#boyfriend!steve

[bigtreefest]

A Celebration Just For Us

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You want to celebrate Steve’s actual birthday, none of that 4th of July bs

Word count: 920

Content/warnings: essentially straight-up fluff, kissing, lotsa happy smiles, friend Bucky, time switching between past and present

A/N: This is thanks to the discussion of Steve’s actual birthday from @thezombieprostitute and @peyton-warren. I just love the thought of him having to keep it a secret because of a contract he signed a lifetime ago, only letting his closest family and friends in on it.

I’d love to hear what you think. More than happy to gush with you in response to comments, reblogs, or asks💗 thank you for reading

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The lights were off and there were guards around the perimeter, ready to relocate any possible onlookers or overly curious paparazzi. Surely the abundance of cars parked outside the complex could’ve drawn attention, but no more than any other gathering, you were hoping. The curtains were drawn shut, tight as can be so no light could make it through, although there wasn’t much besides the flickering flames that lit up your face.

You were crouched over in the corner of the kitchen counter in your small apartment, further cozied by the dozen or so people who crammed into the small space, all here to celebrate your wonderful boyfriend, Steve Rogers as you used your lighter in a frenzy so the first candle wouldn’t melt before you finally reached the last one.

Once you first found out about it, you couldn’t help but bust out into laughter. Steve did his best to keep a straight face, telling you the story as you were leaning against him on the small couch in your apartment a few months after the two of you started dating.

“Steve, why? Just…why? Why did you agree, why did they make you do it in the first place?”

Steve let out a chuckle and threw his hands up in a shrug as he continued his explanation.

“It was in the contract! I just wanted to serve my country. I guess they thought it would drum up more patriotism? I had no problem faking it until the war was over, but I had no idea I’d be around this long. There’s no end to it. I’ve just gotta hide my real birthday from the public forever, however long that ends up being.”

You snuggled into his chest and giggled.

“Yeah, you have been around for awhile. But I’m so happy it led you here. Now you just get to have two celebrations. One that’s small and special, private, shared with friends, and the other that you share with the people.”

Steve smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed around your waist, pulling you closer as you shuffled back into him.

“I’m gonna try and let it slide that you called me old because I love you, and I love the idea of my day being just for us.”

Bucky had come over earlier in the day to help you set up for the small party you were surprising Steve with. Tony and Nat had taken him out for a day in the city doing who knows what, but it gave the two of you plenty of time to decorate and prepare.

Just before guests started arriving, you were putting candles on the cake, only up to seventy-five.

“Buck, how the heck am I supposed to fit any more candles on this cake? I’m not even three-quarters of the way finished and I’m running out of room!”

Bucky looked over at you from his spot on the ladder where he was hanging streamers and smiled when he saw the cake. He was happy his friend had found someone amazing. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get along with you almost as well as Steve. He’d become a good friend over the year or so you’d been dating.

“Um…put the candles closer together? It’s definitely gonna mess up that frosting you worked so hard on, but I guess that’s the cost of celebrating old men like us.”

You smiled and shrugged as you continued on. “Yeah, that’s what it’s looking like it’s gonna be. You think he’ll be okay with that?”

Bucky nodded. “More than okay. He’ll love it.”

The combined flame from the hundred or so candles smushed side-by-side was hot on your smiling cheeks as you walked towards the grin being mirrored on Steve. Everyone around you was singing as you set the cake down in front of him on the counter, watching him finally take a deep breath and blow out the mound of wax that sat atop a cake specially baked in his favorite flavor. There was no red, white, and blue. No patriotism in sight. Just the pure celebration of a man who affected all of you as a person. An individual with an amazing, beautiful, selfless personality, separate from what everyone else in the world saw him as.

Steve wrapped an arm around your hip as smoke faintly rose from the extinguished candle lump and pulled you tight to his side. Your hand went to his hair, idly stroking through it as the friends surrounding you cheered.

“Wish for anything good, Stevie?”

He titled his head up to look at you, beaming with love and satisfaction.

“I know I’ll get made fun of for saying I have everything I could ever want right here, so yes. But I will also say, it’s not that far off.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. He always knew just what to say. You leaned down to give him a peck before you heard a groan from behind you. It was Tony.

“Okay, love birds. We get it. Happy secret birthday, Rogers. Now hurry up and get your thousand candles outta here. It’s time for cake!”

You helped Steve to pull the candles off the cake, holding one out here and there for him to lick the frosting off. He hummed at the flavor, happy you knew him so well and that he knew there were many more special celebrations, just like this, to come.

Bonus A/N: hehehe, happy birthday Steve. Let the man be happy in the modern day. Cake actually sounds so good rn

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Boyfriend!Steve Harrington x Reader

Prompt: Last night, there was a huge party at Steve’s place. In the morning, after everyone else has gone home, Steve wakes you up with his mouth 🫦

Open your eyes. The house is empty; it’s just you and Steve, now. Red plastic cups are scattered around the living room; the ashtray in the corner is full. Pizza boxes lay open and mostly empty, with a few cold, neglected slices left behind…

Open your legs; Steve’s mouth is moving between them. The warm pressure of his tongue spreads your moist lips apart. Still foggy with sleep, Steve glazes his tongue over your cunt in sloppy, messy laps. You whimper and squeak, your back curving into an arch on instinct. He suckles your clit, tugging it between his lips in rhythm with your pulse. You reach for Steve’s hair to secure yourself, feeling as if you might lift off the ground and float, if he keeps nursing your clit this way.

