#ivy.nsfw

[inkluvs]

okay so there are those kits where you can make a mold of your dick so you can make a dildo out of it. eddie would definitely make you a dildo of his dick and gift it to you for a birthday or smth

okay. so. i’ve been staring at this for a while and trying to form a coherent thought and this is what i came up with. also @taintedcigs proofread this <3 <3

omg imagine he puts the dildo in a pretty little box and you’re opening all the presents you’ve gotten and you go to open that one and eddie’s like. let’s maybe open that one later yeah? and you’re like. 🤨🤨🤨. but you say okay anyways and carry on but obv that voice in your head is wondering what it could possibly be. like you’re trying to remember the weight of the box in your hand and trying to match it up to anything eddie might have mentioned ever. but you have no luck <//3 so instead as soon as the last person leaves you run to find the pink box where you’d left it, only to realize eddie’d taken it with him to your room, an easy smile on his lips as he handed it you, “open it babe” and so you do, and your eyes widen as soon as you see the silicon of the dildo, pulling it out and staring at it, speechless until you start to gather the similarities. the slight bump on the underside of the silicone that would've been the prominent vain on eddie's cock, the way it curved ever so slightly, the same way as his. in fact the more you turned it around in your hands the more there seemed to be similarities between the silicone and eddie’s cock. “can i?” you tug at the waistband of his jeans and he nods enthusiastically. you pull his cock out and stare at it for a moment, your eyes flicking back and forth between the toy and him before smiling, “they’re the same” “mhm” “you made this?” “yeah,” “d’you wanna use it?”

15 minutes later you find yourself whimpering and whining at the hands of eddie, your slick coating the pink silicone and leaking onto eddie’s hand <3 <3

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Poison Ivy.nsfw optional., by Axsens: http://axsens.deviantart.com/art/Poison-Ivy-nsfw-optional-680778445

[jessisnostalgi]

Poison Ivy.nsfw optional. by Axsens

[inkluvs]

easy, easy

a/n: this was one of my favorite blurbs so it seems appropriate for it to be the second i repost <3 originally posted a few weeks ago on my old blog, and i believe @stevenose / @skullrock requested this? oh!! and @forevermoreharrington n @ghostlyfleur betaed the original i think? <3 (0.4k)

cw: smut. nsfw. oral(fem recieving). he calls r honey a bunch of times sorry <3

steve harrington x fem! reader

Steve’s palms were firm on the pliant flesh of your thighs, holding your legs still as his lips pressed into your legs. He was insatiable, the way his mouth left behind marks that toed the line between pain and pleasure. His tongue smoothed over the purpling skin to soothe it.

“you’re teasing,” you accused. It took Steve a moment to register what you were saying, the boy too wrapped up in the comfort he found in between your legs.

“‘m not,” he whined. He wasn’t trying to, is what he meant. He was just trying to love on you, and it wasn’t his fault his brain short-circuited when he saw your thighs. Especially then since the weather was getting warmer and you’d started wearing dresses and skirts more often. It was funny, you thought, that despite the years he’d been with you his breath still seemed to hitch when he caught sight of you in those shorts. The way his hands were on you immediately, pushing you onto the nearest surface and crouching down so he was eye level with your cunt. You wouldn’t dare complain of course, as every time you enjoyed it thoroughly, there was just something about seeing Steve be so desperate he’d bend you over any surface, which, in this case, was the piano he had in his living room.

“you’re not?” He shook his head. 

“I was gonna get there,” the words were rushed and toppled over one another as he mumbled them against your heated skin. He did as he promised, his lips slowly making their way to the sticky skin beside your cunt. You canted your hips forward in response to the contact and Steve smiled.

“easy, easy” he pressed his lips to your clit, “‘ve got you honey I know,”

He pressed his tongue to your folds and groaned, the taste of your arousal enough to make him dizzy no matter how many times he pushed his face in between your thighs. He could never get enough of you. His tongue was teasing, darting between your sensitive clit and your cunt, slipping into you every so often to pull a whine from the back of your throat.

