#steve harring blurb

[bbyhellfire]

mondays are for steddie threesomes (dom!eddie x sub!steve x sub!fem!reader)

mdni 18+ only, bdsm elements, bondage, vibrator use, overstimulation, edging, bratty!steve, reader begs steve to cum, pls excuse any typos!

Dom!Eddie keeping sub!Steve and sub!Reader bound together tightly with a vibrator between you. Neither of you can move, other than grind against the toy and smash your lips together. You've already cum twice, but Steve is doing everything he can to hold off his orgasm.

"Eddie, pleaseeee," The way you whine makes you drop your head in embarrassment. Your eyes look down at the buzzing toy between the two of you. Your thighs and cunt are soaked, the signs of your two orgasms painfully obvious from the wetness covering your cunt and thighs.

You and Steve had a pact to hold off cumming for as long as possible. A bratty attempt at solidarity which would have worked if you hadn't come so embarrassingly quickly.

"You know the rules, sweetheart," Eddie's tone paints you a picture of his condescending smile. "You're in this together. If you cum, Steve has to cum."

Steve groans in retaliation, "Come on, man..."

"Rules are rules, Stevie," Eddie walks over to you both, pressing his chest against your back. "Just let go, I know you're close."

For extra measure, Eddie presses a finger against the swollen head of Steve's cock. Your thoughts are as rattled as your cunt, your only connection to earth is focusing on the way a large bubble of precum bursts under Eddie's finger.

"Fuck!" Steve yells, his body pulling on the ropes binding you both together, although he doesn't get far. His body jerking movement only pushes the vibrator harder against your overstimulated pussy. Eddie chuckles at his reaction before placing his precum-soaked finger against your bottom lip. Instinctively, your lips wrap to suck away the salty taste of Steve.

"He's almost there, sweetheart," Eddie coos in your ear. "But I think he needs a little encouragement. Why don't you ask him to cum?"

You're a babbling mess as Eddie increases the speed of the vibrator. "Steve, please. Please, please cum for us. For me. Can you do it for me? You always look so pretty when you cum. I was good and came. I can be good for you, too. Please just cum, please Steve! I-I don't think I can..."

[babyjakes]

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eun participates in kinkmas 2023, twenty four days of kinky thots, blurbs, and fics!

please note: prompts have no assigned date. due to an unplanned mini-hiatus, three days feature double prompts.

fics.

flamingo pink | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader | prompt: pet play

a diamond's gotta shine | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompt: toys

clear blue water | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: watersports

lock them out and throw a feast | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader | prompt: food play

help me hold onto you | steve rogers x avenger!reader | prompt: sex pollen

devils roll the dice | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet

did something bad | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompts: interrogation + weapon play

you all over me | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: double penetration

blurbs.

not trying to play | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader | prompt: nipple play

in the middle of the night | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader | prompt: somnophilia

delicate | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: virgin

thots.

edging | mutual masturbation | massage | harness | sex shop | threesome | monster fucking | knotting | fucking machine | exhibitionism + piercing

[wormdebut]

17

Hi there anon! Thank you for your number! #17 on my Spotify Wrapped is 18+ by Scene Queen. This song is actually very fucking personal to me. I won't go into detail but fuck shitty dudes in shitty rock bands doing shitty things. ON THAT NOTE this blurb is truly a bunch of Steve being heart eyes at his rockstar husband but TW for mention of shitty rock dudes in shitty rock bands being shitty. (NOT Eddie or Corroded Coffin whatsoever) Nothing is explicit but take care of yourselves always. ----

"No. I don't care if it's true or not, Steph! The second some shitty fucking allegations come out like that? They're off my fucking tour. No questions asked. If someone says Greg fucked around then I'm sure as hell, not keeping him around long enough for it to happen again."

Steve hadn't planned on waking up to Eddie screaming down the line to his manager, but alas--such is the life of a being a rock god's husband. Steve runs his hand over his eyes and zeroes in on Eddie pacing their hotel room.

