#I also really really wanted to draw small baby robin

[abisalli]

bring your kid to work day 

★bonus:  he’s impressed 

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #robin (dick grayson) #justice league #superman #clark kent #hal jordan #wonder woman #dc comics #my art #digital art #this came to me in a dream #love the idea of Bruce just taking his kids to league meetings and everyone's like '?? ok ig??' #I also really really wanted to draw small baby robin #batfamily

[madxyy]

Tender morning

| pairings: steve x reader

| summary: just a rainy tender morning with your boyfriend <3

| warnings: steve being cute, fluff fluff fluff, touching wrists, robin mentioned once, baby and babe used, a lot of warmth, reader also being cute

author's note: ummm....hi

He presses delicate kisses along the hill of your shoulder, pillowy bow-like lips cascading down your back and cherishing the warm doughy flesh while soft affectionate whispers push past his pink lips. His serene breathing was warmly hitting your skin making the goosebumps on your skin pebble up. Honey brown hair gently scratches against your shoulder as he traces the top of your spine with the tip of his nose. The bedsheets crinkle as he presses himself further against you. One arm snaking around your stomach, drawing you in and tangling your limbs underneath the cool duvet. The feeling of his toned and hairy chest brushes against your back, earning a soft chuckle to escape your lips. His lips quirk at the sound and his drowsy hazel eyes glaze over at you. The sound of your chuckle made his heart throbbed in delight. God he swears he wants to hear that noise for the rest of his life.

“I knew you were awake,” he murmurs against your skin.

A smile forms on your lips, “no you didn’t.” 

You can hear shuffling behind you. He moves closer to you, the hand on your stomach moves and places itself in front of it, his palm pressing against the mattress. He lifts himself up while he starts to lean over your shoulder. He greets you with his classy steve harrington smile, this smile—as well as most of his smiles—was one reserved for you and you only. He always welcomed you back into reality with his sleepy and tender lopsided smile. That smile that you will always adore for the rest of your life.

“Let's lie and say I did, okay?” he says playfully, his voice still leaking with tiredness since the hoarseness is still lingering. Despite him being tired, that never stopped him from being affectionate. his eyes were already admiring and taking you in, he thought you were so beautiful in the morning, it always took his breath away. The funny thing is that you were doing the same exact thing. His mused brown hair waving at you as the breeze from the barely cracked window hits it, pink cheeks, hazy hazel eyes that makes your heart skip a beat each time you always see him for the first time since you cracked your eyes open. 

You forgot about his question and also forgot that you were “supposed” to respond with a witty or teasing comment since it was part of your routine each time you woke up next to him. The room filled with white noise of admiration. The only sound that can be heard is the rain pitter pattering against the windows, the overcast cloudy and gray, and the room taking in the musky scent of the outside since the window was cracked open a bit. The small breeze coming into the room breezes against you, not really feeling the breeze since you were basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. It was blissful. The cold breeze had nothing against you both, even that’s not enough to draw you both back into your senses.

He noticed you admiring him as well and he can’t help but tease you. The smile on his lips starts to form into a grin. He playfully rolled his eyes, “y’know if i wanted to be stared at, I could’ve just gone to work today.” He looks back at you, the same grin on his face. His voice snapped you out of your daze and it took you a few short moments to remember what he said before you rolled your eyes back at him and started to turn so you're now facing him, hands pressed underneath your cheek and pillow. Peering up at him with soft eyes and a small amusing smile, “oh, really?” you raise your eyebrows at him. “You only get stared at by robin each time you do anything stupid, babe…and that’s most of the time - according to her.” He scoffs and waves a dismissive hand at the mention of his best friend's name. He starts to sink back down against the cool duvet. The hand that waved slithers back down and around your back, drawing you closer to his chest. “First of all, don’t listen to robin okay? she likes to tell lies and yada, yada, yada…” he says the yada yada yada part with his free hand, opening and closing it like it’s talking while he bounces his head side to side to emphasize his point causing his hair to bounce along with his movement. The small single strand of hair pokes out of his hair after his bouncing, now the lonely strand hangs in front of his forehead. A soft chuckle bubbles in the back of your throat while rolling your eyes again, always loving his dramatics.

“Oh, I'm most certainly going to listen to robin because I know for a fact that she’s right," you said teasingly. It was like you just said the most absurd thing to him because once those words left your lips, his eyes widened and his mouth parted. Oh no, you knew where this was going and you were going to love every second of it. He was feigning being hurt before shaking his head and releasing a scoff. “Wow, just side with her instead of siding with your charming boyfriend, I get it.” he shrugs, pretending to shrug the hurt off. You chuckled and rolled your eyes again at him for the third time, your hands reaching out for him but he dodges away from your soft touch, trying to keep his act up. “no, no, no, i get it…” he murmurs while bouncing his head lightly like he’s just understanding something. You shake your head again, an amusing smile growing on your lips before moving your hands to cup his chin, gently putting a halt to his movements. He stops and looks over at you with warm eyes, biting back his grin.

“When are you going to stop being an idiot, steve harrington?” 

He pretends to ponder. Your hand on his chin restraining him from fully looking to the side (not like he wanted your hand to be anywhere else but touching him) so he settles to wander his eyes to the side with pursed lips. His beautiful and kissable lips. He lets out a considerable “hmmm,” dragging the mmm’s. Meanwhile, your eyes were gazing at him like he was the personification of love. And to you, he was, no matter what anyone says. His gaze lands back to you, making your heart skip a beat. 

Steve shrugs nonchalantly, “Maybe if I get my morning kiss then maybe…I mean I don’t know,” his hand slowly creeps up and moves towards your hand that’s holding his chin. Fingertips gently brush against the inside of your wrist before his warm and rough hands encircle your wrist, his thumb softly stroking the part where the thumb meets your wrist. The touch itself was leaving warm sparks on your skin, smiling at him. He leans closer until the tip of his nose brushes against yours making you let out a keen hum from the small but tender affection. “I'll think about it,” he whispers gently. Steve's eyes darted down to your beautiful and tantalizing lips that he has been wanting to kiss since he first woken up and saw you laying down beside him, looking so idyllic, but he’s a gentleman–at times–so he waits for your permission.

His gentle breath fanning against your parted lips. The corners of your mouths tugging up as you start to lean closer to him, brushing your lips against his, “fine” you whisper. “But you better be thinking about it,” the corners of his lips tugs up into a smirk, his eyes diverted from your lips to your eyes. Your eyes that always makes that blossoming warmth boil in his heart and chest. Tender eyes with a tinge of playfulness behind them. The classic Steve Harrington look. The gaze he gives you is so affectionate that it makes your heart feel syrupy. “Oh, cross my heart and hope to die babe,” he whispers back playfully while he gently lets go of your wrist. His hand migrates to the right side of your face, cradling it with his big and warm hands, slowly bringing you closer and closer until his lips are pressed against yours.

Just like always, it’s a flurry of love, respect, adoration, affection, and infatuation. The kiss was unhurried and dawdled. You both wanted this kiss to last because you know it would soon be ephemeral and you would both have to swim out of each other’s affection and breathe in reality once again. You both were deeply enamored with another. Each and every time he kisses you, it always reignites that warmth in the underbelly of your heart. That warmth he promised from day one that he would try his best to keep, and he has never broken that promise. He sighs softly into the kiss like it was a breath of relief to finally kiss you. The pad of his thumb strokes your cheek up and down in a slow and featherlight touch. You sigh back softly into his lips. One of your hands moving to the side of his nape, gently caressing the underside of where his ear and jaw meets. It was his turn to keen into the kiss, making you both smile warmly against pressed lips. This could go on ad infinitum, because both of you kept caressing each other’s lips, meeting overs and overs again, never wanting to leave one another but unfortunately you both were growing breathless and needed to pull away for oxygen. 

The first one to pull away was you followed by Steve chasing your lips, but then his movements stuttered once he realized that he also needed to breathe so he leaned his forehead against yours, noses brushing against one another delicately. His hand stayed on the right side of your face, caressing the doughy skin before his other hand came up and did the same. The caresses made a warmth creep onto your cheeks and both of your chests were swelling with bliss and felicity. Your hand moved away from his face to gently encircle both of his wrists, caressing the inside with the utmost care and gentleness. Both of you bathed quietly into each other’s love and drowned into it. The feeling of being with him and the feeling of being with you was ineffable to you both. No words, poems, movie references, or songs can describe this feeling. You both just know that you love being together and love each other wholeheartedly and that’s all that matters. 

“Never stop being an idiot, Steve harrington,” you whisper.

His lips tug into a warm, gooey smile. He leans closer, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“Wasn’t planning to, baby.”

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #boyfriend!steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #joe keery #tenderness #sweet

[gatitties]

Hi 👋😊.

I just had this a idea for almost a whole  year and it about a young teen female Reader who have a father figure or mother figure from the pirate they like the most but~~ I want them to be the older version from the future like when they are at the age of 40 or 60 . ( Strawhat pirates & white beard pirates & kid pirates) 

And if you don't write about the whitebeard pirate's it okay .instead of it I would like it to be the heart pirates 😊♡.

Edited!\ take your time okay, love your writing by the way👋😊♡

─Strawhats, Heart Pirates, Kid pirates & Whitebeard Pirates x teen!fem!reader (Platonic)

─Summary: some headcannons with your mother/father figure and the rest of the crew

─Warnings: the characters are older, like in those 40/60 year old drawings (reference)

Well yes I write for whitebeard and as a bonus you will have all four crews, ty!! ;)

─ You're like the baby of the crew, no matter how strong or smart you are, for them it's like a duty to keep you safe even though you don't need it.

─ Luffy, Chopper and Usopp are your best allies when you get bored and want to play or play a joke on others, although they are not so young for their usual games they can always make a small exception for you.

─ As for family roles… Sanji was like a father to you, he was the most attentive to everything, he controlled that you had a balanced diet, that you hydrated, and he made sure that nothing and nobody could bother you or harm you, physically or mentally.

─ This cook already has an age and a past that makes him want to protect every possible child, and despite the fact that you were not a child, in his eyes it still seemed that you were 5 years old and not 13.

─ You called him 'dad' once by accident and he cried after you left the room.