Fingers clasp the chair behind you, your nails scratching loudly into the coarse fabric. Steve’s hands slide up your torso and close over the soft mounds of your breasts. He gropes you with a curious reverence, like he’s cupping your tits for the very first time. Steve growls wet and filthy into your cunt when he feels your nipples harden against his palms.

Your toes curl, thighs trembling over Steve’s shoulders. A gush of liquid expels onto his face, followed by another. He’s drunk on you, on the slick honey pouring from between your thighs, and the helpless cries your lips spill along with his name. Heels kick into his back, control lost, your puffy cunt burning up inside Steve’s mouth. He holds you between his lips steadfast, refusing to let go, like a dog clutching their favorite toy.

Slick sounds emanate from where your cunt and Steve’s mouth are attached. You rub yourself against his face, crying out in pleasure when your clit catches the tip of his nose. Steve lets you hump his face like a bitch in heat; it’s what he exists for, in this moment. All he can think about is how fucking lucky he is, to have your cunt in his mouth, that it’s his face you’re using to get yourself off on.

He sinks his tongue inside you as you rut over his lips. Steve’s mouthing something into your cunt, thick, syrupy words that neither of you care to understand. He’s babbling, flushed with sweat as your cum trickles down his neckline and into his shirt collar. You grind your sopping bush into Steve’s nose; he inhales as deeply as he can, pulling your scent into his lungs, never wanting the sweet musk of you to leave him.

You’re screaming, sobbing, as a second climax rockets through you. Spraying Steve again, he nuzzles hard into your cunt, sucking up every drop of cum he can find. Your slick coats his hair, his clothing; his entire face is covered in the evidence of your pleasure. You writhe under Steve’s mouth like something possessed, a body afflicted by powers beyond your control. A puddle of cum sloshes under your ass; it’s running down your thighs and saturating the cushion you’re seated on. Steve devours your release, gulping your slippery warmth as your clit throbs against his nose. He’s tongue-fucking your cunt, lazily scooping your juices into his mouth, and your whole body responds in a head-to-toe orgasm…

…Something stirs in the far corner, lurching you into post-nut clarity immediately. “Steve…Steve!” you whisper urgently, smacking his shoulder to get his attention. He looks first at your face, his own a glistening, sparkling image of beauty, followed by the corner you’re pointing at. When Steve sees what you’re seeing, a weird little knot forms in his stomach, and he doesn’t know if he feels more pissed off or embarrassed?

Because slithering out from under a pile of blankets in the corner of the room, Eddie Munson appears. His face is ruddy and apologetic, looking every bit the guilty little perv he is. You and Steve watch as Eddie slides the blankets off himself and stands, his mind obviously running circles trying to think of something to say. “I…uh…so this looks bad, I get it,” he stammers. “But the two of you were having-uh-a moment-.”

Eddie smiles weakly, trying to play off his nerves as Steve stares daggers through him. “-And n-not many people know this about me, but I’m actually a huge romantic-.” Eddie struggles to zip his pants, but his erection is in the way, rendering his efforts useless. “-and I couldn’t bring myself to ruin something so beautiful, you know? So I just kind of-um-.”

Eddie’s eyes fall to his crotch, his stiff, twitching cock dangling out of his pants. “Watched?” Steve finishes Eddie’s sentence for him. “You sat over there and watched like a fucking creep, is that it?”

Eddie points his thumb in the direction of the front door. “I’ll just-I’ll go now, okay?”

Steve nods, a tight-lipped frown on his face. “Yeah,” he says. “Do that. Before I beat the shit out of you, freak.”

Eddie’s eyes meet yours for the first time, and you feel your cheeks go red. He stumbles quickly out of the room; you and Steve hear the front door close behind Eddie.

With a sigh of relief, Steve pulls you into his arms and lays your body under his on the floor.

Eddie did leave the house, but he isn’t gone. He’s made himself comfortable outside the living room window, where he’s able to finish in his hand while watching Steve finish inside you…

[fairyysoup]

you call your boyfriend steve and tell him you have a toothache and have to go to the dentist tomorrow bc it hurts so bad you can't even eat and he comes over with a tooth shaped plush that he just won from a claw machine at work and holds it up like "is this guy bothering you?" and proceeds to start beating the shit out of it. bonus points if it's a squeaky toy so it's just making these pathetic squeak noises as he does

then he proceeds to cradle you like a baby and hold an ice pack to your face 💔 while you hold the stupid squeak plushie bc he spent a whole roll of quarters trying to win it for you lmaooo

[hotwritergf]

Steve Harrington in a soccer football shirt<3

You watch the game with him on television, stealing one of his spare football shirts to impress him. He calls you their good luck charm, their cheerleader.

He sits you on his lap and strokes your hair but he just can’t contain his spirit when the team are 1-0 down, yelling at the screen.

“Shit sorry babe, that was in your ear huh? My bad”

When his team scores he smothers your face in kisses, he does a little celebration dance and sings their chants. You giggle and he points his finger at you.

“Don’t know why you’re laughing baby, this is history being made!”

[mimimunson]

boyfriend!steve x reader / headcanon

cw- menstruation, theft?

