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[ellecdc]

The Winner Takes It All

poly!Marauders x reader (gender not specified)

CW: slight light angst (between reader x other students), confusion on relationship status, fluff

You didn’t really know what you had done to win the affections of the infamous Marauder boys – namely Remus, Sirius, and James – but you weren’t going to question it too deeply; you quite enjoyed their company.

Everyone knew the three boys were together: Sirius and James were never known for their subtlety, and Remus was the reluctant (but quite pleased) victim of their near constant PDA. 

Somehow, you too had gotten swept up in their affections.

It wasn’t official – in the sense that you and the boys had never discussed what their flirting, pet names, cuddles, or forehead kisses meant in the grand scheme of things – but no one was ignorant to the chemistry between the four of you. The boys were so unbelievably sweet with you, and their attention felt like nothing short of worship.

James’ excessive excitement when you walked into a room left you feeling like you meant something; an overwhelming sense of belonging within his space. Sirius’ devilish flirting, compliments, and obvious ogling made you feel more beautiful than you ever thought possible. And Remus’ small gestures – whether carrying your books for you, ensuring you’ve eaten and drank enough water, and his special nicknames he seemed to save just for you - left you melted into a puddle of fondness. 

And that wasn’t always taken very well by others.

Namely, Emmeline Vance. 

The boys had been known to be quite…open…in their sexual encounters in the past and have, on occasion, included a fourth party in their dorm room activities. This quickly stopped when some parties felt this meant they were included in their dynamic.

Emmeline was one of them, and it appeared she wasn’t taking the news of them seemingly working to include an official fourth to their relationship very well. 

This is one of the reasons you hadn’t brought up exactly what you meant to them; you were not interested in simply being the boys’ next bedmate, and a part of you was afraid that bringing things up would expose the fact that this was indeed their hope.

The other part of you knew that the boys weren’t the kind to string someone along, and that they’d have to be playing an awfully long game if that was truly their angle. But the possibility squeezed at your heart nonetheless.

Emmeline had taken to making snooty comments to you when the boys weren’t around. Lily, Marlene, Peter, and Dorcas seemed particularly bothered by it, but you did your best to ignore her.

But there was a part of you that wanted to scream at her a little bit…you weren’t even technically in a relationship with them! You’d never slept with them, you’d never even properly kissed any of them, and you certainly hadn’t made any moves to make whatever this was ‘official’. 

Another part of you didn’t even want to entertain the situation. You had far more important things to concern yourself with: You were studying for your NEWTS, considering whether you wanted to head right into the workforce or explore further education, and where the hell you were going to live after graduation. 

Unfortunately, Emmeline wasn’t the only one to pick up on your new-found closeness with the Marauders.

“Well, well, well…look what the lions dragged in.” Mulciber sneered from behind you as you made your way up the path from Hogsmeade. You rolled your eyes and kept your head forward; you’d been given permission from the headmaster to run to the village to purchase more potions ingredients, but apparently, so had the Slytherins.

“What? Good enough for those Gryffindor’s but not us? Where’re you running too?” Avery continued with a malicious grin when you picked up your pace. 

Thankfully, you could see the Hogwarts grounds were up ahead, and Lily was there at the gates waiting for you.

“Sod off.” You threw over your shoulder, feeling slightly bolder in the presence of your friend. 

You smiled warmly at the redhead as she threw her arm over your shoulder, sparing the Slytherin gits behind you a withering glare as you carried on towards the castle.

“What’s their problem now, hm?” She asked you, still glaring at the boys.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, who knows. Not happy with anyone associated with the Marauders.” 

Lily snorted inelegantly. “I don’t even think they’ve bothered pranking the Slytherin’s lately.”

“Nope.” You agreed with a pop of the P. “Everyone’s got bigger problems right now.”

Lily laughed but it turned into a groan. “Yeah, speaking of: incoming.”

You followed her gaze to see Emmeline making her way towards the two of you.

“Hello Lily!” She said cheerily before her face turned stony as the considered you, “Y/N.”

You tried to refrain (somewhat unsuccessfully) from rolling your eyes as you said hello to the girl.

“Have you seen the boys around?” She asked feigning innocence, but you both knew exactly who she was on about.

Lily played dumb, though you knew that she knew very well who Emmeline was looking for. “Which boys, Vance? That covers just about half of the population at Hogwarts.” She asked coolly. 

“Remmy, Siri, and Jamie. Obviously. I’m going to ask them to Hogsmeade this weekend.” She shared with a sense of finality. You did roll your eyes at this, and Lily scoffed.

“Well, my first place to look for them would be with Y/N, and seeing as they’re not here, I couldn’t tell you.” Lily spat.

Emmeline narrowed her eyes and looked between the two of you before she levelled a glare at you.

“This isn’t over. I’ll win them back.” She said plainly, and something about her tone caused you to snap.

The Slytherin’s, Emmeline, the stress of not knowing – it was all too much, and you were done.

“You know what, Emmeline?” You said in a calm tone as you looked to the sky. “You can have them.”

Lily whipped her head to look at you bewilderedly at the same time Emmeline cocked her head at you.

“I beg your pardon?” She asked as you returned your eyes to her.

“If you think you can ‘win’ them, you can have them. I don’t want something that can so easily be taken from me, anyway. But you’re competing in a game that I’m not even playing, so either take them or leave me alone because I’ve got bigger fucking problems than your stupid school-girl crush.” You were out of breath by the time you finished; your face was hot, and you were sure it was likely the colour of Lily’s hair, but you willed yourself not to cry as you stormed toward the castle.

Damn being an angry crier.

You were just so tired – this wasn’t a game to you; these were your friends, perhaps more (you certainly hoped more), and it was also your feelings. But what you said was true – nothing that can be taken from you is worth keeping, not even them. 

Lily quickly caught up to you but knew better than to say anything now, giving you the chance to breathe and calm down. You both made your way to Gryffindor tower where you threw yourself haphazardly into one of the plush couches near the fireplace. 

“Fuck.” You groaned as you rubbed your hand down your face.

“You okay, hun?” Lily asked as she pet your head commiseratively. 

You groaned again as you let your hand fall from your head and hang dramatically off the side of the couch. “Yeah, just tired. Of everything.”

Lily hummed in sympathy. “Why don’t you relax up here? I can bring you something from the Great Hall for supper.”

You looked at your friend like she hung the moon. “You’d do that for me?”

She chuckled and pinched your cheek, “‘Course. Anything for you, gorgeous.” She winked, trying on her best Sirius Black voice to mimic what the boy has said to you many-a-times before. 

They really did treasure you, didn’t they?

You sort of regretted your outburst now – you knew the boys weren’t a prize in some juvenile contest; that’s what you’d been trying to point out – but you worried that’s not the way it sounded. What would they do once they heard? And you knew they would – hear about it, that is. Would their feelings be hurt? Would they understand? Would they feel embarrassed to be spoken about in such a manner?

You didn’t have much time to think about it after Lily left, because before you knew it, said boys were crawling through the portrait hole. 

“Angel!” James shouted at you as he found your form curled up against the arm of the couch. He made for you instantly, vaulting himself over the back of the couch sat opposite of you like some kind of living room gymnast and launching himself onto your couch, nearly right on top of you. 

“Hi Jamie.” You said shyly as his arms wrapped around your middle and he dug his face into the crook of your neck.

“Missed you.” He said, though the sound was muffled from the new home he seemed to have made in your being.

“Lily said we’d find ya here.” Sirius said as he sat on the coffee table in front of you. You grimaced in response.

“How was your trip to Hogsmeade?” Remus redirected at your obvious discomfort, taking a place beside Sirius.

“Oh, it was alright. I found what I needed.” You answered quietly, playing with the nailbeds of your fingers. Sirius quickly gave you one of his hands to play with instead. 

“We heard you gave Vance a verbal lashing.” He said as you fiddled with one of the many rings adorning his long fingers. You groaned and let your head fall back onto the couch. 

“Sirius.” Remus quietly (though lovingly) chided. “Do you wanna talk about it, dove?” 

And there he goes with the nicknames, and James’ cuddling and Sirius’ piercing gaze and what the hell were you even doing here? 

