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Stranger things ocs part 1;

Name:

Tiffany Esther Hammond

Born:

April 29 1966-1967 five minutes after Steve.

Age:

16/17 (season one)

17/18 (season two)

18/19 (seasons three and four)

Aliases:

Tiff

Tiff the Metal Head

Tiff "The Rat's nest" Hammond

Tiffany "The Dreamer" Hammond

Tiff "The Gut Buster" Hammond

The Angel of Vengeance

The Swashbuckler

Captain Elora Everstone of the Stormbringer (DND character)

The pirate (graffiti name)

Residence:

Forest Hills Trailer Park at Hawkins, Indiana

Family:

Unnamed Mother

Benny Hammond (father)

Diane Hopper (God mother)

Jim Hopper (God father)

Sarah Hopper (God sister)

Jane Hopper (God sister)

Vance Hopper (God cousin)

Griffin Stagg (God cousin)

Friends:

Steve Harrington

Tommy Hagan

Carol Perkins

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Argyle

Fred

Gareth

Jeff

Chrissy Cunningham

The Party

Erica Sinclair

Murray Bauman

Joyce Byers

Other:

Nancy Wheeler (frienemy)

Jonathan Byers (frienemy)

Billy Hargrove (arch enemy)

The Harrington Parents (enemy)

Neil Hargrove (enemy)

Keith (coworker and frienemy)

Vecna (enemy)

Martin Brenner (enemy)

Dr. Sam Owens (ally)

Claudia Henderson (acquaintance/parenal figure)

Jason Carver (sympathetic enemy)

Connie Frazier (father's killer/enemy)

Affiliation:

Corroded Coffin

Hellfire Club

Scoops Ahoy

Family Video

Benny's Burgers

The Party

Occupation:

Member of the Corroded Coffin (-1986)

Member of the Hellfire Club (1980s-1986)

Employee at Family Video (1985-)

Employee at Scoops Ahoy (1985)

Waitress at Benny's Brugers (-1983)

Owner of Benny's Brugers (1983-)

Student at Hawkins High School (1981-1985)

Gender:

Female

Height:

5'4 1/2 (177.8 cm)

Weapon:

Sword

Pencil

Fork

Lighter

Matches

Shoe

Frying Pan

Hobbies:

Playing with fire

Stealing small things

Reading

Drawing

Fencing

Archery

Listening to music

Playing the keyboard

Eating

Trying to cook

Playing video games

Playing board games

Playing card games

Role playing

Treasure hunting

Hanging out with her friends

Making weird food combos

Bad graffiti

Dying her hair

Doing stupid things with her friends

Street racing

Swimming

Collecting things

Playing dnd specifically

Personality:

Creative

Sentimental

Street smart

Slightly rebellious

Bit of a chameleon

Anxious

Playful

Protective

Constantly confused

Bit of a day dreamer

Bit of a smart ass

Temperamental

Annoying on occasion

Secret delinquent

Well-liked

Good in school and around most adults

A bit bossy at times

Tomboyish

Insecure

Outgoing

Vengeful

A bit of sailor mouth

Kind of a loud mouth

Almost zero brain to mouth filter

Open minded

Eccentric

Impulsive

Has a taste for justice

Bit of a punk

Bit of a metal head

Fan girl before it was popular

Fears:

Arachnophobia

Atelophobia

Musophobia

Autophobia

Theme Song:

Fight For Your Right by Beastie Boys

Relationship status:

single but crushing

Story:

Stranger Us

Name:

Misa Rosè Buckley

Born:

March 19, 1971.

Age:

12 (season one)

13 (season two)

14 (season three)

14/15 (season four)

Aliases:

Misa Madrain

The ranger

Bow Master Misa

Miss Popular (given by Mike)

Frasier (graffiti name)

Residence:

The Buckley House at Hawkins, Indiana

Family:

Minerva (grandmother)

Richard Buckley (father)

Melissa Buckley (mother)

Robin Buckley (older sister)

Susan Hargrove (maternal aunt)

Neil Hargrove (maternal uncle via marriage)

Billy Hargrove (Step-cousin)

Max Mayfield (maternal cousin)

Friends:

The Party

Erica Sinclair

Steve Harrington

Argyle

Chrissy Cunningham

Tiffany Hammond

Bob Newby

Other:

Eddie Munson (friend)

Nancy Wheeler (acquaintance)

Jonathan Byers (acquaintance)

Jim Hopper (acquaintance/parenal figure)

Joyce Byers (acquaintance/parenal figure)

Claudia Henderson (acquaintance/parenal figure)

Billy Hargrove (enemy)

Jason Carver (frienemy)

Vecna (enemy)

Scott Clarke (former teacher)

Martin Brenner (enemy)

Dr. Sam Owens (ally)

Demogorgon (enemy)

Connie Frazier (enemy)

Troy and James (enemy)

Demodogs (enemy)

Hospital Creature (enemy)

The Flayed (enemy)

Jake (enemy)

Troy (enemy)

James (enemy)

Angela (enemy)

Affiliation:

Hawkins Middle School Cheerleaders (former)

Hawkins High School Girls' Soccer team

Hawkins High Drama Club

Hawkins High Band

Hellfire Club

Hawkins High School Band

The Party

Hawkins Middle School AV Club (formerly)

Occupation:

Member of the Hawkins Middle School AV Club (formerly)

Student at Hawkins Middle School (1982-1985)

Cheerleader at Hawkins Middle School (1982-1985)

