#momma steve

A July 2023 celebration of Hawkins's favorite single mother, Steve Harrington, and the relationship he has with his kids!

Brought to you by my beloved mutual Kat, @lovefrom-theother-side, and me, @sexybabystevie!

Rules and Info restated below the cut.

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Smut to Fluff

Summary: After the events at Starcourt mall, Steve looks to you for some patching up.

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: Dubcon (under drug influence), established relationship, slightly drugged!steve, implied nonconsensual drugging, implied violence, thigh riding, hand job, p in v (unprotected), spit kink, creampie, uniform kink, breeding kink, doggystyle, missionary, hair pulling, biting, kissing, mommy kink, spit kink, spit as lube, minor moment of genital licking, slight choking, some sub!steve and softdom!reader dynamics

You sat anxiously on your couch, biting the knuckle of your index finger as you await his return. You received a suspicious call from Steve not too long ago that sounded as if he were in some kind of danger and he wanted to say his final goodbyes to you. It frightened you to say the least. He’d hung up before you got the chance to ask for his whereabouts. All you could do is wait, anticipating that somehow the cops would find him safe.

There’s a knock on your door. You immediately hopped off your seat and gunned for the door knob. Swinging the door open, you smile brightly only for it to fall just as quick. Sure, your lovable idiot stood there in your doorway but he was bruised and beaten.

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Oh my god. What the hell happened to you?”

Taking his hand, you lead him inside and shut the door behind you. He immediately wraps his arms around you, nose nuzzling in your hair to sniff your scented shampoo.

“I missed you.” He giggles, speech slurred.

“Baby, what is it that you aren’t telling me? Did you get kidnapped by the cartel or something?”

“I’m fine.” He says, clumsily seating himself on the couch. “Sit with me.” He pouts.

“Steve, how could you expect me to throw this under the rug? You scared me half to death calling me like you were dying. Then, you show up at my door drugged and bloodied,” Your voice begins to quiver, tears streaming down your face. “I thought I’d lose you.”

You sunk down onto the seat beside him, your head in your hands as you sobbed. Then, you began to feel Steve nudging the side of your arm with his head. You turned to look at him, baffled.

“Can you take care of me, mommy?” He gives you the ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

You sighed only you couldn’t help but laugh as well. “What am I gonna do with you? Wait right here, baby. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

You went into the closet in your hallway, retrieving the kit and made your way back to Steve. He kicked his legs, innocently, waiting for you. Standing in front of him, between his legs, you tear the alcohol pad from its packet.

“This is gonna sting.” You place the pad over the abrasion near his eyebrow. He hisses, wincing at the sting and you winced along with him in sympathy.

You continued to tend to his wounds, examining his face. Hand cupped under his chin, you found yourself admiring his beauty. He glanced at you through his lashes, pink lips slightly parted. His scoops ahoy uniform wasn’t helping deter your desire for him. He just looked so pure. So innocent.

You bent low, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Hardly adding pressure, you allowed your lips to linger there before slowly parting away. His lips are half puckered and eyes still closed when your face comes back into his view. He looks at you, lust present in his gaze.

“Can I have you tonight?”

“You’re hurt. You need rest. And I’m not sure if we should do this while you’re still high.”

“I know what I want,” He presses his cheek to your stomach, wrapping his arms around your hips. “I need to be inside you. Please make me feel good, mommy.”

You run your fingers through his hair and he cuddles deeper against your tummy. You yank the ends of his hair forcing him to look up at you, arms still tightly secured around your hip.

“You want mommy to make the pain go away?” You say, pushing aside a curl that fell over his right eye.

He nods. “Yes mommy.”

That was all the confirmation you needed. Unraveling his arms around you, you shoved him. His back hits against the couch backrest.

He stares up at you in anticipation. You remove your clothes, standing fully naked before him. You kneel on leg after the other, straddling his thigh. A pant leg is risen on the thigh you sat on so that your bare core made direct contact with his flesh. You were extremely wet. He swore he could feel your hot cunt pulsating against him. Grounding yourself hard against his slightly hairy thigh, you capture his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, your tongues exploring each other’s depths. His large hands squeezes your sides tightly to guide you over him. You knew you’d find the bruisings in the morning.

Your moans were in sync, getting lost in your own realm of pleasure, eyes closed to savor the moment. The exchange of saliva between you two was sloppy and erotic. It was exactly what he needed from you. Your hand is on his chest, fingertips brushing his exposed chest hairs.

The noise of your slick as you glided up and down his thigh filled the quiet space between you. You both could hardly speak with all your mouths wished to do was swallow each other.

Anticipating his need for your attention to be directed elsewhere, you slide your hand down his chest to reach the front of his pants. You waste no time shoving your hand down his pants and underwear. You whip out his cock from his trousers, immediately cranking your hand around the base.

He groans into the kiss when you came back up to the tip and squeezed hard. Your kisses growing so animalistic, you’re worried that blood would be drawn.