“No.” You answered. “I don’t know.” You amended quickly. 

“I hope she didn’t upset you too terribly.” James offered quietly as he moved his chin to rest on your shoulder so he could look at you. You were suddenly self-conscious of how the side of your head looked.

“No. I may have been a little out of line.” You acquiesced. Sirius scoffed dramatically.

“Please, you’ve never been unreasonable a day in your life. You should try it once in a while.”

You chuckled at the dark-haired boy. “If anyone can drive me to it, it’ll be you boys.” You tried to joke, but it came out somberly. 

“I’m sorry if being with us makes things a little tricky for you, with other students.” Remus apologized. 

You snorted. “I’m not sure why being friends with you guys should be such an issue for other people.”

“Friends?” James asked as he sat up a little straighter. You cocked your eyebrow as you turned to look at him.

“Well, I don’t know…We’ve never really discussed anything, I didn’t want to assume…” You trailed off as you started picking at your nailbeds again. This time, Sirius moved to his knees in front of you and took both of your hands in each of his.

“Assume. Assume it all; all of it, everything. We’re yours.” He said emphatically, punctuating each sentiment with a squeeze of your joined hands.

“If you’ll have us…” Remus corrected, and you felt something swell behind your eyes at the faint blush that appeared on his cheeks. 

James seemed just as moved by Remus’ bashfulness as he leaned forward to caress the boy’s cheek. “We know we’d love to have you.” James finished for him.

You sniffled and offered them a tight smile. “I’d like that.”

Sirius deflated instantly and let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank gods. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you said no.”

“Die, probably.” James said seriously, surprising a laugh out of you.

“We never wanted you to feel insecure in your place with us, dovey. We’re sorry we didn’t make it clearer how much you mean to us.” Remus continued.

“It’s not that. You make me feel very…” but you trailed off timidly.

“Very…” Sirius continued with a devilish grin. You tried to hide behind your hands but he held-fast. “Don’t get shy on us now, gorgeous. How do we make you feel?”

“Cherished.” You whispered, and you watched as the mirth left his face, leaving behind only fondness.

“Oh, thank merlin.” James breathed. “I thought I’d have to up my flirting; and I don’t know if you guys know this, but I already live at 100% love always.”

“We know.” You, Sirius, and Remus answered in unison. 

“Okay, Jamie. Scoot.” Sirius said as he stood. He hardly waited for James to make room before he’d picked you up and flipped you two, so he was now sitting in your spot, and you were in his lap. “My turn.” He muttered as he put his face in the crook of your neck like James had before. James didn’t seem to mind the intrusion much; his arm thrown across Sirius’ shoulders and fingers rubbing at the baby hairs on your neck.

“Y/N?” Remus asked, and your toes curled in anxiety at how serious he looked.

“Yes?”

“May I kiss you?” He asked, keeping his honey gaze locked on yours.

You felt a grin overtake your face as you nodded emphatically. His smile matched yours as he leaned forward resting his hand on your knee and pressed his lips gently to yours. You felt so incredibly complete – Sirius’ arms wrapped securely around you, James gently massaging your neck and shoulders, and Remus’ lips on yours.

Both you and Remus seemed reluctant to separate, but you did. He pressed one last kiss to your lips before he leaned back into his seat on the coffee table.

“Does this mean we get to do that all of the time now?!” James asked excitedly, causing the three of you to chuckle. You didn’t much mind the sound of that.

“There was no competition.” Sirius said quietly from his place in your neck. You turned your head which forced him from your neck as you looked at him inquisitively.

“There was never any competition. Between you and Emmeline.” He clarified, silver irises seeming to bore into your soul. “Between you and anyone.” 

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and ducked your head.

“And even if there was,” James continued, “you’d have won by a landslide.” 

Read the companion piece: The Loser Has To Fall

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[judeswhore]

how about a blurb where steve's girl comes into family video asking for a hug after a bad day and he practically trips rushing to give it to her?

oh ik for a fact steve wld drop everything immediately for his girl

you sought out steve the second you stepped into family video, pushing on to your tip toes to peer around the almost empty store in search of your boyfriend. you were seconds away from crying, tears already brimming in your eyes, that awkward lump lodged in your throat and after the day you'd had all you needed was the comfort of steve's arms and the steady thump of his heart to ease the ache inside of you. robin glanced up from the computer, the grin on her face slowly slipping into a frown.

"oh, hey, y/n are-"

"where's steve?" you hadn't meant to cut her off, didn't mean to be so harsh but you were embarrassed about your impending break down and in that moment your boyfriend was all you wanted.

“harrington, your girl’s here!” her yell was rather loud, startled one of the customers standing just beside the counter and your body felt hot from the attention it brought to you. it did grab steve’s attention immediately however, his head popping up over the top of one of the shelves, hair slightly disheveled. like robin, the smile on his face dropped instantly when he saw your expression, the exhausted look on your face, the obvious remnants of old tears settled beneath your eyes.

"baby," he dropped the tape in his hand with a clatter, matching the pouted look on your face as you stepped further into the store. you swiped at a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek. "hey, what's wrong?" you shook your head, sniffled rather aggressively.

"can you just- can you come here? really need a hug, stevie." your voice cracked and so did steve's heart, a soft noise tumbling from his lips as he nodded, clumsily pushing the cart he'd been using out of the way. his jacket got caught against the side of it and he swore under his breath when it rattled rather loudly into the shelves of horror films. in his haste to get out of the aisles and around the counter to you he whacked his hip off the corner and almost tripped over a wire robin hadn't tucked away, wincing as pain rolled over his skin.

his arms opened immediately and you met him halfway, let him tug your body down one of the aisles and away from prying eyes before he wrapped you up against his chest. he’d turned so his back was to the customers, hiding your frame as you pressed your face into the soft fabric of his shirt, your arms circling his waist, fingers clasping a little at his back. steve’s own arms came around your upper body, one pressed flat palmed to your shoulder blade, the other gentle against the back of your head, cradling you against him and the second you were tucked away safely the tears fell.

you melted into him, let him hug you tight, his grip helping keep you steady as his thumb brushed comfortingly over the back of your head, his lips pressed into your hair. he kept like that for a few minutes, let you hold him and cry, let you get it all out while pressing the occasional kiss to the top of your head or squeezing your shoulders a little tighter. his head dipped a little lower, neck craned almost awkwardly so he could brush his lips over your ear.

“i’ve got you, baby, m’here, yeah?” he kissed your temple, strained back up and pressed his cheek to the top of your head, swayed you both ever so slightly. the ache inside of you had dulled slightly from the intoxicating scent of him and the steady thump thump thump of his heart beneath your ear when you turned your head. the tight grip he had on you kept you grounded, helped you realise you were here with him and not back having the shift from hell, helped to slow the flow down of tears that had soaked through his shirt.

as you turned your head and pressed your cheek flat to his chest his hand shifted from the back of your head and cupped your jaw, large palm warm over your cheek. his thumb brushed the tears away, soothed over your damp skin until your body completely relaxed and your lashes fluttered from exhaustion. he kissed your forehead, let his lips linger for a few seconds. in his arms it didn’t feel like you were in family video, his warmth and comfort made you feel like it was just the two of you, wrapped up in his bed, covered by his sheets, a soft tangle of limbs and it eased your heart, made it feel less heavy.

“y’wanna tell me what’s wrong?” voice soft he grazed his thumb down the bridge of your nose, smiled into your hair when you kissed his palm and then shook your head. you tightened your arms around his waist.

“can you just hold me a little longer?” steve didn’t need to answer verbally, only nodded and squeezed your shoulder, went back to the soft back and forth of his thumb over your cheek. he knew he needed to work, the shelves wouldn’t organise themselves but nothing, not even his job, would come before making sure you were okay.

