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steve harrington x innocent!gf w/ an oral fixation + hand kink 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

absolutely drooling at the sight of steve’s strong hands.. firm and sure in his grip, but never rough to the touch. they’re always somehow soft, smooth, and meticulously taken care of. not unlike him though considering he spends a lot of time on his perfectly styled hair... i wouldn’t expect anything less from him.

but when you’re in that specific mindset, his hands take up a lot more space in your brain than they do on the small of your back.

there’s something so lewd about his long fingers in your mouth. the thoughts are enough to leave you dizzy, eyes hazing over in pure lust. your thighs pressed together tightly, hoping the slight roll of your hips is enough to keep you satiated.

steve can tell when you need it too. your demeanor completely changes. his precious girl who breaks eye contact at a mere suggestive tone now nuzzles at his hands, his neck, his legs. any inch of him to fill the empty space where your desire for touch runs deep. it feels almost primal.

and when he finally decides to be nice enough to give into his sweet angel’s request, your absolute hunger has completely taken over; pathetic and needy for any ounce of spirit he has to give you.

at first, it’s his pointer finger that makes it past your lips. one knuckle, then two. until finally, two fingers are deep within your oral cavity. slowly moving in and out as your tongue swirls around the rough pads of his fingers.

you’re sat on your knees in front him. looking up at your beloved boyfriend, he sees how your eyes are dripping with pure, utter devotion and carnality altogether. your cheeks are hollowed out as you carefully suck onto his fingers with every stroke; desperate to savor every ridge and scar on them. he feels like you’d eat him alive if he let you.

drool spills from the corners of your mouth and he smiles at how well you’re taking him. and when he presses a little too deep, making you gag, steve feels like he’s in heaven itself.

the brunette doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve you. his pretty, innocent girlfriend all dumb and wanting for him. for his hands. his touch. he’s never seen a sweeter sight.

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Pining Parkthur inspired fully by this potatolord art :) @potato-lord-but-not you inspire me endlessly

#I was on the fence between making it pining or having them make out sloppy style #I may still write the make out (my brand) at some point #either way I missed writing them so much #ty potatolord for the inspo #malevolent #malevolent podcast #arthur lester #envy writes #parker yang

svsss | one-shot | T | 2.4k | ao3

This is. unreasonably long for what it is. I wrote this whole thing in a day bc I couldn’t stop thinking abt it and it’s so stupid but I hope it’s also as funny as I think it is??? So here, have some post-canon bingqiu nonsense from an outsider pov

What’s His Fucking Deal

#cucumber-spotting

dick jokes

[screenshot of a text from Peerless Cucumber that reads “Do you still take commissions?”]

passionate ranting

no fucking way

he’s still alive???

binghe obsession

of course this is how we find out

homoerotic undertones

maybe he really was dead and he just rose from the grave to commission art of lbh one last time

in a totally hetero way ofc

binghe obsession

ofc

#I don’t. know what this is #hopefully you enjoyed it???#envy writes #I fucking guess #svsss #svsss fic #in-universe social media #disclaimer: the opinions presented here are not necessarily my opinions #peerless cucumber discord server #<— new fic tag

He loves the Orion Nebula

Especially the sword

He loves pulsars

And the pillars of creation

He loves the boomerang nebula

the coolest place in the universe

One degree warmer than absolute zero

But his favorite

His favorite is the veil nebula

the cygnes loop

He says it looks like a brain

And I know that this

Is a reflection of his soul

I wish I had an answer

To my favorite part of space

But I know in my heart

I only care for his embrace

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crazy for you — s. harrington

writer’s note: meow meow!!! hello sorry for taking so long to write again! school’s been a lot, but the power of a joint and a strawberry geek bar wrote this little fic. also not revised. so sorry if it’s meh LOL

cw: best friend!steve harrington x reader, slight use of y/n, corny fluff, overthinking! reader, f!reader

word count: 1.7k

you can’t remember the first time your heart swelled at the thought of steve harrington.

if you really thought about it, you weren’t sure if there was ever a moment when it hadn’t.

the two of you were attached at the hip ever since the third grade.