Steve wouldn’t really know how to help a you on your period, he’s not the “what size pussy do you wear” type of guy when buying sanitary products for you, but he’s just as clueless. He’d fill the cart with one of every product they have, just in case he got it wrong. He’d try and ask Robin how to help and she’d say something casual like “just be patient with them through their cramps.” But Steve being Steve would go above and beyond, wouldn’t just buy you average painkillers, he’d fall for the pink tax. “See babe these ones are designed to help menstrual pain!” Absolutely no amount of explaining that all the ingredients in those pills are the exact same as the average painkillers would convince him either. But you’d definitely shut your mouth when he’d hand pick you flowers, failing to mention that he’d accidentally destroyed a private garden to get them though.

[sunshinesteviee]

human heating pad - s.h.

summary: steve takes care of you while you're on your period wc: 1.3k warnings: reader who menstruates, but no mention of pronouns, so gn! a/n: just a lil something since it's been a while since i've posted anything!!! this is half self-indulgent, and half for ash lol.

Masterlist

“I don’t wanna get up,” you whined, pulling the blankets on your bed up, clutching them to your chest. 

Hearing your groans, Steve popped his head out of the bathroom, hands still in his hair as he attempted to get it into place, “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Don’t feel good,” you huffed, pushing your bottom lip out into a pout to emphasize your point, “Cramps.”

Steve gave you a sympathetic frown, holding a finger up to signal that he’d be right back before ducking back into the bathroom. He reappeared a moment later and crawled back into bed with you, knees pressing into the mattress on either side of your hips. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “Let’s stay home, then.” You had been planning on a night out with the older group of friends, and Steve had already started getting ready. 

“We can’t not go, Stevie—” 

“No, I’m serious,” Steve cut you off, soft kisses scattered across the side of your face, “You always say how bad your cramps are; you deserve to take care of yourself. I’ll call Robin to let her know, and we can stay in."

“I don’t know…” you replied, uncertain. You hated canceling on friends, especially last minute.

“C’mon,” he murmured, bringing a hand up to brush over your hair. The pad of his thumb rubbed gently against your temple, “We’ll stay in bed all night and watch movies, and we can order whatever you want for dinner. Whaddya think?”

Pursing your lips, you finally nodded. Honestly, you weren’t ever going to say no to Steve. And he was making the first day of your period sound almost bearable. “And you’ll cuddle with me all night?”

Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully, “Obviously, baby. I’ll go call Robin and tell her you’re not feeling well. You get comfy.” He left a small kiss on the tip of your nose before getting out of bed again, making his way down the hall to the phone. 

You couldn’t hear much of what he was saying into the phone, and settled back into the pillows beneath you, not-so-patiently waiting for your boyfriend’s return. Just being in his bed helped soothe the ache in your abdomen. Everything smelled like him, and the bed was still warm from where he’d been next to you all afternoon on your lazy day. The only thing that would be better is if you were wrapped up in his arms. 

He returned a few minutes later, a glass of water and some medicine in hand for you, just in case. Placing it on your nightstand, Steve got back in bed next to you, wiggling his way underneath the covers. You scooted closer to him and let out a soft sigh, “I’m sorry we had to cancel… Were they mad?”

“Of course not,” Steve frowned, one arm sliding over your shoulder to pull you in, lips pressing to your temple, “Robin just said she hoped you felt better soon. And don’t apologize, baby. We’ll reschedule for a day next week, yeah? Would rather go out when you can enjoy it, too.”

Sighing again, you nodded, cheek pressed into Steve’s chest, “Yeah, okay. Thanks for calling, baby.” Your hand slid across Steve’s torso, tucking around his side as you nuzzled into him. He was warm under your touch and you slipped your hand underneath the hem of his shirt, searching for his soft skin. Steve shivered as your fingers grazed his skin, pulling a soft laugh and another apology out of you, a light kiss to his jaw. 

“Would rather be here with you all night, anyway,” Steve added, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. “Do you want a heating pad, babe?”

You shook your head quickly, eyebrows furrowing together, “No! Don’t want you to get up. Can you be my heating pad?”

Steve let out a quiet laugh, but agreed immediately, tapping on your hip, “Sure, babe. C’mon, little spoon. Turn over.” 

“You’re the best,” you mumbled as you pecked his lips gently and turned over in his arms. They circled around your waist and pulled your back into his chest. His body curved around yours, the warmth of his abdomen soothing the dull ache in your back. 

“Better?” he asked, breath warm against your neck, lips ghosting over your skin. 

Without replying, you reached behind you in search of Steve’s hand. You found his wrist and tugged at it gently until his palm was against your stomach. He let out a quiet laugh again, fingers searching for the hem of your shirt and slipping underneath it so he was resting his hand against your skin. Relaxing into his touch, you finally agreed, “Much better.” 

Steve’s fingers splayed out over your skin and pressed lightly, an attempt to massage the aches away. When you’d first started dating Steve, you were surprised by how much he didn’t care about your period, and how supportive he was, especially when it came to taking care of yourself. He always did his best to take care of you, whether that meant running to the store to get the things you needed (and usually coming home with a plethora of snacks he knew would cheer you up), or being your human heating pad. He’d wait on you hand and foot if you let him. 

The further the sun sank into the sky, the further you sank into bed, and into Steve’s touch. There was a movie playing on the TV, but you’d long forgotten it, too distracted by Steve’s warmth and his soft voice at your ear. It was only when your stomach grumbled loudly that you realized how late it’d gotten. You giggled quietly, finally turning back over in Steve’s grasp, “Are you hungry? ‘Cause I am.”

“I heard,” Steve giggled with you, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours now that you were facing him, “Whaddya want? We’ll get it delivered.”