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[elliewlums]

okay, here it goes:

shy! inexperienced! ditzy! reader x steve harrington

*r = reader

so imagine r works at a flower shop and has a very soft, fairytale like vibe and aesthetic to her. she’s obsessed with flowers and knows the meanings of each one, she likes putting lil flowers in her braids, she acts very similar to luna lovegood y’know? skipping instead of walking and saying whatever’s on her mind and having interests considered weird. her and steve are secretly in love with each other and r’s way of showing her affections to him is by gift giving— baking him sweets, making him a handmade necklace with his birth flower pressed on it, giving him her favorite ring, and giving him whatever else she thinks is pretty. like pretty rocks and pretty flowers and pretty crystals and pretty trinkets. r always giggles and blushes whenever her stevie is nice to her and she just wants to love on him as much as possible while unbeknownst to her steve just wants to spoil her as much as possible.

steve is absolutely in love with his flower girl, everything about her is perfect for him and she makes him feel like he’s in a disney movie pining after the pretty princess. he’s her dream come true if you ask her. however, giving the fact she’s entirely inexperienced and introverted, steve doesn’t know how to make a move on her without scaring her away.

it turns out that when she gives him her first kiss, steve’s knees buckle and he melts and they can’t let go of each other, whines and whimpers and moans are audible, and steve just kisses her over and over again until he asks her to please be her boyfriend.

fluffy friends to lovers with clingy! lovesick! steve and his shy! giggly! girl

HARMONIA HOW COULD U DO THIS TO ME I’M SCREAMING. also this got out of hand i adore this i wrote A LOT

i’m thinking about the first time steve and his best girl kiss.

you skip down the street, bunch of flowers in hand and practically vibrating with energy; your usual placid demeanour replaced with something fiercer, something only steve ignites in you. in the other hand you clutch a plate of warm cookies, freshly baked for your best boy.

when you turn into family video, the ruffles of your long skirt wafting around you, robin wolf whistles. you giggle.

“steve, your girlfriend is here!” she singsongs; you grimace slightly.

“i’m not- not his girlfriend, rob,” you murmur, ever soft spoken. months of pining and gift giving and a strong friendship, and you’re not entirely sure your feelings are reciprocated. you set down the bunch of handpicked dahlias paired fittingly with carnations: representative of a lasting bond— pure, innocent love. something to be cherished. whether you’re his girlfriend or not, it’s clear how much you adore that boy. even if you’re totally out of your depth when it comes to relationships.

steve’s already grinning when he turns the corner and approaches you.

“hi, flower,” he coos, picking up the bunch of flowers with a reverence you deem exuberant. “these for me?”

“yeah,” you mumble shyly, picking at your fingers as he examines them. robin thinks she sees hearts in his eyes. “you like ‘em?”

“you kidding?” he asks, breaking into the most gorgeous, rapturous grin. “i love them! thanks, babe.”

“brought you these, too,” you whisper. “thought they might make work easier.”

his heart clenches at your demeanour, the way you hide in on yourself for fear of disappointing him; like you could ever, you hang his moon and his stars, his flower princess.

“you’re an angel, you know that?” he asks. your cheeks heat and the feeling spreads, all the way down your body with white-hot affection. you’re pleased. steve continues, “why don’t you hang around for a while? havin’ you would make work easier.”

“okay.” you say, ecstatic that he asked. both of your hearts ache for each other, wanting, needing to be close, to be connected. the tension is so thick that you almost bow under the weight of it.

he holds out his hand to lead you around the back of the shop where he’s been stacking tapes. it’s quiet and you hold the ends of his fingers oh so gently. when he turns to face you, he’s much closer than he was before. and no matter how nervous you are, you can’t move away. he seems similarly trapped by your proximity. you step closer, hands trembling. steve exhales.

“angel.” he murmurs. you nod, bumping your nose with his. you don’t remember ever being this close to someone before. “baby, i really want to kiss you. would that be okay?”

you nod once and he presses for more, those honeyed brown eyes filled with concern and anticipation even as his hand comes up to cradle your jaw.

“i want it to be you, steve. i do.” you gulp. “you know i haven’t- you know - kissed anyone before?”

“i know,” he says. he’s melting and soft, voice low so as not to scare you. “that’s okay. but i still really want to kiss you, if you’ll let me.”

you don’t share any more words before pressing your lips to his; it starts slow, controlled before steve relents and grabs your face, coaxing your lips to part with his tongue and licking into your mouth with a groan. you match him with equal enthusiasm, standing on your tippy toes to card a hand through his chocolate locks.

“oh,” he sighs, the relief of him finally having you where he wants you palpable. you smile but refuse to pull away, pushing yourself closer to him. his knees actually buckle and he moans into your mouth, wrapping thick arms around your waist to keep you flush to him.

“steve,” you whine as he pulls away. his pillowed lips next find a home on your forehead, your cheeks, the very tip of your nose, the dimple of your chin.

“angel.” he grins and kisses your neck. “please, angel.” your lips again. “i need you.” the crown of your head. “please let me be your boyfriend.”

you nod vehemently, overcome with love.

“stevie, i want you to be my boyfriend.”

“you do?”

“i do.”

“my girl.” he tests the words on his tongue. “my girlfriend.”

“my boyfriend,” you giggle back.

“yours, flower.”

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[katyswrites]

hi katy can i request #4 or number #50 from the prompt list with steve please

Sure thing, my love! I took a wild guess and made this a really smutty one, so enjoy. 

Prompt 4: “Wanna bet?”

Prompt 50: “In my defense, I really wanted to.”

Summary: You make the mistake of doubting Steve, so he has a point to prove to you.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/afab!reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), cocky!Steve, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), p in v, praise kink, Steve being a little shit, established relationship, lots of banter

Smutty blurb below the cut!

It had started innocently, really. Well, somewhat innocently. 

“Bullshit!” you cried, stifling a laugh. “There’s no way that you -”

“Can make you cum three different ways in ten minutes?” he finished, smiling smugly. Despite yourself, you felt hot, hearing him say it so casually - all you wanted was to kiss that smirk off of his face.

“Yeah, exactly - I mean, you’re fucking great, but you’ve never -”

“That’s just because I want to make it last for you. But, it’s a Harrington record.”

You crossed your arms, lifting your chin. 

“Sorry, but I just don’t believe you.”

He got a devilish glint in his eye then, and that’s when you knew you were done for.

“Wanna bet?”

*****

“Oh, fuck - oh my God, Steve -”

You reach down and thread his fingers in his hair, where it’s settled between your legs. He groans as you tug on the brunette strands, arching your back with the movements of his tongue. You plant your feet into the mattress, moaning as his tongue circles your clit. 

You’re already shaking, still sensitive from your first orgasm moments ago.

“First my fingers, then my mouth, then my cock, got it?” he had said, peppering messy kisses down your chest as he did. He’s making good on his bet, having you a melted mess under his touch in minutes.

Now, you moan, nearly whimpering as he laps hungrily at your folds. It takes one more circle of his tongue over your clit, and you’re done for - you’re bucking your hips into his face, his name on your lips as you scream, tugging harshly on his hair as you see stars behind your eyelids.

He works you through your high, hands placed firmly on your hips as he licks lazily at your folds, pressing deep thumbprints into your skin that you know will serve as reminders later.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you mewl, practically begging. “That’s good, that’s enough, it’s too much -”

He takes the cue and stops, pulling away slowly and hoisting himself over you. His grin is glossy, covered with you, and you don’t even have it in yourself to call him smug, of full of it. Instead, you pull him down for a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue, groaning at the dirtiness of it all.

“Jesus, baby,” you whisper, scratching the back of his scalp lightly. “You really know how to make good on a promise, huh?”

He smirks, and kisses you again, brief and hard. “Well, not quite, princess.”

Before you can say anything else, he’s on you again, kissing you breathless, arms caging you on either side. You let him, moaning into his mouth. You hate giving him the satisfaction of winning anything, of proving a point, but it’s a losing battle. He’s all around you, flooding your senses, and all you can think about is Steve.

You’re so caught up that you hardly notice him unbuckling his belt, pay no mind to the sound of an opening zipper and denim being pulled down. You feel him against your stomach, and allow your hand to travel down to palm him through his boxers, his tongue exploring your mouth as you do so. 

He hisses as he feels your hand through his boxers, breaking the kiss and pressing his face into your neck.

“Wait, baby, fuck - if you keep doin’ that - I’m not gonna be able to -”

“Prove me wrong?” you chuckle, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Yeah - that actually is gonna get me off more than anything else.”

