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This came to me before falling asleep😭

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Jerking him off in front of a standing mirror, making him watch himself crumble under your touch as you pump his length from behind, you can see every bead of sweat glistening off his body as he tries to fight the pleasure. His pathetic little whimpers travel to your ears and you hold his head still so he has to watch you tormenting his aching cock. “Fuck- I- mmm, gonna cum” his weak voice calls out before shooting his load all over the glass, you chuckle as you watch it roll down slowly, creating a abstract image as aftermath of what just happened.

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And one more request is Steve harrington x reader tells him she's pregnant and the journey of the pregnancy (also steve being obsessed with the baby bump and talking to it) and then the birth and steve is so in love and happy and he's like "one down 5 more to go"

FIVE MORE TO GO.

summary: steve is excited, you’re nervous, dustin is excited about being an uncle, robin is excited too - way, way excited, eddie is excited about showing her Metallica on the guitar.

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warnings: fem!reader, if babies bother you … babies

an: if you ever have anymore requests . . . please send my way, you literally helped me so much!!! i appreciate your request so much!! and if anyone else has any requests, please don’t be scared to send them!! i’m sorry if the ending isn’t as good </3

𖡡 JASPER, CHICAGO - 1990.

Two more months to go and you felt as if it was even longer than that.

But Steve felt as if it could be any minute now, making you practically push him out of the door so he could make it to work on time and you get some peace, promising if anything happened you’d call Eddie or Robin.

He didn’t like the sound of that, but did it to please you anyway.

You love Steve, really love him.

But sometimes you needed a moment to yourself. Especially now.

Your feet was propped up, ankles slightly swollen, with a bowl of cheese puffs and another small bowl of sour cream resting on swell of your stomach.

You would’ve cringed at the thought several months ago, but right now? It was heaven.

The door opens, keys being dropped into the bowl.

“I’m telling you, Suzie misses me!”

“Dude, she broke up with you,” Steve says pointedly. “For a reason.”

“It was a stupid reason.”

You shake your head, smiling as they both step into the living room. Dustin excitedly drops his bag, making his way over.

“I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you too, Dusty.” You grin, watching as he plops next to you.

Steve had - reluctantly - agreed to let Dustin stay. (He was nervous that he might break something and it would cause you to hurt yourself, or rather, if you cleaned too much, you’d immediately go into labor.)

You were the one to tell Steve that he could stay, as long as he was careful.

And when you give him that look when he’s about to question if it’s a good idea, he agrees.

“What are you eating?”

“Cheese puffs and sour cream,” You grin. “Eddie and Robin is on their way with a strawberry milkshake.”

Dustin’s face screws up, but Steve pouts. “Honey, if you wanted me to get you a milkshake, you could’ve told me before I left and I would’ve brought you back one before picking him up.”

“I know you would’ve, but I didn’t want him ti get kidnapped.”

“They would immediately take him back to the airport.”

“Hey!” Dustin throws his hands up.

There’s a knock before the door is opened. “We come baring milkshakes.”

You stand, Steve is immediately by your side, helping you up.

“Gimmie one, please.” You waddle towards Robin, grabbing the styrofoam cup from her hand, taking a long sip.

You hum, nodding as you close your eyes.

“This is definitely what I needed,” You glance between the both of them. “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” Eddie smiles and holds out a gift bag. “I wasn’t able to get the little gremlin anything for the baby shower, but here you go.”

“Eds,” You shake your head. “You didn’t have to. It’s okay.”

“I know. But still,” He grins. “I think you’ll like it.”

You set the cup down and Steve eyes the bag cautiously. You grab the pink bag from him, sparkles falling to the carpet. You pull the mix of white and pink tissue paper out of the bag.

In the bottom is a folded up onesie and dress. You reach in the bag and unfold it, placing the bag on the table.

The onesie was a green, long sleeved one with Metallica Justice For All album. Steve throws Eddie a look.

“What if she doesn’t like Metallica?”

Eddie smirks. “Oh, she will.”

You laugh a bit, unfolding the dress that had tiny white skulls all over it.

“Thank you, Eddie. I can’t wait til shes able to wear them.”

He grins, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“And I can’t wait to play her songs on the guitar.”

Robin speaks up. “I’ll be sure to get her some earplugs.”

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TWO MONTHS LATER.

It was past the due date and you were getting nervous.

Nothing has helped your water break. There were tiny concentrations, but nothing to major.

Steve was calling the house on the dot every hour, sometimes you and Dustin ignored it, which made him go into a frenzy and call Robin or Eddie.

The bags were packed and ready to go. You were sure Steve had missed something, but you know he would immediately go back to pick it up.

He had told you to stay in bed and rest. But you certainly didn’t listen.

With a hand on your belly, Dustin visiting Eddie’s and Robin’s apartment upstairs, you were cleaning.

Light cleaning, but cleaning nonetheless.

“If you could, baby, just. . . hurry,” You speak to your bump, thumb moving up and down slightly. “Daddy is about to have a brain aneurysm.”

