#steve headcanon

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲

→ premise: your sweet boy gets so worked up when he gets his hands on you he cant help it. wanting to take things slower you’ve come up with a little plan to draw things out and have a little fun.

→ pairing: sub!steve harrington x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, dry humping, handcuffs, nicknames [sweet boy (for steve), baby, babe], very small praise kink (is said once)

→ a/n: kinktober 02

Steve had a bit of an issue, he tended to get a bit too excited. Getting lost in the moment, the feeling of your hands on him and your gentle voice telling him how good he feels. He doesn't per say finish too soon, he is however not able to slow himself down long enough to prolong the blissful feeling. All whiny and needy begging you to let him cum after around only 10 or so minutes in.

You had come up with a sneaky little plan to tease your lovely boyfriend and slow him down a bit. That was how he ended up spread out, nearly completely exposed besides his boxers still on, on your bed. Steve’s face was all flushed and his eyes glazed over as you watched him squirm against the restraints holding his arms up and to the headboard of your bed. It was always easy to tell when Steve was sinking into a more submissive headspace by the way he looked at you. Eyes heavy and lidded just begging for you to touch him.

“Baby mhm~ please touch me, i missed you all damn day” he whined and lightly bucked his hips as his wrists tugged at the silver handcuffs. His cock was steadily growing harder by the second, he swore he was already half hard when he came home. You had told him you had a little surprise for him when he got off work and he was nowhere near expecting this. Your hand was softly brushing up his calf to his thigh, raking your nails over the skin. “Sweet boy you’ve gotta be more patient, i just wanna test a little something” you explain gently, honey dripped from your words as you teased Steve. The softness of your voice coupled with your teasing feather light touch were getting him worked up already. He was so lost up in his own head falling deeper into sub space that he nearly missed you starting to tug your shirt off your body.

Sensually and almost painfully slow he watched as you first stripped out of your shirt. Exposing your favorite bra of his, that holds and hugs your breasts just right. With a small wiggle of your hips you rid yourself of your jeans, the matching panties being revealed. Finally looking back up at your boyfriend you notice his borderline slack jawed expression. “Fuck baby- baby please just touch me, needa feel ya’ just something please god!” He whined and groaned and squirmed on your bed. Now you may call him your sweet boy but he could get more vulgar the more desperate he got.

With a sway in your hips that has Steve’s cock twitching in his constricting boxers you make your way closer to him. Pushing down on the bed with your knee, you climb up into it.

Steve’s heart was pounding in his chest in anticipation, he was possibly beginning to like the draw out and prolonged foreplay and strip teasing. If only he knew you had just begun with all that you had planned.

“This enough touchin’ for you baby?” You question with an almost mocking tone as you throw one of your legs over Steve's body. Hovering your body over his lap, nails scratching and teasing his hip bone and down his v-line. “No.. need more please babe i need it, i've been a good boy” his eyes can't stop switching between your face, your hands wandering his hips or your clothed pussy hovering just over his throbbing cock. He could feel a wet spot forming the longer you extended the teasing, precum leaking with the more worked up he got.

He looks at you with a pleading sweet look in his eyes, whining and trying to buck his hips up against you. You chuckle softly, a smirk plastered on your face at your boyfriend's needy state. “How about this? This enough, baby?” You question again but this time you finally seat yourself fully in his lap, ass nestled right against his bulge. Before he can answer, you give a little rock of your hips against his. His cock rubbing right up against your cunt, hitting just right to nudge your clit as your hips move back.

You had worked yourself up over all your teasing of him as well so that small addictive amount of friction was enough to make a small whine slip from your lips. Steve's wrists tug at his restraints once again as his hips thrust up to meet your hips. “Mmhm mmhm yeah, thats- ugh fuck” he cuts his own sentence off halfway with a gasp and a groan as his eyes bore into the space where your bodies are connected. Getting lost in the pleasure and his head going cloudy.

Your smirk grows as you continue grinding your cunt against Steve's cock, your slick soaking through your panties more and more with every nudge of his bulge against your throbbing clit.