You slap his arm, and he lets out a low laugh. You open your mouth to tease him more, but he’s pushing your hand out of the way and sliding his boxers down, allowing his hard cock to spring free. Before you can even think about trying anything else, he’s pressing his leaking tip against your folds. With the barest touch to your still-sensitive clit, your breath catches in your throat and your toes curl, wrapping one leg around the back of Steve’s and pulling him close.

“Needy, are we?” he asks, his voice low and raspy, his breath tickling your ear.

“Shut up,” you breathe, feeling his grin pressed into your hair.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks innocently.

“C’mon,” you whine, pulling him closer again with your hooked leg.

“Use your words, princess,” he rasps.

“Ugh, fine - I -” you gasp again as you feel his cock brush your slit, coating himself in your wetness. “ - I want you, Steve. All of you.”

“‘Atta girl,” he whispers, and without a moment’s hesitation, he pushes into you roughly.

You throw your head back and arch into him, crying out at the intrusion. He slips in easily, the slick of your two orgasms guiding him right in. You stretch around him, and he groans as you envelop him. You both wait there a moment, adjusting to the feeling.

“Fuck, baby -” he whispers, voice strained. “You’re always so fuckin’ tight - you take my cock so well.”

You whimper, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer, digging your nails into the space between his shoulder blades.

“Move, please,” you beg.

“So bossy.”

You want to roll your eyes, but then he’s moving, thrusting fast and rough. He knows you so well by now, knowing that right now isn’t the moment to be slow and soft. You move with him, meeting his movements with your hips, taking him as deep as you can.

“Fuck, Stevie - you feel so good - ah, yes, right there -”

“Baby - you’re so good, takin’ me so well - it’s like your pussy was made for this cock. Isn’t that right?”

You just moan, pressing your lips to the column of his throat, sucking on the skin there as he slams into you.

Soon, it’s just pants and moans, the slapping of skin and sheen of sweat, Steve whispering sweet and filthy praises into your ear.

“Such a good girl - fuck, baby - you’re takin’ me so good, look at you - you gonna come for me, sweetheart? I know you’ve got one more in you - come on my cock, I know you can.”

“I do, baby, I do,” you cry, voice wavering. “I’m close, so close - fuck, harder, faster -”

He reaches up and interlocks his fingers with yours, pressing your hand into the mattress as he fucks into you, the softness of the gesture contrasting the filthy sounds coming from both of you. His other hand snakes down your body to where you two meet, rubbing fast and hard circles on your clit, and that’s all it takes.

You both come together, pressing your foreheads together and you cry out his name like a prayer. You clench around him, walls fluttering as he empties into you, your vision surging white. He whispers sweet nothings as you both work through your highs, making your heart flutter and blood sing. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, - what a good girl, coming three times for me.”

You both wait for your breathing to slow down, your fingers threading through his hair and along his scalp soothingly, him pressing a few sweet kisses into your shoulder. He pulls out of you as he starts to soften, and rolls to his back next to you, still holding your hand. Neither of you say anything for a moment as he rubs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

“So,” he starts, the air of cockiness returning to his voice. “Still don’t believe me?”

You scoff, and roll over to slap his shoulder playfully, earning a hearty laugh from him.

“Okay, fine - you win. But, we don’t know if it was actually ten -”

As if on cue, you hear a shrill DING, and you whip your head towards the nightstand, where an egg timer is going off.

“Steve,” you gasp, looking at him incredulously. “You actually set a timer?”

He grins, reaching over to turn it off, then turning back to face you as he props himself up on his elbow.

“Yep - I had to make sure you knew I wasn’t talking out of my ass. And time to spare, too!”

You stare at him for a moment, and then break into laughter, and absolute giggle fit, covering your face with your hands. He joins you, burying his face into the pillow to stifle his laugh.

“You’re such an asshole,” you gasp, fighting to get your words out between giggles.

“I love you too,” he replies, voice softer. 

You feel your stomach flip, still not entirely used to the boy lying beside you, even after all this time. You lean over and kiss him, sweetly and softly. 

“You know - you didn’t really have to prove your point like that. I mean, you’ve basically set the bar for our sex life so high -”

He rolls his eyes and shuts you up with a kiss, smiling against your lips.

“In my defense,” he whispers, “I really wanted to.”

He pulls you in his arms, and you lay your head on his chest, sighing. He pulls the comforter up to cover your bare bodies, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Well,” you say, nuzzling into him, “I’m glad you did - I’m going to have to get you back though.”

And, well, he certainly can’t protest that.

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[daydreamingleclerc]

what about jealous Mick, or for a soft meeting the family fic x

gna do the jealous one bc there’s really not enough suggestive mick content on tumblr dot com i really feel like @whorekneecentral and i fly the flag currently

warning: smut

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“Y/N? where are you?”

“at thirst, can you come and get me and sarah?”

the bass of the heavy music almost busted the sound on your phone as you called mick in the bathroom of the club. mick shifted on the other end of the line, and you realised quickly that he must’ve been in bed.

“if you’re in bed then-”

“don’t be silly, Y/N, of course i’ll come and get you,” he said, “i’ll be fifteen minutes, make sure you’re waiting outside okay?”

“love you.”

“love you too, sweetheart.”

you were excited to have gone out with a few of your friends, but it didn’t go as expected. fiona had ended up going home with a mystery man only an hour into the night, jasmine’s boyfriend scott had gotten far too drunk and it resulted in him getting booted from the club, and taylor’s purse had got stolen by someone who the bouncers managed to catch, and she was now giving a statement to the police alongside zara behind the bar.

all in all, it was a pretty shit night. sarah was on the verge of passing out thanks to a significant amount of jagerbombs, and her friend benjamin, who you’d met several times and hooked up with once long before mick was in your life, wouldn’t leave you alone all night.

mick pulled up outside the club and he watched you with eagle eyes as you laughed at one of ben’s jokes while sarah’s long term hook-up, sam, slid her into the backseat of mick’s car.

“Y/N? babe, come on, we really need to get going,” mick wound down the passenger seat window and you turned to face him mid-way through your innocent conversation with benjamin.

mick’s jaw tightened as he saw benjamin’s arm hook around your waist, and when you gave him - and sam - a quick, completely platonic peck on the cheek, he squeezed the steering wheel that little bit harder.

scrambling into the passenger seat, you’d barely shut the door before mick sped off in the direction of sarah’s apartment, which wasn’t too far from yours.

“are you okay?” you would ask him, but he wouldn’t respond, eyes on the road as his jaw clenched. you knew almost instantly that it was because of benjamin. “look, if this is about what i think this is about then-”

“-lets just wait ‘til i’ve dropped sarah off, baby.”

mick’s emphasis on the word baby implied that he was trying. to get through to you that you were his and his only, but you couldn’t help but have a little more fun with it.

after a few more minutes, sarah’s flatmate was at the front door to greet you and helped her wobbly legs up the stairs and out of your hair. you blew a harsh, hot puff of air from your mouth.

“how’s benji?” mick’s voice was almost like venom when he mimicked the name you called benjamin by. “does he still wanna get back into your pants?”

“probably,” you admitted, “didnt ask, but his bodies reaction to the kiss i left on his cheek told me the answer was almost definitely a yes.”

that’s when mick pulled over on the motorway. it was one thirty in the morning, and it was rare that a lot of people came down this motorway to get back from the city centre on a night out. you poked your tongue into your cheek, knowing full well you had got what you wanted.

you climbed out of the passenger seat and met mick at the front of the car, when almost immediately he had you pressed against the bonnet with your legs spread wide open. your hands splayed across the top of it and your cheek was cool on the metal.

“you’re mine,” he would say, leaving a harsh sting of lovebites down your neck, “havent i made that clear?”

you heard the elastic of his boxers pop back and before you could say anything, he’d pushed your dress up to your hips and his dick was already pressing inside of you.

he would leave you no time to adjust, one hand would wrap around your ponytail and he would pull you up, so now only your hands were braced against the bonnet, and your back was pressed flush against his abdomen.

his hand moved to your neck, and with each, harsh thrust you made a strained noise that made him grunt.