You laugh into the quiet apartment, sitting down now and letting out a huff.

The door opens and keys drop into the bowl. “Where’s Dustin?” Steve immediately asks.

“At Eddie’s and Robin’s.” You rub your hand up and down, not looking up at him.

“What?! What if you would’ve went into labor and no one was here, huh? What would’ve-”

“Baby,” You finally look at him. He stops and stares at you with wet, wide, brown eyes. You pat the free spot next to you. He huffs our a breath, walking over and sitting down next to you, careful not to make any sort of movement. “I’m not fragile or sick, I’m pregnant. If something would’ve happened, I would’ve called them immediately. You should know this.”

He looks at your swollen belly sadly. “Do you think she’s okay?”

“She might be shy,” You tease softly. You smile once you see the corner of his lip curl into a small smile. His hand reaches out to rest on your stomach. Yours rest on his cheek. “I promise you, I’m okay. . . She’s okay.”

He only nods slightly, tapping softly before standing from the couch. “You hungry?” He leans down, hands resting on the couch. You lean back to stare up at him.

“Nope. Are you? I could make you-”

“I’ll make it,” He’s quick to cut you off. “You stay here and rest.” He leans down more, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before lifting up and making his way to the kitchen.

You shake your head and sigh, closing your eyes as you lean your head back against the soft cushion.

You wince slightly, moving an inch. Something wet catches your attention. Eyes flying open, you look down.

“Uh. . . Steve?” You call out.

“Change your mind on the sandwich? I knew you would, that’s why-”

“No,” You say simply, staring up at the boy who held two plates. “I, uh, I think my water broke.”

The plates drop, bread and sandwich meat flying everywhere, and he quickly makes his way over to you. “Oh, my god. Okay. . . Okay. This- this is happening. Finally. Uh, what do you need? Do you need anything?”

“I need to get into the car and go to the hospital. That would be nice.” You wince again, trying to stand. He’s quick to help pull you up.

“Right. Okay, yeah. Hospital. Let me get the bags!” He quickly makes his way to the room. You waddle over to the phone, quickly dialing your friends number.

“Hello?”

“Robs, hey, it’s me,” You wince again, pressing a hand to the wall. “Uh, it’s time?”

There’s silence - then there’s screaming so loud that you have to pull the phone away from your ear.

“Hello?” You say into the phone before the dial tone echos into your ear. You shake your head, placing the phone back onto the receiver.

There’s a stumbling and a dull thud. You glance over to see Steve on the floor.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m okay!” He declares, standing from the floor and lifting up the suitcase.

You shake your head and the door is flying open. “Let’s go! What are we waiting on!”

“Steve, what are you doing?!”

“The baby is almost-"

“Can everyone just be quiet, please?!” You don’t mean to snap, but the yelling wasn’t helping your pain at all. “Sorry,” You breathe. “But yelling isn’t going to make this go any faster, okay?”

They all nod, breathless.

“Dustin,” You say, and he perks up. “Beside the bed is the camcorder. Grab it.” He nods, walking past everyone quickly.

“Eddie, you’re driving.”

“Oh, no. Nope. That is not happening.” Steve shakes his head.

“Steve,” You turn to look at him. “I would rather you be beside me on the way there,” You quickly look at Eddie. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

You turn back to Steve. “And his focus will be on the road. If you were driving, you’d be all over the place. And I’d rather get there safely than you have a wreck.”

“She’s right.” Robin points out.

Steve sighs because, of course he knows, you’re right.

“Fine.”

You smile softly, but wince after. He steps closer. “I’m okay. Robs, can you go with Eddie and take the suitcase so Steve doesn’t accidentally make the clothes fly all over the place?”

She giggles at the thought but nods, walking over and yanking it from Steve’s hand. “Give it, Dingus.”

He rolls his eyes, watching as they quickly walk out. Dustin steps out. “What took you so long?!” Steve turns to him.

“I had to pee!”

Steve pinches his brows and stares at the boy. Dustin walks out of the apartment, you and Steve following behind, Steve’s hand never leaves your back.

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Your eyes slowly flutter open, glancing at Steve who was bouncing baby Nadia - or ‘gremlin’ Eddie affectionately calls her - in his arms.

She was so tiny and chunky.

You grin at the two, knowing (and hoping) Dustin had recorded them for a bit so you could have it on tape.

Steve was humming softly, fingertip slowly dragging across the baby’s soft nose.

“Stevie.” You say softly.

He quickly turns, smiling softly at you and walking over carefully to sit next to you.

One leg stays stretched out and the other is bent, careful not to dig into your thigh.

“I knew you’d be a good father.” You sit up carefully, reaching over and running a forehead over her cheek. Some of her brown hair was poking out from the pink beanie.

He blushes from the compliment, although he turns it around to you - always one to never to take compliments well. “You were awesome.”

“Thank you, Stevie,” You place a quick soft, peck to his lips. “Thank you for staying.”

