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clover - she/her - twenties

[aurapetals]

hi, all! my name is clover, and i'm in my late twenties. i've been in a bit of a dry spell with writing, taking a few years off, but now i'm back and getting back into the swing of things. i hope you enjoy my works, thank you for being here, and thank you for having me!

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☘︎ MASTERLIST

☘︎ RULES

love, clove.

[yummylavender-soap]

having his mouth pressed against my ear and moaning "good girl, good fucking girl" while he fucks me through my orgasm. bonus: him telling me to "take it", in time with his thrusts, as he fucks me through his orgasm... yeah give it to me please.

the horny hour has struck (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

[aurapetals]

cw: public sex-ish? praise, fucking in a hotel room, posessive!steve, jealous!steve, light choking, finger sucking, primal!steve, p in v unprotected, creamipie, dirty talk, proposal ending, and the whole kitchen sink!

steve has more money than he knows what to do with. his parents inheritance would cover the rest of his life, and then some.

he honestly wasn’t all that worked up when they passed away. they were young, but never around, leaving him nothing to mourn.

so when he’s got a fistful of your hair, tugging it so your head lulls back against his chest, you can tell he’s spent the money right.

he’d gotten you both a presidential suite at some uppity hotel for the night-a short pit stop on the way to visit dustin at school.

your tits are pressed against the glass window overlooking the city, the harmony of late night bar-goers chattering and the occasional honking woven into your moans.

“steve-” you whine his name coming out strangled. it only makes him fuck you harder. your bare tits have fogged up the window, leaving white frost against the glass.

his bicep wrenches around your sternum, his fingers squeezing into your throat. your jaw is fully slack, only held up by steve’s grip. his free hand is wrapped around your stomach, clenching onto your hip as he thrusts into you. “fuckin’ good girl.” he snarls, the breath of his praise ghosting the shell of your ear. “stupid-fuckin’-hick-” he groans, bottoming out into you, “tryna fuckin’ talk to my girl. this shit’s mine, you hear me?” he groans, and you feel helpless-only able to exchange currency in gasping moans. his grip has tightened, forcing more air out of your lungs every time you manage to inhale. “you’re mine. not some stupid fuckin’ rest stop pig’s.” he hisses, hips snapping impossibly fast against the fat of your flesh. you can’t even move the way you want to. you can barely write around. he has you pinned to the window, helpless as he sandwiches your body against his chest and the glass. your forehead ghosts it with more fog, barely able to see your reflection.

you see steve behind you, only a glimpse. his hair is loose and tousled, brows furrowed tightly. not with concentration; he knows how to work you. but with anger. jealousy.

“steve-” you try, but the second you open your mouth, he’s shoving two thick fingers into your mouth.

“fuck-” he groans, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. you gag softly, finally able to release more noise with his grip having departed from your throat. “fuck, baby.” he snarls, scissoring your tongue with his fingers. “spit.” he orders, and you oblige, drooling all over his fingers. “uh-huh,” he mocks, tsk-ing. “never gonna leave you. fuckin’ love you.” he says, sincerely. “you know that? c’mon, baby. try for stevie.” he coos, pulling his fingers from your mouth, running them along your lips to gloss them in saliva.

you don’t even know if you can form words at this point. but you know the answer in your head.

“never—” you mumble against his fingers, playing with your lips and tongue. “say it.” he orders, “wanna know what it feels like when you say you’re mine.”

your brain short-circuits.

“i’m-” you moan, feeling his cock fill you. stretch you. your walls grip to his cock, milking it desperately. “i’m yours, steve.” you babble, your spit dripping onto your tits as he feels the words against his fingers.

that’s all it takes.

“gonna fuckin make you my wife. gonna fuckin’ get you nice and full for me, yeah? make a little family, hm?” he poses, and you nod desperately. “s’all i want, steve-please-” you beg, “m’so—”

“close?” he finishes, adorned with his infamous chuckle. “i know, baby. know it better than you do.” he coos, nipping at the shell of your ear. “fuckin’ come. come on my fuckin’ cock.” he orders. “you com’inside.” you retort, and the noise he lets out is animalistic. primal.

he holds you tighter than he ever has, both of your breaths staggering as you focus on your release. you vision blurs, screaming his name as he pounds into you relentlessly, feeling yourself unravel on his cock. not long after, his cock is filling you up, releasing all the cum he has. his balls have ached until now.

your breaths are desperate and ragged, dragging against your dry throat as you both fight to return the air to your lungs. “i love you,” he says, spinning you around to face him. “and, uh, i know this is bad timing, but..” he clears his throat, i meant what i said. about making you my wife.” he says, and you soften.

