Amber - Rose

Steve Harrington | smut = * |

Chest hair

Don’t hurt yourself

Through your window

Wake up call *

Date night

Home after curfew

Home from work *

Beamer memories * (kinda)

Touch

Meet me in the bathroom

Coach Steve

Billy Hargrove | smut - * |

description - steve knows you’re often neglected being dustin’s sister, so he makes sure you know that you’re appreciated.

warnings - ungrateful mother? favouritism?

steve first noticed when he was over and you were telling your mom about a test you had passed, you were really proud of yourself and couldn’t keep the grin off of your face when your mom congratulated you.

that was until dustin came home, you were mid sentence about how you didn’t think you were going to pass it when the front door opened and your mother turns around and walks away from you without a words, greeting dustin at the door.

he’ll never forget the sight of your smile dropping. the way you awkwardly chuckled and turned to steve.

he gave you a sympathetic look and pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart…” he’d sigh, resting his cheek on the top of your head as he hugs you, “you could tell me about it…?” he suggests, you shake your head.

“i’ve already told you about it…”

“i’d listen to you talk for hours, baby… i don’t care if it’s something you’ve already told me…” he murmurs, giving you a small squeeze.

unfortunately, it happened often. your mother acting like she’s really interested in your conversation though she’s much rather run around after dustin.

or even when you’d have to do chores around the house after you’d been at school all day but dustin didn’t need to because he was ‘tired from playing d&d’.

steve walked into your house one day, greeted by the sound of your mother yelling. he walked further into the house, peering into the kitchen and to you washing the dishes, your head down as you avoid looking at your mom.

your mom soon storms out of the kitchen after not getting a response from you, so steve walks in, his hand rubbing your back as he stands next to you.

you immediately break down into tears, his heart thumps as you turn to cling to him. he wraps his arms tightly around you and holds your head to his chest, letting you cry it out.

“i’m so sorry, baby…” he’d sigh, “you don’t deserve any of this, you work so so hard… i know you do. just wish she’d realise…”

“me too…” you sniffle and look up at him, steve pouts slightly at you, cupping your face and pecking your lips.

“you wanna go to mine?” he suggests, tilting his head.

“yeah… after i finish doing the dishes though.” you nod, wiping your face free of tears.

steve immediately frowns, shaking his head and gently moving you away from the sink.

“absolutely not, i’ll do it…” he starts scrubbing the dishes, determined to get them done quickly so you can both leave.

you smile gratefully and rest your head on his back, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“thank you…”

“no problem at all, princess…”

after this situation, steve spoke to dustin about it, making dustin swear that he’d help you out more often.

and dustin did exactly that!

description - billy reminds you how big his dick is

warnings - sex (p in v), not proofread!

“you okay, sweetheart?” billy, murmurs as he slowly eases his thick, hard cock into your hole. his thumb rubs over your clit, working as a distraction as his dick stretches you out.

your hands reach out to grip his biceps as his arms hold him up, either side of your head. your nails dig into his warm skin as he bottoms out, a small groan leaving his lips.

“there you go… you got it, baby, biiiig stretch…” he smiles, pushing your hair out of your face as he stays still inside you for a moment, letting you get used to his size again.

“fuck… i forgot how big you were…” you moan, shifting you’d hips up towards his.

“that’s not good… you gotta remember this dick, pretty girl…” he starts moving, thrusting in and out of you.

your head falls back and you moan, your legs bending and coming up to your chest. billy’s lips are parted as he pounds into you over and over.

“look at you…” he groans, “you look so good when i’m fucking you with this big dick, huh…”

you whine in response, eyes squeezed shut.

description - your high school boyfriend is your son’s new baseball coach.

warnings - children…? not proofread!

it all started with your son, james, coming home and telling you about the cool new coach he had for his baseball team, he was so excited to go to practice since the new coach started, it was adorable.

when you took james to practice, you were shocked to see it was steve harrington. the steve harrington. the guy you used to hook up with in high school.

your heart drops, he’s still so hot.

steve looks up and sees james walking over to him, a huge smile on his face.

“hey, dude! you ready for practice?” he asks him cheerfully, patting his shoulder.

james responds excitedly and steve looks up, his face visibly drooping as he sees you.

damn, you look good.