"--multiple allegations Stephanie! No way in hell. They're just the opening act. I'll talk to the guys, we will extend our set. I'll talk to Chrissy and she'll extend her act too. Call that asshole's manager and tell them that we are dropping them." Eddie huffs and Steve isn't entirely sure what's going on but Eddie is red with anger.

"Baby." Steve breathes out, just to let Eddie know he's joined the land of the living. Eddie head snaps over to look at Steve, and he smiles--it's a small thing, but it makes Steve's insides feel all warm and fuzzy, cause even when Eddie is so clearly fuming Steve can help him feel at least a little bit better.

Eddie sighs, pinching at the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, I got so heated Steph, just take care of this, please? I want them off the tour. Yeah okay--alright. Yeah--" Eddie laughs, "Sure, Steph, I'll tell him. Okay. Thank you. Talk soon." Eddie pulls out his airpod and throws it on the table.

"You know you'll lose 'em if you don't put them back in the case like a normal sane person, baby." Steve says, as he sits up in bed.

Eddie walks over to him and burys his face into Steve's neck. "I'm not a normal sane person, princess." Eddie mumbles from his hiding spot and Steve runs a hand through his hair.

"So…" Steve starts, "did you wanna--talk about whatever that was?" Eddie groans into Steve neck before pulling back.

"I fucking hate shitty ass rock dudes being fucking gross as hell and I won't allow gross ass shitty ass nasty ass posers anywhere near our fan base." Eddie spits and Steve just nods. Eddie continues, "Our opener? A bunch of fucked up shit came out about them and I refuse to let bullshit like that anywhere near the space that Corroded Coffin has crafted over ten fucking years."

Steve can't help but smile at that. Eddie prided himself on creating a place where his fans could be themselves, go to a concert and feel safe. He felt ridiculously proud of his husband. He says as much and Eddie scoffs--not at Steve, he knows, but he scoffs all the same.

"I appreciate that babydoll, but it's not about me. It's about keeping people safe." Eddie says and Steve nods. He's still proud of him, regardless.

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Steve stands backstage watching as Eddie's best friend finishes up her set and feels arms wrap around his waist. He smiles leaning back into Eddie's (very naked--aside from a leather harness) chest and Eddie plants a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

"God, what if I just stay here and hold you all night instead of performing." Eddie whispers into Steve ear and while that does sound tempting--

"I don't think this very sold out venue of metal heads would be too pleased with me." Steve looks up and fuck, his rock star husband is the prettiest. He leans up to press a quick kiss to his lips. He can't get over this morning, how quick Eddie was to drop a shitty band without a second thought to keep people safe.

Steve turns around in Eddie's arms and wraps his arms around him, squeezes.

"I'm proud of you Eds. I'm always fucking proud of you, but thanks for keeping these people's scene as safe as you can."

Eddie looks at him, with stars in his kohl-lined eyes. "I love you baby, you know that right?"

Steve leans up to kiss him again. "Yeah, darling, I know. And I love you."

Eddie kisses him one more time before stepping back, just in time for Chrissy to come running from the stage. She looks from Eddie to Steve and then back to Eddie with a big manic grin. "The crowd is fucking nuts tonight Eds. You gonna say something?"

Eddie smirks at that. "Of course I am. If I'm not screaming lyrics, I'm screaming about something else." They all laugh at that and the stage lights go dark, Eddie leans down again to plant a kiss to Steve's temple, whispering a quick 'love you', before heading out to the stage.

Chrissy grabs a water bottle and leans back against a beam to watch Eddie and the band from side stage with Steve, like they do every night.

After the opening song Eddie surveys the screaming crowd.

"You sound fucking amazing Orlando. But, before we get into this next song I have something I need to fucking say--If you ever see shitty ass rock dudes in shitty ass rock bands asking you to show them your tits for backstage passes, I want you to spit right in their fucking faces and yell FUCK YOU!"

The crowd goes wild as Eddie preaches about safety in the scene and Steve can't help but fucking grin. He's pretty damn proud of his man.

