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[bellabuckley]

blood thirsty bastard

warnings: vampire au, steve harrington x fem reader, dom steve, heavy smut, explicit sexual content, rough sex, biting, blood drinking, blood kink, public sex, oral sex, face fucking, spanking, choking, possessiveness, slight dubcon, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, nsfw

The night air in Hawkins carried a chill that seeped through your jacket as you walked the empty back roads toward your apartment. Streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows that danced across cracked sidewalks. You had stayed late at the video store again, sorting tapes until your fingers ached. Steve Harrington had been there earlier, his usual charming grin a little sharper tonight, his eyes lingering on you longer than usual.

You had known Steve for years. King Steve, the guy every girl wanted. But something had changed in him lately. He moved differently, quieter, more predatory. Rumors swirled about his disappearance for a few weeks last summer, but he came back hotter, stronger, and somehow more dangerous. You tried not to think about it. Until tonight.

A figure stepped out from the alley ahead. Tall, broad shoulders, that signature hair perfectly tousled even in the wind. Steve.

"Out late again?" His voice was low, smooth like velvet over steel. He stepped closer, and the moonlight caught his face. His eyes gleamed with an unnatural hunger.

"Steve," you breathed, stopping short. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you." He closed the distance in two strides, his hand cupping your jaw. His skin was cool to the touch. "You smell too good to ignore anymore."

Before you could respond, his mouth crashed down on yours. The kiss was demanding, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim you. You melted into it, hands fisting in his jacket. He tasted like mint and something darker, metallic. When he pulled back, his lips were stained red.

"You're mine tonight," he growled against your ear. His breath was cold. "No running. No fighting it."

He didn't wait for permission. Steve scooped you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you into the shadows. In seconds, he had you pinned against the brick wall of an abandoned building, the rough surface scraping your back through your shirt. His hips ground into yours, letting you feel how hard he already was.

"Steve, wait," you gasped, but your body betrayed you, arching into him.

"No." His voice dropped an octave, dominant and final. "You've been teasing me for weeks with those little skirts and that sweet neck on display. I'm done waiting."

His fangs grazed your throat. Not a bite yet, just a promise. Sharp points dragged over your pulse, sending shivers straight to your core. You whimpered, fingers threading through his hair. He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin.

"Good girl. Let me hear you."

He ripped your jacket open, buttons flying. Cold air hit your breasts as he yanked your shirt down, exposing you. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand palmed the other. Teeth scraped sensitive flesh, and you cried out, hips bucking against the thick bulge in his jeans.

Steve dropped to his knees, shoving your skirt up around your waist. He tore your panties aside with one sharp tug. No gentleness. Just raw need. His tongue dove between your folds, licking a broad stripe from entrance to clit. You moaned loudly, head falling back against the brick.

"Fuck, you taste even better than you smell," he murmured, voice muffled. Two fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling instantly to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. He sucked your clit into his mouth, fangs lightly scraping the swollen bud. The mix of pleasure and faint danger made you clench hard around his fingers.

"Steve, oh god," you panted.

He added a third finger, stretching you, pumping faster. His free hand gripped your thigh, holding you open for him. You came suddenly, thighs shaking as waves crashed over you. He didn't stop, licking you through it until you were oversensitive and twitching.

When he stood, his chin glistened with your arousal. He wiped it with the back of his hand, then grabbed your wrist and pressed your palm against his cock.

"Feel what you do to me."

You squeezed the thick length through his jeans. He groaned, eyes flashing red for a moment. In a blur, he had you on the ground on your jacket, him above you. He freed himself, cock springing out heavy and leaking. It was bigger than you expected, veins pulsing under pale skin.

"Open," he commanded.

You obeyed, lips parting. Steve thrust into your mouth, not giving you time to adjust. He hit the back of your throat, making you gag. Tears pricked your eyes but you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks. His hand fisted in your hair, controlling the pace.

"That's it. Take my cock like a good little slut."

He fucked your face with deep, steady strokes, balls slapping your chin. Saliva dripped down your neck. Just when your jaw started to ache, he pulled out and flipped you onto your hands and knees.

Ass up, face down in the dirt. Exposed. Vulnerable. Perfect for him.

He lined up and slammed into you in one brutal thrust. You screamed at the stretch, walls fluttering around his girth. Steve didn't pause. He pounded into you, hips snapping with vampire strength. Each thrust drove you forward, your breasts swinging.

"Mine," he snarled, hand cracking across your ass. The sting bloomed into heat. "This pussy belongs to me now."

Another spank. Harder. You pushed back to meet him, desperate for more. His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles while he railed you. The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the alley.

"Bite me," you begged, voice hoarse.

Steve leaned over your back, chest to your spine. His rhythm never faltered. "Beg better."

"Please, Steve. Bite me. Make me yours."

His fangs sank into your shoulder. Sharp pain flashed, then pure ecstasy flooded your veins. He drank deeply, thrusts growing erratic. Blood trickled down your arm as he moaned against your skin, the vibrations sending you over the edge again. Your second orgasm ripped through you, pussy clamping down on his cock like a vice.

He pulled his fangs free with a wet pop, licking the wound closed. Then he gripped your hips with both hands and fucked you through it, chasing his own release. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and came. Hot spurts filled you, spilling out around his cock as he kept pumping.

You collapsed forward, spent. Steve stayed inside you, softening slowly. He rolled you both onto your sides, spooning you from behind. His arms wrapped around your waist possessively.

"Not done with you yet," he whispered, lips brushing your ear. "We're going back to my place. I want you in my bed, spread open for hours."

He cleaned you up with surprising care, using his torn shirt to wipe away the mess. Then he lifted you again, carrying you through the night like you weighed nothing. His house was dark when you arrived. He took you straight to his room, laying you on silk sheets that felt cool against your heated skin.

Steve stripped fully this time, revealing every toned inch of his body. Moonlight through the window highlighted the faint scars on his torso, remnants of whatever turned him. He crawled over you, caging you in.

"Hands above your head. Don't move them."

You obeyed instantly. He rewarded you by kissing down your body, slow and teasing now. His tongue traced patterns on your stomach, dipped into your navel, then lower. He ate you out again, lazy and thorough, until you were dripping and begging.

Only then did he slide back inside you. This time he went slow, savoring every inch. His eyes locked on yours, glowing faintly.

"Look at me while I fuck you."

You held his gaze as he rocked into you, deep and deliberate. One hand pinned your wrists, the other wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you lightheaded. The dominance sent fresh arousal flooding through you.

He flipped you onto your back again, legs over his shoulders. The new angle let him hit impossibly deeper. You came a third time, vision whiting out. Steve followed soon after, filling you once more.

Hours passed in a haze of bodies and bites. He took you against the wall, bent over his dresser, in the shower where water ran pink with diluted blood. Each time he was in control, commanding your pleasure, drawing it out until you sobbed his name.

By the time dawn approached, you lay exhausted in his arms. Fresh bite marks decorated your thighs, breasts, and neck. They throbbed pleasantly.

Steve stroked your hair, his usual cocky smirk back in place but softer now. "You're staying here. With me. My blood runs in you now. No one else touches what's mine."

You nodded, too tired to argue, too satisfied to want to. His cool body pressed against your back as sleep claimed you both.

The next night, you woke to his mouth between your legs again. Round two had just begun.

[bellabuckley]

Hiii!! I just wanted to say I really reallyyy love your writing.

