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everyone would think that steve harrington - king steve - would hate being teased. that he would think it was absolutely annoying, absurd. but no he loved it, lived for it, especially when it slipped from the lips he loved so much.

steve himself didn’t know why he loved it so much, but he did. he loved every teasing remark that fell from your lips, dirty or not. it came to him by surprise, finding out by accident one night when you teased him too far.

“steve got it doesn’t he?” you inquired, eyeing at him. “he’s a big boy, he could handle anything.” you added on, teasing and the hidden sultry he knew too well dripping off your tongue, and usually he could take it, take the teasing, but that night he was feeling all pent up.

and, because of that, the night ending with him in his car, hand wrapped sweetly around his cock as he followed the rhythm with the uncontrollable whines of your name that slipped out of his mouth, brows perking up as his release splattered the polaroid of you in his other hand.

realistically, you found out after you’ve realized steve would find any excuse for you to tease him. noticing the way his ears flushed pink with the twitch of his breath matching the twitch underneath the layer of denim of his jeans.

he expected you to be grossed out, mortified that your boyfriend was getting off secretly by your teasing words. but you weren’t. if anything it made you tease him more. all to see his brain malfunction before giving that desperate bite with his lower lip.

“already hard, stevie?” you mocked, feigning a pout as your hand draped over the cool feel of his zipper. “but i’ve barley touched you, barley felt you…” you shook your head, pretending to be disappointed as steve letted out a whimper of sorrow.

“s-stop teasing..” he would whine, pretending not be so into it, but failing horribly. after all, who could believe him when he whined and squirmed once you finally kitten licked the smooth taste of his slik off his tip, chest already heavy.

“you know you like it..” you would murmur, looking up at him with heavy lidded eyes, and all he could do was nod pathetically, cause he did. he absolutely loves it when you egged him on and teased him.

some nights the perfectly innocent sleepovers your parents agreed to would end up with him on the verge of tears due to him getting denied so many times.

“please, let me finish..” steve would draw out, a pout on his lips as his pointer grazed over the overstimulated tip with caution, careful not to let anything slip past the beaded pre-cum, not wanting to dissatisfy you. “please.. just take off your underwear already..”

“not yet baby, gotta prove to me how much you want it..” you teased, standing infront of him as you waggled your ass in front of him, very slowly pulling off the soaked underwear with precise, giving him a show.

“i tried.. multiple times,” steve complained, voice high and whiny. “but you’ve declined me, multiple times.” feeling your teasing show make his stomach churn with a feeling he wish he could release all over the plump of your ass.

the others seemed to notice to, seeing the way the teases would roll of your lips with comfortable ease, eyeing steve up and down like he was your prey for the night with steve immediately loosing his train if thought, blabbing over his words.

they found it to be a bit odd that after some particular teases, you and steve would disappear from sight, no trace of where they two of you gone.. but oh, if only they knew.

“you just couldn’t wait could you? you needed this huh? such a needy man..” the beamer shook with each bounce you gave on his lap, your hands on his blissful face, making the two of you maintain eye contact.

the puppy dogs eyes he wore fixated on you with his mouth parted lightly, the fogginess of the windows radiating with the sweet scent of your bodies merging into one. “i couldn’t help it.. you tease too much..” steve would whimper, feeling the heaviness of his balls tighten.

“mm.. i know baby. but you like it don’t you, this is what you wanted?” you would pant out, hands smearing the condescension with your hand desperately tried to hold onto something, feeling both of your highs reaching the euphoric peak.

and yeah, he did want this, he would never not want this, getting egged on whilst you had that smug smile on your face, it’s paradise to him, and he never wants to leave.

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who knew steve harrington could have a filthy mouth during certain situations? certainly not you..

so, obviously once he letted a few words slip out the first time that were along the lines of: “i’m going to destroy this pussy for anyone else, you hear me? you’re mine..” you were done for.

it wasn’t loud, obnoxious, it was breathless, like he was testing the waters with it; and how did he know to continue saying stuff like that? right as soon as your back arched against him with your pussy sending the perfect clench to him.

most times it would slip at right at his peak, his neediest. doesn’t matter if it was public or private.

“i can’t wait to get you home by ourselves.. gonna show you how badly i’ve been needing to feel you clench around my poor cock..” steve would whisper while the two of you sorted out the disorganized records, sending a soft smack to your ass while robin wasn’t looking.

obviously, he would keep that promise, sometimes adding more onto it like: “promise you i’m going to fill you up so nice, have you dripping out with me so perfectly, till your legs shaking around me.” while his cock inches into you with precise.

sometimes, his filthy words aren’t even rough. they could be soft, whiny, with a little high pitched moan at the end.

