I couldn't resist not writing this as an actual blurb......... (also i changed it to swim instructor!steve, i hope that's ok!!)

pairing: swim instructor!steve x single mom!reader word count: 580 content/warnings: kid stuff, afab!reader, slightly aged up steve and dustin, had to give baby girl a name so we went with (drumroll pls) Lia (also we are getting to too many kids in the snoopyharrington universe)

When Steve saw a little one-piece bathing suit at Sears that reminded him of your daughter, he couldn't help buying it for her.

The tiny swimsuit felt like one of the smallest things Steve's ever held in his hands. All polyester and spandex, bright blue (with matching sunglasses to boot), he folded it in a neat square when he came over for dinner that evening, after you got home from picking Lia up from your mom's.

He rang the doorbell, even though he knew the front door was open (something he always scolded you about), and held his hands politely in front of him, almost nervously, the small blue material sitting in his hands.

Unsurprisingly, you were thrilled, though you chided him about spending his hard-earned money on something Lia will quickly grow out of. He shrugged bashfully — he was still getting the hang of this whole "being-in-love-with-a-mom-and-equally-adoring-her-daughter" thing — but in truth, he didn't care about how much it cost if it meant you smiled at him that way. Especially when you promised to put Lia in it for her next swimming lesson.

me neither... will take whatever i can get......

my steve headcanon is that he is a stage 1 CLINGER. he must be making some kind of physical contact with you at all times. it's grounding for him and is a tangible reminder that he's here and he's with YOU and that's the best existence he could ask for

he definitely loves holding your hand, both in public and in private. when you're out in public he's linking your fingers together and pulling your bodies closer together to where you're almost bumping into each other, thumb rubbing over your knuckles reassuringly, fingers drumming over the back of your hand. in private he's a little more lazy with it, maybe just pinky fingers linked together on the couch or hands resting over top of one another. he's playing with your fingers like fidgit toys. definitely DO NOT think about him subconsciously (or so he claims) spending extra personal attention to your left ring finger..... and unfortunately we know that steve canonically likes to hold hands during sex, so he's holding on for dear life just to be that much closer to you

he would fucking lose it every time you grab onto his bicep. the protector in him secretly loves it. out in public when you're in a large crowd and don't want to lose him, you're linking your arms together and gripping onto his bicep, squeezing once or twice and feeling the muscle flex beneath your fingers in response. on the couch you're snuggling into his side and tucking into him even closer, fingers curling around his bicep just for comfort. gripping onto them when he's hovering over you making you positively fall apart, half moons behind left behind that he'll wear proudly because you're his and you're the only one who gets to hold him like this

That's it, that's all I wanted to say 😂

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

he would be such a little shit about this i just knowwww. you think he's major eye candy no matter what but get him by the pool??? wearing tight swim trunks that are borderline indecent??? with water riveting off of him like a god??? sun highlighting all of his stupidly attractive features??? you're a goner

he's showing off in the pool for you. he's making an absolute show of getting out of the water and sauntering over to where you're sizing him up not-so-inconspicuously behind your sunglasses. he's crowding your personal space, water dripping onto your warmed skin and you're opening your mouth to protest but no words come out. and he's all smug like "what baby?? see somethin' you like??"

insert werewolf ripping off shirt meme here

family video steve is PEAK boyfriend to me. i know he was still down bad during this era but i would have cuffed him IMMEDIATELY. most unrealistic thing about stranger things is that steve harrington supposedly didn't pull

ANYWAY. when he would wear those polos with the vest.... mmmmggffffgdsfskn/. he would so weaponize the fuck out of it too. you mention offhandedly ONE TIME that he looks cute in the vest and suddenly he's not as quick to take it off after work anymore. he's heading straight to the couch and lounging around, vest still on, waiting for you to come over to him to help shrug it off his shoulders after kissing him silly

when he leaves for work with that stupid vest on, you're reeling him back in by catching it under the collar of his polo to spin him around and pout against his lips pleaseee don't go. you look so cute in your uniform. why don't you stay home and let me take it offfff. when he comes back, you're pulling him in by the front panels of the vest he leaves unbuttoned (bc he thinks it's too dorky otherwise) and smoooooshing your bodies as closely as possible bc you missed out all day. if you're ever visiting him at work you're smoothing your hands all down the front of his vest claiming it's wrinkly (it definitely is not) and that you're doing him a favor. but you both know the truth...........