“Yeah sweet boy?” You run your nails down the sides of his toned body and back up the underside of his outstretched raised arms as you lean down causing him to shudder. Pressing your chest against his, your face inches from his. His lust blown pupils dilate even further as he looks into your eyes making you smile. Bending his knees and putting his feet flat on the bed, Steve angles his hips just right for you to keep humping him.

“Please don't stop” he softly pleads, leaning his face in even closer to yours. entangling your fingers through his luscious hair you crash your lips against his. His hmpf of surprise morphs into a moan when your hips begin rutting against his again.

Both your panties and his boxers now soaked through with a mixture of his precum and your slick make for an easier glide as his cock nudges through your slit bumping your clit. Your plush lips against Steve’s muffle all the whines and moans that leave both your mouths. Your hand that isn't snaked through his hair is resting on his hip bone. The new angle being just enough to relieve the throbbing ache in his dick and yet not enough to make him cum in his boxers which he was grateful for.

You already make him all types of pathetic. He doesn't need to add creaming in his pants from some dry humping on top of that. When you rock your hips at just the right timing with his, the now red and angry tip of his cock hits your clit making you shudder in euphoric pleasure. His hands writh and pull at his cuffs every few minutes, his fists now balled up. His blunt nails probably leaving crescent shape indents in his palms.

You both knew he was strong enough that he could pull and either break the cuffs or your head board and get out. The both of you also knew however just how much he loved it when you were the one in control the whole time.

Your hips rutting and humping each other was the perfect amount of pleasure to prolong foreplay even longer, your plan had worked. Steve however was already painfully desperate to be inside you and you were far from done with him.

→ a/n: i rushed this one a bit so sorry for any mistakes and its length its a tad shorter than i wanted but i needed to get it out :)

[upsidedownwithsteve]

😤 and steve?

oh he’s pouty.

he’ll sulk and stare at whoever is flirting with you until he gives into that caveman/king steve part of his brain that’s he’s always telling to shut up.

he’s the kind of boy who would come up behind you with an arm around your neck or even better, a hand sliding into the back pocket of your jeans. he’d press a kiss to your cheek and try and act casual about it, asking “who’s your friend, babe?”

he’s not a huge guy, you know? he’s not absolutely ripped. but he’s tall and broad and it’s the air of complete bitchy confidence that sends the other person running off.

steve would be smug too, hiding a grin as you scolded him for being rude but he’d just pull you closer and kiss away your argument, murmuring about how you’re just so pretty and he’s supposed to share you? he’s supposed to let other guys get in your personal space? “baby, please, i’m a weak man when it comes to you, cmon.”

[navnae]

Steve: you know I’m finally single now, things just didn’t work out

Eddie: man Harrington I’m sorry that happened! I was really rooting for your relationship honestly, you two were so perfect and-

Steve: I’m here to ask you out Munson. You don’t have to put on a show

Eddie: that’s a relief! I didn’t think I could continue any longer

[writer-freak]

Comfort after losing a pet

Characters: Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley

Warnings: Obviously talk about losing an animal, gn reader, in general just some thoughts about the characters comforting you, haven't proof read it and it's maybe not that organized

A/n: So I recently lost another cat of mine unexpectedly and this was just something that I wrote down for myself but why not post it for you guys as well. Also for Halloween I'm planning to post my Dead by Daylight drafts and maybe write a little Halloween fic but we'll see

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more 🖤

Steve Harrington:

Steve immediately notices that something is off with you he's very perceptive especially when it's about you 

He offers a listening ear, but not in a pushy way he knows when to give you space and when to be there for you.

He will bring you ice cream and I mean lots of it. 

Steve believes that ice cream can help with almost anything, and he will bring you so much of it.

He shares stories about his own childhood pets and the goofy things they did. It's a way to make you smile and remember the good times.

Steve is surprisingly good at comforting words, even if he doesn't always show it.

He tells you that it's okay to grieve and that you can take as much time as you need. 