If you can, a shy little awkward Eddie Munson would be amazing ദ്ദി・ᴗ・)✧

explicit smut, nsfw 18+, virgin inexperienced eddie munson, shy awkward vocal eddie, bold dominant female reader, oral sex (m & f receiving), face sitting, fingering, handjob, p in v sex, praise kink, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, strong language, slight power dynamic, consensual sex

You’d been circling Eddie Munson like a shark for weeks

It started innocently enough. You bumped into him at the record store in Hawkins where he was muttering to himself over a stack of Metallica imports. You boldly plucked the cassette from his hands, declared it “mid,” and handed him a better one. His cheeks had gone scarlet. He stammered a thank you, eyes darting everywhere except your face, and scurried out like a startled rabbit.

You liked that. A lot.

Eddie Munson: Dungeon Master, metalhead, town freak. Tall, lanky, wild curls, big brown eyes that hid behind a curtain of hair whenever anyone looked at him too long. Shy in a way that made your stomach flip. Awkward, stuttering, the kind of guy who tripped over his own feet when a pretty girl smiled at him. And you were very pretty, and very forward.

Tonight, you’d had enough of waiting.

The trailer park was quiet under a bruised-purple sky. You knocked on the door of Eddie’s trailer with two six-packs of beer and a joint already rolled. Wayne’s truck was gone. He was on night shift. Perfect.

Eddie opened the door in a faded Black Sabbath tee and plaid pajama pants. His hair was a mess like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. His eyes widened comically when he saw you.

“Hey… uh… you… you’re here,” he squeaked, voice cracking. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I mean, hi. What’s up?”

You grinned, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “Bored. Thought you might be too. Beer?”

He blinked rapidly, then nodded so hard his curls bounced. “Yeah. Beer’s good. Great. Excellent choice.”

You set the packs on the tiny kitchen counter and cracked two open, handing him one. He took it with shaking fingers, nearly spilling it. You watched him gulp half the can in one go, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Eddie,” you said, voice low and teasing as you stepped closer. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

His face went nuclear. “I’m not. I mean, I’m always kinda… this is normal. For me. Normal Eddie behavior.”

You laughed softly and reached up, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. He froze like a deer in headlights, breath hitching audibly.

“You know I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, right?” you murmured.

His mouth opened, closed, opened again. “You… what? No. No way. You’re like… you. And I’m… me. That doesn’t compute.”

You took the beer from his hand, set it down, and backed him up against the counter. “It computes just fine. I like shy boys. Especially when they look like you.”

Eddie made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. His hands hovered uselessly in the air, unsure where to land. You solved that for him, grabbing his wrists and placing his palms on your waist.

“Touch me, Eddie. I won’t break.”

His fingers flexed against your sides like he was testing if you were real. You leaned in and kissed him.

It was clumsy at first. He gasped against your mouth, then melted, lips soft and tentative. You took the lead, tilting your head, deepening it until he whimpered and clutched your shirt like a lifeline. His tongue brushed yours shyly. You encouraged him with a soft moan.

When you pulled back for air, his pupils were blown wide, lips shiny and parted.

“Bedroom?” you asked.

He nodded frantically. “Yeah. Yes. Please.”

You took his hand and led him down the narrow hallway. His room was exactly as you’d imagined: posters everywhere, guitar on a stand, D&D notes scattered across the desk, unmade bed with dark sheets. It smelled like him, cigarettes, cologne, and something faintly metallic.

You pushed him gently onto the bed. Eddie landed with an “oof,” staring up at you like you’d hung the moon.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he whispered, awe in his voice. “I keep thinking I’m gonna wake up.”

You stripped off your shirt slowly, watching his reaction. His eyes tracked every inch of exposed skin, mouth falling open. When your bra followed, he made a helpless sound and sat up on his elbows.

“Can I…?” He gestured vaguely at your chest, cheeks flaming.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him. “You can do whatever you want, baby.”

Eddie’s hands shook as he cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples experimentally. When you arched into his touch and moaned, he gained a tiny bit of confidence, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses across your collarbone. His curls tickled your skin. You threaded your fingers through them, guiding his mouth lower until he latched onto a nipple, sucking gently.

“Fuck, Eddie. Yes, like that.”

He hummed, the vibration sending sparks down your spine. One hand stayed on your breast while the other slid down your back, hesitant. You rocked your hips against the growing bulge in his pajama pants, and he choked on a groan.

“Shit. Sorry, I’m. I haven’t. I mean, not a lot. Or, uh, ever. With someone who looks like you,” he babbled against your skin.

You kissed the top of his head. “I like that. I’ll show you what I like.”

You ground down harder, feeling him twitch beneath you. Eddie’s head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat. You kissed and nipped there while working your hand between you, slipping it into his pants. He was rock hard, hot, and leaking already. The moment your fingers wrapped around him, he bucked up with a broken moan.

“Oh god. Your hand. Fuck, that feels.”

You stroked him slowly, learning what made him whimper and twitch. His hips jerked in tiny, uncoordinated thrusts, like he was trying not to lose control. Precum slicked your palm. You loved how vocal he was. Every touch pulled a new sound from him: soft curses, your name, little whines when you thumbed over the head.

You pulled your hand out and stood, shedding the rest of your clothes. Eddie’s eyes devoured you, wide and reverent.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “You’re gonna kill me. This is how I die. Death by hot girl. Tell Gareth I went out like a legend.”

You laughed and tugged his shirt off, then his pants. His cock sprang free, long, pretty, flushed dark at the tip. You pushed him flat on his back and crawled between his legs.

Eddie’s hands fisted the sheets. “You don’t have to. Oh fuck.”

You took him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head. His hips jerked involuntarily. He immediately apologized, voice wrecked. You hollowed your cheeks and sank down further, taking as much as you could. Eddie’s moans turned guttural, one hand hovering over your head like he wanted to touch but didn’t dare.

You pulled off just long enough to say, “You can pull my hair, baby. I like it.”

His fingers sank into your hair immediately, not tugging hard, just holding on like you were his anchor. You worked him with your mouth and hand, slow and wet and filthy, until his thighs trembled and he was panting your name like a prayer.

“Stop. Stop, please, I’m gonna. I don’t wanna come yet,” he gasped.

You released him with a wet pop and climbed up his body, kissing him deeply so he could taste himself on your tongue. He moaned into it, hands roaming your back and ass with growing boldness.

You reached for the condom you’d stashed in your pocket earlier (always prepared), rolling it on him while he watched with parted lips. Then you straddled him again, guiding his cock to your entrance.

“Ready?” you asked.

Eddie nodded, eyes glassy. “Please. I need. I need you so bad.”

You sank down inch by inch. He stretched you perfectly, filling you until you were seated fully in his lap. Eddie’s head pressed back into the pillow, mouth open in a silent cry. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck. You’re so tight. So warm. Holy shit,” he whispered.

You started moving, slow rolls of your hips at first, letting him feel every slide. Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut, then snapped open like he couldn’t bear to miss a second. You braced your hands on his chest and rode him harder, breasts bouncing with each thrust.

He tried to keep up, thrusting up to meet you, but his rhythm was messy and desperate. Exactly how you wanted him. Awkward, eager, completely lost in you.

“You feel so good,” you praised, leaning down to kiss him. “Such a good boy for me, Eddie.”

The pet name made him whine loudly. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he fucked up into you with short, needy strokes. Sweat slicked your bodies. The trailer filled with the sounds of skin slapping, wet thrusts, and Eddie’s broken moans.

