mid-80s

[mid-80s]

alpha!steddie x omega!reader

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Down on your luck after the end of a long relationship, you find yourself trying to settle down in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana. After checking the Sunday paper for a way to make some quick cash, an add for an omega surrogacy gig catches your attention. With the promise of free food, housing, and all doctors visits paid for, and all you have to do is have a baby for a hot alpha couple? What could go wrong! series warnings: OMEGAVERSE, SMUT, ANGST, FLUFF, HURT/COMFORT, MISCOMMUNICATION. established steddie, strangers to lovers, idiots in love, close proximity, pregnancy, surrogacy, unprotected piv and anal, breeding kink, free use kink, m/m/f threesomes, dp, bitching, dom/sub dynamics, bondage type scenarios (not on reader), use of mommy/daddy but not sexually each part will have its own warnings.

Part One.

Part Two.

Part Three.

No tag list/tagging is restricted to mutuals only.

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i like the idea that art doesn’t masturbate without patrick, it’s some weird hang up he has, idk. anyway, patrick knows this and will go long periods of time without masturbating just to torment art <3

Oh I love your mind darling <33

CW: 18+ !NSFW! Explicit

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It probably started getting Pavlovian pretty quickly. Art needs to do it with Patrick at the same time or he can’t finish. Literally can’t come. It’s like Art understood everything Patrick taught him about touching himself except that people normally do it alone. Not with their roommates or friends. Definitely not in the same bed, while talking to each other about how good it feels. Patrick guiding him through it till he’s filling an old school sock with jizz, while gasping and breathing in Patrick’s ear, then falling asleep on Patrick’s chest.

But after years and years, it’s a whole thing. It might be okay with Patrick if Art wasn’t so repressed in every other fucking way. Patrick wakes up often with his fingers tangled in golden curls, legs intertwined with Art’s long soft ones, usually fully aroused. And then it’s just Art disengaging. Pretending none of it’s anything and they’re just bros. And it’s okay. It’s fine. Art has all kinds of ticks and weird hang ups this is just another one to add to the list. And Patrick doesn’t usually want to pass up an opportunity to have Art moaning in his bed even if it’s fucking frustrating after. Hell, it’d be nice if he could get a kiss every once in a while, Patrick actively fantasizes about putting his lips on Art’s, but that would mean acknowledging it. Which Art would never do.

Patrick isn’t vindictive. He swears he’s not. He just likes teasing. And Art is so high strung and easy to tease. And fine, maybe he does want to torment him a little. The same way he torments Patrick. Making it feel so intimate and sexual and then pushing Patrick away saying sex has nothing to do with it.

So some nights when Art gets in his bed, or asks if Patrick wants to put the mattresses on the floor and lie in the center of the room, usually an indication that he’s horny and wants to jerk off, because he’s never gonna be direct about it. Patrick will go through the motions, having already jerked off in the shower before bed and he’ll just pretend to be sleepy, or too caught up in the movie or whatever they’re watching and wait to see what Art will do. Patrick’s done it for a day or two in a row before, just curious about how Art would react. Usually he doesn’t do anything. He’s pretty passive. But recently Patrick’s been stretching the time.

It’s been two weeks now and Patrick can tell Art is losing it. He doesn’t even have a girlfriend at the moment so he’s got no way to release.

“Patrick,” he whines when Patrick feigns sleepiness.

”Yeah?” Patrick sighs, stretching out.

“Um…”

He can tell Art is frustrated, wants to complain but doesn’t know how without acknowledging it. Patrick smiles to himself and rolls over pretending to be so sleepy.

“Um can’t we… can’t we…”

“What?” Patrick rolls his eyes, he can’t even say it.

“I was hoping we could… you know,” he says, he sounds so whiny and desperate. He’s been dizzy all week. Barely able to focus on school or tennis. So fucking pent up. He’s horny all the time, cheeks always in full blush, eyes always dilated. So many ruined orgasms when he tries to do it alone. Near constant blue balls, erections flagging and coming back at all kinds of weird times. Like when he has to hide it during class when their 45 year old English professor walks in wearing a knee length skirt. All because he can’t make himself come unless he’s in bed with Patrick and Patrick’s doing it with him.

“What?” Patrick says.

“Patrick, you know,” Art whines. “We haven’t done it in forever.”

