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post-series steve who bought that house in forest hills where the two of you live together now :) and it happens to be the fourth of july. it's been hotter than hades outside and you don't have any concrete plans for the day except to beat the heat and maybe eat a hot dog or two
you're mostly just enjoying each other's company inside with some bruce springsteen playing in the background. at some point late in the afternoon a storm rolls in
a few weeks prior, steve spent the majority of the day working out on the porch building a swing. you supervised from the garden, the doorway, the living room window (staying close by just in case he needed help, of course). he measured and cut and hammered and drilled until eventually the two of you were the proud owners of a homemade porch swing. since then, you've both found just about every excuse to spend as much time out there as possible enjoying steve's latest home installment
so when steve hears the first roar of thunder, he's pulling a blanket off the couch and holding out his hand for you. you take it and follow him out onto the porch to admire the storm. the air is a little cooler now and the wind whips heavily around you. steve's hair doesn't stand a chance. the swing creaks a bit as the two of you settle in and get comfortable, rearranging your limbs on the cushions so that you're both tucked into each other. steve drapes the blanket over your bare legs and wriggles a hand underneath it to rest on your knee. his fingers flex against your skin every time there's a particularly big strike of lightning, but he sighs and snuggles in closer when the thunder inevitably follows. you stay like that until the clouds finally lift and the sun starts to peek back out again
by then it's early evening and steve assumes his role as grill master in the backyard, grilling up a few hot dogs and some vegetables (you're both trying for at least one green-adjacent thing on your plate every meal) for the two of you to share. you bring him an ice cold beer from the fridge as a token of your gratitude and deliver it with a kiss on the cheek that makes him flush hotter than the heat from the grill. he's appreciative and he tastes like beer and something sweet when he kisses you to say thanks. you hover a bit to admire the way his plush lips curl around the neck of the bottle, how his throat flexes as he swallows a sip..... which earns you another kiss when steve catches you staring
after hot dogs have been had and dishes have been cleared, the two of you gravitate back out to the porch swing like moths to a flame. there's a silent agreement that you'll spend the rest of your evening out here together (along with bruce springsteen again who somehow followed you outside to play quietly in the corner). this time you're laying more horizontally, steve slotting your body between his legs and pulling you back against his chest. the rise and fall of his breathing behind you is comforting and steve finds your hand to hold, fingers lacing together loosely. you're both quiet except to point out the fireflies that have started blinking in your front yard and how pretty the hydrangeas in your garden look
most of your neighbors are all at the fair for the fireworks show. you hear them before you see them, fizzles, pops, and thuds in quick succession that start to settle deep in your chest. steve readjusts so you can get a better view of the colors that begin to spread out just above the trees. they're faint from where you are, but they're still pretty and you love the way they light up steve's face in dim hues of red and blue. eventually your focus shifts fully onto steve, repositioning yourself to press your front into his and to weave a hand into his hair. other sparks start to fly as steve snakes a hand further down from your waist and presses your bodies closer before slotting your lips together for a sloppy kiss (or two... or three.....) <3
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I've been writing A LOT of summer blurbs and summer-themed stuff lately so i thought it would be fun to compile them all into one masterlist!! inspired by @holawdw's summer diaries fic rec list <3
steve harrington
friends with benefits scoops!steve (18+)
swim instructor!steve x single mom!reader (plus everything in their tag here)
swim teacher!steve
swim instructor!steve headcanons
lifeguard!steve | more lifeguard!steve
coach!steve
camp counselor!steve 1 | camp counselor!steve 2
getting ice cream with college student!steve and single mom!reader
alt!reader x scoops!steve
alt!reader sunbathing at scoops!steve's house (kind of a part two to the above)
gator tillman
going camping with ex!gator
going to the fair with gator
going to the beach with gator | follow-up: what if gator didn't know how to swim?
totally seeing steve being like βwhen daddy was younger i use to work hereβ at the ice cream shop to his baby; but all baby hears is like βdaddy can make ice cream π¨ β so for like a month straight his girls asking him to make her cotton candy ice cream
he would be so excited about it too. he would keep saying he's living out his Glory Days and he plays pretend ice cream parlor w his daughter every time he gives her dessert ππ bc no matter what that man is a sucker for his girls, regardless of what universe we're in
messing around with scoops!steve before his shift... send tweet
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mdni/18+ only
pairing: fwbs/scoops!steve
word count: 755
content/warnings: smut, grinding/humping, thigh fucking kinda?, little bit of dirty talk, sort of public sex but not rly
"Ohβ!"