“i know,” you say, a gentle grin. he cocoons you in his arms, overlooking the city with you, a stupid grin plastered on his face. you lift the diamond ring adorning your finger, both of you admiring it as he peers down over your shoulder.

“i do good?” he asks, rustling your hair with a grin.

“perfect.”

[aurapetals]

cw: makeout, spitting, thigh riding, praise, mean!steve if u squint!

steve is a messy kisser.

intentional, but sloppy.

his fingers threaded through your hair, tugging softly to lull your head back. granting him access earns a groan from him, his cock threatening to pulse out of his jeans, licking into your mouth. he earns soft moans from you, his grip on your hair more desperate. primal.

"c'mere," he breathes, "open."

you oblige, your tongue limply falling between parted lips, waiting for him to play with it. he squeezes your cheeks gently, barely brushing noses as he pulls back from you. he’s cocky tonight, and you know it. he knows how bad you need him.

his face goes mean-serious-pulling back just enough to spit in your mouth. his fingers ghost your flesh, dragging upwards from your knee, softly raking his nails along the inside of your thigh.

you clench around nothing, squirming as his tongue softly strokes against yours, collecting the saliva he’s deposited, feeling it travel between your tongues. his hand moves to hold your jaw, balancing it as he squeezes gently, holding you in place.

you’ve never heard the noises he’s making come out of him before.

his knee bumps between your legs, a silent invitation that you graciously accept. caged beneath him, he holds firm on your face, slowly nudging his knee against your core. mouth forced open, all you can do is sigh, though it forces itself out as a whimper.

“pretty baby.” he coos, barely audible. “such a pretty baby.” he continues, almost mockingly. his words send your brain into a frenzy, dizzied with lust as you attempt to push yourself down onto his thigh.

“this what you want?” he groans into your mouth, lifting his knee up firmly, knocking the head of it into your clit.

“fuck-!” you cry, everything clenching at once. you hear his chuckle as he moves his lips to the shell of your ear, humming softly. “like this?” he asks, large hands dragging down your side, resting firmly on your hips.

“steve-” you try, but it’s too late. the couch cushion envelops you deeper as he presses onto you, dragging your clothed pussy up and down his thigh.

“so fuckin’ desperate.” he manages, though it expels from him out as a strangled moan.

“please-” you beg, his hands quickening their pace. you feel helpless-the agonizing torture of your pulsing clit dragging along the firm denim, clinging to his muscles buried beneath.

“s’okay, sweetheart. know you’re close.” he replies, pulling back to look at you. when he does, his lips are glossy, pupils blown wide at the sight of you. you’re not sure how it’s humanly possible to move you at the speed he is right now, but it’s steve. it’s like he was built for you.

you fall limp beneath him, your breathing staggered. “there you go, honey. let go.” he demands, and like clockwork, you unravel beneath him. your hands fly upwards, desperately clawing at his biceps, those of which are pulsed and tight, using all of his strength to make sure you come for him.

“steve-!” you cry, feeling your panties soak, the stickiness of your release soothing your puffy clit. steve envelops you in his arms, pulling you upwards into his lap, cradling you as he presses soft-quick kisses to your lips.

“did so good,” he coos, “missed me today, huh?” he grins, brushing the strands of hair that cling to your face. you nod dumbly, a soft grin and exhale expelling from you. “always do,” you reply, his fingers searching for yours before intertwining them.

“never gonna have to miss me. always yours.” he replies, sure. certain. “you’re never leavin’ me, and i’m never leavin’ you. you hear me?” he continues, and you know he’s serious.

“never.” you reply with a grin.

he mirrors your expression, swooping you up to carry you upstairs.“good.”