─ Sometimes he just walks into your room to tell you something random "did you know that swordfish can swim up to 100 km/h? They are great hunters" and leaves without saying anything else, he doesn't even wait for you to answer, "Close the door!" of course he never closes the door after that.

─ You spend a lot of time in the kitchen and he teaches you to make your favorite dishes.

─ Despite being forty years old, the fights with Zoro won't stop, and he always puts you in the middle to give him support, "yellow looks much better" "green is better, it doesn't look like piss" "Of course not, honey, what do you think about this? Yellow is better isn't it?" "I guess?" "Ha! see, my little girl is always right marimo"

─ Franky and Brook are like the uncles who spoil you.

─ Now… if you're looking for who won to be your mother figure, the award went to Nami, despite not being as young as before and having lived more adventures, she will never stop being like a scared cat and tends to separate you from danger when she sees it.

─ She earned most of your affection pretty quickly.

─ Typical mother who makes you save as much as possible, she'll lend you her old clothes if still in good condition, "this shirt suits you better than it did when I was your age, you'll be a beautiful girl when you grow up!"

─ Although she doesn't mind pampering you a bit if she wants, it's practically difficult for her to deny you something if you really want it, overall, she can always put others in debt to get more money.

─ Lots of relaxing baths with her and Robin, you like to gossip about everything you see when you stay on an island for a while.

— Many moments of shopping together, it doesn't matter if you like it or not, she will simply drag you down because she needs the opinion of someone younger to stay "in fashion".

— She'll also teach you everything she knows about cartography and navigation.

— Father figure Law lives under stress, his night schedules are still as shattered as when he was young and now he has a teenager under his wing to care for.

─ He is very strict with everything, he wants you to maintain a healthy life so you will have many restrictions, ranging from not spending much time inside the submarine to correcting your posture when you're sitting wrong. "You look like a shrimp sitting like this, correct your posture or you'll have back pain" "You look like an emo in your forties and nobody says anything to you" "…"

─ He's worried because teenagers are so carefree and stupid sometimes, he'll have Bepo supervise when he can't.

─ You have many arguments with him for small things, but don't worry, if he punishes you Shachi and Penguin are the uncles who get you out of trouble.

─ This duet with you by their side only means one thing to Law and it's headache.

─ Whenever you're in a bad mood, the crew jokes that Law has infected you with his continual sulking disease, and that now you are like father and daughter.

─ Law is a proud dad inside of him, he won't show that he is proud of you out loud, but in his mind he has you as someone smarter than half the crew.

─ He will teach you everything he knows about medicine, unless you don't like it or are too squeamish about operating or dissecting, however you are required to learn everything about basic first aid.

─ Ikkaku is the only woman on the whole ship so she was the mother figure who helped you not go crazy among so many men and an adorable bear.

─ You're always welcome in the kitchen to help or observe, but mostly to gossip, sometimes Bepo joins.

─ She has small details with you, like buying some matching pendants or bracelets, she also likes to comb your hair with different styles, definitely your personal hairdresser.

─ Unlike Law, Ikkaku will always let you know that she's proud of you for any little thing, like if you've only managed to take down a few guys on your own without help and will yell in mid-battle "Well done, that's my girl!"

─ God bless you with this crew because you will not have a day off, just because they have aged doesn't mean that they are not as chaotic as before.

─ Although they will respect you, you are not in this crew for nothing, and also, all these guys are afraid of an angry teenager with little hours of sleep. "Dude, shut the fuck up if you don't want me to insert this knife as a new piercing in your forehead" "Yo… ok, chill kiddo"

─ The closest thing to a mother figure that you found was Heat, because he was the one who acted the most like a mother hen with you, apparently he was the most concerned about your physical integrity because he was at that age of wanting children and you were the closest to that.

─ It's not like he was depriving you of potentially lethal weapons for a teenager, but he was more afraid of what people would do with someone young like you.

─ Because being in this crew most of the time means fighting and going to clubs, so yeah, he always had an eye on you just in case some nasty person tried something weird with you.

─ Wire always took care to relax Heat when you'd rather just walk around the village than be in a bar because you weren't much of a fan of drinking alcohol at your age. "What if she gets kidnapped? She can be there all alone being scared" "She literally dismembered a guy last time we fought, she'll be fine."

─ Wire is the cool uncle who lets you do whatever you want as long as your worried mom doesn't find out.

─ And if we talk about a father figure… Killer, Killer acted like a responsible father most of the time, not as worried as Heat but always watching over you and above all that you didn't let yourself be influenced by some of Kid's stupidity.

─ Because Kid was like your demon on your shoulder, despite already being of an age, this man wouldn't stop being impulsive and you're an easy-to-influence teenager, so you and Kid have a sibling relationship.

─ Killer just watches the two of you while he looks disapprovingly, you can't even see his face and you already know that he is disappointed with your decisions. "You guys broke what? oh okay." a lot of passive-aggressiveness whenever he scolds you.

─ But he will always scold Kid more because he is of legal age and should be responsible, he definitely doesn't leave you alone with him because the last time you ended up drunk.

─ And despite not being of many words, he's like the presence you need by your side at certain times, someone you can turn to if something bothers you and that you know that he will be there for you.

─ Overprotective squad in general.

─ Everyone sees Whitebeard as a father, however in your eyes he is like your grandfather, because Marco had earned the position of father figure.

─ This man wanted to establish a life a few years ago, start a family etc, then one day you just arrived and he decided to take you under his wing, literally.

─ He is the least worried if you compare him with the men of the other crews, he knows that he has many people who protect you by his side, so he is calm in that aspect.

─ He will still scold you for your bad habits. "Eat slower you'll choke if you keep eating like a turkey" "Don't you have a nest to make or something? I know how to eat, I'm not Ace" "Hey!"

─ Ace may have matured a lot more but he'll still be a bad influence on you, so Marco always asks Izo to keep an eye on both of you, because the last time he left you two alone you ended up in the stomach of a sea king.

─ His chest will swell with pride if you call him 'dad' in front of people.

─ He's the kind of dad who tells all the shits that have happened to you and he embarrasses you in front of the crew just because he wanted to tell a funny anecdote about you, although he later apologizes to you if he really upset you.

─ As for a mother figure, this crew is short of such things, but the closest thing was Izo, because without a doubt, within this crew full of testosterone, he was much more elegant and careful than the others.

─ And more than anything because you could steal his makeup to use it, although you didn't know how to apply many of the things he had, he helped you with that. "Honey you're spreading the makeup wrong" "Can you teach me Izo?"

─ He taught you a lot about self defense in case someone bothers you more than necessary, like using guns, you should know how to protect yourself just in case.

─ Proud mom watching you kick ass.

#op x reader #op #one piece #one piece x reader #reader insert #fem reader #teen reader #platonic #headcannons #one piece x platonic reader #one piece x teen!fem!reader #teen!fem!reader #heart pirates #strawhats #kid pirates #whitebeard pirates #strawhats x reader #heart pirates x reader #kid pirates x reader #whitebeard pirates x reader #xreader #request

[makethatelevenrings]

We Got Love // J. Todd x f!reader

requested? yes!

WARNINGS: none

summary: Jason comes home from patrol with a tight back. You offer to help.

“For Gotham’s scariest vigilante, you’re kind of pathetic.”

Your statement was met with a groan, low and gravelly thanks to the modulator in the helmet. Red Hood rolled over from where he had slid through your window and sprawled out onto the floor. You rolled your eyes and shoved the blanket off of you so you could climb off of the couch and head for the first aid kit in the bathroom.

“What hurts?” you called.

“No blood,” Jason replied in his normal voice, indicating that he had removed his helmet. “My back hurts like a bitch though.”

“Well, yeah, babe. You launch yourself at buildings and use a grappling hook. It’s a miracle your back isn’t broken.”

“Nah, that’s Bruce’s schtick.” Jason slid into the bathroom behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his firm chest. He buried his face against the crook of your neck and hummed. “You should be asleep.”

“I got really into a book,” you admitted. “And I also just…can’t sleep some nights.”

The unspoken words hung heavy in the air and he tightened his grip, his lips brushing against your jaw. One hand stroked up and down your side, the other traced circles on your hip. You hummed and laid back against his chest, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Get outta your suit, baby. I’ll draw you a bath, okay? And if you’re good, maybe I’ll give you a massage,” you said. Jason groaned against your skin, sending shockwaves through your spine. He reluctantly untangled himself from you and padded back into the bedroom to strip out of his jacket and suit. You readied the bath and rummaged under the sink for your collection of bath bombs. Finding a Red Robin inspired bath bomb, you dropped it into the steaming water with a grin.

“Was it a good night?” you asked when you heard his heavy footsteps behind you. You knew it was for your benefit. If he wanted, he could creep as silent as a house cat, but it usually resulted in you getting scared shitless.

“Easy. Not a lot of drama. Broke up a few muggings. Damian saved a cat in a tree.” His lips brushed against your cheek before he climbed into the tub. “He said to tell you hi.”

“How’s he doing in school? Finally making friends?”

He settled back against the wall of the tub and sighed, his whole body relaxing. “Yeah. Bruce even got him to sign up for a few clubs.”

“Hmm, that’s good.” You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly on the white streak that rested at the front. He groaned and slid deeper into the water as his eyes fell shut. The tense lines of his muscles began to relax as you slid your hands farther down to the nape of his neck.

“Any bruises?” you asked. He shook his head and then winced, tilting his head side to side.

“My whole back is tight,” he admitted. You moved from the side of the tub kneel behind him, pulling the sleeves of his sweatshirt that you were wearing up. You dipped your hand in the water and swirled it around for a moment before resting your palms on his shoulders, digging your fingers into his tight muscles. Jason groaned and let his head fall forward so his chin rested on his chest.

You hummed some song from the radio as you let your hands trail across the expanse of his back. His fingers curled around the edges of the tub when you reached one spot on his shoulder blade and you leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to that spot. Jason relaxed as you eased into the pressure until the knot in his muscles finally loosened.

“That good?”

“So fucking good, baby,” he murmured. “Seriously.”

Your laughter filled the small bathroom and you nudged him to sit up further. He wordlessly complied and you cracked open the shampoo so you could squirt a glob onto your palm and thread it through his hair. Your nails scratched lightly at his scalp and the Red Hood, vigilante of Gotham, former drug lord, general menace to the criminal underworld, and Batman’s biggest pain in the ass, fucking mewled. You hid your laugh by pressing your cheek against his and you could feel him smile.

