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lev ⟡ 20s ⟡ she/her ⟡ writer ⟡ ao3 ⟡ 18+ only
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MCU | steve rogers, bucky barnes
Stranger Things | eddie munson, steve harrington
DC | clark kent
Misc. | ransom drysdale, frank adler, andy barber, headcanons
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ongoing projects ⟢ rules of the crawl (s.h.) | troubled cure (e.m.)
upcomingprojects ⟢ my habit (c.k.) | midnight blue (s.h.)
currently on loop ♬.ᐟ living together by bee gees
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requests are open. feel free to use these prompts or your own!
‘everybody talks’ was so cute i shed a tear at the end a little !!
thank you so much love :)))
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the rumor going around the moms of the hawkins little league team is that coach steve harrington is single. it's a good thing you don’t partake in petty small-town gossip.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: coach!steve, singlemom!reader, established (secret) relationship, piv sex, overstimulation, pleasure-dom!steve, multiple orgasms, prone/headlock+light choking, rough sex, teasing banter, possessive dirty talk, light/pretend jealousy, light degradation, pet names, aftercare, angst abt being a single parent, fluff, brief child's pov, happy ending (6.4k)
𝐚/𝐧: started as dumb smut, somehow ended up with plot and angst. story of my life.
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The resounding rumor in the Hawkins Little League baseball program—more specifically, among the women who occupy the third row of bleachers at Elm Street Ballpark every Tuesday and Thursday—is that Coach Steve Harrington is single.
Very single.
“There’s just no way,” Sharon McIntyre sighs for the third time this inning. She squints toward the field, shading her eyes with one hand like she might be able to spot a wedding ring from home plate. “I mean, look at him. Nobody looks like that coaching a little league team.”
“I’m telling you, Shar,” Kelly Dunlop chimes in, iced coffee rattling in her hand. “My sister works mornings at the diner. She says he comes in all the time. Always alone. No ring, no girlfriend, nothing. If he had someone, she’d know.”
DEAR GOD. THIS IS JUST WHAT I NEEDED 😩
⛓️ pleeeease 🥺
hi nonnie! here’s a snippet from my very rough draft of prof!dom!steve
18+ mdni!
“House rules are posted everywhere,” Steve says, gesturing to the framed sign on the wall. “Safewords are mandatory. We use the stoplight system. Red stops everything. Yellow means slow down or check in.”
“I know that part,” you say quickly, then wince. “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”
He smiles, calm and assured. “It’s okay. I like that you’ve done your homework.”
Heat immediately rushes to your face. You find yourself straightening just a touch, suddenly conscious of him in a way you weren’t before. If Steve notices the change in your posture, he graciously doesn’t comment.
“You’re allowed to ask me anything, by the way,“ he adds gently. “I’m an open book.”
You hesitate, then lower your gaze slightly. "Do you… play here a lot?”
“A few nights a week,” he responds with an easy nod. “Some weeks more. Some less.”
“With strangers?”
“Occasionally. Mostly people I already know. Or people who come recommended.”
Your flush deepens. “Like me?”
His smile is slow, knowing. “Like you.”
from my wip ask game <3
the abba champagne scene from starlight, calling lives in my head rent free 24/7 i love ur writing so much!!!
you know what nonnie? i was just listening to that playlist. whole thing takes me back 🥹
Byler this, cutgate that. The real betrayal is that they baited us into believing we'd get to see Steve Harrington fight monsters with a chainsaw and then all he did was do some home improvement for the demogorgon edition of Home Alone.
hi! i just wanted to say that you’re my all-time favorite steve writer. you’re so, so, so good!!! i think your perception of him is so beautiful and accurate, it’s honestly insane.
so i was wondering— and only if you’re willing to share about it—what was your writing process like when you first started writing for steve?
as a reader, i think one of the coolest things about fanfiction is when you can read a scene/dialogue and pratically see/hear the character, which happens a lot when i read your work.
and as a beginning writer, i feel like i struggle a lot coming up with steve’s dialogue/thoughts/mannerisms because i’m always afraid of accidentally mischaracterizing him (or making him just another victim of the tumblr-male-character-recipe, y’know?).
so, i always wondered how great, wonderful writers like you started their own writing processes.
i’m sorry if this question is inappropriate or if you already answered this!
i adore u <333 muah muah muah
hi lovely! this is such a sweet, wonderful question—not inappropriate at all! massive ramble incoming:
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the rumor going around the moms of the hawkins little league team is that coach steve harrington is single. it's a good thing you don’t partake in petty small-town gossip.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: coach!steve, singlemom!reader, established (secret) relationship, piv sex, overstimulation, pleasure-dom!steve, multiple orgasms, prone/headlock+light choking, rough sex, teasing banter, possessive dirty talk, light/pretend jealousy, light degradation, pet names, aftercare, angst abt being a single parent, fluff, brief child's pov, happy ending (6.4k)
𝐚/𝐧: started as dumb smut, somehow ended up with plot and angst. story of my life.
. * ✦ . ˚ ✦ .
The resounding rumor in the Hawkins Little League baseball program—more specifically, among the women who occupy the third row of bleachers at Elm Street Ballpark every Tuesday and Thursday—is that Coach Steve Harrington is single.
Very single.
“There’s just no way,” Sharon McIntyre sighs for the third time this inning. She squints toward the field, shading her eyes with one hand like she might be able to spot a wedding ring from home plate. “I mean, look at him. Nobody looks like that coaching a little league team.”
“I’m telling you, Shar,” Kelly Dunlop chimes in, iced coffee rattling in her hand. “My sister works mornings at the diner. She says he comes in all the time. Always alone. No ring, no girlfriend, nothing. If he had someone, she’d know.”
how do you think steve feels about the scars he has from the demobat attack and everything else he’s been through? we see steve struggle with self esteem at points in the series so i feel like the scars would bother him. i love your writing and would love to hear your take on this because you write steve so well!
ohh big smooches to you! this is exactly the kind of thing I love to write abt :) also requested by this anon
warnings: emotional hurt/comfort, discussions of scars, pain, body image, brief depiction of sex | 1.5k
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The first time you really notice it, it’s early June.
Coconut sunscreen and cut grass. Hot concrete that stings the soles of your feet if you stand in one spot too long.
Steve’s pool glows that impossible chlorine blue, the surface wobbling under the constant splash of bodies jumping in without warning.
The backyard is pure chaos: laughing, shouting, Springsteen blaring from Lucas’ boombox, Dustin yelling something dramatic about the burgers burning in the fiery pits of hell.
You sit on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in, toes dragging lazy ripples across the water.
It’s the first real heat wave of the year. The first day shirts come off without anyone thinking twice about it.
Steve had taken his off earlier.
Stripped it away without hesitation, kicking off his sneakers and grinning at you over his shoulder. The sun hit his skin and he didn’t even flinch. Just stood there for a second, eyes closed, soaking it in, like it felt good. Like it reminded him of something familiar.
Then he dove in the pool. Perfect form, made a whole show of it.
That was maybe an hour ago.
Afterward, he went inside to refill the lemonade pitcher.
He hasn’t come back since.
i just need you to know sugar honey love was the best steve harrington fic/smut i have ever read. period. oml
thank you darling!! i miss them sm 😞
HEY. I came here to be titillated and fucked silly by Steve. Why am I about to cry at the epilogue???? 🫵🏻 your fault!!!
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