You only complained slightly when he got out of bed to call the restaurant, grabbing at his hand as he rolled out of bed, “You’ll come right back?”

“Do you want food or not?” he retorted, his free hand on his hip as he looked at you with a mock-disapproving stare. 

“Yeah, but want you more. So come back quick, please.”

“You know I will, honey.” 

You did know that, and yet, you dragged yourself out of bed, blanket cloak and all, to follow him downstairs. You knew Steve wouldn’t mind, but you don’t want to eat in his bed, and you were sure that if he joined you in bed again, the two of you would never get up again. When he saw you shuffling down the stairs, he gave you a confused look, but you ignored him and flopped onto the couch. 

Hanging the phone back up on the wall after ordering, Steve made his way over to you and crouched down, an amused smile on his face, “I said I’d be right back, silly.” 

“I know,” you smiled, shifting onto your back and tugging at his arm, “We can eat down here. You can still cuddle with me ’til the food gets here. C’mere.” With that, you tugged a bit harder until Steve all but fell into you. 

“Babe!” Steve laughed, trying to hold himself up over you, “I’m gonna crush you!” 

“That’s the point, Stevie. You’re like my very own heated, weighted blanket,” you replied, pulling at his shoulders until his body was pressed to yours. 

Steve finally gave in and laid against you, his cheek pressing into your shoulder as he grumbled something along the lines of, “Only wanna cuddle for your own selfish needs. ‘M just a human heating pad.” He kissed the skin just beneath your collarbone once, and then twice, to let you know that he was only joking. 

“You love it,” you huffed, wrapping the ends of the blanket around Steve’s shoulders to keep him close to you. Tilting your chin up, you pressed a soft kiss to his temple and mumbled, “And thank you for taking care of me.” 

He hummed quietly, his hand rubbing along your side gently, “You know I always will.” 

[writers-hes]

sweater (s. harrington x reader)

Steve Harrington finds a sweater in your wardrobe that he doesn’t recognize. (boyfriend!steve) helpful links: navigation | master lists | rules and guidelines | tag list | fic recs (A/N: Just tooth rotting fluff. Also, established relationship!) “It's cold today,” Steve reckons, a chill running through his spine. He laid there in your bed, beside you, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“It is,” you agreed, sitting up. Your duvet covered your body and he chuckled. “Do you want to go get breakfast?”

“Out?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “There’s a cafe near the old mall that I’ve been dying to go to,” Steve nods because how can he say no to the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on? How can he deny you anything? He watches as you raise from the bed into your wardrobe with nothing on. He acknowledges the soft curves that outline your body; how your hair falls perfectly.

“Do you have a sweater I can borrow?” he asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. You hummed as you dressed yourself. An oversized sweater that probably belonged to him and a pair of sweatpants. You toss him a sweater that lands on his lap.

“Ew!” he shrieks, and you look at him in alarm.

“What’s wrong?”

“Whose is this?” he asks, raising the sweater with two fingers. He scrunched his nose in disgust. You looked over, your face paling. It was a simple white sweater with a university emblem that you forgot about.

“Oh, God,” you groaned. “Sorry, let me fix that—“

“Are you…giving me a sweater your ex-boyfriend gave you? Why aren’t you throwing it out? I’m your boyfriend, you know. You should only wear my clothes,” he rants, a cute frown on his forehead. He throws the sweater somewhere in your room with his thumb and his forefinger and pouts.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” you asked, kissing his cheek.

“Doesn’t matter,” he grumbles. You sit beside him. Steve has always been a little bit selfish. Who could blame him? He was an only son of a rich family and his mother doted on him as a child. He didn’t like sharing and had only got around to it after spending some time with the kids. It was a difficult obstacle that he’s still trying to overcome. So, the thought of his clothes sharing a space with your ex’s clothes was beyond him. It was something small but to Steve, it meant a lot, especially because your ex was a university graduate, something that he is still trying to work on.

“I’m sorry, Stevie,” you coo, rubbing his scalp softly. “I returned everything and I must have forgotten that it was still there,”

“Really?” he asks softly.

“Yeah. Really,” you answered honestly. “If you want, we can throw it out or like, give it to someone,”

“Let me go through your closet first. Don’t want any germs contaminating our clothes, you know?” he asked, standing up. “For now, can you please keep that sweater away? It’s so gross, it’s giving me the heebie-jeebies,” he shuddered. 

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. He was so cute sometimes. All the time. Always. “Hey, I love you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah and I love you too. Now, go on, scurry! Get me a bag so I can put unwanted things away,” he barks and you oblige.

“Honey?” he calls and you hum. “I love you,” he repeats because he’s so thankful and glad that finally, someone loves him for who he is—no need to hide under the guise of King Steve or anyone else. Just Steve.  steve harrington taglist: @thatfantagirl @cherris-n-peaches @Miyababbby @munsonsuccubus @moistmocca @munsonology @aol19 @undeadgirlsworld @eddiethesexy @weaslyslut01 @captainweirdo42 

[arelliann]

Once a Bad Bitch always a Bad Bitch

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[veltana]

So many times I've gone to my partner's closet to steal something that looks great on him and then it looks like absolute garbage on me 😫 Steve is so cute! Making his friends get reader her favorite snacks because he knew what she needed! 😍

Sick of It

Pairing: Boyfriend! Steve Rogers x Girlfriend! Reader one-shot

Summary: Steve looks good in everything and you’re sick of it. That, among other things.