when andy crull pushed you off the swings during recess and left you crying on the asphalt, steve was the first to ask if you were okay. a floppy mess of brown hair ran over to you, soft eyes expressing an apology as he extended an arm out. the careful contact of your scraped palm in his created the first link between the two of you. ever since then, you can’t remember a week spent without him.

now, he was grown.

steve stood tall at 5’11. his boyish nature had shifted into something stronger. toughened. broad shoulders complimented his slender, yet lean build. his features, too, sharpened with time; a hard ridge forming at his brow and his jaw drawing a fine line of precision.

the only things that seemed to stay the same were the wide, brown eyes that never failed to display his emotions way too clearly and the slight tug of a smile always placed at his lips.

steve had always been attractive, sure. based on the amount of girls that began to circle him well into the start of high school, you’d recognized that pretty quickly.

what you hadn’t accounted for was the moment you began to notice him the same way they did. and when you finally realized, the feeling caught like wildfire—raw and unrelenting.

you felt absolutely scorned. thoughts of him were everywhere and all at once. the slightest brush of his hand on yours burned hot and your head felt dizzy at the smell of his cologne lingering on your clothes.

the only person you felt truly comfortable with now felt untouchable. still here, always next to you, but somehow just out of reach.

you felt selfish. to already have him the way that you do, to have him choose you as his best friend, and still wanting more. so you smothered the thoughts as they came about. your feelings folded up and tucked it away into the darkest corner of your brain, because that’s better than the consequence of him finding out, or even worse, seeing you differently.

tonight, like most nights, steve harrington found refuge in your pretty, pink room. plushies squished flat under him as sprawled across your bed. you lay next to him, feet kicked up and your face tucked into your latest read. the space between you nearly absent, but always quietly comfortable.

the loud chatter that typically flooded your room was replaced by the echoes of madonna’s latest record playing from your stereo. a mixtape steve had bought for you as a ‘just because’ gift.

the brunette’s incessant rambling about last weekend’s house party and the upcoming basketball game came to a halt five minutes ago at your lack of actual responses.

“mhm.”

“sounds cool, stevie.”

“wow, that’s crazy.”

steve opens his mouth as if to say something, but quickly shuts it again. his eyes were steady on you, inspecting your face for any semblance of discomfort. the intensity of his gaze too heavy to ignore and your eyes fluttered away quickly after making eye contact.

“you sure you’re okay y/n? you’ve been kinda quiet tonight.”

“you’re usually you know… ready to tell me how dumb half of student body is.”

“i’m fine.” the book shifted slightly out of view, just enough to give him a brief facade of normalcy. your voice fought to come out steady and sure. “just reading.”

he hums in response, not fully convinced, but enough to get him to stop asking questions. the book finds its original position as an unspoken barrier between the both of you.

however, you’d been reading the same page for the past five minutes, an offending mark settling between your brows.

the opening hymns of crazy for you filled the silence and at this point your mind was fully disassociated. the words on the page were long past comprehension. the lyrics ringing strong in your ears.

trying hard to control my heart

i walk over to where you are

eye to eye, we need no words

your cheeks flush at the irony of the lyrics, the ballad reading you to absolute filth. steve had gotten you this tape as a friend, and here you were listening to it with him.

thinking of him.

somewhere deep down, you hoped he payed attention to the lyrics just as much as you did. maybe even picturing you with a softness in his heart. instead, you sit here content with the simple intimacy of him just being here with you. nothing promised.

you shake your head slightly as if to tumble the thought back into the crevice it came from.

steve notices. his focus on you never wavered, even after you looked away. he exhaled, a deep sigh leaving him, before pulling the book down and shutting it. “okay, either that book is interesting enough to make you look absolutely distraught or… something’s on your mind.”

his attention is fully on you now, any sort of distraction stripped from your hands and you had to answer for your behavior.