Student at Hawkins High School (1985-)

Member of the Hellfire Club (1986-)

Member of the Party (1976-)

Gender:

Female

Height:

4'11" (149.86 cm)

Weapon:

Pocket knife

Screw driver

Bow and arrow

Hobbies:

Archery

Gymnastics

Cheerleading (formerly)

Acting

Singing

Playing the Clarinet

Soccer

Taking care of her cat

Playing dnd

Graffiti

Street racing

Drawing

Listening to music

Riding her bike

Running from the cops

Stealing

Personality:

Cheerful

Cloaked smart ass

Has a lot of attitude

Creative

Smart

Good at blending in

Annoying when she wants to be

Street smart

Eccentric

Rebellious

Confident

Fears:

Cynophobia

Theme Song:

Material girl by Madonna

Relationship status:

Single but crushing

Story:

Stranger Us

[roanofarcc]

PROJECT SUNSHINE

the complete masterlist or read on Ao3

stranger things season 1-5. a steve harrington x hawkins lab!oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory finds herself fleeing from a long survived nightmare, she crashes into the life of one unsuspecting teenage boy. together, they are dragged into the dark mysteries that begin to consume the small town of Hawkins, Indiana.

SEASON ONE. the lost children of Hawkins, Indiana

ONE. | TWO. | THREE. | FOUR. | FIVE. | SIX. | SEVEN. | EIGHT. | NINE. | TEN. | ELEVEN. | TWELVE. | THIRTEEN. | FOURTEEN. | FIFTEEN. | SIXTEEN. | SEVENTEEN.

SEASON TWO. the return

EIGHTEEN. | NINETEEN. | TWENTY. | TWENTY-ONE. | TWENTY-TWO. | TWENTY-THREE. | TWENTY-FOUR. | TWENTY-FIVE. | TWENTY-SIX. | TWENTY-SEVEN. | TWENTY-EIGHT. | TWENTY-NINE. | THIRTY. | THIRTY-ONE. | THIRTY-TWO. | THIRTY-THREE. | THIRTY-FOUR. | THIRTY-FIVE. | THIRTY-SIX. | THIRTY-SEVEN.

SEASON THREE. the cruel summer

THIRTY-EIGHT. | THIRTY-NINE. | FORTY. | FORTY-ONE. | FORTY-TWO. | FORTY-THREE. | FORTY-FOUR. | FORTY-FIVE. | FORTY-SIX. | FORTY-SEVEN. | FORTY-EIGHT. | FORTY-NINE. | FIFTY. | FIFTY-ONE. | FIFTY-TWO. | FIFTY-THREE. | FIFTY-FOUR. | FIFTY-FIVE. | FIFTY-SIX. | FIFTY-SEVEN. | FIFTY-EIGHT. | FIFTY-NINE.

SEASON FOUR. the deal with god

SIXTY. | SIXTY-ONE. | SIXTY-TWO. | SIXTY-THREE. |

SEASON FIVE. the end

coming soon...

[ghostlyfleur]

♡ stevie and the love of his life

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

daisy, chapter eight

A/N: i have no words... just, uuurrrgghhh, steve's ginormous dick. I need it like oxygen. everywhere. please.

summary: “Steve, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do right now in order to fall asleep, so yes, if you so strongly believe that you can make me doze off, then go right ahead, do your worst.”

warnings: private school!reader, perv!steve, smut, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, fingering, oral, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, anal (this is just a fantasy where we say prep isn't a thing. shut up, let me be a slut and forget about the unglamorous reality. also its just incredibly unrealistic for it to be the first time, but again, this is just porn), dp, creampie, multiple orgasms, squirting, crying during sex, some manhandling, spanking, pussy slaps, borderline cockwarming

word count: 4202

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“Hello?”

“Steve?” you murmured into the telephone.

“Ace? What is it, is something wrong?”

His alarm instantly made you feel a bit silly for bugging him this late at night, “it’s nothing, I just-…”

But he quickly jumped in, “what?” determined to know, “what is it, baby?”

“No, it’s stupid,” you exhaled and bowed your head, looking down at your nightgown, “just forget I called.”

“Ace, come on,” he poked again before you got the chance to hang up, “what is it?”

Letting out a deep sigh, you confessed, “I can’t sleep. My head won’t shut off and I just remembered you telling me to call you whenever I had a night like this so that I wouldn’t have to be alone, but now I feel really stupid, god, you were probably asleep-”

“I wasn’t, promise,” he softly interrupted your troubled babbling, “you did the right thing here.”

“Yeah?” you noticed how your teeth unconsciously gnawed at the corner of your lip. 

“Yeah, you did. Just sit tight, okay? I’ll be over there in a bit.”

The soft clicking sounds of pebbles being thrown at your bedroom window quickly caught your attention and made you jolt out of bed.

Opening it up, you looked out and spotted Steve at the bottom, surrounded by garden gnomes and messy flowerbeds, slowly lowering another rock as he saw you appear.

“Steve,” you chuckled, furrowing your brow, “what are you doing?”

But a hushed, “I’m coming up,” was all he gave as an explanation before beginning to climb the overgrown trellis. 

“What?” you exclaimed, scrambling for a reason why he would suddenly pull a Romeo, but before you managed to solve the mystery, he tumbled in through the open window. “You know we have a front door, right?”

Straightening back up, he briefly brushed off his jeans, “yeah, but your mom-”

“-has switched her night shift to be on Thursdays, so I’ve got the house all to myself.”