Even if someone thinks that you are grieving too much over an animal, he will always tell you that your feelings are valid

Nancy Wheeler:

Nancy is incredibly empathetic, and she can sense your sadness from a mile away.

She's been through her fair share of tough times, so she knows that sometimes you just need someone to be there for you.

Nancy suggests taking a walk in the park or a quiet place where you can talk just the two of you

She shares her own experiences with grief, and how it took time to heal, but the past memories will always be something to cherish

In general Nancy's presence is just very calming and she will be next to you no matter if you're crying, or just in need of comfort

Eddie Munson:

Eddie is practical and caring, so he immediately notices your sadness and wants to help.

He makes you a hot drink for comfort and even brings you his favorite blanket, to help you feel cozy and secure.

Eddie knows that talking about your pet can be painful, but says that you could try and tell him about the good memories that you made.

He's a great listener and offers a lot of reassurance 

He reminds you that it's normal to feel bad about something like this and he will always tell you that your pet knew how loved it was

He will try anything to just comfort you even if he knows you won't feel better immediately he just wants to try and not let you drown in your grieve 

Robin Buckley:

Robin just knows how to make you feel understood no matter the situation

She shows up with a playlist of your favorite songs and suggests that you just hang out together, no pressure to talk.

Robin might bring over some art supplies, knowing that creating something can be therapeutic.

She would suggest maybe making a collage of your pet together just trying to bring something positive

She is just easy to be around and with her, you don't feel like you have to talk if you are not ready for it

She just makes you feel understood and tries to get your mind somewhere outside of your grief

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[steddieasitgoes]

Thinking about mailman Steve (from my bang fic) around this time a year and he’s definitely the driver that goes out of his way to hide the obvious gifts being sent so the Christmas magic isn’t ruined for anyone

[marvins-linguinie]

of course steve missed eddie. yeah, he's only known him for 2-3 days (give or take), but it didn't feel like that. he missed everything. that smile that seemed to linger, even after eddie left the area. the 'don't you, big boy?' and, how eddie was truly himself. he didn't wear a mask to cover who he really was. he missed that kindness, though it was deep inside of him, it was there. he missed the hair that steve, (he won't admit this aloud) was so incredibly jealous of. the thing he missed the most about eddie was that he believed in steve. he didn't belittle him, or make him feel idiotic; he considered steve's ideas. he included him. eddie didn't correct steve, but believed in him. and now it's all gone. he's gone. and the worst part: the whole town pegs him as a murderer.

[thatoneuserb]

Not my main AU!

Steve didn't always live in Hawkins.

Steve was born in France. He lived there for about 5 years before moving to Spain.

Steve didn't live at Spain for long tho, he lived there for about 2 years before moving to Vegas.

Steve didn't really like Vegas, it was to loud for him and he never liked the bright lights that all the streets were filled with.

Steve missed France but eventually strated to kiek Hawkins when they moved there.

Steve lived France tho. He lived speaking with his neighbors seeing the Elfie tower, and eating beggets.

Steve's farther Richard, was bron in Spain and was Spanish. While his mother Lila was French and born in Paris.

Steve had a French accent but learned to hide it well when they moved to Hawkins.

Steve's mother was a very good woman. She always stuck with Steve and taught him French.

His father couldn't bother teaching him Spanish.

Steve loved his mother.

Steve's mother had beautiful brunette hair and always were it in a bun with her beautiful blue dress.

One night things got out of hand. Steve's farther became more abusive because of stress and work but also because he just didn't like Steve.

Lila always tried to stop her husband form hurting Steve but she also got hurt in the process.

Richard was drunk and was throwing empty bottles at Steve's head. Lila stepped in but she got badly hurt.

Steve didn't know what to do. He watched as his mother laid in the ground bleeding out.

The last thing thing she said to him was 'i love you' in French. Then she was gone.

Steve grew cold and distance. He had to be perfect because of his farther that's where 'king Steve's and his fake confidence came from..

He never told the kids or his friends about his childhood.

But one night he lets everything slip..