“you know you can always talk to me y/n. i mean, we’re best friends, no?” the words sting more than you would’ve liked. a sigh escapes your mouth and you finally bring yourself to truly look into his eyes for the first time tonight.

the deep brown of his eyes shone almost hazel under the illumination of your lamp. long eyelashes framing them perfectly, making him look close to angelic. the lyrics grow louder in your ear until it’s all you can hear.

touch me once, and you’ll know its true.

i’ve never wanted anyone like this

it’s all brand new

you’ll feel it in my kiss. i’m crazy for you.

his hand finds place on your arm, thumb gently rubbing back and forth attempting to bring a sense of ease. your breath hitches at the contact. you’re sure you’ll combust if you don’t look away within the next second.

but how can you bring yourself to turn away when he’s looking at you like that. his expression holding so much sincerity in every way that counts. like he’s begging you to let him in. and it’s taking everything in you to not succumb.

you can feel your resolve crumbling with every second.

sitting on your knees, you’re now fully facing him. heart beating so loud in your ears, your fingers tug at the edge of your shirt in attempt to keep you grounded.

you’re trying to find the right words. to have it done and over with or at least a believable enough excuse to get you out of this mess, but your throat tightens in response.

“i’m scared you’ll hate me.” steve swears he’s never heard you sound so vulnerable.

his face soften, sadness clear and settling into his features. “i could never hate you. why would you think that?”

“i dunno. you might after this.”

in an act of security, steve extended his pinky out to you, serious and sure. he adopted the act, after knowing how much it meant to you. you want to believe his certainty, but it’s hard when what you’re about to say more than crosses a boundary of safe return. “i pinky promise i will never hate you.”

the shake of your hand is prominent, yet you accept his plea. your pinky meets his, curling halfway to seal to the vow he made.

“i don’t know when… or how, but,” your eyes drop to where your pinkies are still interlinked, “i think-“

“i think i might like you, stevie.”

your voice is barely above a whisper. the weight of your words landing heavy and real. and when steve doesn’t speak, you’re prepared to take the hard rejection and apologize for your pathetic confession.

instead, a warm hand raises to cup your cheek and you close your eyes, leaning into it instinctively. even in your embarrassment, you cave into the gentleness of his touch.

steve angles your head up towards him, beckoning you to open your eyes and really see him. “y/n please look at me.”

and when you do, his eyes seemed to shine brighter than before. steve had already looked at you with such care since the day you first met, but now his face displayed a clear sign of utter adoration. the inner corners of his eyebrows raised in awe and the electricity that had already been bubbling beneath his touch is now great enough to short circuit your brain.

“i’ve probably waited my entire life to hear you say that.” he chuckled, releasing his hand to tuck a strand of hair carefully behind your ear. a breath you didn’t know you were holding in finally releases.

it was then you finally smiled, lips curling at the ends like you couldn’t stop hold back once you started.

“really?”

steve swore he saw your eyes quite literally twinkling with stars just looking at him and his heart pulled at him from the inside.

he leaned forward, inching closer almost as if to check if you were real. that this wasn’t a dream. his fingers traced against your cheek before placing a soft, stolen kiss against your lips. “yeah, really.”

the string that teetered on the edge of platonic and romantic feelings was finally severed. and for the first time, the comfortable space between you two morphed into something new. he’d waited this long to hold you like this. to have you like this. he’d die if he had to wait another moment to feel physically connected to you the same way he was emotionally.

steve carried you with ease from your position, just inches away from him, until you’re resting comfortably in his lap. your arm moves to snake over his shoulder, giving him a small squeeze of affection. the other raises to sweep a tuft of his chestnut hair from his eyes, before offering him another shy kiss to his cheek.

the dreamy melody of the song only makes the moment feel more magical. steve harrington—your steve—the boy who knew all your secrets, finally knew the deepest, darkest one of all.

a giddy look is plastered all over your face and you hum along to the remainder of the chorus.

it’s all brand new.

i’m crazy for you.

and you know it’s true.

i’m crazy, crazy for you.

“so is that why crazy for you has been on repeat for you for the past week? you must be so whipped for me.” steve quips, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

you gasp at his teasing remark, face turning beet red at how well he actually read you. you smack his hands trying to release yourself from his grip, shimmying away in false annoyance.

“shut up, harrington. i take back everything i said.”

“im kidding! but, for the record, i’m pretty crazy for you too.”