You sat back up, circling your hips, and reached down to rub your clit. Eddie’s gaze dropped there, transfixed.

“Can I…?” He licked his lips. “Let me help.”

You guided his hand. His long fingers were clumsy at first but quickly found the right pressure, rubbing tight circles while you rode him. The dual sensation built fast. Pleasure coiling hot and tight in your belly.

“Eddie. Fuck, I’m close.”

“Me too. Shit, me too. You’re squeezing me so good. Can’t. Can’t hold it.”

You came first, clenching around him hard, crying out his name. Eddie followed seconds later with a loud, guttural groan, hips stuttering as he spilled into the condom. His whole body shook beneath you.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. You collapsed onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you immediately, pressing shy kisses to your temple.

“Was that… okay?” he whispered, voice hoarse. “I didn’t. I didn’t last very long, and I know I was kinda all over the place.”

You cut him off with a kiss. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

He blushed again, hiding his face in your neck. “You’re gonna kill me with compliments too. Death by hot girl who’s also nice. Worst way to go.”

You laughed and rolled off him, dealing with the condom before curling up against his side. Eddie pulled the blanket over both of you, still hesitant even now, one arm draping awkwardly around your waist.

After a few quiet minutes, he spoke again, soft and shy. “So… does this mean you’ll… stick around? Like, not just tonight?”

You propped yourself up on an elbow, tracing patterns on his chest. “Eddie Munson, I’ve been trying to get you alone for weeks. I’m not going anywhere unless you kick me out.”

He grinned, wide, dimpled, boyish. “No kicking. Definitely no kicking. You can stay forever. Or at least until Wayne gets home and freaks out.”

You spent the next hour just talking. Him rambling about D&D campaigns and music, you teasing him until he laughed that big, infectious laugh. But the heat never fully died.

It started again when you casually mentioned wanting to try riding his face.

Eddie’s eyes went comically wide. “You. Seriously? I’ve never. I don’t know if I’ll be any good.”

You climbed up his body anyway, settling your thighs on either side of his head. “I’ll teach you.”

He was a fast learner. Shy at first, tentative licks and nervous glances up at you, but the moment you moaned and gripped his hair, he got bolder. His tongue explored every inch of you, messy and eager, nose bumping your clit while he hummed like he was tasting something divine. You came on his face twice, thighs trembling, while he gripped your ass and pulled you down harder, like he couldn’t get enough.

After that, he was still hard again. You let him take you from behind this time, on your hands and knees, his chest pressed to your back, one arm wrapped around you like he was afraid you’d disappear. He was less awkward now, finding a rhythm that had you both moaning. Every thrust came with whispered compliments against your shoulder: “You’re so wet,” “Feels so good,” “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this.”

You reached back, threading your fingers with his. “Harder, Eddie. Fuck me like you mean it.”

He did, losing the last threads of his shyness as he pounded into you, the headboard banging against the wall. When he came the second time, he buried his face in your neck and moaned your name like it was sacred.

You collapsed together in a sweaty, tangled heap. Eddie pulled you close immediately, big spoon this time, his curls tickling your back.

“I think I’m in love,” he mumbled sleepily against your hair. Then, panicked: “Wait. Shit, that’s probably too soon. Forget I said that. Or don’t. I mean. Whatever you want. I’m cool. Super cool with whatever.”

You laughed softly and squeezed his hand. “I like you too, dork. A lot.”

He relaxed, pressing a shy kiss to your shoulder. “Cool. Awesome. Rad. Metal.”

The two of you drifted off like that, your bold, take-charge energy wrapped safely in his awkward, adoring arms. You already knew you’d be back tomorrow. And the day after. Eddie Munson was yours now, and you were going to enjoy every shy, stuttering, eager second of it.

[bellabuckley]

Hello

Saw your post begging for an inbox

Ummmm I will take literally anything Nancy Wheeler x reader, maybe based in the library like that one scene she had with Robin in ST4, if that’s okay.

Go absolutely nuts. Surprise me!

Why do I feel like I’m ordering at a restaurant lmfaooooo

explicit smut (18+ only), f/f, nancy wheeler x female reader, public sex (library), oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, light possessiveness, reader is afab

The Hawkins Public Library was empty after hours, the heavy silence broken only by the soft rustle of pages and your own shaky breathing. Nancy had you backed up against the tall shelves in the far corner, hidden between rows of forgotten encyclopedias and old newspapers. Her body pressed flush to yours, one thigh wedged firmly between your legs as she kissed you like she needed it to survive.

Her mouth was hot and demanding, tongue sliding against yours in deep strokes that left you dizzy. You moaned softly into the kiss and Nancy swallowed it down, her hands already pushing under your shirt. She tugged your bra up roughly, palming your breasts and pinching both nipples until they hardened under her fingers.

"God, you’re so sensitive," she whispered against your lips, giving another sharp twist that made your hips jerk against her thigh. "You’ve been wet for me since we got here, haven’t you?"

You nodded, unable to form words as she kissed down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Nancy dropped to her knees right there on the worn carpet, shoving your skirt up around your waist. She didn’t tease this time. She yanked your panties down your thighs and buried her face between your legs.

Her tongue dragged slowly through your folds, licking up the slick that had already soaked you. She groaned at the taste, the sound vibrating straight to your clit. Then she was devouring you, lips wrapped around your swollen clit while two fingers pushed inside your tight heat without warning.

"Fuck, Nancy," you gasped, one hand flying to her hair, gripping the soft waves as she fucked you with her fingers and sucked hard on your clit.

She curled her fingers perfectly, stroking that spot inside you over and over while her tongue flicked fast and relentless. The obscene wet sounds of her mouth and fingers echoed quietly between the stacks. Your thighs started to tremble. Nancy looked up at you, blue eyes dark with lust, lips shiny with your arousal, and the sight alone nearly sent you over the edge.

"You taste so fucking good," she murmured, adding a third finger and stretching you wider. She pumped them faster, curling harder, sucking your clit in steady pulses until your orgasm crashed through you.

You came hard, biting your lip to stay quiet, hips grinding desperately against her face as waves of pleasure rolled over you. Nancy didn’t stop. She kept licking and fucking you through it, drawing out every last shudder until your legs felt like jelly.

When she finally pulled back, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on her tongue. Her fingers stayed buried inside you, slowly pumping through the aftershocks.

Before you could catch your breath, Nancy spun you around, pressing your chest against the shelves. She kicked your feet apart and hiked your skirt up again. Her hand returned between your legs from behind, rubbing your sensitive clit in tight circles while her other hand reached around to squeeze your breast.

"You’re still so wet," she breathed against your ear, voice husky. "Think you can come again for me?"

You whimpered in response, pushing back against her hand. Nancy chuckled softly and slid three fingers back into your dripping pussy, thrusting deep and steady. The new angle had you moaning louder, the shelves creaking faintly as you rocked against them. She pressed her body flush to your back, hips grinding against your ass while she fucked you harder.

"Come on, baby. Let me feel you squeeze around my fingers again."

Her thumb found your clit and rubbed fast. Your second orgasm hit even harder than the first, legs shaking violently as you clenched around her. Nancy kept fucking you through it, murmuring filthy praise against your neck until you were gasping and oversensitive.

She finally eased her fingers out and turned you back around, pulling you into a slower, deeper kiss. Her hands roamed gently over your body now, fixing your clothes with surprisingly tender touches.