“Oh, honey,” the low vibrations from his voice reverberated through your body and went straight to your core, your back arching on the wood of the instrument.

“there you go,” his middle two fingers slipped into you, the pads of them pressing against a part that had you seeing stars. His name tumbled past the barrier of your lips and Steve swore he was in heaven, your soft whine of his name music to his ears.

“shit, Steve,” his eyes snapped to yours, “please,”

“tell me what you want 

“More,” your breath hitched in your throat when his thumb grazed your slit, “I need more.”

His fingers sped up inside you and his tongue delved into your cunt every so often, pulling a needy groan from the bottom of Steve’s throat as he pulled you closer and closer to your high. 

“Let go for me baby,” he whispered into your pussy. And who were you to deprive him of such a privilege?

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[inkluvs]

dancing in a snowglobe - s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

a/n: originally posted on april 11th || (original a/n) i'm posting this before i can start overthinking it sooo yeah <3 also @forevermoreharrington , @sweetbabygirlsworld , @mothymunson , @livingintheupsidedown , and @crappymixtape all proof read parts of it <3 || (1.9k)

warnings: eventual smut. kissing. petnames(baby ; honey ; etc).

summary: you're snowed in with steve. friends to lovers (1.9k)

A pale stream of sunlight poured in through the window leaving you disoriented as you stirred awake. Last time you checked you didn’t have a window adjacent to your bed, nor was it usually this warm in the morning. You thought back to the previous night and the only thing you could recollect was an all-consuming ringing in your ears. Unable to recall anything of substance, you pushed the covers down and sat up slowly, swinging your legs over the side when you were sure you wouldn’t get dizzy. Your eyes focused on the walls painted a mint green color, and what had happened last night seemed to finally click in your mind. You’d fallen asleep at Steve’s last night, the alcohol you’d consumed leaving you unable to drive home, though you didn’t remember falling asleep in that bedroom.

The walls in the hallway were gray with white trimming along the top. The house seemed oddly unlike him, the only signs that he’d even lived there being the scratches on the wall that he’d undoubtedly made as a child. There were windows on either side of the hallway with beige curtains pulled to the side. You looked out the window to see your car parked in the driveway and the road covered in snow.

It’s snowing. How did you fail to notice that before? Was that on the forecast? You pushed that thought away for a few minutes, opting to worry about that later.

Steve was already downstairs, the smell of his cooking making its way up the stairs along with the soft crackle of the fireplace. He turned down the stove at the sound of your footsteps, turning around to face you a moment later. 

“D’you sleep okay?” 

Somehow, Steve seemed softer in the mornings, his old t-shirt not quite covering his tummy as he reached over to grab a plate.

“Yeah,” you paused, “I don't remember falling asleep there though.” Steve stayed quiet for a minute, like a child who’d done something wrong and had been caught in the process. You’d assumed that you’d fallen asleep there and forgotten but something about the way Steve was looking at you, his honey-brown eyes twinkling with fondness, made you change your mind.

“I carried you there,” he said softly, “is that okay? thought you wouldn’t want to sleep on the couch and I didn’t wanna wake you up…” You nodded with a smile and he seemed to deflate with relief.

“d’you wanna eat anything?” You nodded again and he smiled, flipping the pancake on the stove before putting it on the plate. He handed you the plate and you sat down, watching Steve move around the kitchen with a smile. For a second you let yourself indulge in the domesticity of that moment, let yourself believe that this was more than what it was, your friend doing a nice thing for you.

Do friends do this for one another?

You ignored the thought, grabbing syrup and pouring it on the pancakes before grabbing your silverware. Steve joined you a few minutes later, setting down his plate and a plate of sliced fruit before he sat down. His eyebrows puckered once he noticed you hadn’t started yet.