“Done what, I’m so tired,” Patrick fakes a yawn. “Practice has been kicking my ass.”

Art doesn’t say anything for a minute and then, “You’re fucking doing it on purpose,” he mutters, quietly.

“Doing what on purpose, sunshine? Sleeping?”

”Can we just fucking jerk off? Please Patrick, it hurts,” Art cries. The first time he’s outright asked for it.

Patrick smiles and rolls over. Art is flushed, his clear blue eyes are wet and he’s doing that pathetic shivering, sniffling thing he does when he cries. Patrick’s cock is filling up so fucking fast.

He touches Art’s swollen cock lightly, “Oh sweetheart,” Patrick says, pretending to be surprised, like he hasn’t felt it night after night. Rising and eventually flagging when Art falls into a fitful sleep. Art’s eyes flutter closed from the slightest touch, the tears pooled inside spilling down his cheeks as he sniffles and hums. Patrick watches him, Art starts grabbing at it too while Patrick slips it out and starts touching him properly. He’s moaning like it’s such a fucking relief for him, and fine, Patrick’s going to cave.

“You really can’t do this without me, can you sweetheart?” Patrick whispers.

“Mm, need it,” Art moans, lost in headspace. Patrick doesn’t usually get to touch him but now that he has he’s not sure he ever wants to stop, their hands are tangled up together sliding up and down, along the length. He gets a little more daring and leans in pressing his lips against Art’s parted ones.

Art is still, just breathing into Patrick’s mouth. Patrick teases his tongue along Art’s bottom lip and Art sighs. Then all at once Patrick feels Art’s tongue darting into his mouth and they’re kissing. And it feels so much better, so much more erotic than anything Patrick imagined. He doesn’t want to stop touching Art but he’s so hard he finds himself rubbing off along Art’s thigh.

Art barely reacts. He’s moaning, licking into Patrick’s mouth, so wet, he’s got his tongue all over the place. He starts shivering minutes later, gasping, and Patrick can feel the sudden rush of fluid along his palm where he’s gripping Art’s heated cock and suddenly Art is painting him with so much come.

It gets all over Patrick’s pajama pants, some of it on his stomach where his t-shirts riding up, thick heated ropes of it and Art is just whining against his lips as it pours out of him. He’s so loud their neighbors can probably hear him.

It’s so fucking hot, Patrick knows he isn’t going to last. Art is breathless, panting against Patrick’s lips when he’s done. And Patrick’s using some of Art’s spend as lube when he shoves his hand into his own pants and starts jerking himself off.

He comes one second after Art begins actively kissing him again. Then they’re just kissing, kissing, kissing. Slow, deliberate, wet kisses, while Art explores every inch of Patrick’s mouth with his tongue. They’re doing it for what feels like hours but is probably less than thirty minutes before Art is pushing himself up. “I gotta pee,” he says, stumbling to his feet. His hair’s all over the place, skin flushed, lips kiss swollen, eyes so bright. Sunshine.

Patrick knows Art needs to clean up, it’s another one of his things. He can’t sleep with it all over like that. So he changes his clothes while Art is in the bathroom and then uses it himself. Nothing changes after that, Art falls asleep on top of him. Patrick wakes up in the morning, all tangled up with him. He’s disappointed when Art wakes up and pulls away from him disappearing into the bathroom. Imagining that last night just made things even more fucking confusing. But then Art comes out and crawls back onto the bed to curl up with him, until it’s time to get ready for class and even lets Patrick kiss him on the cheek. And Patrick decides it was definitely worth it.

(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense, it’s even less proofread than usual and I’m all over the place writing lots lol)

[mid-80s]

Peeta Mellark Love Island AU moodboard

blackcat!reader x goldenretriever!peeta

i’m imagining Peeta and reader being og’s but being coupled up with different people in the beginning, but have a good friendship and slowly starting to like each other. They have secret meetings (think Leah & Rob before everything went to shit). They eventually win! This is just an idea, I’m not thinking abt doing a whole series but little blurbs here and there.

comment to be added to the tag list ❤️‍🩹

[mid-80s]

Tropes I can't get enough of for 800.

[mid-80s]

Okay hear me out.

Do you see the vision???