“how many times do i have to punish you for being a brat when you come home? hm?”

his thumb and forefinger squeezed at your chin, pressing your lips together so that you couldn’t even speak. “you’re so fucking wet,” one of his hands spanked your arse and you jolted, “all for me, isn’t it baby?”

you didn’t answer.

mick was riled up even more by that, and he pushed you back down to the bonnet and his thrusts became deeper, more intense and sloppier as you clenched around him with every thrust.

“i’m gonna ask you again,” he warned, “you’re so wet, aren’t you, sweetheart? and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

“y-yes sir.”

“good girl.”

mick fucked you for a while longer until you hit your orgasm, and the feeling of you squirting your juices around him left him cumming inside of you, both of you panting as you desperately tried to get your voices back.

your hand rested on his thigh as he started up the engine again, and you smiled at one another.

“he means nothing to me, you know that, don’t you?”

“of course i do,” mick nodded, shooting you a soft, toothy grin as he excited the motorway. “i love you, sweetheart.”

“i love you and only you, mick.”

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[manic-eddie]

modern au!eddie would definitely wear these‼️

a little blurb about Eddie wearing these👇🏻 *a little suggestive but nothing too nsfw*

like you would be sitting in bed reading a book while is in the shower then he finally comes out of the bathroom but instead of seeing him in his plaid pajama pants and raggedy Metallica shirt that he would normally wear to bed, he is wearing those briefs. he literally struts out of the bathroom like he’s some Victoria’s Secret model and is walking down a runway, he literally puts on a whole show and when he finally gets to the bed he points down to the *ahem* area that says ‘bite me’ and says “you know what to do babe;)”

#bella’s blurbs #baby blurb #eddie munson #edward munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson memes #st eddie munson #eddie munson edits #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #st #stranger things drabble #stranger things blurb #eddie stranger things #vampire!eddie #modern au #modern!eddie munson #st season 4 #stranger things season four #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson meme #eddie munson imagine #stranger things meme #stranger things memes #modern!au #modern!eddie #eddie munson blurbs

[gingerjolover]

ur phoebe blurb hottest thing ive ever read in my life actually … a full fic might be needed

i am adding this to my list 🫡

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[yanderemommabean]

Yandere male, desperately fucking into Reader, whimpering and whining and pleading to cum inside, saying he’s been such a good boy, he’ll do anything, and you just yank on his leash and try to hold on for dear life as the man nearly bends you in half to get deeper and claim even more of you, completely taking away your ability to think let alone talk.

-Mommabean (Its just Elias, really)

#Elias my oc #Yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yandere lemons #My ocs #Elias my baby #Mommabean #yandere blurb

[moonstruckme]

Flirtation

summary: when Sirius won't stop tormenting you with pet names, you think to take revenge, but he doesn't react as you expected

Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 546 words

You jolt a little when a hand lands on your shoulder, a second before Sirius plops down beside you in the common room. 

“Sorry, dollface,” he says, sliding his hand from your shoulder to your neck in what you suppose is meant to be a soothing motion. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You smile, though your heart only beats faster now that you know it’s him. “You didn’t scare me.” 

“No?” He asks, and there’s that unrelenting teasing tone in his voice. “Does my beauty just shock you every time you see me, then?”

You flush, looking to where your fingers play with the hem of your skirt. Sirius knows he can turn you into a stammering, blushing mess with only a pet name or a tilt of his lips, and he never lets you forget it. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating or how much time you spend with him, you never get used to his audacity. 

“Doing alright, sweet thing?” he croons, taking your face in both hands so you have no choice but to meet his eyes. They’re alight with mirth. 

“Mhm.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.” 

“You’re blushing.” 

“I’m not.” 

“You are.” He makes an indent in your overwarm cheek with his thumb, looking entirely too entertained at your misery. And it feels unfair. Why should he be able to fluster you whenever he likes, and you can’t even bring yourself to look him in the eyes? “I know I’m a lot to take in, but really, sweetheart.” 

You force yourself to do it, before the boldness has a chance to leave you. “Sorry, baby,” you say, forcing yourself to look deep into Sirius’ cool gray eyes, “I can’t help but be nervous when you’re looking at me so prettily.” 

You relish for a moment in victory as Sirius’ eyes go wide, but then his mouth drops open and he melts. 

“What did you just call me?” he breathes.

Your confidence has exceeded its time limit. You cringe in on yourself, but Sirius catches your hands before you can use them to cover your face. 

“C’mon,” he says, in that soft voice that he almost never uses in public, the one that makes you want to curl up in his lap and tell him all your secrets, “please?”

You glance around, but no one is paying attention to the two of you. “Pretty.” It’s a whisper, but Sirius beams all the same. 

“And?” 

You slouch shamefully, sinking into the couch cushions. “Baby?” 

Sirius throws himself back like you’ve shoved him, grinning like a lunatic. He comes back to you quickly, and there’s pure, unadulterated adoration in his eyes when he says, “You’re killing me, dollface. Say it again.” 

You sigh, but indulge him. “Baby.” 

He clasps your hand between his, pulling it to his chest theatrically. “Yeah, sweetness? Whatever you want, you can have it.”

You’re trying to be exasperated with him, but you’re laughing. “Siri, stop, please.” 

He pouts. “If that’s what you want. But if you ever decide you really want something from me, just say the word, angel, and I’ll do it.” 

“Sure thing, pretty boy,” you say quietly, emboldened by his behavior, and this time, when Sirius flops back dramatically on the couch, he takes you with him.

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[hapinesbuterfiy]

i dunno if uve done this(js ignore it if u have T T) casually dominant rafe habits w sweet n kook reader!!! id like to know if his hands are js magnets attracted to her waist whenever shes near :)) that is alll, ilysm pretty!!<33

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rafe is so naturally dominant. he doesn't realize it, but he's always manhandling or guiding you in some way shape, or form. it's simply instinctive.

he's very observant. he knows all the products you use and restocks them when you finish them with you asking. sometimes he'll even look up the ingredients in them to make sure your not using anything harmful. "can you stop using that glow recipe shit? shit's awful for your skin i looked it up" as he's adding the entire dermalogica line into his sephora cart and checking out, making sure it's on your account so you don't nag him about not getting the points.

his hands are like magnets, forces that are constantly glued to your body. his calloused palms resting on your hips as you walk through parties, guiding you and making sure that your not walking into people. his hands roam through your entire body, cupping your tits, grabbing your ass, pressed against your neck no matter where you are. he has no shame, everyone knows your his girl.

he's very particular about what you wear, even going as far to set out clothes for you before you go out because he knows how long you take to find an outfit. he likes pastel colors but hates neons, especially green. he loves mini dresses especially the ones that push up your tits and flow around your ass, but nothing too revealing.

he's a natural protector. always scoping out the people around you, death starring the creepy old men who attempt to check you out, as you mindlessly cling to his bicep. he knows how clueless you can be, and makes it his sole purpose to protect you.

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[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

SMUT!!! Minors dni!! Dry humping, slight groping, somnophilia, ‘just the tip’ trope (it’s not gonna be just the tip🤭), unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it), breeding kink, slight use of daddy/mommy, cream-pie. Cursing. I don’t write smut very often so apologizes if it’s not very good. Happy valentines day🤭🫶🏼

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Thinking about Baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who insisted that you take the bed in his room after you suggested to sleep in Gabi’s room, swearing you wouldn’t fall off her twin bed despite both of you knowing you move way too much in your sleep to stay on that thing comfortably all night.

Baby daddy!Miguel who wouldn’t take no for an answer, resulting in you setting up shop in his room. Leaving the room right before you were about to sleep to get a glass of water, only to see your 6’9 ex trying to squeeze himself into his couch with a blanket and pillow. You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh at the sight or not but you sure as hell felt the ache in your chest while you watched him twist and turn in an attempt to not fall off while also trying to find a comfortable position. With a begrudging sigh, you told him, “come on, get in here.” while nodding towards his room.

Baby daddy!Miguel that slept on the right side of bed, while you on the left. Both with your backs facing away from each other, but you both forgot how much you both move in your sleep, and despite not having slept in the same bed in 9 years, your bodies have somehow gotten themselves into a spooning position sometime in the middle of the night as you both slept.

