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so sorry that this happened to you i guess it must be a lot so take your time with everything and I think everyone will be ready for you when you are !! <3
Hiya nonnie! Ty for your message and the kind words. I canât reply to every single message because thereâs just too many, Iâd like to use this little moment as an extra thank you to everyone who took the time to report, like, share and reach out.
If you mean fic wise: Iâm very conflicted because writing has been a big part of my life since I was little but this has kinda stumped me, and I am not sure how to proceed in the future. But I appreciate the kind messageâ„ïž
I'm gonna keep this short since I'd rather disappear into a hidey hole right now...
I just wanted to express my gratitude to everyone who has reached out to me and shown support. It honestly means the world. <3
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Hi guys so some lovely moots have brought it to my attention that my fics are being stolen and reposted by another account. I myself canât see them, we assume theyâve blocked me. But if anyone has any ideas on what to do please let me know.
Im at work right now and trying to manage the situation (albeit poorly) and this has been rather stressful for me.
Sorry for the abuse of tags but this is incredibly important to me.
Hi I tried to send this in a message but it wouldn't send, I saw your post from anonymous about that account copying your work so here's the screen shot. It's definitely one of your fics! If you can't see their account they've probably blocked you to try and get away with it. Bloody thief!
Omg tysm!!! I donât know what to do cause Iâm at work and canât even report them and Iâm like checking tumblr in between phone calls and Iâm freaking out! Ty for sending me this!
I just had the most niche idea of Celtic woman reader giving her last performance in a bar that the guys are having a drink at after their show and sheâs so well known among the bars regulars that they throw her a farewell party before she moves to the States for her music career so then the boys get to watch her give her last performance and then they end up on the same flight the next morning. Also Joe is smitten the second he sees her.
Summary: When a boundary gets crossed in class, Steve has your back.
Word count: 2.3k
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Request.
Warnings: mentions of SA, doesn't go into detail, talks of non-consensual touching, mentions of a physical fight, reader is made to feel like it's no big deal, lmk if I forgot any.
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âWhat do you mean he touched you?â
âExactly what I said Steve.â
âYeah okay but like⊠What?â
Steveâs features hardened as he tried to grasp what you were telling him, his whole body angling toward you as he listened carefully to make sure he understood correctly.
âIn the middle of class? And no one said anything?â He looked at you, serious, dark eyes that left no room for anything other than straight, clear answers.
You shook your head, afraid your voice would give away more of your internal turmoil than you wanted. You didnât want to trigger him any more, he already looked ready to put his fist through the principal's door.
âWithout your consent?â
You nodded again.
âI need words.â It took him exactly two large strides before he was in front of you, hands carefully cupping your cheeks to make sure you understood he got the gravity of what youâd told him.
âYes, Steve.â Your voice cracked and his his whole face instantly softened at the sound of you breaking down, even if it was still controlled.
âIâm sorry this happened to you.â You looked deep into his chocolate brown eyes and felt a sense of comfort that took you by surprise. You were okay, you werenât physically hurt, but something inside you had broken.Â
You recalled the shift in your classmateâs eyes, the exact moment he decided what he wanted and he was going to take it. No matter if you were okay with it or not. The way his hands shot out to your body at a speed that betrayed his sense of urgency, like he knew he wouldnât get the chance again.
The way his fingers touched your skin, your clothes, anywhere they could reach to satisfy his sudden need for your body.
You pushed him away, and he laughed. A mouth wide-open, sinister laugh that made him look invincible, untouchable. His eyes screaming: âYou canât do anything about this, and Iâll do it again if I want to.â
Heâd backed off after that. You didnât know why. Maybe your reaction had been enough entertainment for him, maybe he didnât wanna get caught and chose the safer option. You had no idea, but a couple hours later, you were here, on the bleachers after Steveâs practice.
Heâd sensed something was up, you were fine at lunch. Joked around, cheerful, like usual. Youâd even made him laugh so hard over something stupid, some story about Tommy almost setting off the smoke alarm in chem, that heâd nearly choked on a fry and youâd had to thump him on the back while he wheezed and pointed at you like it was somehow your fault.
