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Kinktober, Day 4: Cock Warming | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Mom!Reader, honeymoon night, this doesn't have smut, actually. It's very fluffy lol sorry.

Your slender fingers tangled in Steve's hair, pulling him gently to kiss his lips slowly. Steve was... confused, but not unsatisfied, he would never be with you, much less sexually, but he didn't understand why you wouldn't let him out of you.

"Honey" he murmured between kisses, cursing himself internally for not being able to deny his now wife's kisses. He loved you too much, he would be unable to deny you one, "what's wrong, why won't you let me out?".

Your hand tensed for a moment. With slightly flushed cheeks you averted your gaze elsewhere. You pursed your lips and, the second later, mumbled, "well, it's the first time we've been together like this and, I don't know," your hands played nervously with Steve's chest hair. You felt too self-conscious. "I thought if we were like this I'd remember that it's you by my side, that you'd never leave me alone with my kids."

Steve's heart leapt. He loved you, adored both you and your childrens, and was immensely happy that you accepted him into your family. He couldn't understand how someone so kind, cute and nice could doubt herself so much, to him you were the perfect woman, everything he ever wanted, and yet, because of an idiot incapable of maturing, this person he had fallen in love with was losing more and more of his trust.

"I understand" he ran his fingers over your cheeks, his dark eyes were fixed on yours. He was trying to make you understand everything he felt for you, how tonight had been amazing for him, as much as it had been for you. He wanted you to understand that, with just one look, he would be at your feet. "I'll stay like this as long as you want me to, tonight is all about you."

"Us" you murmured with a radiant smile and an unusual sparkle in your beautiful eyes. Steve swore he had fallen a little more in love, as if that were possible, "tonight is about us, Steve."

He took your hand in his. You could barely cover Steve's hands, but neither of you cared. You brought your lips up to Steve's hand and kissed the wedding ring. A sigh of satisfaction escaped Steve's lips. Definitely, he thought, this would be the best day of his life.

Masterlist

Kinktober masterlist.

Kinktober | Stranger Things.

Day 1: Handcuffs | Eddie / Steve.

Day 2: Condom | Eddie / Steve.

Day 3: Breeding | Eddie / Steve.

Day 4: Cock Warming | Eddie / Steve.

Day 5: Knot | Eddie / Steve.

Day 6: Blowjob | Eddie / Steve.

Day 7: Size Kink | Eddie / Steve.

Day 8: Tit Fucking | Eddie / Steve.

Day 9: Missionary | Eddie / Steve.

Day 10: Amomaxia/Photography | Steve / Eddie.

Day 11: Drunk Sex | Eddie / Steve.

Day 12: Bondage's hanging | Eddie / Steve.

Day 13: Femdom | Eddie / Steve.

Day 14: Sex in club | Eddie / Steve.

Day 15: Under water | Eddie / Steve.

Day 16: Sex in nature | Eddie / Steve.

Day 17: Dildo | Eddie / Steve.

Day 18: Stuck | Eddie / Steve.

Day 19: Kiss/bite | Eddie / Steve.

Day 20: Oil | Eddie / Steve.

Day 21: Hair pulling | Eddie / Steve.

Day 22: Rubbing | Eddie / Steve.

Day 23: Phone sex | Eddie / Steve.

Day 24: Rider pose | Eddie / Steve.

Day 25: Dry humping | Eddie / Steve.

Day 26: Cumshot | Eddie / Steve.

Day 27: Aphrodisiac | Eddie / Steve.

Day 28: Edging | Eddie / Steve.

Day 29: Web-cam/Camera | Eddie / Steve.

Day 30: Mirror | Eddie / Steve.

Day 31: Aftercare | Eddie / Steve.

Kinktober, Day 5: Knot | Steve Harrington x Fem!reader.

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Alpha!Steve, Omega!Reader.

Words: +400.

A/n: Sorry for being a ghost lately, lol. I was very busy, but I promise that in November I will be more constant ^^.

Steve rarely gave in to his alpha urges. All his life he had been raised to have his instincts completely under control in any kind of situation, or so he thought.

From the moment he met you he knew things were going to change for him. You were... different from what he knew. You were cheerful and cute and sparkled in his eyes, always flashing him that radiant smile, your off-white pink hair that you always brought loose around you, letting the chocolate and strawberry scent that belonged to you captivate his entire being, causing his hormones to go almost through the roof. Yes, it was a problem.

It took Steve very little time to discover that you were his destined one. He knew it the very day you came within kissing distance, when his hands touched yours and a shiver ran through his body. At that moment he knew he was yours, and that you were his, even if you were not yet marked.

That wasn't something that really affected Steve, or so he believed until your first night together.

Being so close to you, being at one with the person he was meant to be with had affected him too much, he wasn't thinking, all that was in his head were your bright eyes, your half-open lips sighing softly and your cheeks flushed from the effort. It was impossible to resist, his instincts could no longer hide, not at that moment, not in that situation.

"Steve?" You sighed breathlessly near his ear. A shiver ran through your body as you felt his nose brush against your pulse point.

He didn't respond, instead he continued his steady rhythm that was getting messier and messier. Your gasps and moans kept him in his trance to the point where he couldn't help but lick your hot skin. His brown eyes changed to a bright yellow color, a color neither of you could see, but one they would both feel the effect of.

"Shit" growled Steve, licking his lips and staring at his beloved's neck, "Y/N?" he closed his eyes tightly as he heard a strange sound in response, "can I...do you want me to mark you?"

You opened your eyes quickly, turning away from Steve so you could see his eyes. A tingling appeared in your stomach at the sight of his yellow eyes. You swallowed saliva, thinking hard about what he had just said.

"Please?" he whispered, bringing his lips close to yours. Your mind could barely think straight, the sound of your hips colliding and the passionate sighing not helping your situation much.

"Will it hurt much?" You whispered against his lips. Your eyes staring into Steve's, a mixture of love, desire and terror shrouded these.

"No, of course not, I could never do anything to hurt you" Steve's lips left a trail of kisses heading for your neck.

Your lips were pursed tightly as Steve's rhythm increased. A cry of pleasure left Steve as his felt your insides tighten around him. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, his teeth already grazing your soft skin.

"I love you," you said in a soft, caramel tone, stroking Steve's hair and pulling him closer to you.

A snarl escaped his lips, the same one that was covered by his teeth piercing your skin and her high-pitched scream. He tasted your blood, licking the blood that was slowly beginning to trickle down your neck. His bright eyes filled with desire as he felt that, at last, you were totally his and no one else's.

Masterlist

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Hi! I'm sorry I've been missing for so long, I've been very busy and haven't had that much imagination lol.

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happy holidays to everyone! i wish you all so much happiness and love. i’m a pretty big fan of this month because i get to celebrate it big and i want you to join the party

i put together a list of prompts that will help me to make a blurb for either eddie or steve, there’s 13 of them because it’s my lucky number and tay’s so at the end you will have 13 blurbs from me before christmas!

the prompts:

Gingerbread

Christmas lights

Cards

Ribbons

Candles

Gifts

Angel

Red velvet

Snow

Scarf

Ribbons

Christmas tree

Mistletoe

each one of them will have their content warnings. from december 1 to 20.

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send the magic word jingle bell + the name of the character + the theme or an au/song/movie for a moodboard. specify nsfw or fluff.

songs by: taylor swift, lana del rey, sabrina carpenter, artic monkeys or any christmas song.

movies: christmas [ love actually, the holiday, while you were sleeping, holidate, something from tiffany’s, last christmas, christmas land, christmas prince, let it snow] some romcoms [ 27 dresses, how to lose a man in ten days, laws of attraction, 10 things i hate about you, she is all that, the proposal, love actually, when harry met sally, 13 going on 30, pretty woman, nothing hill, cinderella story, pretty woman, made of honor, confessions of a shopaholic, nothing hill, princess diaries, love at first sight, the other zoey]

send the magic word candy cane + name of the character + the prompt for a blurb * as an extra you can add an au of your choosing. specify nsfw, smut, fluff, angst.

list of prompts for this event:

gift giving prompts

mistletoe adventures

scenarios + dialogues

au’s: rockstar!au, dad!au, mechanic!au, older!au, bestfriend!au, roommate!au, coworker!au, barista!au, baker!au, daddy!au, fwb!au – rockstar!reader, singer!reader, shy!reader, bookworm!reader, girly!reader.

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dividers by @saradika

Second Choice : Steve Harrington

summary: steve and the reader are lost in their own little world, but find it shattered by one stupid remark and steve might just watch the girl he loves walk off forever- again. or, alternatively, the one in which steve slips up and breaks the reader’s heart with just one word: nancy.

warnings: angst, cursing (if that counts?), Stranger Things 2 spoilers (like barely)

a/n: so this is my first attempt at writing on tumblr, and it was originally an extension to a fanfic i’ve given up on, so it’s been adapted to fit this format, and i might expand it to have a part 2. feedback is very much appreciated! can’t wait to hear what you have to say about this one!