Baby daddy!Miguel who had only been with a handful of women since your break up, and with his new refound love for you, couldn’t help himself but start to get hard in his sleep. The feeling of your ass pressing against his cock only made it worse.

Baby daddy!Miguel who let out quiet whimpers and groans when he slowly started to rut his hips into yours. Now half awake and mind hazy, and he knows he should stop but the silent whine that fell from your lips and the way your hips roll back so your ass meets his groin again keeps him going.

Baby daddy!Miguel who had to bite down on his lower lip to keep himself from groaning too loud so you don’t wake up as he dry humps you like he did after a frat party 10 years ago. Dipping his head and planting soft wet kisses on the back of your neck as his hands slowly drag themselves up and down your body, your hips, your ass, your tits, wherever they can grab.

Baby daddy!Miguel who almost creams his pants when he hears you sleepily call his name in that breathy and high-pitched voice you always got when you’re hot and bothered. Feeling like he was dreaming when he asked if you wanted him to stop and you said no.

Baby daddy!Miguel who couldn’t stand not being inside of you any longer, but he didn’t have any condoms since he hasn’t been seeing anyone recently. So with the most whiney desperate tone you’ve ever heard this man speak in your whole 12 years of knowing him, he asked, “let me put in just the tip please?” And who were you to refuse?

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“Porfa amor, just the tip I promise.” You never thought you’d find yourself humping up against Miguel like a bunch of horny teens again, yet here you were, in his bed with his hard-on pointing at your backside, you’ve never been more thankful then at that moment your daughter had to participate in the soccer teams sleepovers then you did now. (Please baby,)

You couldn’t take it much longer either, never feeling so overheated in a tank top and a pair of his boxers that fit you like oversized shorts. Why did you both have to sleep half naked? You quickly nodded your head, glancing over your shoulder to get a peak at Miguel as you panted out, “okay, okay just the ti-“ but you didn’t even get to finish the full sentence before Miguel flipped you both so you were on your back as he hovered over you, one hand supporting his weight while the other grabbed the boxers and your panties to tug them off of you. Your hips rising to help assist him, kicking them to the side as he takes off the pair of boxers he was wearing before his hand came down to pump his cock a few times, lining it up to your cunt as his lips met yours to swallow your whines.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this pretty pussy…” He groans as he finally sinks the head into you, his lips dipping into the croak of your neck as you let out a small hiss. Despite it only being the first two or so inches you couldn’t help whimper at the stretch he provided, you’ve truly forgotten how big he was. “Shh, shh, I know mami, no one takes care of you like I do…” He cooed, his hand running through your hair as he leaves sloppy kisses on your neck, and whether you knew it or not he was right, both in bed and in general. “Let daddy take care of you…”

“Mig-fuck-“ You moaned as your eyes fluttered shut, your hips bucking up to get some more of him in you. He must have read your mind, pulling out fully before sinking himself into your heat again, a bit deeper this time. “So good-Miguel.”

“Yo se, mami, yo se… he didn’t fuck you like I do huh?” He asked between pants, each thrust filling you more and more. You were too busy moaning to answer, so you opted to nod instead . “Fuck your so pretty like this cariño… might have to fuck another baby in you.” (I know, I know…) (sweetie)

“Fuck Miguel-I’m gonna-“ With one final thrust, he finally bottoms out, making the knot in your lower stomach come undone. Wave after wave pulsing through you as you squirm underneath him, his orgasm soon follows. Pumping his seed deep inside your used cunt, his thrusts grow sloppy as he helps ride you both through your orgasms.

When he finally pulls out you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the sudden loss of him, only left with the feeling of him dripping out from between your legs. You barely got time to catch your breath before his hand went to your hips and turned you over so you were on all fours.

“You thought we were done? No way sweetie. I finally got you back, we’re going all night.”

Thank god you were on birth control.

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Part 5.5<

Part 6.5<

Not proofread.

Word count: 1.1k (girl idk how that happened either)

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[judeswhore]

ok this is my first time requesting so sorry if it makes 0 sense but Steve taking reader home after she’s had a few too many drinks at a party and she’s getting all handsy and keeps trying to ask him out even though they’re already together and all he can do is laugh

this made perfect sense and i love the idea!

"c'mon pretty girl, gimme your hand." steve held his car door open with one hand against the top of the window, his other hand outstretched for you to take, palm up, fingers wiggling slightly. from your place in his passenger seat you gazed up at him, doe eyes full of clear adoration and just a little bit of awe, glinting in the faint light from the street lamps.

"you think i'm pretty?" he could only smile at that, humming and nodding his head, taking hold of your hand and pulling you carefully from your seat. you wobbled a little, settled into his side when he wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed the side of your head. he awkwardly pushed the car door shut, huffed out a soft laugh because you'd shifted and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressed yourself flush to his chest.

"prettiest girl i've ever seen." he gripped your waist, watched a smile appear on your face, big and bright, eyes crinkling at the corners. your fingers got lost in his hair, just a little clumsy and he winced when your rings tugged on the strands, smoothed his hands down over your sides.

"i think you're really pretty, too." steve grinned, wrapped one arm securely around your waist, the other trying to find his door key on the little silver ring, all while guiding you to the front door.

"yeah?"

"yeah, real pretty. i bet all the girls love you." he could only snort, a breathless sound, his fingers fumbling with the lock as yours traced over his chest. you skimmed your nails over the material of his shirt, focused a few seconds on the hem before pushing beneath, running over the band of his jeans. "are you taking me home?"

"we're already home, baby." he pushed the door open, caught the way your lips had tilted into a smirk, fingers dipping a little dangerously beneath his jeans and he had to tug your hand away. he sent you a warning look, ignoring the pout that had settled on your face. "hands to yourself tonight."

he pressed his own hand to the small of your back, pushed you into his hallway as he kicked the door shut, locked it again before setting the key in the bowl on the little table. you watched him, hands swinging at your sides, smile sleepy and fogged with alcohol, gaze tracking the length of his body as you reached to hook your fingers in his belt loops. you tugged him closer, his hands finding your upper arms as he led you down towards his kitchen, knowing he had to get you some water and pain killers.

“do you wanna go out with me?”

“go out with you?” you nodded, watched him through your lashes, tilting your head with a look of faux innocence because your fingers were trying to work the button of his jeans open.

“yeah, you’re just so pretty, don’t want anyone else to have you,” you pressed a kiss to his jaw, lipstick staining his skin. “want you to be my boyfriend.” again, your lips fell into a pout when steve gently pulled your hands away from him, re-buttoned his jeans and in one movement lifted you to settle you on the counter top beside the sink. the kitchen was dark, bathed only in the light from the moon through the large windows and he watched it flicker over your skin, catching on your eyes as his chest tugged just slightly.

“you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“uh huh, been thinkin’ ‘bout it all night, you’re just so pretty.” steve wasn’t entirely sure how much you’d had to drink but given the way you were trying to feel him up and asking him out despite two years of dating you figured it was a lot. your words were only slightly slurred, bumping into each other sometimes when your tried to talk a little too fast and it was all so endearing he couldn’t help but laugh, push a kiss to the soft skin of your cheek as he patted your thigh. “we can go to enzo’s right now, so i can show you off.”

“i’ll let you take me out tomorrow, yeah? can woo me and show me off as much as you want.” he paused, kissed the space between your brows where the skin had started to crease again. “but now i need you to drink some water for me and get some sleep.” he leant his body passed you so he could grab a glass off the side, hiding his smile from you when your hands started to wander again, pushing under his shirt so your fingers could card through the hair on his chest. he let you map out his skin for a few seconds as he filled a glass with water, tried not to let the softness of your fingers over his happy trail distract him because you were drunk and you were going straight to sleep, no matter how many times you tried to touch him.

“are you gonna take me to bed?”

“i’m gonna put you to sleep.”

“but stevie.”

“but stevie.” he mocked softly, grinning at your look of disappointment, holding the glass up to your lips for you to take a few sips. you watched him over the rim, trapped his body between your legs. “but nothing, you’re drunk.”