Nancy rested her forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard.

"Next time we’re definitely using the back of my car," she said, voice low and promising. "I want to hear you scream my name without having to stay quiet."

[bellabuckley]

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riding jonathan byers while you get high *.❤︎₊ ⊹ 18+

the air in jonathans small moonlit room was thick with smoke, and the sweet smell of weed. his lips were on yours, they had been for what felt like hours at this point. all sense of time faded away when you were as high as you are right now.

saliva seeped out of the corners of your mouth as you made out sloppily, and your head felt like it was floating. a consistent heavy buzz that ran through your veins, making every touch feel electrifying.

jonathans hand large ran through your hair gently before murmuring against your lips “that last hit really got you, huh? your eyes are all glassy.. so pretty.” the second he was done talking, his lips were back on yours, moving gently and slowly but deep. his tongue was down your throat, your head tilted to give him better access to do so. your thighs shifted on his comforter, scooting closer into his body while your hands ran down his soft white t shirt.

the second you moved, he shifted closer too, his cock was now pressing against your bare thigh through his boxers. his cock was always rock hard when you got high, and your head began to feel dizzy at the thought of it all. the thought of how he’d feel inside you, slow and deep and tight. the thought of what he’d look like when you finally got the rest of his clothes off. you wanted it now.

you were in nothing but an old t shirt of his that he gave you weeks ago for moments like this, and cotton panties. your leg started to wrap around one of his as you continued making out lazily. you were moaning in his mouth, desperately, when he began slowly grinding his bulge against your thigh, whining against your lips as pre-cum was leaking and soaking through his boxers.

jonathan wore the same outfit everytime you two smoked together, a plain t shirt and his white boxers. it didn’t matter what he wore, they’d be off of him soon enough. your hands began wandering, traveling down to tease the waistband of his boxers as he smiled shyly. “ you’re such a tease tonight, wanna light another?”

“always.” you shifted to sit on top of him, your knees sinking into the soft mattress on either side of his hips. your tight pussy covered by thin panties was now pressed directly on top of his clothed aching and leaking cock, so desperate for attention.

you looked down at him. his sleepy eyes were even more heavy-lidded than usual, and the small shy smile lingered on his lips, his hair even messier from your fingers playing with it for the past hour. he brought the joint to his soft pink lips and grabbed a lighter.

the fire illuminated his soft features for a brief second as the joint caught the flame. he took a slow lazy drag, inhaling it deep into his lungs as he watched you start to slowly grind on top of him, barely moving your hips.

“feel soooo good, jon. soooo good” your head tilted back in pleasure as you continued. you were sliding your clothed pussy against him, feeling his dick twitch against you as he coughed lightly after blowing out the smoke. one of his hands went to your hip underneath his t-shirt, rubbing soft circles on your skin while his other hand held the lit joint.

your fingers moved to tease his boxers again, beginning to slowly pull them down to free his throbbing length. jonathan had been hard for hours, desperate to feel him inside your soaked pussy, but he was always so shy when it came to initiating.

his dick was so thick, and leaking. the tip flushed a dark red, and the veins along the shaft stood out. the sight of him made your front teeth sink down on your lower lip, biting down to fight back needy breathy sounds as your hands moved to pull off his shirt so you could run your fingers up and down his pale torso.

your hands trembled slightly as you moved to push your panties to the side, either from need for jonathan or from the buzz of the high. it was hard to hell. you reached down and wrapped your hand around his fat cock, starting to stroke it achingly slow. his skin was burning up, and it made heat rush to your core as you clenched around nothing but air before guiding his thick tip to your needy hole.

the second an inch of his cock entered you, you moaned soft and low before beginning to sink down on top of him until he was deep inside. the stretch of him made your vision blur as your hands gripped at his torso, steadying yourself. jonathans head was falling back against the pillow, his long beautiful throat fully exposed and his sleepy eyes squeezed shut. you wanted to bite him once you saw his adam’s apple bobbing. he let out a loud groan when you started rocking back and forth. “jesus… you feel so tight, baby. my godddd.”

your hips began to move slowly, grinding against him deep and sensually. every inch was dragging inside of you, hitting every spot exactly the way you like it. you could feel his cock throb as you found the deep rhythm.

“mm pass me that, baby.” you moaned out

jonathans hand moved to pass you the joint. you brought it to your lips, inhaling deeply. never stopping the roll of your hips against his. “open up?” you said softly as your body leaned down. jonathans lips parted beautifully as you took a deep drag then pressed your lips to his, exhaling the smoke directly into his mouth.

he inhaled it with his eyes fluttering shut, his hands sliding down to your thighs to gently grip at your flushed skin to ground himself. you did it a few more times, exhaling your smoke into jonathans pretty parted lips, letting him taste you on top of the weed.

“my girl, always makes me feel so good, don’t you?” you just nodded while a soft moan came out and leaned back up to a sitting position to continue the slow grind. your walls clenched around his dick as he twitched inside you repeatedly. you could feel how much he was leaking inside of you, the wetness from where you were joined growing and making everything glide smoother and hotter. his eyes were red and glassy as they were locked on your glistening pussy, matching your own eyes as yours were locked on him.

his slender fingers left your thigh to rub slow maddening circles on your sensitive clit once you passed the joint back to him. he looked so sexy. one hand rubbing on your clit, one hand holding the lit joint.

your movements became less controlled as he made you twitch and tremble from the sensation of his thumb on your sensitive clit, the grind becoming shaky and desperate. “gettin so wet.. you love when my fingers play with this pretty pussy, mm?” his voice slurred on the edges, all hazy from the amount of weed the both of you had consumed. he looked overwhelmed, relaxed, and in awe all at the same time.

the joint began to burn out, but neither of you seemed to notice. you were so enthralled with the feeling of his cock inside you, dragging deep and pressing even deeper, and he was completely intoxicated with the vision of you above him. you leaned down again to kiss him slowly, a sloppy tangle of tongue and lips as his free hand moved to set the finished joint out and cradle the back of your head.

“love your mouth… so soft, baby…” he whispered it against your lips, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. the pleasure continued to build in your stomach, reaching its peak as you continued making out. his hips jerked up once, rolling into yours. the sudden thrust made you gasp as you felt your body shudder. your hands braced on his chest tightly to stabilize yourself as you trembled continuously, you could feel your pussy clenching around him greedily, and it was clear he felt it too.

low whines started falling from jonathans lips, brows furrowed together beautifully as he attempted to hold back. the high made it impossible. every feeling was magnified. his thumb pressed harder, moving slower as you rode out your orgasm.

his hips continued bucking up into your rhythm, unable to control it until he was pulsing inside you, the thickness of him stretching you wide as the first tremble made your toes curl and traveled all the way up your body until you were panting softly and oversensitive. his cock was coated in your cum, the sounds of your wetness made him both whimper. “so fuckin’ good.. i- i don’t think I can last”

even after your orgasm, you continued moving with his cock still buried deep inside you. “jonnn- mmph - so deep.. you’re so deep..” the sensitivity making you twitch and moan out breathy incoherent words while you felt him arch his back up from under you. a long shaky groan left his lips before jonathans entire body went slack against the mattress. his cock pulsing out hot cum, filling you and marking your insides completely as your needy pussy milked him dry.

he was softening inside you as you sat on top of him, unmoving and still so you could keep his cock warm and wet. a soft sigh escaped his lips “you’re so warm..” sex always felt so good when you were both like this. high and hazy, his body soft and pliant under you. it was always so warm, and everything felt hazy.

your hand planted on his lower stomach as you leaned over to grab another pre-roll and lighter from the nightstand. you and jonathan both knew he’d be fully hard and needy again by the time the joint went out.