[joehawke]

I love how we as a fandom have all collectively headcanoned that Steve flinches at the word “bullshit”

[jules-from-tumbir]

I like to hq Steve as a Scorpio and Eddie as a Leo.

Reasons? None

I just know a lot of Scorpios and I know when I see one.

Also, Steve is the grumpy one, and Eddie is the sunshine drama boy. Both are dramatic in their own ways :)

[illwilledomen]

The Stranger

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Suddenly, bell bottoms aren't so bad

Bonus sketch, because I had to vv

"Stop checking out my assistant, Stanley."

[lostalioth]

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘢𝘣𝘤’𝘴 ; 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦

→ warnings: this is all written with a female reader in mind, smut [18+], all the dirty things that come with nsfw abcs :)

→ a/n: using old reliable nsfw abcs as a way of helping me warm back up to writing :) i havent written in SO LONG again but ive still been reading and my fixation on stevie is coming back strong so figure id use the pretty boy for nsfw abcs

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I think Steve was a bit lame at aftercare in the beginning with past partners, he would clean them off when needed and offer water but that was about it.

Eventually the older he got the better he got with it, and the more he understood the importance of it. A part of him even found it to be his favorite thing to help you calm down and come down from your high slowly. Cooing at you and praising how well you did for him as his hands brush down your arms, your sore and shaking thighs that are still wrapped around his waist to soothe you. He’d clean the both of you up and get you fresh clothes and water. Steve lulling you to sleep in his arms with small kisses to your face and shoulders and whispers of even more praise.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite on himself although it isn't exactly a body part, is his hair of course. He has always prided himself on his hair looking good, always making sure each strand was in place, it started as a vanity thing. However after he notices just how much you loved playing with his hair, running your fingers through it, tugging it, even styling when he gave in after a week of you begging him. His love and pride in it grew tenfold once it became something you loved about him.

His favorite on you would be in all honesty your tits. He's a simple man, no matter their size his hands are gonna gravite to them, rest his hand there when you're cuddling, grope and knead them under your shirt, lay his head on them rambling on and on about how soft they are.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Steve cums a lot and by a lot, I do mean A LOOTT. He honestly doesn't understand it but it's always been that way and because of it if he doesn't use a condom or have you swallow it, it's quite a lot and hard to clean up. Sometimes he loves making you an absolute mess, covered in his cum, sweat and saliva from his mouth exploring, kissing and licking every inch of your body. Steve being well aware of just how much he cums was amazed and admittedly a bit impressed the first time he cums down your throat. He had assumed it would be too much for you so the first time you had him in your mouth and he felt himself get close he tried to pull out so he could cum on your tits.

”Fuck babe im gonna- god im gonna cum” he nearly whines out as your head bobbed, taking his whole length down your throat. He attempts to pull his hips back to pull out of your mouth. You hum around his dick and look up at him with a begging look as you grab hold of his hips, digging your nails in pulling him back closer. The assertiveness of your move stuns Steve for a moment as red hot pleasure consumes him and before he can stop it, he is cumming down your throat. He watches in near shock as while his cock is still sitting heavy on your tongue you swallow all his cum down. He knows his pupils are blown wide as he stares at you, slipping your mouth off him and looking up at him. A cocky and proud smile starts to worm its way on your face. "Good girl—That's a good fucking girl. Fuck baby" he groans as he dives down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, the latter of his sentance mumbled against your lips.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves the idea of you dominating him. He has always been the dominant one in his past relationships, he feels that that's how it's supposed to be. However he can't deny that he likes the moments in bed when you boss him around telling him exactly what to do to please you and he obeys. He can't deny how much he likes when you praise him and call him a good boy when he does something you ask even if it's in a joking matter when he goes and grabs your phone you left in his room when you ask. To him it's his dirty secret, what Steve doesn't know is that you picked up on this little fantasy of his. It was one night after he had a long shift at work and he had practically begged you to let him eat you out cause all he wanted was to please you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I’d say Steve has pretty average experience. He’s had girlfriends, he's had hookups and one night stands. The only thing he wasn't all that experienced with was kinks. He has nothing to worry about though because you're there to help him out and teach him about all your kinks as well as aid him with discovering and testing his own out.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Steve loves any position where he gets to watch your face. The way it contorts in pleasure, your eyes screwing shut and your jaw falling open in either a sharp gasp or a wonton moan when you cum. He also loves holding you therefore his absolute favorite position would have to be when you're straddling him, your chest pressed to his as he is laid back on the bed. His knees bent so his hips can set a punishing and hard pace jackhammering up into you. His large hands cupping the sides of your face forcing you to look at him as he thrusts deep inside you.

