#steve harrington daydream

[ghostlyfleur]

thinking about steve protecting his gf's honor. protective!steve owns all of me

requested by @softherveauxs at my old blog

he’s so overprotective!!!!!!!!!!

your stevie would always have an arm around you or a hand on you— your waist, intertwined with yours, on the back of your neck, gripping your belt hoops… but on the off, very rare, chance that he stepped away for a single fucking second to get you a drink? or to pick up your order? or to go to the bathroom? maybe someone walks up to his sweet girl. maybe… you went to the bathroom “it’s right over there, sweets, i’ll be here” and a fucking dickhead slightly cornered you as you stepped out… your stevie notices immediately ‘cause he kept his eye on the direction of the bathroom obviously, and he speed-walks towards you, quick to stand taller, eyes sharp and intense, squaring up his shoulders and gripping your waist, pulling you a bit behind him so you’re safe and hidden

“do we have a problem here?”

“touch my girl without her consent again, see what happens”

“you might want to walk the fuck away. right now”

and steve knows his angel, his girl, knows she starts shaking and her heart races and her breathing quickens, ‘cause she’s shy and anxious and definitely more than a bit scared of men, even more so because of her anxiety that renders her speechless and motionless sometimes, so steve’s overprotectiveness, the constant touching, the hands always gripping her and squeezing her reassuringly? they’re a comfort and her stevie is her safe space, she knows he’ll always save her

“anyone ever makes you feel uncomfortable, or scared, you either scream my name or you run right to me, understand? i’ll always be close by. i promise”

your stevie is your protector and he takes that job very seriously.

[citrusandrottefruit]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

TW: Chronically ill Steve

In a world where Hanahaki is a rare autoimmune disease that is triggered by long periods of emotional distress. There is no cure, it lasts a lifetime and makes the person very susceptible to infections and can cause cardiopulmonary problems, organ lacerations, pulmonary fibrosis, liver fibrosis, esophageal varices, thrombosis, etc. In short, a disease with several complications.

Although these complications can be treated, Hanahaki itself only has palliative care and symptom control.

Steve's mother developed it when he was just 5 years old. Even though he was very young, he remembers seeing his mother coughing up blood, he remembers seeing an x-ray that showed something that looked very much like twisted roots in her chest. He remembers how she spent days in the hospital and how his father became much kinder after that. They took a trip to the coast at the time and his mother got better.

So she got worse and better and worse. She never seemed to get well enough, but they found a good treatment that made the roots dissolve and vomit them out. There was only one time when she got bad enough that the doctors had to open her chest and remove the roots.

His father was out of the country when it happened, and he didn't even have time to get back before Mrs. Harrington gave up on staying in Hawkins and decided to travel with her husband.

Steve stayed. At age 9, he wasn't sure who had triggered this disease in his mother: him or his father. But he knew he had to be a good boy, because once the disease was active, anything could make it worse.

So he never complained. Not when he started getting tired, not when his chest started hurting, not when he got a lump in his throat, not when he started having trouble breathing.

His parents only found out when he ended up in the hospital. So he started the same treatment as his mother, who stayed by his side for almost half a year before traveling again. His father stayed home more, too, and when he was away, he would call three days a week, but eventually he stopped caring, as he always did.

Growing up with Hanahaki was tough, but Steve managed. He took his medications religiously, keeping the disease at bay. When it took hold, Steve would take a cocktail of medications that made him weak and nauseous, but helped control the Hanahaki. When things got really bad, he would spend a night or two in the hospital, having whatever was compressing his chest sucked out.

He'd needed surgery to remove the worst of the tangle a few weeks after he'd found out about the Upside Down. Because he'd lost Tommy and Carol, because he was lonely, because things between him and Nancy were weird, because Jonathan might be better for her than Steve. Because his parents hadn't shown up, even though they knew he'd been in a fight and needed medical attention.

(He shouldn't have been surprised. His parents knew he was always in the hospital, of course they wouldn't notice this incident amidst a pile of medical bills. Steve realized they probably didn't even check what they were paying for. Like they only cared enough to keep him alive, nothing more.)

It was an easy surgery. His organs weren't collapsing, there wasn't much scar tissue, the medication had dissolved some of the roots… It was just the deepest parts that were still there. Steve could have lived with them, but he preferred to be safe than to risk letting them dig deeper into his chest.