“please let me f-finish..” steve would beg, tussled hair scattered across his forehead as he sallowed thickly through his saliva. “i wanna finish all over your hand, see you lick it off afterwards.” he would moan, hips bucking up.

other times, feeling your mouth pursed around his angry tip was just too much for poor steve, causing him to whine, squirm and whimper around you, withering with the undeniable pleasure he was receiving.

“f-fuck! you’re taking me so well,” steve would murmur, caressing the side of your face as he watched the drool dripped down your lips, lustful eyes staring off into one another. “gonna shoot my load down this sweet throat, you want that don’t you? yeah? i knew it..”

and obviously, at the end of these dirty words, it would end in him releasing into you, telling you how you can take it, how you are going to take it, just for him.

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you were certain steve harrington was going to be big, but you didn’t expect him to be big big.

so, the first time he pulled it out you were more then stunned. it laid tall, girth written all over it with a tip that was slobbered with his slick pre-cum. your brain went dry at the sight, hearing his amused chuckle.

if anything, seeing your reaction to him made his cock throb in front of you, twitching slightly as he saw your chest heavy with nerves.

his hand would plaster against your stomach, seeing the outline of his cock stumble back and forth inside you, seeing you squirm beneath him as you moaned out how big he was.

“you like that, don’t ya?” steve would pant out, “getting filled up so nicely, pussy sucking me in so well.” and all you could do was helplessly nod, eyes dragging back to behind your skull.

something about seeing your reaction to get absolutely torn apart by his greedy cock just drove him up the walls. the thought of ruining you for any other boy - not like there was any - drove him mad.

ass up, face smushed against the drooled on pillow, fingers gripping onto the sheets as his heavy balls repeatedly slapping your clit as you whined how he was too much made him want to shoot his load into you immediately.

oh, don’t even get him started on his fingers, how deep they curled into you.

they are thick and long making them fill you up and perfectly hit the right spot. usually, he would have you sitting on his lap, mindlessly rubbing against his palm as his fingers plunged in and out of you.

“yeahhh, look at you..” he would coo, seeing your eyes closed shut. “being so full with just two fingers.. maybe we should add one more.” and despite your desperate pleas of not to, you could feel another finger trying to squeeze inside, a guttural moan escaping his lips.

“who fills this pussy up, so good?” he would mock, pushing your legs towards your chest further, “c’mon, tell me.” as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

it should be, from the way his tip roughly kisses your cervix with each thrust, from the way you squirm and wince as he slowly moves into you, how you whimper as soon as he starts moving, your pussy trying to push him away.

either way, you can’t help but hear the words that escape your whiny throat. “y-you do, mmgh! steve! so big..!” and the smile that appeared on his face was so pure, he immediately picked up his pace.

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☀︎ STRANGER THINGS ;

› ݁ steve harrington who loves being a dad - ( fluff )

› ݁ steve harrington who finds comfort in you multiple ways - ( 18 + )

› ݁ steve harrington who has a praise! kink - ( 18 + )

› ݁ steve harrington who loves getting you prepared - ( 18 + )

› ݁ steve harrington who has a size kink - ( 18 + )

› ݁ steve harrington who talks dirty - ( 18 + )

everyone knew steve harrington was made to be a father.

he had experience from watching the kids for years until they turned until young adolescences. always being by their side protecting and caring for them like his own.

so, after everything happened and the two of you fianlly being able to return into your normal lives, getting settled somewhere in hawkins, the conversation of starting a family between the two of you was always on the tip of your tongues.

but, when it finally happened and when you did get pregnant, it wasn’t easy. constantly going back and forth on what to name the baby, weather if it’s a girl or a boy — which one you wanted more, who’s last name will it take, how to decorate the nursery, who the god parents will be.

but when you gave birth, to a beautiful baby girl, it all became reality.

the moment steve held her, all his dreams became real, entering a never ending state of euphoria. he promised to her — and you — that he would be the best dad and husband he would ever be.

and he did just that.

each morning he would be the first to get up, rubbing your side as he told you to get more sleep, before preparing breakfast for you the two of you. the first each night to tuck his baby girl into bed, kissing her goodnight before shutting the door behind him extra quiet.

late evenings he would come home from work, seeing his little girl run into his arms before spinning her around, her little nightgown fluttering as she giggled.

one day even coming home with a highly expensive camcorder, cause in his words, he “needed to document his little girl growing up”, bothering jonathan on the line that same night, begging him to teach him how to use it properly.

holidays grew even more special for the two of you also.

thanksgiving? he would run around playfully chasing her around the small but cozy house as the pie baked in the oven for the partys friends-giving happening later that evening. christmas? the two of you would spend hours at the shops looking for gifts, ( maybe a few too many ) that steve insisted she needed, spending too much money for his own good. valentine’s day? he would come home from work with two bouquets and chocolates, each for the both of you.

