Some bisexual facts since some of y’all don’t know how to write bisexuals and bisexuality
Most of us don’t label ourselves, sexuality is fluid and a misconception is that we’re cheaters, greedy or exclude trans and non binary individuals in our attraction, none of these things are true. They’re very harmful stereotypes placed on us by people that are trying to erase the bi/fluid/pan identity. At the end of the way we’re people not labels and labels have been given to us for the sake of helping non bi’s digest what we are in terms they can swallow.
Our sexuality doesn’t define us, and it’s not just a sexual/sex thing nor a personality trait
Bisexual isn’t 50/50 in attraction, as sexuality is a spectrum some of us prefer or are attracted to one gender/identity more than the other, this doesn’t mean we’re any less bisexual
Bisexuality doesn’t exclude attraction to trans individuals or non binary individuals, when it comes to love hearts not parts and when it comes to hooking up you’re hot im hot we can be hot together 👀 , doesn’t matter what someone has going on below the belt.
Bisexuality doesn’t have a certain look as some of y’all like to think it does
Just because we’re dating someone of the opposite or same gender doesn’t make us straight or gay, we’re still bi
The colors of the bi flag are pink purple and blue , they represent attraction to women, attraction to everyone in between , and attraction to men 💗💜💙
₊˚⊹ completely ruined | steve harrington x y/n
summary: after robin shows up at his game, steve leaves the baseball field in a panic and finds himself in a hospital room holding everything he’s ever wanted.
tags/warnings: mild teasing, pregnancy, hospital, post season 5, so much fluff, steve going lots of crying, henderson!reader
wc: ~6.5k
a/n: this can be read as part two to warmth in hawkins, (the timeline is just a little different) or as a standalone! hope you enjoy :)
───୨ৎ───
The baseball field buzzed with late afternoon noise, the low hum of parents talking in the bleachers and the sharp crack of a bat slicing through the air. Steve Harrington stood just outside the dugout, hands on his hips, trying very hard to look like a guy who had his head in the game.
He absolutely did not.
His thoughts kept drifting back to the house. Their house. The new one, still half-filled with boxes and that faint smell of fresh paint. The nursery they had spent weeks putting together. The tiny crib Steve had assembled himself, even though Robin had hovered nearby the entire time, deeply skeptical of his skills and loudly offering “constructive criticism.”
Robin was in town for the weekend, staying with them to help while Steve worked. She had insisted on it, claiming it was practical, but Steve had caught her more than once just standing in the nursery, staring at the walls like she was trying to memorize the moment.
Nothing had happened yet. No contractions. No signs. Just waiting. The kind that sat heavy in Steve’s chest and made every second feel loaded.
“All right, eyes on the ball,” Steve called to the kids on the field, clapping his hands. “Let’s go, we talked about this. You can’t just stare at the ball just hope it behaves.”
A few parents laughed. Steve managed a smile, then checked his watch again.
That was when tires screeched.
Steve looked up just in time to see a familiar car fishtail into the parking lot, pulling in way too fast. The engine cut off, the door flew open, and Robin Buckley came sprinting across the grass like she was being chased.
“STEVE,” she yelled.
His stomach dropped.
She didn’t slow as she reached him, bent over with her hands on her knees, sucking in a breath.
“Okay,” she said, pointing wildly back toward the car. “So. Not a drill. Her water broke.”
Steve blinked. “What?”
“She’s at the hospital,” Robin said. “Her mom took her. You need to go. Like, now.”
The world tilted.
“Right now,” Steve repeated faintly.
“Yes,” Robin said. “Now now. Go go go.”
Steve dropped the clipboard. The whistle clattered to the ground. He shouted something incoherent to the assistant coach and took off running.
Robin was already in the passenger seat by the time he reached the car.
“I am not okay,” Steve said as he started the engine.
“That tracks,” Robin said. “Drive.”
The ride felt unreal. Steve gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him upright.
“She was fine this morning,” he said. “We were folding baby clothes. She told me to stop refolding them because they were already folded.”
Robin smiled softly. “You did not listen.”
“No,” Steve said. “They were uneven.”
“You’re gonna be such a dad.”