They were only in the hospital for four days and Nancy showed up for two of them, even though Steve hadn't even told her the truth. He didn't even bother to make up some silly accident and a lacerated lung after he had already had surgery. Probably if she hadn't been so wrapped up in finding out what happened to Barbara and dealing with her own traumas, she would have realized the truth.

He didn't want her to know, but he was sad when she didn't ask him.

When Nancy told him their relationship was bullshit, he went home and inhaled so much scar-dissolving medicine (which Steve swore he could feel forming on his chest) that he passed out. He didn't regret it, because he woke up the next morning fine, if a little groggy, and convinced that maybe she didn't mean it.

After fighting the demodogs, he felt light, because he barely knew those kids, but he felt more liked than he had in a long time. So, okay, he thought he might die when Nancy left with Jonathan, but he was medicated and the kids… He had to protect them. Maybe his body knew that, maybe one feeling overrode the other, maybe that toxic air from the tunnels had killed the roots better than any treatment could have done. It didn't matter why, it just mattered that he hadn't needed surgery this time.

Lots of medication, frequent trips to the hospital, some aspirations, sure, but he was fine.

“If it weren’t for Hanahaki, you could get a sports scholarship,” the coach had said. That revelation played over and over in Steve’s mind for weeks, like the promise of a future he would never have. So instead of college, he went to Scoops Ahoy.

The first person to learn about the disease was Robin, weeks after the mall fire, when he ended up in the hospital again and needed another surgery. It was torture, he said, that was impossible to forget. And his parents still hadn’t come back. Billy and Hopper’s deaths… There was so much going on and he was so overwhelmed, but it wouldn’t happen again, so she didn’t need to worry. It was an exceptional situation.

After that, Robin was everything he never realized he needed. It was a little suffocating, but it felt so good to feel suffocated by love for the first time in his life.

He would never be completely well, but with Robin and the kids… It was easier. He was happy.

Eddie Munson, who had never interacted with him, caused some attacks when he became such a big part of Dustin, Lucas, and Mike's lives. Especially Dustin, who seemed different at times. Steve resented Eddie.

That all changed when they actually met, after all the Vecna ​​scare.

For a moment during those days, Steve thought he might end up getting involved with Nancy again, and he hated himself for it. Because it always felt like there was something unfinished between them, but he didn't want to get back together, because they were never good together and she just seemed confused. In '83, she had leaned on Jonathan and ended up with Steve for a miserable year, in '84 they only broke up after she and Jonathan were already together. In '85, she had been through the worst with Jonathan again, so it was okay, but in '86, with Steve being the only one around, she seemed torn between them again. Like Steve only mattered because the gates were open and Jonathan wasn't around.

They couldn’t be together again, so he got the closure he wanted, telling her about how he had dreamed of a future with her, but that wasn’t what he needed anymore.

It was like healing a little bit.

In addition to Nancy, he also thought a lot about Eddie Munson, who was great with the kids, funny, a little goofy, and much more human than he seemed when he walked around the cafeteria tables. Who walked beside him through literal hell, showered him with compliments, eased worries Steve hadn’t even told him he had, who encouraged him to pursue love.

Who could blame him for falling in love?

[hungharrington]

Honestly this was SO GOOD because it’s like…. It’s so so true that Steve wants to get married. Like I feel it in my bones that even if his partner is okay with marrying, even if it’s with the girliest girl around, he is the one that spends days and days daydreaming about the wedding, about getting married, about a big house with a garden for the kids. I think once he finds his happiness he’s just so in love with love

sorry i’m so late to answering this! but ur so absolutely correct!

he’s the one who if you thumb through his notebook or schoolbooks he has your initials written on every page in a heart :’) like a lovesick puppy fr! like he never got what his friend’s dad meant when he used to say ‘the ol’ ball and chain’ referring to their wives or why tommy used to slag off about how carol wanted to spend sooo much time with him and didn’t respect boys time because he’s. straight up not wired that way. he’s like the love of my life? are you kidding me i’d blow off any plans to hangout with them - half of your makeouts that lead to something more intimate start when steve starts absentmindedly talking about how the place would look if you guys lived here together, your things mixed with his- and if you had a dog, what kinda of gate you would have to put in to keep it from getting out and also ofc it’s an investment for if you ever wanted to have a child but really if you did, you should move to a better house with a nice garden to have so much space and you interrupt his rambling to be like, “steve… do you just, like, daydream and plot our future out?” and he gazes up at you, honey eyed and with a dopey smile, like, “yeah? don’t you?” he’s so loverboy and he doesn’t even realise not everyone is that obsessed with love as he is 😭

[bigdumbbambieyes]

"Do you ever think of me?"