[lover4st]

can you do steve harrington x always happy reader i saw it the other day and i’m curious as to what your take on it is

ps i love your writing keep up the good work 🥸

i love this ask. it warms my heart 😌

i made it unnecessarily short for some reason. if yall want a part 2 hit me up.

@inaramisview

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“Hey! Stevie! I have- oof!” You found something you wanted to show your boyfriend. All of the little findings you have you always show him. It’s almost your favorite thing to do. 

Both of you were at a lake house and Steve was inside trying to prepare some food for you and your friends that had come with you. You were still swimming when you had spotted something shiny on the bay. Darting to go get it, you found a cool rock. It was shaped really weirdly though. But you wanted to show your boyfriend your discovery. So, you had started to run to the house. But you tripped and fell when you were so close. And you fell on concrete.

Steve turned his head and looked out the window to see you lying face down and he already knew you fell. You wouldn’t even have to say anything, he could just turn around and he would know that you did not randomly decide to take a nap there (which you have done a few times). 

He started heading outside, he wasn’t in a hurry, but he was at the same time.

The man knew you would be hurting, but you would brush it off because you wanted to show him something you thought was cool or you found something. But you were his baby, so he would always patch you up and would always care for you while you would be ranting. 

And he wouldn’t have it any other way. This is exactly what he does. And he will do it again, over and over. 

[teamatsumu]

Hey I don’t know if u do requests or not but if u do can u please write steve dating a short reader headcanons? hope u have a nice day!

A/N: So this has been sitting in my asks for idk how long, I never got the notification for it and I missed it completely so I'm sorry! 🥺 But I hope you still enjoy this xx

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So Steve is absolutely huge, everyone knows that. While you are the exact opposite, which means you make kind of an odd couple.

However, it's one of the things that Steve finds most endearing about you.

He enjoys the feeling of placing his chin on the crown of your head, making your head fit snugly in the arch of his neck. He often says it reminds him of two puzzle pieces that were made for each other.

"Something about you just makes me feel like we were meant to be together."

His life is insane, and he doesn't feel like he fits into this world. But when he's with you, when he wraps you up in his arms, knowing that you're safe with him, it gives him a little more peace.

His hands are huge compared to yours, and he often likes pressing your open palms together and smiling at just how much shorter your fingers are.

When you two started making public appearances, you had to actually go out and buy a few pairs of heels, because you hated it when people didn't think of you as a couple on first glance. You were insecure, and in your head, it somehow registered as not being his equal.

Steve was appalled when he found out, and stubbornly threw away every heeled shoe you owned (he didn't have to do that, and he did bring them all back. He was just trying to make a point.)

He told you to wear what you were comfortable in, and that he loved your height, loved how much shorter you were, loved to feel your head on his chest because he knew you were listening to his heartbeat.

Believe it or not, training was so much fun because of the difference in height and stature.

Steve was always finding ways to use it as a strength, to harness how light you were on your feet and pair it with his brute force to make an unbreakable team.

And boy, was it unbreakable. You two were the best fighting duo in the Compound. You'd kick ass and not bat an eye, and both had the reassurance in the back of your minds that when the fighting was over, you could fall into each others' arms.

And that was the best part.

Blurb night is under way! Send me a request if you like xx

[oncethrown]

More Books From Oncethrown’s Moderately Shameful, Semi-Professional, Nominally Authorial Past

I have no idea why, but there was a stretch where there were a ton of Dean/Cas and Steve/Bucky Porn Star AUs concurrently. I looked at the concept and was like “Betchya that knocks off the last of that 6.8% interest unsubsidized student loans” and this book happened. 

I don’t know why I decided to write this one in such a wierd way. It’s one huge sex scene, interspersed with flashbacks of the two leads growing up in Iowa. Also, I just googled towns in iowa until I found one with a small enough population that I thought it would sound good in the blurb.

I have three more books started in this series, one of which is basically done. 