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Standing in the center of the living room, dancing dumbly to her favorite Journey records, [Y/N] looked like a sight for sore eyes. Her makeup had smudged in odd places and tufts of hair clung to her clammy skin. Steve watched her from the doorway with a fond smile spread across his lips. To him, she looked like a vision of beauty.

As soon as she caught sight of her boyfriend, [Y/N] reached out a canary-yellow fingernail at him and signaled for him to come closer.

The pair danced clumsily like that, her fingers buried in his hair and his hands gripping onto her swaying hips, until the music faded out with the final stroke of a guitar on the record player.

It wasn’t long after that the pair found themselves tangled up in Steve’s bed sheets. [Y/N] sat on his lap with their limbs in a tangled mess and their lips locked in a messy, hungry kiss. She pulled harshly on a chunk of his hair when he’d said it.

“Nancy,” he said, his eyes screwed shut. Just like that, [Y/N]’s cherry lips ripped away from him and the bed shifted as she scurried away. Steve, having realized his mistake, sat up and prepared to pull her back to him. He cooed at her and let a string of apologies fall from his lips. The way she recoiled from his touch sent an all-too-familiar pang to his heart. It was enough to alert him that this wasn’t just some silly spat that they would work out with a good kiss; he’d really hurt her.

“What did you just call me?” Her voice came out soft and pained. [Y/N] turned away from him, smoothing out her dress. Hot, angry tears pooled in her eyes. She felt stupid and naive for allowing herself to think that Steve Harrington might love someone like her.

Steve had been her first real boyfriend. In fact, [Y/N] had just settled on the conclusion that she would start dating in college when one of the kids she babysat convinced her to go out on a date with “this guy he knew.” The last person she would have guessed she might fall in love with was “King” Steve Harrington himself. Yet, here she was- crying over him nonetheless.

“C’mon, now,” he begged. “It was just a stupid mistake-!”

“No,” she said, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Cut the bullshit, Steve.”

Bullshit. Steve flinched at the word, and for once, found himself unable to speak. The last time a girl he loved had said those words to him had broken his heart, and he had a suspicion that it was about to happen again.

“Yeah, but-“

“But what, Steve? What else could you possibly have to say to me right now?”

When he fell silent, [Y/N] stood up abruptly. She nodded, trampling around his room in search of her shoes. With a heavy sigh, she turned to look at him one last time.

“I love you, Steve Harrington, but I have no interest in being anyone’s second choice.”

With that, she trudged down the stairs and made a break for the front door, Steve right behind her. He called after her, but [Y/N] was just too filled with adrenaline to make out any of what he was telling her.

Her vision now blurred from sobbing, [Y/N] stumbled on home. She refused to turn back for fear of catching Steve’s eye, afraid she might take one look into those pretty boy eyes and forgive him too soon. Eventually, he stopped calling for her, and she’d assumed he retreated back into his house alone. She hugged her arms to her chest, trying to catch her breath. Her heart ached and she was angry. Angry with Steve for toying with her heart, angry at herself for thinking she could ever replace a girl like Nancy Wheeler, and angry at herself for giving up her dream school for something closer to home just to see a boy she was unsure she ever had a real shot with.

Back on his front porch, Steve stood transfixed for a good while after she disappeared from his line of vision. A churning feeling settled in the pit of his stomach, as reality sunk in.

He’d lost her.

Send Her My Love

part 2: Second Choice

inspired by journey’s send her my love

summary: several months later, a still hung-up steve hears that [Y/N] is back in hawkins from a semester at college and dustin has a trick or two up his sleeve

warnings: mentions of death/grief, (vague) spoilers for Stranger Things 2, angst,

a/n: part 3?

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It's been so long

Since I've seen her face

Rain assaulted the sidewalks and scattered loose gravel across the asphalt of Hawkins. Few dared brave this weather in the setting sun and [Y/N] found herself standing alone on a darkened street as she stepped out of the taxi cab. The last of the autumn leaves fell silently to the ground, swept away with the wind and twirling under the angry raindrops’ direction.

This kind of quiet was hard to come by on a Saturday night in any town other than Hawkins, Indiana, as [Y/N] had learned in just one semester away from her hometown. As she pulled the last of her luggage up the steps to her front door, she swallowed back the urge to stand in the rain, just trying to recapture that raw Hawkins smell.

The house was uncomfortably quiet as [Y/N] stepped into the foyer and shut the door behind her. There were days when she might have expected to be tackled by a pair of giggling pigtails. Those days were long gone, now.

[Y/N] should have been angry. Her Father never showed at the bus station to drive her home, and she used the last of her cash to pay for a cab. No doubt he got caught up in something at work again, an occurrence that became daily two years ago. If she had one guess, her Mother had a wine glass between her lips and no clue what day it was, or when her daughter was due to come home. She knew she should be angry at her parents for just shutting down on her like that. But instead, she just felt numb.

Sighing, she made her way up the staircase to her old bedroom. The movement was automatic, and if she weren’t so drowsy, [Y/N] might have caught a glimpse of the ghostly bedroom beside hers and forgotten how to breathe. She collapsed on her twin bed and let out a heavy sigh. If she thought last Christmas had been hard, she was in for a world of hurt when this year finally came to a close.

Two blocks and one left turn away, Steve Harrington sat on his own bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling very sorry for himself. He twiddled his thumbs over his chest, trying to figure out how he’d ended up in this mess. A year ago, he might have blamed Nancy Wheeler and all her empty promises for holding him back; he knew better now, though.

Time worked in mysterious ways. Sixteen-year-old Steve had the whole world before him; ask anyone in town back then and they’d all tell you that the charming young man was destined for things much bigger than Hawkins. He could see that life laid out for him in his head, even now. Daydream-Steve left high school a local legend: star athlete, the town’s teen heartthrob, Prom King, committed to play basketball at a reputable college, the works. In this life, he might move to a big city for work, meet the love of his life, and settle down somewhere nice. But Steve’s plan didn’t include demogorgons, losing his girlfriend and his popular friends, or befriending thirteen-year-olds. Most of all, he never imagined that he might meet the love of his life right here in Hawkins, or that she would be the one who got out of this godforsaken town. But Steve supposed that was what he had coming to him for being such an arrogant prick.

Now 19 and finally growing up, Steve reckoned he might not like the person he would have become in that daydream of his. He might still be right where he was a year ago, but at least he could look himself in the eye whenever he passed by a mirror.

Growing tired of his pity party, Steve dragged himself up out of bed and fished his keys out of his jeans pocket.

You say she's doin' fine

I still recall

A sad cafe

Jittery and nursing his second cup of coffee for the evening, Steve danced around the elephant in the room. Dustin, who sat across from him, was glaring holes into his forehead. The kid had just dropped a bomb on Steve’s lap and now expected his friend to thank him.

“S-she’s back?”

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Jeez, Harrington, are you even listening?”

His quip fell onto deaf ears, however; Steve couldn’t focus on anything but the pounding in his chest. [Y/N] was back in Hawkins.

“Hey, Earth to Steve!”

“Yes, what? Chill!”“

“I said,” he scoffed. “She’s doing fine, Steve. Really, I haven’t seen her this happy since-“

Steve nodded slowly, digesting the information about as well as some bad seafood. This was exactly what he’d wanted to hear, so why did he feel so sick?

“You should talk to her.”

“What? Don’t be stupid, Dustin,” he paused. “She doesn’t want to see me, that was made pretty clear.”

“It’s been a long time, Steve. How can you be so sure?”

Tugging on his hair, Steve groaned. He’d never been good at dealing with his emotions. Pretending not to have any was just so easy that for a while he almost forgot they were there. Until [Y/N].

A thick silence fell over the two and Steve was about to suggest he drive Dustin home when he was interrupted. The younger of the two boys leaned forward on the table, smirking with the knowledge that he knew something Steve didn’t. Steve wagged a finger at him, preparing to tell him off.

But he didn’t get a single word in before the door chime sounded and he forgot how to speak. The cafe the two boys sat in was empty this time of night, save for them and a tired-looking waitress wiping the counters. But that stupid door chime rang and Steve caught one look at her. Shaking the rain from her coat and hair, [Y/N] stepped in and looked around for Dustin.

A harsh pink tint bit her nose from the cold and she looked tired, but [Y/N] still glowed with a youthful beauty that was rare in such a small town. She mustn’t have seen Steve until after she reached their booth. Her lips parted to greet the young teen but something stopped her. That something couldn’t seem to speak himself.

She saw him and the smile slipped from her lips just as quickly as Steve was slipping from his grip on reality.

Steve’s first Christmas with you headcanons.