The question is mumbled into the skin of his neck, where Steve's mouth is pressed.

Billy had thought Steve had fallen asleep, but. Surprise, surprise.

And it's honestly such a stupid question that he considers not answering it at all.

But, he knows better.

"Always," he murmurs, turning his head to press a sweet little kiss to Steve's forehead.

"You promise?" Steve whispers, his voice quiet and small, insecure. He gets like that, sometimes. Not as much as Billy, though.

"Cross my heart," he replies just as quietly, pressing another kiss to the bridge of Steve's nose, soothing him.

It works, if the soft little happy noise his boyfriend makes speaks for anything.

"Love doing this with you," Steve murmurs as he lifts his head, his face finally peering out from its hiding place and Billy can see that pretty face in the dark of their room.

He would know Steve's soul in the dark, just like this.

"You love doing nothing?" Billy smirks.

Steve nods, "With you."

It's so disgustingly sweet, it could almost make Billy sick.

What makes him feel worse is that he's been thinking the same thing for a while now.

Just laying here, in their bed, cuddled up and breathing has Billy beyond happy. It's peace. It's love. It's his.

It's theirs.

"Yeah," Billy whispers, turning onto his side to cup Steve's face in the dark, his lips finding that wide Cupid's bow far too easily, their noses gently bumping as he murmurs into his boyfriend's mouth, "Love doing nothing with you, too."

[ohwowimlonley]

sugar daddy steve being so nervous to give you the first big present bc he’s scared you won’t like it and r! is just like omfg i love you like what the fuck i’m literally in love with you i’m gonna give you 12 billion kisses on your face rn

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“Look if you dont like it, you can just have the money instead, it’s really not a big deal,” he reiterrates, mumbling to himself, “it’s stupid anyways, don’t even know why I did it,”

“Stevie, just let me see!” You preen, doing your best inspection of the gift bag in Steve’s hands as you bounce about on the balls of your feet, your body buzzing with excitement, “you always give the best gifts!”

He blushes a deep red and holds the bag out towards you, refusing to make eye contact as you open it up and gasp at the contents.

“STEVE!” This time your voice is somehow even higher in pitch, and you launch yourself at him, squeezing him with your thighs and arms, forcing him to hold you up in his strong arms.

“You like it then?” He grins, securing his muscled arms around your waist and walking you over to his bed.

“Like it?” You roll your eyes playfully, letting out a loud ‘oof’ as he flops the both of you onto his bed, “I love it! You’re the best boyfriend in the whole wide world!”

You hold his face in between your hands, squishing his cheeks so his lips form a pout and smooching every available sliver of skin made available to you, not stopping when he starts protesting, not even when he begins digging his fingers into your most ticklish places. You just continue loving on him, through your gleeful laughter.

[moremaybank]

thoughts on stevie and thigh riding?? he would be sooooo sweet and degrading lorddddd i need him

i need him in EMBARRASSING ways

"Want your cock, Stevie," you whined. "P-Please."

He chuckled, nodding at you with a playful pout as he held onto your hips. He dragged you back and forth, helping you ride his strong thigh and watching as you whimpered above him. "Yeah, know you do, honey. Bet you want it real bad. But not yet."

You let out a groan as your pussy clenched around nothing. The emptiness inside of you gave you an itch that you couldn't scratch, not without his help.

He slapped your tit, earning a yelp from you when he pinched your nipple tightly. "No whining. Behave or you won't get to cum at all."

"N-No, please. I want it," you begged. You moved faster, gyrating your hips with more forceful actions.

"Look at you. So needy and pathetic for my cock, you'll do anything I say, right? Perfect 'lil slut."

His goading words made you throb, your cunt growing more sensitive and making your pleasure skyrocket. Every rut of your hips against the rough material of his jeans got you closer to your release, and your cries grew louder.

Steve smiled up at you, watching your eyes clench shut as your hands squeezed his shoulders. He could feel you pulsating, squeezing, and he grabbed you, forcing you to stop. You mewled, mourning the loss of your orgasm as your eyes opened. His wicked smile told you all you needed to know; you weren't going to get your way for a while.