“This is our secret,” he said in an attempt to be serious.

“Damn, there goes my plans to tell Dick all about this at brunch. Now let me wash the soap out of your hair.”

His hand reached up to curl around your wrist, stilling your movements for just a second. Jason craned his head back so he could see you better. “Hey, I love you.”

“Love you too, Jay.”

If him coming home unscathed meant back massages and baths, then you would gladly kneel down on that cold tile floor and run your fingers through his hair.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff #mine

[solarmorrigan]

Been dealing with a fever and stomach bug the past few days and let me tell you it’s s u c k e d, but what’s been getting me through it, you ask??

Oh well, none other than Hands Where I Can See Them!! Babe, when I tell you I’ve actually been frothing at the mouth over each chapter I read🫢🫢 I love it all!! Heart? Content. Soul? At peace. Expectations? Blown. Hotel? Trivago.

Hello! I'm so glad the story could keep you company while you've been feeling sick, and it was very kind of you to take a minute to let me know! So, thank you <3

Also, I haven't felt like writing anything in days, but I had a little pop of an idea reading your message, so I do hope you're feeling better by now, but if you're not (or even if you are, really), here's, like. A get well soon ficlet. Or something? (I was just excited to actually feel like writing something, I hope this isn't weird)

-

Steve looks absolutely miserable. His face is pale where it isn’t flushed, his hair is sticking up in sweaty clumps, and his eyes is exhaustion-bruised. He’s been sick for two days, running an annoyingly persistent fever and stricken with an inability to keep much of anything beyond water and saltines down. Eddie’s never been very good with sick people, but he’s doing his best to take care of Steve – though Steve isn’t the most cooperative patient.

Currently, he’s sitting on the floor of the bathroom, half curled up on the bathmat and propped up against the wall beside the toilet, eyes shut like he’s trying to sleep there.

“You wanna go back to bed?” Eddie asks him, and Steve grimaces, shaking his head.

“No point. I’m just gonna end up in here again, anyway,” he mumbles.

“Baby, you can’t sleep on the bathroom floor,” Eddie says.

“Not if you keep talking, I can’t,” Steve shoots back, eyes still stubbornly drooped shut.

“You’re exhausted. You’ll sleep better in bed,” Eddie wheedles.

“Don’t try to make me leave the bathroom. The toilet is my best friend. As soon as I can move, we’re gonna elope,” Steve insists drowsily.

Eddie doesn’t even bother to hold in his laugh. “Robin is your best friend,” he tells Steve, reaching over to card his fingers through Steve’s hair. “And I thought you were going to elope with me?”

Steve groans, petulant and tired. “Fine. I’ll elope with you as soon as I stop feeling like shit.” He finally opens his eyes, fixing Eddie with an earnest look. “But I’m serious, I really don’t want to move.”

Biting at the corner of his lip, Eddie thinks for a moment. “Okay,” he says, bending down to press a kiss to the top of Steve’s head. “I got an idea, wait here.”

He doesn’t know where he expects Steve to go, looking and feeling the way he does, but Eddie is quick all the same. He runs out into the living room and swipes all the throw pillows and a couple of couch cushions, then, balancing everything awkwardly, he pauses in the bedroom to snag the fuzzy throw blanket from the end of their bed before returning to the bathroom with his spoils.

Steve watches with curious, hazy eyes as Eddie puts down cushions and pillows against the other wall, effectively creating a little nest in the corner of their admittedly small bathroom. It takes up a good chunk of the floor space, and he has to move the hamper out into the hall, but he figures it’s decidedly more comfortable than where Steve is sitting now.

“Okay, c’mere.” Eddie settles on the cushions and beckons Steve over, and Steve doesn’t need to be told twice.

He’s still fever-warm as he leans up against Eddie, so Eddie only draws the blanket up to their waists, but Steve seems content, anyway.

“Probably shouldn’t be this close to you. You’ll catch my crud,” Steve murmurs, though he clearly has no intent to move, cuddled into Eddie’s side like he is.

“If I do, will you build me a pillow nest, too?” Eddie asks.

“Any time you want,” Steve says. He wiggles a little, as if testing to see if he can get any closer to Eddie before he settles in, his head propped in the crook of Eddie’s neck and his eyes drifting closed again. “Thank you. For being here.”

Eddie presses a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Any time you need.”

#iloveyouso0pleaseletmego0 #seriously though I hope this wasn't a weird thing to do #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddiesteve #stranger things #answers from solar #solar wrote

[sualne]

Is there any dad crocodile stuff you've been really itching to talk about or draw?

there’s a bunch of things ive really been wanting to draw! for starters the betrayal comic, nothing epic about it but it’ll be a lot of fun (for me only probably) because i haven’t drawn anything like this in a long long while! also two comics with croc i can’t wait to draw, funnily enough, both takes place in a bathroom. another one is about luffy being overstimulated during a party, there’s many more but i won’t say!

for things to talk about im not sure, that’s a bit vague, so some trivia:

-luffy has a pet bananawani that’s only a few years younger than him, as babies he would drag her around like a plushy (he still do it even as a young adult tbh), her name is Miss Mini Sorbet (crocodile picked it), she’s unusually small for a bananawani (the size of a regular irl croc) and albino (white-yellowish with pink eyes(wanted her to remind of gear 5 luffy, no reasons in particular tho)). she’s actually meant to debut in the next comic!

-croc has stretch marks!!

-both mihawk and luffy are canonically autistic in this au, ive drawn them as the autism creatures but writing it just in case.

-robin and bonclay becomes friends! sharing drinks and clothes and spends time together even when luffy isn’t there.

-luffy has helped croc cut his hair a few time and croc usually takes cares of luffy’s.

-luffy, croc and mihawk once played poker together, surprisingly enough it’s croc who had the most trouble, between mihawk’s impassible expression and luffy going ‘ooh’ ‘woah’ at his own cards despite having bad hands and having so many things that could’ve been tells but weren’t, it was a nightmare for croc.

-mishanks divorce canon btw.

#crocau ask #im answering on mobile so I really hope itll keep the paragraphs properly and not send a wall of text like it often do instead #for the stretch marks i forgot pregnancy could do that i just decided I loved him and so stretch marks he shall have. there’s many #characters i want to draw with them but they’re always wearing clothes that would cover it!! tragedy

[welcometogrouchland]

Sequel to traumatized full house I can't guarantee I'll ever draw is Wally bringing lil baby Wade over to the tower to meet his aunts and uncles (and cousin(?) Now that Lian's back!!) And also to give Linda some time to get in a fucking nap. And Damian just stands there in the corner stiff as a board. bc he can't hold this baby. A) babies are totally lame or whatever and B) he possesses the hands of a killer and their uncleanness should never sully the innocent flesh of a newborn. Or whatever. Also Wally has never had a positive interaction with Damian in canon far as I can remember. He is not handing his infant son over to him.

But also Damian never gets to hold babies that aren't in danger and he does have the occasional affinity for small cute things (see: him and kitties) so he really wants to hold that fucking baby. And he's just staring at all the titans and their kids taking turns holding Wade and cooing, looking at them with his big autism eyes but not saying anything. Just freaking everyone out.

(Eventually Dick is like hey. You wanna hold that baby? And Damian swears up and down he doesn't but when Dick essentially thrusts the baby into his arms, Damian is. So so gentle. Everyone is surprised. Wally's heart palpitations briefly stop as he witnesses this mean little murder teen hold his baby boy like it's the most precious fragile thing in the world. Damian has to hand Wade back to someone else bc he has to go leave the room to have a little cry. Irey turns to jai and is like okay Superboy was right about one thing when we met him* and that is that Robin clearly did not have a good childhood)

#ramblings of a lunatic #dc comics #teen titans #dc titans #damian wayne #uhh...do i tag the others? they're not really the focus. I'd feel kinda bad #*The Flash (2016) 797 is the issue where irey and jai meet a time displaced(?) super sons era damian and jon #jon has a whole speech about how damian is his hero bc nobody taught him right from wrong growing up but he still chooses to be good #it's sweet and corny. same guy who wrote this flash run also wrote the super sons movie

[abstractnaturaldisaster]

Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

Alright, buckle up! The angst is over. I hope y’all like the getting together part. Two more parts and then the main plot of this AU is done.

Part One I Part Two I Part Three I Part Four I Part Five I Part Six I Part Seven I Also on AO3!

***

Eddie woke up early and made coffee that could probably raise the dead. His sleep was fitful and he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he’d fucked up. Of course it was also the day before Valentine’s Day so Eddie truly had an order list a mile long. He pulled his hair up into a bun and got to work on the bouquets that he could bust out without thinking. His mind wandered the whole time trying to figure out what to do about Steve. When Eddie had put together the last dozen red rose-baby’s breath-greenery combination and drained the remaining dregs of the coffee pot, he had at least decided on a course of action. Steve hadn’t picked up his bouquet the day before and it was still sitting on the edge of the workbench in one of the buckets of water.  If Eddie was honest with himself; he had kind of phoned it. He really hadn’t been sure if Steve was going to show up and he didn’t have time to waste the week of Valentine’s. He picked up the bouquet and started working to add dimension and interest. He pulled in purple hyacinth, helenium, and broom. He wove in ivy to fill out the sides of the bouquet and fiddled with the flowers until he was happy with the final product. Eddie wrapped the arrangement in butcher paper, checked the time, and decided it was as good a time as ever to head over to Steve’s.

“Steve?” Eddie asked nervously once he made it across the street. No one answered him for a minute but he heard some hushed whispering in the back. He shifted his weight between his feet and rocked from his heels to his toes until Robin slammed open the back door.

“You better be here to apologize and you better do it quick because Steve is in no mood.” Robin said as she walked past Eddie. 

Eddie had never thought Robin was particularly intimidating until this exact moment. He had the urge to turn tail and run but Chrissy would be back at the shop by now and would never let him live it down if he came back holding this frankly ridiculous amount of flowers. Eddie walked to the back room where Robin had left Steve. Eddie had never been in there before. It was mostly a storage room with a small table and chairs that Eddie imagined Robin and Steve used for breaks and when they didn’t want to be out in the front of the tattoo studio. It’s just as homey as the rest of the shop with its mismatched furniture and plants. Steve had hung several bunches of flowers upside down from the ceiling to add to the garden witch vibes the whole shop had.

