#stevens ♡♡♡♡ oh my god

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Guys im never getting over their handwriting being different ♡♡♡♡♡ theyre literally the moon sys 🥺🥺 i lvoe them all

[beach-him-off-until-he-kens]

what are your favorite sexy scenarios with your Ryan F/Os?

Oh what a fun question 👀!!! Thank you for asking!!!!

♡ Officer K being very grabby while making out on his couch in his apartment, mainly when I'm wearing a midi knee-length skirt. I LOVE thinking about this man's hands bunching the material of my skirt, glittery fabric spilling between his fingers as he's pulling and tugging. Feeling the petticoat adding extra layers of volume/texture and it just makes him wanna bunch it in his hands even more, clawing at it when we start getting really into it. Him pulling me onto his lap, leaving the skirt on while he undoes the buttons on his pants, and we just do it right then and there on that uncomfortable ass couch with his face buried in the crook of my neck, groaning like a starved dog.

♡ Driver being SO fucking horny out of his mind. When I drop into his dimension and it's been too long he just does his usual prolonged eye contact but with More Intensity silently saying let's get out of here. He gets us alone somewhere and it doesn't matter where, we're gonna fuck. Shannon's Garage after hours. His '73 Chevy Malibu (malibuuuu). The LA River. On top of the hood of some old race car he's fixing up. His living room floor. The shower. The kitchen counter. Oh, and I guess the bed works too... it's almost like a sleeping predator jolts awake within him and he just has to pounce immediately

♡ Sometimes when I leave Driver's dimension, he thinks I might not come back. He tries not to worry, but the fear is always in the back of his mind. Sometimes he's worried that I'll have another nightmare about him and I'll be too scared of him and I won't visit his dimension anymore. I tell him I'm fine now and I've never felt better and I haven't had any nightmares about him in a long time, but he still gets anxious. So any time we fuck, if the position allows it, he's hugging me. Arms wrapped around me and he tries to make me feel as secure and safe as possible. One hand cradling the back of my head, thrusting at a quick but steady pace that wouldn't hurt me but his little groans and little huffs sound almost heartbreaking when he hugs me tighter and tighter. Like I'll disappear if he lets go. I think about that a lot ;u; it's comforting to think about being hugged during sex and especially if it's with him

♡ Driver masturbating to the thought of me in his car -- I have doodled variations of this one hundred thousand times and I'll do it one hundred thousand more!!!! Sitting in the driver's seat, putting on some Charlie Puth songs on the radio (that dude has some horny asf lyrics and in interviews he's said he wants his music to sound fuckable in the most literal sense so I think it's perfect lol) reclining his seat back and going to town. I like thinking about him putting on "Smells Like Me" bc the lyrics seem fitting for us. He's missing me while I'm in Ken's dimension but he isn't worried bc I'm the one wearing Driver's scorpion bomber jacket. I could be getting action from any other guy or gal but I've got Driver's scent on me as long as I'm wearing his jacket and he likes that little sense of ownership over me, a bit of possessiveness... not in an extreme way but he just feels such an overprotective urge to make sure a part of himself is always with me. I DUNNO I don't care if that's in character or not, it makes me feel really good hehehe////

♡ Wait god I need to bring up K again..... I know it's a little out of character but I love daydreaming about him being sooo comfortable with me as our relationship progresses. You know how in canon, he comes home from retiring replicants, nearly getting killed, and he roleplays with Joi that he is just a simple human man who is coming home from a 9 to 5 shift at the office? He'd do that with me; he can come home from a long day and find me waiting for him on his bed - I'm wearing a skirt with a petticoat underneath bc I know he'll enjoy the texture of the folds between his fingers as he slides the fabric up my legs. Him doing the little "tsk tsk" click of the tongue while shaking his head, leaning over me with his hand snaking between my thighs, saying "oh, you poor thing, you've been soaking wet for me all day, haven't you?" and suddenly his stress of the day is gone. He forgets the dried blood on his face, the bruises on his neck, the stab wound in his shoulder. He crawls into bed and guides my hand, sliding my palm down his pants, tilting his head... "you feel that, sweetheart? feel what you do to me? I couldn't concentrate on my reports today, all I thought about was you..."

♡ That opening Bangkok party scene in The Gray Man, except put my self insert in there wearing a red dress to match Six's red suit, with white flowers and stars to match Dani's flowered suit. I know Dani isn't a Ryan F/O but I wanna think about her pulling me away into a private corner of an empty room and eating me out. Same with Suzanne oh my god please I need that woman to eat me out so BAD PLEASE ughhhhh. okay okay this was a Ryan F/O question... I'm sorry. I got Keri'd away

♡ The opening Bangkok party scene in The Gray Man and YES it makes NO SENSE for Six to be horny enough to need to pull me into the closet to fuck me, and that miraculously there wouldn't be cameras or mics in any of the rooms, but hear me out: you can do whatever you want forever and nothing in life matters. I'm working on a fic where mayhaps, against all odds, the Lord has given this horny desperate gentleman seven minutes where absolutely nothing bad will happen to him; he sees me in that red dress and he's like "Jesus CHRIST I missed my glittery wife. Baby please get over here." I have been in other dimensions for what, two weeks, maybe even two months, and this man has not only missed me so fucking bad, but he is starvinggg. He pulls me into a storage closet and we don't have time to Properly Fuck™ but I wanna give him a handjob just to give him some relief. His hands shaky while undressing me just a little bit so he can touch me wherever he wants, his head buried into my shoulder while he's groaning as quietly as he can. I think about this all the damn time and I really wish I had the time/energy to draw it. Maybe someday.

♡ Dean kissing me while straddling me on his bed, then slowly backing up and sliding his palms under my mini skirt, being very gentle and making eye contact with me the whole time he's slipping off my underwear, checking that I'm okay. Going really slow when he puts his head between my thighs, the whole time our song is playing in the background. Yes this is just me 100% self projecting over Cindy but that is exactly what canon love interests are for !!! and I like to think about him reaching out one of his hands and intertwining our fingers while he's eating me out 🥺🥺

♡ Ken eating me out and laughing into my thigh every so often. Licking his lips and saying "sweet girl..." giving that nickname a whole new meaning. I also think the image of him being completely oblivious to giving me an orgasm during our first time after eating me out and he's like "wow you're so yummy 😋 I want some more" while I'm gasping for air and shivering and saying HOLD ON GIVE ME A SECOND. Same goes for when I give Barbie her first orgasm after she becomes human and I'm just sitting there like "damn was my head really that good 😳"

♡ Sebastian not even bothering to undress, just unzipping his pants and bending me over the piano (consensually ofc) bc he's so pent up after a long night. Or sharing that tiny tiny tiny bed together in his little apartment, snuggling... we're both too pent up to sleep, and one of us starts grinding against the other and it just escalates... while he's wearing that tight white t-shirt and then his hair gets messier bc he's so lost in the moment.... yeah

♡ Laughing with Jacob during sex to the point where he's snorting and I'm wheezing and we have to stop for a few minutes. You know that cute couple thing where you pretend you're meeting for the first time, like, one of you pretends to be flirting with the other in a public space? And then you "go home together"? I think it's so funny to think about doing that with him. So we're at a bar, he's doing his thing, does the whole "let's get out of here" line, drives me home, we start going at it -- but I make a joke about something and he's losing it. He fires back and I have to cover my face and laugh. Out of every Ryan F/O, I like thinking about him saying "hey girl" just to make me laugh. He doesn't know the meme, he doesn't get it, but one time I asked him to say it and it made me laugh. and he's like "I don't understand what's so funny" but that doesn't stop him from saying it at the perfect moments. He's undressing me on his bed and it's all slow and sensual ooo and aaa... and after some sexy prolonged eye contact he mutters "hey girl" and I start losing it, and then he starts losing it because I'm losing it. and then he snorts and it makes me laugh even harder and then he's laughing harder. This may not necessarily be a "sexy" scenario but I really do love tender stuff like that in intimate settings... loving knowing my romantic partner is also my best friend.

♡ Luke is intimidating and he knows he looks scary but he tries to be rly gentle. He's slow and when I'm nervous he whispers reassurances until I relax. He's my guardian angel, he's my bodyguard, he wants me to feel safe with him. This isn't a "sexy" scenario I guess but I do think about this a lot, him just being very careful with me despite his outer appearance making him look like he'd be very rough. And maybe he would be! But with me he knows he's gotta go slow. and he's okay with that.

♡ COLT SPEAKING FRENCH Colt speaking French Colt speaking FRENCH Colt speaking French THE ENTIRE GODDAMN TIME in my ear while his arms are wrapped tight around me hugging me close. I have no fucking clue what he's saying to me but it sure sounds sexy. He could just be saying "omelette du fromage" lmao. but jokes aside maybe he'd say something like "my beautiful falling star" in French or 🥺🥺 something like that... and I think about being super careful with him bc of his back injury and double checking that he's okay all the time too. This man suffers from chronic back pain and he appreciates I am looking out for him and making sure he isn't hurt in any sort of position we're in. also did I say COLT SPEAKING FRENCH. Wearing a collar for me too maybe... with "therapy dog" on the tag... maybe he'd like being tied up too I dunno....................