Christmas! Steve headcanons:

- look...,. this soft boi is starved of affection, so if he’s in a relationship during Christmas time, you bet your ass he’s gonna go pure mush

- ugly Christmas sweaters! I’ll bet he has a whole collection and is more than happy to share with his girlfriend

- soft kisses under conveniently-placed mistletoe

- lazy morning sex

- his girlfriend having to wear scarves to cover up all those hickies

- smeared lipstick on both their faces

- slow dancing at midnight in a dark bedroom with the music down low

- lots of candy canes and homemade cookies

- making a huge mess of the kitchen while attempting to bake Christmas cookies

- the two of them ending up making out, equally covered in inedible batter

- Steve leaving little gifts around their apartment, almost like a romantic advent calendar

- taking bubble baths together while the mixed tape he’s made her plays softly from the next room

- Christmas might the time for giving, but she’s the best gift Steve could have asked for

- this is probably the time of year steve would propose during, and I’m so here for this cuddly bean sobbing into an ugly ass reindeer sweater with a ring he bought all on his own

cherry bomb. | steve harrington

Abstract: “I’ve been spending too much time with Robin, probably. I get nervous and I just start talking, and I don’t really think about what I’m saying beforehand.”

You chuckled, shifting closer yet, and brought your other hand to his face as well, cupping his cheeks to make him turn his head slightly in your direction - his eyes moved over your face, from one side to the other, lips and then eyes.

“Do I make you nervous, Harrington?” you asked amused, a grin on your lips as your voice lowered. His breath caught in his throat, the tip of his tongue darting between his lips - you looked down at his mouth then, head slightly tilted, and he was suddenly aware of how close the two of you actually were.

“No,” he breathed out - then, because your smirk grew, he sighed. “A little,” he admitted, voice softer, hand inching up towards your knee.

Words: 8.9K (this wasn’t supposed to be this long, apologies)

Warnings: (f!reader, r has tattoos); minors dni. swearing, mentions of alcohol, usage of light drugs, teasing, flirting, pet names, smut, the smallest hint of praise kink, the smallest hint of sub steve too (blink and you’ll miss it), fingering, dry humping, hickeys, like a lot of hickeys and other lovebites, protected sex (wrap it up people), some fluff unedited

Author’s note: based mostly on the song cherry bomb by the runaways, but also some other bits of the album - if i missed some warnings please do tell me

also on AO3 - masterlist

It was easy to stand out in a town like Hawkins - the smallest hint of being different would immediately bring people to look at the person with sneers of diffidence and a scoff on their lips.

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a/n: this is a re-write of wedding crasher that fits the song better and fits my writing style better. the original version will still be available on my stranger things masterlist. This was a fun fic to write and (admittedly) helped me overcome some nasty writer's block. it also set me behind in my assignments but we are not going to talk about that (whoops). Anywho, i hope you lovelies enjoy this re-write💛!

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

not requested

warnings: not proof-read. mentions of an over-bearing mother, heartbreak (mentioned), ruined weddings, runaway bride situation.

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- not my gif, my header -

The old, musty-smelling church was filled to the brim (it did not hold large groups of people anyway) with chattering guests ranging in age. Above the chattering, the family sat in the front few pews on the right side that stood out due to their matching colour scheme of varying pastel colours. Steve noted that these most likely could be the groom’s immediate family, the family that are going to be Y/N’s in-laws in mere minutes. He shifted in his seat, trying to stay hidden behind the old lady’s obnoxiously large hat as the Groom started up the aisle, laughing and talking with his best man. “Jessie looks like it’s any other day, doesn’t look nervous at all!” Robin whispered to Max. Steve was sitting between them, being Robin’s plus-one (which he forced her to accept). He understood why Y/N hadn’t invited him, how could you justify inviting your most important ex to your wedding?

“I know, I don’t understand it. I would be shitting bricks if it were my wedding day,” Dustin spoke up, narrowing his eyes at the oblivious man now standing at the altar, looking over the crowd making Steve dip in his seat farther. He was simply here to make sure whoever the love of his life was marrying was decent. If he was going to lose her to another man, he had to approve of the other man. So far, he was not pleased with what he was seeing. He wasn’t too sure if it was the arrogant air that radiated off of Jessie, or if it was the sneers his family was shooting the L/Ns, but something was off. “I don’t understand why Y/N kept him from meeting us, makes me think that there is something up with her and this guy, something fishy.”

“Oh, stop it, Dustin. She moved away, that’s why we couldn’t meet him. If Y/N is marrying him, then she has to actually want to, she wouldn’t just marry someone for the sake of being married.” Max scolded. The words she spoke cut Steve deep. How could she have moved on from what they had while he was still stuck in the grieving phase? His biggest mistake in life was letting her go and breaking her heart and he kicked himself for it every single day, from wake to slumber.

Sighing roughly from his nostrils, Steve’s knee started to bounce, his hand coming up to cup his mouth, his dress shirt tightening on his back as he stiffened. His wide, brown eyes drifted around the church, watching as the bridesmaids ran around, piquing his interest. Max, El, and Robin were noticeably beside him, not in the bridal party - something Y/N had claimed to be non-negotiable when she was going to get married. She was adamant about them being her bridesmaids, claiming that if they were able to survive the Upside Down, they would be able to survive planning a wedding.

“Steve, I can see the wheels turning in your head,” Robin hissed, pulling him back down as he started to sit up more, his head like a periscope. “You cannot ruin this day for Y/N, no matter what story your little brain is concocting. You broke up with her, and she moved on. Leave her, she cannot be hurt again.” Robin tried to talk him out of whatever he was planning, but it was useless. The words went in one ear and out the other.

“I’m not planning anything.” He muttered, obviously lying, but Robin closed her mouth. As much as she believed those words she spoke to him, it was hard not to admit that the union between Y/N and Jessie did seem a little wrong. Something was definitely off about the engagement. Settling in her seat, Robin was now set on letting Steve do what he wanted, now concerned about what was going on with Y/N being so late.

“No! I wanted pink flowers lining the aisle! The white flowers were supposed to be the flowers on the altar to make the flowers in her bouquet pop!” The frustrated voice of Y/N’s mother called, distracting most of the crowd and the groom. Taking his chance, Steve slipped from the pew, Max shocked by his sudden movement, unable to stop him - being the only one still wishing to keep the peace for Y/N’s big day. Turning in her seat, she watched as Steve slipped out the doors, unnoticed by anyone who would really wish to stop him from reaching Y/N.

Turning back in her seat, Robin glanced at the empty spot between them. “He went to find her, didn’t he?” She muttered as quietly as she could, glancing around to make sure nobody was listening to them.

“Obviously. It was only a matter of time.”

“I think part of Y/N was waiting for him to come find her, that’s why she isn’t here yet.” Robin disclosed quietly, voice hidden behind Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Will’s grumblings of being confined in uncomfortable suits for too long.

Upstairs, in one of the many rooms branching from the church, Y/N stood in front of the full-length mirror, finally alone in her thoughts. It seemed that everyone else in the bridal party was fretting over trivial things when it was obvious that the Bride was having a crisis. She was due to walk down the aisle in two minutes. Yet, here she stood, in a room by herself, blinking at herself blankly in the mirror. Her eyes drifted over herself. From the faintly glittery eyeshadow on her eyelids to the dusting of blush over her cheeks, to the red of her lipstick-smeared lips. Finally, her eyes drifted over the white dress secured to her body tightly. It was beautiful. Floral lace design along the entirety of it. It was a timeless dress, a simple ball gown with sleeves. She couldn’t get over how much she had changed since she had been in this town.

Her Fiance was determined to be married in her hometown, deciding that was what Y/N wanted. Being in Hawkins once again brought back a lot of memories. Memories she wanted to bury deep into her mind and forget. Death, heartbreak, horror, fear. Those were paired with horrible flashbacks. The one that hit her the hardest, however, was the reason she left Hawkins in the first place - the memory of the man who she still loves so ardently. So raw and painfully. The man who every inch of this damned town pushed to the front of her mind again - no matter how hard she tried to suppress it. The man who shattered her heart so carelessly when he told her he couldn’t do it anymore. When they were together, they were positive they were going to be together forever. Until they weren’t. She wanted nothing more than to leave Hawkins behind her, but Jessie had planned the whole wedding, from the venue to the very last bridesmaid. She had let him, not wanting to fight him.

She let her eyes lift back to her face, taken aback by the dull eyes void of happiness and excitement blinking back at her. This was not the expression she had pictured on her face on her wedding day. Her movements were lethargic and slow as she raised a shaking hand to her face, wanting to see if this was really her. While she looked much more mature than when she had left, that wasn’t what made her unrecognizable to herself. It was true, her face had thinned ever so slightly, shedding the last bit of childishness, her posture was much neater as she had transformed herself into the professional woman she was. Her hair being twisted up in the hairstyle Jessie’s mother insisted on made her look much older than twenty-four, she was looking as if she was on the verge of thirty-five with two kids. The woman in the mirror was a far cry from the same wide-eyed, naive little girl who left this town with her shattered heart in her hands and all of her possessions.