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oh my god this is perfect

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wat tropes or pairings do yall want lmk empty audience

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threesome (f/f/f), robin buckley x nancy wheeler x reader (female reader) lesbian sex, sapphic smut, polyamory face-sitting, scissoring/tribbing, oral sex (giving and receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, light hair-pulling, marking/hickeys, sweat, messy wet sex, established secret relationship, semi-public setting (upstairs at a party)

The bass from the party downstairs thumped through the walls of the upstairs bedroom like a distant heartbeat. You had slipped away from the chaos of Steve Harrington's latest gathering with your mutual " friends", Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler" right behind you, their hands brushing yours as the three of you tumbled into the dimly lit room. The door clicked shut, and the noise faded to a muffled roar.

Robin leaned against the door first, her cropped hair messy from dancing, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Finally. I thought we'd never get you alone." Her voice was low, teasing, the kind that always made your stomach flip.

Nancy stood close behind you, her fingers already tracing the hem of your shirt. She was bolder than people gave her credit for, especially when it came to this, to the three of you tangled together in secret. "We've been waiting all night," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your neck that sent shivers down your spine.

You turned in Nancy's arms, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. She tasted like cherry lip gloss and the punch from downstairs. Her hands slid under your shirt, palms warm against your skin as she pushed the fabric up. Robin moved in from the side, her mouth finding the exposed skin of your shoulder, teeth grazing lightly before she sucked a mark there.

"God, you two are going to kill me," you breathed against Nancy's mouth.

Robin laughed softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. "That's the plan."

They worked together like they always did, seamless and hungry. Nancy pulled your shirt off completely, tossing it aside while Robin unbuttoned your jeans with quick fingers. You helped them out of their clothes too, peeling Nancy's blouse away to reveal the lacy bra underneath, then tugging Robin's band tee over her head. Bras and panties followed in a scattered pile on the floor until all three of you were bare, skin flushed and breathing heavy in the warm room.

Nancy guided you back toward the bed, her small hands surprisingly strong as she pushed you down onto the mattress. You landed on your back, and she climbed over you, straddling your hips. Her thighs squeezed around you as she leaned down for another kiss, deeper this time, tongues sliding together while her nipples brushed your chest.

Robin crawled onto the bed beside you, her long legs folding as she positioned herself near your head. "My turn," she said with a smirk, swinging one leg over so she was hovering above your face. You gripped her hips, pulling her down until her wet pussy met your mouth. She was already soaked, tasting sweet and musky as you licked a broad stripe up her folds, circling her clit with your tongue.

"Fuck, yes," Robin groaned, her hips rocking slowly at first, then faster as you sucked on her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hands braced on the headboard, knuckles white.

Nancy watched for a moment, biting her lip, then shifted lower on your body. You felt her fingers slide between your thighs, stroking your slick folds before two of them pushed inside you. She curled them perfectly, hitting that spot that made your back arch off the bed while she leaned down to take one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking hard.

The room filled with the sounds of wet licks, breathy moans, and the slick sounds of fingers moving in and out of you. Robin ground against your face, her thighs trembling around your ears as you devoured her. You flicked your tongue inside her, then back to her clit, feeling her get wetter and wetter. Nancy added a third finger, pumping faster, her thumb rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit.

"Look at her," Robin panted, glancing down at Nancy. "Fucking our girl so good. Such a good girl for us."

Nancy whimpered at the praise, her fingers thrusting deeper. You could feel your own orgasm building fast from the dual assault. Robin's taste flooded your mouth as she rode your tongue harder, her moans turning into desperate little cries.

Robin came first, her whole body shuddering as she cried out your name, flooding your mouth with her release. You lapped it up eagerly, holding her through the waves until she lifted off you, collapsing beside you with a satisfied laugh. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, eyes dark with lust as she watched Nancy work you open.

Nancy did not stop. She pulled her fingers out only long enough to reposition herself between your legs, spreading your thighs wide. "I want to taste you now," she whispered, her breath hot against your dripping pussy. Her tongue licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, then she sealed her lips around your clit and sucked gently while two fingers slid back inside you.

You moaned loudly, hips bucking up into her mouth. Robin leaned over and kissed you deeply, swallowing your sounds as her hand reached down to pinch and roll your nipples. The combination was overwhelming. Nancy's tongue worked your clit with expert precision, flicking and circling while her fingers curled and thrust in a steady rhythm.

"You taste so fucking good," Nancy murmured against your pussy before diving back in, licking faster.

Robin broke the kiss to move down your body, joining Nancy between your legs. Two mouths on you at once was almost too much. Robin licked around Nancy's fingers, tasting you while Nancy focused on your clit. They took turns, one sucking your clit while the other fucked you with her tongue or fingers. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as the pressure built higher and higher.

"Cum for us, baby," Robin urged, her voice husky. "Let us hear you."

You came hard, crying out as your orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy clenched around Nancy's fingers, juices coating their mouths and chins as they kept licking and sucking through every wave, drawing it out until you were trembling and oversensitive.

They gave you only a moment to recover before Nancy climbed up your body, straddling your face this time. "Your turn to eat me while Robin fucks you," she said with a shy but filthy smile.

You gripped her hips and pulled her down onto your mouth, licking into her soaked folds immediately. She was dripping, grinding against your tongue with soft moans. At the same time, Robin settled between your spread legs, pushing your thighs apart. You felt the wet heat of her pussy press against yours as she started grinding, clit to clit in a slow, slick slide.

The scissoring motion was perfect, her swollen clit rubbing directly against yours with every roll of her hips. The wet sounds of your pussies sliding together filled the room, mixing with the obscene noises of you eating Nancy out. Robin's hands gripped your thighs for leverage as she sped up, her breaths coming in short gasps.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Robin groaned, her head falling back. "So wet for us."

Nancy rode your face harder, her small hands braced on the headboard as she chased her pleasure. You sucked on her clit, tongue flicking rapidly while your own hips bucked up to meet Robin's grinding. The friction between your clits was driving you both wild, building another orgasm fast.

Nancy came with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around your head as she flooded your mouth. You drank her down, licking her through it while Robin continued fucking you with her pussy, the slick slide growing even wetter.

Robin leaned forward, changing the angle so her clit rubbed even harder against yours. "I'm close," she panted. "Cum with me."

You did. The second orgasm hit you like a wave, your pussy pulsing against Robin's as she came right after you, her juices mixing with yours in a messy, beautiful slickness. The three of you moaned together, bodies shaking in unison.

But they were not done with you yet.

Nancy slid off your face and moved down the bed. She positioned herself so her pussy was pressed against yours now, taking over the scissoring while Robin straddled your chest. Robin lowered herself onto your mouth again, but this time facing Nancy so they could kiss each other deeply while you ate Robin and Nancy fucked you with her clit.

Their tongues tangled above you as their hips moved. Nancy's clit rubbed perfectly against yours in steady circles, her hands on your hips to keep you in place. Robin's pussy was back on your tongue, and you licked and sucked with everything you had left, tasting both of them mixed together on your lips.