Steve spotted your discomfort from a mile away. The slouched shoulders, looking down at the ground instead of trying to make eye contact with him across the field to let him know youâd arrived. And when you sat down, you kept your eyes on the book in your lap, trying to act like you were studying but instead, your expression seemed as if you were having an internal screaming match with the words on the paper, twiddling your pencil between your fingers to release the pent up tension.
The second the whistle blew, heâd stalked over to you. In fact, heâd actually run but you were too caught up in your thoughts to notice.
Youâd blurted it out the second he got close enough to hear it.
His expression changed from happy, to worried, to confused, to taking it in, to absolutely seething when he realized what had happened, but he reeled it in when he saw the look in your eyes. Completely lost, unsure of what to do and your brain almost gaslighting yourself into thinking maybe you misinterpreted it when he started asking questions. He knew you didnât, your entire body gave away that something awful had happened, basically vibrating with tension you didnât realize you held.
âWhat are you gonna do?â He asked, voice careful, almost a whisper, anything not to startle you.
âWhat do you mean? Thereâs nothing I can do.â
He shook his head.
âI think you should tell someone, a teacher, the principalâ
âWhat are they gonna do?â
He tilted his head. Thinking about all the possible outcomes.
âThey could suspend him.âÂ
You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest.
âTheyâre not gonna do shit and you know it.â
âItâs worth a shot, maybe,⊠maybe you werenât the first.â
He grimaced as he said it, the thought that he mightâve gotten away with it before, that someone ended up letting him walk away unscathed and ready to do it again⊠Ready to do it to youâŠ
âMaybe your mom can talk to the principal?â
Your answer was quick, way too quick.
âNo.â
âButâŠâÂ
âI said no Steve, sheâs got enough on her mind.â
Of course you were gonna deal with it on your own⊠You always did.
This however? No, he refused to let you take this on by yourself.
âI can come with you.â
His eyes were sincere, not a trace of hesitation visible. In fact, youâd rarely ever seen him more certain, more steady.
Feet planted, entire body exuding determination and security.
It was something so inherently him, that you almost teared up again. A side of him so few got to see that you felt it deep in your bones how much he meant to you, and you meant to him.
âSteve I donât wanna boâŠâ You didnât get to finish your sentence.
âNo. Youâre not bothering me. Never have, never will.â
He forced out a small smile, a genuine little nudge to emphasize you were in this together. That he couldnât take back whatâd happened to you, but that heâd stand beside you while you figured out how to deal with it.
âAre you okay with going tomorrow?â He didnât wanna push you, but he didnât wanna stretch out the situation any longer than needed.
You shrugged, you knew this was the best thing you could do to prevent him from doing it again and having Steve by your side would add the tiniest bit of comfort and safety, but you still werenât keen on it. You doubted youâd ever be, having to expose yourself like that.
After Steve had dropped you off at home, you didnât really know what to do with yourself. Taking a bath didnât make the pressure of his fingers disappear, eating your favorite food didnât make the hollow feeling in your stomach subside, you were too on edge to focus on reading your book and your mind was too scattered to write in your journal.
Sleep didnât come until 5 am, yet it felt like you hadnât slept at all.
The morning moved in slow motion and you didnât seem to be fully there. Like you were on the outside looking in while you got dressed, ate two bites of breakfast, and waited for Steve to pick you up.
His hand held yours tightly as the car filled with the playlist you made him for his sixteenth birthday. The one heâd sworn up and down made no sense, âhalf these songs donât even go together,â and yet youâd caught him humming along to every single one of them within a week, something he still, to this day, denied ever happened.
There was an awkward tension hanging between you, both not really sure what to say, the whole situation growing increasingly more loaded as you neared the school.
âYouâre doing the right thing.â He broke the silence, not knowing what was going on in your head was driving him nuts, cause he didnât know what you needed from him.Â
You just gave him a small nod and he smiled back, the feedback was limited, but at least you acknowledged what he said.