♡ With Julian I don't have any "sexy" scenarios but goddd I sure do find myself thinking about having really, really, really gentle slow sex with him... I'm a top 99% of the time, but I wouldn't mind allowing him to have full and complete control, so he feels safer. He's straddling me while we're drowning in those neon red lights. His hands shake a little too much to undress me at first so I gotta hold them until he's calmer. Him kissing my neck and hearing his soft, short breaths in my ear when he's inside me. He's a SA victim too, so he'd understand that I prefer going slow, and tbh maybe he'd also prefer that ;v; I think he could still be rough if he wanted to, but he just. he gets it. he knows why I'm so scared and hesitant, so he's gonna be so, so careful. I'm precious to him, he wants me to know that, wants me to know he doesn't want to hurt me. would rather cut off his own hands than ever lay a hand on me. wants me to know that, to feel that, when we're making love. I'm gonna start openly weeping over him for the 100th time today let's move along

♡ I've written having a threesome with Driver and Six where they both try to make me feel as comfortable and safe as possible. Regarding the nightmare thing, Driver gets emotional and a little sniffly when he hides his face into my tummy and says "I don't want to hurt you" and I tell him "I know." Six isn't as vocal about his fear of me getting too scared of him either but he definitely feels it and it shows through how careful he is when we're being intimate to the point where he almost treats me like porcelain. More of an angst scenario than a sexy scenario BUT LISTEN. I LOVE THE HURT/COMFORT and my ace ass finds emotion so much sexier than anything else.

♡ Speaking of emotion. Ken getting weepy and sniffly while I'm riding him for the first time (just pretend he has a dick for my sake ok) bc he's never felt so loved before and especially not in a sensual way. Cradling his face in my hands and kissing his tears away while he hugs me and when we finish we just sit there for a while and hold each other until he calms down. Maybe I'd get weepy too bc it would be my first time feeling safe in a rly rly long time

♡ Actual sexy scenario: Stephen fucking me hard in his office, me laying on my back on his desk, his face between my legs drinking his fill until he stands up and places his hands on my hips, pounding me -- no no listen I KNOW his office walls are see-through but let's just pretend that he has some... other... office somewhere with normal walls.

♡ I think about pulling Steven's hair sometimes...... or him sitting up in his bed, his back resting against the headboard, me in his lap, while he fingers me and whispers in my ear, kisses my neck.

♡ OH I FORGOT WEREWOLF DRIVER I need him to fuck me so lovingly in a forest somewhere please god. or werewolf colt I don't care who just please god I need a werewolf to fuck me tenderly while we're surrounded by wildflowers. I'll pretend bugs and dirt don't bother me. Getting fucked by werewolf Driver WHILE wearing his JACKET. OOGH. god. can someone please teach me how to draw werewolves so I can draw some good ol fashioned monsterfucking

Thank you for letting me ramble 🥰🥰🥰

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miss bug I have something to ask 🙋‍♀️

i don’t know if you do sickfics but! mayhaps steve and shy!reader where she doesn’t show up for school, steve goes to her house, and she’s utterly mortified because she feels like she’s nowhere near presentable

thank u for requesting!! — king steve pays his lab partner a visit when he hears you're sick, but definitely not because he has a crush on you (shy!reader, friends to lovers | 1.6k)

bug's two year celebration ♡

Steve waits for you that morning with half a bagel and his heart in his throat.

The desks in Ms. Click’s class grow slowly full with bustling bodies — some sluggish like zombies, others too chipper for an early morning. Steve cranes his head in search of your face in the crowd. Yours never shows, which is strange for Hawkins High’s future Valedictorian.

“Where is your partner, Mr. Harrington?” Ms. Click wonders beneath the grating morning bell. She ducks her head to peer across the classroom over her sparkly, cat-eye glasses.

Steve pauses, mid-bite of his sausage-egg-and-cheese. He shrugs wordlessly, with a wad of food jutting his cheek and crumbs sticking to his mouth.

The older woman sighs, too used to King Steve’s antics. She looks past him and asks, “What about you, Miss Buckley? Where’s Carol?”

“Probably under the bleachers with Tommy Hagan,” Robin mutters under her breath, though loud enough for everyone around her to hear, causing them to bite back their subsequent laughter. Steve, himself, nearly chokes on his bagel.

“Well, you’ll just have to pair up with Steven for the day,” Ms. Click tells her.

“Oh, god…” Robin groans in a whisper.

“Get to work.”

Steve spins his chair around to face the girl behind him, who he only really knew because of how highly you spoke of her. Despite your frequent praises, Robin doesn’t even look at him, nor does she bother to make mindless small talk. She just keeps her head down and scribbles notes on a worksheet. 

Steve, in spite of their differing statuses, struggles to find the courage to talk to her.

He slouches and tilts back his chair. “Hey, do you, um—”

“We don’t have to make conversation, alright?” Robin interjects before he can even start. She keeps her head bowed but glares daggers from beneath her lashes. “Let’s just get this hour over with so we never speak to each other again.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “Well, I was— I was just gonna ask where your friend was. ‘Cause I don’t think she’s missed a day since, like, kindergarten.”

Robin’s freckled face flushes. She’d feel worse about being so short with him if he wasn’t such a douchebag. “Oh. Uh, she’s— She’s sick, I think.”

“Sick?”

His chest pinches with an immediate worry. Robin bites back a smirk at King Steve’s palpable concern for arguably the biggest nerd on this side of Hawkins. “Yeah,” she shrugs. “I figured she was just allergic to your hairspray.”

Steve laughs under his breath and turns away. Robin smiles only until he looks back at her, now with a brown paper bag in hand. It was meant to be for you — an even piece of his bagel, ‘cause he knows you don’t get breakfast yourself. He figures you’d rather not want it to go to waste.

“Want my other half?” he offers to the girl across from him, like some kinda olive branch.

Robin’s eyes dart from Steve to the paper sack and back again. It goes against every code in her personal handbook to take anything from Hawkins Royalty, but she shrugs in response anyway. “What the hell. Sure.”

—————

Finding your trailer isn’t hard. He visited there, once, for a project at the beginning of the school year. It’s the house directly across from the Freak’s. Eddie made it a point to play his guitar as loud as he possibly could, knowing The Hair was around to hear it. (Munson would never miss an opportunity to annoy King Steve, and honestly, you couldn’t blame him).

Steve decides to make his entrance through your bedroom window. Dead, unmanicured grass crunches under his sneakers as he rounds your trailer. He rises to the tips of his toes and knocks four times on the high-up window. The old glass feels strangely delicate under his fist.

He waits for an answer for several long moments. When he doesn’t get one, he lifts his hand to knock again. The window squeaks open before he can — and there he finds you, standing above him, holding a half-empty box of tissues in your hand like you plan to hit him with it.

“Whoa—” Steve flinches.

You look equally shocked to see him, fear swimming in your glassy eyes. “Oh, my god—”

“Sorry,” he grimaces with his palms splayed in surrender. “It’s just me.”

“I thought you were a burglar or something…”

“And what? You were gonna take me out with a box of tissues?” His laughter feels like warm honey compared to your splitting, icy migraine.

You take in a heaving breath and swallow hard through a stinging throat. “Sorry,” you sniffle. “Come— Come in.”

As Steve climbs through your window, trying hard not to get caught in the curtains, you become very hyperaware of your living space. It is your childhood bedroom, after all — every phase of your life is stored within these tiny four walls. Posters, trinkets, slightly dated decor. And on top of all that, you’ve been living like a total slob since you got sick over the weekend.

Your bed’s a mess, you’ve got bottled water and tissues piling in the bin, and you haven’t changed out of your pajamas in two days. It’s certainly no way to greet the king of Hawkins High, though he doesn’t quite seem to mind.

“You coulda just knocked on the door, you know?” you mumble, slightly nasally, as you swipe a balled-up tissue under your nose. “I would’ve let you in.”

Steve pants and stands to full height again, finally in your room with little to no struggle (though he’s pretty sure he’s stamped his footprint on your wall). 

“Well, what can I say? I like to make an entrance,” he jokes with a lopsided smile. The rosy expression fades when your glassy eyes glaze over with a faraway look. “…You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just…” you shake your head, which only makes the dizziness worse. “I’m just a little lightheaded. That’s all.”

Steve rushes to your swaying form without thinking. He grasps your arms in two wide, gentle hands. His honey eyes are wide and wild as they dart over your features, sufficiently bleary with whatever bug you’ve caught. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” you insist despite the obvious. “Just can’t break this stupid fever.”

“Here. Lay back down.”

He guides you the short distance to your bed, foreignly patient with your sluggish movements. He keeps a hold of you with one hand and reaches for the mussed blankets with the other, pulling them back to ease you beneath them.

“Sorry for bailing on you today,” you apologize in nearly inaudible slurs as the boy props you against the pillows. 