in my mind palace he lets you decorate it with pins. some of them are silly, some of them are actually semi-work related with stills from films you've watched together. robin gives him shit for it every time he walks in with a new set of buttons, but steve's just smiling because he gets to wear a little reminder of you on his corporate-required vest all day while you're apart

OMG you're in my brain

this is sooooo sweet to me. and steve is such a softy he would melt for this every time. i feel like it starts as a fascination thing, like wow stevie you really do have so many freckles.... i wonder if i can count them all. and you seem really determined so he sits still on the couch and lets you get to work. eventually you lose count in favor of tracing shapes on his back trying to connect the dots while he's sighing in your lap half asleep

eventually it becomes a comfort thing. he loves the way you take your time learning him and mapping him out. whenever you cuddle you're choosing a new area to count all his freckles and moles and saying they kind of make the shape of XYZ like you're looking at cloud animals or something. and he's just smiling at you with the dopiest lovesick grin bc how did he snag someone who wants to know him this way??? he's fucking head over heels for you

He's just cuddling with you so innocently, he's trying to be a good boy and do right by you because he had rushed many relationships before, girls he'd walk out his door and never see again. But he didn't want that to be you. You weren't just another notch in his bedpost, no, you were special to him and maybe this was old fashioned of him, Steve kind of wanted your first time together to be special too.

But then, there you are, curled around his sturdy body dressed in nothing but one of his old high school t-shirts, your hands inching underneath his worn thin shirt, your fingertips grazing over the tapering trail of dark hairs disappearing down past his waistband. Your eyes looking at him, so expectedly, so pleading.

And he's so fucking hard about it, of course he is. His dick is twitching with anticipation, chubbing up to press a thick outline in his grey sweatpants.

“Steve…please…” You murmur your whine against his skin as your press little hot open mouth kisses in the crook of his neck. 

His resolve to deny you what you truly want is hanging on by a thread.

“Stevie….” you coo so sweetly. “I wanna feel you…please..I just want you…”

Fuck. There it was, that little nickname you only pulled out when you wanted something. That little nickname that drove him absolutely crazy. He wanted to be good, he really did, you made it so fucking hard.

Your delicate, but purposeful touches, your nails raking red marks on his stomach had him shuddering, he could only take so much.

“Okay Honey, but just the tip yeah?” he tells you, laying bruising kisses of his own on the column of your throat. Little claiming marks blooming into tattoos of his affections on your warm skin.

And before he even knew what he was doing, Steve was  hovering above you, pushing his sweatpants down around his thighs, crudely spitting in his palm to slick up his cock before gliding his length through your folds. Your perky nipples popping up from underneath your shirt to rub against the soft hairs on his chest, and something about the simplicity of that has Steve's mind spinning. 

“I’m just giving you the tip, okay, baby? I don’t want to hurt you”

He angles his hips to slowly enter you, rocking his hips in shallow little thrusts as your welcoming heat envelops the pre-cum slick head of his cock.

It takes everything within Steve to not just give into you, and fuck every throbbing inch of him into you like he really wants to. Your thighs are hooked around his hips like you can't bear one second without him inside you.

The thing is, Steve’s big. He knows he's big. And this isn't some macho, egotistical thing, he's just knows how much he'll have to ease you in to take him fully, and right now, all he can do it keep as steady pace as his hip shift in controlled thrusts as he sinks his tip into your wet and awaiting cunt.

But you’re begging him so nicely, the shining bubble of tears gracing your lashes all because of how desperately you need to feel the full stretch of him inside you. Begging because you know Steve’s practically a pushover when it comes to you, keen to give you anything you want, if only you flutter your eyelashes at him in just the right way. 

and he almost gives in to you. Almost. But then he flashes you that devastatingly charming smile from underneath that fringe of luscious hair, and gives you a line that makes your stomach drop.

“I know you want it bad, honey, I know you do, but if you’re good for me now, I promise I’ll make it worth your while next time.”

@kingofscoops aimz’ b-day bash: day 5