Word count: 1,784

Content/warnings: Crying, comfort, angry feelings, kissing, mentions of body image issues, swears, snacks, non-sexual semi-nudity

A/N: I wrote this a couple weeks ago while I was feeling like absolute crap. I was so stressed and just wanted someone to hold. I know too many people relate. I think Steve would’ve been such a sweetie for this kind of moment.

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“I’m so fucking done.”

You slammed the door to the pantry as Steve looked over his shoulder at you from his spot on the couch.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” His words trailed down to you as stomped down the hall and slammed the door to his room.

Steve sighed and tossed the blanket off his lap, softly padding after you down the corridor. He leaned against the doorframe before lightly knocking with the knuckle of his pointer finger.

“Hey, you alright?” He faintly heard the sliding of his dresser drawers, frantically paired with the sound of clanging hangers in his closet.

Steve opened the door slowly to be met with the sight of you half naked, hoodie stretched over your one arm and head, only accompanied on your body by your socks and underwear.

You grumbled and sighed before pulling the hoodie fully down over your body, looking in the mirror before ripping it off and throwing it at him. Steve didn’t flinch, catching the beige hoodie he had been given in a stylist’s attempt to take him on as a client.

Steve had many pieces of clothing like that: obscure fashion pieces gifted to him because of his celebrity status. To a normal person, they were impractical and weird. Odd shapes for an odd body. They’d only look good on someone as hot as him, broad shoulders, skinny waist, and all. Any time you’d try to put on a piece of the clothing, you felt like it hugged your curves in all the wrong ways.

You sighed, but it was deep and guttural, bordering on a scream. The way every piece of clothing, which looks so trendy and stylish on Steve, draped over your hips in a weird way, drove you nuts. The colors didn’t look as good, the shape was meant for someone else.

You flopped down on the bed, still only in your underwear, as Steve grabbed a hanger, placing the hoodie on it and hanging it back in the closet.

He walked over to you, slotting his legs in between yours which swung off the bed. He leaned forward over you until his arms framed your head, one hand on each side, careful to miss your hair that was sprawled out over the comforter.

When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by a sea of blue. You wanted to melt instantly at the care and concern that Steve’s eyes held, before you remembered why you were so upset.

You rolled on your side with a groan, hiding your face in the plush covers before Steve did his best to brush the hair out of your way.

He continued to softly rub his thumb against your temple. “Jellybean, you wanna tell me what’s going on? What’s got you so upset?”

You sighed before speaking into the blanket covering your mouth. Even Steve’s super soldier hearing couldn’t decipher the muffled sounds.

“Can you try again for me? I didn’t quite catch that.”

You turned slightly and threw your hands over your face in exasperation before peeking through your fingers at the face full of love and kindness that was always waiting on the other side.

“I’m sick of it.” It came out still muffled by your palm, but understandable this time. Steve nodded in an attempt to understand.

“Sick of what, honey? Anything I can fix? Or at least help with?” He helped you up, sitting next to you on the mattress. He attempted to pull you into his lap before your stopped him, pushing his arms off of you.

“No! Stop it, you’re the problem.”

Steve was taken aback. He would never do anything to hurt you, not even accidentally, so he had no idea where this was coming from. He cautiously continued.

“I’m really sorry, bean. What did I do?”

You shook your head before it fell into your hands, tears threatening to dampen the heels of your palms while you sniffled,sucking your emotions back in. You took a deep breath before looking up at him with red eyes.

“You know what? Actually, nothing. I’m overreacting. Forget about it. Maybe I should just go.”

You stood up and began to gather your clothes from the floor when Steve stood to stop you, holding your hands against his chest.

“Wait, Jellybean, come on. If-“

You threw down your hands, releasing them from his grip as you continued to look down at your feet.

“Quit calling me that!! That’s the problem!! I’m not a jellybean!”

His head cocked to the side in confusion. “Honey, what do you mean? I thought you liked that nickname…”

You shook your head as Steve crouched down in an attempt to meet your gaze. “No, because a jellybean would fit in your clothes and look good. And I don’t at all right now.”

Steve cautiously moved a hand to your cheek, finally able to look into your eyes. “Hey, what happened? Did someone say something to you? Did I? If I did anything to make you feel like that, I’m so sorry. You’re so perfect in every single way, what’s making you feel differently?”

His other hand went to your other cheek and you grabbed his wrists, looking down again, kicking your feet. Your next words came out as a whisper. “Everything sucks. I’m exhausted, and my eyes keep twitching because of it. I couldn’t focus to save my life today. I thought coming over here would make me feel better, and I looked in your pantry to see if you had any of the good snacks and of course you don’t because you’re Mr. Healthy! None of your clothes fit or look good on me! I mean, why do your even own half this stuff!? So many pairs of fake glasses, your eyesight’s perfect-no. Better than perfect! You make stuff that’s not even fashionable or practical look good and I’m sick of it!” You were practically yelling now, your words growing in volume the more you kept going.

Steve simply nodded, letting you vent as much as you needed to and taking it all in. He knew he didn’t have good snacks, he had asked if you wanted him to pick up your favorites when grocery shopping last week and you said ‘no, that’s not necessary. I probably shouldn’t tempt myself anyways. I’m trying to be healthier.’ He should’ve gone with his gut. He wouldn’t blame that on you, though.

He knew his clothes were ridiculous, too, but he kept them around because he thought you liked them. And he loved the way they looked on you.