Steve shakes his head with a quiet smile. “You’re sick. It’s okay. Stop apologizing,” he insists and tucks the covers on top of you again. You can smell his aftershave when he leans over you, a striking minty scent that melts nicely with his deeper cologne.

“Sorry,” you repeat before you can help it.

Steve rises again and fights the urge to brush the hair sticking to your clammy cheek. “Have you had any medicine?”

“I had some… cough syrup earlier…” you slur, face half-buried in the pillows.

“What about food?” he asks with his hand on his cocked hip. “Had any of that?”

“‘M too sick for food.”

Steve laughs and fills the gloomy room with sunshine. “You have to eat, babe. So you can get your energy back. That’s, like, science or whatever—”

His eyes widen, only then realizing his use of the nickname. His heart drops to his ass. He hopes he said it so quickly that you missed it. You seem to have, as sick as you are, basically half-asleep before him.

You’d heard it, though. The word alone has your delicate heart beating with a newfound fervor. You can’t tell if it’s killing you or bringing you back to life.

Steve starts rambling before he realizes it. “I can whip you something up, if you want. I make a mean macaroni and cheese— In the microwave, obviously, ‘cause I’m less likely to burn it that way. Did you know that you can actually burn pasta in the microwave? Yeah, I had to learn that one the hard way—”

“Steve?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can you just sit with me?” you sniffle, eyes still shut. “Please?”

He nods rapidly until the words catch up to him. “Yeah. Yeah, of— Of course, yeah.”

The boy climbs into your bed with a lot less confidence than he’s used to. This is by no means the first time he’s been in another girl’s bed, but something about this one feels different. This time, he has to keep reminding himself to breathe. This time, his hands are all clammy and tingling with an anxiety he isn’t used to. This time, he feels so utterly unsure in his body that he doesn’t know how he became King Steve in the first place — let alone how he got here, next to you.

What’d an asshole like me do to deserve all this? his mind reels.

Your breath catches when the mattress dips under his weight. He sits over the covers, but still a lot closer than you thought he might, all things considered. You turn slowly onto your back to look at him without going dizzy again.

“You’re not scared you’ll get sick?” you croak, blinking up at him with sleep-swollen eyes.

Steve shrugs with his back propped against the headboard. “Not really. I mean, what’s the worst-case scenario— I get sick and have to be quarantined here with you? That doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

His lips curl into a lopsided smile that makes your chest feel sparkly. You turn away and hide your own grin in the pillow. “You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington,” you quip, half-muffled in the cushion.

“Yeah, I know,” he hums, never once taking his eyes off you. 

He can’t wait to kiss you when you’re better.

[thelostmagicians]

Booksmart | Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve Harrington’s head may be full of air, but his heart is full of love. [4.4k]

Fluff, comfort, slight angst, insecure Steve

♡

Steve Harrington isn’t a genius. He barely passed his classes in high school, couldn’t get into college, and can barely keep his minimum wage job. He’s been belittled by his parents too many times to care about their opinion and he knows compared to his friends he isn’t as clever or witty, but he’s okay with it - at least he thinks he is. It might sting when Robin and Eddie tease him for being too slow or when Dustin sighs in frustration because he can’t keep up, but the ache dissipates when they look at him in adoration. 

He blames his failing love life on his lack of intelligence. Although girls find his himbo-ness endearing, his relationships never last long.  Most of the dates he goes on end up as dirty hookups in the backseat of his car and on the off chance a girl stays longer than a month he can slowly see the irritation replace the endearment in her eyes. He was just something to do during the inbetween phase of graduation and moving out of Hawkins, a trophy to conquer - to finally have slept with the previously known King. He used to be okay with that at the beginning, he got his needs met while girls crossed him off their list, but over time he craved more. He saw how Nancy looked at Jonathan, how Joyce laughed with Hopper, and how Robin blushed around Vickie. He was desperate for that feeling of being wanted and loved. 

Even though he's surrounded by people who love and accept him as he is, he can't help but wonder if things would’ve been different if he was just a little smarter. 

_

“Robin I’m telling you she started speaking a different language halfway through dinner,” Steve grumbles as he’s shelving the horror section. 

Robin rolls her eyes at him, “Just because you don’t understand the words she’s using doesn’t mean she was speaking a different language, Steven. I don’t even think she knows anything but English. 

Steve sighs under his breath. 

He had gone on another date last night, but didn’t even make it past the appetizers before he made up an emergency and left. The night started off great, the Indiana summer evening had a cool breeze, he opened the door for her, and was rewarded with a kiss on his cheek when he presented her with  flowers. Valerie had been nice, beautiful, and smart - maybe a little too smart for Steve. Don’t get him wrong, Steve loves strong, smart, and capable women. He loved hearing Valerie speak about physics and graphing linear equations, he loved learning about what interested her, but as the night went on he could see the light in her eyes fading as he kept asking her questions. The final straw had been when he told her he hasn’t read a book since high school and she laughed lightly before saying “you really are only a pretty face.” 

“Maybe, I’m just destined to be alone, or like a back up plan for girls who come back to Hawkins after giving up on their big city dreams.”

Robin sighs and gives him a reassuring pat, “Steve, you’re a good man. You’ll find your one, trust me on this.”

Before he can say more the bell jingles as a gust of hot air is let in. Steve groans as he spots Dustin’s mop of curly hair and hears the chatter of 6 other teens. He holds the door open with his arm as he sees Lucas struggling with Max’s wheelchair. 

“You guys can’t keep coming in here, Robin and I actually have work to do you know.”

“We wanted to pick a movie for movie night,” Max says. 

He sighs softly as he meets her eyes. Steve’s always had a soft spot for Max ever since they’ve met and it’s only gotten softer since then, everyone knows this, but the kids tend to take advantage of this and use Max to get their way. 

“Alright two movies max and no rated r ones.”

As he hears the bell jingle again he starts his greeting in a monotone voice, “Welcome to Family Video, my name is St—” he chokes. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” you ask softly. 

He’s still coughing and panting slightly as he tries to give you a reassuring nod. Robin makes her way to the front to hand Steve some water and finish introductions. 

“What he means to say is his name is Steve and I’m Robin. You can come get us if you have any questions.”

You nod politely, finally tearing your gaze away from Steve as you start browsing through the racks. Steve, however, can’t seem to stop looking at you. He’s seen a lot of beautiful women in his life, but none of them held a candle to you. Everything about you was just perfect to him and he didn’t even know you yet. His eyes repeatedly traced the slope of your nose, down to your plush lips, and back to your furrowed eyebrows as you read the back of a tape. 

You lift your head up and he blushes as you make eye contact. 

“Do you have any recommendations for sci-fi, I just moved to town and need something to keep me from getting bored?” you ask shyly. 

“Err- We have a sci-fi section over there” Steve points to the rack behind him where the kids are gathered and quietly arguing over which movie to pick. 

You speak as you make your way over, “Yeah, but do you have any recommendations for me? I feel like I’ve seen all the good ones already.”

Steve's face falls as he tries to come up with an answer. 

“Have you seen Star Wars?” Dustin speaks up

Max and El groan loudly as you shake your head. 

“I tend to stay away from franchises, but what’s it about?”

Before Dustin can answer, Mike beats him to it, “It’s about galactic adventures of these characters, it’s pretty cool.”

“We were planning on watching it tonight, we always have movie nights at Steve’s on Friday. You should join us!” Dustin exclaims as he tries to shoot Steve a sly wink. 

Your eyes grow wide at the sudden invitation as Steve rests his head in his hands too embarrassed to speak. 

“Is that alright with you, Steve?” You ask kindly. 

Steve’s breath hitches as he hears you say his name, he slowly meets your gaze as he gives you a slight nod trying to avoid choking on air again.

Robin smirks at Steve as she hands you a post-it, “Here’s Steve’s address. Movie starts at 7 and bring as many snacks as you’d like!”

You grab the post-it and shoot everyone a small wave “I’ll see you guys then!”

Steve feels like he can finally breathe after he hears the soft slam of the door behind you. 

_

“I can’t believe you would do that, just invite a stranger to my home like that,” Steve groans as he fixes his hair, again, in the hallway mirror. He glances down at his polo debating if he should change his shirt for the fourth time. 

“Steve, she agreed to come while seeing you in a Family Video vest, I don’t think your outfit is what you should be worried about,” Jonathan teases him as he passes him a coke. 

Steve shoots him a sarcastic smile before checking his watch. It’s 7:02, you should’ve shown up 2 minutes ago and he’s a nervous wreck. He sees your headlights before anyone else does and trips over Will’s backpack as he waits to open the door on the very first knock. 

“Sorry I’m late, the petit fours took longer than expected.” You smile at him holding out a large container filled with small cakes. 

He gives you a confused look too embarrassed to ask what petit fours are, so instead he takes the container and waves you in. 

“What brings you to Hawkins?” Eddie asks.

“I actually came here for work, Hawkins laboratory needed another scientist to look at all the crazy stuff that’s happened here.”

Everyone basks in the uncomfortable silence as you mention the lab before Nancy speaks up, “You work as a scientist? You seem pretty young.”