“Oh… well, now I feel a little silly doing the whole Rapunzel routine.”

“Not as silly as I do,” you groaned lightly, throwing yourself back upon the untidy bed, “I can’t believe you actually came all the way over here just because I couldn’t sleep.” 

“I can’t believe you didn’t call me sooner,” he shrugged off his jacket and joined you on the mattress, “is it the test tomorrow that’s keeping you up?”

“No,” you huffed, even if you still felt the nerves of it gnawing at you, it still wasn’t what was keeping you awake. 

“Then what is it, huh?” he gently fixed the part of your hair that all the tossing and turning had messed up, “you know you can tell me no matter what it is.”

“Yeah, I know I can, I just don’t know what it is,” you kept your vision fixed on your lap, avoiding his soft gaze entirely as you lied through your teeth. 

“No?”

“Yeah, all I know is that I’ve been trying now for I don’t even know how many hours and every time I turn off the lights and lay down, my head starts spiralling and I just know I won’t get even a minute of sleep and then I’ll be sleepwalking tomorrow and fail my test and I can’t do that, I’m already doing terrible in that subject and this test was my chance to get back on top, to fix it all and now it’s all just ruined!” your panic came to a deafening silence before you uttered desperately, “…I need to fall asleep, Steve.” 

“Well, it’s not that late yet, you’ll probably still fall asleep.”

“No, it’s late for me and you know it! I always go to bed super early so that I can get up before the sun does so that I have time to do everything and still not miss the bus. I have a set routine, a way that I do things and my head is fucking it all up!”

“Would it really be so bad if you slept in just this one time?”

“Yes! Then I wouldn’t have the time I set off in the morning to get ahead on homework so that the weekends can just be for extra credit stuff and also go over everything that’s on the curriculum for the day, oh, and did I mention the bus? Because it leaves really early, and it only drives once every two hours so if I miss that one I might as well just miss the entire day!” 

Letting your panic simmer, he slowly exhaled and proclaimed, “okay,” forcing your eyes to meet his, “so, here’s my pitch,” he grabbed both your hands in his and said, “you’re gonna both get enough sleep and be there tomorrow to ace that test.”

“How?” you huffed. 

“You’re gonna sleep in tomorrow till the very last second and then when I wake you, you just have to hop in that cute little outfit and get down in the car with me. I’ll make you a PB&J for the road and you can go over all the school stuff with me in the car. But first, you are gonna fall asleep,” he promised. 

“And just how do you know that? Are you gonna suggest that I drink some warm milk? Because I’ve already tried that,” a small chuckle tumbled out of your frustration. 

“No, ace,” he joined in as well for a bit, though still staring at you intensely, “I’m not gonna tell you to drink some milk.”

“Then what?” you tapped your thumb against the back of his hand, poking one of the prominent veins. 

Calmly asking, his voice dripped with earnestness, “do you trust me?” 

“Um,” you giggle, glancing up at him with a puzzled expression, “what?”

Simply smiling at you in return, he repeated, “ace, do you trust me?”

His gaze was so intense that you promptly rolled your shoulders back from the shiver that whooshed down your spine, “y-yeah, yeah I trust you.”

“Good.”

“Why do I need to trust you?” you giggled as he leaned in to give you a kiss, “what are you gonna do?”

His nose just ever so slightly ghosting against your own, he breathed out, “I’m gonna tire you out, baby.”

Biting down on your smile, you sniggered in an almost condescending way, “you are?”

“Yeah, I am,” you felt one of his hands let go of yours before disappearing under the hem of your baby blue nightgown. 

“You sound awfully confident of that,” you smiled as he denied you the pleasure of kissing your lips, only to dip down and plant soft pecks all along your neck. 

“Ace, I’m gonna ask you one more time,” his lips brushed against your exposed collarbone, “do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“And are you gonna let me do whatever I need to do in order to help shut that big, beautiful brain of yours off and make you fall asleep?” his fingertips found the edge of your underwear and began playing with the hem. 

“Yes,” your eyelids fluttered. 

“Whatever I want?” he hooked a finger in at the top and gave your panties a harsh tug, causing the gusset to dig into your buzzing folds. 

“Steve,” with both hands on either side of his face, you pulled him up for him to be at your level, “there isn’t much I wouldn’t do right now in order to fall asleep, so yes, if you so strongly believe that you can make me doze off, then go right ahead, do your worst.”

Your consensus caused a bright grin to crinkle up his handsome features, then swiftly seized your lips with his own. Gasping against his tongue, you felt him give the little fabric between your legs another cruel yank.

Tugging at his clothes, you quickly helped rid his body of everything but his boxers, the tent in them already so palpable that it looked as if it could spring free at any moment, just a small gust of wind and everything would be on display. 

Yelping as he suddenly ended the kiss by nonchalantly tossing you into the mountain of pillows and teddy bears at the head of your bed, as if you were just another stuffed animal that needed to sit among the others. Positioning himself on his knees, he swiftly yanked your hips down towards his face, burying his nose in the wet spot on your now evidently tinier than usual panties. 

“I don’t remember seeing these before,” his fingers pulled at the crotch, making your new thong snap back into place, “when did you start wearing this kind?”

“Just bought them last weekend,” you slowly propped yourself up on your elbows, “you like them?”

“Mm,” he hummed, flipping up your short nightie even more and pulling his head back so that he could take it all in, “fucking love them,” as his hand then swiftly came down upon them, giving your barely covered folds a small slap. 

