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F E E L G O O D

steve harrington one shot (smut)

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I L O V E Y O U

steve harrington one shot (angst+fluff)

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S A F E W I T H M E

steve harrington one shot (angst, hurt/comfort)

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S T E V E I S T H E T Y P E T O. . .

(smut)

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D I Z Z Y

gator tillman one shot (smut)

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S A F E W I T H M E

words: 1.1k

summary: you went over to your parents house to grab some things, but your mom lashed out and said horrible things to you. after that, you went home only to be found by steve on your bathroom floor.

warnings: this is fucking sad. miscarriage, suicide, self harm (no description), comfort, evil thoughts, hurt, relapse

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

mrwriterxc speaks: hey guys. i’m so uncomfortable with this story but after all i still wrote it, right? if you’re dealing with any of these issues, my messages are open and i’m here. i love you all and you are not alone!

nearly a year has passed since your dad took his own life, and you have lost your baby. and you thought things will get easier, but they don’t. they don’t get easier, life doesn’t get better and it’s all your fault.

that’s what your mother said to you today.

you moved out of your parents house 2 years ago, to live with steve in a apartment across hawkins, the widest place away from your mother. but today you overcome your fears and thought it would be a good idea to gather the last things out of your parents house.

you wish you didn’t.

this day would’ve been perfect. the kids in school were nicer than ever, all traffic lights were green so you could get faster home and your little puppy, zurie didn’t peed inside while you were off to work, first time she hold it in by the way.

so you drove over to your mom, who lives there now alone. and as you got in with the spare keys, you could already feel her presence, and her mood that’s going to change the minute she sees you. so you decided to get upstairs quickly and just grab the 5 things that you need.

but to your misfortune, she sat on your old bed, as if she knew you would come by today.

„what are you doing here“ she said your name and it sounded like she was disgusted by the sight of you alone.

„hey mom. i just wanted to grab the last things i forgot, got off of work early today.“ you said, trying to force a smile while you stood in your doorway, watching her every move.

„of course you do. but you never come over to see the women who born and raised you.“ she said stonecold

your mouth flew open, but you closed him quickly, to stunned to speak.

„i should’ve done it like your father.“ she muttered, getting up from your bed, walking towards you

„what?“ you asked confused

„i should’ve done it too, after you disgraced our family like that. why you think he did it, huh? of course he killed himself like a gutless asshole, cause he couldn’t stand the thought of a person like you, so young, becoming a parent.“ she said bitterly as if the words tasted even on her own tongue like fire. like the burning hell.

last year, you brought them a positive pregnancy test, and your dad nearly died from a heart attack when he saw the two lines.

but luckily for him, you had a miscarriage. it happened in the same week as his death. like the last thing he did, was taking your baby with him.

„what should’ve said the town? they would’ve looked down to us, their eyes beeing filled with pitty.“ she whispered while she walked out of the room.

you just stood there, burning holes into the wall infront of you.

bedazzled by her words and the flashbacks, you grabbed your stuff and left without another word.

you drove back home and found yourself in the bathroom, thousands of thoughts shooting trough your head.

you just cried. cried till there were no tears left to cry, but it wasn’t enough. your head was telling you the things you buried deep inside of you, the things you were proud you’ve never thought of again. but now you did.

completely dazed, you opened the drawer and took out the razor blades for steve’s razor.

and it just happened.

you sunk down the wall, ashamed of what you did, and just starred against the things before you. tears were streaming down your cheeks again.

but not because it hurt. because you did it.

because you failed. because you disappointed steve by giving birth to his dead baby. you disappointed him now again by doing it again after he worked so hard with you.

and as if on cue, you heard the sound of the frontdoor closing.

„babe?“ steve asked, walking into the living room with no sight of you.

his footsteps echoed trough the hallway, nearing.

and then they stopped.

„babe“ he said, already kneeling down infront of you, shocked eyes wandering from your face to your arm.

„what- what happened?“ he asked, his voice cracking

your eyes found his, but your mouth just couldn’t open.

he caressed your cheeks with his soft hands „what happened?“ he asked again, his eyes already wet

you started sobbing again, shaking your head „i’m so sorry“

he grabbed you into his strong arms and held you „don’t be sorry, babe.“ he whispered into you hair. „don’t be sorry“

you just cried into his shoulder, ashamed of yourself for doing this all again to him.

„i-i didn’t mean to“ you sobbed

he calmed you down, kissed your forehead and said your name „don’t explain yourself. and don’t be sorry“

after minutes of sobbing, your breath evened out again.