[mid-80s]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞

in this au reader is a bullied yet brilliant transfer student to the prestigious and haunted hawkins college in the early 90s. somehow she manages to catch the eye of a mysterious (and if the rumors are true, dangerous) group of lovers that change her life for better and for worse.

basically like my mafia!eddie verse, this will be headcanons and short fics instead of multi-chapter works! this is open for requests, my ask is open if you'd like to see something in this verse <3

MINORS DNI OR I'M SNITCHING ON YOU TO YOUR MOM

Masterlist

Who falls first?

What lengths will the fruity four go to get reader?

How did the fruity four get reader?

In this universe did the events of Hawkins happen to them?

The Killing Of A Sacred Deer Part One (mini fic)

The Killing Of A Sacred Deer Part Two (mini fic)

Taking Care of Reader

What do they all study at Hawkins College?

How do they act when Reader gets sick?

How do the fruity four get when they're jealous?

Teaching Professor Creel Part One (mini fic)

Teaching Professor Creel Part Two ( mini fic.)

[mid-80s]

this would make a really good movie

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛.||𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔!𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 2/2

summary:when the targeting of y/n reaches a boiling point, her soon to be lovers feed into their innermost monstrous selves in order to lose themselves in vengeance.

triggering: murder, blood, violence, a bone being put back in place, just dark all around

minors dni, this is not for you.

Part One.

                                                      𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖜𝖔.

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[mid-80s]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛.||𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔!𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 2/2

summary:when the targeting of y/n reaches a boiling point, her soon to be lovers feed into their innermost monstrous selves in order to lose themselves in vengeance.

triggering: murder, blood, violence, a bone being put back in place, just dark all around

minors dni, this is not for you.

Part One.

                                                      𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖜𝖔.

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[mid-80s]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚛.||𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔!𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 2/2

summary:when the targeting of y/n reaches a boiling point, her soon to be lovers feed into their innermost monstrous selves in order to lose themselves in vengeance.

triggering: murder, blood, violence, a bone being put back in place, just dark all around

minors dni, this is not for you.

Part One.

                                                      𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖜𝖔.

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[mid-80s]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞

in this au reader is a bullied yet brilliant transfer student to the prestigious and haunted hawkins college in the early 90s. somehow she manages to catch the eye of a mysterious (and if the rumors are true, dangerous) group of lovers that change her life for better and for worse.

basically like my mafia!eddie verse, this will be headcanons and short fics instead of multi-chapter works! this is open for requests, my ask is open if you'd like to see something in this verse <3

MINORS DNI OR I'M SNITCHING ON YOU TO YOUR MOM

Masterlist

Who falls first?

What lengths will the fruity four go to get reader?

How did the fruity four get reader?

In this universe did the events of Hawkins happen to them?

The Killing Of A Sacred Deer Part One (mini fic)

The Killing Of A Sacred Deer Part Two (mini fic)

Taking Care of Reader

What do they all study at Hawkins College?

How do they act when Reader gets sick?

How do the fruity four get when they're jealous?

Teaching Professor Creel Part One (mini fic)

Teaching Professor Creel Part Two ( mini fic.)

[mid-80s]

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hey! i go by she/her pronouns, im queer and love movies, anime and writing <3

requests are open for stranger things! i write for nancy wheeler, steve harrington, eddie munson, chrissy cunningham and robin buckley. i write for the younger kids as well but NO smut for them! im also comfortable with doing headcanons and blurbs! nsfw and sfw :))

going to try to get into writing for other fandoms as well such as DC and twilight! dont be afraid to send your ideas my way.

reqs/asks are always open! lets talk :D

[mid-80s]

Working on the professor vecna fic but here's more dark academia! fruity four and their brown skin brown nipple having angel baby pookie headcanons

How the fruity four act when reader is sick

Nancy somehow knows before reader does, already having the house stocked with fever meds and reader's doctor on speed dial. Reader is trying to get ready for class but Nancy's already got her back in bed, books and work away. Nancy's surprisingly strong and very terrifying especially if reader is doing anything but resting.

Robin can't be pried off reader, boasting that she never gets sick and grabbing anything and everything reader might need so reader doesn't have to move too much. Robin's in charge of entertainment and has the best sick day movie selection, skipping classes to cuddle reader. She's caught reader's plague a few days later but regrets nothing.

Eddie is a human fireplace, the moment reader so much as shivers in his presence, he's got her in his arms, fighting robin for the honor of keeping reader warm. When reader's really sick and in and out of sleep, he just takes her on his lap all bundled up, reads a little bit from The Hobbit or one of reader's first editions from the library, and she's out like a baby.