“Hi,” Eddie said, self-consciously pushing the flowers out for Steve to take. Steve looked at him for a minute. His eyes were red-rimmed and he had dark circles Eddie had never seen before. “Uhm, these are for you. I, er, missed you coming by yesterday.” Eddie finished weakly.

“I didn’t, figured you were probably busy, or whatever,” Steve answered.

“Oh, yeah it’s been a lot this week. But I always want to see you,” Eddie admitted.

“What?”

“I, uhm, maybe I should back up. I’m sorry I ran out the other day. I didn’t have the most stable upbringing and some of what you were saying made me nervous that you looked down on me for not having money, I guess. Which I totally should have explained and not just like shut down and run away. But like, I never had enough to afford a, err, ‘actual’ tattoo. And I know that I totally fucked up and you can tell me to turn around and never come back but I think you’re really special, and that drawing you did kind of took my breath away, dude.”

“Dude,” Steve smirked.

“Sorry, I don’t do this often or like ever, I kind of don’t know what to do with you honestly. I’ve never– that is to say, I’m definitely not good enough for you, man.”

“Man? I think that might be worse.” Steve laughed a little.

“I’m ruining this. I’ll just, uh, go. Sorry, again.” Eddie left the bouquet he was still holding on the table and starts to head out, rubbing the back of his neck a little nervously.

“No, Eds, come back,” Steve said. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What’d you mean it like, Steve?”

“Oh, well, I don’t think you can call your Valentine ‘man,’ Eddie.”

“My what?”

“Oh, sorry you haven’t asked yet. I’ll wait.” Steve grinned.

Eddie could have passed out. He was pretty sure that Steve was going to tell him to leave, not patiently wait for Eddie to get his shit together and ask him out.

“Right, yes, I’m getting to that.” Eddie smiled back. He looked back up at the ceiling and realized all the bunches of flowers were the arrangements he’d given Steve. “Wait, you kept these?” Eddie gestured at the bouquets.

“Of course, I did, Eddie.” Steve answered. “I mean, I had sort of meant to only keep the first one. To celebrate opening. But then Robin noticed the green carnations in the next bouquet and said that was like a sign you might, uhm, like guys, or whatever, so I kept that one, and I dunno, it just kind of became a thing.” Steve was blushing and looked down at his hands.

“Oh, baby, that’s so cute, fuck.” Eddie went to sit next to Steve and placed his hand face up on the table for Steve to take. Steve reached out and linked his fingers with Eddie’s. If Eddie had thought he was going to pass out earlier, he was certain he was experiencing cardiac arrest now. His heart was pounding in his throat and he was sure his hands were clammy and gross. “You won’t be able to keep this up, you know?”

“Why’s that,” Steve asked.

“There’s nowhere near enough room to save all the bouquets I plan on giving you, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh big time. Now that I have this? I’m not letting go,” Eddie gestured to their linked hands. “Not until you want me too.”

“Oh,” Steve gasped. “For the record, I do think maybe I was a little too harsh on you. I’m pretty used to guys like you giving guys like me shit for tattooing flowers.”

“That’d be pretty hypocritical of me, Stevie, as I also work in flowers.” 

“Well you still have this whole, like, look. I probably bring your street cred down at least several notches.”

“I don’t care about that, hun. I live above a flower shop for god’s sake, there’s not a lot of street cred left in these old bones.” Eddie croaked out the last part doing his best imitation of Mr. De Lucas.

“You’re such a shit.” Steve elbowed Eddie in the side.

“You like me though,” Eddie said. “Even worse, you like like me.”

“Questioning that the longer this conversation goes on.” 

“Rude. You wanna know a secret, Steve-o?” Eddie jumped onto the table to get closer to the flowers hanging from the ceiling.

“Hey! Get down. This is dangerous.” Steve couldn’t hide his laugh but he grabbed at Eddie’s belt.

“Hold on! I gotta show you something,” Eddie said. He moved closer to the first set of flowers he ever gave Steve. “Robin was on to something you know. I am not only a florist but I am a huge flower nerd and read all sorts of books about the languages of flowers. So this one was for luck opening your store. Daffodils are for new beginnings, Allium for prosperity, Laurel for success, and Hollyhock for ambition,” Eddie recited as he pointed out each of the flowers.

“But you didn’t even like me back then,” Steve said, a little awe struck.

“I might not have liked you but I did want to fuck you, big boy,” Eddie said with a wink.

“You’re actually the worst. I take everything nice I’ve ever said back.” 

“Never,” Eddie said as he moved on to the second set of flowers he gave to Steve. “So, Robin was basically right about this one. Chrissy gave me so much shit for thinking you were straight but that seemed easier than being rejected. So lavender, green carnations, pansies, buttercups, all historical references to being gay. I figured if you understood what they meant you’d tell me early on if you didn’t like me that way.”

Steve walked around the table to meet Eddie by the third bouquet. He reached back up to hold onto his waist. Eddie was already getting way too used to having Steve’s hands on him.

“Next was my friendship offering and like maybe a little bit of a hint that I was kind of into you. The oak leaf geranium is for true friendship and feverfew is for warmth of affection. But you hadn’t given me shit about the gay flowers so I was also a little hopeful, hence the cyclamen. And the lilacs.”

“What do lilacs mean?” Steve asked.

Eddie flushed bright red. “Uhm, this was way too early and like still is but, uhm, they represent the first feeling of love.”

“So what was the next one for?” 

“Well the victorians believed that the brighter the bouquet the more passionate the underlying relationship so I wanted to give you something bright and happy but it’s also like a ‘I’m very into you please like me back’ vibe?”

“Are you asking me, or telling me, Eddie?”

“Oh, telling, absolutely,” Eddie answered. “Also, Chrissy gave me so much shit about this one because it is probably worth like three times what you paid for.”

“Eddie!” Steve yelled and slapped his thigh.

“Listen. I was going big or going home, Steve. Now will you let me tell you about it?” 

Steve nodded and gestured for Eddie to continue.

“Good boy,” Eddie noticed Steve tense a little at the diminutive. He set that aside to explore later. “Okay so this is a ranunculus and its symbolizes radiant charm. The roses all mean different things based on the color. Orange is for fascination, purple for enchantment, and red, as cheesy as it is, is for love. I also couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make fun of myself so this one,” Eddie points at a gorgeous orange flower, “is for impetuous love, I mean, I was moving way too fast and I didn’t even know if you liked me back, Steve.”

“I don’t offer to tattoo just anybody, Eds.” Steve was blushing again. “So are you gonna ask me, then?” Steve asked as Eddie hopped down from the table.

“Steve Reginald Harrington, will you do me the honor of being my Valentine?” Eddie asked and dipped into a deep bow holding his hand out.

“You’re ridiculous and that is absolutely not my middle name,” Steve answered.

“Not an answer, babe.”

“Of course, you absolute buffoon,” Steve agreed. Eddie took Steve’s hand and kissed the back of it, bringing Steve into a hug.

“Mean. And, uhm, would you mind being my day-after-Valentine’s-Day Valentine? It’s just like super busy at the shop tomorrow and I don’t want us to be interrupted.” Eddie added.

“Oh, you have plans for me?”

“Obviously, big boy,” Eddie answered.

“I accept,” Steve said. “Also, I may or may not have scheduled my week so I can be out tomorrow if you want a delivery van buddy.”

“Do I? Of course, Stevie!” Eddie was very excited about having someone to keep him company driving through all of Chicago tomorrow. Eddie looked at the clock in the back of the room and noticed the time. “Oh fuck it’s so late. Shit. Steve. I actually have to go. I’m so sorry.” Eddie gave Steve a quick peck on the cheek and rushed out of the shop.

“You are actually ridiculous, why do I like you?” Steve called back as Eddie ran across the street.

Eddie flipped Steve off in response. Eddie got back into the flower shop and both Robin and Chrissy were sitting at the workbench.

“Did you fix it?” Robin asked.

“Yes, but no time for details, I have to pack the van and I’m so fucking behind,” Eddie rushed to grab the order slips for the morning deliveries.

“Dude, we packed the van for you,” Chrissy said as she grabbed Eddie by the shoulders. “Calm the fuck down or I’m going to have to drive your god forsaken van.”

“Hey! Not nice! But also, you’re the best, I love you, BYE!!” Eddie yelled as he hightailed it into the van. He caught Steve looking out the window of his studio and flashed him a big grin and blew Steve a kiss. Steve made a big gesture of catching the kiss and sent Eddie back heart hands. Jesus. Eddie was in love with a fucking dork and he had never been happier.

***

Part Nine available here!

I’m still literally overwhelmed with y’all’s support. Thanks for reading!

Also if y’all know shit about flowers I know these are unrealistic to find all at the same time but Eddie has mad hothouse connections and he’s also a little bit magic.

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#my fic #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steddie fic #tattoo artist steve #florist eddie #tattoo parlor / flowership AU

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

oh you want more filthy robin thoughts?? BET i’ve got plenty…🤭

(so i’m literally my history course right now which had me thinking);

studying with robin for an upcoming exam but she has something else in mind. she doesn’t want to study. she wants to press you into the pillows and fuck you until you’re sore.

but you just shake your head when she places a hand on your thigh, declining her what she wants.

she raises her brow at your refusal.

“robbie we have to study for this…we can’t…”

“no?”

just a couple of minutes later you’re on your stomach, the notes still in front of you. but robin is behind you, pounding into you with her strap.

“oh but you wanted to study didn’t you? why can’t I hear you then? read!”

and she will continue this, make you cum around her plastic cock while you try and read the notes for her.

ABDUSJWHDUWBZJ I CANT DO THIS I JUST WOKE UP🥵you’re killing me oml

ALSO THIS GOT WAY OUT OF HAND AND IS KINDA LONG OOPS SORRY (I was almost late to work writing this too how dare you send this to me so early (pls keep sending me things))

But like what about how you got in that position

(established cnc, fingering, strap-on, multiple orgasms, mommy kink, overuse of mommy and good girl (if that’s even possible))

You were both sitting on your bed, you were up by your headboard book in your lap and Robin was on her stomach by your side. Her one hand was keeping her place in the history book and the other was drawing lazy lines up your leg beside her. The strokes on your leg kept moving higher and higher making you want to squirm at how close she was getting to the juncture of your thighs. Until she did, brushing her fingers over your short sofee shorts that were bunched up at the top of your legs with how you were sitting.