He was told to wait in the hallway when you went in. The principal took one look at his furrowed brows and straight lined lips and ushered him out as he came in with you. The panicked look on your face as you were separated made him feel so guilty and nervous he kept pacing around the hallway as it became emptier and emptier while everyone scurried off to class. Was he taking you seriously? Was he being empathetic? Were you giving him all the info necessary for him to take action? He knew how forgetful you became when emotions were involved. God, he wished he could be there with you. He promised you, but when it came down to it, heâd already failed you.
The light brown, wooden door opened and you stepped out. He noticed the principal behind you, and squinted in concern when he avoided eye contact with Steve. As if something taboo had just been discussed.
He ignored it though, and focused his attention on you.
âHowâd it go?â
âHe told me to report it if it happens again.â
The pause was louder and longer than heâd expected. He was waiting for you to continue, but nothing else came
âOkay, well, what else?â
âNothing.â
âWhat do you mean nothing? Is he getting suspended?â
âNo. Nothing Steve.â
âYouâre kidding me.â
âHe said itâs normal for kids our age to want to experiment.â You snarled, not at Steve, but at the situation. Youâd never felt so powerless in your life. Like your autonomy meant nothing, like people could just take and take and take from you without consequences and even be protected for it. You felt like it didnât matter if you spoke up. It was ânormal behaviorâ.
You watched Steveâs jaw tighten and his eyes turn dark. Pools of shock turned into disbelief, turned into rage and hatred.Â
âWait here.â
He bolted away, through the sea of students leaving their classroom just as the first period had ended.
âSteve?? What? What are you doing?â
He didnât hear you, you doubted heâd hear you if he was still in front of you so you chased after him.
You found him near the guy's locker as a circle of people started to form around the two. Steve knocked him into it so easily, you could just tell he was fueled by pure adrenaline.Â
âWhat the hell, man?â
Steve didnât reply, in fact he didnât say anything. He just had this disgusted, angry look on his face that would make anyone turn heel and run.
âSteve, stop.â
He ignored you, or didnât hear you. Either wouldâve had the same effect, nothing.
You got close enough to put a hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off and got closer to the guyâs face.
His voice was low, low enough so no one would be able to hear except for the guy in front of him and you.
âYou ever touch her or any girl without consent again, and you wonât live to tell the tale.â
Something clicked in his eyes when he looked towards you, and the guy swallowed deeply. Heâd been caught, and thereâd be consequences.
He nodded carefully. When Steve slowly pulled back, the guy seemed so surprised he nearly smiled, thinking he got off easy.
Until a fist made contact with his nose.
And the right side of his head.
Two punches.
First one a punishment, second one a warning.Â
You cringed along with everyone else when you heard the bone break as you watched the exchange, but you didnât think twice about it and pulled Steve towards you.Â
He didnât look at you, but he let you guide him away from the crime scene that would soon be flooded with teachers looking for the cause of the commotion.
Everything was a blur, Steveâs bloody hand, blurry faces you sped past too quickly, the heavy doors that led to fresh air and cool wind, and all of a sudden, there was nothing.
Quiet.
Two heartbeats racing like it was a competition.Â
Your eyes staring at the ground, kicking a rock around with your beat up converse, him staring out in front of him, to the empty field.
He didnât feel the pain in his hand, didn't know what to say or how to act. Heâd lost control so hard, yet didnât feel an ounce of regret.
Until he looked at you. You seemed smaller, like a weight pressed down on your frame, pushing you into the ground.
He never even thought about you, well, he did. He thought about you a ridiculous amount when things were normal, but since yesterday, you were pretty much all that was on his mind.
When you told him nothing was gonna happen, no consequences, no repercussions, thatâs when he went blank. He never considered how youâd feel if he punched your abuser in the middle of the hallway.
And the realization of that knocked some sense into him.
Enough for him to speak.
âIâm sorry.â It came out croaky, a lot less confident than how he had carried himself only minutes ago.
âFor what?â
He opened his mouth to speak, but paused when he saw the fire in your eyes when you looked up at him.
âFor sticking up for me? Defending me?â
The question lingered. He hadnât expected that.
âWell, no, butâŠâ
âDo you regret it?â
He scoffed like you'd just insulted him.