You hesitate slightly, folding your hands in your lap, “I am young, but I graduated college at 16 and recently got my PhD and my advisor recommended me for this job, so here I am.”

Steve’s heart falls to his stomach, you were a genius, a child prodigy of some sort and you’ve accomplished so much at such a young age. There was no way you would even be slightly interested in him, but part of him was willing to take that risk - be okay with whatever you spared him because it was better than not having you in his life at all. 

The movie is ignored as everyone pays more attention to you and your genius-ness. He hears voices all at once but all he can focus on is yours. The way your laugh ends in a higher pitch than it starts in, the way you softly reassure Nancy that college isn’t hard, but his favorite is when you say his name when you ask for his opinion on the theories the kids present to you. It makes him feel important like you care about what he has to say and you value his thoughts just as much as you would anyone else’s. 

Steve might’ve only met you today, but he was already enamored. You might’ve knowingly opened the door only to Family Video, but you also unknowingly opened the door to his heart and started to fill every corner of it with you. 

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Steve doesn’t think he’s read this much in his entire existence as he has this month.

The first thing he did the morning after movie night was go to the library and check out as many books as he could about everything that sounded smart. He’s inhaled almost every book on poetry (specifically Shakespeare), astrophysics and European history. You’ve come to every movie night since the first one and you try your best to visit Family Video after work just to chat with Steve and Robin. He was slowly falling in love with you and he wasn’t going to let his dumb brain be the reason he lost you. He forcefully read every book from cover to cover, prying his eyes open with the memory of your impressed smile anytime he fell asleep. He’s made countless flashcards and pesters Robin to quiz them during their shift. 

After two months of revising and memorizing he thinks he finally finds the courage to ask you out. You’re the last one to leave tonight, helping Steve clean up after everyone either left or claimed a spare room. 

Steve’s hands are clammy as he ties the trash bag into a pretty bow, “I was wondering if… I mean you don’t have to… but umm, like if you wanted to go out. With me, I mean.”

Your eyes trace his face as you clench the empty red vines wrapper, “You mean like a date?”

Steve nods, unsure of your reaction. Part of him hopes you’ll say no and put him out of his misery, so he can finally stop learning, but a bigger part of him hopes you’ll give him a chance. 

Your lips upturn in a shy smile as you fiddle your thumbs, “Yeah, I’d like that a lot. What did you have in mind?”

“How about next Friday, we ditch the losers and have our movie night? I’ll pick you up at 7 and we can catch a movie?”

You respond with a quick kiss on his cheek as you grab your purse and head out. Steve rests his head on the back of the door as he pumps his fist in the air and tries his hardest to not  wake Robin and Eddie with his cheering. 

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You’re nervous as you pace in front of your door. Steve makes you nervous, but you don’t hate the feeling. You’ve never felt this way about a boy before, boys always had a competition with you, a majority of your dates ended up with the two of you trying to up each other with accomplishments, but with Steve everything is different. Even though the facts he tells are wrong, it was still endearing to watch him try. 

You’re broken out of your thoughts with a knock on your door. You smooth down your dress and look in the mirror once more before swinging the door open. Steve stands there in all his glory, hair perfectly done, snug jeans, and a bouquet of flowers covering his stupidly handsome face. 

“These are for you,” he pushes the bouquet towards you with a surprise force that you have to step back to avoid them pressing into your nose. 

“Thanks Steve, they’re beautiful.” You set them down gently at the nearby table mentally making a note to find a vase after you come back home. 

He opens his car door for you, waiting until you’re settled in before jogging back to his side. “There’s a French movie playing tonight, I think it’s about Marie - Annette, you know the queen who liked cake?” 

You giggle quietly but opt to ignore his mistake because he just looked too fucking cute with furrowed eyebrows and a nervous smile. 

“And after the movie I was thinking we can stop by somewhere for a late night snack?”

You nod excitedly eager to finally spend time with him far away from the eyes of your prying friends, “I didn’t know you knew French?”

“Uh, yeah.”

The movie was… boring and bland. Steve didn’t understand anything happening so instead spent the entire time admiring you, the furrow of your eyebrows, the tilt of your head, and the gentle bite of your lip. He remembered you mentioning to Robin that you were fluent in French, so thought a foreign film would be a good idea for a first date, but now he regrets his choice especially since you spent the drive to the diner asking him questions about the movie. Questions he didn’t know the answer to. Steve has charmed his way through life, but he wasn’t sure how much longer his charm would last with you, he had an inkling that sooner or later you would be able to see through his facade and you would see him as a disappointment.

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You had a hunch that Steve was lying about knowing French and your hunch was confirmed when his shoulders tensed as the ticket guy told him the movie didn’t have English subtitles. He played it off with a laugh and a wave of his hand, but you could tell it made him nervous. You thought the movie was alright, but your favorite part was feeling Steve’s eyes on you. You try to be mindful when asking him questions, keeping them vague and more about opinions rather than asking him questions that have a right or wrong answer. He responds as vaguely as possible, gauging your reaction to see if you’re pleased with his answer or if he needs to backtrack and fix his opinion. 

Your conversation at the diner starts to get more personal as you ask each other about your likes and dislikes. You learn that Steve broke his arm learning to ride a bike, his favorite color is green, and he’s always wanted a dog. Everything you learn about Steve just makes you like him even more and the potential of falling in love with him makes you giddy with happiness. Your hands brush occasionally as you walk back to his car. He bites his lip hesitating to grab your hand as he peeks at you from the corner of his eye. You make the decision for the both of you and take a hold of his hand swinging both your arms as he blushes. 

“You’re really cute Steve Harrington,” you say as you force him to face you before gently pushing your lips to his. 

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You spend every free time you have with Steve now. It’s been a month since your first date and since then you’ve gone out plenty of times and if you’re not physically together then you’re talking for hours on the phone. Steve’s able to open up to you more than he has to anyone else and it’s only been a few months of knowing you but he knows he’s in love, yet he can’t ask you to be his girlfriend. He does everything a boyfriend should do, calling you during breaks, kissing your bad days away, and hugging you just right when you’re on the verge of tears, but he still can’t find the courage to ask you to be his, officially. 

You express your concern to Nancy and Robin at an impromptu girls night, thrown together after a rough week for all of you. 

“I just don’t know why he won’t ask me, I always want to ask him myself before I see him, but then I lose my nerve. Maybe he doesn’t even like me like that and I’m just reading into things,” you whine as you smear a homemade face mask on Robin's face. 

“Trust me, Steve is a goner for you,” Nancy replies as she squints to make sure her brushes on the nail polish perfectly. 

“Nance is right, Steve is in love with you, but you just make him nervous.”

“I don’t understand why though, how do I make him nervous when he’s Steve Harrington,” you sigh dreamily. 

Nancy and Robin giggle as they see the childish frown on your face. You push your face into a pillow whining into it like a petulant child. 

Nancy rubs your back gently, “Look it’s not my place to say, but Steve isn’t the smartest tool academically. And you’re this child prodigy and that makes him nervous.”

Robin nods in agreement, “Yeah, you do know he spent months reading all sorts of books just to impress you right? He isn’t actually as smart as he pretends to be. He just memorizes a bunch of stuff the days leading up to your date.”

You huff in annoyance, “Yeah, I knew that on our first date when he took me to that French film. But I don’t love him because he can tell me facts about the mesozoic era. I love him because he’s him.”

Nancy and Robin share a knowing look.

“You love him?” Robin whispers.

“What?”

“You just said you love him,” Nancy clarifies.

You breathe in deeply before letting it out, the weight of what you said finally sinking in. “Yeah, I do. I really do.”

Both girls squeal as they pull you into a hug, face masks and nail polish quickly forgotten. 

You fall asleep that night knowing the next time you see Steve you’ll tell him. Tell him how much you love him and how he means to you.

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Unfortunately for you and Steve, you aren’t able to spend any time alone lately. Work is crazy for the both of you and any time you have off it’s spent with the group. While you love spending time with your friends, you’re dying for a second alone with Steve. A second that only you both can cherish when you finally tell him how you feel. 

You’re hoping you can finally catch a moment alone with Steve at the summer bonfire by Lover’s Lake. Almost every young adult in Hawkins comes out of hiding for this annual bonfire, usually thrown by college kids as a final hurrah before summer break is officially over. You hung out with Nancy and Robin for a while and meet some new people, but you’re aren’t able to find the one person you want to see. You finally spot him parking his car and hurriedly shoving his family video vest in the trunk, but before you call out to him you’re blocked by a freckled boy wearing a smug smile. 

“Well if it isn’t the new genius of Hawkins,” the boy teases, voice filled with malice.

You smile politely, “I’m sorry you’re–”

“I’m Hagan. Tommy Hagan, surprised Steve hasn’t mentioned me considering we used to be the best of friends before he became a loser.”

You’ve heard about Tommy, mostly through passing from Nancy and Jonathan and based on Steve’s disgruntled face every time his name was mentioned, you decided Tommy Hagan wasn’t worth your time. 

“How can I help you?” You ask in a monotone voice to show how disinterested you are. 