Today’s Suggestion:

Innocence on Film: Selling Out Series Book 1

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It’s a rich man’s world, Shawn and Fletcher are just trying to survive in it. Unemployed, down on their luck, and three months behind on their rent, the two of them realize that it’s time to throw in the towel. Their dream of escaping Ainsworth, Iowa (pop. 658) is dead. Within the week, they’ll be evicted, shipped back to their respective parent’s houses to drown in student debt they can’t pay back, and watch their high school girlfriends raise other mens’ children.

But when they take the last of their money to a bar to drown their sorrows, a well dressed man with a big wad of cash and a little website offers them a life line. A jaunt across town, a quick tryst for the cameras and the cash is theirs.

The outrageous proposition is their only hope, but each enters the studio with secrets. What will it cost them to bare it all?

Excerpt Under the Cut

The bartender leaned across the bar and said in a conspiratorial voice, just barely loud enough to be heard over the sounds of the happy drinkers around them. “Guys? If you’re as hard up as you say you are, I suggest you have a drink with the man.”

Before either Shawn or Fletcher could ask any more questions, the bartender slipped off to help another customer and the man in the hat approached them.

“Good evening.” He had an accent. Shawn couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “May I sit?” He gestured toward the open bar stool next to Shawn.

Fletcher shot Shawn a quick look. Shawn shrugged. They were running low on options. Having a drink with the man couldn’t hurt now.

“Sure.” Fletcher tapped the stool. “Join us.”

“Danke.”

The man with the hat dragged the stool a few inches closer, dusted it with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket, and sat down.

“You boys seem barely old enough to be in a bar. Are you students?”

Fletcher shook his head. “Not anymore. Just graduated last year.”

“Ah. Glückwünsche. Congratulations,” Hat Man told them. “Very impressive, a degree in this country.”

“Thank you,” Fletcher said. He extended his hand for the man to shake and gave him his name. Shawn followed.

“Fritz,” the man said with an impish smile.

German accent. German name. Shawn doubted it was his real name.

“You went to the state university?”

“No,” Shawn replied. “Private school.”

“Very impressive. Very impressive,” the man repeated, brushing his hands against each other. “But, very expensive.”

“Don’t we know it,” Fletcher said.

“Yes. Yes. Dear Nathan…” The man pointed at the bartender. The sleeve of his suit jacket slid enough to reveal gold and pearl cufflinks and the band of a watch that Shawn was pretty sure cost more than a couple years rent for he and Fletcher. “He tells me zat you boys are having… Wie sagt man… Money issues. Cash problems.”

A shiver went up Shawn’s spine. He’d known this was coming.

“You could say that,” Fletcher replied carefully. It was probably a scam. Why order them such high octane booze if it wasn’t a scam?

The German in the hat seemed to pick up on the boys’ suspicions. He held his hands up. “You do not trust me. Fair. You only just met me.” He laughed. “Very fair. Very Fair. Smart too.” He laughed again and waved to catch the bartender’s attention. “Dear Nathan, anozer scotch please?”

The bartender nodded.

“You are smart boys. I tell you this to start. I vill not ask you for money. Okay? No money. Promise.”

“Good. Because we don’t fucking have any,” Fletcher replied.

“Vould you like to?” the man asked. He pushed up his sleeve, revealing the gold watch, then slid his hand into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a stack of bills. An actual bank stack of hundreds, the crisp band of paper still wrapped around it. He tore off the paper band and let it fall to the floor. Then he fanned the wad open, pulled a large section of bills off, and stuck it back in his pocket. He held the rest out to them.

“Zis here? Sixteen hundred, more or less. Zis solves some of your cash problems?”

Fletcher glanced at Shawn quickly, then back to the German with the golden watch and the pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills. “Almost.”

Shawn held in a sigh. A helpful rich stranger appears out of nowhere, and Fletcher thought he was going to play him. Typical.

The man smiled, sipped his scotch, and winked at the both of them before he stuck his hand back into his pocket and pulled out two more hundred dollar bills, settling them onto the already decent sized stack like frosting on a cake. “Yah?”

Shawn was actually salivating looking at that much money all in one place. A little movie was playing in his head and he was ashamed to admit it was a movie of him luring the old guy outside, clubbing him over the head, and taking the whole wad.