She knew she wasn’t keen on marrying Jessie. Sure, he was a wonderful man. He was sweet, caring, professional, prideful, and had a good future ahead of him, but she didn’t love him. She did not think that the sun shined on him in the most beautiful way possible, she did not find that his eyes sparkled with the joy of simply being with her. She felt slightly guilty since she knew that her eyes didn’t sparkle with the joy of simply being with him either, but she couldn’t help it. Jessie was adamant about marrying her, but with everything Jessie did, she found herself comparing him to Steve. From the way he walked to the way he made her feel. Her heart was heavy, pain spreading through her chest. Steve didn’t want anything to do with her. He made that clear the day he ripped her heart out and left it broken and bleeding in her hands. It was insane on her part to think that Steve would burst through the door, trying to stop her from the marriage.

Sighing, her fingers lightly pushed the tulle of her vail back from the sides of her face. How she wished Steve would show up. It was only a matter of time before her bridesmaids wouldn’t listen to her distractions anymore, forcing her down the aisle. The door opened the very second she was too tired of looking at herself, disgusted with what was in front of her. Disgusted with what she was doing. She had always preached about marrying for love and here she was, doing the opposite. Marrying for convenience. “Before I walk down the aisle, I need you to make sure that there is nothing in my way. I don’t want to trip.” She tried to throw another distraction at the suspected bridesmaid, but she didn’t hear them walking back out the door, just the door closing.

“You look beautiful,” The voice was masculine and hushed, even soft. It most certainly did not belong to one of her bridesmaids. Freezing, she took a second, wondering if this was a daydream or not. The voice, though she hadn’t heard it for years, she still instantly knew. “Just like I always dreamed.” His voice sounded as if it startled him as he took a step farther into the room. Her heart jumped happily for a moment, realising this was not a twisted daydream, but it broke once again seconds later as she remembered the circumstances.

Clearing her throat, she finally turned around as she collected herself, eyes vaguely pointing in his direction as she knew the second she laid eyes on him, this would all be game over. “What are you doing here, Steve?” She asked, eyes making the mistake of giving in to the strong pull of her love for him. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of him - such a small suck of breath she was sure he noticed. He always did notice the little things about her. From the way her skin glowed when she was happy to the shaky breaths she would let out when she was so overwhelmed with pleasure. He had also matured in his looks, but he still looked the exact same somehow. The same bushy, floppy hair that Y/N had loved to run her fingers through, both in moments of pure bliss, domestic fluff, or heightened emotions. His big brown eyes still seemed to hold the mysteries of the world within them, captivatingly haunting and incredibly intoxicating.

“I heard you were in town and I had to come see you.” He told her, his eyes trailing over her, leaving heat in their wake. He didn’t even have to touch her, and she still burned for him just like she did when she was a teenager. The way the lines of her body looked as if they were hand-drawn by the best artist in the world. The way she stood there, glowing with indescribable beauty with the golden rays of the sun forming a halo around her as it shined through the window. She was an angel.

“Why? Last time I checked, you were the one who left me,” She reminded him, her hands clasping together, fingers intertwining as she fidgeted with them - something she always did when nervous. Her eyes never dropped from his, noting the goofy gleam they normally held missing from their depths. “Usually, after someone says they don’t want to be with you, they don’t show up at your wedding.” She remarked, mumbling.

“I know, I spent two days arguing with myself, Robin, and the kids about if I should do this or not,” He sent a tentative smile towards her at the mention of the kids and Robin. Y/N couldn’t help the corners of her mouth twitching into a tiny smile when he mentioned them. She had wanted Max, El, and Robin to be in her bridal party, but whenever she brought it up, Jessie would say it would ruin the wedding with the fight it would cause between them and their parents. Jessie’s family was largely against it and Y/N’s mother had to agree with them (for once). “I just need to know if you love him. If you love this guy.” Steve’s voice broke slightly, tears gathering in his beautiful brown eyes, blurring his vision.

“Of course I love him!” She had answered too quickly and too defensively. She knew her mistake the second she had said it. This was not Jessie she was talking to. This was Steve - the man who knew her inside and out like the back of his hand. With anyone else, the proclamation would have been believed, but not with Steve. Her hands dropped from each other, eyes wide as she realised what she had just admitted to Steve, knowing he was not going to let this go.

Steve took a step towards her, his dress shoes clacking against the old wooden floor. “No you don’t,” He muttered, taking another step towards her, slowly closing the seemingly vast area between them with cautious steps, eyes trained on her as she stood still, waiting for him to reach her. “I can tell by your voice and by the certain glow missing from your cheeks that you are not happy.” He stopped, the space between them only a few feet smaller, making Y/N long to be in his arms, but she knew she couldn’t. Someone could still parallel park a car between them and still have plenty of room to spare and Y/N wished there wasn’t. She wished he would just grab her and whisk her off from this situation.

“Jessie is my Fiance, Steve. I love him.” She tried to deny it further, but she knew there was no point. He could read her like a book he knew from cover to cover.

“Do you love him or does your mother love him? Or is it because he loves you and he’s not me,” He posed the questions, taking another small step toward the girl he was trying to win back. After all these years, he still yearned for her just like he did in high school. Those past few years, Steve willed her to come back to town, if only to pass through, but alas, she never did. Until now. Even if she did come back, he wouldn’t have known. The kids had protected her information like the secret service protects the President - mad at him for breaking her heart. He couldn’t blame them really. If it hadn’t been for him finding Robin’s invitation in their shared mail, he wouldn’t have known she was in town. Y/N tightened her jaw, knowing her mouth would betray her as she refused to answer his questions. However, her silence was enough of an answer for Steve. “I made a stupid mistake five years ago. I was scared and young, I was overwhelmed by my feelings for you and my parents telling me that I was just a kid and I didn’t really know what love was,” Steve gushed, his eyes pleading with her. “They told me that we weren’t going to last and I believed them. I believed them so much that I let them convince me to break up with you,” He took a deep breath. “You have to know that I regret that day and I will regret it forever because I love you and I am never going to stop.” He ranted, taking a step closer to her.

Eyes flicking around his face, Y/N tucked her red painted lip between her teeth, making Steve’s heart jump as she took in what he had just said. “I don’t love him-” She whispered her answer to his earlier question verbally. Confirming what he knew. Gulping, she took a deep breath, her shoulders drawing up to her ears. She closed her eyes, letting out a large breath, her shoulders dropping. Her eyelashes fluttered open, being met by the sight of Steve still staring at her, his watery eyes flicking over every feature of her face, waiting for her to say the words he desperately craved.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, the door was opened in haste, starling the two. Two of her bridesmaids poured into the room. The girls froze at the sight of Steve. “Who are you and what are you doing in the bridal chambers.” One of them asked, eyes narrowed at him. Steve pressed his lips together, shooting Y/N one last fleeting look, but she looked so stunned - too stunned to do anything.

“You know what, we don’t care, just get out. She needs to be walking down the aisle in less than five minutes. Jessie’s family is losing their minds thinking she ran out on him. Her mother is hysterical.” The other one grabbed Steve’s arm, yanking him out of the room just as Y/N had regained her wits about her.

“What, no-” Her protest was cut off from Steve’s ears as the bridesmaid slammed the door behind him, leaving him in the hall. There was only one thing left for Steve to do now: ruin the wedding. He was determined as he walked back down the thin, creaking stairs. There was no way he was going to free Y/N from the hands of those bridesmaids and that just left one opportunity for him. Something Steve was sure only happened in movies and tv shows.

“Didn’t go as planned?” Robin questioned, staring straight ahead at Y/N’s mother assuring everyone the wedding was still on. Steve, shifting as he settled back into his seat, smirked, shaking his head.

“It went perfect until the bridesmaids interrupted-”

“Steve, you’re not thinking about-” Robin gasped lightly, blue eyes wide as she looked at her best friend.

“Indeed I am,” He nodded, confident in his plan. “She admitted it, Robin. She admitted she didn’t love him.” He assured her in hushed whispers.

“Well, I hope you’re right about this because once you say those words, there is no going forward with the wedding from there.” Robin sucked in a breath, giving him one last glance as the organ started to play something that resembled a death march. The grand doors, now closed for the big entrance, opened to allow the bridesmaids through.

“It’s now or never.” He whispered to himself mostly as he stood as well, watching the doors with bated breath.

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The ceremony, for Steve, seemed to be bragging on. The seconds slipped by like hours. He had found himself lost in a daydream, imagining himself shooting up from the pew, declaring that the wedding must be stopped. He imagined himself standing in the middle of the aisle, Y/N's sweet eyes caught on him just like her breath was caught in her throat before she was running towards him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and she proclaimed her love for him.

Two sharp elbows to both of his sides jolted him from his daydream. Glancing around, he noted that the time was coming quicker now. The officiants' words drawling by slow still. For a moment, Steve found his confidence fading. He was not the type of person to ruin a white-veil occasion. However, this dip did not last long when he remembered that Y/N did not deserve a loveless marriage.

His blurred hearing tuned back in as the sleep speech of the officiant spoke those words he was waiting for so long. “Please, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Silence befell the crowd. Steve could feel the weight of all the kids' eyes on him, waiting for him to do the very thing they expected.