“You didn’t have to wait for me babe,” he frowned. You didn’t know why, but your heart swelled at the nickname. Maybe it was the ease with which it fell from his tongue. The way it came so easily to him to treat you like something delicate and fragile. It was the way you felt yourself melting at the word.

“I wanted to,” you paused, “it felt wrong to start without you.”

In complete honesty, you’d gotten distracted watching him. Trying to memorize every little habit of his in the morning to make the moment last longer. Something about him had you completely and utterly bewitched. The way he would hum softly to the record he had playing in the background soothing you.

You ate in silence for a few minutes, both of you looking up every so often only to see the other doing the same. The only thing you could hear was the scraping of cutlery against ceramic plates. Steve was the one who penetrated the silence, the scrape of his chair legs against the ground making him wince as he stood up. You followed suit a few minutes after, setting your plate and utensils in the sink before washing your hands.

“it’s snowing” He regretted the words as soon as they fell from his lips. You didn’t give him much time to mull it over though, relieved that he’d been the one to start a conversation as you nodded.

“It’s pretty,”

He smiled. 

“You think?”

“Almost distracts you from the fact that you’re snowed in.” 

It was true. Somehow he’d gotten through breakfast and the majority of this conversation without thinking about that. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to spend time with you, he did. In fact, he’d dreamed about having a morning similar to this one with you for a while. But all Steve could think about was how right it felt to see you in his kitchen. To see you leaning against the counter as you messed with the hem of your shirt. He tore his eyes away from yours and you did the same, somehow able to sense the nature of his thoughts. Unable to continue the conversation, Steve excused himself to clean, which. in his mind, wasn’t a lie. The kitchen was a mess from last night. So much so that you couldn’t believe you didn’t notice it earlier. You stood there for a few moments before following, deciding that he would need your help considering the state of his house.

By the time you were finished, the both of you were exhausted. The dust that was stirred up made Steve sneeze, and still, he insisted on taking the vacuum cleaner from you, insisting that you’d already done enough. You know he didn't have any ill intentions in doing so, in fact, you couldn’t help but daydream about that moment.

Your back is pressed against his torso, and the warmth from his skin was seeping into yours through your shirt as he whispered to you, “Honey, you know you don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you said simply. You could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke softly. 

“You've done lots already, let me help,” It was a sort of back and forth, a dance with one hand tied behind your back as the both of you refused to acknowledge what was obviously there. At some point you let him have it, turning around to face him only to realize you’d overestimated the distance between the both of you. Your breath hitched and for a moment, so short that you thought you imagined it, you could see a flicker of want in his eyes. He stood there, his gaze lingering just a second too long on your lips before he swallowed and he stepped back to give you space.

He’d wanted to kiss you and you knew it. You could see it in the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallowed. Could feel it in the way his heartbeat had quickened when your chest was pressed against his. And all you could think was why? Why didn’t he kiss you? Why did he ask if you wanted to share his bed? Why had you agreed? Granted he could see you shivering and this is something that you’d wanted forever but it didn't stop you from wondering.

“what’s on your mind?” His voice was soft, so soft, sweet even. His palm was flat against your back, leaving little room between the two of you as his scent, the faint smell of hairspray, consumed your senses. You couldn’t help but wonder how. How he could lay next to you and pretend nothing had happened. Have the warmth of his body seeping into your skin and be okay.

“Can I ask you something?”

“you just did babe,” a childlike smile made its way onto his lips. You fought the urge to mirror it.

“Steve you know what I meant,”

“You can ask me whatever you want, sweet.”

“Why didn’t you kiss me earlier?” you wondered, “we both wanted to so why didn’t you?”

“oh honey, I—” Your chest ached at the endearment.

“And why do you keep calling me that if you don’t want me?”

“What made you think I don’t want you?” 

“Steve–”

“I want you babe, I’ve been wanting you, so much it hurts. As for your other question, I got scared.”  