„i‘m gonna clean this up now, okay babe?“ he whispered and you just nodded.

he leaned back a bit to reach for the drawer under the sink where you left a first aid kit, and placed it next to him

he brought you back against the wall, and cleaned your wounds with care.

after he bandaged it, he kissed every single inch of your now covered arm.

„this wasn’t your fault. to heal means to relapse. this is completely normal and you should never. never be ashamed or sorry.“ he said, looking into your eyes

„you are the strongest person i know, stronger than every fucking bodybuilder out there or i don’t even know who“ he said wich made you chuckle lightly

„i love you. and i love all of your scars. i don’t care how old they are. i don’t care how they came. all i know and care about is you and that i love you.“ he whispered, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks

„I love you“ you murmured, caressing his cheeks and stroking away his tears with his thumbs

he grabbed your hands in his and lifted you up „come on, what do you think about taking a nap?“ he asked shyly, watching your eyes

you silently nodded and followed him into your bedroom.

he laid down first, waiting for you to lay next to him so he can embrace you into his arms

as you did, his lips found your forehead again and he whispered „you’re safe with me here, i love you“

you kissed the nearest spot of his body and fell into a dreamless sleep.

S T E V E I S T H E T Y P E T O. . .

…praise the fuck out of you… „you did so good f‘me, baby“

…compliment you when- and wherever he wants to „you’re so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth“

…treat your breasts like they’re alone standing „fuck i missed you today at work“

…be shy when he wants to try something new „baby, i wanted to ask you if it would be okay if i tie u up- if it’s not okay just say it- we can stop the second- i want you to feel comfortable“

…prioritize you „your laying good there?“ „should i move a bit?“

…kiss every single inch of your body

…fucks you quickly in the back of his beamer at social events „we got 5 minutes before they come looking for us, baby“

…have polaroid nudes of you in his drawer for "hard times"

…have phone sex with you when you’re away for the night „keep touching yourself baby, i’m close“

…always wants to be the one in control „baby as much as i love you riding me, i love you even more pressed into the pillows“

I L O V E Y O U

words: 939

summary: steve and you drifted apart, and it’s time to talk

warnings: angsty but fluff, no use of y/n, lowkey really sad

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

mrwriterxc speaks: i wanna write more, also other things than smut, so here i am! been writing this half of the time not even knowing what i was going for

after the loss of el, and the end of the upside down, things got..weird. steve and you moved together into a small apartment near lovers lake, robin, nancy and jonathan went off to college states away and the kids are going to graduate next month. the party will be fully separated after that, and that feels weird.

after years of fighting monsters from another dimension, everyone just keeps going. but everyone feels this hollow place inside of them, that can never be fixed.

steve and you barely talked about the things that had happened, you never really did. and maybe that’s why it feels like you’re drifting apart from eachother.

you wake up alone, cause steve is already off to work and you go to sleep alone, cause steve is already drifted off to the world of dreams. the only thing that’s keeping you together are groceries, bills and the apartment you both live in together.

you work night shifts at the hospital, while steve works at the middle school, and maybe that is the problem.

you barely see eachother nor talk with eachother. the last date is literal years ago.

so you decide to change things if he doesn’t changes something.

at your day off, you cook steve’s favorite dinner, grilled chicken with vegetables and rice. you clean the whole apartment and make yourself look a little nicer with wearing the red summer dress, steve loves to see on you.

and then you wait for him, table already set and the sound of the radio flows trough the apartment.

you hear the door opening and closing, heavy footsteps following when you see him round the corner to the living room and kitchen

„hey“ you smile. „hey? did something happen?“ he askes, looking around

you shake your head confused „no, i had the day off so i thought you might like a clean apartment and your favorite dinner after your day.“

his eyes find the table and then yours again „wow. okay.“ he smiles and walkes towards you, kissing your forehead and then your lips „it’s been so long since we had this“

you nodded „yeah, i think we should also talk about.. all this.“ you look up at him, searching his face for you don’t know what

„yeah. i would like that.“ he says, his eyes wander to the table „maybe eat before?“ he asks

you nod and bring the pan and pots to the table

steve already sits, his eyes flickering with appreciation and hunger „thank you, baby. i really appreciate that.“

baby. it’s been so long since you’ve heard him call you that.

your cheeks warm up „of course.“

you sit down and dinner goes by quickly, most of the time it’s silence, both of you thinking about the conversation you’re having after.

you quickly clean up and sit down with him on the sofa. „steve, it feels like we’re drifting away from each other. i know it’s also because of our jobs but we- we never spend time together anymore.“ you say „sometimes it feels like i live with a stranger.“ you whisper shortly after and look away.

his eyes search your face for the sign of a lie that just left your lips, but he finds nothing.