“m’not.” steve snorted, set the glass down when you’d finished and wiped his thumb over your bottom lip, got rid of the droplet that lingered.

“sure you’re not.” he kissed you once, soft and fleeting, just a gentle press of his lips to yours and rolled his eyes with a huff at the whine you let out.

“i thought you wanted to go out with me.” he hoisted you off the counter, held your waist to keep you steady, watched as your eyes drooped a little. he smoothed his hand over your cheek, shaking his head at your defiance despite the state you were in and felt an overwhelming kick of love in his chest.

“i already am going out with you, baby, and you’ll thank me in the morning so why don’t you stop pouting those pretty lips at me and let me take care of my girl?” you sighed, defeated by his words and let your head fall heavy against his chest, one arm circling his waist. this time you kept it above his shirt, curled your fingers in the material.

“you’re no fun.”

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[katyswrites]

Hi I love your writings... Can you write prompt 89 with 98? Maybe with Steve or Eddie which ever one feels right.

Sure thing, anon! I chose #98 and Steve, if that's alright! Baby blurb below the cut!

Prompt 98: “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: Highly suggestive (16+ - no actual smut, but definitely spicy), fluff, established relationship, Steve being driven nuts by reader in a sundress

It’s hazy, the way it tends to be late in the summer - the air is warm and thick, only tolerable thanks to the gentle breeze that offsets it, rustling through the trees and cooling the skin.  It’s too beautiful of a day to spend inside, which is why when you had heard that a pop-up fair was coming to town, it didn’t take much to convince Steve to take you. After the disaster that was Mayor Kline’s fair a few summers ago, this one seems much more promising.

You can’t remember the last time you and Steve went on a proper date - life had gotten busy, as it tends to do, and you two hadn’t taken much time to do something nice together lately. Which is why you decide to treat the night out like something a little special - you slip on a sundress, throw on some mascara and perfume, and head out the door when you hear his car pull up out front. When your boyfriend sees you, he lets out a low whistle, followed by a soft damn. Despite yourself, you feel your face heat, and giggle softly as you lean across the seat to give him a quick kiss.

“You look beautiful,” he says, face full of adoration as you close the car door.

“Not so bad yourself,” you reply, grinning as he backs out the driveway and down the road. The whole drive, you hold Steve’s hand on the center console, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand. A few times, you have to remind him to keep his eyes on the road, which thrills you more than you’d ever actually admit.

Once you’re inside the fair, though, all bets are off. Usually, there’s hardly anything to do in Hawkins at the height of summer, so you want to do everything - ride the Ferris wheel, play games, drink fresh-squeezed lemonade and split an ice cream with Steve, reveling in the cacophony of corny carnival music and the screams of people on rides. 

The whole time, Steve indulges everything you want to do, with a smile on his face. However, it doesn’t escape your notice how he can’t stop touching you; his hand in yours as you walk the grounds, sweet kisses at the top of the Ferris wheel, arm around your waist as you throw darts at balloons on a wall. Now, sitting towards the end of the night, you sit on a bench, taking in the sight of the neon lights against the night sky. You’re resting your head on Steve’s shoulder, chewing on the salt water taffies you had bought from the candy stand. Fair-goers walk right past you, in search of late-night snacks and rides with the shortest lines, but you’re more than happy to rest for a bit.

“This is nice,” you say, breaking a comfortable silence that had been going on for a few minutes. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It is.”

His arm is around you, gently rubbing your bare arm. You lean into him, sighing as you breathe him in - musky cedar, mint, and a hint of smoke from his favorite cigarettes. Soon, though, his hand is wandering downwards - his hand gently brushing your side, snaking down to your thigh. You nuzzle into his neck, before lazily trying to kiss him. You miss his lips, the first few times - you get his neck, his jaw, then the corner of his mouth. Finally, your mouth finds his, and you sigh into the kiss. It’s sensual, and slow. You shift, facing him better as you kiss him more hungrily.

Suddenly, the rest of the world is drowned out, and it’s only him - all of him, everywhere, flooding your senses like the air you breathe. His hand comes up to cradle your face, cupping your jaw as you open your mouth a bit, allowing his tongue entrance. He groans slightly into the kiss, his other hand gripping your thigh, causing your dress to ride up a bit.

The moment the cooler night air hits the bare skin of your thigh, you’re brought back to reality - the smell of fried food, the din of laughter and screams, and the acute awareness of things that aren’t Steve. You pull back, gasping for breath as you laugh.

“Steve!” you cry, giggling more as he tries to attack your neck with kisses.

“Yeah?” he asks, nuzzling into your shoulder.

“There’s - ah! - there’s people around -”

He pulls back, and sighs. The few wary looks of passersby don’t escape your notice, a few people rolling their eyes or laughing to themselves as they pass you two on the bench.

“That’s too bad,” he whispers, his voice rough and heated. He leans in closer, lips inches from your ear. 

“Because if we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.”

You shiver at that, immediately feeling your heart flutter, warmth pooling and pouring down within you.

“Is that so?” you ask cheekily, biting your lip as you look into his eyes.

He nods fiercely, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. 

“Yeah, baby - from the second I saw you in this goddamn dress, you’ve been driving me nuts.”

You smile, and grab him by the back of the neck, kissing him quickly and fiercely.

“Well, if that’s the case -” you look around, making sure nobody was too close to you, “- maybe you should take me home and help me out of this goddamn dress.”

He groans at that, then springs up, startling you as he makes his way to his feet.

“Well, if that’s the case -” he murmurs, holding out a hand to you, “- let’s get the Hell outta here.”

You take his hand, letting him help you up so you’re standing face-to-face. You grin mischievously, pulling him close to you by the waistband of his jeans.

“To be perfectly honest, Stevie,” you whisper in his ear, “we might only make it to the car.”

After that, neither of you can make it off of the fairground fast enough.

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[daydreamingleclerc]

How soft would Mick be bringing home his baby for the first time, and how attentive he’d be making sure you’re okay

oh my goodness 🥺🥺 changed it slightly so i hope u don’t mind <3 (also, i google translated what “daddy” in german was and it told me it was “vati”, pls correct me if i’m wrong thanks xx)

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“there’s my babygirl,” he would say, bringing a hand around your neck & kissing your forehead, but his eyes would be on your daughter, corrine - named after his mother, of course.

he would scooch onto the bed, your waters broke two weeks earlier than expected and hence, it was a home birth. being in germany rather than switzerland, his family couldn’t make it to the planned birth & neither could yours, so in a pinch he would call sebastian and hanna as well as an emergency midwife, all of whom arrive within ten minutes flat.

sebastian would stand with him at the edge of the room, and hanna would slide onto the bed with you as she translates what the midwife is saying because mick is far too nervous to even think about his bilingualism right now.

the midwife would grab him to watch as you push, with one hand on yours and another painfully watching you in a situation a thousand times more painful than his. sebastian would stand at your shoulders and he would be the voice of reason - translating, keeping his breathing in touch with yours and mick’s so neither of you ended up in a panic.

“look at her,” mick would say, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you sunk into his side, exhausted, with corrine wrapped up in a fluffy blanket in your arms, “you did it.”

his lips would never ever leave your head, whether it was your temples or your forehead, he always wanted them to be on your skin. corrine cried in your arms and you began to gently rock her so she would quieten.

“she wants her daddy,” you would reply back to mick, and you held corrine up to him but he shifted. “mick, it’s okay.”

he was nervous, you sensed that right from the minute you decided you were going to keep the baby and become parents. his eyebrows creased and you looked up at him, “i havent held a baby since i was a child,” he admitted, “what if i do it wrong?”