Before Tommy can start you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and lips brush against the side of your head. You turn to see Steve’s grimace at Tommy before his eyes soften landing on you. 

“Hi hon,” he whispers gently, his left arm moving from caressing your hip to soothing the ache in your shoulder. 

“Hey baby.” For a second it’s just the two of you lost in each other’s eyes, you wonder if everyone else can see how lovesick you are for Steve. Before you can whisk him away for yourself Tommy interrupts again.

“Damn, Harrington. Didn’t think I’d see you go all soft again after what Wheeler did to you.”

You rolled your eyes at the mention of Nancy. It’s been years, both Steve and Nancy were over it, being happy for each other and supporting each other as friends. Yet everyone still brought it up because they had no other dirt on Steve. 

“Didn’t know you were home for the summer Tommy,” Steve replies ready to end the conversation with his former friend. 

At this point you see Jonathan and Eddie glancing from their spot near the fire. Both of them looking at Steve, silently asking him if he needed them. Steve shakes his head at them and squeezes your shoulder readying to lead you away. 

“Yeah, summer is the only time I have off now. Between college and my internship. It’s hard out there man, but you wouldn’t know that, would you?” Tommy smirks knowingly as he pushes Steve’s buttons. He knows college has always been a sore spot for Steve especially since he was still stuck working at Family Video. 

Steve grunts in response hoping his disinterest is enough to stray Tommy away from the both of you, but with Steve’s luck Tommy turns his attention to you. 

“Surprised he can keep up with a genius like you sweetheart.”

You wrinkled your nose in disgust, the term of endearment turning sour coming from a mouth other than Steve’s.

Tommy continues to go on, swaying from the few too many drinks he’s had. “Did he tell you he barely passed high school? His dad complained to mine about how much of a disappointment he turned out to be. Can’t even get a job at his dad’s firm with the brain he has.”

Steve loosens his grip around your shoulder, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. 

“You’re telling me your girl hasn’t caught on to the kind of screw up you are Harrington? You sure she’s a genius, or maybe you found someone that aligns with your IQ.”

At this point everyone is watching the words fly out of Tommy’s mouth, some snickering others shooting Steve looks of pity. Tommy Hagan is ripping him to shreds in front of everyone and yet all he can focus on is you. A look of disappointment mixed with frustration glazing over your otherwise sweet disposition. He sees his friends pushing their way through the crowd but before they could defend him he hears your honey like voice calling out for Tommy. 

“What university did you say you go to, Tommy?” you ask sweetly.

“Indiana University of Business,” he smirks behind his beer.

“And I’m assuming your daddy paid for it? Cause you sure as hell didn’t get into school by your merit, considering you spent most of high school with your head so far up people’s asses that you couldn’t get enough oxygen to your brain. Hence, why you and your stupid ass are still playing into high school politics at your grown ass age.”

The smugness on Tommy’s face disappears. 

“And what do you want to do with your future Tommy? Join daddy’s business? Turn out exactly like him? Cause last I heard he spends more time with his new family than he does with you. Maybe he finally got a child he actually loves.”

You knew it was a low blow, bringing up Tommy’s family issues, but you couldn’t care less. After everything he said to Steve, he had it coming and you only wish you were around in high school so you could’ve put him in his place earlier. 

You heard a low whistle from Eddie, “Well guess the shows over folks. And looks like we have a clear winner.”

People start clearing out going back to mind their own business and you grab Steve’s arm leading him far away from Tommy’s frozen stance. 

“Guess the secret’s out,” Steve mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Now you know I’m not really smart, so..” he trails off.

You smile, arms twisting around his waist pulling him close. “You know, I’ve met a lot of smart people in my life, but don't you dare, even for a second take Tommy’s words to heart. Because I know you, and I know that you’re the greatest person I’ve ever met.”

Steve pinches your chin, holding your gaze before whispering out a shy “yeah?” 

You hear the insecurity laced in his voice as you nod fervently. “I kinda figured you weren’t as smart as you let on from our first date, but I said yes because even though you aren’t a brainiac you have a heart of gold. I see the way you take care of the kids, how you take care of your friends. And I love how you take care of me. I love you and everything about you, Steve Harrington.”

Steve blushes, his cheeks turn a rosy hue as he grabs your waist pressing his lips to yours in a kiss so sweet you think you’ll get a toothache. 

“You really love me?”

“I really do.”

Steve presses another kiss before murmuring out an I love you against your lips.

Yeah, Steve Harrington is stupid. Stupidly in love with you. 

[warringwarrioridiot]

Pretty Little Thing.

Douma x Fem Reader

CW: Slight manipulation, Heavy smut, dirty talk, humiliation (?), Kinky af, Douma being Douma, teasing, praise, slight degrading, creampie, repeated orgasm, etc.

Requested by: Anon.

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Definitely body-worships, Bros gonna treat you like a fucking goddess

Loves telling you that your scars are beautiful, he loves seeing that love-struck expression every time.

Loves marking you, definitely loves marking you.

Will go gentle at first but that's only if you're a virgin, otherwise say bye-bye to your walking privileges because you're a Steven Hawkins kinnie now.

What's your wheelchair color?

Even if you are a virgin, he still gonna make you scream his name.

He's gonna summon the combined virgin power of overstimulation and a husky voice to make you cum.

This cunt is a tease, he will constantly deny you orgasm. Fucking asshole

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"Look how needy you are, you adorable little slut!~"

Douma teased as he shoved his fingers in your tight cunt, relishing in the sound of your desperate pleas for more.

Normally you were stubborn and a rather blunt woman, but under his touch you were helplessly submissive.

"Douma please.. It feels so good.."

You whimpered as he moved his hand faster, barely able to think straight.

"You're so cute.."

He murmured, smirking as he felt you tighten around his fingers.

He loved how easy it was to tease you. You got so flustered when he talked to you in a honey-sweet voice.

"Aw, are you getting close?"

He leaned down and gently kissed your neck, nibbling at that sensitive spot in the crook of your neck with his signature smirk.

"You already know what I want to hear out of that pretty little mouth.."

You looked up at him with a flushed face, breathing heavily as you breathed out a reply.

"Please.. Please let me cum.. I promise I'll behave.. I promise.."

Douma grinned and moved his hand at an almost inhuman pace, causing you to squirm and moan his name at the top of your lungs.

This only made Douma's pride swell, a soft groan escaping him as his girthy cock throbbed at the sight of you. Your curly hair was disheveled, your eyes were half closed, your cheeks were flushed, and your wet pussy was swollen from all the previous orgasms.

God you looked so beautiful...

The knot in your womb tightened as you released on her fingers, now laying on your stomach with a thin layer of sweat glistening on your skin.

"Just one more thing, Darling.. One more thing.."

He mumbled as he slowly unbuckled his belt, a soft sigh of bliss escaping him as his dick leaked with precum.

"You want to be fucked, don't you? You want to please me so bad, my adorable little fox.. I know about those dirty little thoughts you have, you filthy little whore.."

You felt like you were about to faint from the overstimulation, but the way he was cooing to you and calling you such dirty things made you want his throbbing cock in your hole so bad..

You pressed your plump ass against his pelvis, staring up at him through thick eyelashes.

"Fuck me like a slut.."

You whimpered out, biting your lip with a pleasure-drunk smile.

Douma chuckled before shoving his dick inside your wet cunt.

"Good girl.."

He cooed while slamming his hips against yours, the sound of wet skin slapping together and lewd noises of pleasure filled the room.

He couldn't help but groan seeing how cute you looked as he fucked you like an animal. Oh how he loved seeing you like that..

He felt you tighten around him and grinned, moving his hips as fast as he could with a flushed face.

"So fucking tight.."

He leaned down and bit your neck, moaning as he neared his orgasm.

"Look how eager you are!"

He cooed teasingly, leaving small love bites all over your neck.

You couldn't even think straight! You were so drunk on his dirty praise you didn't realize he was about to creampie you. Not that you minded.

He whimpered out your name, biting his lip as his movements grew sloppier and more desperate than before. He acted like a dog in heat whenever he was about to cum..

Eventually, he orgasmed, pressing against you while stuffing you with his cum and giving you a creampie. (Again.)

He panted like a dog, his handsome face buried in your neck. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled with you like a puppy.

"Gee, I thought you were supposed to be a tough warrior.."

He teased, laughing as you bit his arm.

"Shut up! You're lucky I love you .."

Douma continued to laugh, and you couldn't help but smile as well. He was so handsome when he laughed..

You both were blissfully unaware of the cultists in the next room, who were completely traumatized by the lewd things they witnessed..