Sucking in a breath, Steve pushed himself from the pew before he could talk himself out of it. He was confident that Y/N didn’t love this man, and someone had to help her escape her future with him. “I object!” His voice echoed around the silent church. Jaws dropped and pews creaked as everyone looked at him, but he didn’t notice anyone else but Y/N’s shocked eyes.

As if alone, and not surrounded by horrified looks from every person in the room, Steve connected his eyes with Y/N, slipping out into the aisle. Flexing his hand nervously, Steve swallowed. “Pardon me?” The officiant blinked, a bit delayed from the unexpected objection.

“I object to this marriage,” Steve confirmed with a curt nod. “This woman does not love this man, but more importantly, I love this woman,” He proclaimed. “I stupidly let her go many years ago, but now I have the chance to right my wrongs by saving her from a marriage she clearly doesn’t want.”

“Is this true, Y/N?” The voice of Jessie questioned, looking at the armoured Y/N with furrowed brows. Y/N didn’t answer, unable to pull her eyes from Steve. When he had been hauled out of the room earlier, she had feared he would give up on her, but here he was - committing the biggest form of wedding deviance for her.

Hands slipping from Jessie’s, she grasped the skirt of her dress, hiking it up as she started towards Steve, ignoring the gasps and protests from the crowd. “It is true,” She answered, voice so quiet that if the church hadn’t been in complete shocked silence, nobody would have heard her. It seemed as if her world only consisted of two: her and Steve. “I wanted to tell you this when we were talking earlier,” She continued, still walking towards the stunned Steve. He had imagined this, but he had not thought about what this would feel like if it went right. “I love you. I never stopped, but I was too far into this relationship when I realized I would never be able to forget you. Besides, no matter how ardently I loved you, how much my heart churned for you, I believed that you did not want me. So, I carried on with the wedding.”

The crowd was too shocked to gasp, this ceremony had too many shocking moments occur within the span of a minute. “Runaway with me. Run from Hawkins, run from our families, run from your engagement. Runaway from me just like we talked about when we were teenagers,” Steve’s voice was hoarse as tears welled in his eyes, emotions leaking from him. “Don’t wait or say a single vow, Y/N. Let’s run away now.” He extended his hand to her. For a moment, Steve thought that time had stopped before the weight of her hand fell into his.

“Let’s run away now, Harrington.”

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being the only one allowed to touch steve's hair.

straddling his lap and tossling it around, sure when you're done he's going to find the nearest mirror and fix it. but he'll never deny you touching it. once he let you give him pigtails like a little girl.

he doesn't care that you touch his hair and mess it up. but he does care about you pulling it while he's i between your thighs. he actually gets quite upset if his hair is still almost perfectly styled after a good meal (iykyk.) in fact, he likes to admire it after and talk about the good work you did.

i've been kinda dead but super freaky girl by nicki minaj came on in the car and all i can think about is being on a road trip with modern!steve and eddie. you've made them listen to this song so many times they know all of the lyrics, and even though they claim they hate the song they take turns singing it. and they'd be so sassy with it. hair flips and all.

uh...hehe. no reason why i wrote this...no reason at all🙂in any case, writing this has also let me know i'm not that great at writing threesomes. oh well, ya live and you learn

Summary: You go to a concert of your favorite band and you manage to catch the attention of the vocalist, who invites you backstage for a more intimate meet and greet. In a not so surprising turn of events, the guitarist walks in on you two at just the right moment.

Warnings: Rockstar!Steve x Reader x Rockstar!Eddie, slight drug use, SMUT (MINORS DNI) threesome, fingering, light degradation and name calling (slut, whore), king of consent Steve, grinding, spitroast, oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, multiple creampies, and some Steddie implications and impossible situations

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You were finally going to a concert of one of your favorite bands ever, Corroded Coffin. Having enough money saved up to get the tickets, you almost cried tears of joy seeing the big bold letters of Ticketmaster read: You Got ‘Em. Let the Anticipation Begin.

And anticipate, you did.

The waiting was the hardest part. You had bought the ticket a few months in advance, purchasing the VIP meet and greet package as well. You did without thinking honestly, and as soon as you realized what you had done, you almost had a full blown panic attack. You knew this band were just people like everyone else, but these dudes practically saved your life and the realization that you were going to meet them? It felt like you were going to meet God, but like, ten times the nervousness of that. You had no idea how your mind and body was going to handle this. You’d never met your idols and inspirations before. 

You just hoped to every deity out there that you wouldn’t pass out. That would’ve been fuckin’ embarrassing. But the nerves only got worse the day of, the drive to the venue not helping in the slightest, but talking to other fans about each other's shared nerves made you feel a little better knowing you weren’t the only one to feel this way. And before you knew it, it was time to head inside the building to meet and take a picture with the band before the show started. Time sure flies by talking to other people while waiting in line.

You tried to keep your hands from shaking as you waited your turn, seeing the fans in front of you return with wide smiles on their faces and even some with tears. Oh god, you really hoped you didn’t cry, that would be even more embarrassing than fainting somehow. You won’t cry, you won’t cry…

You tried your best to not freak out when you walked up to the band members, but you couldn’t stop the smile that decorated your face when they seemed just as happy to meet you. Okay, you weren’t crying or freaking out, you were behaving like a normal human, so far so good. You made small talk for a few seconds, introducing yourself, telling them how much their music meant to you, etc. You felt a little guilty about it, but you were most excited about meeting Steve and Eddie. They were by far your favorite members, everyone who’s met them always talks about how sweet and down to earth they are, which made you feel much more at ease when you first bought the meet and greet pass. And those comments proved to be right, if anything it was an understatement. 

Steve was somewhat handsy, but not in a creepy way, you could tell that’s just how he interacted with people, but it didn’t stop your face from heating up. What made it worse was how Eddie was staring at you, a smirk on his face as he watched you and Steve talk excitedly. It almost distracted you from the conversation, but Steve’s hand on your shoulder quickly made your brain focus back on him.

For the picture, you were standing in between Steve and the drummer, with Eddie and the other member on the end. But that wasn’t okay with Eddie for some reason, you had to hold in a soft gasp as he pushed his way over to stand next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist with an innocent smile while Steve, after rolling his eyes, put his own arm over your shoulders. 

While you all got in your picture poses, your eyes almost widened comically as you felt a wetness gathering in your underwear…right in front of them. 

Why? Out of all the moments, your body had to pick exactly now to lube itself up. You hoped the band couldn’t tell how your face was. If your cheeks got any warmer, you would probably have steam rising from your skin. You really respected these dudes, you felt awful being so goddamn horny for them. But it seems luck was not on your side because when you lifted your arms to wrap them around Eddie and Steve at the same time, your shirt rode up just enough for Eddie’s hand to touch your skin. “Damn, you’re hot.” Eddie blurted out suddenly, making everyone stare at him in confusion, mostly embarrassment from Steve.

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“No, no, no, not like that.” He winced but before you could get slightly offended, he corrected himself again. “No, fuck, I mean, you are hot but you also feel hot.” The long haired man stuttered, making you giggle.

Then Steve decided to put the back of his hand to your forehead, as if you couldn’t be anymore mortified. “Wow, you’re right, Eds. She does feel kinda hot. You okay?”

Not even having time to register how sweet Steve was for being concerned, you came up with the first excuse you could. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’m always a bit warm. Plus, it’s August.” They seemed to be okay with that excuse enough for the photographer to finally take the fuckin’ picture, allowing you to escape the awkward situation without any more blows to your ego.

“Hope you enjoy the show!” Steve smiled at you before you had to leave. You knew you would.

It was by far the best night of your life so far. Meeting the people you looked up to, watching them perform your favorite songs up close. The barricade was so close to the stage you honestly thought you could probably reach out and they’d be able to reach back, but you were too busy ogling Steve and Eddie to even think about doing such a thing. They all sounded pitch perfect, just like they do on their albums. If you couldn’t hear the breaths Steve took before belting out another lyric, you’d think he was lip syncing because his vocals were perfect. And you didn’t even know Eddie could sing until you heard him doing backup vocals. You felt like you were in heaven. No matter how much your feet burned from being on your feet dancing around and how hoarse your voice was going to be in the morning from how loudly you were singing along, you felt like you could do this forever.

Watching Eddie play guitar was a privilege in its own right, seeing how fast his fingers moved across the fretboard shouldn't have made you as horny as you were. You were positive your underwear was going to be drenched by the time the night was over. Steve winking at you in the crowd didn’t make your situation any better. If you didn’t know any better, it’s like he knew. But he couldn’t, right? No way. You caught Eddie’s eye multiple times as well, you both smiling at each other before he looked back at his guitar. Yeah, this was the life.

All too soon, the show was over and people were starting to head home. Time really does fly when you’re having fun. But something happened and you had no idea how to react. About to head to the merch table, you heard your name called. Out of all the people that called out your name, you never expected it to be Steve. You saw some members of the opening bands out on the standing room floor and merch tables talking and taking pictures with fans, but you never expected to see members of the headlining band out and about. “Hey, did you enjoy the show?” He asked and you had to blink a few times before being able to reply.