You shivered and your hand jolted out, grabbing her wrist. “Robbie we have to study for this,” you breathe. “We can’t…”

“No?” She huffs out a breath and takes her hand back, but you can’t deny the wetness pooling at your center from her touches.

“Alright, I’m gonna grab a snack and water do you want anything?” asks moving off the bed.

“A water would be great baby,” you smile. “Thank you.” She gives you a quick peck on the lips before moving to the kitchen. 

Once she leaves the room you straighten your legs and squeeze your thighs together trying to release a little of the pressure there and hoping that your wet panties won’t show through your shorts. You decide to shift positions, scooting down the bed a bit and moving to your stomach, resting in your elbows so you can still read your notes. Your legs sway in the air for a bit before you just set them down.

Robin pops back in the room and taking you in—short shorts barely covering your ass, back arched because you’re up on your elbows, and your tank top scrunched up so she can see a small sliver of your tummy as it rests on the comforter. She sets down your waters and her snack on the bedside table and presses another quick kiss to your head, “I’m going to the bathroom and then I’ll be back out ok?”

“Okay,” you smile up at her.

The bathroom door is directly in front of your bed so you don’t see her go in, or come out. But you did hear the toilet flush and the door open. “He really put a lot of stuff on this test I hope it’s not too hard,” you say when you feel the bed dip behind you. 

You feel the heat of Robin’s body above your back and shiver as she leans down to press a kiss on your right shoulder.

“Robbie…”

She places another kiss to your left and you lean your head down to take in a shuddering breath. She takes the opening and nips at the base of your neck at the same time that she grinds her hips into your backside. You feel the familiar form of her strap and involuntary push your hips back into her with a moan.

“Robbie we can’t, we have to-“

“I never said we’d stop studying,” she says between kisses to your shoulders. “You can read your notes out loud while I make you feel good yeah?”

“Yeah…” you breathe.

“Good girl, start reading ok?”

So you do, starting from the top page of your current notes, trying not to get distracted by the weight of Robins strap while one of her hands circles your waist and finds it way between your body and the comforter. Her hand slips it’s way past the waistband of your shorts and your panties and her hand moves to cup your pussy causing you to jolt upward in the bed a little.

“Keep reading,” Robin says, words laced with a smile as she runs two fingers up your slit. “Damn baby, you’re already so wet.”

You moan and grind your cunt into her hand as one of her wet fingers enters you and her thumb finds a rhythm on your clit. Your pussy clenches around the one digit as she starts to finger you, your mouth dropped open in a silent breath.

“Fuck.”

“I don’t think that’s part of your notes,” Robin chuckles, adding a second finger into your sopping cunt. A shudder runs through your body as she fucks you with her fingers and grinds her strap on into your ass. “Keep going baby, we have to study.”

The coil in your stomach is wrapping tighter and tighter with every thrust of her fingers and every circle of her thumb and only a few bullet points later you’ve swapped note reading for moans as you cum around her fingers.

“Your pussy’s gripping my fingers so good baby, you’re gonna take my cock so well huh?”

It’s a rhetorical question but you answer anyway with a breathy, “yes mommy.”

“Be a good girl and keep reading ok?” She pulls her hand from your panties and sits back on her heels.

You can’t see her smile but you know it’s there when she runs a finger over your clothed cunt and watches your sofee shorts grow darker as your release soaks them.

“So fucking pretty,” Robin whispers as her hands find your waist. She places kisses on your lower back where your tank top has ridden up and slowly pulls both your shorts and panties over the roundness off your ass and down your legs. She drops the cum covered fabric to the floor and places kisses to both of your ass cheeks before biting them and leaving her mark on you. You try to shift up on your knees more so you can grind into her but she pushes you down with one hand on your lower back. “Ah ah ah, no distractions baby, keep reading.”

You whine but do as your told and go back to reading your notes aloud. You gasp over a handful of words when you feel the tip of Robins strap tap at your clit and run up your folds before she slowly pushes it into you. You drop your head and let out a moan as she bottoms out in you, your pussy clenching around her cock.

“Not gonna move until you start reading again baby.”

So you do, and Robin starts an agonizingly slow pace. Pulling back and grinding forward into you at a snails pace that has your toes curling and you wishing you could grind back into her to speed up the pace but her hand on your back keeps you at her mercy.

“Faster, please,” you beg.

“That’s definitely not part of your notes,” Robin replies with a smack to your ass. The noise that follows the slap is a mix of a gasp and a moan, and despite the spanking she does as you asked and starts to piston into you. The tip of her strap hitting the spot in you that has the coil in your stomach tightening and tightening. You do your best to keep reading, Robin making sure every end of a word lines up with a deep thrust of her cock, but stop and replace your notes with whimpers, gasps and moans of “Robin,” “yes,” “fuck,” “mommy,” and “please.” 

“Oh but you wanted to study didn’t you? Why can’t I hear your then? Read.”

“Can’t,” you moan out with a particularly deep thrust. “Please, mommy, need to cum.”

“I don’t know baby, you’re not doing as your told,” Robin says the hand on your back keeps you pinned still but her other hand snakes around your waist again and her fingers find your clit.

You let out a scream with the new friction and shudder as you soak her strap on. She keeps fucking you through your orgasm, finger still circling your engorged and sensitive clit.

You whine and try to move away from her hand and her cock but she uses the hand that was on your clit to pull you up so your back is to her front and you’re sitting in her perched knees. Her strap still buried in your cunt, and the new position making it hit just that much deeper.

“You weren’t a very good girl, not doing as your told,” she whispered into your ear, her hand coming up to grip your throat lightly. She finishes each phrase with a thrust up into you. “You stopped reading.” Thrust. “You came without asking.” Thrust. “What should I do with you huh?” Thrust.

“Fuck me mommy, please, need your cock again,” you whimper.

“Hm but that seems like a reward.” Thrust. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded.” Thrust.

“I’ll be good for you, I’ll be good, please?” You beg as tears start falling.

“Oh my baby, you wanna be mommy’s good girl again that bad but you need my cock first?”

You nod your head.

“Alright then, I’ll give you my cock but you have to promise to be a good girl or else you’ll get a spanking ok?”

All you can do is nod your head as Robin starts thrusting up into you, the hand on your neck still there  while her other one moves to your clit again. The tip of her strap hits the right spot with every piston of her hips so your third orgasm approaches quickly.

“‘m gonna cum, mommy,” you whimper. “Can I cum please?”

“Go ahead baby, be a good girl and cum for mommy.”

You do as your told this time, cumming around Robin’s strap for the second time and soaking her thighs under you in your release.

A string of “fuck, Robin, oh fuck” leaves your lips with every shudder of your body as you ride out your high on her cock. She peppers kisses along your shoulders and neck and whispers how much of a “good girl” you were for her before slowly lifting you off of her strap.

“Let’s grab a shower ok?” she asks. You simply nod your head and let her help you get to the bathroom on wobbly legs, noticing how her strap and thighs glisten with your release.

You repay her with your mouth on her pussy under the hot water.

Studying is forgotten.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley #robin buckley smut #robin buckley fic #robin buckley x reader smut #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x fem!reader smut #robin buckley drabble #robin buckley smut fic #robin buckley stranger things smut #robin buckley stranger things fanfic #robin buckley smut fanfic #ceebs' asks #robinsno1lesbian

[beezlub]

Dating Steve Harrington HC

Two years; it's been two fucking years since I’ve uploaded something on here. Do I have an excuse? Absolutely not. Do I need to? Also no. Enjoy this little dump I’ve been festering on for about two weeks now.

Fem Reader

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

SFW:

100% asks you out after your opening shift at family video

Was it influenced by Robin? Absolutely. She saw the look in his eyes and knew he had something for you the moment you guys got separated by the Russians

And he possibly slipped something out about how pretty he thought you were when they were still drugged

Anyways

Surprises you with bouquets at least once a month, he won’t openly admit it but he loves seeing the look in your eyes when you grasp them and look up at him with the stars in your eyes

Weekly movie nights no doubt. You pick the movie, he brings the popcorn and coke and you snuggled under a shared blanket in your basement

Any siblings? He gets along great with them. I mean, have you seen him around Dustin and the kids? Invites your sibling along with him to do some domestic chores and very much enjoys spending quality time with them

Compliments you 24/7, no matter how you look at the moment

Breakfast in bed whenever you stay at his house

He has your favorite foods memorized, as a good boyfriend should!

Is your personal heater when you start your period. He knows exactly what to do when you ring his house up (At your house within 15 minutes with some chocolate, popcorn, his most recently worn sweater, and cuddles)

Definitely thinks you’re the most attractive person in Hawkins, maybe even the whole state of Indiana and the US

I mean you could be wearing sweatpants and a sweater (bonus points if it’s Steve’s sweater) for all he cares, and he’d think you’re the prettiest girl in the universe

Because to him, you are

Definitely tries to keep you from the horrors of the upside down, but being around Dustin, sometimes things slip

You actually find it really interesting, and you wanna tag along to see some of the stuff Dustin tells you about

Steve 100% tells you no, that he can’t risk losing you to the horrors the upside down holds, especially Vecna too

You don’t listen, and in a twist of events, end up bashing what you think is some sort of parasitic bats off your boyfriend

Steve kinda sorta finds it hot, his seemingly sweet and precious girlfriend cursing and swinging a bat with nails on it around and killing things

Definitely not something he ever thought he’d see

Opens up to you about wanting to have a family

His dream of having 6 little nuggets makes you smile at him, knowing that after all of this if any of you guys were to survive, you’d love for Steve to live out his dreams

His nightmares, not so much

You remember comforting him on some of the nights you slept over at his house, feeling him jolt awake and reach for you

The tears he had made you cry, and you promised to him one night that he’d never lose you

You only hoped to keep that promise after all was said and done

NSFW:

Steve has a breeding kink. No shame there.