His voice got quiet, as if he were ashamed to admit it. Years later he’d explain to you that it all felt more real as he said the last word. Like the entire conversation had been a dream and he’d only now come to realize that the rise and fall of your chest underneath his palm was real. Nonetheless, you went quiet at his words, rewriting the situation in your mind according to the new piece of information you’d gotten.

“You got scared?”

“Mhm”

“you scared now?” he shook his head and you smiled, “then what's stopping you”

His lips were featherlight against yours, one hand holding your jaw like you were something delicate and fragile. Like you would shatter in his hands. It was all-consuming and barely there at the same time and you couldn’t help wanting more.

“Steve,” you pulled away for a second and he pouted at the loss of you, “More, please.”

“You sure?” 

You nodded.

“Words baby I need words.”

“Please, I need you,” That seemed to be good enough for him as his thumb dipped under the waistband of your shorts. The sound that you let out was soft and high-pitched, something between a gasp and a moan when his thumb met your clit.

“That’s cute,” he paused, “do that again for me ‘kay?”

He slotted one of his legs between yours before slipping one of his fingers into you. Your breath hitched in your throat and Steve smiled. It was all a haze, the feel of his skin against yours making you dizzy

“This okay?” He pushed another inside you, the slight stretch making you whimper as it toed the line between pain and pleasure.

“mhm,” He pumped his fingers into you lazily, your slick leaking on his hands and wrist. He had his fingers curled to hit that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. 

“Steve” you cried. His mouth fell open at your words, and he swore he’d died and gone to heaven. He quickened the pace of his fingers, and you clenched around him, becoming increasingly desperate for your release.

“God you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting this,” It was lewd really, the way Steve talked to you. The way you could feel his smile against your neck at every little sound you made. The way you could feel his hard cock twitch against your back. The knot in your tummy seemed to tighten as your walls did the same around his fingers.

“That’s it,” his voice was low, the words whispered against the column of your throat, “cum for me honey I know you can.” A mixture of whimpers and whines and his name tumbled past your lips as Steve coaxed you through your orgasm.

“You’re so pretty baby” he mumbled, “you think you can do that again?”

#ivy is writing ! #ivy.nsfw #steve harrington (ivy’s version) #steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington concepts #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #stluvs

[inkluvs]

i had this dream and, fuck

a/n: uhmmm i think @sp1rit-realm might have requested this? not sure <//3 anyways this was posted originally back in january i think (0.3k)

cw: suggestive !! no real smut. pet names.

remus lupin x fem! reader

“what’s got you all worked up?“ you whispered, glancing down at the visible bulge in his shorts before flicking your eyes back to his for an answer. The genuine curiosity in your voice drove him crazy; The way your eyes widened and your thighs pressed together in anticipation when he described the memories to you had him thinking downright dirty thoughts.

“I had this dream and, fuck-“ Remus was palming at the bulge in his shorts now, trying to find some relief for his aching hard cock, “you couldn’t keep your hands off of me.“ Your eyes widened at the prospect of the dream. The way Remus seemed to lose composure at the mere memory of it had your thoughts racing, your mind filled with images of Remus reciprocating your desire for him with the same intensity and want he had described to you a few moments ago. 

“D’you wanna do something about it?“ you asked suddenly. Apparently, Remus was also lost in his thoughts because he seemed surprised at your blunt interjection. He was still tugging at his cock, sucking his air through his teeth as he grazed the tip before he noticed your eyes following his hand's movements.

“You want something, baby?“ His adoration for you seemed to grow once he noticed your focus on his cock before repeating his question while reaching for your face and pulling your lips into an exaggerated pout. You nod before looking up at him. Remus seemed to sense your raw desire for him from the way your pupils seemed more prominent as you stared at him and something about knowing how badly you needed him made his desire for you even stronger. He pouted, mocking you playfully before patting your cheek.