“Yeah, yes, I did! It was the first time seeing you guys and you really knocked it out of the park, seriously. I doubt any concert I go to in the future will even come close to this one.”

“I’m so happy you enjoyed it.” He grinned, reaching up to gently grip onto your upper arm. “I mean, from the way a smile never left your face during the show, I figured you must’ve liked it a little.”

You felt your face heat up again, a wide eyed expression on your face. “You…you were watching me?”

He shrugged. “It was hard not to, you’re pretty adorable.” You giggled like a schoolgirl and immediately regretted it, hated being flustered so easily. But being called adorable by the vocalist of your favorite band was definitely not on your mind when you woke up this morning.

“T-Thanks.” You stuttered, unsure of what to do, but Steve already had a plan in mind.

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you and if I make you uncomfortable at all then you have my permission to kick me in the nuts, I swear.” You chuckled in confusion, but motioned for him to continue. “I think you’re gorgeous, I’m pretty sure I kept looking for you in the crowd cause I don’t remember doing anything but that, besides singing of course. So, only if you’re a hundred percent comfortable with it, I’d like to take you back to my dressing room and…show you how much I appreciate you coming to see us.”

You blanched, your body freezing in shock at the sudden proposition. You were dreaming, you must’ve been. Unable to form words, Steve took your silence as offense and quickly started to apologize, calling himself stupid among other self deprecating words. “No, no, don’t be sorry! I just wasn’t expecting it, is all” You quickly explained.

Steve winced. “I’m sorry, I should’ve phrased it a bit better.”

You giggled. “Steve, stop saying sorry! It’s okay, really! I’d…I’d love to.”

Steve’s eyes lit up instantly, a shine coming to his puppy dog brown eyes. “Really?”

“I haven’t kicked you in the nuts, have I?” You joked with a light smile, eliciting a relieved chuckle from the man.

“Then please…follow me.”

You were all nerves as you followed Steve to the dressing room, wringing your hands and trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself. You obviously wanted this, so badly, but you couldn’t help but to be a bit intimidated alone with one of your heroes.

“You want a drink or weed or anything?” Steve asked politely as he escorted you into his dressing room.

“Oh, no, thanks. I’m good.” You replied, trying your best to keep the timbre in your voice from wavering.

Steve smiled, taking a few cautious steps closer to you, his eyes gazing over your form. “Okay.” You tried to even out your breathing as he gently pulled you to him by your jeans’ belt loops, his hand coming up to trail a finger along your jawline, the act making your core throb and causing goosebumps to raise along your arms.

Impatiently, you went to lean in, but Steve stopped you. “Just to make sure; you do want this, right? You don’t feel pressured? I don’t wanna force you to do anything. You can walk right outta here and I won’t judge you one bit. Hell, you can still kick me in the balls if you want.” Steve’s eyes portrayed genuine care, making your heart melt at his blatant kindness and consideration. It made you absolutely sure.

“I do, Steve. I want this. I want you…” You whispered, feeling your body already being consumed by lust. Your stomach churned at the boyish grin he gave you, gently grabbing a hold of your hips and leaning you against the vanity, tugging at the hem of your shirt before kissing you.

It was soft and slow at first, more of a peck. You could feel him testing the waters, giving you an out just in case you changed your mind at the last minute, but your heated body soon grew tired of his carefulness. Steve let out a quiet noise of surprise as you deepened the kiss, hungry for more of him already.

Your mind went fuzzy as you felt Steve’s hands traveling across every inch of you he could reach, each tentative squeeze and pinch growing more confident as the rougher he got the more mewls he elicited from you. You gasped into his mouth as he started to grind against you impatiently, keeping you securely pinned to the vanity behind you, the desk digging into the small of your back.

“Can I give you a hickey?” Honestly, he asked so sweetly that you had to say yes. So polite, so soft and innocent sounding, it almost made you forget he was grinding his erection against your clothed core.

His lips on your neck raised goosebumps all over your body, you were sure he could feel it. But he continued sucking and licking the soft skin of your neck until stung, making the friction of his pelvis against yours all the more pleasurable. Fuck, you could feel your arousal pooling in your underwear as the minutes passed. The more Steve pressed his obvious erection against you, the more your sticky slick spread. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Steve, please…” You whined, craving more of his touch.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” Steve whispered, his lips coming up to gently nibble at your earlobe.

“I want you to fuck me…but I need you to stretch me out with your fingers first.”

Steve smirked. “As you wish.” And before you knew it, the man had expertly tugged down your jeans along with your damp underwear, then awkwardly tried to remove them over your shoes before you just kicked them off to make it easier. Steve let out a boyish chuckle that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly before pushing your legs apart to stand in between them. You shivered as Steve ran his fingers through your slick folds, a cheeky grin decorating his face at the feeling. “So wet already?” I’ve been wet ever since the meet and greet, you wanted to say but you were cut short by two of Steve’s fingers entering you without warning. “Still tight, though.” He chuckled, pressing further into you until he was knuckle deep, curling his digits and hitting that sensitive spot at the front of your walls.

Steve looked up at you with bright, wild eyes, a small smile playing at his lips as you stared back at him in a pleasured haze. “That feel okay?” He must’ve known it did, from the way you were breathing heavily, grabbing at his shoulders like a lifeline; but he sounded so genuine that you nodded with a soft whine. “Good. Let me know if it ever stops feeling that way, deal?”

God, he was so sweet and patient, it started to make yours run thin. You wanted him so badly, and after a few more minutes of Steve finger fucking you, you were sure you were ready to take his cock. You palmed him through his jeans, feeling his thickness, making your mouth water. “I need your cock, pretty boy.” Steve’s cheeks dusted a light shade of pink, making you grin.

You eagerly helped him shimmy down his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, too impatient to remove the articles of clothing. You were already so sensitive, so when Steve ran the head of his dick though your slick folds, you let out a pitiful whine. Steve gave you a once over before slowly pushing himself through your entrance, the two of you letting out gasps, groaning once he was fully sheathed. “Are you okay?”

“God, yes, Steve. Please, move…” You whimpered, trying to restrain yourself from canting your hips to get some more friction. You wanted it hard and fast, but Steve decided to take it slow…way too slow.

Steve thrusted in and out languidly, the feeling heavenly but not enough. You could feel how much he stretched you out, could feel every pulse in his veins, could hear how much your cunt was sucking him in deeper and deeper; all the while Steve never broke eye contact with you, he was every expression on your face, how your eyes subtly rolled to the back of your skull every time he brushed against your cervix, ate up every cute noise you made. You knew he was trying to draw this out for as long as possible, smiling every time you whined impatiently. He knew what you wanted, he was just being a fuckin’ tease. “Steve, please…I need it faster. Harder.”

He playfully raised a brow. “What? Trying to get it over with, huh?” He asked, pinching your side through your shirt.

“No-ah!” You yelped as he suddenly rammed into you, the force making you bounce, his grip on your waist the only reason you didn’t fall off the vanity. “Fuck.” You moaned loudly as Steve thrusted into you at a much faster rate, any objects on the vanity’s desk toppling over and falling to the dressing room floor. “Yes, yes, yes…” You cried, feeling his cock beat against your pleasure spot at the front of your walls, trying to keep in your embarrassing wails as he finally was giving you what you wanted.

“Goddamn, you feel so good, pretty girl. Fuck, I’ve been wanting to feel this gorgeous pussy for hours. I loved watching you in the crowd tonight, a smile never leaving your face, looking up at me like I was a god. You sure know how to make a man feel special, huh?” He rambled.

“You-fuck, you are special, Steve.” You tried to reply back, stuttering with every syllable.

“Yeah? Tell me again.”

“Y-You’re s-special, Steve…”

“Fuck, yes…” Steve’s lips attached to your neck once more, his teeth grazing against your sweet spot immediately, your walls pulsing around him as you were already so close to that peak.

You and Steve were so eager to take pleasure from one another, you both didn’t even hear the door to the dressing room open. “Well, well, well, now what do we have here?” You both gasped and turned to the intrusion, a sweltering heat coming to your cheeks as you saw the guitarist staring you both down with a small smirk playing at his lips.

Steve looked at you first, gauging your reaction before he replied to his bandmate, finding no shame or nervousness in your expression. “Caught myself a little groupie, Eds.” Steve chuckled, his thrusts halting to a stop, almost eliciting a whine of protest from you. Fuck, you were almost there. You could feel your almost orgasm dull and fade away. “Ain’t she a beaut’?”

You probably should’ve been mortified, but the way Eddie was staring down at you from his place at the door, you couldn’t help but want him as well. Both him and Steve seemed to pick up on your desires. But from the way you were looking at both of them, it didn’t take a genius to put it together.

Steve leaned down to peck the underside of your jaw, slightly jerking his head in the direction of his bandmate. “Want him to join? Though, I gotta warn ya, he’s a kinky little shit.” He teased.

You giggled, the idea already making your stomach churn with overwhelming excitement. “What, you like being called daddy or something?”