“Fuck look at me, there we go sweet girl” Steve coos as he holds your face forcing you to hold eye contact. “There's my pretty girl.. Hii baby” a smirk blooms on his face as his hips speed up, his tip abusing that one spot deep inside you. The pleasure makes it harder to keep your eyes open and look at him. You whimper and mumble something that comes out as gibberish, too lost in the bliss and basking in his attention to form real words.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’d be goofy at the start, smiling big and teasing you softly. Play fighting with you and tickling your sides would eventually morph into your hands pinned above your head and his mouth attacking your tits. Legs around his waist trying to shift your hips to grind your ass against the growing bulge in his jeans. The teasing wouldn't stop however he'd be a bit more serious the more into the moment the two of you became.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

it would entirely depend on how you preferred him, he never used to bother with grooming himself down there as he had no complaints but if you preferred him to be more groomed he’d do it without hesitation. If you didn't care about it, he'd leave it. All he wants is to please you, he has no preference when it comes down to it so he defers to you for it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Steve gets very into the moment. He loves kissing all over your body as his hips thrust into you. Praise spilling out of his lips as you ride him, his arms wrapped around your torso holding you close to him. The man adores you, even when he's being desperate and rough and fast he makes sure to still hold you close and tell you he loves you as his hips bounce off yours hard enough you know there will be bruises in the morning.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it probably more than he'd ever admit to you. He just gets so needy for you and knowing you're busy at work he’ll usually resort to fisting his cock. A pair of your panties you let him keep shoved against his nose, needing your scent to get him off. His head full of memories of your body under his, on top of his, your mouth on him, his tongue buried in your pussy, even images of new things he wants to try with you aid him and push him closer and closer to the edge. Jerking off however very rarely satiates him enough to where he wont be on you the second you walk through the door. Nothing does it good enough for him except his girl.

”Fuck sweetheart i missed you, i needed you so bad baby” he whines as he grinds his hips up against you, he had you pinned to the couch not even 10 seconds after greeting you at the door. “Had to rub one out so i didnt bug you at work” his voice came out full of desperation. “Stevie..” you whine out as he begins kissing down your neck. “Nothing is as good as this prefect fucking pussy though” he lets out a low groan as he starts working at getting you out of your work uniform.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Steve wasn't all that knowledgeable of kinks until you and boy did you help him learn. He loves praising you, watching your eyes sparkle and lit up when he tells you how good you're doing. He secretly loves when you praise him back, it makes an unusual feeling settle in his chest as it wasnt something he was used to hearing. He has a slight size kink, he likes when his body looms over yours and how delicate his large hands make your body look. On the very rare occasion as well he can be quite sadistic sometimes. He loves choking you as well, not like hardcore but lightly and he wouldn't be opposed to it being returned.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is Steve's favorite place. He knows that's boring but it gives him the most time and space as well as comfort to do as he pleases with you. Not that you guys haven't done it in other places, when you're feeling risky and both of you are extra needy you've done it in a bedroom at a house party, the bathroom at work, the back of Steve's car was the easiest place in your youth for the two of you to have alone time. Those places are just never as good as when Steve has you spread out on his bed where you don't have to worry about being quick or being caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just about anything you do. This man is so deeply obsessed and in love with you that something as simple as him looking at you, taking a sip of water and watching your thorat bob as you swallow would have him straining against his boxers. Watching you sit and do your makeup, a look of focus on your face as you concentrate would have him sneaking up behind you to kiss along the side of your neck up to your ear trying his hardest to break said focus. One look from you with a flutter of your eyelashes and a smile would have him on his knees begging you to leave a party earlier so you two can head home. A brush of your lips against his and he has to refrain from blowing his load in his pants like an inexperienced teenager.