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[sustiawan-author]

YOU ASK FOR HEAD-CANNONS AND ALL IM GONNA SAY IS !!!!

all of the dps boys would look at you longingly while you wrote or did whatever it is you do. i’m not kidding. you’d be at your desk glasses on the bridge of your nose and they’d just stare all puppy eyed at you. cause wow. that’s THEIR lady. how gracious god must be. and when you spot them their reaction would be different.

charlie….would smirk and laugh with a light blush but not drop his cocky demeanor.

todd…would go wide eyed and apologize all red in the face but still smiling.

neil…he would own up to it, how could he not stare he says.

knox…would get even more puppy eyed he might just lean in for a kiss.

steven…would smile and laugh the tips of his ears burning!! his awkward giggles fill the room.

gerard…doesn’t move he just keeps looking mumbling a “i like the way your glasses sit when your looking down like that”.

cameron…might be able to stammer out a “what!?” before looking the other way embarrassed while you smile.

thanks for coming to my ted talk :))

this is crazy Kay i had to take a WHILE before answering bc... oh my God.

ur crazy. love this. much love to u check out her page everyone. i'm speechless. i love every single one. i'm gnna cry. this is such an honor. i've received success. this is my dream. (i got too shy to read all of them so i'm storing them in my mental jar). can't get enough of this just....wow. God bless and guide u bc. yeah.

everybody feel FREE to send these types of mails bc i love writing for u guys so when u guys write back for ME??? its like??? oh my God???? ♡

[armyn8758757]

Firstly ♡°•

From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely thank everyone who has supported me 🥹✨️

It is everything 😭😇🙏

Back here are the trio of guys on the 3rd floor 😝

Oh my God, I don't like the way I drew Steven hair 🫠🥲💀

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⚠️ Warning ⚠️

8l00d, Cr33py 🩸🩸🩸

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[urfavisaminor]

HELLO ANT(i) ARMY 🐜

I AM YOUR QUEEN

requests open ♡

requirements

> character must be younger than 18 !

> characters myst be not a real person

that's it !

dni; basic dni criteria, terfs, nazis, fascists, steven universe fans who dont consume it critically, anti kink at pride, PROSHIPPERS I HATE YOU SO MUCH DIEDIE, anti kink, pro ddlg, osamu bin laden fans, belle delphine apologists, dragon maid fans, Yarichin fans, Killing stalking fans, Animal jam players, T4T(supporters) (why are u promoting being a chaser?) Tf2 scout supporters, want to fuck medic from tf2, dsmp (it's one of my triggers) from a European country not in the EU, you kin k*maeda, junk*, tsum*ki, sh*nguji, o*ma, M*u, or m*kuro from d*mgganrompa (Dr fans in general on thin ice), people who have a V in their name, uve said that melanie martinez's outfits remind you of lolita fashion, lolita book supporters, people who use 4chan (4tran, tttt subreddits), "people" who say retard, otherkin/transpecies (it's offensive to trans people), lactose intolerant "people", genshin haters, grooming victims (why were you helping a pedophile fulfill their sick urges? also proshipping to cope makes u just as bad as them), ur favorite vocakoid is len (misogyny), you want to pass/you dupport medical transition like facial feminization surgary (it's transphibic), your favorite sanrio is kuromi, watamote tomoko supporters, you have ur coffee without sugar, school days supprlters

FAQ;

Is this satire??? Is this ragebait??? A joke???

Ofcourse not!! this is a very serious account!!! Serious takes and inquires only!! Take everything I say take COMPLETRLY literally and seriously, This is SUPER important internet discourse discussion!!

Can I submit (Insert Public figure)?

Depends, if their a real person (like lana del rey) then no, if they're a member of the big pharma illuminattee 5g army (like Joe biden, Obama, or Paris Hilton) then yes.

Can I request (insert object)?

Depends on the objects average age

Club penguin is kill

no

are you proship or antishup?

I am antiship because proshippers are hitler and they are evil and disgusting degenerate sex pests who deserve their trauma, antis are angels, they have never done anything wrong. ai love antis so much !!!!!!1

what is an adult minor?

it's not my job to educate you.

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my former nemesis -> @urfavisanadult

2025-2025, oh sweet sorrow, yet the show must go on, the enemy is gone, yet the war continues

(former text; my nemesis, mortal enemy ->

they spit in the face of god)

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Anons!

🍀🌧 anon

✨🫦 anon

[mochiroreo]

Welcome to: Mochiro’s Halloween fiesta!

Dropping in (redacted), A mix of dark, kinky, and tooth-rotting smut one-shots + a halloween special for my fic “Oh Goodie!” will be posted throughout October (edit: due to personal reasons, this got pushed back throughout November onwards. Please don’t be shy to send in requests just to let me make up for it💖)

Curious to see what I have in store for you and your beloved darling? Prompts under the cut~ ⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙

P.S. all of these would be Dark/Dead dove: do not eat. Halloween themed request would be open for the characters that did not won the poll (refer to my character sheet to look at the other characters that I can write💖) might open requests for these 4 when everything is posted.

Steddie - Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ Just when you thought you were the one luring them in, you were the one caught in their trap. Don’t you look pretty, all tied up? (Siren!reader x Pirate Captains! Steddie)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “Quick! Whoever and whatever must have hurt you might still be here!” You said,grabbing their hands before dragging along two strangers towards your house in panic. (Non-human, urban legend beings!Steddie x human!reader)

Rafe Cameron & JJ Maybank (OBX)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You can’t run. You cannot hide either. After all, you belong to them. (Werewolves Alpha!Rafe Cameron & Alpha!JJ Maybank x Omega!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ Rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair. Let the prince come and pay a visit, let him hear you sing your captor’s name. (Dame Gothel!Rafe Cameron & Prince!JJ Maybank x Princess!Reader)

Eddie Munson

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You just want to have a taste. Its been centuries since you had something delicious and sickeningly sweet. He is soft, luscious, and everything you’ve craved. (Modern!Eddie Munson x Vampire!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “You were mine before. What makes you think you are not going to be mine again?” He breathed out against your skin, wearing his signature smirk that you loathe but also used to love. (Mean demon!Eddie Munson x Crybaby Angel!reader

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ They said he was the definition of danger. That their is something odd about him, that you should’ve quit and not even take a step towards him nor his house. But of course, you didn’t listen. After all, you’re his favourite. And he never showed you any “bad” sides of him. Till now. (Vampire!Eddie Munson x Maid!reader)

Steve Harrington

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”Look— I—“ you stuttered, eyes bulging out of its sockets when your eyes went downward through the dark curls where a humongous appendage rests,making you cover your eyes with a shriek, making the handsome and very much naked “incubus” (what he said when he appeared in your room) chuckle. “No, you look at me.” He stated. “My name is Steve, and you followed that tutorial and here am I, at your service. Now, what fun things do you have in mind?” (Incubus!Steve Harrington x curious human!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “Steve. Steve. Steven.” You tried to shook him out of it, mouth agape while his eyes slowly blink. “Nope— nope! Halloween is like— in a week! Why— why do you have wings?! Wings?! Where— what shop did you even get them?! A-and and why are they moving?! Oh god. Yeah I must’ve been dreaming— dreaming!” (Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Angel!reader)

Rafe Cameron

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”Now, Rafe, what’s your favourite horror movie?” “If I find out whoever the fuck you are, I’m gonna kill you.” “Aww, wrong answer. Try again before I come in and make you.” (Rafe Cameron x Ghostface!Reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.” Finding his hands wrapped around your neck, you closed your eyes and accepted that this is where his hands belong. (Priest!Rafe Cameron x Nun!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You don’t know what you were thinking to even tell your friends that you’ll distract the killer on the loose while they escape. You always peg yourself as the “final girl.” I guess not. You just hope that the psychopath hesitates to kill you. (Serial killer!Rafe Cameron x reader)

JJ Maybank

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”You— you!” JJ pointed his finger at you, making everyone look at you confused while you giggle. With a sultry smile, you sat down on his lap. You tilt your head in mock confusion with a dramatic gasp, your hands gripping his shoulder blades. “Me? What about me?” (JJ Maybank x Succubus!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ When you told JJ that you’re a witch, he didn’t believe you. Mocking you for having a wild imagination. So you drank one of your potions and a set of cat ears popped up on top of your head. Standing there in shock and awe, he suddenly grabbed a bottle and drank all of its contents thinking that he’ll have the same thing, not knowing its a VERY potent potion meant for something else. (JJ Maybank x Witch!reader)

[jayden-killer]

ARIADNE.

part two of Book Emergency.

A/N: omg last part was requested so uh let's GET STARTED I'm so happy "book emergency part 1" was appreciated, GUYS I LOVE YOU SM.

Paring: Steven Grant × f! Reader.

☁︎ ꧁ ꧂ ☁︎

It was impossible not to think about that night meeting a week ago. My mind was filled only with the image of him, his shy smile, the marks that the razor had left on him, the tired but kind eyes ... the slightly open shirt ... everywhere I went, I saw the image of him . And whatever I did to distract myself, he always came out. Jeez, it looked like I had a crush. A crush that I could not control. The book was beautiful, maybe he was right. I absolutely had to go back to the bookstore and get the other two volumes. However, would I have been intrusive if I had? Would it have seemed obvious if I'd come back just for him? Even though, at the same time, I thought nothing was going to happen: I was just a customer. Nothing more. It was enough to take the book, leaf through it a bit, go to the cash desk, pay and say hello. Don't stammer. And don't try to make him understand that an interest was born in me, for him.