He laughed, then immediately looked like he might cry. “I’m terrified.”
“I know,” Robin said gently. “But she’s okay. And you’re gonna be there.”
The hospital lights were blinding. Steve barely noticed anything except the sound of his own heartbeat as they rushed down the hall.
Then he saw her.
Y/n was sitting up in the bed, hair pulled back, face flushed but steady, still as beautiful as ever. Her mom stood nearby, worry etched deep into her features. The moment y/n’s eyes met Steve’s, her shoulders visibly relaxed.
“Steve,” she said.
He crossed the room in seconds and dropped into the chair beside her, taking her hand like it was instinct.
“Hey,” he said, voice thick. “Hey. I’m here.”
She smiled at him. “You look like you ran the whole way.”
“I would have,” he said, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Robin hovered near the door, arms crossed, eyes shining. She looked like she might burst from secondhand emotion alone.
Labor was long and exhausting in a way Steve hadn’t fully understood until he was living it. He stayed glued to y/n’s side, whispering encouragement, letting her squeeze his hand until his fingers went numb, completely unbothered.
“You’re doing amazing,” he told her again and again. “I mean it. You’re incredible.”
At one point, between contractions, she laughed breathlessly. “You’re gonna cry when she gets here.”
“I am already crying,” Steve said. “This is pre-crying.”
Hours later, when the room finally settled and the air felt different, Steve barely registered anything except the sound of a tiny, fragile cry.
Lily.
She was small and perfect and real. Steve stood frozen as y/n held her first, awe washing over his face.
“Steve,” y/n said softly. “Do you want to hold her?”
His breath hitched. “Me?”
“Yes,” she said. “You.”
The nurse guided Lily into his arms, and the moment her weight settled against his chest, Steve went completely still.
“Oh,” he whispered.
Her fingers curled into his shirt. Warm. Real.
“Hi,” Steve said quietly. “I’m your dad. I’m Steve. I’m probably gonna mess things up sometimes, but I swear I’m really good at loving people.”
Y/n watched him with a soft, knowing smile. She had never been more certain of anything in her life.
“She’s perfect,” Steve said, voice breaking.
“She is,” y/n said. “And so are you.”
Robin wiped at her eyes from the doorway. “I hate you both,” she muttered. “I am emotionally compromised.”
Steve hesitated, then carefully passed Lily back into y/n’s arms. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of the baby’s head like it was already second nature.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured. “I promise.”
Y/n smiled at him. “Go.”
Robin immediately crossed the room, hovering near the bed like she was afraid to breathe too loudly.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “She’s real.”
Steve stepped into the hallway, hands shaking as he wiped his face. He stared at the beige hospital phone for a second, then picked up the receiver.
He dialed from memory.
“Hello?” Dustin’s voice crackled through the line.
Steve swallowed. “Hey. Uh. Henderson.”
There was a pause. “Why do you sound like you just ran into traffic.”
Steve huffed a weak laugh. “Okay, so. Don’t freak out.”
“That sentence has never once been followed by good news.”
“She’s here,” Steve said. “The baby. She’s here.”
Silence.
“…Steve,” Dustin said slowly. “What.”
Steve smiled so hard his face hurt. “You’re an uncle.”
“You are lying,” Dustin said immediately. “You are lying for attention.”
“I am standing in a hospital hallway crying into a phone,” Steve said. “I wouldn’t lie about this.”
Another pause. Then, louder, “WAIT. YOU’RE SERIOUS.”
“Yeah,” Steve said, voice cracking. “Her name’s Lily. She’s perfect. I don’t even understand how that’s possible.”
“I’m coming,” Dustin said instantly.
“Yeah?”
“I’m getting in my car right now. I’m driving responsibly, but fast.”
Steve laughed, pressing his forehead against the wall. “Okay. We’ll be here.”
“Tell my sister I love her,” Dustin added, softer.
“I will,” Steve said. “I promise.”
He hung up and stood there for a moment longer, breathing, then headed back into the room.
The room stayed quiet for a while after that. Lily slept between them, chest rising and falling in soft, steady breaths. Steve barely moved, afraid the moment might break if he did.