and once the whole party met her, he was looming over everyone hissing to be careful and not to overwhelm her. but eventually he did snag her back in his arms since “they weren’t be careful” and “mike was scaring her”.

but he would have it no other way, especially late at nights, where he would remind you constantly. “i just love this — us, you, her” steve whispered as his warm hand rubbed gently at your side. “our family” the words escaped his lips with ease, like it was nice to say out loud.

steve lips pressed softly against your shoulder, eyes ogling into yours. “maybe we should try for another.. maybe a boy this time.” he suggested, shoulders shrugging as if he pretended it wasn’t a big deal, even though it was to him.

so once he saw a smile drape onto your lips with a subtle nod, he couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing you feverishly, giving you a taste of what’s to come later on the night.

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steve harrington who finds comfort in you multiple ways ( 18 + )

everyone knew steve harrington and nancy wheeler wouldn’t work out no matter the timeline. but, no one expected them to burn out so quickly.

so when steve showed up to your house halloween night with that sadden look on his face you immediately knew something was up; you just didn’t expect that something to be nancy wheeler.

“i just don’t get it, why would she say it like that? i thought we were having a good time — i was having a good time!” steve complained, his voiced coaxed with a soft whine as he stared up at the ceiling.

“i don’t know steve.. maybe her heart just wasn’t in it..” you mumbled, fingers messing with the messy strands of his hair as he laid in you lap. “it’s not your fault..” you whispered, feeling steve whine pathetically.

“it has to be! i-i don’t know, maybe she found someone better — m-maybe i wasn’t enough?” he wondered out loud, but still wanted to see what you would say since he he looked up at you shortly after.

“are you kidding?” you questioned almost like a scoff. “steve — you were more than enough! any girl would be happy to have you!” the tone in your voice was maybe a little bit too enthusiastic at that last part cause now he’s getting up.

steve’s warm eyes stared over yours, deep, searching. his lips open and parted like he was fighting back to say something. “really think so?” steve finally spoke, voice soft yet hurt from what happened earlier, the comfort of your presence slowly melting into his system.

it took you a while, but you nodded, silence filling the atmosphere between the two of you. your eyes occasionally darted down to see his fingers itching to move. the gap between the two of you wasn’t very big, and he knew that.

he knew that very well since he was now inching closer, tilting his head to the side slightly.

obviously you weren’t an idiot, you knew what was about to happen, the only thing is, did he know? you don’t know how many drinks he had at the party, if he was sober enough to even understand what was going on.

“steve..” you murmured, feeling his lips ghost onto yours. your hands moved to his face, cupping it as his eyes stayed on you the whole entire time. “steve.” you repeated once more, feeling the tip of his nose nudge at your cheek.

“please..” steve whined, his hand moving on top of yours. “you treat me so good, your lips and those sweet words, just a taste.”

“just a taste..?” you repeated, and he nodded before officially closing the gap. the warm plush of his lips instantly took over the nerves in your body. his tongue tasted like the cheap punch that was spiked and some halloween candy he had earlier.

eventually, his other hand went to the back of your head, fingers messily tugging onto the strands of your hair, pushing your face deeper into his. his tongue soothed over your lip before you invited him in, feeling him explore your mouth happily.

his hand moved away from the back of your head and to the strap of your tank top, sliding it off your shoulder with a little whine, then to the other one, feeling the bare warmth of your skin under his hands.

the lips attached to yours moved down to your neck, exploring desperately to find the hidden sweet spot to you. “i want you, please.. please let me make you feel good, it’ll make me feel so much better just to take care of you..” steve practically begged, hands feeling every inch of your body as he letted out whiny breaths.

and before you knew it, you were on top of steve harrington, his cock deep inside your fluttering walls. his breathless noises choked from out of his throat and into your ears, hands gripping on the soft plush of your hips as he murmured incoherent praises to you.

“oh, you’re so pretty, so pretty.” steve moaned out, eyes on you the entire time as your hair bounced alongside your tits, watching your face contort with deep pleasure.

your hands were wrapped around his neck, clawing at the back of his head. steve occasionally dipped forward and wrapped his lips around a hard nipple, twirling his tongue around it in order to hear your pretty moans. your moans were probably — most definitely his favorite noise now.

“steve..” you cried out, back arching deeply until your chest pressed against his. your name was on his lips like a prayer, desperate and whiny as he shook his head softly, stomach clenching.

“i’m so close, please, please, please..” he whined, hand snaking off your hip to move down in between your thighs. his fingers felt the puff of your clit, edging around it with smooth circles to make you whine and gasp in his hands.