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He knows what you mean.

You smile sadly and look away, leaning your head against his shoulder. He places his lips to the top of your head.

“I love you.” He mumbles.

“I love you too.” You nod softly, sniffing quietly.

He decides not to say anything more, besides one thing. “Five more to go?”

You laugh softly, nodding as you stare up with him with love pouring from your eyes. “Five more to go.”

Dustin smiles from the door, pulling the camera away once he has a good second or two of the kiss, leaning against the wall.

“I think I might become a producer.” He shrugs.

Eddie lifts a brow at him. “You’ve had a couple of jobs in mind.”

“Yeah, but this might stick.” Dustin grins, walking away.

Eddie rolls his eyes and peeks into the room. He smiles softly at the scene - almost too perfect to be true.

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joe keery’s boyfriend energy is off the charts. I don’t understand. I look at him and suddenly I want to bring him as a date to a wedding. he’s meeting my entire family. him and my dad are talking sports. he’s listening to my mom tell stories about me as a kid. we’re polite in public and then we’re going home and getting freaky in private. he’s so boyfriend.

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kinktober: day thirteen

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: edging

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, fingering and oral (f receiving), use of pet names, steve being a soft dom

word count: 0.7k

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Your boyfriend was cruel.

Your boyfriend was downright mean.

You’d lost count at how long he’d been at this now, his fingers in your pussy, his mouth on your clit. He’d deny your climax every time you got close, every time you’d breath out, “I’m gonna cum, Stevie. Please can I cum?”

Of course it would be met with a chuckle and a resounding “I don’t think so, honey.” Steve withdrawing his hands and mouth from you with a smirk on his face.

He had two fingers plunged deep inside you, curling and stroking at that special spot of yours, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Your pussy was throbbing, aching. You just needed that sweet release but Steve was having none of it.

Your skin was hot, your head was dizzy. You fisted the sheets beside you in frustration, your toes curling with every pump of Steve’s fingers. You arched your back as you got close once more and Steve knew, Steve always knew.

Your poor pussy was soaked, you felt it between your legs as the mixture of your juices and Steve’s saliva trickled down until it reached your ass, no doubt soaking the bed sheets in the process. You arch your back as that familiar feeling came barrelling through again.

“Steve,” you whined, hoping he would let you off this time, let you cum all over his fingers, “please can I cum? Jus’ wanna cum, Stevie, pleasepleaseplease.”

You weren’t afraid to beg, not when it came to Steve. Not that he ever gave in anyway.

He hummed against your skin as he pressed his lips to your mound, his fingers still working you. He sped up the pace, the wet sound ringing in your ears as he fucked his fingers in and out of your pussy. You really hoped he wouldn’t stop this time.

“I don’t know, baby,” he cooed, “what’s the rule again?”

You groaned in frustration, your eyes flitting down to Steve as you grumbled out the answer, “Only good girls get to cum.”

“That’s right,” Steve chirped, his thumb sped up on your clit now, “I’m not sure if you’ve been good enough though, honey.”

“Oh fuck, shit— Stevie, I can’t,” you cried, your hips bucking up to meet his movements, your eyes squeezed shut as your climax felt a fingertip away, “please, I can’t take much more. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll be a good girl, your good girl.”

Steve chuckled at your response, at your pleading, your ramble of words in an attempt to convince him. He never stopped though, his fingers still fucking your hole, his thumb still rubbing at your clit. The next words he spoke though made your heart sink.

“Hold it.”

You felt tears well in your eyes as you cried out, your orgasm moments away, another rub of your clit, another stroke of his fingers and you’d be gone. “I can’t, Steve, baby, please.”

“Ah, ah,” he tsked, watching you carefully as your back began to arch, “I said hold it.”

Whines fell from your lips as you tried with all your might, clenching all your muscles as you tried to think about anything other than Steve and his fingers. But it was no use, of course.

You pursed your lips together as you blubbered out a final please, a feeble attempt as everything became fuzzy.

“Go on, love,” Steve whispered, his gaze turning softer, “I think you’ve earned it. Cum.”

The cry you let out was shrill, you chanted the boy’s name like a siren song as you thanked him over and over. Your back arched off the bed and you gripped the sheets tight as you came all over Steve’s fingers. His tongue lapping at your clit to finish you off.

You saw stars as you came, every inch of your body tensed before you relaxed back into the mattress. Your brow sweaty and your skin hot, your chest rose and fell in quick succession as you caught your breath.

Steve crawled up to you, his lips leaving kisses in his wake. A kiss to your chin and then your cheek, before they finally settled on your lips.

“Such a good girl.” he whispered.

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smut?? i’ve been thinking about this for awhile… drunk steve and drunk you have sex and it’s all mushy and giggly and you’re slamming into things and knocking shit down but you don’t care because you’re drunk and in love

thanks for your request angel!! — the one where steve fucks you in eddie munson's bathroom (established relationship, smut, 18+ mdni, 1.9k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

A drunk giggle spills from your swollen mouth as Steve ushers you into Eddie Munson’s bathroom. 