The pleasure built again, slower this time but deeper, more intense. You could hear them moaning into each other's mouths, whispering filthy praises about how good you felt, how pretty you looked buried under them, how they loved sharing you like this.

You came first this round, screaming into Robin's pussy as your third orgasm ripped through you. Nancy followed seconds later, her clit pulsing against yours as she ground down hard. Robin rode your face through both of your orgasms, finally tipping over the edge herself with a long, drawn-out moan.

Exhausted and glowing, the three of you finally collapsed in a sweaty, tangled pile on the bed. Limbs intertwined, chests heaving, soft kisses pressed to whatever skin was closest. Nancy curled into your side, her head on your shoulder while Robin spooned you from behind, one arm draped over both of you.

"Best party ever," Robin mumbled sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck.

Nancy smiled against your skin. "We should do this more often. Much more often."

[bellabuckley]

Hello I am too ashamed to say this non-anon but I would kill for the Ronance 3-way

alr have that in drafts •⩊• waited for an inbox to post

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if i wrote a ronance 3 way would yall fw it lmk guys

[bellabuckley]

ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴄᴜᴍ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇ (ɪ'ᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ)

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ only), smut, one bed trope (the best) / forced proximity, unprotected sex (condom is used but still noted), fingering, oral teasing / tasting, vaginal penetration, light praise kink, marking / hickeys, soft dom steve harrington, friends to lovers, mutual pining, slight awkwardness to tension buildup, aftercare and cuddling

The motel clerk had smiled apologetically through the rain-streaked window. “Two separate rooms? No can do tonight. Storm’s got everyone stuck. But I’ve got one room left with two queen beds. Sound good?”

Steve had flashed his easy, charming grin and taken the key without hesitation. “Two queens? Perfect. We’ll take it.”

You both exhaled in relief as you walked down the narrow hallway, shoes squeaking on the linoleum floors. Separate beds meant no weird tension, no accidental brushes in the middle of the night. Just two tired friends collapsing after hours of driving through flooded backroads on the way home from a supply run gone wrong. The storm had turned everything into a mess, and this was the only option left.

Steve unlocked the door and stepped inside first, flicking on the bedside lamp. The room was small and dated, with faded wallpaper, a tiny desk, an old TV bolted to the wall, and… one single queen bed right in the center.

He stopped dead. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You pushed past him, dropping your soaked bag on the floor. “He definitely said two queens.”

Steve checked behind the bathroom door, even looked under the bed like a second mattress might magically appear. Nothing. Just one bed, one nightstand, and a lumpy armchair that probably hadn’t been sat in since the eighties.

“Clerk must’ve messed up the description,” you said, peeling off your wet jacket. “Or maybe he meant one bed and we misheard. Either way, we’re stuck.”

Steve ran his fingers through his damp hair, sending droplets flying. “I can take the floor. It’s no big deal.”

“Absolutely not. The bed is huge. We’ll just stick to our own sides. Pillows down the middle if it makes you feel better.”

He looked at you for a long moment, brown eyes searching, then nodded. “Alright. Your side’s the right. I’ll stay left.”

You took the bathroom first, stripping out of your wet clothes and pulling on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft sleep shorts that suddenly felt shorter than usual. When you stepped back into the room, Steve was already changed into a fitted gray t-shirt and black boxers. The thin fabric clung to the defined lines of his chest and shoulders, and the hem rode up slightly when he moved, revealing a strip of toned stomach. You forced your gaze away and climbed into the right side of the bed.

Steve slid in on the left, leaving a generous gap between you. He grabbed the spare pillow from the closet shelf and placed it lengthwise as a makeshift barrier. “Safety wall,” he said with a half-smile.

“Very noble of you.” you joke.

The rain pounded relentlessly against the window, thunder rolling low and distant. The heater hummed to life, pushing warm air into the chilly room. You both lay on your backs, staring at the textured ceiling, the silence stretching thicker than the storm outside.

“Night,” you whispered.

“Night.”

Sleep refused to come. Every tiny shift of the mattress made you hyper-aware of him lying just a foot away. His breathing was steady but not relaxed. You turned onto your side, facing away, but that only heightened the awareness. Heat radiated from his body, warm and inviting in the cool sheets. Your foot accidentally grazed his calf under the covers and you both froze.

“Sorry,” you murmured.

“It’s okay,” he replied, voice lower than before.

The pillow barrier sagged and eventually slipped off the edge of the bed with a soft thud. Neither of you moved to retrieve it. The space between you slowly disappeared as you both unconsciously shifted closer. When you finally rolled over to face him, your knees brushed. In the faint glow from the parking lot lights leaking through the curtains, you could see the sharp line of his jaw, the way his hair fell messily across his forehead, and the dark intensity in his eyes.

“Steve…” you started, not sure what you wanted to say.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, his hand lifted, fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. The touch lingered. Electricity crackled in the small gap left between your bodies. Then he leaned in, slow and deliberate, giving you every chance to pull away.

You closed the distance instead.

The kiss started soft, almost hesitant, lips brushing like a question. But the moment your fingers slid into his thick hair, Steve groaned quietly and deepened it, tilting his head to fit your mouths together more perfectly. His hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him until there was no space left. Your legs tangled under the sheets as the kiss turned hungry, tongues sliding, breaths mingling.

Steve rolled you onto your back with easy strength, settling his hips between your thighs. The hard line of his growing erection pressed against your core through the thin fabric of your shorts and his boxers, making you gasp into his mouth. He rocked against you once, slow and deliberate, drawing a soft whimper from your throat.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he breathed against your lips, voice already rough with need. “Anytime.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” you whispered back, tugging him down for another kiss.

His hands were everywhere then, sliding under your t-shirt, palms hot against your bare skin. He pushed the fabric up slowly, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His mouth followed, lips trailing wet kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, until he reached one nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, tongue swirling and flicking while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. You arched off the bed, a moan escaping as pleasure shot straight between your legs.

“Steve… fuck,” you gasped, hips rolling up to meet the slow grind of his cock against you.

He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on your other breast, teeth grazing lightly before soothing with his tongue. Your hands roamed down his back, slipping under his shirt to feel the smooth, warm skin and the flex of muscle as he moved. You tugged the shirt up impatiently. Steve sat up just long enough to yank it off and toss it aside, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, the light trail of hair leading down his stomach, and the defined V of his hips.

You sat up too, pulling your own shirt over your head. The moment your bare chests pressed together, Steve groaned deeply, hands gripping your hips as he kissed you fiercely. Skin on skin felt electric. His cock was fully hard now, straining against his boxers, and you could feel the heat of it throbbing against your thigh.

“Shorts off,” he murmured, voice low and commanding. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your sleep shorts and panties, dragging them down your legs in one smooth motion. You kicked them away while he shoved his own boxers down, freeing his thick cock. It sprang up against his stomach, heavy and flushed, the tip already glistening.

You reached for him, wrapping your hand around his length and stroking slowly from base to tip. Steve hissed through his teeth, hips jerking into your touch. “Shit… that feels too good.”

He kissed you again, deeper, while his hand slid between your thighs. His fingers parted your folds, finding you slick and ready. He circled your clit with his thumb, slow and teasing, then dipped lower, pushing one thick finger inside you. You moaned into his mouth as he added a second, curling them perfectly to stroke that sensitive spot while his thumb kept working your clit in tight circles.

Your hips bucked against his hand, chasing the building pleasure. “Steve… please, I need you.”