“steve.. ‘m gonna cum..” you warned, feeling his thrust get sloppier, cock twitching inside you.

“please — you make me feel good, treating me so good..” he sobbed out, bucking forward to press feverish kisses along your shoulders and up your neck before resting his head there, feeling your walls clench tightly before milking you and him dry.

the two of you slowed down, riding each other orgasms until you were both mush in each other arms. chest heaving against each other as he held you in his arms, hand soothing up and down your back with a comfortable silence.

and from that moment on, steve knew he found his safe place.

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“i can’t wait to see ep 9 drop and for us to get byler”

it was clear as day that none another then steve harrington had a huge praise kink.

he always tries to impress people, fish for compliments that heightened his ego just a bit more each day.

it was so obvious, even though he wouldn’t admit it.

it started off small once you found out, telling him how big he was as you rode his cock, earning whimpers and slightly high whines from him as he held onto your hips for dear life, trying not to burst right then.

but as your relationship progressed, he then started to make it more known.

you would tug onto his hair as his thick fingers plunged in and out of you, babbling about how good he was making you feel, how his fingers felt so right in you. that would make him want to go faster, try to get more praises out of you.

“am i doing good, baby?” he asked, almost mockingly, looking up from your thighs and stopping the swift motion of his fingers.

“uh huh, so good.. just don’t stop, doing so, so good..” you would reassure, seeing a sloppy smile go onto his lips before pushing his head back down where his tongue would meet your clit.

you didn’t know why he would be so into it, one simple ‘you’re doing so good’ and he would have you bent over against him, his cock already stiffing against your ass.

“mmm, c’mon baby.. you know what those words do to me..” steve would whine, sending soft slaps to your ass as you try to grip onto anything for dear life. his fat tip brushing and bruising repeatedly against your cervix.

it didn’t matter where the two of you were, if the praise was accidental or dirty. anything would get him turned on — especially coming from you.

“can you feel me stuffing you? how good i’m making you feel?” steve would ask, the filthy words slipping right out of his mouth as he thrusted up into you, bed shaking and sheets a mess.

“y-yeah..” you would whimper, bounces getting sloppy as your nails raked at his chest, sending red scratches throughout him. “making me feel so good, cock — fuck — filling me up so well, treating m-me so well..” the praises spilling out so naturally.

and with that, he would make himself spurt his cum right into you immediately, a long whiny moan leaving his lips just from the sweet praises that left your swollen mouth.

a/n; praying he survives the finale, but if he does go i will still continue to write for him idc <\3

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“don’t forget to breathe baby.” steve cooed, hearing your stifle moans pathetically escape your lips.

he had you on your stomach, ass in the air and legs spread wide open to see his mean nasty digits curl and pump into your needy hole. all for you can be “prepared”, prepared for his greedy cock that he was grinding against the sheets for friction.

steve’s always been big, it wasn’t no surprised to that, he radiates off of big dick energy. but, you didn’t think it would be much of a problem for the two of you — until it was.

when the two of you tried intercourse for the first time, he couldn’t get past your puffy lips. though when he fianlly did, you would instantly whine and say how it was too much, how you couldn’t take it, pulling your body away from him.

that would be a reoccurring issue between the two of you, and steve didn’t know how much blow jobs or hand jobs he could take before physical needing to be inside or you, to feel your tight walls helplessly clench around his girthy shaft.

so, one day he begged you to try again, yet this time he would finger you beforehand, letting you get use to the stretch your pussy desperately needed.

which brings you too right now, whining as he curled his fingers right at your g-spot, eyes rolling back as drool dribbled away from your lips and onto the pillow. your hips pitifully rolled against his hand, needing more.

“feeling extra needy tonight baby, hmm?” he cooed mockingly, squeezing one of your cheeks as he noticed your set rhythm. “don’t worry you’ll get what you want soon, just be extra patient with me.. gotta get you all prepared.” he mumbled, leaning in and sucking on the puffy need of your clit, flattening the bundle of nerves against his tongue.

your pussy couldn’t help but clench around his fingers, it was almost suffocating you. his pace ruthless as silk noises bounced around the walls from your inner thighs mixed with steve’s constant groans.

“stevie.. ‘m close..” you whined, almost a sob with how good he was making you feel.

“mkay sweetheart, come undone, wanna feel you clench around my fingers.” he encouraged, tongue lapping at your clit more harder now, feeling your gummy walls grip onto his fingers with your juices dripping down his knuckles. a satisfied moan left his lips, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean.

“sweet as always.. ready for my cock now? you’re gonna take it like a good girl like always, yeah?” he asked, sending a soft slap to your ass as you nodded helplessly.

though even after all that, he still had a tiny bit of struggle rutting into you, doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy getting you prepared though, cause that will forever be his favorite part.

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