Playing with the fabric for far too long to be considered kind, pulling and tugging at it, watching you squirm as he tugged harder on the wedgie, he then definitively became more enamoured with the mess below them and pulled the gusset to the side. 

“Shit, would you look at that,” his thumb came up to part your folds, “so fucking perfect the way she’s crying out for me like that, begging for me to fill her up,” he leaned down to give your clit a kiss.

Bucking your hips up in search of more, your arms then treated to give out from under you as he actually gave you what you desired, wrapping his lips around your swollen pearl, and slurping like it was a piece of hard candy. 

Gazing down at him, the small whimpers quickly turned into a needy moan as his dark eyes found yours, staring intensely as he devoured your pussy like a starved beast. Dipping down lower, lapping at your slit, he then briefly traced your leaking little hole before indulgently plunging his tongue into it, his eyes crinkling up in pleasure as he saw how your eyebrows knit together in return. 

Picking your legs up, bending them and guiding them up beside your torso, you then felt his palms sneak under your butt and lift you up closer to his face. Letting your head fall back down atop the pillows, you reached a hand up, planting it against the headboard, both in support, but also in preparation just in case one of these moves should cause your skull to collide with it. 

Your eyes lulled closed, letting yourself sink into the rippling pleasure that he quickly overflowed your body with, though they swiftly snapped open once more as you unexpectedly felt his tongue hungrily lap at a very different hole than the one you had let him pop. 

“Steve, what are you-“ 

Arms cradling your hips, he pulled back just enough to answer you brazenly, “you said whatever I want, right?”

“Yeah,” his breath fanning across your wetness made you shiver. 

“You still gonna let me help you?” he turned his head to kiss your thigh. 

That part you didn’t have to think twice about, “yes, but why are you touching me there?”

“Ace, do you not want me to touch you here?” one of his long arms snaked around you even further, a hand cupping your pussy and his longest finger coming down to swirl the little button in question.  

Inhaling sharply, your lips parted as he gently tickled your untouched hole, all the while gazing softly up at you, “no, you’ve just never-…” 

“I’ve never played with your tight little ass before?” he cocked an eyebrow and smirked, “no, I guess haven’t. But fuck if I haven’t thought about it…” he slid his fingers up to rub your clit.

“Y-you’ve thought about it?” 

“Yes,” he answered earnestly, “you haven’t?” 

“No, it never even crossed my mind as a possibility…”

“You serious?” you felt your thighs begin to shake as his whole palm started rubbing against your poor little clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Well, I know that it's anatomically possible,” you struggled to get the words out, “but I just never thought about it.”

“Oh, baby, it's very much possible…” he smirked, replacing his hand with his lips, sucking down harshly as his slick fingers wandered down to tease your puckered little hole.

Now that the thought of letting him ruin all your holes finally did cross your mind, you couldn’t ignore the way it made you feel like a puddle right at his feet.

Eyes still fixed upon you, you felt his finger press against your hole, the tip just barely breaching the entrance, but still giving you enough of a taste for you to let out a fierce gasp that he quickly bit down upon, “you like that?” 

Your face was burning up as you timidly nodded, “mhm.” 

“Yeah, you do?” he poked just the essence of his finger inside you, “you finally gonna let me fuck this little hole, huh?” 

You felt like you couldn’t look, yet still managed to choke out, “I-, um, o-okay, yeah.”

He sensed your nerves and slowly retracted his hand, instead opting to grab a handful off your ass, adjusting his grip and lifting you back up against his adoring tongue. 

A minute later, after nearly squashing his head between shaky thighs from the orgasm that he drank out of you, he impatiently ripped your flimsy garbs off, exposing you completely as you came down from your first high. 

After a moment of soft kisses and nips along your waist, his fingers just lightly tweaking at your nipples to shepherd you back to life, when your eyes again blinked open and locked with his blown-out pupils, what he did next made you skreich out in surprise, though your laughter was impossible to miss. 

Flipping you around, holding onto you tight until you found your footing on your hands and knees, you giggled, “you know, you could just ask, and I’ll move into whatever position you want me in.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you felt his lips attack your shoulder as his fingers again found your cunt. Plunging his fingers into your quivering hole once, twice, and before he could play anymore, you reached back and clawed at the corner of his boxer your fingers could grasp. “You know, you could just ask,” he copied with a smile as his cock sprang free. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” you mimicked as you felt him nudge his dick against your petals, essentially just resting it against you as this position made his length hug against the curve of your body like a magnet, the tip kissing your belly button. 

Catching him off guard, probably as he was about to do something entirely different, he managed to linger at a spot long enough for you to seize the opportunity and back up, angling your hips just right for your pussy to swallow the bulbous head, smiling as a strangled moan escaped Steve’s lips. 

“You know,” he wrapped his arms around your body, cradling each jiggly tit in his hands and rested his chin on your goosebump-covered shoulder, “I still can’t believe I got to be the one to pop your cherry,” he emphasized with a sharp snap of his hips, filling you up completely, “have to pinch myself every day.”

“What else are best friends for?” you joked, earning a thrust that shook you to the very core, tip bumping against your cervix so cruelly that your limbs almost gave out. 

“Remember when I could barely even fit the tip in you?” the memory caused you to let out a needy whine and nod your head, “yeah, I made it fit though, didn’t I? Made you fit me perfectly.”

