day two of the december writing challenge! today's word: blanket
1.5k of loverboy steve harrington needing to hear reader’s voice so he can cum. 18+ MINORS DNI NSFW
contents: steve harrington x reader, afab reader, needy!steve (like very whipped, desperate steve), phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirtyyy talk
You’ve been asleep for hours. The window is cracked slightly, moonlight painting the room chilled by cool winter air. Deep in dream land, a phone rings in the distance. Someone should get that, you think. It rings out again. You jolt awake, arm flying out from underneath your cozy blanket to yank the handset to your ear.
“Hello?” you whisper-yell into the phone, still slightly stunned.
“Hi, honey,” a voice rasps on the other line.
You relax slightly when you hear his voice. “Steve? Is everything alright?”
“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. Just missed you.”
You’re a state away on family vacation, and this is the longest you and Steve have ever been away from each other. Steve acted like the world was finally ending when you told him you wouldn’t be able to see him for five days. Four, really, because he insisted on coming over to help your parents pack up the car before heading out. You still think it was just a ruse to sneak one last kiss in the garage. He claimed he couldn’t help it — something about how his lips are practically magnetized to yours.
“Why are you awake?” you sigh sleepily.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Miss you,” he reiterates.
“I miss you too, but maybe you should try dreaming about me instead,” you suggest while stifling a yawn.
“I do a lot of that already,” he admits.
Your eyes flutter closed. “I’m flattered.”
“You wanna know something else?” he asks.
“Can it wait until the morning, Steve? I’m exhausted,” you reply somewhat petulantly.
“I’m gonna have to take care of it before then.”
You feel your brows furrow in confusion, mind still a bit foggy from your interrupted sleep. “What?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about you,” he repeats before dropping his voice, all gravelly through the receiver, “and you make me really hard.”
Slightly scandalized, a gasp escapes your lips involuntarily. You’re fully awake now and you’re on fire. A hot blush creeps down your neck and you have to swallow hard before attempting to speak.
“Steve,” you stammer out. You feel like you just got the wind knocked out of you. “Jesus.”
“Please? I need you so bad,” Steve begs. He sounds truly tortured.
“I promise I’ll take care of you when I’m home. Only two more sleeps,” you sympathize. It would only be one if he hadn’t woken you up.
“Can’t make it,” he pleads, voice cracking slightly. “I tried. Need to hear your voice.”
You bite your lip nervously. “I’m sharing a wall with my parents. We’re lucky that they didn’t wake up when you called,” you whisper.
Steve groans like a man deprived. By the way he’s acting, you would think it’s been weeks since he’d last gotten his rocks off. You know for a fact that it’s only been three days.
As your eyes adjust to the light, you see the faint glow of a nightlight shining out from behind the bathroom door. Your own lightbulb goes off as you realize how to solve your problem.
“One sec,” you pause.
“Hurry,” Steve pleads.
You swing your legs over the side of the bed to stand slowly, exposed skin immediately prickling in the cold air. Stretching the phone cord to its limits, you pad quietly to the bathroom and close the door as far as it will let you. The light hurts your eyes as they adjust from the dark.
“Okay, I’m hiding out in the bathroom. Hopefully no one can hear me.” You look around suspiciously, half expecting someone to come out from behind the corner. It’s still quiet except for the old radiator that hums in the other room.
“I’m really worked up, baby. It won’t take long,” he reasons, trying to soothe your nerves. You swear you can hear a belt unbuckle. “Been teasing myself all night.”
You feel yourself get hot again as your heart rate quickly spikes. A second heartbeat picks up between your legs, clit pulsing at your boyfriend’s words. Your legs press together on instinct, searching for some friction.
“You should touch yourself for me,” you encourage, like Steve needs permission. “What were you thinking about?”
Steve’s breathing picks up as he shoves a hand down his pants. “You. How good you are to me. How much I miss you. How sweet you taste,” he rambles on.
“Only one more day until you can have me,” you remind him. “I’m all yours.”
Lewd sounds hit your ear as Steve pumps himself, wrist working languidly up and down, big hand squeezing his twitching length. “Don’t stop,” he moans out.
A sudden wave of shyness washes over you but you press on, finding courage in the way the persistent schlick of him working his cock speeds up at your words.