It’s barely big enough for one person — let alone two — but you’re pressed too intently together for it to matter much. You stumble inside, making out like teenagers, and only stilling when your back meets the counter’s edge.

You’re smiling too big for Steve to kiss you as ardently as he wants to. His rosy mouth trails down your neck instead. He sprinkles sloppy, wet kisses along the warmed skin there — you taste like moonlight, summer air, and floral perfume.

You laugh louder when his large palms manhandle you to the countertop, ushering you further backward until you’re sitting pretty on the white laminate. The heavenly sound of your giggle is mixed with the harsh clattering of soap, aftershave, and hairspray. Some of it falls next to you, others hit the floor.

“Steve!” you protest, louder than you mean to. The beer numbing your mouth has also loosened your tongue, it seems.

Undeterred by the mess, the boy keeps on kissing you. He suckles just below your jaw, licking at your pulse point until you make a pretty noise for him. A smack fills the tiny bathroom when he parts from you. 

His smile is crooked, and his eyes twinkle with alcohol and adoration. “It’s okay, babe— don’t worry about it.”

Even though you’re still distantly worried about the havoc you’re wreaking in the Munson trailer, you have half a mind to believe him.

Everyone else was too busy getting drunk by the lake — because if Eddie Munson graduating wasn’t a cause to get shitfaced, you didn’t know what was. Steve had pulled you away with the excuse of raiding the kitchen for food. It wasn’t the strangest excuse in the world. The munchies often hit him hard after the first joint. Everybody was too drunk, too high, or too absorbed in conversation to care.

With Wayne having departed to work the wretched graveyard shift and the younger kids having long gone home, it left you and Steve with an empty trailer and unkissed mouths. 

Both were very easily filled.

You’re hoping you will be, too.

Steve’s mouth engulfs your own again. His tongue swipes against yours with a newfound vigor, tasting vaguely of Budweiser and peppermint. Your fingers twist in his honey-colored locks as he kisses the breath from your lungs. 

Your sigh fans against his cupid’s bow when his fingers sneak beneath the hem of your skirt. They’re long and warm creeping between your thighs — you part him instinctually. A whimper sounds from within your throat when the tips of them drag gently across your clothed cunt. His smile curls against your mouth when he feels the wet patch dampening the cotton.

Your lips click when he parts from you. You mourn the taste of him, though your grief quickly ebbs when his fingers pull your panties to the side. The pad of his thumb presses between your velvet lips in search of your clit. He finds it almost instantly, smirking when your thighs clench around his wrist.

“There?” he questions anyway, thumbing more intently at the sensitive button until you keen.

“Yes,” you moan in the affirmative — louder when he slips a finger into you. His pointer finger slides in with little effort from all the honey you leak for him. His middle finger slithers in next to it just the same.

Steve kisses you again, a bit rough in his drunken state. The sudden force of his adoration knocks you slightly backwards. Your shoulders collide with the poorly hung mirror behind you. It bangs against the drywall and jostles the bottles on the surrounding shelves. A few of them fall like rain around you. A small container of baby powder tumbles to the counter and then to the floor with a dense thud. 

You gasp against Steve’s mouth when white dust bursts from the cap.

“Steve!” you exclaim again, not laughing as you part from him this time.

His brows scrunch as he shakes his head, lazy and uncaring. “It’s okay—”

“Eddie’s gonna get mad!”

Steve groans. His scruffy features scruff in contempt as he pouts. “Can we please not talk about another guy while my fingers are inside you, babe? I’m beggin’.”

A smile tugs at your buzzing lips. A giggle spills from them before you can stop it. “Sorry, Stevie…”

His mouth finds your neck again. He sprinkles sloppy kisses there, occasionally nipping at the thrumming tendons. Spurred on by your pretty whimpered moans, he crooks his fingers within your pulsating walls until his forearm starts to burn.

“Missed you,” he mumbles into your burning skin.

“I’ve been with you all night,” you retort with a soft laugh. It turns into a moan when he rolls your clit with the pad of his thumb. The hand not entwined in his hair, clutches his flexed bicep.

“Yeah, but it’s been, like, forever since I’ve gotten to touch you.”

Your grin widens even though he can’t see it with his face pressed so intently in your neck. 

He’s good at making the small things feel more dramatic than they really are — like going a couple of days without fucking you, for example. You laugh about it, but you don’t realize how much you’ve missed him back until he’s touching you all over.

“It’s been four days—  if that.”

“Exactly,” he hums as he parts from you. The muscles of his toned arm tense as he braces himself along the counter. His other arm continues to pleasure you, wrist twisting to find the spot that makes you keen.

“I’ve been neglecting you, huh?” he lilts in a murmur. 

Your gaze goes lidded, heavy with pleasure, as his fingers push further into you. You try your best to keep his stare. His clenched jaw, strong nose, and chocolate eyes are too pretty to look away from. 