A strong arm is pulling you β no, really, yanking you β into the Starcourt Mall bathrooms, causing you to nearly stumble off your feet had your mystery capturer not be so... steady. You yelp at the blur of Americana colors, eyes wide as none other than Steve Harrington pushes you up against the bathroom door, his palm pressing hot and heavy into the thick of your hip.
"What's your problem?" you hiss, craning your neck to make sure none of the stalls are occupied, "Did you lose my number and forget you can, like, call me to hookup? Like a normal person?"
"I've been busy," Steve mutters dismissively, fingers skirting under the hem of your shorts. He finds the soft fabric of your underwear easily, plucking the material teasingly against your skin. "I have a shift in 10. Do youβ can we do this now?"
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Part of your unspoken agreement with Steve is that you don't really talk β it's the convenience and mutual attraction that makes it work, and so you decide it's not your business if he's been busy or if he needs a quickie before he clocks in to his, apparently, arduous job slinging ice cream at Scoops Ahoy.
You don't answer, instead allowing your movements to provide the consent he's eagerly awaiting, reaching out to pull royal blue shorts down his legs. Steve swallows harshly, focusing on his own task at hand β getting you out of your shorts and underwear βΒ as you stroke at the hard length still hidden beneath his briefs.
He's leaking already, a small stain of pre-cum bubbling where his tip lays underneath the cotton material, and you lick your lips at the sight. If you had more time, you'd lower to your knees and mouth at him through the fabric. And maybe you would, but you're nearly positive that with the near-animalistic look on Steve's face right now, he would cum just from the feeling of your tongue suckling at his sensitive tip, even if obstructed by his underwear.
"I wasn't expecting to see you, I don't have a condom on me," Steve mumbles distractedly, and the back of your head hits the wooden door as his fingers swipe through your slit. Your underwear's hooked around your thighs, but you don't even care. His thumb finds your clit and you moan, eyes fluttering, unbothered by Steve's remark.
"Baby, you hear me?" he asks, but you know it's part of his game, because he only keeps pressing harder against your clit, circling tighter, faster. You can feel yourself breathing harshly, chest nearly concave as his broad frame crowds you in the most overwhelming sense, and all you can smell is Steve and sex.
"Lemme just fuck between your thighs," Steve says, and you're nodding quickly, tugging your underwear further down your thighs, "You're wet enough, baby, I'll slide right through. It'll feel so good, promise."
"Do whatever you want," you mumble, pulling him closer by the waistband to his briefs. He laughs breathlessly and nods. "Don'tβ don't care, just need to come, okay? Can you make me come?"
Steve murmurs out an uh-huh as he fixes his cock between your thighs, bumping up against your clit with every messy thrust. He's right, you are wet enough for him to glide in and out, and you can't imagine it feels as good as when he fucks your pussy but it must feel decent enough because his eyes are squeezed close, pretty groans falling from his swollen lips.
You knock your head forward, leaning it against his shoulder and he mumbles praise and a pet name, something to the effect of baby or sweet girl; you can hardly make sense of anything he's saying because all of your muscles are clenching, your pussy twitching helplessly as Steve tells you to make a mess all over his dick.
He's not far behind β he never is after watching you finish, and it's maybe one or two thrusts more before he's jerking his cock in his hand and spurting his cum over your mound, grunting out and biting his pink bottom lip. You watch him, in awe.
"Fuck," Steve says, swallowing loudly, "God, you're so fucking hot. Thank you."
You smile and lean back against the door, still catching your breath. "Any time, Steve. You know that," you reply, reaching forward to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. "Hope you have a good shift."
He chuckles humorlessly. "It'll definitely be a lot better now."
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I love that season so so much it feels like just yesterday
honestly seeing all these gifsets today and reflecting on all five seasons......especially with steve's character development and getting scoops troop plus the introduction of robin AND getting el and max's friendship scenes........i might have to say s3 is my ultimate fave. i can't believe it came out 7 years ago, i legit remember watching it when it came out so vividly </3