“I think ‘yah’,” Fletcher answered. “What do we have to do for it and how illegal is it?”

Fritz laughed. “Illegal? No, no, not illegal. All above board. Paperwork. Regulation. Contracts. A job. Good pay.”

Shawn looked at the sophisticated older man again. The cut of his suit. The gold and pearl cuff links. Carrying around ten grand in cash with seventeen hundred dollars sitting out in front of him in a crowded bar like it was nothing more than a tip.

“What kind of job?” Fletcher asked.

Fritz shrugged. “I own a website. It does quite well. I’m always looking for new content.”

“Like what? Writing? Coding?” Fletcher perked up. “I’ve got web design experience.”

“Good to know,” Fritz smiled at them gently. “But currently I’m in the market for performers.”

He pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and set it on the bar. He slid it toward them. Fletcher leaned forward, peering down at the phone for a moment before his eyes went cartoonishly wide. He snapped his head up and looked around them, then hunched forward, as though trying to keep anyone else from seeing. Shawn slid off his barstool and leaned over Fletcher’s shoulder.

The display showed a big, high definition picture of two naked young men on a leather sofa, one a red head, the other a brunette. The red head was sitting on the couch, legs braced against a glass and wire coffee table. The brunette was straddling him, clinging to the back of the couch and lowering his body down onto the redhead’s huge cock. Judging by his face he found the feeling of the redhead’s cock sliding into his ass shocking and painful.

“Umm… whoa,” Fletcher said, swiping down to the next picture. This one featured two different young men. Both blond, one muscular, the other slender and tattooed. The muscular guy was sitting on an ottoman on an apartment balcony, centered between two huge potted ferns. Buildings were visible in the background. After the moment it took Shawn’s eyes to move from the naked men to the background, he realized it was the Minneapolis skyline, from an angle he recognized. This had been shot from one of the luxury condos in the warehouse district on the other side of downtown. A neighborhood maybe fifteen minutes away from his and Fletcher’s. The tattooed guy was kneeling between the muscular guy’s feet, his inked hands spread over the other man’s creamy white thighs, his mouth open and ready to take the man’s cock.

“Umm,” Shawn finally managed. “We… we aren’t gay.”

Fritz’s calm smile got a little bit bigger. “Oh. Are you not?” He slid his hand back into his jacket and pulled out the wad of cash.

“Zat’s very popular. Straight amateurs. Vould zis be your first time experiencing sex viz a man?”

“I’ve never…” Fletcher started. “With a guy, no.”

Fritz nodded and looked to Shawn.

“No, never,” Shawn said immediately.

Fritz shrugged and dealt six more hundred dollar bills onto the stack on the bar. “Ve have reached two zousand four hundred dollars, gentlemen. Does this solve your problem?”

Fletcher looked up at Shawn. Shawn shook his head. Fletcher scrolled down to another picture, this one depicting two tanned brunette guys, one on his hands and knees, legs spread. His whole face was clenched up, his eyes shut, his mouth open but puckering forward. His cheeks were red. There was something blue splattered all over his back. His hands were cuffed together with thick leather bracelets. The other guy was behind him, fucking him. The second man was wearing a leather harness.

The German reached across the counter, picked up his phone, and looked at the screen. “Zat’s a specialty line. Not on zer table tonight.” He pressed a few more buttons and put the phone back in his pocket. “I can give you some time to discuss this.”

“Yeah, that would be great,” Fletcher said.

“Ten minutes,” the German suggested.

“Fifteen?” Shawn asked.

The German picked up the little stack of bills and tucked them back into his pocket. “Ten.”

[lover4st]

you should one where steve gets with reader (who’s a writer) and he’s trying to get them to go to sleep with him because it’s 3am

🦂 scrapoins >>>>

i see what you are doin @inaramisview

🦂 scrapoins for ever>>>>> 

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The woman ignoring her fellow classmates, she was embarrassed. After all, she did just get rejected by the nerdiest boy in her school. Getting rejected was already embarrassing, but the dude no one likes confessing to her that he doesn’t even like her. Who wants her then?