“I can tell. Your pussy’s fucking drooling for me, baby.”

A moan spills from your mouth at his wicked words — louder when his fingers hit a spot inside you that feels like a lightning strike down your spine. Your neck tenses as you toss your head back. 

“Please, fuck me,” you beg in an unabashed whine.

And who was Steve to deny his best girl of anything?

He slips his fingers from your cunt, though your walls threaten to suckle him back in. 

You pout at the emptiness — brows furrowed, nose softly scrunched, and lips jutted out. Steve chuckles at the sulking expression on your pretty face while his hands make quick work of his belt.

His cock is hard and aching when he frees it from the confines of his briefs. He jerks it in his fist, visibly heavy in his hand. Your mouth drools at the sight of it, flushed red at the tip and leaking pearly white pre-cum. 

You’d beg for a taste of him if you weren’t so painfully needy.

You lean against the mirror again, more gently this time. Steve’s arm sits just over your shoulder as he braces his hand against the glass. Before you have time to complain about the print he’s definitely smudging there, the bulbous tip of his cock drags up and down your satiny cunt. The slick you pool for him allows him to effortlessly sink into you. 

His cock pushes through your pulsating walls, inch by relentless inch. A moan spills from your open mouth, a delicate sound that entwines with the hearty groan that spills from Steve’s throat. He doesn’t still until his hips are wedged firmly against yours.

The small bathroom of a trailer that belonged to neither of you quickly fills with whimpers, moans, and whispered pleas.

The sting and drag of his cock in your quivering hole drives you wild. Tongue slackened with alcohol, you whine as you babble — “It’s so good. You’re so good to me, Stevie. Fucking me so good.” Your legs wrap around his hips to press him closer to you, even though you’re not entirely sure you could take much more in your sensitive state. 

“Gimme all of it, baby,” you slur anyway. “I want all of it.”

Needing you too badly to fuck you as slow as he usually likes to, he holds your thigh over his hip with one hand and braces his other over your shoulder — fucking you for all your worth on Eddie’s bathroom sink. 

His merciless cock punches into you. Between his measured thrusts, he grumbles. “Take it then, baby— fucking take it. ’S yours. All of it.”

He says it because he means it, but also because he knows how much you like it. Steve loves how much you love hearing his little reassurances. He needs them too sometimes — most times. 

The lewd nature of his innocent promises makes your cunt clench around him.

“Mine,” you whimper when your orgasm creeps up your spine. Your swollen clit meets the base of his cock with each of his thrusts, rubbing against the coarse thatch of pubic hair there. It burns, deliciously so, and makes you keen for him. You keep on babbling. 

“’S my cock, Stevie. Mine— oh, fuck—”

You grow impossibly wetter. The slap of his heavy balls against your silk pussy sounds within the tiny room in time with the subtle banging of the mirror behind you. You’re lucky the rest of the group was outside. Neither of you could be quiet if you tried.

Your words make him buckle down over you. Honey-colored tendrils fall over his forehead as he leans over you to devour your mouth. His broad body cages you against the counter while he punches deeper and deeper inside you. 

Your lips slide together in a sloppy, needy mess. You cling desperately to his t-shirt, right where his back flexes, as you climb your peak.

“Come inside me,” you plead against his mouth, over the sound of your bodies slapping together. “Please, come inside me. I need it, Stevie. Need it so fucking bad.”

Steve whines a broken moan when he parts from you. He fucks into you harder, a relentless pace that sends burning embers prickling at your sensitive clit. He rambles as he races towards his own orgasm.

“‘M gonna give it to you, baby,” he promises through labored pants. “I’m gonna— fuck— I’m gonna give you all my cum. Gonna give my girl all my fucking cum—”

Neither of you last more than ten seconds after that. 

Steve comes first. 

The feeling of his cock spitting several warm loads into your welcoming pussy was enough to make you burst seconds after. 

His body leans heavily against your own as he comes down, unintentionally pinning you as you twitch through the aftershocks of your head-spinning orgasm.

The bathroom — much messier than it had been when you first stumbled in — fills with the sounds of labored breaths and smacking kisses.

Steve’s lips dance across cheek, jaw, and neck while you whine through your slowly ebbing high. You’re jolted from the post-coital haze at the distant sound of the trailer door clicking open and shut again. 

The two of you tense instantaneously.

“Shit,” Steve huffs breathlessly. “We need to get back out there.”

He makes no attempt to move off of you, though. Your cunt warms his softening cock too sweetly for him to ever want to leave it. Not that he could just yet, anyway. His limbs feel too much like jello for that now.

With wide eyes, still bleary with honey, you blink up at him. “Do you think they heard?”

“Of course, I did!” Robin suddenly grouses from the other side of the door. It doesn’t sound like she’s standing at the entrance, though. Her muffled voice comes slightly lower, as though she were sitting right next to it. “You two are the loudest people on planet Earth! I’ve been waiting to use the bathroom for five whole minutes— so if I pee my pants, you two are to blame!”