He also knew the game you liked to play of ‘is it a fit or are they just hot,’ looking at the ridiculous clothes designer brands would release and judging whether or not they were high fashion, or just on a person with a nice body. He had just never thought he would be the subject of it, or that it would bring you down this much.

Steve knew you hadn’t been sleeping well for the past month, too, but hadn’t said anything. He could feel the way you tossed and turned at 3am, before you finally fell asleep again an hour later, only to be woken up shortly after by the alarm clock.

You looked up again after Steve had been quiet for too long. You let out a deep sigh. “I’m sorry, Stevie. I think I’m just taking this all out on you because you’re here. Everything but you is wrong today, and I’m taking it out on the one thing that’s here.”

You shook your head, profusely apologizing before Steve pulled you in close against his chest. He kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your back.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Thank you for talking to me. I’m not the enemy here. I’m your teammate. Thank you for letting me in.”

“It just isn’t fair.” You spoke into his chest before looking up into his eyes again.

“Even when you’re concerned you’re still hot, too.” You rolled your eyes before throwing your forehead back in between his firm pecs.

“Steven. Fix it.” Came out mumbled in his shirt.

Steve laughed and nodded before kissing the top of your head again. “I think I have just the thing. Hold on.”

He meant that literally. Steve stood up fully and you wrapped your legs around him, clinging like a koala, as he walked back over to the closet. The fact that he did it so effortlessly made you feel a little better about yourself, but a super soldier could probably do that with anyone.

He browsed the rack and shelves before he found what he was looking for. “Ah, here it is. They let me keep these after I had to pose as part of a construction crew for a mission. Regular people clothes. None of that high fashion bullshit.”

You laughed against his neck before he set you down on the bed. He kissed the tip of your nose before sliding a dark gray sweatshirt over your head and sinking down to his knees to pull the light gray sweatpants up your legs. They fit just how your wanted and you beamed at him.

“Better?” You nodded.

“Perfect. Thank you, Stevie.”

He gave you a wink. “Of course, jellybean. I think these fit you just right, but maybe your outfit’s missing something. I might still have the reflective vest around here somewhere, or maybe you need a good pair of fake glasses to top it off?”

You giggled and pushed his shoulder. “Absolutely not. I think the only thing that could make this better is if you had real snacks in the pantry.”

Just then, the both of you heard a knock on the door. You perked up and looked over Steve’s shoulder before raising an eyebrow at him. Steve looked back at you sheepishly.

“I think your prayers have been answered. I texted Buck and asked him to pick up your favorites the second I heard you huffing while searching through the cabinets.”

You smiled before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you. You’re perfect, even if it’s a little infuriating how much so.”

Steve laughed and wrapped his arms around you again, carrying you towards the front door to retrieve the package. “Perfection means nothing if I can’t use it to make your life better. I love you, Jellybean.”

You smiled as he set you down on the couch and handed you a bag of snacks before cuddling close and pulling the soft throw blanket back over the two of you. You placed your hand gently on his cheek. “I love you more, Stevie.”

Bonus A/N: What’s your favorite snack/candy? I’m currently rocking with those nerds gummy clusters. So good.

General Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Steve Harrington x reader | sex in the shower with boyfriend!steve 🧡

You woke to the sound of running water close by. As your eyes blinked open and drifted to the bathroom door, you noticed it had been left slightly ajar. Moist air drifted from inside, along with the woodsy, peppery scent of your boyfriend’s shampoo…

You grinned contentedly, remembering all the ways Steve had made love to you the night before. Stretching your arms and legs under the sheets, you felt a large, damp patch in the middle of the bed, and your smile grew wider. The image of Steve’s face between your thighs lingered in your mind…how handsome he’d looked, covered in your slick from his hairline to his chin. You’d squirted several times in a row as he ate you out, soaking not only Steve but apparently, saturating the sheets beneath you as well.

Memories of last night traveled straight from your mind to between your legs. Your cunt was still puffy and moist from Steve’s efforts the night before. He’d come inside you when he finished, and the combination of Steve’s release and yours was a sticky reminder between your thighs of the cum-soaked state he’d left you in…

You returned your focus to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, listening to the stream of water shift as Steve’s body moved under it. You decided that waiting any longer for him to fuck you again was not an option. Pulling back the sheets from your body, you tiptoed naked to the bathroom, and gently crept inside. The small room was warm and inviting, the air thick with moisture. You reached for the shower door, carefully sliding it so you wouldn’t startle Steve.

…When his hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you inside with him, a surprised little gasp escaped your lips, quickly followed by giggles as Steve pulled you close. His arms surrounded you in warmth, wrapping around your waist and pressing your chest to his. Steve’s back faced the shower head, droplets of water splashing from his broad shoulders and onto your breasts as he squeezed you closer.

The coarse hair on Steve’s chest looked even darker than usual, matted down with water and just beginning to curl. The friction it caused against your breasts felt incredible. Your nipples perked instantly, rising to meet the soaked nest of hair they were immersed in. Steve didn’t miss the way your eyes fluttered in a soft expression of bliss when he pressed his knee between your thighs, nudging your clit. Steve kept his knee locked there, his muscular thigh wedged flush against your cunt. He could feel your need, the way your pouty pussy throbbed against his skin in time with your heartbeat.

Steve’s lips met yours in a kiss that tasted of rain in the middle of Summer, fresh and warm as it melted between your lips. His tongue played tenderly with yours, gently stroking and caressing into your kiss. Your cunt wept greedily against Steve’s thigh, the evidence of your arousal dripping down his leg, mixing with the water and circling the drain.