I mean, if you didn’t know from his ‘6 nuggets’ spiel, god bless

Definitely one to do at least half an hour of foreplay before even thinking of going down on you

Love love LOVES the little whimpers you make when he kisses you, then works his way down your neck and onto your chest

Wants to leave hickeys all over you so others know you’re his, but you know your parents would kill you if he did that, so he refrains and only does them in spots he can see ;)

Is so handsy with you

Like constantly, hand on your thigh, and whispers in your ear, especially if you guys are in public

He knows you can be a tease, so he just does it back, dragging his hand up that seemingly shorter skirt and drawing small circles on your inner thigh at family dinners

“Baby, you wanna be a brat around your parents, bad girls get punished,” MAKES ME WEAAKK

Has you laid over his lap when you go back to his place that night, your skirt flipped high and his favorite undies adorning your cute cheeks

“Oh, you planned for this, didn’t you princess?”

Meek whimpers and moans as he spanks you, before slipping his hands down between your thighs and feeling how wet you are

“Good God Princess, you’re soaked through these pretty panties, such a slut aren’t you?”

Will finger you for hours, I’m convinced, he could get off on just hearing your moans

And if you’ve never came before, either by yourself or with another guy, boy are you in for a surprise with him

Would even let you get off on his thigh if that's something you’d want to try

Definitely tries to overstim you, he wants to see how much you can take, it doesn’t matter if you’ve came nth times, he gets what he wants

Cums in his pants if he makes you squirt, bonus points if that’s your first time too

“Fuck, baby, that was so hot, I want you to do that around my cock next time though,”

Uses a condom even if you’re on birth control, but if you insist he goes raw…

Mans does not hold back

At. All.

Sometimes you have bruises on your hips from how tight his grip is, but you don’t mind ;)

Absolutely loses his mind if you ask him to breed you, ykyk?

He would love to see you all round and glowing one day when he finally gets to marry you and put his seed in you properly

No doubt that the night you guys get married, you’ll be flipped onto the bed and fucked until stupid and his cum is leaking out of you

Favorite position is missionary, no argument there. He loves how intimate it is and how he can just lean down and kiss you or nip at your sweet spot

Although, he does like to shake it up sometimes, and loves to watch you bounce on his cock instead, especially on his lazy days when he doesn’t feel like doing too much work

Either way, mans has amazing and long stamina when it comes to the bedroom, you’ll usually cum two or three times before he cums the first time inside you

Aftercare is so precious with him! Warm damp towel swiping gently at your sensitive pussy, a nice cold glass of water for you, and some warm skin-to-skin cuddles afterward

Definitely perks to living in an empty home for Steve, especially when you get too vocal. He swears your moans bounce off the walls and into the rest of his home

Anyways, horny Steve is no Steve to mess with

reblogs, comments, likes, and follows greatly appreciated my loves :)

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[richeeduvie]

And after Roman carried Baby Jr to bed away from creepy Kendall, the little girl manages to talk to his brother (is he also her father in this one?) about Logan’s passing, surprisingly he’s able to handle it in a not so Roman way? How would he? It’s a little girl talking about their father dying.

Baby finds them later on piled up in the Princess bed asleep. She sees an uncanny resemblance as they both nap with their lips slightly apart.

"The fact Kendall still comes within three feet of you is ridiculous to me. You always look so screechy when he comes nearing."

"...Roman."

She's got his little hands tucked over the blanket.

"Yeah?"

"...Daddy's not coming back?"

Roman, for the ten seconds of silence she gives him, doesn't know how to handle it. The way she's looking up at him and yeah, he's not coming back.

"No. No, I don't...think so. Why?"

"Just wanted to make sure. I don't want to cry anymore."

Roman blinks fast. His heart feels...his heart feels like a deep brown. And like there's little hands ripping him from the inside out.

"It feels funny?"

She nods.

"Yeah, it's kinda gross but you can keep it up."

He moves hair out of her little face. "Well, he um...he loved you. A lot, a gross amount. You never and were never gonna get the brunt of it. But look at you, in your fucking - princess bed. You would never deserve it."

"No one deserves brunt."

"No?"

The tiny, perfect Roy shakes her head. Roman presses his lips together.

"Do you miss him?"

"Do I miss Dad? Fuck yeah, I still have to give him the worst of it. Maybe later."

"I had a Robin drawing to show him."

"I needed more time to disappoint him."

Roman doesn't look when she tilts her head.

"No disappoint. That's too big of word. But I just want him to see the birdies I made for him."

He takes a breath and lies on her side.

For awhile, he was wishing he was her - cause then it'd be easy, just a world of confusion instead of adult grief and things he still had to do, pity that doesn't feel pathetic cause she's a child who had an old old dad. But looking at her now? Just teary and small?

Roman wishes he was her so she didn't have to be her. But he doesn't deserve to be perfection. So, he's at a crossroads.

"Go to bed. You'll give it to him somewhere."

"Okay."

Roman kisses her hair.

If this was his life, if she was really his, she wouldn't be feeling like this. He'd have another way to push his grief into the fucking sea, watch it drown from the sand with her and you.

You'll come in a bit later, seeing parted lips making them look so much alike. Roman's got a foot kicking his face, but he looks at peace. You wish you could've given this moment forever.

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[starryeyedmunson]

unwinding - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie helps you unwind after a long day at work

warnings: soft smut, some fluffy fluff, fingering, pet names: princess, baby, pretty boy

author’s note: fulfilling a little anon request that i adored. also i need this for myself. enjoy

word count: 997

“UGH”

“Is that you, baby?” Eddie called from his room. You threw your bag down on the couch before sulking into your boyfriend’s room, not even paying him attention as you face planted onto his bed. You could hear his laughter as your face was buried into his comforter, and he walked over to sit down next to you. You could feel his hand start to rub your back, and you relaxed at the feeling.

“Tell me what’s up.”

“I just had the longest day at work and Robin and Steve bickered the entire time and I had to do everything myself and it was so hot and I know it seems stupid because you literally were attacked by demon bats so my eight hour shift would be a walk in the park compared to that but I’m so tired,” you exasperated. You heard him sigh, and you turned your head to the side to look at him.

“Okay, okay slow down,” he said. “First of all, I would take those bats any day over to listening to Robin and Steve for eight hours straight. Second of all, it’s not stupid, nothing you could say is stupid. What do you need me to do?”

“I just want to unwind and, I don’t know,” you said with a sigh. He pondered for a minute on what to do to help, and he smiled down at you.

“How about a bath, that sound good, baby?” You perked up and gave him the puppy eyes that you knew he loved.

“That’s perfect.” His smile turned into a grin as he got up to go draw the bath, and you finally got yourself up from the bed. You took off your sweaty Family Video shirt, moving to your bra that was suffocating your rib cage. You slipped it down your shoulders before taking off your tight jean shorts, and you sighed in relief as you finally felt somewhat comfortable again. The last to go was your underwear, and once that was down your legs you rung them around one foot and kicked your leg out, causing the lace to go flying to a distant corner of Eddie’s room.

Eddie peeked his head out of the bathroom and drank in the sight of you before moving back to your face. You looked at him with tired eyes, and he motioned you to come to the bathroom. You walked slowly over to where he was standing, and he put his hand on the small of your back and led you to the tub. You leaned over the tub, running your hand through the warm water. It wasn’t too hot, giving you the cooling sense that you needed after the long, hot day. You sighed in contentment and slowly got into the tub, relaxing instantly.

“Feel good, princess?” he said, leaning against the wall.

“Yes,” you said, laying back and closing your eyes. He smiled as he began to walk out the door. “Might feel better with you in here too.” He chuckled to himself.

“No, no, you need to just relax, take some time for yourself,” he said, and you pouted.

“Please?” you asked, giving him the same puppy eyes you did before.

“Well you know I can’t say no to you,” he gave in, and you smiled up at him. He took his clothes off a little too slowly for your liking.

“Get in here, pretty boy,” you commanded, and he rolled his eyes before getting into the tub behind you. You leaned back against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. He took the bar of soap and began to run it over your chest, applying the perfect amount of pressure and causing you to lean your head on his shoulder. The feeling was amazing after your long day, and for the first time that day you felt so comfortable. He put the soap down before grabbing the loofah on the side of the tub and drawing circles over your chest.

“God, this feels amazing,” you sighed, and he smiled and kissed your head.

“Good, I’m glad,” he said.

“You know what would really help me unwind?” you said, your voice low. You could see the smirk appearing on his face as he picked up what you were putting down.

“I think I have a vague idea,” he said. He put the loofah back down and moved his hands from your chest to your legs, running his hands up and down ever so lightly. You sighed again, your breath slow as he made his way towards your heat. He finally reached his destination, his fingers finding their way to your clit and rubbing slow circles. You let out a soft moan as he began kissing your neck, slowly making his way up and down. His circles began picking up speed, and you were squirming in the water as he held you down by your hip. He slowly inserted one of his fingers, keeping his thumb on your bud as he curled his finger inside of you.

“Jesus,” you breathed out, and he smiled against your skin. The familiar feeling of the knot in your stomach began to tighten, and your hand moved down to his to feel him work you.

“Close, princess?” he whispered, and you hummed in response. His pace quickened, and the tightness built up to where you couldn’t keep it in. You quietly moaned as your release set in, him feeling your walls flutter as you rode out your high. You came down, letting yourself relax completely against him. He moved his hand from your core and made its way to your arm, resuming his tracing up and down.

“How was that for unwinding?” he asked, pressing one final kiss on your cheek.

“Just what I needed,” you said, closing your eyes and sighing. He smiled down at you, knowing that he would always be the comfort you could find after a long day.

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi Astra!

The writing about Protective Pirate crew was amazing! It made my day better and I got so much serotonin from it really-

And since as I saw, your requests open - Can you maybe make something with same Y/n from that writing but with Strawhats? I just love them so much and even better after I readed one fic with Y/n being insecure about themselves and wanted to leave Strawhats but they didn't let her-

I hope you doing okay and remember take care of yourself! Stay hydrated as well!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 760

Hey, I’m glad you liked my protective pirate crew. It was nice to write for people who just accept the reader as they are. There’s not enough of that in our world. I’m still going to make the character fairly young since the original request was for a young reader, so aside from Chopper, they’re kind of the ‘baby’ of the group (Chopper will always be baby, even if he’s older than the reader). Also, sorry this took so long, I kept trying to write it before going "nope, hate that."