Then the door flew open.
“OKAY. NO. THIS IS INSANE.”
Steve flinched.
Y/n laughed as Dustin Henderson burst into the room, hair wild, jacket half-on like he had forgotten how sleeves worked.
“You cannot just call someone and say ‘you’re an uncle’ and then hang up,” Dustin said, pointing at Steve. “That is emotional terrorism.”
Steve looked up at him, eyes red, smile immediate and soft. “Hey, man.”
Dustin stopped short, taking in Steve’s face.
“Oh,” he said quietly. “You’re crying.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah.”
Dustin opened his mouth, clearly ready with a joke, then glanced down at the bundle in y/n’s arms.
“…Is that her?”
Steve smiled. “Yeah. This is Lily.”
Dustin stepped closer, reverent despite himself. “She’s tiny. Why is she so small?”
“That’s rude,” Steve said weakly. “She’s perfect.”
Y/n smiled. “You want to hold her?”
Dustin’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not, I am not qualified.”
Steve laughed softly. “I wasn’t either and they still gave her to me. You’ll be fine.”
The nurse transferred Lily into Dustin’s arms. He froze.
“Oh my god,” Dustin whispered. “Steve. I am holding a tiny human.”
Steve wiped at his face. “I know.”
“I’m gonna teach her everything,” Dustin said quietly. “Science. D&D. How to not trust you.”
Steve laughed again, softer, crying harder. “You’re gonna be the coolest uncle.”
Robin sniffed loudly from the corner. “I cannot believe I’m witnessing this.”
Steve reached for y/n’s hand, squeezing gently.
“I love you,” he said, voice raw and unguarded. “Both of you.”
Y/n watched him with Lily, watched Dustin hover close, watched Robin pretend she wasn’t completely undone.
She knew it, with absolute certainty.
Steve Harrington was going to be the best dad in the world.
being dominant about consent
“you will tell me if something makes you uncomfortable.”
“can I touch you here, sweetheart?”
“would you like me to think for you for a bit, smart girl?”
“i will always take care of you. you can put your trust in me.”
“tell me your color, or i will stop.”
“tell me with words, or i will stop”
I am a Pillow Princess and I will tell you exactly what I want and need 💯🇺🇲🏳️🌈🍷
good girl..
there's nothing more adorable than a pretty girl with a praise kink.
i take her out on a date, we are sitting across each other at a restaurant. i look deep into her eyes and tell her just how flawless her makeup looks, how stunning the dress she picked is and how breathtaking her body looks in it. i watch her cheeks turn red, her laugh grows nervous, her words get more shy.
on the way home, i drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other drawing circles on her thigh. i keep feeding her little crumbs of approval: i laugh at her jokes, keep saying how funny and clever she is, how interesting i found that story she told me, how i could listen to her talk for hours. i observe how each compliment makes her muscles tense, her thighs press together.
we get to my place, i make sure she notices how i'm looking at her like i've been hunting her all evening, making sure she feels like a prey. i put my hands on her waist, pull her closer, and start whispering. i tell her just how much i crave her. how her scent is intoxicating. how i've never needed anyone the way i need her. her breathing gets more erratic, and the look in her eyes changes.
i say her body feels unbelievable as i tighten my grip, and a whimper falls from her lips.
i stuff my fingers into her mouth and tell her how good her tongue feels, then smile when i feel her starting to suck them more eagerly.
slip my hand beneath her underwear and let out a sigh when i feel how wet she already is. "such a good girl for me... getting yourself ready like this".
i slowly slide inside her and don't stop saying just how perfect she feels from inside, so warm, so tight. i let her know i am going insane with the way she's squeezing my fingers and watch how every word that leaves my mouth makes her squirm harder, whine louder, get more desperate and eager to please me, to show me how much of a good girl she really is, to make me proud to own her.
i keep making her cum again and again until her body is trembling, exhausted. her mind is completely clouded, unable to form a coherent thought. and yet, she keeps taking me like my personal little toy. she knows i'm addicted to how she sounds when she cums, and she needs to make me happy more than she needs air.
i wear her out completely, reshape her pretty little mind into my personal slut, addicted to pleasing me, addicted to the feeling of being praised by me, no desire in her mind being stronger than the one of being my good girl.