Steve’s hands wandered up your back, his fingertips tickling your spine. The gesture made you shiver against him, your nipples perking even firmer, goosebumps dotting your skin. Steve’s lips ventured to your shoulders, kissing the goosebumps away, his fingers lacing delicately through your hair. He rocked his thigh against your cunt, pulling a desperate whimper from your throat.

“Steve,” you breathed, and he nodded in response, water dripping from the ends of his hair. “I know, baby,” he said, sliding one hand beneath your thigh. “You don’t have to say it; I already know…”

Steve lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist, hoisting you up so your knee was bent over his elbow. With his free hand, he reached between your bodies and took hold of his cock. Rubbing his tip between your slick folds, Steve collected a generous amount of your cum on the head of his cock before pressing inside you, filling you whole.

The position gave Steve even deeper access to your cunt than usual; with his body bent slightly at the waist and your leg elevated to the level of his hip, Steve could fuck places inside you that more standard positions didn’t allow.

Your forehead was pressed to Steve’s chest, tears of relief burning behind your eyes as you squeezed them closed. Every upward punch of Steve’s hips hit a place so deep inside you, it felt like you were being stretched open for the first time, like losing a second virginity in part of you that hadn’t previously existed.

Steve’s eyes were glossy, his gaze fixed between your bodies, watching his cock disappear inside you. Your needy cunt swallowed Steve eagerly, sucking him like a vice. His thrusts began to grow desperate in pursuit of his climax, the heady burn of pleasure within Steve at its absolute peak.

With a groan of release, Steve erupted deep inside you, emptying against your cervix and painting your vagina in cum. Immediately after his orgasm, Steve went to his knees in front of you. He shoved his face between your thighs, hungrily probing your pussy. With his tongue buried in your cunt, Steve let you ride him to your own climax. You clutched Steve’s shoulders for support as you humped his face and bounced on his tongue till your orgasm was spilling through you in waves. Steve licked your vagina clean, sucking his cum from between your lips, peppering delicate kisses along your puffy cunt before rising to his feet, and taking you again into his arms.

A warm stream of water and cum dripped between your bodies as you held each other inside the shower. Tilting Steve’s face to yours, you teased his lips apart with your tongue. The sweet, salty flavor of your cum and Steve’s blended together as you explored each other in a deep, passionate kiss. Steve tugged your bottom lip between his, sucking lightly. When he released it, he was smiling, his pretty hazel eyes adoring you. “Let’s dry off and get back in bed,” Steve grinned mischievously. “So I can get you wet all over again…”

[paradimeshifts7]

Hard launching the boyfriend post

[hotwritergf]

Party Tattoos / Steve Harrington x female reader / one shot<3

CW- Mention of rough sex, non verbal reader, mentions of consensual impact play, mentions of bruising, BDSM, dom Steve Harrington x submissive female reader, mentions of consensual punishment and sexual aftercare

AN- Party Tattoos is a reference to Party Tattoos by Dodie

“Sweet girl, you did so well” Steve cooed into your ear, his gasp like breaths making the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. He proceeded to move down the bed, spreading your legs once more to clean the mess you both had made between your thighs. Taking extra special precautions to avoid grazing across your deeply overstimulated clit. “Almost done Princess, how ya’ feeling now?” All you could do was nod; he’d fucked your vocabulary out of you leaving you completely and utterly nonverbal. This wasn’t a new thing, every time you and Steve fucked, you’d be left a puddle of nerves. Running his fingers across your ass cheeks that were now painted a light pink colour, that was certainly going to turn into pretty bruises. “Took your punishment so well angel, so proud of you.”  

He beamed; you always did love seeing the aftermath of your shared playtime. “Gonna have some more party tattoos on this lil’ ass baby” You grinned at his expression he regularly used for bruises; it should be illegal to be this cute you thought. Rubbing cooling lotion into your marked up skin he sniggered. “I can run you a bath or do ya’ wanna get in the shower with me darlin’?” He smiled softly at you, admiration in his eyes and you could see the smirk he was so desperately trying to hide, he was always so cocky after he made you cum, especially when it was as hard as you did just now.  

Offering your hand to Steve, he helped you up onto your feet, “Let's go get you all cleaned up baby.” You smiled weakly, still coming down off your sex high. Mumbling sweet nothings to your dom as you walked to the shower, lifting your arms up so he could undress you once more. Steve kissed down your wrists to your biceps and neck and in each kiss, you could feel the words “I love you.” He hurt you so passionately, but the aftercare was always matched in energy. 

[oatmilk-vampire]

So I've noticed something and I don't know what to do with it.

[wheneverfeasible]

TW: brief homophobic language

Steve plays the piano.

When he was a kid, Steve’s mom made him take piano lessons. He honestly hated it, hated how strict his instructor was, hated that he had to spend hours practicing when he could have been playing with his new friend Tommy. The thing was, Steve was good at it. He had an ear for music and could pick up songs after just hearing them a couple of times, even if they weren’t piano songs. There were also brief moments that his mom would actually pay attention to him, would sit at the piano bench with him and play her favorite songs.

Around middle school his dad told him that only pansies played piano, cutting an end to his lessons and instead enlisting him in every sport he could. Steve liked sports. He was good at that too, and at first his dad paid attention to him too which was amazing, but it only lasted one season. That was fine. Steve loved sports.