“Wish you could fill me up right now,” you admit hazily. “You’re so big, Steve. Bet you’ll have to stretch me back out again before I can take you.” Your core clenches around nothing and aches for the way Steve’s cock pushes you to your limits.
“Oh, God,” Steve sputters, “fuck. I’m already close. You don’t know what you do to me.”
You wonder how long Steve had held out before finally biting the bullet and asking you for help. Steve insists that he used to have the stamina of a race horse. You, however, have turned him into a total goner. One long look and he’s ready to spill on the spot. He needs you like the air he breathes.
Your neglected pussy drools thinking about how pretty Steve must look right now. Laid out on the bed, eyes screwed shut, skin glistening, his big cock all flushed and leaking. The feeling is mutual – Steve turns you on in ways you didn’t know were possible. Without thinking, you’re swiftly pulling your ruined panties off and getting into the tub. The faucet turns on with a squeak, warm water splashing up your bare legs.
“Christ, honey,” Steve chokes out as he realizes what you’re doing.
You shrug. “I feel dirty.”
The water pressure isn’t great, but your clit is so swollen that a gentle breeze could make you come. Precariously, you shift your hips underneath the faucet, trying your best to mind the phone. Your body goes lax as the steady stream of water falls over your bud, head rolling back with pleasure.
“Tell me how it feels,” Steve pleads. On the other end of the line you can hear Steve’s own wet sounds, spitting into his hand before continuing to fuck his fist.
“Good,” you breathe out, “but nothing is as good as you.”
Steve whimpers and cries out at your dirty admission. He’s so vocal, pretty noises bubbling up in his throat and spilling out without warning. You’re envious of the way Steve can let you hear how good he feels while you struggle to stifle your own moans.
“Shit, sweetheart,” he whines, voice strained, “you’re saying all the right things.” Steve’s gritting out his words, a telltale sign that he’s almost there and desperate to come.
“Gonna make a mess, Stevie?” you whisper, twirling the phone cord with your finger in anticipation. “Let me hear it.”
That does him in. Steve tips right over the edge, the intensity of his orgasm quickly overtaking him. He sounds obscene, shamelessly panting into the phone as he rides out his high and milks his cock for all it’s worth.
With Steve’s noises encouraging you, your own orgasm pulls you under, blood turning white-hot and vision blurring. It takes everything in you not to drop the phone straight into the tub. Muffling your mouth with your free hand, you bite down into your palm to stop your moans from ringing out. You can hear Steve still coming hot and heavy, riding out every second of his pent up release.
As the shockwave subsides you quickly shut the water off, clit puffy and overstimulated. Your body shakes slightly in the aftermath of your orgasm, worn out from the unexpected exertion. Sleep suddenly pulls at you again. The phone cord won’t reach to let you lie back in the tub, so you settle for resting against the wall, limbs like jelly.
For a while there’s nothing but the respective sounds of the two of you trying to catch your breath. The water on your skin goes cold and you shiver, chilled to the bone. You force yourself to step out of the tub before wrapping yourself haphazardly in a bath towel.
“You’re gonna kill me one day,” Steve finally rasps out, still trying to catch his breath.
“I’d never,” you feign innocence.
“Don’t worry, I’ll die a happy man,” he says playfully. You can hear the smile in his words through the phone. He sounds positively fucked out, speech lazy and slowed by sleepiness. You’re sure his eyes are closed, basking in his post-orgasm bliss.
“Feel better?”
“The best,” he sighs, “thank you. I can’t wait to see you.”
You let out a yawn. “Likewise. Time will go by faster if we sleep,” you reason.
“So smart, baby,” Steve chuckles. “Go get some rest.”
You exchange sweet “I love you”s before the line goes dead with a click. Cautiously, you make your way back to your room, not wanting to blow your cover. Settling back into bed, the soundtrack of Steve’s moans still plays in your ears once your head finally hits the pillow.