Cmon baby let me take care of you
yeah ok you’ve bent yourself over the pool table to tempt me, ass in the air, tits to the table, back arched, but what happens when I take the bait? what happens when I walk up behind you and tuck my hips against your ass and take hold of your hips to hold you still? what happens when suddenly you’re stuck bent in half? what happens when I tell you to take the shot, what’s distracting you? you started it baby, I’m just finishing it
That send a heart emoji game, but it better encompasses the complex feelings between queer mutuals/followers:
❤️~ I’m deeply in love with you even though we’ve never met Irl
🧡~ I have feelings for you but will never tell you that off anon
💛~ We’re just friends… unless?
💚~ I want to be you
💙~ We’re actually just good friends, but I would die for you
💜~ You’re hot and you intimidate me
🩵~ You’re so cool, and I genuinely want to be besties
🤎~Me, you, and a U-Haul?
❣️~ I don’t know if I hate you or if I’m attracted to you
❤️🔥~ Oil up
❤️🩹~ Please get help
💌~ Why do you live so far away? 😭
💔~ If we were married we’d get divorced in less than a year
🫀~ You make me go feral
♥️~ You’re my type
💘~ I would fight you in a Wendy’s parking lot
💞~ Enemies to lovers?
💗~ I want to start an intense platonic friendship with you
💓~ We would destroy each other
💕~ You’re my dear old friend (homosexual undertones)
💖~ I’m judging you ☕️
🫶~ We’re bros/besties, but if you asked me out, I wouldn’t necessarily say no…
🫰~ I antagonize you because I care <3
😘~ I have a crush on you, AND I want to be you
🥰~ Pay attention to me 🥺
💑~ Let’s be roommates 😉
🤍~ You scare me, and not in a hot way
🩶~ We would not get along
🖤~ I’m outside your window 😀
💟~ I’m afraid of messaging you first
Random nsfw ask game
😍 You're such a little freak (affectionate)
🕯️ You have a very comforting energy
🦴 You intimidate me
😳 Looking at you lustfully respectfully
🐇 I'll hunt you for sport (maybe I'm flirting)
💘 We match eachother's freak too well
💞 I'd let you do whatever you want to me
😘 Covering your face with kisses
💌 I'm too shy to message you first but you seem cool
🌸 I have a secret crush on you
🪱 Would you still love me, if i was a worm? :(
👠 Step on mee
🚬 I'm kidnapping you
🧸I volunteer to be your plushie
🐕 Petting you cause you're a good girl/boy
🎨 What color underwear are you wearing?
📷 Touching myself to your pictures
🫀 I want to fight you (sexual reasons)
🥊I want to fight you (you're annoying)
👩❤️💋👩 We should be roommates🏳️🌈
👁️ I'm outside your house
🦷 Biting you biting you biting you biting you-
🥃 Taking you to the gay bar
🤐 Touch grass
🌌 Let's go stargazing
🐟 Taking you on an aquarium date
🫄I WILL defy biology and get you pregnant
I need to humiliate a pathetic sub. I'll put a vibrator in her cunt and make her fuck me with a strap. Her hands tied behind her back, so she has to maintain balance while being overstimulated from the vibrator.
Her trying so hard to please me and find a rhythm while I pull on her leash to make her come closer to me, mocking her.
"Come on slut, what's wrong don't you want to please mommy? fuck me hard you slut. You're lucky I'm letting you fuck me. You're doing a horrible job, slut."
I'll flip us over and start to ride her, holding her down by her neck as she squirms under me.
"So useless and stupid, can't even please me correctly. That's it, let mommy use you like the slutty toy you are."
THIS IS A NEED
Swinging between I need to pin her to the wall and make her squirm as i hold a vibrator to her clit while i laugh meanly and finger her till she’s useless
AND
Letting a butch edge me until Im begging them to make me cum, moaning louder as they call me their good little whore as they smack my ass
There is NO in between
MEN AND MINORS DNI!!!
this post is about Sapphic relationships