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Ok so, that little thot about perv! fertility doctor steve? made me gasp. Do you think you'll ever write a oneshot about it? obviously its fine if you don't want to but if you do choose to write for him I just want you to know that I will eat it up and snort the crumbs

18+ obv | minors dni | includes infidelity, breeding kink

A brief introduction to fertility doctor!Steve Harrington 👍🩷 Will definitely make this a series. I’m adding this to my Kinktober ‘23 collection for the breeding kink and the general wrongness of it lol 😂 I love pervy Dr. Steve!! 😈

₊ ⊹ The first time Dr. Harrington fucked you in his exam room, you were sure it would be a one-time thing. You hadn’t planned on making your weekly visits to the fertility clinic a time for getting your guts rearranged; and yet, the sexual pull between the two of you was all-consuming. Even if your marriage hadn’t been crumbling already, you’d probably have had a hard time resisting your urges around the handsome young doctor…

₊ ⊹ As messed up as it was, you and your husband had decided to try and conceive as a way to save your marriage. Yes, the plan was ridiculous and morally-screwed up, but neither of you wanted a divorce, or to be separated. You were best friends, and maybe just maybe, bringing a child into the world together would bring you closer together as a couple, too.

₊ ⊹ Your husband wasn’t impotent, but he certainly was lacking in the stamina department when it came to ‘performing.’ It’s not that he disliked sex; it just wasn’t important to him. Your husband needed sex like other men need a bologna sandwich from time to time: it was great when he had it, but not something he felt was a priority in his life.

₊ ⊹ Unfortunately, trying to conceive with a man who lacked much of a sex drive at all was…challenging. Sometimes, just getting your husband to remember to fuck you was difficult. You kept a meticulous record of your cycle, pinpointing the days you’d be most fertile, and tried to get your husband ‘onboard,’ when those days arrived.

₊ ⊹ In spite of the obvious reason for your lack of conceiving (aka your husband’s lack of initiative) he still had the nerve to blame YOU for ‘taking so long to get pregnant,’ as he put it. So when he suggested seeing a fertility doctor to try and get to the bottom of ‘what was wrong with you,’ 🙄 you decided to entertain him and go along to the appointment. Because how satisfying would it be, you thought, to have an actual doctor tell your husband there was nothing wrong with YOU, and that maybe just maybe, your husband taking the initiative and fucking you more often is what would solve the problem???

₊ ⊹ At the initial appointment, you’d never been more ready to get fucked by anyone in your life than when you shook hands with Dr. Steve Harrington. My god, he was perfect…the kind, pleasant tone of his voice, how it matched his soft, expressive eyes…the way his lightly tanned skin looked sun-kissed and warm in contrast with the cool blue of his scrubs…

₊ ⊹ You were charmed by him immediately. If your husband hadn’t been so cocky and oblivious, he would have noticed the way you and Dr. Harrington were basically eye-fucking each other in front of him.

₊ ⊹ After running some tests, Dr. Harrington informed you and your husband that there was nothing wrong with your fertility. His advice, following your account of how often you and your husband were intimate, was that you needed to make love more often. Dr. Harrington wasn’t subtle about looking you straight in the eye when he spoke, ignoring your husband entirely as he fixed his gaze on yours and deliberately said, “you need to be ejaculated inside of as often as possible.”

₊ ⊹ Your eyebrows lifted, mouth dropping open in shock. If you hadn’t been soaking through your panties wanting Dr. Harrington, you probably would have been offended by his audacity. But as it was, you’d never felt more sexual desire emanating from a man, virility and passion dripping from him just like you were dripping for him…

₊ ⊹ Every subsequent appointment, you made sure to attend without your clueless husband. There had been an unspoken arrangement made between you and Dr. Harrington after that first consultation; he was going to fuck you, and fuck you how you needed.

₊ ⊹ You’d get pregnant, for sure, and your sexually-absent husband wouldn’t have anything to do with it. Dr. Harrington had no qualms with helping you in your quest to make a baby; he knew the best positions to fuck you in to increase the likelihood of conception, and he made sure to schedule an extra appointment during your most fertile week, so he could fuck you twice during ovulation.

₊ ⊹ Leaving Dr. Harrington’s office on unsteady legs, your underwear practically ‘sloshing,’ with your slick and the doctor’s cum filling it, became a regular occurrence. He had you wrapped around his finger (among other things) and didn’t plan on letting you go till he’d had his fill of you, and filled your womb in the process… 💕

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Happy Birthday Babe!!!! 💛💛💛

I have a question for you, one only you can answer. What's AIRWIY Steve doing on your birthday? I know he's a man who knows how to treat you right from the minute you wake up on your special day till you fall asleep - making it all about you ALL DAY 💛

ugh taylor!! how could you do this to me?!