“Baby i think i'm addicted to you” steve lets out a groan as he watches you glide around the house cleaning up after a large party. He sat up on the kitchen counter not being much of a help. Your hips swaying to the music playing softly in the background for ambiance nearly had the man drooling.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything you don't like or aren't comfortable with. Hed do or try just about anything you ask, if it pleases you and you like it thats enough to turn him on.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Steve LOVVEESSS being between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your cunt like a starved man. He doesn't eat pussy for his pleasure he does it for yours, all he cares about is your pleasure. He loves feeling you slowly lose yourself on his mouth, threading your fingers through his hair and holding him there as you cum with a loud drawn out moan of his name leaving your mouth. His preference is giving because when he's receiving?

He has a bit of a hard time holding it in, your mouth is like kryptonite or something cause the second the warmth of your pretty mouth envelopes his cock he's a goner. He turns into a whimpering, stuttering mess mumbling about how pretty you are, how good you are at sucking him off, how much he loves you.

“Sweet girl– shit go easy on me please baby or im gonna cum before we even get started” he whines as his hips buck up into your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends entirely on the mood, if the two of you have time steve is slow and sensual. Kissing down your body, working you open for his cock with his fingers or mouth. Slow making out as he slides inside you. Still a bit rough as Steve loves to watch as bruises and marks appear on both your bodies, marking you as his and him equally as yours.

But if you’re both needy and desperate for each other it's usually faster and just as rough, rushed foreplay, sloppy kisses, teeth clashing and hands everywhere nearly ripping each other's clothes off. Steve pleading and begging for you to cum for him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They aren't a rare or a frequent occurrence. They're more of a situational thing, when the two of you start something only to realize one of you is gonna be late to work if you don't hurry up or you have friends coming over in 10 minutes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Steve loves trying new things, anything and everything as long as you're comfortable with it. If you veto it then the two of you don't try it, the same goes for if he vetoes it but there is quite literally nothing he wouldn't let you do to him. He trusts you and would never say no to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has fairly standard if not a bit high stamina, going at least 3-4 rounds before he feels like his balls have been drained but give him a few hours and a slow makeout session and he’ll be ready to go again. He is fast to recover.

There are certain instances where steve is too weak for you though that he doesn't last as long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Steve would own a vibrator that the two of you use on occasion but usually the two of you are so lost in the pleasure of each other's touch and bodies on their own that you both long forget about using it most of the time. Steve mostly uses it when he wants to overstimulate you by making you come over and over.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ohh he loves teasing you all the time, and you love teasing him. It's like a game of tit for tat with the two of you. Steve will tease you while you're at work and even more when you come home before giving in. Though he's a little shit about it and if it starts to be too much he wont stop. "Aw, it hurts? Too bad. you're gonna keep taking it until i’m satisfied sweet girl” he chuckles softly and grips your hip harder as his thrusts speed up.

The next day as payback you'd prance around the house in only panties and one of his t-shirts and tease him all day right back. Then he’d return the teasing again and so the cycle continues.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

When Steve's needy he's offly vocal, begging, whining and whimpering how much he wants you, needs you. And when you give in somehow he gets louder.

“Shit! Fuck! Princess mmm you feel so good god, i love ya’ baby”

Verus when you're the needy one and he's in a dominant mood, you're the very vocal one and he's fairly quiet, so he can hear all the pretty noises you make. He is often too focused as well on you to talk much besides the occasional filth leaving his mouth when he cant hold it back and he cums.