Looking up at the shopkeeper, you tried not to whimper. It was supposed to be a simple task to restock the ship. Go in, tell them what you needed, pay, and get back to the ship. But of course, this shopkeeper, despite being a relatively frail looking old man, had to be a jerk. You knew you’d counted the money out correctly, you knew this for a fact, hell, Nami had counted out an estimated amount beforehand and that woman was so tight about money that not only was she rarely that far off, but there’s no possible way you could have ‘miscounted’. Still, face-to-face with the shopkeeper, you couldn’t bring yourself to argue that you had paid him enough, you’d barely been able to tell him what you needed and pay for it. A loud bang made you flinch, simultaneously drawing the shopkeeper’s attention away from you.

“Y/n! There you are! Nami said you were late so we should check on you.” Luffy’s upbeat voice called, his large smile greeting you when you looked over. Flanking him on either side were Zoro and Sanji who simply glared at the shopkeeper as you rushed over to the men.

“Mind telling us what’s going on here?” Zoro growled as Sanji pushed you behind him.

“That little wretch didn’t pay me the correct amount! She still owes me money!” the man shouted, pointing at you as you hid further behind Sanji. Tugging at the blond’s jacket, you looked up at him helplessly.

“He’s lying. I’m sorry. I wanted to tell him he’s wrong. I’m sorry.” you whimpered, burying your head into his dark clothes. You felt a weight press down on your head followed by an arm wrapping around you, starting to lead you away. Looking up, you noticed the brim of a familiar straw hat obscuring your view, a familiar soft hand on your shoulder as Robin led you away, giving you one of her usual, soft, comforting smiles. 

“Don’t worry, Y/n. You did great.” Chopper’s cheery voice said from beside you, his small hoof taking your hand as he gave you a smile. Despite the puffball looking younger than you at times, he was always looking out for you just as much as the others, cheering you on when he wasn’t outright protecting you. 

Watching Nami go on a rant about the shopkeeper as soon as you’d finished telling her made you giggle, the young woman practically breathing fire and storming off herself to confront the shopkeeper as you sat under one of the trees. The soothing song that Brook often played to help you calm down after a confrontation quickly had you drifting off in Robin’s arms, the young woman still comforting you, protecting you even though the ‘danger’ had long since passed. They’d protect you, not just from other pirates or marines, not just from the dangers of the sea or the monsters that lurked beneath the waves. They’d protect you from those who sought to bother you, those who sought to change you, and those who sought to frighten you. Because just like they were perfect the way they were, you were perfect the way you were, shyness and all. Walking back aboard the ship laughing, the three powerhouses of the Strawhat crew smiled over at you, supplies still loaded up on their shoulders.

“Is she alright? Not too upset I hope?” Sanji asked, kneeling down next to you as you slept.

“She’s fine. I think he was just a little too confrontational for her.” Robin said with a smile, comforting hand placed on your back as you snuggled your head further into her chest. Luffy gave a small laugh, gently taking his hat back and placing it back on his head. As happy as he was that it brought you comfort, you were asleep and he felt a little naked without it. 

“Then we’ll just go with her next time! We can protect her better that way. Besides, if we send her with Zoro then he won’t get lost and she’ll have someone to look out for her.” Luffy said, his usual sunny smile on his face.

“Like you’re any better. You get lost just as easily.” Zoro snapped, giving the rubber boy a look, one that softened as he turned his eyes back to you, “I suppose I can look out for her, though. Not like I do much else when we’re in town.” Zoro said, smirking. You were the young, shy crewmember, one that they’d protect, even if it was just from other people.

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[staygoldwriting]

Hello there, hope you are feeling good today 💜

So, I did some thinking (surprising) and I decided that Steve is not book smart but people smart. Like, I am sure he is not even aware of how good he is at reading people (Vicky example) or sometimes he just doesn't have enough knowledge on things to read them properly (robin example) but I think that's why he is such a great Babysitter™ - teens are hard to get along with and he does that really well. Anyway I would like to request a fic with Steve where the reader listens to him talking about someone and how he thinks they feel or something like that and she calls him smart and Steve is just, shocked to say the least. Hope it's not too much have a great day or night! (Don't know your time)

Hi!! I am feeling well today, but very tired! I played in the rain for the first time in a while 💕 I hope you're well too, and that this fic makes you happy! As always, I had a blast writing it 🤗 Please show love and support, friends!! ❤️✨

Word count: ~1.5k

Warnings: fluff, meeting the parents trope, romantic Steve x reader

For @maltinonka 😘

🤔 Real Genius

“Okay, so remember that my dad likes football but hates baseball. If my mom offers seconds, always say yes, but take small portions because she’ll keep offering throughout the night, and she thinks it’s rude if you take too much. And also, my brother may or may not be nice, he’s sort of picky like that, and he’s heard a lot about you from the kids at Hawkins High, so just-”

“Y/N,” Steve said, turning to you and holding your hands. “I promise you that everything is going to be just fine. Don’t forget that I am a multi-talented and charismatic being,” he boasted, making you groan.

“Steve, seriously!”

“I understand, baby, and I’ll take this seriously, I swear. But I don’t want you all nervous and stuff,” he said, wiggling your arms around, making you giggle. He kissed your forehead gently, then walked up to your parents’ front door. When Steve knocked, your younger brother, Patrick, opened the door.

“So, meet the parents night,” he said dryly, looking Steve up and down. 

“Hey, man, I’m Steve,” he said, nodding to your brother.

“Patrick. Come in. Don’t forget to take your shoes off.”

“Hello, brother,” you teased, giving him a small hug, which he returned. 

“Y/N, hi, sweetie!” your mom said as she walked into the living room. “And you must be Steve, hello!” she exclaimed, pulling Steve into a hug. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. L/N, you have a lovely home” he smiled, then winked at you. 

“Oh, you are too kind! Y/N, your father is out on the deck finishing up the grilling,” your mom said sweetly, gesturing to the door. You two walked out to see your dad singing loudly to his music as he flipped burgers.

“Hi, Dad,” you said, startling him.

“Oh! Hey there, pumpkin,” he smiled, then looked at Steve. “And who is this strapping young man?”

“I’m Steve Harrington, sir, your daughter’s boyfriend,” he said, offering his hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Harrington,” your dad grinned. “Do you grill?”

“I do every once in a while,” Steve smiled. 

“Good for you! I can’t convince ol’ Patrick to learn. He prefers to listen to music and draw. Not like my tunes though! He listens to that new heavy stuff.”

“I have a friend who listens to that music, he’s a good guy,” Steve encouraged. 

“It’s always given me the heebie jeebies,” your dad shuddered, making Steve chuckle. 

-🤔-

As you all settled on the deck to eat, you all had normal conversation. Steve was right-- everything was flowing pretty smoothly, and your anxiety soon melted away. You did, however, feel bad for Patrick; every single one of your dad’s comments might as well have been “I wish Steve were my son instead of Patrick!” Everything about Steve was what your dad envisioned as the “perfect guy.” Little did your dad know, Patrick was sinking.

“So, Patrick, your dad says you like metal music?” Steve asked suddenly, making Patrick look up in surprise.

“Uh, yeah? I’m guessing you don’t,” Patrick muttered.

“I don’t usually, but my friend Eddie does, and he plays some stuff for me. Like, actually though. He’s in a band. And he’s pretty good, I like the songs his band plays.”

“What do they play?” Patrick asked, his voice and posture perking up.

“Well, Eddie’s favorite is Black Sabbath, but they also play Scorpions, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Mötley Crüe, stuff like that.” 

“I like Iron Maiden,” Patrick said.

“I haven’t heard much of their stuff, but I guess my favorite would be ‘Run to the Hills’. What about you?”

“It’s um, ‘Rime of the Ancient Mariner’.”

“Woah, that’s a commitment! I’m sorry, but I had to cut Eddie off on that one,” Steve chuckled. “Have you ever drawn scenes from it?”

“Yeah, actually, I have,” Patrick smiled.

“I didn’t know that, honey,” your mom said quietly but happily.

“I’ve seen them,” you commented. “They’re really good. I’m sure Steve would love to see them, Patrick.”

“Would you?” Patrick asked excitedly.

“You bet I would!” Steve grinned. “I suck at drawing, so it’s nice to see some decent talent once in a while.”

“Hey, I draw you pictures all the time!” you argued, play-hitting Steve’s arm.

“I rest my case,” Steve smirked at Patrick, who was looking as giddy as ever. 

-🤔-

After dinner, Patrick showed Steve all his drawings, and Steve commented on every single one, asking questions and showing lots of interest. Some of the drawings were paired with songs, so you and Steve sat on Patrick’s bed as he played them, giving you both a slideshow with his drawings. Neither of the boy’s smiles faded, and by the end of the evening, Patrick had gained a new, not to mention incredibly unlikely, friend.

“Thank you for everything, Mr. and Mrs. L/N. The food was delicious and the company was wonderful. It’s been a pleasure meeting you both. You too, Patrick,” he said, mussing up Patrick’s hair. 

“It was our pleasure, Steve, you are welcome back anytime,” your mom said, giving you both hugs. “I’m very happy Y/N has chosen you to be her boyfriend.”

“I guess same here,” Patrick smirked. “But only if you take me to a Corroded Coffin gig!”

“It’s 18 and over kiddo, so you’ll have to wait for next month’s show,” you said.

“Dude, it’s gonna be your 18th birthday next month?” Steve exclaimed. “Oh, that’s our plan, you, me, Y/N, we’ll go to Eddie’s gig and then we’ll have pizza and cake after, it’ll be a blast! You’ll love Eddie, right, Y/N?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely,” you smiled. “Whatya think, Patrick?”

“Are you guys serious? That sounds like the best birthday ever!” Patrick said, giving you a tight hug. He hesitated as he looked at Steve.

“Bring it in,” Steve smirked as he patted Patrick’s back.

“Well, we’re off. I love you guys,” you said, and walked out with Steve.

-🤔-

“I can’t believe you,” you said, kissing Steve as you got in the car.

“I told you, I’m a genius with parents.”

“No, with Patrick! I couldn’t believe how well you two connected.”