“Not yet,” he growled, pumping his fingers faster, scissoring them to stretch you. “Want you dripping for me first.”

He kept going until your thighs were trembling and your breaths came in desperate little pants. Only then did he withdraw his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste you with a low, satisfied hum that made your core clench.

Steve reached for his wallet on the nightstand, tearing open a condom with his teeth. You helped him roll it down his length, your fingers lingering to stroke him a few more times, enjoying the way his abs tensed and his breath hitched.

Then he was back between your legs, the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you open until he was buried to the hilt. You both groaned at the feeling, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered, voice strained. “So perfect.”

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, then began to move. Deep, rolling thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, the drag delicious and overwhelming. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath you, mixing with the steady drum of rain against the window and your shared moans.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him deeper. Steve’s pace gradually quickened, hips snapping harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the small room. He dropped his head to your neck, sucking and biting marks into your skin while one hand gripped your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints.

“Feels so good,” you moaned, nails raking down his back. “Harder, Steve.”

He obliged, thrusting deeper, faster, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you with every stroke. Sweat slicked your bodies where they pressed together. His free hand slid between you, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing firm circles that had your back arching and your walls fluttering around him.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly.

You did, eyes locking as he drove into you relentlessly. The intensity in his gaze, the way his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, the raw pleasure etched on his face, pushed you closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” he growled, voice rough. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”

The words sent you spiraling. Pleasure exploded through you, sharp and blinding. Your walls clenched tight around him in rhythmic pulses as you cried out his name, body shaking beneath him. Steve followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan, hips stuttering as he came hard inside the condom.

He stayed buried inside you for long moments, both of you trembling and breathing hard. Finally he pulled out carefully, tied off the condom, and tossed it into the small trash can beside the bed. Then he collapsed beside you and immediately pulled you into his arms, your head resting on his chest, one leg draped over his.

The rain continued its steady rhythm outside. The single bed felt warm and safe now, the earlier awkwardness completely gone.

Steve pressed a lazy kiss to your forehead, his fingers tracing slow patterns along your bare spine. “Guess the clerk’s mistake turned out pretty damn good.”

You smiled against his skin, still catching your breath, your hand resting possessively on his stomach. “Yeah. Remind me to thank him tomorrow… or maybe the day after.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm in the dark. “We could just stay right here. Forget the storm. Forget everything else for a while.”

“Sounds perfect,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest as sleep finally started to pull you under, safe and sated in Steve Harrington’s arms.

The storm raged on, but inside the little motel room, the heat between you two burned even brighter.

[stonathandreamer]

FUCK YOU FUCKER, STINKER BROTHERS!!!

HOW DO YOU ADD FUCKING USELESS KAREN WHO DID NOTHING USEFUL FROM SEASONS 1 TO 4 BUT NOT JOYCE? HOW DO YOU ADD nancy INSTEAD OF JONATHAN?!!!!

I hope this shit flops.

Sources:

Netflix Tudum

Hollywood Reporter

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no jonathan? yea its a no from bella

[bellabuckley]

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴛ 4

haiii this is a dddne fic, so all tags are in red :3 if you dont want to read then pls scroll, minors dni

dead dove: do not eat, non-consensual somnophilia, non-con drugging, kidnapping, bondage, captivity, yandere Jonathan Byers, extremely dark Jonathan Byers, breeding kink, creampie obsession, cum inflation, forced orgasms, mind break, Stockholm elements, trophy collecting, delusional obsession, possessive violence, emotional and physical manipulation, non-consensual photography, panty theft and scent fetish, voyeurism, journal worship, impregnation fantasy, isolation kink, lactation kink, pregnancy obsession, body worship, forced dependency

Weeks bleed into months inside the cabin. Time loses all meaning except for the rhythm of Jonathan’s cock and the growing swell of your belly.

He keeps meticulous track. A new page in the journal marks every single load he pumps into you. He weighs you weekly on the old scale he brought from home. He measures the circumference of your waist with a soft tape and kisses the numbers he writes down like they are sacred scripture. When your period does not arrive for the third straight month he drops to his knees between your chained legs and cries with pure joy while he eats you out for hours.

"You are pregnant," he whispers against your soaked cunt, voice cracking with reverence. "My baby is inside you. I did this. I made you mine in the deepest way possible."

From that moment the obsession shifts again. It becomes worship.

He still fucks you constantly but the violence softens into something heavier and more suffocating. He spends hours with his hands and mouth on your changing body. He maps every new curve with his tongue. He sucks on your breasts for long stretches even before they begin to leak, trying to coax the milk out early. When the first drops finally appear he latches on like a starving man and drinks while he slowly grinds his cock into you.

"Taste so sweet already," he moans around your nipple, hips rolling deep. "Gonna keep you leaking for me. Gonna drink from you while I breed you again and again."

Your belly rounds noticeably by the fourth month. Jonathan cannot keep his hands off it. He rests his cheek against the swell while he fucks you slow and deep, talking directly to the baby growing inside you.

"Daddy is taking care of Mommy. Daddy is keeping her so full and so safe. You are going to come out knowing only me. Only us."

He takes thousands more photographs. Your naked body chained to the mattress with your pregnant belly prominently displayed. Close ups of your swollen breasts. Shots of his cum leaking from your cunt while your stomach bulges from how much he has filled you. He prints every single one and covers the walls until there is almost no bare space left. You wake up and fall asleep surrounded by images of yourself growing heavier with his child.

He keeps you chained most of the time but he has started allowing small freedoms when he is feeling especially tender. Sometimes he unlocks your wrists so you can touch your own belly. He guides your hands over the curve and makes you say thank you while he fucks you.

"Thank me for knocking you up. Thank me for making you beautiful like this."

You whisper the words now without hesitation. Your voice has grown soft and hoarse from months of crying and moaning. The fight has drained out of you and been replaced by a heavy, hazy dependency. The days he leaves the cabin to get supplies feel endless. The moment he returns you find yourself spreading your legs before he even speaks, cunt already wet and aching for him to fill the emptiness.

Jonathan notices every weakness and exploits it lovingly.

He brings back new gifts each time he goes out. Fresh panties he makes you wear for a day before he steals them again. A pregnancy pillow he arranges carefully under your hips so he can fuck you deeper. Bottles of lotion that he rubs into your stretching skin every night while he whispers how perfect you are becoming.

One night in the sixth month he unlocks all your chains for the first time since he brought you here. He carries you to the small kitchen table he built and lays you on your back. Your belly is heavy and round now. Your breasts are full and tender. He spreads your legs wide and just looks at you for a long time, eyes glassy with madness and devotion.

"Look at what I did to you," he says quietly. "You are carrying my baby and you have never been more beautiful."

He eats you out until you are shaking and crying from overstimulation. Then he slides into you and fucks you with long, possessive strokes. His hands never leave your belly. He presses down gently on the swell with every thrust like he is trying to push his cock even closer to the baby.

"Gonna keep you pregnant forever," he pants. "As soon as this one is born I am putting another one in you. You are never going to be empty again. Your body is mine to fill."

You come hard around him, walls fluttering as your pregnant belly tightens. Jonathan follows with a broken groan, flooding you until cum leaks out around his cock and drips onto the table. He stays inside you and rubs your belly in slow circles.

"I love you so much it hurts," he whispers. "I would die before I let anyone take you from me."

He starts sleeping with his cock inside you every night. He says it helps the baby know its father. He wakes you up in the middle of the night by slowly rocking into you, murmuring praise against your neck while your heavy belly rests between you.