18+ for smut below the cut (breeding kink)

airwiyolder!steve x fem!reader

He’d wake you up in the morning with soft kisses and bites between your thighs, waiting till your lashes flutter open before attaching his mouth to your cunt that’s already glistening for him. He takes your surprised gasp as encouragement when he licks into you, especially when your fingers tangle into his hair. The salt and pepper scruff in his jaw rubbing rough against the soft dough between your thighs when his fingers dig into your hips pulling you close as you fall over the edge for the first time today. Smirking when he lifts himself over your trembling body to press a soft kiss to your lips whispering “Happy Birthday, tough girl.”

He would already have ordered your favorite breakfast from your favorite bakery in the west loop, bringing it to you in bed with the first of three cheesy birthday cards (they are his favorite) always signed by him, Bandit and Molly. Breakfast would be followed by the kind of sex in the shower that has your back against the sliding glass door and your leg hooked over his hip. Foreheads pressed together, brows furrowing with every slow roll of his hips, jaw going slack as he watches himself get sucked back into the greedy velvet of your walls, losing himself when you tell him to cum inside. It was supposed to be your birthday.

A walk with the dogs down your favorite path along the lake takes up the rest of your afternoon , followed by lunch in your backyard where he tells you not to fuss over your new garden that’s starting to bloom when he hands you the second card with a wet kiss on the lips.

Your spend the early evening at the grocery store where he can’t seem to keep his hands off of you while the two of you shop for ingredients for him to cook your favorite dinner. Caging you in from behind while you push the cart, big hands on top of yours so you can’t escape. Whispering jokes and sweet nothings into your ear making you shiver every single time.

It’s lots of wine, rich foods and delicious cake at dinner and a third card that has you giggling harder than the rest of them. Dinner ends with the kind of sex that has you both babbling, love drunk off each others bodies. Dirty promises, that make you both shudder. He’d have you on your back, with one leg pushed up hooked over his shoulder getting deeper than you ever thought possible. The snap of his hips more determined, dark eyes covered by heavy lids as he looks down at the way he has you writhing underneath him. Nails scrape harsh red lines down his freckled back as you arch into him needing more despite it being impossible for him to give it. But when you mutter “Wanna make you a Dad Steve” with the kind of look in your eye that tells him you mean it, he loses all self control.

It was suppose to be your birthday.

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader

18+ a little happy birthday blurb for @loveshotzz 🧡

Steve’s breath was a ragged thing, gasping and ruined. “Honey, we’re gonna be late.”

You only hummed, leaning over the centre console of Steve’s car until the stick shift dug into the soft of your tummy. The awkward angle didn’t stop you from mouthing at Steve’s jawline, pressing dirty kisses to his throat, nose nudging into the space under his ear until the car lurched a little.

“Easy on the gas, Harrington,” you murmured. “You’ll put us into a ditch, never mind late.”

Steve huffed out a laugh but the sound got choked off as your hand ran up the length of his thigh, denim rippling under your fingertips until they were climbing over his crotch, the material tightening as he got harder with every passing minute.

“Nancy’s got a dinner planned,” he groaned, lips parting and cheeks turning rosy as you kept up your kisses, palming over the metal of his zipper. The road was quiet, thankfully, because Steve was crawling at fifteen miles under the speed limit. Hopper has been unfortunate enough to pull you both over too many times now. “Robin baked a cake,” he added weakly.

“And that’s very sweet of them,” you murmured. “We’ll get there, eventually. You don’t wanna pull over?”

You were being awful, touching and teasing and kissing and relishing in the way Steve breathed a little heavier when you slid back into your seat and let your skirt skin up your thighs.

“S’your birthday,” Steve tried to reason, but his gaze was flickering from the road ahead to the sight of your fingers pulling at your hem. “Baby. You’re gonna get me in trouble if I don’t get you there on time.”

You grinned, unbothered because knowing your friends, Eddie would be late, Jonathan would be scrambling for a new roll of film, Robin would’ve dropped something and Nancy would be cleaning it up.

“Exactly,” you pouted. Your fingers curled into the soft material of your skirt, hitching it upupup until you heard Steve swear. “I’m the birthday girl. Shouldn’t we be doing what I wanna do?”

Steve couldn’t bite back his smile and he conceded, nodding, the car slowing to a stop at a traffic light. “What does the birthday girl wanna do then, huh?”

You grinned back, taking the few seconds you had left as the light sat at red to curl your fingers between Steve’s. You tugged, gentle, guiding his hand to your bare leg and risking upwards, his knuckles bumping under your skirt until his fingers were pressed with yours against the seam of your cunt.

“You.”

Steve pulled over not even half a mile down the road, the car kicking up dirt as he crunched into a space between some trees, letting you pull him into the backseats with a litany of cursed. He said your name like a prayer, demanding that you lay back for him, greedy as he spread your legs and put his mouth on you. He hummed the tune of ‘happy birthday’ as he kissed across your thighs, licking at the lacy band of your underwear until you squealed and laughed at his nonsense.

The noise died when he tugged then aside, though, pressing open mouth kisses to your cunt, tongue licking across your clit, his big hands holding your hips and pinning you to the chair when you tried to buck up.