You were just getting to your favorite part of the story you were writing. This was the climax, and it was going towards the falling action. You wanted to finish it now. I mean, you did so much writing tonight, so why not a little more? 

There was a sound from the right side of you. It sounded like a cup hitting the table you were situated at. You turned your head to get a quick glance at the hot chocolate that was placed. This was when you realized how tired you actually felt. 

It’s never something you notice until you aren’t focused on the task at hand that has taken you so long. The aching in your eyes made you want to reach up to rub your eyes to shake it off and try to continue writing. Until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your neck and drag down loosely and a head was nuzzled onto your own. 

“Hey babes. Whatcha’ doin’ still up? You need to get some sleepy time you lose leaf.” It was Steve, of course. Who else would be roaming around your house at 3am? 

“I’m writin’ me story,” nothing ever really makes sense when you’re tired. You finally reached up to rub your eyes and see how many grammatical and spelling errors on the screen.

“There is always tomorrow, love. This isn’t healthy.” You knew it wasn’t healthy. But you already had a drive to finish it. And it was sometimes rare to get it back. So, you need to jot down everything that just came to your mind. You don’t want to forget it. These thoughts are never going to go back to your mind.

“No,” you tried to move your hands back to your keyboard and try to do the same as your character you are writing about. Ignore people. 

“Nuh uh.” Steve turned around your chair and picked you up by your waist. You wanted to fight back so bad, but you were so tired you couldn't. Going limp in your boyfriend's arms. It felt so comfortable for some reason that your eyes immediately fell to submission from your body telling you that you were indeed exhausted. 

Before you knew it, nothing was going on. You felt yourself being placed on a pillow like surface with something propping your head up. Something was draped over your body, and you felt Steve’s chapped lips on your forehead before you heard your last thing for the night.

“Nighty night owl.”

[lover4st]

cold winters; steve harrington

Word Count:1,897

Warnings: cursing, rude names, and i think that’s it

title says the gist of it

I AM SORRY BUT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS GIF!

IT HAS MY HEART

IM SORRY I FEEL LIKE THIS IS SUCH A TRASH STORY

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“Steven Harrington, hurry up!” He has promised to take you somewhere that he thought you would like, and you were excited. At first.

Until you went outside realizing how cold it was. You thought Steve was behind you, but once you made it to the car, he was gone. Waiting at the doorstep was cooler since you weren’t stepping in cold grass. You were just standing on your tiny porch. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I was looking for your gloves.” He slipped them on your hands with utmost care, carefully getting each finger in the right spot without tugging your hand hard.

"It's fine. 'Just wish you told me so I didn't have to wait out here," sighing a lot louder than necessary so Steve would look down in your eyes again instead of looking at both of your guy’s hands, "all alone." You did your best puppy dog eyes and had your saddest pout. It was blatantly obvious you were joking now.

It is always fun to joke around with your boyfriend, it's something you have never gotten bored of, and you don't think you ever will. Another reason to love it is just how he looks at you.

Well, not really.

It is his eyes. They are extraordinarily beautiful and intricate.

And his small little smirk. He always looks so beautiful. Screw all of your posters and stuff on your walls. You would place pictures and paintings of him in their place. 

“Okay, enough funny business.” He said with a little laugh, “we need to go, I’m way too excited to take you to mess around any longer.” He finally set your arms down and wrapped his own around your waist. It always left nice. You linked and matched perfectly into his side. It’s like you are one of those friendship necklaces that always connect magnificently. 

Steve was a dream boat. Well, now he is. Everyone knows he was a complete asshat in high school.

But he is absolutely perfect now.

He plans amazing dates, which makes you even more excited for this one.

It was always a dream to recall any of them you had with him. 

Especially...

When you woke up in a moving car, you got absolutely freaked out. You thought you were abducted. Who wouldn’t think that if you woke up in a car you weren’t in before? 