“He’s a cool kid,” Steve smiled. “And I could tell by the way he acted at first that he thought I was still some no-good varsity guy, so I had to prove him wrong. And I could tell that he and your dad aren’t the best of friends, but it’s only because, if I may say so, your dad hasn’t taken the time to get to know him. Your dad doesn’t realize that being a guy involves stuff he doesn’t do, which I totally get, when I have kids, I’d love to have a mini me, but if they’re different like Patrick, they should know it's alright. Patrick is a great kid, and I don’t feel like he’s told that often. I mean, did you see how he lit up when I mentioned metal music? He’s not standoffish, he’s just a kid who’s dying to share his interests, but he doesn’t know enough people who are interested in them!”

“You, Steve Harrington, are so, so smart,” you said, kissing his cheek tenderly.

“What?” he chuckled. “I’m not smart at all. You’re the smart one, Miss College.”

“Steve, you met my brother for the first time today, and within two hours, you’ve got him hugging you and sharing his hobbies and passions with you. He shared more with you today than he’s shared with me in his life.”

“Well, sure, he’s an easy guy to read,” Steve shrugged.

“No, he’s not. Baby, you’re incredibly emotionally intelligent. I can’t remember the last time you didn’t understand how I felt or I had to tell you what I needed. You are amazing at reading people!”

“Well, gosh, thanks!” Steve smiled. “I’m really flattered, thank you for saying that,” he said, kissing your hand. 

“Of course, and I’m sorry I haven’t said it before,” you replied. “You’re the best.”

Steve tapped the wheel a bit and smiled to himself. At a stoplight, he turned to you suddenly with an incredulous smile. 

“You really think I’m smart?”

“Brilliant.”

Steve smiled to himself and continued driving. He laughed to himself a couple times, clearly feeling very giddy. 

“You know, you should tell Keith you think I’m smart. I always tell him I deserve a promotion because I can just look at someone and know what movie they’d like. If he heard it from you, he’d believe you.”

“Next time I’m there, I’ll definitely tell him, but don’t waste all your time on dinguses like him,” you smirked.

“Yeah, I’m too smart for him,” Steve said triumphantly. “But you should also tell Henderson. Knock him down a level, let him know he’s not always the smarter one.”

“I will be sure to tell him,” you smiled, then leaned over to kiss Steve’s cheek. “I love you, my genius.”

“I love you too.”

💜

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[hellfiremunsonn]

The Babe With The Power. Steve Harrington x Reader

The Babe With The Power.

I do not allow my writing to be republished anywhere other than my own blog without my consent

You Remind Me Of The Babe Part Two. Read Part One HERE

Summary: No real summary, just brat tamer Steve part Two, sort and simple tbh.

(REQUESTED) (sort of?)

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

WARNINGS: Porn with very little plot?, fem reader, orgasm denial, Dom! Steve, daddy Steve? Brat tamer Steve, dirty talking, reader is a brat, but not so much in this one, just very needy, fingering? (is it still called fingering if there's no penetration?), mentions of vomit, mentions of also murder but it's Hawkins so like it's chill, Steve also almost hits a cat with his car but the cat is fine don't worry.

Word count: 1419

Steve didn't let up with the "later" and "soon" for almost two weeks, bringing my right to that edge, reading to get pushed over at any moment only for him to draw me back. It was a cruel game but I loved it so much. I mean I would much rather be able to cum, but this give and take he was doing felt so nice.

He had been edging me for so long that such subtle things he did started to have an effect on me. Grabbing my shoulder while we were at work, touching the small of my back as he passed me in the aisles of stacked movies, tucking my hair behind my ear, or kissing me just below it. He could blow hot air in my direction and I would absolutely come undone. It got so obvious that Robin was constantly asking if I was okay, she said I looked like I was in pain and offered to let me leave work early, as I tried to pass it off as just a really bad period. But it went on longer than your average period and as another human with a uterus, I could tell she began to get even more suspicious. What really set her off was when Steve bumped into me and yelped and then had to run to the bathroom to throw up. I had so much pent up arousal, and was constantly on edge for so long it made me physically sick. Steve let up after that and stopped doing things on purpose to make it harder for me but still didn't let me cum, or give me permission to until sometime this weekend. So when he came over early to help me get dressed today it took everything in me not to attempt to jump his bones.

It was a cooler day in Hawkins. The summer weather beginning to slowly fade, and that cool fall breeze rolled through the streets. While getting dressed this morning Steve insisted no, demanded I wear this one pair of super tight jeans he loved to see me in. Mainly because they were so tight the seam would rub against my clit every so often. I had been squirming in my seat all day, and Steve was having way too much fun with it.

"Steve" I whined.

"Yeah baby?" He said looking over to me with a knowing smile.

"I'm literally like five seconds away from ripping my pants off and fucking myself at this point" I huffed, gripping at the tight fabric around my thighs.

He slowly reached over. Not taking his eyes off the road and placed one hand in between the apex of my thighs. Not moving it, just keeping it there, tight against my clothed cunt. I literally whimpered against his touch. Any slight movement from him could get me to cum wth how sensitive and desperate I had become. I began to grind my hips slightly sucking in a harsh breath with the pressure.

"You wanna cum today princess?" Steve chuckled at my response.

"Please, I'll do anything" I begged, my hands gripping at the sides of my seat, glancing down at Steves unmoving hand.

"Anything?" He questioned.

"I will literally kill for you right now if that's what you asked, please baby, please just touch me" Tears were effortlessly falling down my cheeks, pure desperation in my words. I didn't care how I looked or sounded, I just wanted to cum and I wanted Steve to be the one to make me.

"Alright that's a bit excessive" He said removing his hand from my thighs and I groaned in protest. "Relax baby, I just need to turn" He said with this hands rotating the steering wheel. "Unbutton your jeans for me"

Fumbling quickly with the button, I popped it open pulling the zipper down in the process. My breathing was quick and my cheeks were flushed as I waited impatiently for his next move. Still without looking at me he slid his hand into the front of my jeans, past my underwear and into the slick folds of my very wet centre.

"Jesus Christ, you're drenched" He said almost in disbelief. "I should edge you for this long more often"

"God no" I said hiccuping slightly as I felt myself already close to my release. He started rubbing hard and slow circles on my clit. My head falling back against the head rest of my seat, my eyes scrunched together.

"Nah, I couldn't do that. You just want to be a cock drunk little whore for me instead don't you?" he said while quickening the speed of his fingers that continued circling my clit.

"Y-Yes" I forced the words out of my mouth, barely able to form a coherent thought. "I want to be your, f-fuck, cock drunk little whore, only for you Steve, only for you" My whimpers and moans coming fast and Steve knew I was close. "Steve, I'm so close please don't-" Before I could tell him to stop, his hand was ripped from my pants as he held the steering wheel tightly in both hands and slamming on the breaks. The sudden movement from his hand leaving me and the breaks of the car lurching me slightly forward, I came. I came around nothing, from nothing. Squeezing my thighs together I reached for Steves thigh, holding onto him tightly as I rode out my orgasm, simply whining in the seat next to him. When my breathing slowed I opened my eyes cautiously, as they adjusted to the bright sun. I glanced at Steve, his chest rising and falling quickly from the sudden stop.

"Cat" He mumbled before taking a deep breath, sitting back into his seat relaxing his shoulders. His brows furrowed and I watched him as he looked at me, still unable to form words.

"Did you just cum?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

I nodded.

"From... Nothing?"

I looked away, my still damp cheeks from my tears heated, and I wiped the back of my hand across them, not caring much about the trails of mascara I was sure they left behind. "Yeah" I said breathlessly.

"That's so sexy" Steve said beginning to drive again, only this time stopping slowly in his driveway. "You still wanna be that cock drunk little whore for me?" He asked softly, his hand reaching up to my cheek, his thumb wiping away pieces of mascara. "Wanna cum so many times on my dick you can't think? can't speak? can't do anything but be a simple little fuck doll for me?" His last few words were a whisper.

Closing my eyes and leaning into his hands I licked my lips in attempt to gain the moisture back "Yes please"

"Good girl" He cooed before kissing me gently on the lips. "Now get that ass inside before I change my mind about letting you cum"

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

I love you page so so so much!! If it hasn’t been asked already maybe some littleEddie Head cannons?? It’d be so so so cute!

Little Eddie Munson headcanons

guys guys, I know everyone loves the Steve and Eddie duo but I really like robin and Eddie so deal

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He’s an outdoor kiddo, loves running around and getting into things he shouldn’t

Definitely the mischief type

Steve and Robin are his preferred Cg’s however Nancy can be really nice when he needs that extra care type of regression

Totally did not steal Steve’s sweaters just to use as flags when playing pirates, no way

If he is feeling less rambunctious he’ll climb up into trees and read fantasy books like he use to as a kid

He stays in the kid range rather than toddler or baby but pacifiers/teethers are a must

He’ll eat his hair if he doesn’t have one

Pacifier shirt clips are a life savior, both for Eddie not sucking a dirty pacifier and Robin not spending a million dollars on new ones when he loses them

Wayne has learned to ignore Eddie crawling through the trailer windows when he’s small, “it’s more efficient Wayne!”

Him and Robin play tag for hours on end while Steve and Nancy watch to make sure nobody trips

Eddie somehow always has things stuck in his hair when small

He takes a lot of baths but it’s not so bad as Robin will tell him stories she makes up while Steve or Nancy deals with eddies hair

Robins or Johnathans made up (off the top of their head) stories are Eddie’s all time favorite

Chalk is one of his preferred things to do, he likes getting his hands all colorful but also creating anything he wants

Sometimes he’ll go bother max if nobody’s around, she lets him push her wheelchair up and down their road (after season 4 ofc)

Robin and him go to the mall frequently to get ice cream once it’s rebuilt, she argues she made it better and Eddie always agrees even if he never had it when she made it

Sometimes Steve forces Eddie to wear his hair in braids when he’s small just to avoid how knitted it gets

Likes to scare Steve any chance he can, Robin helps and they’re almost always successful

But nobody can scare Nancy, except Steve

Steve feels too bad to do it often but occasionally Eddie and Robin talk him into it just to see Nancy jump

Writes up fake campaigns when small, shares them with Will who draws up the characters/scenarios Eddie made up

Bed time is either a nightmare or the easiest thing ever, depends on the person

Robin and Nancy can get him down with no issues

Steve and Johnathan aren’t so lucky

#jj headcanons #stranger things agere #little!eddie #eddie munson