And if you were a little late, well, it was worth it.

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cuddles that turn to groping and giggling that turns into me getting pinned down and fucked silly

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concept: extremely sweet and caring guys that fuck you like an animal in heat

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i’m very normal about boys whining. very fucking normal.

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Judge: He’s responsible for killing children

Me: But your honor, he’s just so baby girl

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steve the kinda guy to try reverse cowgirl and get sad bc he can’t see ur face and make you switch to regular cowgirl bc hes cringey and missed u

i definitely don’t have this as an unfinished draft or anythin..

HEHEHE HE WOULD feel free to yoink from this babey! 18+ minors get off my lawn

Hands perched on his hairy thighs, your breath comes in sharp pants, working yourself up and down, fast as Steve will allow. Pleasure thrums low in your tummy. It’s warm in your bedroom, even with the window cracked a sliver. Lewd sounds squelch with every movement.

You’re don’t often try new positions like this but right now you feel hot. Even if it makes your thighs ache, you’re sure this must be one of Steve’s favourite ever vie—

“Wait,” Steve grunts from behind you. He’s propped up on some pillows, his big hands grabbing the flesh on your ass, controlling the pace. He holds your waist still. “Wait, wait, baby, hold on.” He murmurs.

You huff and peer over your shoulder. It’s cruel of him to make you stop, especially when you can feel how warm he is, his cock throbbing deep inside you. But when you look over his expression, he’s got this wrinkle in between his brows.

“What?” You say, suddenly worried. “What’s up?”

Steve sighs, his hand smoothing up and down your ass. “I can’t see your face like this,” He mumbles.

You guffaw a bit, entirely endeared by how serious he is. You shuffle forward and shift off him, awkwardly clambering off his lap— just to crowd into his face, pressing little kisses all over.

“Y’such a sap, you know that?” You say, voice all giddy. “You want me to turn around?”

Steve glows and blushes beneath the sudden attention, returning your kisses with a fervent affection. “Yes,” he gasps against your lips. “Yes, please.”

You smile and swing a leg over his lap again, straddling his thighs. You can’t stop kissing him though, hands cradling his jaw so gently, a bit overwhelmed with love.

“Such a sap.” You say again, grinning all the while.

“You love it.” Steve snarks back, eyes light and gorgeous smile gracing his face. He swallows your groan as you sink back onto him with a kiss.

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If Steve Harrington would like to lift me up into his arms and fuck me against the nearest hard surface, that’d be great.

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thinking about steve’s heavy balls. how they bump against your clit each time he has you bent over, and his cock is fucking into you so hard. making you whine even louder with each thrust.

how he loves to have you on your knees, running the peach-fuzzed sack across your face until they fall into your waiting mouth. you suck on the gently, his cock pressed against your face and smearing precum on your forehead and into your hair.

how he loves to cup them when he’s jacking off because you aren’t around to help him. his big rough hand rolling them around, pulling on them as he whines out your name.

“fuck- know exactly what i like. don’t you, princess?”

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as much as steve loves it when you ride his cock, he loves it even more when he’s on top of you, hands gripping at your waist. he'd never admit it, but this man was absolutely pussy-whipped for you. the way your cunt squeezed at his cock made it feel like you were sucking him back in every time he as much as pulled out even an inch.

your cunt was perfect, he truly believed it was made for him - to eat out, to finger, to fuck with his big cock, and most importantly, to dump his load of cum into every time. he blessed the day you told him he could fuck you raw. the condoms did no justice to you - he was always left feeling disappointed when he couldn't watch the way his cum spilled out of you, instead being trapped inside the useless latex.

in hindsight, he knows he needs to be more careful when fucking you, but he didn't find himself caring too much at this point. he loved watching the way his cock disappeared into your puffy cunt, lips spread around the thickness of his shaft in a way that drove him insane. your moans and whimpers spurred him on, the sharpness of his thrusts causing your tummy and thighs to jiggle from the force.

he would watch the way his thumb rubbed at your swollen clit, your tits spilling slightly to the sides before bouncing in time with his hurried thrusts, wanting to see your fingers grip onto your tits, fingers tugging at your pebbled nipples.

when he would give a particularly harsh thrust, you'd cry out 'steve!' or - his favorite, as of late - 'daddy!'. when that name would spill from your lips, he would renew his vigor, his thighs tensing, sweaty, hairy chest on display as he would grind his hips against yours, watching as your eyes rolled back when the position would help rub against your clit, signifying your incoming release. he never could last long, especially not with the way your cunt clamped around his aching cock and knew he would be cumming soon right after -

"that's it, baby. cum for daddy, you know you want to." he'd say to you, and that's when he would be able to enjoy his new favorite pastime, watching as his cum slowly trickled out of your spent cunt, staining his bedsheets, before ultimately shoving his cum back inside your sensitive cunt with his fingers. as much as he loved watching it flow out, he loved knowing it was inside you even more. <3