The night before you had gone to sleep, you were cuddled up, skin-to-skin, with Steve (he always thought it was more intimate that way). It was such a peaceful night, going to sleep with a movie Steve picked out the day before. Your head was on his chest, his heartbeat was drifting you to sleep. A faint mumble was heard above your head, “tomorrow is going to be one hell of a ride.” There was a little snicker, “literally.”

Could that have been what was going on right now? You squinted your eyes, as small as you could, so you could try to get a look on who was driving. You had to move your head to the right, so they might be convinced you are awake if you don’t do it subtly.

Turning very slowly you see, 

Steve.

That bastard.

Had you scared half to death that you were about to be gone and never to be seen again. 

He turned his head a slight bit and made eye contact with you.

“Good morning sleepy head. You were completely knocked out. Like a pliable dolly.” You finally felt like you were able to move, since you know it was the man you love and trust the most. You looked him over once. He was wearing an outfit like he was about to go out for an adventure. 

He was wearing a pink button shirt that was buttoned until the top 3. You never knew he had this shirt. It must have been new. Well, he for sure needs to wear it often. He was wearing khakis, which was always somewhat of a surprise. Steve was never known for ever wearing them. 

He looked so pretty. Adorable even.

“Are you zoning out, you are just staring at me dolly.” He waved his hand in your face a little bit. 

“Sorry, I just got a little distracted.” How wouldn’t you? “Um, what are we doing?” You dug the heel of your palm into your eyes so you could somewhat wake yourself up.

“We are going around a little bit today. I want to outdo all our other dates, and have one with pure adventure, smiles, and happiness. And this one will last the entire day.” You looked around the car a little more, there was some stuff in the backseat. You could see some blankets and towels, a few changes of clothes for both of you, some snackies and food, and your polaroid camera. “I hope I brought all the necessary equipment for you. Thought we could make some memories.”

Wow, how addicted you can be to a man you have only spent a few months with.

“We are almost at our first actual destination.” Where could you be going? All you see are trees at the moment. Until the true beauty was shown to you. 

It was water, a lake. 

But it was cut off abruptly with a wall of stone at the end.

It was a dam?

“This is Brookville Lake Dam; we can’t go swimming in it, but I just thought it would be nice to look at.” It is for sure a change of scenery for you both. Stuck in Hawkins, you don’t really see things like this.

He kept on taking peeks at you to try to see more of your reaction. 

“It’s grand.” Spectacular. Wishing there would be more trips like this in your future. Maybe even more far away from your hometown.

“I’m glad you like it, if it makes you happy, it was definitely worth the trouble.” 

“What trouble?” He went silent.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” He took your hand and held it right next to the gear shift. 

The rest of that day was filled with photos and kisses. And of course, memories.

Best

day

ever...

Now both of you were sitting in the same exact way again, hands held next to the gear shift. Off on another adventure.

Another one that you don’t know what to expect. But you were never scared with Steve. He always has your best interests in mind. He always makes sure you are on board with everything he does. But he still has his surprises.

You are going down a road that you don’t think you have ever been on. It’s not recognizable. You don’t remember it. You have picked up the map of Hawkins tons of times to get to where you want to go. But you don’t think you have ever seen this one on it.

It’s pretty secluded. On a road with the only thing really in view, are the trees you are passing by. It makes you more excited than anything. New road, new place. New memories. Steve is singing to one of his favorite songs while using your entwined hands as his microphone. While you are dozing off to the type of calm and relaxation that you have never felt, except when you were with him.

Your darling boy, 

Steve. 

There is now a tiny place in view far up ahead. You hadn’t seen anything for a while so maybe this is the place he wanted to take you. You couldn’t see the sign; it might be hidden behind some trees. The place has gotten closer and closer before you were pulling up. Ah, you were right.

“Alright dolly, we’re here. Don’t get out of the car.” He always does this. He goes around the car as fast as he can to open the door and pick up instead of letting you walk out like a normal person. You can’t remember a time he hasn’t picked you up while getting out of the car. And he never let’s go until he is at the place he wants to set you down. “So, I heard this place was opening up so I thought we could get our first experience with each other.”

You finally got a look at the sign, ‘Starshine bakery.’ Why would this place get this name? You’ll find out later.