„what do you mean, i’m not a stranger? yes our jobs couldn’t be more different, but what else should we do?“ he says, lashing out.

you look at him again „i don’t know, we’re never spending time together, on your days off you spend time with the others. steve, we don’t even have sex anymore? it-it just feels like you don’t love me anymore.“ youre trying to fight the tears, but loose.

he just stares at you for a moment, completely shocked, and to think about the things you’ve just said.

„baby, i-i of course i love you? is that even a question anymore?“ he says you’re name like a prayer „there wasn’t a moment ever where i didn’t loved you, i couldn’t be more thankful and happy to have met someone like you. and i’m so fucking sorry for making you feel like you’re a problem or just a person in my life. you are my life.“ he says, his voice cracking

you just sit there infront of him, crying. „we never talked about anything that had happened to us, steve. we never talked about the russians that tortured us“ he flinched like someone tries to punch him at the mention „we never talked about vecna terrorizing our friends, our family. we never talked about el. and i cant deal with this all on my own, and i know that you can’t either so why don’t you talk to me? you’re not alone steve, you got me, okay?“ you sob

he slowly nodes and you can see his eyes glistening with tears. you pull him into a hug, which he immediately sinks in, his arms clinging around you. you hold him a while, kissing his head, and the both of you sob into each other.

after an hour of just sitting there together, body pressed against body, the sobs even out into breaths and steve starts talking. he talks about everything. about how he felt, what damage it brought with him and why he hid it. and after that, you did the same, still holding each other.

„steve, i love you. never ever forget that.“ you whisper into his hair.

he looks up at you, face resting on your chest. he says your name „i love you. more than anything.“ after that, he reaches out and caress your cheek, and gently presses a kiss to your lips.

F E E L G O O D

words: 1.3k

warnings: alcoholism, cheating (steve cheats on nancy), smut !MDNI!, unprotected piv

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve and reader hook up again, at tina‘s party after steve got jealous

mrwriterxc speaks: i originally wanted to write sum with hate sex but i lowkey forgot about it while writing ..? hope you enjoy this pls be kind english is not my first language

attending house parties was never really your thing, but carol literally drags you out of the house everytime, just like today.

Tina is throwing party after party like her live depends on it, and the hawkins highschool king is the first to come.

steve harrington.

you were never really a fan of him, what’s funny cause you’re sharing the same friends and meet up everyday.

but the enjoyment goes both ways, he can’t stand you either, at least it seems so.

after leaving his beamer late at night, make up smudged, hair tangled, and clothes lazily thrown over, you pretend to hate him, and he pretends to hate you.

it all started at a gathering at steve’s, last summer, 1982, when carol and tommy left to fuck around in guest rooms, leaving steve and you alone.

„y‘know, i never skinny dipped.“ you grinned, looking at the pool infront of you.

„me neither, 'ts not to late to do it, right?“ he said, looking over at you.

your grin widened and the next thing you remember about the warm afternoon last year, is him fucking you from behind in his pool.

and after that, it only went further. in his pool, in his bed, his couch, the kitchen counter, your bed, lovers lake, behind the benches at the football field, and lastly, his beamer.

two horny teenagers who discovered how good the other feels.

just one glance, and you know where this is going. but you never complained, y‘still haven’t.

how could you complain, it’s steve, probably every second girl dreams of this, being you, if they would only know.

but probably every third girl would’ve stopped if they know that steve got a girlfriend now, nancy wheeler.

you didn’t. and he don’t complaints.

tina‘s party is crowded, rooms smell like sweat, liquor, sex and weed. music‘s on full blast and teenagers are dancing everywhere.

„let’s go find tommy and steve!“ carol screamed over the music, you just nodded and followed her trough the crowd.

it didn’t took long to find them, steve hangs above a keg, and tommy holds his legs.

„see who graced us with their presence! the queen and her best woman.“ tommy grinned, eyeing us up and down.

you just shake your head, to hide the small smile that appears at the corner of you lips.

„when is he done, i wanna top my record!“ you shout over the music, watching steve.

As if on cue, Steve leans back, catches himself and grins broadly, his chin glistening with beer.

„go on, i don’t wanna block your path to failure.“ steve said, arms pointed towards the keg.

you rolled your eyes but prop yourself over the keg and steve holding your legs, when you started drinking.

you felt the blood flowing into your head, and your face turning red, but you didn’t wanna let steve 'win' this little game, so you drank and drank and drank.

seconds later tommy announced proudly that you topped your record, and you gave steve the sign to bring you back to the floor.

as soon as your feet hit the floor, you smiled brightly and wiped away the beer. „failure you said, huh?“ you blinked at steve, a grin forming. steve just shook it off with a laugh and put his arms around carol‘s and your‘s shoulders.