Straightening back up, his big hands slid over your body till they came to rest on either side of your hips, occasionally palming a cheek, spreading you more for his own viewing pleasure. The toe-curling sensation of when his palm began to come down upon your ass had been the last straw for your hands to give out from under you, making you drop down onto your forearms and fall face-first into a stuffed animal. 

Smooching your cheek down deeper into the plush below, you felt a line of drool start to trickle down from the corner of your lip and onto mister fuzzy’s fur. 

The room was filled with a symphony of yours and his needy moans, your embarrassingly wet pussy slobbering all over his dick and the melody of skin against skin clapping rhythmically as he ruthlessly hammered into you. 

With another slap to your reddened ass, his palm stayed on your skin, fondling to his heart's content till you felt his thumb mosey in between your cheeks, causing your breath to hitch as he came to circle your little rosebud.

Letting a droplet of saliva drop down from his groaning lips and onto your crack, he stopped the racing bead with his finger and asked, “when are you gonna let me in here, huh?” he slowly sank his thumb inside of you, plugging up both of your holes, “don’t you want to feel your best friend’s big fat cock up your ass? Stretch out this pretty little hole and split you open? You gonna let me in tonight, ace?”

Face down amidst the pillows and ass all the way up in the air, you slurred, “I-, fuck, yeah, yes,” turning your head more, you glanced up at his looming shadow and managed to say, “I trust you, remember?” 

“God, I love you so much.”

“I l-love you too, Steve,” you whined and hid your face again, now noticing just how hard you were shaking, body trembling like a leaf under him. You nearly let out a scream when his heavy sack once again slapped against your puffy clit, and an incredibly intense wave washed over you.  

“Shit, baby,” he then pointed out what had completely flown over your own head, “keep squirting on my cock just like that. Fucking soak me, ace.” 

And after a murmured announcement, his movements then became more disjointed as he spilt himself deep within your dripping cunt. Feeling him bury his face into your shoulder, he never fully stopped, just kept going, sluggishly fucking his cum into your sensitive hole. 

It didn’t take long for your body to give out completely, though his firm grip on your hips still kept you somewhat off the soaked mattress, slowly and desperately lifting your body back up and fucking himself like you were a toy. 

“H-how-,” you struggled, trembling in his arms, “how are you still so hard?”

“I-, fuck, you’re just,” he groaned, hissing occasionally from just how tight your quaking cunt was clenching onto him, “you’re so fucking hot, ace,” nearly stopping his painstakingly slow movements altogether. 

Not wanting to let go, he simply rolled both of you over, tumbling onto to bed and unintentionally slipping out in the process, leaving your sensitive hole winking back at the massive length that somehow fit in there. 

You thought that what had occurred already would have been more than enough, that you wouldn’t be able to take anymore, but after only a few seconds of laying there in his arms, feeling his lips suck on your neck and his somehow still stiff cock jab against your butt, heat started to bloom once again in your belly and you found yourself instinctually raising one of your thighs up and hooking a foot between his calves, once again spreading your legs for you best friend. 

“Steve,” you whined, rolling your hips back and grinding into his dick. 

“Yeah?” you heard his deep voice directly in your ears as he slipped his length in between your thighs, letting you rub your collective mess all over him as it leaked out of you.

Being too timid to ask, but too curious to stop, you simply begged, “please,” your shaky breath giving it a desperate quality that would only feed his fire. 

“I’ll be gentle, ace,” he kissed your skin as he grabbed onto the base of himself, “I’ve been dreaming about it forever,” he slowly guided his slick cock back to kiss your little rosebud, “but I’ll try to be gentle, promise.”

The sensation of his generous girth splitting your untouched hole open had your body shaking. It was as much agonizingly caustic as it was blindingly pleasurable. Thankfully, he went at it as slow as humanly possible, gradually easing his dick inside. 

Gliding a hand down your front, his fingers came to toy with your overly sensitive bud, initially causing you to jerk back, unintentionally impaling yourself that much more on him. 

“You can take it, you can take all of it,” he whispered, determinedly playing with your clit to compensate. 

Your breaths were laboured as your body tried to comprehend this new and jarring sensation as his cock pierced you to your very core. When he had given you what he deemed was an acceptable amount, you half expected him to just go ham, plough you till you literally passed out, but he didn’t. He just stayed there, barely moving at all. Just filled you up as his fingers played with your soaked folds. 

Plunging his fingers into your pussy, it was nearly too much to bear, your sensitive walls both being happy for his return, welcoming him in, yet also screaming bloody murder as it was all so incredibly intense. 

Hooking his middle and ring finger inside of you, he anchored them there, using them as leverage to gently rock your body back onto him, moving your whole being via the thick fingers he had nestled against your g-spot. 

“Hey, why are you crying, baby?” he asked you softly, kissing your wet cheek. 

You hadn’t even realised that you were, being way too dazed to feel the pillow under your cheek begin to dampen with your blissed-out tears, “it just feels so good,” your words were nearly incomprehensible as they flew out. 

“You crying because it feels good, yeah?” you didn’t have to turn and look to be able to pick up on the huge grin spread across his face. 

Nuzzling back further against his fuzzy chest, listening to the jaw-dropping lewd sloppy sounds his fingers produced as they purposefully rocked vigorously against that spot inside you that caused your eyes to roll back. “I’m so full, so full,” you slurred, “I can feel you fucking everywhere,” your wild hand came down to ghost over his forearm, feeling the muscles tense and flex under your touch as he continued to make sloppy music with your body. 