a/n: took some liberties here bc i know that party phones were pretty inescapable in the 80s and the likelihood of reader having a private call telephone (search the ad from 1984 - that's the inspo!) that actually worked in their room on vacation is fanfic levels of low. also that it wouldn’t ring loud as hell in the dead of night and wake everybody up. i hope you still enjoyed walking with me……
i'm also on ao3 as honorschem if you prefer your fics there. divider by @firefly-graphics :)
thanks for all the love y'all have shown me so far! i'm having so much fun <3
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Chris x MC (fic) ; Liam x MC moodboard
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No Reason, Just Because It's You (fic) ~ Lincoln x MC
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Christmas Magic (fic) ~ Mal x MC
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Unwrapped: a Hollywood U story
Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer
~800 words, no warnings/all the fluff
Art by @dalkkomi ❤️
She bounced down the long hall to a song only she could hear. Things were quieting down as the semester drew to a close. The only sound came from the jingling of small silver bells in her earrings. She paused a moment, catching her reflection in the glossy frame of one of the many film posters adorning the campus. The smile on her lips curved higher as she took in her perfectly appropriate holiday appearance, even if he would think it too much. Her Santa hat perched perfectly on her head, her holiday jacket wrapped warmly around her, and the perfect gift cradled securely in her hands.
The back of her knuckles hesitated just a breath above the dark wood of his office door. She held her ear closely, listening for any signs that he was anything but alone. Hearing nothing, she slowly turned the doorknob, taking care as she inched it open to avoid the creaking floorboards. Most professors' offices were located in newer buildings, which were covered in identically patterned carpeting. But not his. Not Thomas Hunt's. Of course, his office was in the oldest building on campus, a historic landmark filled with whispers and stories of times that came before. He said that's why he loved it. The building preserved the past while keeping its soul and vision alive. He hoped to honor the legacy of the filmmakers before him.
And there she was, wearing a bright red suit representing the hope of children everywhere, a stark contrast to the weight of the dark office before her. The thought almost made her giggle, ruining her surprise entrance.
She closed the door behind her, letting the moment linger. She loved him like this, focused, enraptured by the project before him, like the world could fade away into the one he was reading, seeing every detail before it was even brought to life. This was clearly not a student's work; there would be far more sighing under his breath and eye rolling if it had been. She would have let the moment rest a bit longer if the jingling of her bells hadn't given her away.
"To what do I owe such a festive display of holiday cheer?" he questioned, his gaze drifting over her from head to toe, before returning to the manuscript on his desk. But not before he could hide the smile that grew on his face at the sight of her.
"You know you love it, Professor Scrooge." She pranced over, hopping up on his desk beside him. "Aren't you even a little interested in what this could be?" She carefully shook the box, holding it to her ear; her eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder before placing it on his desk in front of him.
"You are aware this is highly irregular. Christmas is still two weeks away?" He turned toward her, admiring the joy and cheer she brought with her, not just at the holidays, but every day. He couldn't help but smile in return.
"You say that as if Christmas can only be celebrated on a singular day?" Before he could protest, she continued. "Christmas is all around us all the time. It's hope and wonder, kindness and goodwill. It's what every day should be."
"I beg you not to wish that upon us!" He replied with a chuckle, his brow arching at her enthusiasm.
"But what if that were my Christmas wish?" She batted her eyes at him.
"To have Christmas every day?"
She let the question hang in the air, pondering it before replying. "Don't be absurd, if we had Christmas every day, it wouldn't be special anymore. Christmas once is just right, but with little sprinkles of magic and presents before." She inched the gift closer.
He exhaled a sigh through his nose, his head shaking lightly to the sides. "You're impossible, you know that, right?" He paid little attention to the wrapped present on his desk, his focus entirely on her.
"Am I?" she feigned surprise. "Good thing you love me for it."
He reached up, his hand cradling her face. "That I do."
The pair drifted closer, their words fading away. A quiet stillness fell around them. The worn walls of the office welcomed a new story that had been growing over the past year. His thumb brushed gingerly over her cheek as he guided her lips to his. It didn't matter how many times their lips met before or how many times they would again; it would always feel like a whispered welcome home, back together, where the world was still and waited on them in reverence.
The kiss was soft, and the warmth of their breath tangled together. It could have been a second or an hour. It didn't matter. Time was relative, and it would never be enough. They had overcome so much to get to this moment, but their journey was still beginning. They had a lifetime before them, a world of possibilities waiting to be unwrapped.
I haven't written Thomas and Alex and what feels like forever. I had originally planned a RCD fic for this art, but had this idea tonight, so I went with it. I hope you enjoy it. The last line is my favorite, I don't even know if it's good or too much but I felt very clever writing it since the true gift wasn't what's in the box but them 🥺🥰❤️.
