and i, steve harrington, have the ball

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main: @harringtonlovebot

sfw fic blog: @hawkinsquarry

i write for: steve harrington

requests: closed, but headcanons and thoughts are welcome!

i won’t write: mommy kink, lactation kink, pregnancy, mom!reader/having a child, dd/lg, anything else i’m uncomfortable with that may not be listed here! i absolutely DO NOT write for real people -- this includes joe!

current fixations: high!Steve | knight!Steve

series: don’t delete the kisses (camboy!Steve); untitled series (friends with benefits!Steve)

finished: august writing challenge 2025

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oh god. yeah. knight!steve who knows where there’s a loose stone that he can remove to see right into your bedchamber. watches you get undressed and bathe. watches how you examine your body in your mirror, your skin softly lit by candlelight while your fingertips trace over your figure. lightly skimming across your nipples and down between your legs. strains his ear to see if you moan his name when you touch yourself.

he wonders if you know. because when you see him during the day, you always give him this look. a smirk that’s a little too all-knowing. and he swears you sway your damn hips when you walk by… which only fuels his devotion for you.

cw for dubcon under the cut!

That boy would drop everything. He’s so whipped he’s my favorite 💞💞💞

I also imagine reader loses all her gusto when he bursts through her door short of breath and backs her against a wall bc 🤭🤭🤭🤭omg hiiii (twirling my hair & my knees are jello)

I ❤️ desperate Steve SORRY

WAAAAHHHH SO TRUE!!!

you’re bored and sort of feeling like a tease because steve’s getting a little more vulnerable and a little more obvious about his genuine attraction to you. and you’re like 85% sure he has plans when you pick up your phone and call him. he answers quickly, breathlessly, like maybe he’s just gotten back from a run.

this is a vision that has your thighs pressing together.

“hi,” you say softly, twirling your finger in the phone cord. “i’m over here all alone… feeling a little bored… thought maybe you’d want to come over and kiss?”

there’s a long pause. it makes you panic, like you need to backtrack.

“yeah,” he finally says. “uh — yeah. let me — give me, uh, five — no, twenty.”

now you’re REALLY panicking. running around and shoving shit under your couch and finding something cute to put on. lighting candles for the ambience. trying to find a nice record to make out to.

he knocks on the door just a few minutes late, his cheeks pink.

you’re so shy it’s painful.

“thought you said twenty minutes,” you say, just to break the ice.

steve laughs lightly, then wastes no time in getting past the threshold and cupping your face in his big, warm hands. he smells fresh, his hair still damp from the shower that he sped through. he backs you up until your back hits the nearest surface and stares into your eyes with such intensity that you fear you may melt.

“you know how long i’ve waited for a call like that?”

you shake your head.

“since the first time we….”

I’m all ears

getting this off my chest….