“You think you can squirt for me again pretty girl?” he asked, nibbling your earlobe.

All you could manage to answer with was a pathetically shaky, “no.” 

“Oh yeah? You sure about that?” 

“N-no,” you echoed just as wobbly as before. 

With raging confidence, he raised his head and ogled as you yet again squirted all over his rocking palm, drenching the sheets below even more. 

Nearly blacking out as your spent body spilt out its essence, you felt Steve twitch behind you, undoubtedly fighting to keep his hips movements to a minimum. 

“Say that you want me to cum in your ass, ace,” he growled, his wet fingers, after finally quitting their bullying of your puffy center, dug into your hip, surely leaving lavender marks in their wake, “come on, say that you want me leaking out of both your holes.”

“I w-want yo-… I-…” was all you could get out, eyes shut and genuinely feeling more like a ragdoll at this point, half asleep from the abundant waves of ecstasy. 

Even though he bit down on your shoulder, it still didn’t muffle his moans, loudly expelling himself once again, pumping you full of his hot cum. 

Lazily detaching himself from you, you felt him spread your cheeks apart, giving himself a good view of both your tender holes, leaking, and still slightly gaping from his generous girth.

“Look at that mess you made, ace,” he further spread apart your puffy folds and probed a finger into each one of your sore openings, “fucking beautiful…” 

Humming as you felt his lips upon your hip, gently retracting his curious fingers, he told you, “I’ll be right back, ace. Just gonna go grab something to clean you up with and a glass of water.”

Finally on the brink of slumber, what you failed to notice as Steve returned to provide you with hydration and a gentle wiping of the mess he’d made, was that as he sat down the cold glass of water on your bedside table, he spotted, badly hidden under your diary, the college acceptance letter that bound you to move 900 miles away from him. 

Feeling the mattress dip under you, you felt your duvet being tugged over you as Steve crawled in behind you. Hugging your resting body close as if his life depended on it, his earnest voice just managed to catch your ear before you faded away into dreamland, “I love you… ace, I really love you…”

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OC FAMILY | SIBLING EDITION: Marlene 'Mari' Pines, Mabel Pines, and Mason 'Dipper' Pines

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Mabel, looking over Mari's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

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~ Meredith & Steve ~

“You make me wanna/Go dancing (You make me wanna)/Try on feminine (You make me wanna)/Go buy a new dress/You make me wanna/Slip off a new dress”

“I’ll hold you, I’ll know you/I’ll never leave out the back door/And I’d love to complete you/Hope you get all you ask for/‘Cause I swear that I wasn’t looking for much/But that’s just when you happened/That’s right when you happened/Got so damn close to packing it up/But that’s right when you happened/Then you happened”

Meredith Gibson & Steve Harrington - Juna by Clairo & Packing It Up by Gracie Abrams

[hannahhook7744]

Stranger things ocs part 4;

Name:

Hayden Damon Brock

Born:

December 19th, 1966-1967

Age:

17/18 (season two)

18/19 (seasons three and four)

Aliases:

Nineteen

Den

Hadie

The Assassin

The Tiefling

The Tiefling assassin

Scotus

Scotus the Tiefling assassin

Scotus the menacing

H.B

H

The Shadow Demon

Hellspawn

Residence:

Hawkins National Laboratory (1966/1967-1979)

Forest Hills Trailer Park at Hawkins, Indiana (in Tiffany's cellar)(1984-)

Family:

Samson Brock (Adoptive Brother/fellow test subject)

Kali Prasad (Adoptive Sister/fellow test subject)

Jane Hopper (Adoptive Sister/fellow test subject)

Steve Harrington (Adoptive Cousin)

Friends:

Tiffany Hammond

Eden Bingham

Neptune Bingham

Sprightly Casanova

Yelena Franco

Argyle Franco

Carol Perkins

Tommy Hagan

Other:

Eddie Munson (rival)

Corrided Coffins (rivals)

Joyce Byers (acquaintance)

Jim Hopper (acquaintance)

The Party (acquaintances)

Nancy Wheeler (acquaintance)

Jonathan's Byers (acquaintance)

Ms. And Mr Harrington (false aunt and uncle)

Affiliation:

Hopper Family

Byers Family

The Party

Kali's Gang

Harrington Family

Hammond Family

The Hawkins High Musketeers

Hawkins National Labatory (formerly)

Benny's Burgers

The Reckless Dragons

Occupation:

Test subject at Hawkins National Laboratory (1966/1967-1979)

Bust Boy at Benny's Burgers (1984-)

Harmonica Player of The Reckless Dragons (1984-)

Gender:

Male

Height:

5"10

Weapon:

Blades taped to playing cards

Telekinesis

Umbrakinesis

Dreamkinesis

Hobbies:

Stealing

Making weapons

Setting off fire works

Playing with fire

Learning how to use different weapon

Pranking

Sparring

Learning different forms of martial arts

Sleeping

Jump Scarring people

Listening to music

Playing video games

Parkour

Wall/ceiling crawling

Vandalism

Graffiti

Playing card games

Playing board games

Playing/cheating at DND

Playing darts

Playing the harmonica

Reading

Purposely annoying people

Personality:

Playful

Spiteful

Sneaky

Street Smart

Multi-talented

Lazy when he wants to be

Protective

Secretly caring

Stoic

Takes no shit

Is a little shit

Button pusher

Fears:

Pupaphobia

Theme Song:

Thriller by Michael Jackson

Relationship status:

Dating but won't tell who

Story:

Stranger us

Name:

Neptune Lagoon Bingham

Born:

July 4th, 1968-1969

Age:

16/17 (season four)

Aliases:

Nep

Tune

N.B

Pizza Boy

Stoner Boy

Water Boy

Bingham

Sticky fingers Lagoon

Lagoon

The Dwarf

The Dwarfen thief

N.L.B

Residence:

Bingham House, Salt Lake City, Utah, USA

Family:

Mr. Bingham (Father)

Mrs. Bingham (Mother)

Eden Bingham

Suzie Bingham (Sister)

Tabitha Bingham (Sister)

Cornelius Bingham (Brother)

Sterling Bingham (Brother)

Tanner Bingham (Brother)

Tatum Bingham (Sister)

Peter Bingham (Brother)

Friends:

Yelena Franco

Argyle Franco

Jonathan Byers

Sprightly Casanova

Tiffany Hammond

Hayden Brock

Samson Brock

Steve Harrington

Tommy Hagan

Carol Perkins

Eddie Munson

Corrided Coffins

Other:

Nancy Wheeler (acquaintance)

The Party (acquaintances)

Jim Hopper (acquaintance)

Joyce Byers (acquaintance)

Affiliation:

The Hawkins High Musketeers

Hammond Family

Byers Family

Hopper Family

Surfer Boy Pizza

Lenora Hills Country Club

Lenora Hills High School (formerly)

Occupation:

Lenora Hills Country Club (1986-)

Surfer Boy Pizza (1986-)

Gender:

Male

Height:

5"4 ½

Weapon:

Golf club

Lighter

Cricket bat

Hobbies:

Swimming

Rolling skating

Playing video games

Reading comic books

Reading Manga books

Go-karting

Listening to music

Hanging out with his friends

Playing board games

Playing card games

Playing DND

Playing Party games

Going to parties

Pulling pranks

Personality:

Kind

Sweet

Spacey

Chill

Moody

Funny

Playful

Cool

Street smart

Anxious

Fears:

Trypanophobia

Claustrophobia

Algophobia

Anginophobia:

Theme Song:

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

Relationship status:

Dating

Story:

Stranger us

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PROJECT SUNSHINE OCS!!! •

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007 || Sunshine || Danielle Torres

I’m not bad, I’m not good. I drank every sky that I could. Made myself mythical, tried to be real. Saw the future in the face of a daffodil • daffodil by florence + the machine

009 || Luke || Luke Hopper

He’ll blame the alcohol. And you’ll blame the full moon. She’ll blame the fall of man. And I’ll blame the evening news for giving us dooms day • fool’s gold by Lucy Dacus

010 || Leia || Leia Hopper

I’m bending to the ground just to pick up little worms. And I have seen you relish such violence with a joy that I’ve only seen before in the little eyes of boys discovering their power for the first time • boys, bugs, and men by Paris Paloma

Calum Miller

I am one of those melodramatic fools. Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it. Sometimes I give myself the creeps. Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. It all keeps adding up. I think I’m cracking up. Am I paranoid or am I just stoned? • basket case by green day

Tamera Willow

This is not really, this, this, this is not really happening. You bet your life it is. You bet your life it is. Honey, you bet your life • cornflake girl by tori amos

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♡ old money!sugar daddy!modern!stevie x oc

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daisy, chapter seven

A/N: it will probably be a little bit before I finish the next chapter because that one is crazy...

summary: “could this maybe help cheer you up?”

warnings: private school!reader, perv!steve, smut, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, public sex (locker room), handjob, blowjob, spit kink

word count: 1550

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Walking down the hallway, you saw the last few team members stroll out of the locker room. Your boyfriend not being among them persuaded you to creak the door open and poked your head in. Spotting him at an instant, seemingly the last one still in the changing room, he stuffed a blue towel into his duffle bag and zipped it up.

“Hey,” you announced your presence softly, not sure how he was feeling after what a fiasco that basketball game had been. 

“Hey ace,” he flashed you an exhausted yet content smile, “I’ll be ready to go in just a minute.”

Taking one last look over your shoulder at the now deserted school, you gently swung the door close, stepped up towards Steve and without giving a warning, pulled him down for a kiss. 

Lowering yourself back down from your tiptoes, you saw him blink in surprise and then practically purred, “hello…”

“Hi,” you caught his hand and weaved your fingers with his own. Still not sure if he was just putting on a brave face, you asked, “are you okay?”

“Me? Oh, yeah, I’m fine, tired, but fine,” he said, actually sounding genuine, “the team hasn’t won any championships in many many years, so it’s not really a huge surprise that we lost yet again,” holding both of your hands in his, he slumped back against the locker and exhaled, “I kinda just wanna get home.”

Somehow still not completely convinced, you checked once more, “are you sure you’re okay?”

Your abundant concern made him smile, as he squinted his eyes at you and said, “if you give me another kiss, maybe…”

Lowering himself a bit more to make the job easier for you, you raised your chin up and brushed your lips against his again, quickly causing his smile to fade away into just blissful relaxation. 

When his tongue inevitably poked past your lips and danced across your own, it didn’t take long for you to recall the plan you had dreamt up as you watched the game turn south from the stands. 

“You know,” you breathed, long ago having been twirled around by him so that it was your back that was pressed against the cool locker, “I’m really happy that you’re not all broken up about this,”  you let your eyes close a second as his lips went on a whirling path down your neck, “because if you were then I would have to do all of these things to cheer you up…”

Picking up on your innuendo, he stopped kissing your neck at once and came up to be face to face with you, stating abruptly, “I am actually so sad.”