Steve pretends to be gross germs stay away but he's a worried little hen, he's doing temperature checks, he's making really bad soup (all you have to do is heat up the soup what the fuck did he do wrong?), despite just having a bad virus, reader caught him checking her pulse calm down steve harrington

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞

[mid-80s]

boy toys 🎾

[mid-80s]

love to keep me warm (art donaldson x fem! reader) 🧣❄

i love the winter weather/so the two of us can get together

the knock on your door isn't surprising. you stop the whisking of your cookie batter to open the door, met with art donaldson and his adorably ruddy cheeks. "hi" art says quietly, his breath creating a misty cloud in the chilly air. you usher him in, watching as he removes his fuzzy hat (given to him by you last year when you were briefly infatuated with knitting), his hair a little messy. you step forward and reach out for him, sweeping his blonde hair out of his face for him. art, ever shy, gives a small "thank you" <3

there's nothing sweeter, finer/when it's nice and cold

art is happy to help you sprinkle chocolate chips into the dough, popping a few into his mouth with a smile. he watches you put the cookies into the oven adoringly, trailing after you like a puppy when you make your way to the couch, laying next to you and finally relaxing as you lean your head against his shoulder, his nose filled with the scent of your sweet shampoo and the cookies currently baking in the oven <3

i can hold my baby closer to me/and collect the kisses that are due me

art smiles as you snuggle closer to him, wrapping a long arm around you as you both watch the window, looking outside at the fluffy snow that is starting to fall on the ground. it makes you cold just looking at it, and you shiver just a little. art can tell though, and he reaches and grabs one of the thick blankets on your couch, wrapping it around you both. this act of kindness warms your heart, inspiring you to pull his face closer to you and kiss him softly <3

i love the winter weather/'cause i got my love to keep me warm

art kisses you back, as always, following your lead and letting you take control. you're not interested in taking it further right now though, so you break the kiss, smiling at arts quiet whine when you do. you lay your head on arts chest, sighing when he wraps the blanket around your shoulders. art runs his fingers through your hair, making little curls with his finger. even as the weather becomes increasingly cold outside, you don't feel the chill at all, and you doubt you will ever again. all because you will always have arts love to keep you warm <3

[mid-80s]

day 10: rimming <3

a/n: im sadly only going to be able to do headcanons for days 10 and 11 because i have no time to write rn 😇

art is initially very nervous about letting you anywhere near his ass, not quite understanding why he's okay with you touching his dick, but extremely nervous about letting you rim him <3

the part he's most nervous about is that he's always felt the pressure to he more "masculine" and be the dominant one in the relationship, and getting his walls down and letting him admit that he likes being submissive took some time, but it's worth it <3

setting the mood is always important when you're intimate with art. you lay out a fluffy blanket on the bed, turn down the lights and light a couple candles, knowing that it's crucial that art feels comfortable <3

you have to reassure art throughout the whole process, pressing kisses into his legs as you spread them open, and reaching up to hold his hand while you take his dick into your mouth, opting to get him more relaxed before you try something new <3

the moment art feels your tongue on his hole he wonders why you two haven't been doing this the whole time you've been together. warmth blooms through his lower stomach as he squirms against the sheets, reaching a hand down to rub at his dick as you busy yourself against him <3

art (as always) cums embarrassingly quick, but it's understandable when you look up from your place between his legs and see the expression of pure ecstasy on his face. all of the stimulation keeps him twitching even after he cums, milky ropes of cum reaching as far up as his chin <3

there's only one thing that you regret about choosing to finally rim art.. it's that you can't give him a regular blowjob anymore, he always finds a way to gently push your head lower and lower until he finally get you where he wants you.. he's such a fiend <3

[mid-80s]

GLEN POWELL: I can pull off an Australian accent at, like, a bar in Texas, and like sell... ZENDAYA: Okay, I feel like I can do that too. Australian accent's hard though. GLEN POWELL: But not in Texas. They buy it. [x]

[mid-80s]

part four to this series

cw: 18+ mdni, mentions of blood drinking, fantasizing about biting, miguel’s got a thing for “sir”, EXTREMELY suggestive, no explicit smut just miguel losing his mind. this is the horniest one yet.. sorry!

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