Eddie scoffs, his already dark eyes darkening further. “Anything that’s not missionary is kinky to Steve. What about you, hmm? Why don’t you tell me what kinks you enjoy and I’ll decide if you can handle me or not.”

His words went straight to your core, your walls pulsing around Steve’s dick, making the man grunt. “Big on impact play. Spanking, slapping. Choking is fun. Scratched, bit, hair pulled; love all that.”

Eddie smirked widely, allowing himself to step closer to the two of you. “Right up my alley. I think we’ll get along just fine, sweetheart.” Then he gave a look to Steve, he had stopped thrusting into you as soon as Eddie started to chat you up. “Take her to the couch and keep fucking her, Stevie.” He didn’t have to be told twice, as soon as the words left his mouth, the man above you switched you both over to the little loveseat in the green room, continuing the pistoning movements of his hips, making you cry out at the sudden pleasure. “And you don’t have to call me daddy, sweetheart. Just Eddie. What about you? What titles are you okay with?”

Steve’s cockhead rocking into that sweet spot inside you made your mind go blank once more. You knew what you loved, but nothing came to mind. “Any. All. Whatever you want to call me, Eddie. I’m fine with anything.” You whined, reaching out to palm the growing bulge in his ripped jeans.

“Whatever I want, huh? What if I called you my little whore, hm?”

You blushed. “Or slut…”

“My pretty little slut…” Eddie tested, interrupted by Steve’s groan.

“Fuck, she squeezed down so hard on me when you called her that.” He mumbled out shakily.

Eddie’s eyes lightened up at the conformation. “You liked being degraded, huh?” You squeaked when he wrapped one of his large hands around your throat, squeezing roughly and cutting off your oxygen supply. “You like being called a dumb little slut, don’t ya? Such a greedy little fucktoy.”

“Woah…” Steve laughed in shock. “I was gonna say that’s a little far, but she pulsed around me again. Felt so good…I think you can make her come with those words alone, dude.”

“I could see it on her, man.” He chuckled darkly, removing his hand from your neck, allowing you to take a gasping breath. “Flip her over, Steve.” Taking instruction obediently, Steve flipped you over onto your front, forcing you to slightly lean over the pleated arm of the sofa, making your face level with Eddie’s crotch. “I could just tell she’d love being degraded like the whore she is. Now, go on and take out my cock for me, pretty slut.” You cried out as Steve reentered you from behind, the new angle making stars obscure your vision. A harsh slap to your cheek forced you to come back to reality, Eddie’s expression morphing into impatience “Already too cock drunk to listen to simple commands?” He cooed condescendingly.

Trying to ignore the immense pleasure your body was feeling, you reached up with shaky hands to undo the fly on Eddie’s jeans, feverishly shimmying them down along with his boxer briefs. You gasped as his hard cock sprung from its confines, gently smacking you in the face before you got a hold on it. The tip angry and red, feeling the blood pulsing through the veins on his shaft from underneath your fingertips, your mouth watered in anticipation. You looked up at Eddie with a grin before wrapped your lips around the head of his dick, a relieved sigh escaping his mouth. “That’s a good girl…” Eddie moaned as you tried taking him deeper, your own moans adding a vibration around his cock.

“She caught your eye too, didn’t she?” Steve’s voice echoed from behind you, not stopping his thrusts into you, inadvertently forcing you to take Eddie deeper.

“How could I not? That cute little nervous expression when she met all of us. Plus, she was at the barricade, practically drooling.” The admission made your face flush with heat, but you were too preoccupied to care.

“I could see her eyeing your fingers during all your solos.”

You took a big gasping breath as Eddie pulled out of your mouth, getting on his knees to be level with you, a smirk playing at his lips. “That true, gorgeous? You liked watching my fingers play along my fretboard?” He chuckled condescendingly when you nodded. “Pretty girl’s so cock hungry, hm?”

“Fuck…” You whined as you felt your orgasm build and build, faster than before, feeling edged way too long.

“Oh.” Eddie hummed in amusement. “Steve, I think she’s gonna come. Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, she’s squeezing around me so fuckin’ hard.” He groaned loudly.

You moaned as Eddie’s hand returned to your throat, gripping tightly enough that you felt lightheaded. Sharp pricks of pain shot through your entire body as you felt the pressure on your trachea, but it only careened you forward to your release, eliciting a loud strained moan from your lips. “Fuck, are you gonna come for Stevie, hm?” You nodded, babbling nonsense you were sure Eddie couldn’t understand. “Good slut, go on, come on his dick.” You heard Steve moan beautifully as you pulsed around him, your velvety walls holding him in a vice grip as you shook and jolted from the intensity of your climax. You barely registered the dark chuckle that escaped Eddie as he watched you writhe and sob, almost hyperventilating as you came down.

“Oh, fuck…” Steve whispered, leaning down to place gentle kisses on the nape of your neck. “So good, so good, pretty girl. Doin’ so well for us.” You purred at the praise, the hodgepodge of both Steve’s praise and Eddie’s degradation throwing you for a loop. You barely had time to recover before the two men started to thrust into you at both ends, moaning in overstimulation and gagging on Eddie’s dick as Steve’s continued its relentless pace, desperate to get to his end too.

“Look up at me, sweetheart.” Eddie spoke and your eyes widened when you noticed his phone’s camera pointed down at you. “Such a pretty thing, sucking my cock so good.” He growled, keeping a tight hold on your hair. The fact that he was filming you sucking his dick probably should’ve concerned you, but honestly, it was kind of hot and you were too fucked out to care.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Steve announced, his dick pistoning into you like his life depended on it.

“Yeah?” Eddie grinned, putting his phone away. “You gonna come in her tight little pussy, pretty boy?”

Steve grunted as his thrusts became more sloppy and erratic, using you for his pleasure wildly. “Shit, I’m coming…” He moaned, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy as ropes of his warm cum filled you to the brim. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chuckled in exhaustion, pulling out and watched as your pussy clenched around nothing, how it slowly pushed his release out and dripped into a little puddle on the loveseat beneath you.

You took deep breaths as Eddie finally pulled out of your mouth, gently wiping drool off your chin before pushing a fucked out Steve out of the way so he could position himself behind you. “My turn, Stevie. Her mouth is fuckin’ phenomenal, but I wanna feel her tight little pussy myself.”

You gasped as Eddie flipped you over, making you face him. He looked fuckin’ angelic with him above you, much like how he looked performing on stage earlier. “Let’s take this shit off.” He growled, all but ripping your shirt and bra off your body, rendering you completely naked while he and Steve were practically still fully clothed. “Gorgeous fuckin’ tits, baby.” He groped them roughly, pinching your nipples until they stung. Eddie was much more comfortable being rough with you than Steve was. You were a hundred percent sure you’d have a multitude of bruises just from Eddie alone.

Again, unlike Steve, Eddie started with a much more rough pace. He wasted no time fully sheathing himself inside you with a hard cant of his hips, your slick and Steve’s leftover cum making his cock slid right in, the force making you cry out. “So tight still, baby girl. I wanna feel you come on my cock too. Think you can do that for me?”

“Maybe. Can try…” You stuttered, your brain practically melting from oversensitivity.

“Aw, she’s so eager.” Steve cooed, running his thumb along the sweat that was formed on the crease of your brow. “A people pleaser, this one, huh?”

Eddie smiled down at you. “That true, sweetheart? You wanna come on my cock just to please me?”

“Y-Yes…want you to feel it too.”

“Then let’s see if we can get you there one more time, okay?” Eddie’s cock was thicker and longer than Steve’s, the stretch a bit more painful but no less delicious. You couldn’t keep in your moans even if you tried. “Yeah, babygirl, let it out for me. Get fuckin’ loud. Let this whole building know how good my cock is making you feel.” You glanced over to see Steve lighting up a joint, his hair tousled and jeans pulled back up to his hips but left them unbuttoned. He looked properly beautiful. “Hey, eyes on me, slut.” Eddie growled, lightly slapping your face to get you focused. “Give me a hit of that, Stevie.”

Steve grinned as he placed the joint at Eddie’s lips, holding it for him as he took a deep inhale and blew the smoke out onto your face. The smell of the drug mixing with sex made for a delightful combo you wouldn’t have expected, the secondhand making into your lungs and making you dazed. With Eddie’s ruthless thrusts and the contact high, you felt yourself building and building up to your second orgasm, wailing and holding onto Eddie’s wrists where his hands were holding onto your love handles with a bruising grip. Your stomach ached with how rough and deep Eddie was inside you, but you never wanted him to stop, not when you were so close to another climax.

“Oh my god…” You sobbed, unable to hold back your loud moans even if you tried, the pleasure all too consuming and intense, you feared you’d black out.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” Eddie mocked as he saw your body start to shake, chuckling darkly when you nodded hastily. “Steve, play with her clit for me, would ya?” You almost sobbed as Steve’s deft fingers came back for round two, finding your throbbing nub immediately and rubbing in a swift circular motion, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Paired with Eddie’s long, thick cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, you were barrelling towards your orgasm at speeds that made you lightheaded. The room almost spinning and you couldn’t focus on anything besides the intense, blinding pleasure that was surging through you. “Yeah, good fuckin’ girl, come on this dick.” Eddie groaned, fucking you through your orgasm until your were crying in overstimulation once again.