Then, one spring morning, I walked the streets of London, and the air was humid, but scented with flowers. Of sweet. And it seemed that this morning was just the right one.

♡

The bookshop was open, evidenced by a sign placed on the window: "We are open :) we invite you to enter". Like in a film, I adjusted the long coat I was wearing, cleaning it from the invisible traces of dust that were on my shoulders. My fingers quivered, palms perspired. And so I took a deep breath. And opened the door.

the smell of the old book and the new one mixed together, and I felt like I was in my happy little place, smiling to myself. There was no sign of him anywhere, yet the library wasn't huge, quite the contrary. I glanced at the checkout. The handsome clerk was not there either. Then I breathed a sigh of relief, trying to recover from the thought that had invaded my mind in the last week. It would have been better to start looking for the book.

My fingers searched for the title I needed. And I wandered through those shelves full, happy with anything: Nonfiction. Biographies. Foreign literature. Myths.

Here it is, well exposed, as if it was waiting for me, to be taken. I smiled, pleased to have found the second book, and turned it over in my hands.

``Did you like the first book?´´

I jumped up in fright and turned to face the speaker. I expected someone to annoy me, to harass me, yet there was the person I'd been looking for since I entered the store: the cute, smiling clerk. This time he had his hands clasped together, shy in his bearing, and his eyes kind as always, waiting for my answer.

Looking at him, I felt my heart pounding with embarrassment. Oh god, he looked good even today. He shone in that shop, as if it were made just for him. This time he was wearing a shirt with colorful geometric motifs, ranging in brown, blue and light blue, and around his neck he wore a card with his name on it.

``Steven...´´

``It's my name, darling´´

Apparently I read the name aloud, because he answered me, but he didn't seem embarrassed, unlike me. Or... he hid it well. He flashed a second smile, and I looked away so as not to meet his gaze. I was thrilled with joy. So, he also worked during the day here!

``Sorry, I-I shouldn't have said it out loud..´´ I tried to justify myself, and then he took the book gently in my hands and said, ``No need to justify yourself. Rather, darling, may I know the name of the pretty customer who visited me today?´´

Oh.

Oh.

Darling. Pretty.

I realized too late that he had used the term pretty. My brain seemed caught up in a moment of panic, anxiety, and a thousand other emotions combined. So I told him my name, softly, shy like him, and he repeated it, as if he wanted to savor it, trying to taste it. Did he like him? Did he find it cute?

I didn't even realize that his lips were moving, and my ears were ringing.

``Sorry, what?´´ I asked.

``Do you... want to pay?´´

I nodded, letting my lips curl up in a half smile. Not because I didn't want to. Not because he made me uncomfortable. But he was just too good to be true. It was a dream. A fairy tale.

So he accompanied me to the cash register and scanned the book, while in my head there was only one question: should I have invited him out?

I seemed rushed, and I would have come across as a creep. However, I could always say that we could hang out like friends do, and to get to know each other better. Not to get straight to the point... right?

Then he handed me the bag with the book inside and I held it close to me, only the words died in my mouth and there was an all too awkward silence.

``There's a beautiful spring air outside, huh, darlin'? It's not usual in London to have these beautiful days´´ he chuckled ``The weather is always so uncertain, and dressing in layers is the best solution, isn't it?´´

``Absolutely,´´ I replied, ``have you worked here long?´´

``To be honest, not long ago. I lost my job. At the British Museum. And, uh, I used to work as a cashier then too. No, well, I was more of a gift shoppist.´´

``You liked it?´´ I ventured.

``No.´´ his was a quick answer, convinced of what he was saying, ``My dream was to work as a tour guide. You know, I have a passion for Egypt. The myths of that civilization in particular. But hey, I don't mind surely the others!´´ He added quickly. In his sentence, I could sense a bit of sadness. Like a dream now too far away to reach.

``I like them too, although ancient Greece will always hold a special place in my heart.´´ I smiled to myself, and he smiled back, as if he understood my passion. His eyes warmed me once again. He really did have beautiful hazel eyes, reminiscent of autumn.

``Who doesn't like Ancient Greece? You must be just a red flag after all!´´ We burst into laughter together, as if he had told the funniest joke in the world.

And then, other customers entered the bookshop, and Steven followed them inside with the eyes, then landed them on me again, giving me an apologetic smile.

``Oh, darlin', I'd love to chat a bit more with you, but y'know, my job...´´

``It's fine, Steven!´´ It was my first time using his name. It sounded like a melody.

``Yeah, I'm looking forward to meeting you again.´´ He moved away from the cash register, awkwardly, and smiled another time, waving, whispering a bye-bye. He turned around and welcomed the new customers, who seemed curious about that man by them. There was no other choice left for me, so I passed by him and muttered a quick "bye-bye, Steven" to leave and go home.

▪︎☆°

Tossing around my keys and coat, I instantly reached for the bag and ripped it open to find not only one book but another one. One that I had not imagined would be in the bag, nor thought. The cover was shining in bright orange colours, and the drawing showed a beautiful figure of a girl, with long air, tinned by the cover's colours.

``Ariadne´´ I read out loud. Could have Steven given that to me by mistake? I paid just for the book I was looking for. It was a mistake. Curiosity took the best of me. So I opened the first book page and found some notes on the inside, written in a stylish handwriting. The ink was red, and had no spots around it. I could read:

«To the Ariadne of my dreams,

I hope you enjoy this little present of my mine. The golden princess haunting my dreams.

With love, your Theseus.»

«P.S. You can find my number written on a Post-it inside the book. I would love to give you a proper princess treatment. Go out on a date with me? :D»

No. Fucking. Way. At all.

[samiwife]

omg thank god its like impossible to find ppl that will write male readers BUT TO MY REQUEST a vamp male reader x steven adler? :3 fluff or smut i dont rlly mind either!!

OH, this will be fun to write <3 Okay! I'll try! THANKS 4 THE REQUEST (Sorry this story is a little late but I've been busy with other things haha)

Blood and Wine 𓆩♡𓆪 (Steven Adler x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

☾ ⋆*= Incorrect Quotes

TW: Blood, gay-sex, degradation, etc (Reader Discretion is advised)

Steven had a blood kink for sure. He'll never admit it but he does. During sex, he'll love it when you bite down on him. He likes the sense of pain and pleasure it comes with. Steven loved your sharp fangs. He thought it was both sexy and powerful. Steven liked men who were needy and demanding. You only used Steven's blood during sex. You always have other substitutes for blood. Like animal blood or your own blood. One night, you were feeling morning and longing for Steven. Maybe it was the wine you drank that night or the fact that you were just that horny. You called out to Steven.

"Steven baby, come here." You whined. Steve came rushing into the bedroom and smirked. Steven admired your body and gently bit his bottom lip.

"Yes baby, what do you need?" Steven asked coming closer to you. You chuckled and whispered in Steven's ear gently.

"I need you now, could you help me?" You asked needily. Steven smirked wider and ran his hands down your fragile body. You gasped and huffed for Steven. Steven sucked on your neck which drove you crazy for him.

"Strip for me," Steven demanded. You listened and did as Steven demanded. His domination made you so much horny for him. Steven stripped as well. and began sucking on your soft skin. You moaned for him to fuck you. Steven hushed you and wrapped his finger around your member and began to jerk up and down. You couldn't hold in your moans much longer. You were loudly moaning his name, demanding he just fuck you already. Steven smirked menacingly and pounded his member deep in your prostate. Causing you to scream out.

"You like it when I fuck you like this. You're such a fucking slut for me Y/N." Steven said under his breath as he fucked you harder and harder. You clawed your nails deep into his back leaving bright red marks. Steven groaned due to the pain you numbered on him.

"Agh, god Y/N. It hurts but god I love it." Steven said thrusting into you harder and deeper hitting your prostate deeper. As Steven thrusted he jerked your member faster and faster. You clawed harder and harder which caused Steven to bleed from his back.

"S-Steven, I-I'm about to come." You managed to squeak out. Steven thrusted slower to catch a break. You huffed as Steven still jerked you off.

"Me too baby, come for me," Steven said slowing down his hand motion. You catch your breath as you release in Steven's hand. It was warm and sticky. Steven smiled and soon you felt your hole fill up with Steven's fluids. Steven pulls out and collapses next to you.

"My god, you are a fucking devil," Steven said leaning on his side since his back was still wounded. You smiled and ran your finger through his hair.

"Steven, your blood's scent is making me hungry." You said blushing as you stared at Steven. Steven sat up and faced his back towards you.

"Then why don't you lick it up?" Steven said smirking behind his shoulder. You smiled faintly and licked up the blood off of Steven. The scent smelt as it tasted, It tasted sweet like cherries and smelt like fresh roses from the fields. You savored the flavor and tilted your head back in ecstasy and euphoria. After feeding off of Stevn, you placed small kisses around Steven's shoulder and cheek. Steven held your head on his shoulder and caressed your head.

"You complete me," Steven said smiling and kissing your head.

"You complete me too." You said looking up at him smiling with your fangs showing.