„shut up“ he murmured and the four of you went back into the house.

severe drinks later, carol and you were dancing, singing and giggling in tina‘s living room, completely wasted.

steve and tommy talked with friends at the end of the room, glancing over occasionally to check if everything’s right, when you bumped into a guy.

„ooooh sorry, i didn’t mean to..“ you slurred, slightly grinning at the boy.

„it’s fine, got no problem with a pretty girl dancing infront of me“ he grinned. you choose this as your cue to dance with him, so you do.

pressing your body against his, leaning, moving your ass a bit and tracing your hands down his arms like you’ve done this thousand times before.

it was fun till you found his eyes on you, your body, tracing every line. his brown puppy eyes were nearly dark, full of desire and jealousy.

steve stood there, leaning against the wall, red solo cup in his hand, not even bothering to hide his gaze.

you grinned at him, and started to slowly trace your hands down your body, still swinging your ass against the hooded cock of someone else.

he couldn’t stand it anymore and left the room, going who knows where.

and this was your sign to excuse yourself and finding him.

just as you made it upstairs, a strong hand grabbed you wrist and pulled you into a empty room.

„you liked my little show?“ you asked shyly, turning around to face steve who stood infront of the now closed door.

he eyed you up and down „i don’t know if i should like your slutty behaviors.“ he said low, his hands finding your waist.

you giggled „y‘liked it so much that you locked the door y’know, to do filthy things in here or what?“ you grabbed his hands and slid them under you shirt „to feel me riding you?“ you placed his hands over your hooded breasts „to lick the sweat off my nipples?“ you tilt your head, watching his face.

he leaned down a bit, his head inches away from yours „to taste me?“ you whispered

„wanna find out or what?“ he replied, pressing his lips sloppy against yours

you immediately leaned in, grabbing him by his neck and walking backwards toward the couch

he bit into your lower lip, a moan escaping your lips. „fuck“ he mumbled between kisses

your legs hit the couch and you turned both of you around, and pushed him into the couch. clothes were thrown away in seconds as you positioned yourself over his cock.

you kissed him again, kissed his cheek, jaw, neck and his collarbones, your hands finding his boxers and shoving them down a bit.

his hand grabbed your ass, the other shoving your panty to the side, finding your clit and pressing down into it.

you moaned and slowly lowered yourself on his cock, taking him in, inch by inch till you felt him deep in your lower belly.

his hands gripped your waist on both sides, watching your every move as you lifted yourself up again, till his tip was the only thing connecting you, when you slumped back down again, harder and faster.

„fuck“ steve moaned, cupping your breast now with his hand, the other still stabilizing you

you repeat the motion till your body gives out and you sign him to switch wich he’s been waiting for

he glides into you with pressure, moaning your name and „fucks“ till you see stars

„you’re so fucking tight“ he mumbles, kissing your neck and fucking you even harder

you dig your nails into his back wich brings you a moan out of him

„does she make you feel this good, steve?“ you say, holding a moan back by the sight infront of you

„fuck, no. no one does the same way as you do“ he mutters, pressing his thumb on your clit again

you moan into his neck „fuck steve“ as his rhythm speeds up to catch your high‘s.

„i‘m close“ you moan, scratching his back

he fucks into you, moaning your name when you come and he quickly follows.

„fuck“ he moans, riding out your both highs, and lowering himself above you, his head laying into the crotch of you neck, still buried deep inside you

you botch lay there for some minutes, catching your breath when steve whispered „no one ever made me feel this good“

the only thing that’s keeping me away are ideas.. i have one in mind and i’ve already posted something about it!! (texas motel aesthetic)

so please please let me know if you would like a texas motel one shot are something else!! i’m open for everything and try my best to make your ideas come 'true'

idrk if my requests are open but i think so, so please please request!!! lord knows it will be the first time

if you’re interested in other characters, i can make a lil list;

- steve harrington

- joe keery

- stiles stilinski

- bellamy blake

- dean winchester (but i would actually be scared to write him cause i think he’s a hard character to write just like gator omfg)

- gator tillman

- mattheo riddle

- (marcus lopez)

- theodore nott

- (niccolò rosier govender)

- anakin skywalker i fear this would be my end

- Jughead Jones (y‘all don’t wanna know my history with him..)

- FP Jones arhghgh

- Justin Foley

and that’s it! i believe there are more but my brain stopped working!

but i would also appreciate ship requests! byler byler byler