"You look so pretty like this sweetheart"

"That's it. That's my girl fuck”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes buying you pretty lingerie and pjs. He just likes buying you cute and pretty clothes. It makes his girl happy and she just looks so pretty in everything he buys and gives him a little fashion show. One that may or may not normally end with you in his lap, his hand around your neck and his cock buried inside you. Praise and compliments mumbled against your lips. It's a win-win situation really.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

He's pretty above average. Standing around 8 inches hard and his girth is enough to give you that addictive stinging stretch when he first slips inside everytime. He was popular with the ladies for a reason, though most found him a bit too much to take. You however take it like a champ and Steve almost loses it every time he bottoms out with how tight your pussy squeezes him.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Above average that's for sure and Steve will swear it used to be normal before you, but he just can't help it. He's obsessed with you and as stated before everything you do turns him on. His sex drive and desire for you are often what lead him to overstimulating you as he always wants you to cum more than once.

"You can give me another one, can't you baby? for me, come on please?" Steve begs as he looks at you through lust blown pupils, a small pleading smile on his face. Sweat dripping down his forehead as his hips snap against yours, your pussy red and puffy after you've already came twice. “Steve i dont think I can baby…” you whine and try pushing at his chest. “Come on princess, one last time and ill be done” he smirks and speeds up his hips and rubs his thumb in circles on your abused and throbbing nub.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Steve will wait for you to fall asleep first, not that he isn't tired but he often stays awake until you succumb to sleep in case you need him to get you anything. Your body is usually a bit weak and your legs wobbly after sex so he offers to get you whatever you need. Once you are sound asleep against his chest though he will kiss your head and snuggle closer to your warm body before drifting off himself.

→ a/n: send me some requests lovilies i need to get back to writing before kinktober!! also sorry for any mistakes im a tad rusty.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

🛏️ with steve <3

flat out, unable to be woken unless it’s with food. or sex. he’s a face into the pillow kind of guy, hair mussed and always waking up with pillow creases on his cheeks.

if you’re in bed with him, he turns into some sort of limpet, glued to you and will happily drag you around the mattress with him like some sort of extra pillow because god forbid you try to move away. 100% begs for you to play with his hair until he falls asleep and his favourite thing is lying with his head on your tummy so you can scratch at his scalp. doesn’t snore but mumbles a lot and when he starts twitching a little, you know the nightmares will start.

[somedudewithantlers]

minecraft “lore” idea: what if the villagers have last names based on their careers (i.e a librarian’s last name could be “Bookkeeper”). When Steve meets the villagers he decides he ought to have a last name, and following the villager custom of a last name being based on what you do, he calls himself Steve Minecraft.

[ssweetleaf]

babies.

husband!steve harrington x wife!reader

summary: you finally tell steve that you’re ready for a baby.

includes: SMUT 18+, breeding kink, not really a daddy kink but he refers to himself as daddy lol, mating press, creampie, unprotected p in v

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“Hang on— what did you say?”

Steve felt as if he was dreaming, completely delirious, struggling to stay on his feet when his knees started to buckle.

He clutched a quivering palm to his chest, as if in attempt to quell his heart, but nothing could sate the thick thumping that barrelled through his rib cage.

You smiled at him, a small, impish one that made his eyelids flutter and you stepped closer, smoothing your hands along his shoulders before resting upon the thickness of both biceps, squeezing only slightly— just for your benefit, of course.

You knew it was something he’d desperately wanted to hear for a long while, so you spoke slowly, hoping the few words you spoke would register properly.

Because this was real. Such a big step, something that Steve had always dreamt of, but you not quite. It took a good few years for you to succumb to the idea of raising kids; a pretty house and a small wedding— even a few cats roamed around your home, so you knew that something was missing, something you now wanted desperately in your life.

“I want to try for a baby, Steve.” You spoke, watching his doe eyes grow even rounder, little tears threatening to ebb while he felt all melty and gooey, moving forward to shakily cup your cheeks and bring you closer towards him.

Steve nuzzled his nose against yours, sighing out a big breath and sponging a sweet, chaste little kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I don’t know what to say, honey, I’m—” he shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, his thumbs lazily circling the apples of your cheeks. “I’m so fucking happy.”

—

So, the two of you fucked like rabbits— for hours and hours, multiple times a day, the mere feeling of his raw length inside you had you creaming around him in minutes, and it was much akin for Steve, the soft, gummy walls of your cunt squeezing around him with no barrier between the two of you.