“Of course, Har. Let’s go inside. It’s freezing.” He continued to carry to the door before he set you down so you could see it for yourself. 

You know why it had that name now. It had stars on the roof. Glow in the dark stars. That was one of the only sources of light in the room. There were a few shiny lights pointed to the roof. The lights were reflecting off of it so you could somewhat see.

Steve started walking away to go to a counter. You pitifully followed behind him like a lost puppy, dragging your feet while still looking around. 

Once you got to him you latched onto his arm. He gave you a little laugh.

“Aww, aren’t you a little pretty thing.” Your face flushed and you hid your face in his bicep, “and shy. Such a cutie.” You noticed he started walking back up to order at this strange place. “May we get 2 hot chocolates, one peppermint and one original. And a croissant,” you looked back up at him and he whispered in your ear. “Don’t worry you get to choose which one you want when we get ‘em. Oo, add an Original Jupiter cookie too.”

Steve pulled you with him to wait for your drinks and food. He made you unhook yourself from his arm so you could hug each other. He loves PDA, it’s one of his favorite things. He’s not ashamed of it. To him, it’s a gift to be able to kiss you whenever he wants, wherever he wants. And he does it all the time. He would love to make this moment longer but before you know it, his name is getting called. Your order is ready.

While he goes to get the stuff, you go pick a nice little spot by the tinted windows. You take of your jacket and put it on your seat and wait for Steve to get back. He comes rushing over with the food and places it down. You are staring at him with such aw, but he is looking at something else. He’s looking out the window. What is he looking at?

You turn to try to get a peek at what he is seeing, and you understand it.

It’s snowing. It doesn’t snow that often here. But it’s still special since it’s your first snow with him. 

“It’s beautiful.”

“Well luckily for you, I have your camera in my backseat. And I need you to make some snow angels darling.”

“But Stevie, we just got our stuff.”

“Well too bad, it can wait.” Steve grabbed you and hoisted you up and carried you outside again. You were freezing since he didn’t give you enough time to grab your jacket. 

“Ah, it’s cold.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.” He runs and launches both of you at the same time, together at the ground. The air is filled with your laughs, hot breaths, and snow.

“You are my future Stefano Harrington.”

“As you are mine dolly.”

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key | agere - sfw regression | a - angst | ddlg - sexual ddlg | f - fluff | h/c - hurt/comfort | mf - medfet elements | n - non/dubcon or dark elements | s - smut |

series.

ever green, evermore | loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

fics.

clear blue water | n, ddlg, s | kinkmas 2023 | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: watersports

flamingo pink | ddlg, s | kinkmas 2023 | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader | prompt: pet play

for june | a, h/c | whumptember 2022 | fiance!ari levinson x reader | prompt: grief

mess of a lesson | n, ddlg, s | august '23 blurb night | soft!dark!daddies!jake jensen and ari levinson x little!reader | you refused to go before you left, and now you must pay the price.

you all over me | n, ddlg, s | kinkmas 2023 | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: double penetration

blurbs.

afraid of storms | agere, h/c | whumptember 2022 | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader

baby duck | agere, f | june ‘23 blurb night | ari's little ducky needs help drying off.

delicate | ddlg, s | kinkmas 2023 | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: virgin

false god | ddlg, s | june ‘23 blurb night | you might just get away with it, the alter is your hips. he'll worship this love.

silent sins | n, s | june ‘23 blurb night | your dad's hot friend does unspeakable things to you on your parents' couch.

stay all night | agere, h/c | june ‘23 blurb night | ari knows exactly why you're anxious to fall asleep.

headcanons.

whumptember 2022 | cold | holding hands | sitting on lap | being protected

kinktober 2022 | first orgasm | size kink | dad's best friend | ropes

jan '23 blurb night | camp nurse

april '23 blurb night | oral and overstimulation

5k headcanon party | struggling to ride

puffy clit club | staches and beards | oral and overstimulation

kinkmas 2023 | harness | fucking machine | exhibitionism + piercing

other | alpha!ari sexual dysfunction specialist