"Steve-"

"Ah, ah," he tutted, pressing his index finger to your lips. "No complaints, baby. You know who's in charge here. If you wanna cum, you're gonna do exactly as I say."

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[sashaforthewin]

Okay, so I was looking up song facts for a fic and accidentally found this

So the song Toy Soldiers by Martika and Master of Puppets by Metallica are the pop and metal versions of similar ideas. Just saying, Steve Harrington would love this song and him and Eddie would have some rousing debate over which is more meaningful

[lioniheart]

The first thing he notices are the curtains. They’re black, assumably thick, big curtains, and definitely not the shitty, white and blue ones he owns. The second is that his head is pounding in his ears. Third, he’s naked. Fourth, someone’s singing in the shower.

Or: It’s January 1st, 2023, and Steve has no idea what happened last night.

Or, or: Steve gets blacked out drunk at a fancy party Robin’s girlfriend invited them too, wakes up in local rockstar Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s bedroom and freaks the fuck out.

[lostinsaltburn]

Stop the Clock - A03

It felt comforting to think about that, to think about the future as a few milestones that needed to be checked off and then he’d be rewarded with the happily ever after, at least that’s what he’d been promised since he was old enough to understand language. He was just a few milestones away now, a few years tops and then he could comfortably relax into his forever and never have to worry about this shit again. Never have to repeat on loop stupid meaningless interaction with Eddie an ponder over why the guy didn’t like him.  He stared into the mirror, his hair was perfect. A few more spritz of hairspray and some cologne and he was good to go. As he walked down the stairs he had a brief moment of pain when he realised  his parents were gone again, the house was empty again, no one was there to wish him luck, to kiss his cheek and tell him he looked handsome. It’s not like Steve lived in a fantasy land, in an alternate reality where his parents were always home and loved him. It’s just when he got caught up in excitement, the disappointment hit that much harder when there was no one to share it with.  Sometimes alone in his car he would have a fake conversation with his mum, pretend she was there with him, pretend she’d say all these nice, reassuring, sweet and loving things he’s heard Dustin’s mum say to him. It was only when he was alone though that he’d allow himself to indulge in his dreamland. It often got him too sad when he had to return to reality. So he knew as he got in his car and the dreamland started up that he had to shut it down. It was too jarring to go from such euphoric happiness in his dreams and crash back to reality. He felt like an addict somedays, when it all got a bit too painful and he’d lay in his bed, eyes closed and live in his dreams. The comedown, the slow rise back from the crash into reality was always painful, too painful, so painful he’d cry in the shower for hours while his sobbing echoed through the empty house.

[ghostlyfleur]

lazy days spent in bed with your stevie.

soft, slow mornings in between cozy blankets, sunlight bathing the room in warmth, in your pajamas while you run your hands over the other’s body. deciding to bring sharpies and pens and paint and brushes with you so you can mark each other up, turn your lover into art. making up little drawings with your boy’s moles and freckles like connect-the-dots and coloring them in. you two enjoy having these “painting dates” in which either steve’s shirtless laying in bed with his head resting on his forearms and you straddling his thighs so you can paint his back — usually you paint the sky during sunset or sunrise, rainbows or more often than not a starry night — “‘cause you’re made up of stardust, stevie”… or your boy drawing stars on your arms, making little hearts in sharpie over any moles or red dots that cover your skin, “you’re everything i love, honey” as he writes his name and yours surrounded by a heart like he’s carving your love into a tree trunk forever.

he’d love it when you draw constellations on his back so much, would get all bashful and blushy— stevie loves to be doted on by his sweet girl (and you make him feel so beautiful all the time it’s insane) (stevie’s girl would def praise him and compliment him and swoon over him and it’d raise his confidence again ‘cause now he’s so sure he’s going to be so loved by his baby for the rest of his life)

[eddiesghxst]

rach HELP i am in such a bad harrington moment it’s so bad i need help i need his dick i need him wrapped around my finger i need a ring

🫶

fren, ur so real for this.

he is everything i want in a man and more. he is my husband. he is my wife. he’s my girlfriend and my boyfriend. he’s literally just a sweet, big dick, cuddly, kiss greedy, loving bf that wants nothing more than to please his person and make sure they have everything they want.

he is the blueprint.