“Yeah?” you smiled, running your fingers through his still-damp locks.

“Heartbroken,” he said dramatically, “there is this unbearable pain in my chest,” he thumped his closed fist over his left peck a few times. 

“Oh no, poor you,” a giggle bubbled out of you.

“Yeah,” his smile never waving, “I think I might cry in a little bit.”

“Oh no,” you ran your hands down his body, “we don’t want that,” reaching his grey sweatpants, you twirled the string around your finger and gave it a small tug, “could this maybe help cheer you up?” you cupped his rapidly growing bulge through the fabric. 

Breath getting caught in his throat, he shrugged, “maybe, I don’t know, I think we’ll just have to try and find out,” keeping the joke going even now as your hand disappeared down the front of his pants.

As soon as your small fingers wrapped around his girth, you felt him grab the sides of your face and kiss you hard. He let out a soft groan as you suddenly detached your lips from his and started to glide down the locker and land on the cold tile floor at his feet. His eyelids flickered as you settled yourself on your knees and hook a finger in his waistband to help free him. 

“Hey,” you smiled up at him as his heavy length sprung free, “you know I love you, right?”

Poking out your tongue, you gently swiped it over the head, the corners of your lips still upturned in bliss. 

“Y-yeah you do, wow,” his jaw hung low, and a palm fell to stroke your hair. 

Well aware of how this was kind of uncharted waters for you, he quickly picked up on your hesitation to do too much in fear of it being wrong, that he stepped in and plucked your hand off his cock, turning the palm up to your lips, “spit,” he commanded, completely enamoured by your every move. 

After doing as he asked, he then returns your palm to his throbbing length, wrapping his own around yours just to get you started. After gaining a bit of confidence and feeling him relax and let you take the lead, his fingers fell from yours, making the stark contrast of your own small hand behind his seem that much bigger. 

To compensate, you reached up and wrapped your other hand around his girth as well, jerking him at the same steady pace he had shown you. 

Letting out a small chuckle, he commented, “your hands are so small, ace. You want me to help you?”

“No,” you nearly swatted away the fingers he lowered half as a joke, “I can do it.”

Turning your head a bit, you still looked up at him as you placed a handful of sloppy kisses along his dick, tracing your tongue over the veins that mapped his length. 

“Yeah you can,” and then when you found yourself at his tip once more, lapping up the beads of precum, you felt his hips instinctually twitch, attempting to gain entrance to the warmth of your mouth. 

Not truly comprehending what a mouthful he was, you only parted your lips a bit at first, but it didn’t take very long before your lips were stretched around his fat head and his fingers were rooted in your hair, maybe for support, maybe to be a shield between your skull and the locker, or maybe he was simply at the brink of taking over himself and pushing your head down even further, till your nose was pressed against his fuzz and you couldn’t even think about breathing. 

Quickly hitting the back of your throat, you instinctually pulled off and choked out a tiny cough before blinking away the growing tears and determinedly filling your mouth up once more. 

“There you go, ace,” he encouraged, though your enthusiastic efforts never led you past his swollen tip, you tried your best to even it out with what little attention your small hands could give him. “You can do it,” you felt one of his thumbs swipe a tear from your cheek before returning to the back of your head, “just a little deeper,” he gently pushed you down till you gaged, sending you reeling back to try and recover quickly. 

You wanted to reach up and wipe your eyes, clear your vision so you could better see Steve’s breathtakingly pleasure-filled expression as he stood there towering over you, but you were covered in spit, your hands, your lips, no doubt dripping down your chin. 

“Jesus christ, you’re so hot, ace.”

Your whole body was tingling as your mind just kinda shut off, trying time and time again to take him down, even though your untrained throat wouldn’t grant him entrance.

When you felt like you had gotten into a good rhythm, slobbering all over his tip and working the rest of him in your hands, making him moan like mother fucker, he suddenly plucked you off his cock, lifting you up towards him, and just as you were gasping for air, completely drunk on him, he amplified the feeling by bending down and ruthlessly spitting in your mouth, quickly lowering your head once again so he could feed you’re his girth.

“Fuck, just keep your mouth open, just like that,” he briefly tapped the tip against your presenting tongue before repeatedly feeding you his dick, then withdrawing it completely only to buck his hips forward again, giving you as much as you could take, fucking your face and making you feel like you were made out of jelly.  

“That’s it, ace. Just relax for me,” you heard as your hands slid down his thighs, clawing at the fabric and painting it with saliva, “that’s a good girl.”

Entirely taking over the operation now that he was so painstakingly close to the edge, he panted, “stick out your tongue baby,” and furiously jerked his cock off right before your very eyes, “let me see it,” your tongue lazily peeked out from the smile he somehow always conjured. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, not holding his moans back nor caring if any of the remaining souls on the premises would hear, as hot white ropes spewed out and added to the mess of your face. 

Both of you heaving for breaths, you heard the clank of the locker as Steve’s forearm slumped against it, lazily grinning down at you as he admired his masterpiece, swiping up the various stray stripes only to smudge the against your swollen lips, “shit, ace…”

“Did it work? Are you happy now?”

“Yeah, ace, it worked.”

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STRANGER THINGS HAVE HAPPENED IN THE NIGHTTIME

(oc ren/137)

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Happy (Belated) Birthday Beth Munson! (September 6th)

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