âOf course not.â
âThen donât be sorry.â
âHe deserved it.â
âHe definitely did.â
âI shouldâve punched him harder.â
âYou wouldâve broken your hand.â
âMy handâs not that fragile.â
âIâm pretty sure you broke his nose.â
âShouldâve broken his teeth, dentures are expensive.â
That got a laugh out of you. An actual one. One he didnât see coming, but was grateful for anyway.
You walked up to him as he sat on the white bleacher, observing your every move.
Your hands found his knees when you bent down, now at eye level with him.
âYouâre an idiot Steve Harrington.â
He smiled weakly, just grateful that you werenât pissed at him.
âBut thank you.â
He shook his head, dismissing your gratitude like him punching a guy for you was the most normal thing in the world.
âNo one ever gets to do anything that youâre not comfortable with, okay.â
He sounded fierce again, the fire momentarily flickering when he thought back to everything that had happened.
His hand brushed your cheek lightly, carefully and you came closer.
âI know.â
âDonât let anyone ever tell you otherwise.â
He leaned in, putting his forehead against yours.
âI wonât.â
âYou should probably ice that hand though, tough guy.â
âIn a minute.â
âSteveâŠâ
âIn a minute.â
A/N: Hi guys, I'm sorry if this one wasn't as well written or doesn't flow as well. I got a bit anxious about it halfway through since this is a deeply personal one. It's honestly something I had to write off of me and I had to try really hard to not go back in to make it conventionally entertaining for you, but I decided to keep 90% of the original draft. Sometimes, stories don't have a happy ending, and they're not as loud as others, but that doesn't mean they matter less and that's something I still have to remind myself of. Please be a little lenient and treat it gently <3
I tried to keep the relationship between reader and Steve as open as possible, read it in any way that makes it comfortable for you.
A/N: this was supposed to be short af lol joke's on me.
PS: I think I'll make colored titles for shorter blurbs, that way you can easily spot the difference between a longer story and a blurb (or what was meant to be a blurb and accidentally became longer).
1.2k
Warnings: smut, fingering, reader is so hungry for d she humps a pillow in her sleep, sweet sweet Steve making his girl cum on his fingers before dinner, praise praise, praise <3 NOT proofread, this was supposed to be quick.
Comment or shoot me a message if you want to get added to the taglist!
@decidessrun I wasn't sure if you wanted to be tagged in shorter blurbs too and this was very impromptu, so do let me know for the future <3
Hope you enjoy! Have a âšblessed âš sunday.
Ovulation week was painful when Steve was at work. He made you promise not to touch yourself, but you were like a dog in heat, so you found other ways.
The shower head worked wonders but it wasn't Steve, rubbing your thighs together to relieve somewhat of the pressure was alright, but it didn't get you to where you needed to be.
You'd been on edge all day, trying really hard to keep your promise to Steve but you were so fucked out you fell asleep on the couch with Star Trek playing in the background. Unbeknownst to you, your body didn't care about the promise you'd made Steve and when he got home from work, he found you fast asleep, humping a pillow on the couch.
He'd smiled when he first entered the living room, not yet having noticed you were unintentionally up to no good.
His pretty girl, looking so peaceful.
Until he got closer and he heard the soft little moans. The ones reserved for him and only him. He'd slowly gotten closer, careful not to wake you, and peeked over the back of the couch to see the beige pillow between your legs and your small little thrusts that he knew, just weren't doing it for you.
He made his way around the couch and crouched down in front of you. You eyebrows were furrowed and you seemed deeply unhappy with the lack of sensation the pillow gave you, even if you were still completely out.
"Baby." He cooed, the back of his hand gliding gently over your cheek.
"Hmm?" You hadn't expected him in front of you, and your sleep had been so heavy that it took you a minute to fully come to.
"Steve?"
"Yeah baby I'm here. Do you need some help?"
You didn't know what he meant until his hand traveled down to your hip. As your eyes followed, you saw the pillow between your legs and you felt the wetness in your panties.
"Steve I didn't mean to I'm sorry. I really tried to wait."
He shushed you quickly and gave your hip a soothing squeeze.