The journal entries grow longer and more unhinged.

"Month six. Her belly is so big now I can feel the baby move when I am inside her. She cried when I drank from her tits today but she begged me not to stop. She is mine completely."

"Month seven. She spreads her legs the second I walk in the room. No more fighting. Only need. I am going to keep her like this until the end of time."

Your due date approaches and Jonathan becomes almost frantic with anticipation. He has built a small crib in the corner of the room. He has collected baby clothes and diapers and everything he thinks you will need. He spends hours rubbing your belly and talking about names, about how he will never let the child leave the cabin either.

One night in the eighth month he unties you completely and pulls you into his lap on the edge of the mattress. Your massive belly rests against his stomach as he guides you down onto his cock. He holds you there, impaled and full, while he strokes your hair and your swollen breasts.

"You are never leaving this cabin," he says softly. "Not even after the baby comes. I will keep you chained when I need to but mostly you will stay because you know you belong here. With me. Full of me. Growing my family."

You lean your forehead against his shoulder and nod weakly. Your hands rest on your belly where the baby kicks strongly.

"I am yours," you whisper. The words feel true now in a way that terrifies and comforts you at the same time.

Jonathan smiles against your hair and starts rocking you slowly on his cock.

"Good girl. My perfect breeding wife."

He fucks you like that for hours. Slow and deep. Keeping you full while your pregnant body trembles through orgasm after orgasm. When he finally comes he holds you tight and floods you again, whispering promises of more babies, more years, more chains if you ever waver.

Outside the barred window the woods are dark and silent. No one is looking for you anymore. The world has moved on.

Inside the cabin there is only the red glow of the darkroom, the rattle of chains when you shift, and the wet sound of Jonathan claiming you again and again.

Your belly is huge and round with his child. Your breasts are heavy and leaking. Your mind is soft and reshaped around his obsession.

And Jonathan has never been happier.

He kisses your temple, cock still buried deep inside you, and strokes the curve of your stomach with possessive reverence.

"Forever, baby. You and me and every baby I put in you. This is our life now."

You close your eyes and let the words settle into your bones.

There is no escape.

There is only Jonathan.

Only the chains.

Only the constant, heavy fullness of being exactly what he always knew you were meant to be.

His.

Completely.

Irrevocably.

[bellabuckley]

guys send me fic reqs plssss

[0ceansoftime]

tales from 85 can’t hurt me because it simply does not exist to me. that’s someone’s million dollar fanfiction i will simply scroll past for the sake of my sanity

[bellabuckley]

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shy!jonathan:3

18+ minors dni, fingering, p in v sex

The dim light of the Byers living room flickered from the old TV, but neither of you was paying attention to the movie anymore.

You sat tucked under the heavy blanket with Jonathan, shoulders pressed together, the quiet of the house wrapping around you like a secret. Will was long asleep. Joyce had gone to bed hours ago. The only sounds were the low hum of the television and the nervous rhythm of Jonathan's breathing.

Your hands were freezing. You rubbed them together under the blanket, but it did not help. Jonathan noticed. Of course he did. His dark eyes flicked to you, then away just as quickly. A faint blush already crawled up his neck.

"Cold?" he asked. His voice was barely above a whisper. He sounded so shy.

You nodded. "My hands are like ice."

He swallowed hard. For a long moment he just sat there, fingers twitching in his lap. Then, slowly, like he was afraid you might change your mind, he reached under the blanket and took one of your hands in his.

His palm was deliciously warm. Long, slightly calloused fingers closed around yours, sending a rush of heat straight through your skin. You let out a soft sigh, and Jonathan's breath stuttered.

"Is this okay?" he murmured. His thumb brushed tentatively over your knuckles. His voice was rougher than usual, low and uncertain. His cheeks were already turning pink.

"More than okay," you whispered back. You turned your hand so your palm pressed fully against his. The warmth spread up your wrist, into your arm, but it was not enough. You wanted more of him.

You shifted closer until your thigh pressed against his. Jonathan's eyes widened slightly, but he did not pull away. Instead, he brought his other hand over, cupping yours between both of his large, warm palms. He gently massaged the chill away with slow, shy strokes.

The simple touch made heat pool low in your belly. You bit your lip and leaned in, brushing your nose against his cheek.

"Jonathan…" you breathed.

He turned his head just enough for your lips to meet. The kiss was soft and hesitant at first, then slowly deepened as you sighed into his mouth. His hands never left yours, but his grip tightened. His thumbs stroked faster now, almost restless.

You pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips. "Your hands feel so good. So warm."

A shaky exhale left him. Encouraged, you guided one of his warm hands under your sweater. You pressed his palm flat against your bare stomach. Jonathan froze for half a second. His eyes fluttered shut.

"You are so soft," he whispered. His voice cracked with restraint. His hand was scorching against your cool skin. It slid slowly upward until his fingertips brushed the underside of your bra. He hesitated again, shy even now. When you arched into his touch, he finally let his palm cover your breast. He squeezed gently.

You gasped at the contrast. His hot hand against your chilled skin. His thumb circled your nipple through the thin fabric until it hardened under his touch. Jonathan's breathing grew ragged. His forehead rested against yours as he explored you with careful, trembling fingers.

"Tell me if I am doing it wrong," he mumbled. He still sounded so worried, even while his warm palm kneaded your breast and his other hand slid down to your thigh, slipping under the hem of your skirt.

"You are perfect," you whispered. You spread your legs just enough for him. His fingers traced up your inner thigh, warm and hesitant, until they reached the edge of your panties. He paused. His eyes searched yours for permission.

When you nodded, he slipped his hand inside. Two long fingers glided through your already slick folds. The heat of his touch made you moan softly. Your hips twitched toward him.

"God… you are so wet," Jonathan breathed. He sounded stunned and reverent all at once. His cheeks were flushed dark red, but he did not stop. His warm fingers circled your clit with shy, experimental strokes. He was learning what made your breath hitch, what made your thighs tremble.

You reached for him too. You palmed the obvious bulge in his jeans. He let out a choked sound. His forehead dropped to your shoulder as you rubbed him through the denim.

"Please…" he whispered. His voice was shaky. "I want to feel you."

You unzipped his jeans with trembling hands and freed him. You wrapped your still-cool fingers around his hot, throbbing length. The contrast made him groan quietly into your neck, long and low. His hips jerked into your fist as you stroked him slowly.

All the while his warm hand stayed between your legs. Two fingers slid inside you now, curling gently, pumping with careful, building rhythm while his thumb kept rubbing your clit. His other hand stayed on your breast, pinching and soothing, spreading that delicious warmth everywhere he touched.

You moved together under the blanket, quiet and breathless. Shy little sounds escaped both of you. Jonathan's mouth found yours again. He kissed you deeper, messier, as his fingers worked you closer and closer.

When you came, it was with his name on your lips. You clenched around his warm fingers while your hand stroked him through his own release. He muffled his moan against your neck. His hips stuttered as he spilled over your fingers. His body trembled.

Afterward, he did not pull away. Instead, Jonathan kept his warm hands on you. One still cupped your breast. The other gently stroked between your legs as you both came down. His touch was soft, protective, and so warm.

He pressed a shy kiss to your temple. His voice was barely audible.

"Better now?"

You smiled and nuzzled into his neck, still wrapped in the heat of his hands.

"Much better."