[aurapetals]

cw: makeout, friends to lovers, mutual pining, afab!reader, dirty in public, a touch of jealousy (we're eating good!) teasing <3

eddie looks at you with stars in his eyes, both of you firmly cupping the other's face. both of your lips are parted, desperately inhaling the air you've not realized you're lacking.

"what?" you ask, the question riding on the expelled breath you've just managed to take, leaving as quickly as it came.

eddie's jaw tightens with restraint, palm frozen in place on your cheek.

"i said, "i love you."' he repeats, his tongue gently pressing against the inside of his cheek, desperately trying to fight the coy grin that succeeds in drawing up his lips. it feels like the air has been punched from your lungs, and you can barely manage a nod.

"say it again."

"i love you." he breathes, his restraint finally fading into oblivion. his body takes control before his mind does. slowly-but surely-his thumb begins to run along your cheek.

"i love you." he repeats, and you nod, his metal rings working in tandem with the chill of the brick alleyway wall pressed against your bare back, revealing goosebumps that slowly scatter across your flesh.

you're not sure why you can't reply, but you can't breathe, either.

the amount of time that you've waited for this is insufferably long.

now that you've heard the confession, you're not sure how you managed to go so long without it.

his eyes search for any doubt in yours. reasonably so, because you feel your face dumbfounded, but desperate. clinging to every word he says.

eddie's knee bumps along your own, a slow invitation which you allow him to have, his thigh resting against your clothed core. his knee balances you, and he tucks your hair behind your ear.

both of you are dumb-stricken, that all-too familiar warmth nestling in the pit of your stomach. the same one that burrowed when he looked at you, when your hands brushed against one another in the crowded harrington living room during parties, and when he just..was.

he closes the space between you now, slowly leaning in to you.

"say something." he coos, his nose brushing against yours, nudging it gently-teasing-waiting to kiss you.

"i love you." you breathe, and you feel him physically tense up.

"say it again."

"i love you."

the groan that leaves him is primal-gutteral.

his free hand immediately flies up to catch your other cheek, metal rings pressing into the plush of your face, inevitably parting your lips farther. his tongue brushes gently into your mouth, just behind your top teeth at the roof of your mouth. it earns a moan from you, the silent invitation accepted.

your lips desperately knead at the others, cherried and puffy from how hard you're kissing him.

every time you pull back, it's only to allow yourselves a millisecond-and that's being generous-to suck in as much air as you can before your lips are on each other again. and then he's slow. fingers threading through your hair, starting at the base of your neck-raking up along your scalp before tugging gently.

"eddie-" you moan, head lulling back against the wall behind you.

"that's me, sugar." he breathes, raspy. heated. he's nearly snarling the words before his lips latch to your throat, and your knees buckle beneath you, falling onto his expertly placed knee from just moments ago.

his mouth is vicious on you, and you can hear him sucking against the soft crook of your neck. "eddie-" you gasp. you're positive your heart is going to physically beat out of your chest. it's so much all at once. his free hand is holding your jaw, turning it slightly to allow himself more room.

your body grants him permission.

you can feel him groaning before you hear it, the vibrations intruding against your pulse. he drags his lips up to the shell of your ear, hot breath making you shudder.

"knew you wanted it." he coos, cold knuckles brushing against the warmth of your skin as he toys with the bottom of your shirt. it's your favorite cami-a sage green with white lace trim, the weight of his leather jacket cocooning you.

"eddie-" you squirm beneath his touch, desperate for him to touch you. take you.

"knew you loved me." he continues, fingers hooked under the hem of your shirt, sliding, but not going anywhere. "how i love you." he concludes.

"be mine." he breathes, his nose brushing against your jawline, and you shudder, eyes fluttering closed. he pulls back to look at you, forcing both of you to look each other in the eye, whatever your answer may be.

"already am. always have been." you slur, lust hazing your senses.

"for real, sweetheart." he presses. he needs consent, not a fantasy.

"i'm yours. i wanna be yours," you reply, a whine catching just the end of your sentence.

that grin perks up again, gently spreading as he looks at you.

"not gonna make you beg for it, sweetheart. 've wanted it for so long." he confesses, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"really?" you reply, and he gazes down into your eyes.

"always."

[aurapetals]

MASTERLIST

STEVE HARRINGTON

EDDIE MUNSON