"It's okay baby, come on."
He grabbed your hand and pulled you up, before guiding you to your bedroom.
As he sat you down onto the bed, he looked around, and nodded when he found what he was looking for. The tall mirror next to the closet.
He lifted it slowly, making sure to be very careful not to break it before he placed it in front of the end of the bed, where you were currently sitting.
He could basically see question marks appear above your head but he just tapped your thigh, a quiet order to make room for him.
As he sat down in your spot, he guided you into his lap.
"Can't get started on dinner until I give my girl something to hold her over until we go to bed right?" His voice was sickeningly sweet as he continued.
"You trust me?"
He always did this, always checked back in with you before actually doing anything.
As you nodded excitedly, he grabbed the hem of your shorts and underwear and pulled them down. You lifted your legs to help get them off all the way until your bottom half was bare in his lap.
His hands wandered over to your front, squeezing the inside of your thigh, just barely grazing the wet, flushed skin of your core, but he refrained from doing anything else.
"Eyes over there sweetheart." He gave one nod in the direction of the mirror and you complied, watching him focus his full attention on you.
His hands pulled your legs apart a little bit, hooking your knees over his. It confused you, what a random, odd thing to do. Until he started spreading his own legs slowly, which lead to your legs being spread along with his until you were completely opened up to him. The cool air nipped at your core, making you instinctually close them again. But because your knees were hooked over his, you couldn't. His eyes met yours in the mirror and he smiled at you, that sweet, lopsided smile he won you over with before you started dating.
His hands wandered a bit further, back to your core again as they rubbed soothing circles on your thighs.
"So pretty, all spread out for me." He whispered smoothly into your ear.
"Steve..." You whined. The fact that you'd been on edge all day, his teasing and now the fact that he had full control over your bottom half was driving you crazy.
"Shh baby, it's okay." He hushed you before his fingers finally rubbed over your core. He kept his strokes superficial at first, listening to the wet sounds of them moving against your pussy.
You started squirming but had no way of moving along with him, his own legs still holding you open.
"Tell me baby."
"Can you please touch me Stevie? I need it, I've been so good for you. I haven't touched myself all day."
He nipped at the spot near the bottom of your ear as he started playing with your clit, just the way you like. Soft, pressured circles combined with his other hand traveling upwards and cupping your boob under your shirt, toying with your nipple, pinching it just the moment he pressed down harder on your clit.
You were a squirming mess and he couldn't help but feel so enthralled looking at your desperate figure in the mirror. He did this to you. He made you feel this good.
You gasped when he slid his middle finger in, so focused on the pleasure of him rubbing your clit that you hadn't even noticed him circling your hole with his other finger.
"Easy baby, just let it happen." He comforted you, making your muscles relax as he went in deeper and curled his finger just right. He knew you got your main pleasure from your clit, so that's where he kept his focus.
You started to tense up, signaling you were close when he felt you try to close your legs again, but he kept his wide open, forcing you to do the same. You were no match for his muscular thighs and he hadn't realized how he could use them for your pleasure until now.
"Look at yourself in the mirror baby, that's what it's there for."
He squeezed your boob, urging you on and smiled widely when you opened your eyes, making eye contact with his dark brown, lust filled eyes in the mirror.
"Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?"
His husky voice sounded raspy, not able to disguise the effect the sight of you in his lap had on him.
You bit your lip and nodded, lost for words while the pleasure built and built as he started nipping your earlobe.
"Come on baby. You've been so good for me."
His hot breath on your neck was the last straw and you came on his fingers.
Your orgasm rolled over you like warm, soft beach waves as they cascade down the shore. Your entire body enveloped in an intense, warm glow that somehow offered you a comforting sense of calm and safety as he let you ride it out.
He kept his eyes on you the entire time and thought to himself you hadn't looked this blissed out in a while.
While you came down, his hands trailed over your body offering you soft, grounding touches.
"Alright sweetheart?" He checked in again and unhooked your legs from his, making you wince slightly before he carefully lifted you up and put you down on the bed as he stood up.
"Take all the time you need okay, I'm gonna go get started on dinner."