You pull away, his bottom lip between your teeth, letting it go by tossing your head back lightly. You take one of his hands and bring it up to your mouth, spitting in his palm. You lead his hands to grip around his hard length, moving it up and down and applying your saliva all over it.

“Keep touching yourself like that, baby. I’ll get off on your thigh.” You mewled. Placing both hands on the leg for support, you dig your nails into the skin and rode for dear life. He watches you, mouth open as he panted and jacked himself harder at the sight of you. He felt proud of himself knowing he’d made you this soaked from just humping his thigh.

You stares intensely at one another, foreheads pressed against each other as you feverishly pleasure yourselves.

Not being able to take it anymore, you pull off of him and get on all fours in the seat beside him. Pressing your face against the seat cushion, you awaited his next move. He knew exactly what you wanted. Kneeling behind you, he brings his head between your legs, licking one long stripe up your pussy. You whimpered at this, rolling your hips back in his direction to signal your impatience. He rests his hands on either side of you hips. You take initiative to shove a hand down your body, reaching for his length to guide his tip against your glistening entrance.

Steve pushes agonizingly slow into your warm cave. You feel the pressure of being split open, your mouth falling open at the sensation. His mouth, also, hung open before letting out a drawn out groan.

Sitting back on his knees and taking you along with him, his hands slam you down against his length hard. You saw stars as the tip began to hit deliciously against your spongy button at this new angle. You back is flushed against his chest and he takes the opportunity of access to your body, snaking an arm around your neck to hold you against him so you wouldn’t fall over. His other hand slides between your legs, spreading your folds to toy with the sensitive nub.

Neither of you could say a word from how euphoric it felt to be joined together. You bit your lip, eyes shut as you focus on his hard cock hitting deep within you. Damn, he felt so good.

His hips slapping against your ample bottom echoed around the room competing with your cries.

You were getting carried away in this position. You didn’t want to cum yet. Not without seeing his face and seeing him fuck you from above in his uniform.

You patted his thigh, a nonverbal communication you’d both picked up when you wanted things stop. He immediately pulls of your body, concerned that he’s hurt you.

Instead, you showed him you weren’t planning on stopping, laying down on your back against the seat cushions and beckoning him to climb on top. He attempts to remove his shirt unaware that it was what you needed from him.

You yank the bottom of his shirt, causing him to fall forward hands place on either side of your head so his full weight isn’t on you. Intertwining your hand in his hair, you run your tongue over his lips while the bottom soles of your foot dug into his ass forcing him to slip deep inside your pussy once again.

He pumps desperate, deep thrusts into your quaking core, too needy to pull out too far from your warm embrace. Faint squelching sounds as he sloshed around inside you, wrecking your ridged walls.

You’re captured in yet another desperate kiss. It’s brief but once you break away a string of saliva connecting your lips is present only to break off once he focuses his eyes between your bodies. His eyes darkening at the view of his dick painted in your creamy white arousal, cunt swallowing him hungrily.

One hand was up his shirt clawing at his back while your other hand dug its nails into his ass cheek, urging him deeper and deeper into you. He hits your cervix over and over. His pelvis so close to your own that it gave the perfect friction against your clit.

His lips find your neck, sucking at the flesh. It’s too much stimulation for you. Soon, you’re cumming hard against him, convulsing like a woman possessed while clutching onto his shirt and the dick inside you for dear life.

“Can I cum in you? Wanna make you mommy. Pump you full of my kids.” He whines.

Your hand is now pulling at his hair while the other one, grips his shoulder. Looking deep into each other’s eyes and swallowing each other’s moans. You spread your legs wider. You wanted him to breed you. You were ready to be bound to him as his and his only.

“Cum in me please, Stevie. Go on and fill mommy up with your cum.” You cried out.

He pounds harder and shallower in you, practically just rocking himself in your ocean. Then, you got to witness the beautiful sight of his back arching and he cums, coating every inch of your walls. This sends you into another orgasm as you felt him throb against you. You’re milking him dry for all he’s worth.

“Fuck.” He trembles, propped up on his elbows still not wanting to drop his full weight on you but you being him down, hugging him against you. He’s still inside you, softening but you won’t dare allow him to leave.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” You whisper near his ear. “I never want to know a life without you, Steve. Even if you’re not ready to tell me what’s going on. Please just be careful.”

He turns his head so your faces were up-close, noses touching. “I promise to tell you everything in the morning. Just hold me for now. You don’t know how scared I was thinking I’d never live to see you again. The thought alone nearly killed me itself.”

You hold him tighter. “You’ll never have to worry again. I’ll always be with you. I mean that.”

You ended the night cuddled on the couch, reflecting on your relationship and just how important it meant to Steve that he remained alive to be in your life. He’s determined to have that family with you he’s always dreamt about.

Steve(in the living room): WHAT?!

Dustin:I CAN'T FIND MY DICE FOR HELLFIRE!

Steve:ASK YOUR DAD!

Eddie:THEIR IN THE VAN!

Dustin:THANKS DAD!

Steve: hi, Hungry, I’m dad.

Dustin, tearing up: did you just make a dad-joke?