Then Steve met Robin, and they laughed at how horrible Tammy sounded singing, because even all this time he still had an ear for music. Then he met Eddie, and even though it wasn’t really his type of music, he could tell how talented Eddie was whenever he heard the older boy play after the world tried to end but they stopped it.

Steve and Eddie grew closer, and sometimes Steve even attended Corroded Coffin practice if he was free, much to Gareth’s original annoyance, and the music kind of grew on him. Sometimes he’d find himself singing the songs to himself in the shower or doing chores, or tapping out chords on the steering wheel when he drove Robin or the kids anywhere.

Steve was at one of these band’s practices when he noticed a keyboard set off to the side. He vaguely recalled Eddie ranting one day about the band arguing if they were going to add a keyboardist to their group or not, but the idea had been scrapped several months ago when they couldn’t agree on the sound.

During an intermission in the practice, while the band was all inside the house getting fresh drinks (Eddie was getting his for him), Steve hesitated before moving to the keyboard. He’d never played a keyboard before, and it had been years since he touched a piano after his father got rid of theirs when he started sports. He didn’t think he’d even remember how.

Despite this, his fingers moved with assurance over the keys, not playing one of the songs he’d learned in his youth but the song Eddie and his band had been playing just before break. His natural affinity for music had him able to translate the chords into piano keys easily, and he sort of lost himself in the music he plucked out for the first time in his life.

It wasn’t until the ending notes were lingering in the air and the sound of applause began behind them that he realized the band had returned, Eddie’s eyes gleaming above a wide smile while Gareth rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Your boyfriend can join the band,” the curly haired youth said, sounding aggrieved, but there was a curl to his lips that said that he was impressed.

Which was how Steve, former King of Hawkins High, found himself as the fifth member of the metal band Corroded Coffin as its keyboardist.

It also took until a week later, after his first official practice as part of the band, for him to realize that neither he nor Eddie protested Gareth’s claim of them being boyfriends.

[morganbritton132]

A little companion piece to this post:

Hopper didn’t have to say anything.

He could’ve kept his mouth shut and just drove Steve to his appointment with a neurologist out of town. He likes driving in silence with the windows down and the music on low. He didn’t have to say anything.

But Harrington hasn’t said a word since they left city limits and Hopper is a cop, and a dad. They ask questions so, “…Nervous about the appointment?”

“What?”

“I can practically hear you thinking, kid. What’s going on?”

“Oh, um…I have - I like this - person,” Steve eventually says, words picked a little too carefully for Hopper’s liking. He should’ve just left it there but he asks another question and Steve responds, “The problem is I don’t even know if they like g- me. Some people don’t like - me.”

“Harrington, there’s not a girl in that whole damn town who wouldn’t want to go on a date with you,” Hop says, flipping his blinker as they approach their exit. “What do you even like about them if you don’t think they like you?”

Steve slumps, “I don’t know. They’re cool and funny, and we have stuff in common, ya know? And his hair, man. Hop, it’s a great head of - shit!”

Hopper nearly hit the guardrail turning off the exit and Steve went pale head to toe, realizing what he’d said, “I did - fuck. Yeah, okay. It’s a guy. I like - and girls, too. I still like girls. I-“

“Stop talking,” Hopper says, breathing out. “It’s fine. It’s - that’s great, for you. I’m glad you, uh. Know yourself.”

“Hop, that sounds like you walked in on me masterbaiting.”

“I’m trying to be supportive.”

“Oh…” Steve said. “You’re doing a great.”

“Thanks.”

[queenie-ofthe-void]

It's A Date

written for @steddiemicrofic October

prompt: dress || wc: 350 || rating: G || tags: excessive fluff and general adorableness

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“Put this on,” Steve says, tossing the black button up at him. He’s been digging through Eddie’s closet for almost ten minutes while Eddie’s struggled to get his favorite black jeans on. It’s the first time he’s worn real clothes since leaving the hospital almost three months ago.

“I don’t want to wear this, Steve.”

“Harrington,” Steve bitches back.

“Ok Harrington,” Eddie says, playful sarcasm dripping into his tone, “why am I wearing this? It’s pretty stuffy for dinner and a movie on the couch.”

“It’s a date, Munson. Dress to impress.” Eddie can’t help but chuckle at the sound of his last name. Steve smiles at him. He throws a red tie around Eddie’s neck before tying a perfect knot. “Are you sure you’re ok getting to the door on your own? Everything’s already set up and he’s gonna be here in five minutes. I could grab your cane and–”

“Yes, I can open the door for my date, I don’t need you to do it.” It’s a joke, but when he looks up, Steve’s face is unsure, lips tilted downward with sad eyes.

“And you’re sure you like the guy?” It’s insecure, vulnerable, and genuine.

“Of course I do,” Eddie smiles. “Yo– he’s perfect.”

Five minutes later, Eddie carefully makes his way through the trailer to open the front door. Standing on the other side is the prettiest boy he’s ever seen, holding a bouquet of daisies and wearing the yellow tie Eddie picked out earlier.

“Hi, Eddie,” the boy’s blushing, nervous with anticipation, until a cocksure smile lights his face. “You look really nice tonight. Love the shirt, good choice.”

Eddie’s cheeks burn as he laughs, raking his eyes over the man he’s been in love with for almost three months. “I was told guys like when I get all gussied up.”

Steve hums, stepping up the stairs to wrap his hands around the back of Eddie’s neck. “That guy sounds pretty smart. Should I be worried about him?”

“No, sweetheart,” Eddie smiles wide, pecking him on the cheek. “you’re the only man I ever wanna date.”