It felt like heaven.

Steve had insisted that you both have sex as regular as you could, the need to have you pregnant, to make it stick, needed to be quenched, and you nodded along like the doting little wife you were.

“My pretty honey,” he cooed, pressing your knees firmly against your heaving chest, holding you in a mating press whilst he fucked his thick cock into your spasming pussy.

Sweat beaded along his hairline, breathless from his hard thrusts— he had already came inside of you three times that same day, however you knew he wouldn’t let up until he saw those two red lines that told him what he’d wanted to hear.

“Gotta give you my babies, don’t I, hon?” He uttered, moaning breathily into the stuffy air— his full, round balls smacking against your ass with every inward thrust, so full of cum and ready to breed. “Gotta be thorough now, baby— want you nice ‘n’ round.”

He was babbling, words slurring into something almost nonsensical— his pretty lips sponged at any piece of skin he could find, mouthing and suckling with a desperation that shone in his honeyed eyes.

Your pussy practically sucked him in, letting his ruddy tip nudge at the spot so deep inside you, that had you clenching and fluttering.

“Fuck, jus’ wanna be a daddy so bad,” he whined, “and once we have our first, we’ll have another, and another, and another— oh fuck.”

He was fisting the pillow underneath your head, muscles drawn tight, trying so hard to keep his eyes open and not let them flutter closed— trying hard to keep his eyes on you.

“But don’t worry, honey baby,” he sighed with a smile, still thrusting as deep as he could, his thumb moving to rub at your clit. “You’ll still be daddy’s best girl— daddy’s favourite, I’ll make sure of it.”

You whined. He was so filthy, so crude, as soon as his big dick would slip inside of you he’d be gone, so stupid, completely pussy drunk. Silly boy.

“You ready for it, hon?” He cooed, nuzzling his nose into your cheek, “ready for my cum, pretty girl?”

You nodded, uttering a small ‘yes, Stevie’ through a moan and a sigh, clenching hard and quivering around him, ready to cum yourself.

The sheer need to be filled had you delirious.

“Yeah, gonna fill you up— gonna put a sweet baby in that pretty tummy of yours,” he hummed, “that sound good?”

“Sounds s’good, Stevie,” you whined, struggling to keep hold of your legs, your limbs shaky when you tried to keep your knees pressed against you. “Wan’ it so bad, want your cum— want your babies.”

He nodded fervently, hair whipping in every which way, dick throbbing in you hotly, the taut veins pulsing with every inward thrust— so, so close and ready to burst.

“I know ya do, hon— you ready to take it? You ready to take another load, baby?” He whined, squeezing his eyes shut, thrusts turning sloppy and erratic, “I know you’re so full, can barely fit anymore cum inside this poor pussy, huh?”

“Can take it, Stevie,” you spoke, fluttering your lashes, your lips all pouty and pink, “promise.”

And with one, two, three thrusts, he stilled inside of you, so deep, tip kissing your cervix before shooting his thick, pearly ropes of cum inside you, hoping to fill you with his Harrington prodigy, to make all the babies he could wish for.

Steve kept your legs raised, pulling them from your chest to place above his shoulders, keeping your back arched.

“Gotta make sure it takes,” he whispered, stroking at your calf before pressing a little kiss to your ankle. “think this is the one, honey.”

[steddiefication]

The first time Steve goes to Eddie and Wayne’s trailer, he tells Eddie that he likes how cozy it is. Eddie shoots him a dirty look before turning to go straight to his bedroom, no doubt thinking that his tentatively new friend meant it in the same way he’s heard other rich people use that word- when they think a place is small and cramped, but don’t want to look bad by saying what they truly mean.

Meanwhile, Steve barely notices the reaction, too caught up in thinking about how lonely it is in his parents’ big, empty, sterile-feeling house. How it looks as though it’s from a catalogue- nice but impersonal, with little indication that anyone even lives there. How he wishes it was instead like the trailer he was standing in- not just a house, but a home.