[imasleepingbeautyy]

MY TOP 12 BOY CRUSHES

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈This is not all i have MANY more<3

✎EVAN PETERS, oh my god literally in love with him every look he has+ he is such a PRETTY CRIER

✎Lorenzo Zurzolo, lets be fr now everyone loves a good Italian man especially me. pictures of him cover my wall

✎Drew Starkey, My Favorite non socially active man.

✎Hayden Christensen, HOLY THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THIS MAN, AND HAVE YOU SEEN HIM WITH GLASSES

✎Timothee Chalamet, not everyone sees it and that's okay more for me, i am INLOVE with this man, i have watched every single piece of film he is in and bought the books too.

✎Dylan Obrien, "have you seen him with his beard" YES? AND HE IS SO HOT IN EVERY ERA HOLYYYYY

✎Steven r McQueen (Jeremy gilbert) TBH don't know what happened to this man, idk if he just left the face of earth but, HIM IN VAMPIRE DIARIES>>>> OH MY AND WHEN HE TAKES OF HIS SHIRT ESPECIALLY WITH THE HUNTER TATTOOS

✎Daniel gillies, Fav Canadian man, bro he is just so HOT LIKE THERES NO OTHER WAY TO PUT IT

✎Javon and Jaden walton, CLOSEST TO MY AGE ITS GONNA GET if i had to pick it would be javon no doubt HE IS SO FINE ESPECIALLY WHEN HE IS FIGHTING LIKE BRO..

✎Chris wood, he is just hot.. period.

✎Nicholas Galitzine, he is just a very very VERY beautiful man, once again PRETTY CRIER

✎Ross lynch, lets be serious he has always been fine SINCE austin and ally and TO THIS DAY.

✧♬•¨•.｡

[marilynthornhilllover]

~•Hey guys just wanted to inform you that I'm currently suffering from a minor back injury so for now I'll be posting gwendoline christie photo albums since you guys absolutely LOVE thoses but until I go on my vacation then I will be back to posting stories! New stories!~•

Stories Coming soon!!

Mortica x fem! Reader [smut]

Larissa weems x fem!reader [smut]

Gwendoline christie x god daughter reader [fluff/Comfort]

Olivia benson x fem!reader [fluff/comfort]

Jennifer aniston x fem! Reader [fluff/comfort]

Adele x fem! Reader [fluff/comfort]

Lana del rey x fem! Reader [fluff,comfort, almost smut]

Bella heidi x fan fem! Reader [comfort/fluff]

Melissa schemmenti x fem! Reader [smut]

Melissa schemmenti x fem! Reader [fluff]

Rebecca welton x fem! Reader [smut]

Rebecca welton x fem! Reader [fluff/comfort]

Elisabeth mitchell x fem reader [fluff]

Lady lesso x fem! Reader [fluff]

Jan Steven's x fem! Reader [smut]

Gwen x fem! Reader [ fluff/smut]

Andy x fem! Reader [fluff/smut]

I know this is a lot of stories! But theses are just some that's been on my mind, and I'd like to write out my imagination😅 but anyway! I'll try to write 2 maybe 3 or more, if I can when I'm on vacation and when I'm not I'll, try to write during my spare time even though I'm like always busy😂. Oh and do take in mind that when I do get the chance to write theses out they will not be in the order that they are in now! BTW if you see a story that you like in the list above you can send my a request on what you might want me to add! :)))) goodnight my darlings~♡~♡

[venusmoon]

2023 favessss

sorry i'm late. tagged by my darling @takethemonetandletsgogh (thank you x) ♡

i suck at ranking things so take this more as a list of recommendations of different stuff i enjoyed last year <3 i tried to include mostly stuff that came out in 2023 :-)

albums

• did you know there's a tunnel under ocean blvd? by lana del rey (2023) → GOD lana's growth makes me so happy ♡ i used not to like her albums but then i adored NFR... and this one is just as amazing (if not better!)

• my back was a bridge for you to cross by ANOHNI (2023) → this was so intense and powerful and i will never recover from it .

• javelin by sufjan stevens (2023) → confession: i love sufjan but i can't always handle a whole album... but this one is his best imo. i was heartbroken .

books

(i did not read a single book that came out in 2023 lol)

• ignorance by milan kundera (2000) → oh, milanku ♡ amazing writer AND all of the characters are either fucking bastards (the mother. if u read it u know what i'm talking about) or so fucking pathetic and miserable... j'adore ♡.

• the house of the spirits by isabel allende (1982) → first time reading isabel allende and i was mesmerized by her writing... and to think i wasn't too keen on reading it because i'm not the biggest fan of the magical realism typical of latin-american literature... i'm so glad i read it!

• lila by marilynne robinson (2014) → the loneliness, the lack of sense of belonging, the inability to trust anyone... but also a beautiful love story... AND the writing is magnificent. i loved everything about this book.

movies

• asteroid city (wes anderson, 2023) → saw this at the cinema with two friends and it was such a great experience ♡ visually amazing film (lol, who would've thought!) and i'm a sucker for metanarratives.

• jojo rabbit (taika waititi, 2019) → saw it this summer in a hotel room with a dear friend (and mutual) and i had a lovely time ♡ this film made me cry and the final scene broke me and warmed my heart at the same time (with that song 🥹).

• killers of the flower moon (martin scorsese, 2023) → not to be a film bro™️ but i loved this film, especially the acting (i had high expectations for obvious reasons), and despite it being like 3 hours it felt wayyy shorter!

i'm tagging @pisceslore @mumintroll @iidsch @vcasih @mothprincess @pozaba @girlmaturin @stonechild @howmuchisweed @heavenlyyshecomes (even though everyone has probably already done it) ♡ have an amazing night/day everyone xx

[lunarwildrose]

My surprise graduation party; part I. 🥳

I graduated from six weeks of IOP on Boxing Day (December 26th), my teacher Maggie gave me a box to choose a seashell or stone to remember my time there by ... I chose a rose quartz, my favourite gemstone♡

Robbie @blackangelwhosees and Lizzy Rose @esaucie promised me they would help celebrate my very first graduation ever with me, and I thought it would be a simple little gathering with gluten free cupcakes ... so I was really, really surprised when I came home from a sibling date with Micky @octobernocturne to a really, really beautiful surprise party themed in white-and-pink with our friends Sierra and Savannah @happywarrior59 there, too! 🙀🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍🩷🤍

They were playing Billy Joel on the vinyl as we came home, and there were a lot of sniks!! 😋 And I got pink roses, too!! 🙀 I love getting flowers more than anything!! 🥰 Lizzy Rose gave me a single rose as well, saying, "A rose from a Rose!" - Lizzy's middle name is really Rose, so that was adorbs🌹

All of our lil animal buddy stuffies had lil party hats on, too! =^w^= ♡ I brought my plushies of me (Sailor Mars), my husband Karasu, and Android 17/Steven out to celebrate, too. I woulda gotten Kurama, but I forgot where I put him (I found him the next day when I remembered), so ... me, my Hubs, and our helpers, cos them and my Little Crow Goblins helped me thru IOP (and life) a whole lot♡ I also changed into my Sailor Mars skater dress to feel oh-so-fancy~ :3 ♡

Everyone made me feel very, very special and loved ... 🥹 Lizzy Rose also made an amazing cake with some help from Robbie🎂, chocolate with pink icing making hearts, a hem around the cake, and words on top spelling out "Congrats, Sha!" on it! =^o^= ♡

I also got everyone to sign one of the pink plates (I'll post in another pic) to remember this night, kinda like a guestbook of memories♡ Robbie also got me some gifts, a cross that is a nightlight, one of his button-up shirts he knows I love a lot, and a Gamer's Level Up pop-up stand, super kewl~~ >:3 ♡♡♡

We also got pizzas, with me getting my very own cheese pizza all to myself!! Hehe, that made Nabs(me) happy indeedy! 🍕😋

I thank God for my loved ones!

{ I did upload a couple of reels to my original cross-posts on IG and FB, so visit my IG post to see them included: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1vcwkPMmLB/ }

[chrisginny]

♡ mittsie may 2023 ♡  

day 23: type

Steven Meeks was undoubtedly sure that he did not have a type. 

Okay, so what if he liked men a bit more than women? That wasn’t a type, that was just his sexuality, thank you very much. “Men” was a broad word, a term grouping hundreds of different body types, skin colors, and personalities under one gender; and Steven was certain that amongst the billions of men in the world, he could not find a single preference. 

And yet! Steven couldn’t help but stare at dark-haired men with tanned skin and deep brown eyes, or tall men with lanky physique and awkward poses, or oh my god, this one guy with a slight Southern twang, I could have listened for hours. To tell the truth, he also found himself incredibly attracted to anyone with a kind heart who would encourage and partake in his nerdy endeavors. Was it really anyone’s business if they reminded him of a specific person, one he lost years ago and never quite managed to reconnect with? 

Steven Meeks was undoubtedly sure that he did not have a type - except that was only the flimsy excuse he gave to his nagging acquaintances to shut them up about his dating life. In reality, Steven did have a type, and it encompassed the many intricacies of his childhood friend, Gerard Pitts.