[harmonictechnicality]

At karaoke, Steve pulls Eddie up on stage to serenade him. He gives this really mushy (albeit tipsy) speech about how this song really captures his love for Eddie and how the lyrics deeply touch his soul.

Steve then proceeds to sing Judas by Lady Gaga.

[desolateyears]

if I can't have my dream first date during cuffing season then I guess I'll write steddie having it. I'm talking gingerbread houses first date, giving each other shit for how messy they get, laughing at the sad frosting dripping down the sides, how one of them keeps having to redo the foundation bc the walls won't fuckin stay up, stealing each others candy and eating it, sipping on hot coco while asking each other first date questions. one being better at it than the other so they have to help w the icing. killing each other's gingerbread men. shyly leaning onto each other while watching one of them decorate. holding hands before one of them has to go home with the snow outside. you know..just some stuff like that.

[loveshotzz]

Thinking about winter!airwiy!steve again…

[ohwowimlonley]

Sugardaddy!steve has both a mommy kink and a daddy kink idc idc

He’s always buying you things, taking care of you so well like a good daddy almost all the time. But as soon as you get into the bedroom? Oh, it’s a whole ‘nother story. He’s still giving you everything you can, lapping at your cunt with everything he’s got, drinking down all of your juices.

You calm him down, lay him on his back on the bed, shush him ever so gently as you seat yourself on his cock, taking care of him like he does for you. He’ll whimper, whine out as you ride him.

“Mommy,” his voice comes out a soft warble, soft fingers gripping at the plush skin of your hips, your thighs, your stomach, anything he can get ahold of. He tries his hardest to keep his eyes open, to keep his eyes trained on your tits as they bounce up and down with each thrust.

“I know, daddy, I know,” you would reassure, smoothing a kiss to the crown of his head and smiling as his volume increases with the nickname, “I’ve got you, mommy’s got you,”

[moremaybank]

can u give us a Steve thot 😝

i'm in a sub!steve mood so here we go <3 i also haven't written for steve in a really long time so my bad if i'm rusty (18+, mdni)

Your hand is wrapped firmly around the girth of Steve's cock. You've been stroking him for almost an hour without letting him cum, enjoying the way his hips jerk and how he writhes around beneath you as you deny him of what he really wants.

"Mm, so pretty, Stevie," you whisper in his ear, praising him and nearly sending him into a coma.

His cock is angry and red, with copious amounts of his pre-cum continuously oozing out from his tip. It's begging for release as it twitches in your hold.

"I can feel how bad you wanna cum. You gonna beg me for it?"

Steve nods furiously, unable to muster of the strength to do anything else. His eyes are screwed shut so hard he thinks they'll pop. His hair's beyond messy, some front strands sticking to his sweat-ridden forehead. His mouth is wide open, practically drooling as he lets you have complete control over him.

"Words, baby. need to hear it," you coo softly. "Be a good boy for me, i know you can do it."

He's so sensitive, that when your thumb swipes over his slit, he cries out.

"P-Please, honey. Let me cum. I-I need it," he stutters out with a shaky voice.

"Yeah? How bad?"

You give him a squeeze, and his legs squirm around like he can't take it anymore.

"Christ, so f-fucking bad, sweetheart."

You climb off his lap and sink to your knees in front of him. You begin to stroke him harder, faster, as you reward him for being so good for you.

A string of curse words and broken cries tumble past his lips, only growing louder when you tease his balls with the seam of your lips.

They're so tight that you can tell he's about to burst.

You take turns as you bring each one into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around on them. You look up at his gorgeous face through your lashes, watching his head fall back. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, so he braces them on either side of his chair, gripping the wood so hard that his knuckles turn white.

"Shit, honey. I'm gonna— Oh, fuck."

His release shoots out of him, coating your fist and his abdomen in white. Tears are slipping down his heated and reddened cheeks and his body is trembling as he cums, and cums, and cums. You don't let up. Instead, you keep up your efforts to watch him ride his high out for as long as he can.

His body goes limp in his seat, and he pants as you lick your fingers clean and move onto his stomach. The salty goodness is addicting, and you only crave for more.

"Good job, Stevie," you smile as you rise back onto your feet. You press a soft, wet kiss to his lips, and you taste his tears. "Now I want you to do it all over again."

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