“uh- hey…” he smiles, scratching the back of his neck. your stomach immediately fills with butterflies.

“hey… it’s nice to finally see you again.” you smile, your eyes flicking to james walking over to talk to his friends then back to steve, “james is really excited to have you as his coach, he loves you.” you chuckle.

steve smiles too and looks over at james.

“he’s a good kid, i should’ve known he was yours” he responds.

you smile and shrug.

“you always brush it off when someone compliments you. you always have…” steve murmurs, immediately regretting it when he realises what he said.

“yeah… i still do it, huh…” you chuckle.

“well… you look really good.” he nods, “um- i gotta go… do my thing. speak to you later?”

-

during practice, you’re sat watching the kids play as steve casually wanders over to you, arms crossed over his chest and his jaw flexing as he chews his chewing gum.

“um… so are you married…?” he asks, trying to seem nonchalant. you look up at him and chuckle, shaking your head.

“no, dad left when he found out i was pregnant.” you tuck your hair behind your ear, falling quiet when you realise how self deprecating the sentence sounded.

“oh- i’m sorry…” he purses his lips, “he must’ve been a jackass.”

“yeah… real jackass…” you laugh, nodding as you agree with his statement.

he sits down next to you on the metal bench, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his thighs.

“so you’re not seeing anyone at the moment?” he looks up at you, a small smirk on his lips.

“why? you wanna ask me out?” you tease, giggling at him.

“if that’s okay with you…” he responds, licking his lips as he looks you up and down, just like he did when you were younger.

“that’s totally okay with me.” you smile.

“enzo’s, saturday night?” he tilts his head, giving you the familiar look, those big brown eyes.

“enzo’s is still open?” you raise your eyebrows, steve chuckles, “i can do that… is it like… a date?” you question, just wanting to make sure.

“yeah, a date” he grins, nodding his head for extra effect.

description - steve and reader have only been dating for a few weeks, steve is beyond obsessed and needy when it comes to her so he meets her in the bathroom.

warnings - making out, boobie and booty grabbin, i think that’s about it! not proofread!

you push open the heavy door, looking up and down the hall one last time before slipping into the quiet bathroom.

steve is leaning against the tile wall, one leg over the other and his arms crossed across his chest, his face lighting up when he sees you.

you smile back and walk over to him, sliding your hand around the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss, his hands quickly find your hips, pulling you into him.

your lips move against each others, his tongue finding its way into your mouth as your bodies press against each other impossibly further.

“missed you…” he pulls back slightly after a while, resting his forehead against your forehead. “missed my pretty girl so much…” his hand slips under your neatly tucked cardigan, sliding up to cup your boob.

giggling against his lips, you press your chest further against him, his leg sliding between yours.

“my house after school?” he mumbles, pulling away to look at you, his head resting back against the wall.

“i’d love to come to your house after school…” you smile, your hands sliding from the back of his head to his chest, he slips his hands down and grabs your butt, pulling you against him again.

“see you at my car, four o’clock?” he tilts his head and pecks your lips.

“yeah, i’ll be there.” you smile and return the kiss before turning away and walking out of the bathroom.

steve can’t take his eyes off of your body as you leave, smiling at you tucking your cardigan back into your skirt.

description - steve can’t keep his hands off you, ever.

warnings - none!

everyone knows that steve loves you very much, he doesn’t have to tell them, they just know.

the way he looks at you, the soft tone he uses when speaking to you and how his hands are constantly on you. they are all things people notice about your relationship.

when you’re in the car with him, his hand is always on your thigh or on your hand, thumb rubbing your skin.

when you’re in a group of people, he’ll subconsciously pull you to stand in front of him, resting his chin on your head and your hands come to rest on your stomach, pulling you back against him.

when you were in school he’d always make sure you were sat next to him at lunch, offering you his food every two minutes and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

when you’re in bed together, he loves laying facing you and wrapping his arms around you, sliding his leg between your legs.

or he loves to lay on top of you, his head laying on your chest or stomach and his fingers caressing your sides as he tells you about his day.

when you’re on the couch at his house, he’ll pull you into his lap and rubs your back, playing with your hair.