“you won’t, baby,” you replied, sitting yourself up by shuffling on your bum. by this point, angie had settled on the other side of mick, eager to meet her new sister after sebastian and hanna brought her upstairs once the labour was over. “hold your arms out for me, like i did.”

mick would inspect your arms, and you carefully passed corrine to her daddy, smoothing down her head with your thumb. “make sure to support her head, babe, don’t let it drop,” you would snag a pillow from the side of the bed and shove it under the elbow that corrine’s head would rest on so that it was easier for mick to support her head. “like this.”

mick’s shoulders would loosen, especially when corrine stopped crying almost as soon as she was placed in his arms. “hi, little one,” he said, his face glistening when corrine opened her tiny little eyes for the first time, only for you both to find that she had his gorgeous, shimmering blue eyes, “i’m your papa.”

sebastian would laugh, “papa sounds a bit old for you, mick.”

mick would laugh along and your hand would find his hair, ruffling the top quiff, “okay, okay,” he said, “i’m your vati.”

she stretched at that point, as if acknowledging mick’s words and angie bumped her nose against mick’s bicep, almost as if she was patiently waiting to be introduced. mick looked down at the girl who was once the entire apple of his eye, until he met you, but now you - and angie - both knew you would be pushed back to a joint second place.

“do you wanna meet your sister, angie?”

angie’s eyes batted, and she bumped mick’s bicep once more with her nose. you stroked angie’s head and nodded when mick looked at you for approval, “angie, this is your sister, corrine.”

the pair of you let angie give corrine a sniff, and after a few moments she licked corrine’s cheek gently, before climbing up higher on the bed and licking at mick’s face in excitement.

“shall we put her in her cot?” you asked mick, “she looks tired.”

as you went to move to get the cot from the other end of the room, you winced out in pain at the feeling shooting up in your stomach through your groin.

mick, in noticing your pain, almost dropped the baby to help you until he realised how delicate corrine was.

“what’s wrong?” he would frown. “are you okay?”

“i’ve just pushed a person out of my vagina, mick,” you hummed sarcastically, “it’s just sore.”

he laughed, and you would thank hanna when she brought the cot up to your side of the bed. mick got up carefully and slotted corrine into the comforter, noticing how truly small she was when she settled down inside of it.

you attempted to crawl out of bed once more, but you couldn’t, and in noticing a patch of blood on the sheets your cheeks burned red; despite the fact that mick had almost indefinitely cleaned your blood from his bedsheets before.

“do you want me to get you anything, baby?” he cooed, jumping back onto the bed and laying down with his head on your chest. his hand flew to your stomach, where he immediately started to massage where you had the shooting pain, much like he did whenever you had period pains.

“just some painkillers would be great,” you yawned, “and maybe a celebratory box of chocolates.”

mick would chuckle and kiss your forehead, “of course, sweetheart,” he continued to massage your stomach, “but right now you need to sleep.”

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Best friend steve showing you how to finger yourself but it’s just so goofy and unserious but like soooo hot

18+

(characters are high but all consensual.)

Honestly, if anyone had had to ask, you weren’t sure how you would have explained it. How it started, whose idea it was, how the topic of conversation even came up.

But there had been a joint rolled, some of Eddie’s special strain and then you were a few puffs into a second shared with Steve before your shorts were lost at the bottom of his bed.

You were both giggly about it, eyes half lidded and lazy but that all changed when you’d stripped, the boy’s eyes going a little wide, pupils blown as he looked at all the skin on your bare legs.

Your t-shirt covered you for the most part, a ratty old band shirt that had a hole in the collar and it hung just past your underwear, a pair of stupid pink things with a bow on the front.

Less than sexy. This wasn’t sexy.

It was— it was?

“Like this?” You asked, a little breathless, a little embarrassed, but there was laughter in your throat and you weren’t sure what you were even asking because Steve couldn’t even see what you were doing. “Fuck, this is stupid.”

You were against his pillows, the film forgotten in the background, the bowl of popcorn and gummy worms spilled on the floor. Steve was still at the bottom of the bed, sprawled out on his side as he watched you, the dopey smile on his face turning slack because you had your knees hiked up and your heels pressed to his sheets. Your hand was down the front of your underwear, clumsy fingers searching for something you’d told him didn’t really work for you.

You don’t know why you’d told him that.

Steve adjusted himself, his growing cock pressed to the mattress as if he was supposed to hide the fact he was turned on. He wasn’t really sure if you’d be more offended if he wasn’t. He didn’t know the rules when it came to getting yourself off in front of your best friend. So he kept it a little light, laughed breathily and asked:

“You’re such a dumbass. Are you even touching your clit?”

His words buzzed through you, a simple question but bordering on the dirty talk you heard on the late night channels that you always kept at a low volume. You squirmed, shrugging, unable to take your eyes off of Steve. He was watching your hand move, fingers swiping through your folds under the soft cotton and you felt yourself get a little wetter.

You wondered if he could see, if you’d have a little damp patch between your spread legs.

“I think so?” you claimed. “I don’t— it’s just, it’s too slippy to feel anything properly. They didn’t teach us this is sex ed, you know.”

Steve inhaled sharply, breath stuck in his throat like a chokehold. You watched his cheeks burn, a pretty pink glow across the high points of them and you wondered if he’d move closer, if you asked. His hand was lying near your ankle, fingers twitching.

“No, I know— shit, uh—“ Steve swallowed audibly, shifting again, hips moving uncomfortably and you wondered if he was hard, if he was turned on too. “Just— move in circles, be a little softer, Christ, babe. You’ll… you’ll feel it.”

So you did, two fingers exploring slowly, up and down between your spread folds, moving a little higher until you jumped, the pads of your middle and pointer touching a little bump that made your leg jerk.

You laughed, feeling stupid, feeling floaty, bone lazy and searching for another type of high. You crinkled your nose, lashes fluttering as you touched that spot again and again. Slow circles, soft and timid.

“Oh,” you murmured, mouth parting.

You were still watching the boy.

Steve pressed his lips together, watching you back, gaze flickering from your hand underneath the pink cotton to your face, the pretty way your eyes went hooded and dark.

“Yeah? Feel good?”

You nodded, grinning at Steve’s words, head feeling dizzy at the sensation that was building, a hook in your stomach that was pulling tighter and tighter. A laugh bubbled from you, elated, high. “Yeah, s’feels good.”

You thought you heard Steve let out a soft noise, a moan, maybe. He swore, head falling slightly, his forehead bumping the bed before he went back to staring.

“Will I come?” You asked, still smiling, still feeling buzzy. “Like this? If I keep doing this?”

You were squirming again, chasing your fingers and Steve was watching open mouthed. He’d moved, finally, the rock hard evidence of your show evident in his jeans. Steve was too far gone to try and hide it now, the length of him aching and when he dragged the heel of his palm over himself, you keened, eyes tracking the movements.

“Yeah, fuck— yeah, just keep doing what feels good, okay?” Steve voice was hoarse, wrecked sounding, pretty sounding. “You’re doing real good, babe.”

The phrase made your hips lift from the bed a little, fingers boring down a little harder now, confidence growing and the laughter leaving your throat as Steve kept rubbing over his cock, looking at you like were made of gold.

“Holy shit, that’s really fuckin’ hot,” he croaked, “you gonna come, yeah?”

You nodded, head tipped back into the pillows, bones nothing but liquid heat now as your fingers slid messily over your clit, your underwear stretched out over the back of your hand. You wondered if Steve could see anything, if the elastic in the stupid, pink cotton had given away enough for him to see the wet folds of your pussy, if he could see the way you were spread out and desperate.

You wanted him to keep talking. You just didn’t know how to ask.

You keened, back arching, fingers fumbling and face scrunching up in frustration. Your foot slipped, nudging at Steve’s arm and he caught your ankle, wide palm wrapping around it as he held you, keeping you grounded. His thumb ran over the bone there, delicate and making you shiver.

“There you go,” he murmured and he laughed when you did, disbelieving and drunk sounding. “That’s it, huh? Fuck, you’re so good, so good. I can’t believe you’re gonna let me watch you come.”

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[buttermilkpastry]

Morning Poem-Luna Lovegood

While I was getting ready, I noticed a small piece of parchment on the nightstand.

I walked over a picked it up and noticed the dainty handwriting of Luna.

Dear Moon Frog, it read.

You're like a happily ever after in a fairytale.

A nargle that is kind.

Your hands are a blanket that warms

You're the sunshine of my life

With great due and love, Wrackspurt

I read it over multiple times until I realized I hadn't finish getting ready.

I grabbed my wand off the nightstand and grabbed my robes. I stuck the poem in my robe pocket and finally left my dorm, my mood better than when I first woke up.

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