“C’mon baby put those pretty lips of yours to use,“

#ivy is writing ! #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin smut #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin (ivy's version) #ivy.nsfw #marauderluvs

[inkluvs]

i asked wrong 😭

mid july - “one muse gives the other oral while they drive” with steve?

nonnie baby i’m gen so sorry this took so long i forgot i had this in my drafts </3 tw: smut (18+)

steve harrington x reader

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Steve’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight as you pressed your lips against his cock. It wasn’t often he let you do this, caring too much about driving safely to let you hinder his capabilities temporarily, but, god, if he didn’t enjoy himself when you do.

Your eyes were shut as you leaned over the center console, enjoying yourself just as much as he was. Steve thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Your tongue darted out to trail over a vein on the underside of him and he whined, a strangled noise as he tried to find the nearest exit.

“Stop fuckin’ teasin’ babe,” His fingers tangled themselves into your hair strands, the heel of his palm on the wheel.

“Wouldn’t wanna distract you, now, would I?” Your eyes were wide, faux-innocence coating your tone.

“I swear,” he cursed, his voice high and pretty as his hips lifted off the seat. “You’re tryin’ to kill me.”

“You tellin’ me to stop, Harrington?” You wrapped your lips around the head at that, dragging your tongue over the slit. Your hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently when he failed to respond.

His lips parted in a silent moan, tugging slightly at your hair.

“Shit—, never.” He groaned, low and throaty.

“Gonna sleep good tonight huh, honey? All you needed was a mouth on this cock?”

“Gonna sleep,” He paused, his eyes screwing shut, “So good. Best way to go.”

#heart luc for conving me to post this #ivy’s inbox 💌 #anon <3 #{ivy's summer celly} #ivy is writing ! #event.midjuly #ivy.nsfw #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington concept #steve harrington x you #stranger things #steve harrington stranger things

[inkluvs]

stay still babe 've got you

a/n: if i remember correctly this was my most popular blurb before i deleted my old blog, + i really love it so it feels appropriate for it to be the first thing i repost. oh and i think @bimbobaggins69 and @forevermoreharrington betaed the original ?? idk love them though <3 originally posted a week or two ago? and requested by anon (0.3k)

cw: pet names . suggestive .

Eddie’s thumb dragged across your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth, the pad of his finger resting on your tongue. Your tongue swirled around his finger and he groaned lowly.

“pretty baby,” he whispered, pulling his thumb from your mouth and your lip down ever so slightly, letting it plop back into place before pushing your lips together. The beginning of a whine was bubbling in the back of your throat and Eddie’s lips twitched as he fought a smile. You were cute like this, he thought, he hadn’t even touched you and you were all pathetic for him. For a moment all you could think about was Eddie’s spit slicked fingers on your cheek, the way the smallest of touches had your skin burning, but then he kissed you, and god did it feel like electricity.

“all stupid for me and i haven’t even done anything yet,”

The whine you’d been holding back fell from your lips at his words and he smiled. It was almost like he was mocking you — not almost, he was. And somehow that made you feel dizzy as your mind reeled with the new revelation. Eddie, in the way that he always did, picked up on your train of thought almost immediately.

“you enjoy this, don't you?” A little whimper of his name fell from your tongue, soft and breathy when it reached his ears. Your lack of response seemed to only spur him on. “you like being treated like the stupid thing you are?” The question was rhetorical but you nodded anyway and he laughed. He shifted off of you for just a moment to unbuckle his belt, straddling you again a few moments later.

He searched your eyes for any sliver of discomfort before whispering, “stay still babe ‘ve got you.”

#ivy is writing ! #eddie munson #eddie munson (ivy’s version) #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #ivy.nsfw #stluvs

[inkluvs]

tbh if someone fucked me stupid i would not be overthinking like this

#applications r being accepted #i’m soo scared somebodies mad at me rn #n i want to ask #but it feels #dumb #lmfao #ivy.nsfw #vent