“S’okay, pretty girl, you can take it.” Steve encouraged, coming to sit next to you to slot his lips against his and wipe away your tears. You couldn’t stop moaning into his mouth as Eddie sped up even more, chasing his release.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Eddie moaned. “You want my cum, slut?”

Steve grabbed your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on Eddie. You only nodded, all words escaping you for how fucked out you were, but Steve gripped tightly and making you wince. “Use your words, gorgeous.”

“Yes, E-Eddie, I want your c-cum.” You squeaked. “Come in me, please, Eds.” Eddie grinned at the whiny cadence of your voice, barely able to form the words. Steve started to suck and lick at your nipples as Eddie’s cum painted your inner walls, the man letting out downright beautiful whimpery moans as he finally finished, pulling out of you with a sharp exhale.

Finally able to fill your lungs properly, Steve and Eddie both peppered your face with gentle kisses before they helped clean you up, though not before admiring their handiwork. Hickeys and bruises galore, it looked like you were hit by a truck, you definitely felt like you had been due to the endurance of these two boys. You started to wonder how you were going to be able to walk to your car, let alone drive home with how wobbly your legs were.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asked softly as he and his bandmate helped you dress.

You beamed giddily. “More than okay. That was…amazing.” You giggled, causing both men to grin proudly. It was like a dream come true…

“Glad you enjoyed yourself, we sure did.” Eddie teased.

“And be sure to let us know whenever you’re coming to another show. We’ll let you have a backstage pass so we can do this all over again, pretty girl.” Steve winked.

“Oh, don’t worry. I definitely will.”

lalalalalalalala brain rot brain rot, i'll be in horny jail bye-bye!

Take the call

Pairings: Steve Harringtons x female reader

Word count: 670

Warnings:P in v, unprotected, mutual masterbaition,

Summary: While Steve is buried inside of you he gets an important call from his boss, he takes it but the show must go on.

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It’s 7:15, the sun has just set, your back is to your boyfriend Steve’s mattress and he’s hovering over you, deep breaths and groan’s escaping his mouth as he pumps his cock deep into you, his hips moving at the perfect pace, your hips rocking with his, the bed frame slightly and quietly creaking to your rhythm. Everything’s perfect till the agonizing, blaring ring bursts it’s way through Steve’s landline. He doesn’t pause for even a second he just continues his pace, his lips finding your neck.

“don’t worry about it baby” he mumbles, placing kisses at the sweet spot of your neck,

“focus on me yeah?” he says, his fingers finding your clit to rub soft circles. After a few seconds the ringing stops… till only a few more seconds later the same ring blares through Steve’s room again. Once again he’s not phased, his mind is on you, he could care less about what’s beyond the other end of the phone. But you can’t help your thoughts, “what if it’s important?” you ask out to him, knowing he had missed important phone calls before because he was too busy pounding into you, and although your sweet Stevie assures you he rather be doing this than answering calls, you still feel at fault just a bit.

Eventually the ringing stops, of course only to pick back up again, blaring that familiar ring.

“You should answer it Stevie, could be for work” you give in, your soft eyes meeting his, a slight pout on your face. With a sigh he pulls out of you slowly, placing a kiss a top your forehead before quickly heading to his desk, picking up the phone and bringing it to his ear.

Steve mumbles nonsense across the other end, just by his tone you can tell it’s his boss calling about work. With a dramatic roll of his eyes Steve mouths “work”, exaggerating the words in annoyance, you can’t help but let out a giggle, eyes moving down his chest and waist where his hard cock sits, aching, begging to be back in you. It doesn’t help with the sight he has of you lying there spread across his mattress, legs open and waiting for him.

After a few minutes you can’t wait any longer and decide to take matters into your own hands, slowly inching your hand down till your fingers reach your clit to rub circles, causing you to moan which then causes you to place your palm over your mouth so his boss doesn’t hear. Steve’s eyes go wide once you reach your clit, eyes following your fingers before moving over to scan your whole body, he mumbles out careless answers and responses back to his boss not taking his eyes off of you for a second.

You sink two fingers in and pump them in and out, more moans escape your lips but you try your best to suppress them. He watches as you arch your back, his cock hurting, needing to be touched, instinctively he wraps his hand around his cock and moves it to glide over his tip, mouthed curse words fall out of him, his fingers grip the phone tighter and it presses even harder against his ear.

You’re feeling your climax build up, your pumping getting faster and faster, Steve’s grip on his cock tightens and he’s almost going the same pace as you.

His responses to the phone become almost incoherent, being said between groans as he tries to keep his composure.

“25th uhh… got it, yeah uh i’m writing it down” he speaks into the phone his head rolling back his hand still on his cock, he tries to keep his eyes on you the best he can but it’s just too much.

You’re so close, and you can tell Steve is too by the way his tummy is clenching and the pre cum leaking out of his tip. Finally the call comes to a end and Steve’s able to utter out a “Good Bye” to his boss , slamming the phone back down and at the same time you two reach your orgasm, letting it over take you completely, hot cum shooting out of Steve. Now able to make as much noise as you please you let out cries of Steve’s name, and in an instance Steve is crawling up the bed to hover over you, hands instantly finding your skin, his lips instantly finding yours as he plops his weight down on you, allowing your legs and arms to wrap around him, as he takes you in.

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i just realized my last ask was so like straight to the point and rude 😭 but happy 3 million 🤭 but like saturn | maybe like baseball!steve seeing his girl at his practice and they get shakes after idk 😭🤭

lmao no you’re good soph 🤍 baseball steve makes me dizzy

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You honestly didn’t think Steve Harrington could get any hotter. That is until you saw him swinging a baseball bat around like it was a fucking sword. You practically melted on the spot.

You’re sitting in the stands with Lucas as Steve’s practice comes to a close. You’d never admit it to anyone, not even Steve himself, but you’ve practically been drooling over him the entire time. Lucas has been graciously ignoring your obvious infatuation until now.

“Y/N.” He gives your shoulder a shake. “You’re staring.”

You blink. You’d been watching Steve pack up the gear with his team, his hair all sweaty and floppy and his arms practically bursting out of his jersey sleeves. The fabric on his jersey straining as he bends to scoop up a pile of equipment.

“Wasn’t staring,” you lie through your teeth. “Just observing.”

Lucas huffs like he doesn’t believe you, but it’s all in good nature. He knows you could bring up all the times you’ve caught him staring at Max, if you wanted to.

“Whatever you say.” Lucas rolls his eyes and stands up. “M’gonna go see where Max went. See you around, lovebird.”

He shoves your shoulder and you wrinkle your nose at the nickname. He’s only been gone about ten seconds when you hear your name from the pitch.

“Y/N!”

You eyes zero in on Steve, who’s gazing up at you with a hand over his eyes to block the sun. The pitch is mostly empty. You beam and wave, clambering down the rows of seats til you reach the bottom one. Steve jogs to meet you there and scoops you up into his arms when you do, spinning you around in the air til you’re breathless and giggling.

“Steve!” You squeal, hands braced on his firm shoulders.

He laughs from his chest, a lovely, hearty sound, and sets you down on the grass. You’re both smiley as you catch your breath.

“How’d I do today, angel?” He asks, setting his hands on his hips. One of his teammates calls his name from the edge of the pitch. Steve turns and they exchange a wave and then he’s right back in your personal space.

You wrinkle your nose teasingly. He smells like sweat and grass. “I don’t know anything about baseball, Stevie,” you deadpan. “You did look quite handsome, though.”

Steve’s laugh is surprised and fond and makes your chest burn. He shrugs and his grin is staggering. “That’s good enough for me.”

You grin and push yourself up on your toes to kiss him. He meets you halfway with all the eagerness in the world, hands on your biceps and mouth greedy. He kisses you so sweetly you could cry, but with enough fervour that your stomach explodes with butterflies.

When he pulls away you’re gasping for breath. You look up at Steve and find him looking about frazzled as you feel.

“You need to take a shower,” you say, pulling a face. Anything to stop him looking at you like that.

Steve fakes hurt and rolls his eyes. “You’re such a priss,” he says with less heat than a box of ice.

You scoff and shove him in the chest. He doesn’t move an inch.

“Seriously,” you say. “You’re gross and sweaty.”

He is sweaty, but he’s far from gross. He’s hot, with his damp hair and his burly arms, grass stains on his knees and a stripe of sweat on his forehead. It’s driving you mad.

Steve huffs. “Can we at least get milkshakes first? I promised Lucas and Max I’d drive them to the diner after.”

You sigh. There he goes again, using the kids as an excuse to get what he wants. The worst part is, it works on you.

“Fine,” you say begrudgingly. Or not so much. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if Steve stayed like this forever.