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steve harrington x stoner!gf — MDNI 18+

steve harrington’s reputation, to say the least, was the epitome of high school popularity. hawkins high’s former golden boy. star athlete. host of the largest house parties the student body had ever seen.

which is why it came as a shock when he admitted he never really smoked weed before you.

he indulged in the stereotypical, teen angst of cigarettes; only inhaling the ghost of a joint if anyone at his parties decided to bring one.

so naturally, you were excited to show him one of your favorite ways to decompress after a stressful week.

your bong sat in front of him, placed neatly next to the smell proof box containing your stash, various lighters, and a grinder. the glass was tinted pink with floral detailing embedded along the neck. the inside contained two separate chambers, which you explained was ample for an extra level of filtered airflow.

steve had never seen anything like it. he never pegged you for a smoker, your polished demeanor making him assume otherwise, let alone owning this... contraption. it was a bit intimidating, if he was being honest. but seeing you blissed out, eyes low and in a haze, after two bowls, had his interest piqued.

he loved to watch as your hands worked carefully to prepare the next bowl for him. each step done with such habitual grace, he almost forgot he was partaking in the taboo substance.

the water bubbled at the bottom and your eyes beckon him to inhale the cloud of smoke you pulled, just for him. his hand wraps around the neck. taking a small hit first just like you instructed.

the taste hit him first, herbal and gas-like compared to the cigarette smoke he was used to. the vapor crawling deep into his lungs, diffusing itself into his bloodstream like it belonged there.

the tingling started first in his chest, traveling up slowly until his head carried most of the weight.

steve soon understood what had you hooked to the activity. the stress of his workday was definitely way past his attention by now. food tasted incredible, even music sounded better. each bass and bump rumbled deep in his chest.

his body was slumped into the couch, snug right next to yours. your hand found its way to the base of his neck, manicured nails scratching lightly and combing through the grown out chestnut waves. a helpless noise escaping steve’s lips at the enhanced sensitivity.

he probably would’ve been embarrassed if he wasn’t in such a euphoric state. relaxed and with his perfect girl who takes care of him.

safe to say, this definitely became a weekly thing for the both of you.

#envy writes #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #i had fun writing about smoking weed

true by spandau ballet

little meowblurb abt our favorite puppy boy romantic!steve x reader. i <3 writing with songs in mind. cw: steve harrington x reader, established relationship, fluffffff, AFAB! reader, use of y/n

it was 12 A.M. as y/n and steve sat at the local grill & bar, watching a live band play as they ate dinner. she had brought him to meet her family for the first time, receiving lots of questions and congratulations when they heard she was finally dating someone.

a wave of tiredness swept over the two as they patiently waited for the band to finish up. the steady beats of true by spandau ballet playing in the background. y/n rested her head against the wall behind them, her eyes slowly drooping as she gradually became accustomed to the loud music.

so true, funny how it seems

always in time, but never in line for dreams

the brunette stared at his girlfriend with admiration as he studied her sleeping face carefully. how peaceful she looked when she wasn't cracking jokes and pretending to laugh at his. how she was still able to look so perfect without even trying.

head over heels when toe to toe

this is the sound of my soul

"what are you looking at?" she smiled, her eyes showing the same amount of affection as his when they fluttered open. she grabbed his hand in hers, moving closer to him as she tried to obtain his warmth.

this is the sound

"you just...," he paused searching for the right words, "look really cute when you're sleepy." he chuckled, looking down at the girl next to him; smiling to himself as she squeezed his hand and laid her head on his shoulder, nuzzling closer with every second that seemed to pass.

i bought a ticket to the world

looking up, y/n stared fixedly at the boy in front of her. inspecting every feature on his face. from the beauty marks that looked like the sun perfectly kissed his face. to the way his lips thinned out as well as his eyes whenever he smiled. and the length of hair that swept over his soft, brown eyes that only made him look more rugged than he actually was. the way he made her feel was so hard to comprehend, but all she knew was that he made her so happy and she never wanted to let go.

but now i've come back again

"stevie," she calls out, melting into his chocolate brown eyes with him turning to face her ever so slightly. he hummed in response as they stared at each other with a look so gentle and sweet as if each other were glass. a simple movement being able to break them altogether.

why do i find it hard to write the next line?

oh, i want the truth to be said.

"i love you."

"i love you too, sweetheart."

i know this much is true.

#envy writes #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff

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welcome to my virtual blog! the breeding post for purrsonline shitposting, random drabbles, and fanfiction galore.

name: envy :3 nd i go by they/them pronouns!!!

age: i’m 21, turning 22 in september!!! i’m also a virgo if that helps or shows hehehe

interests: 80s music/aesthetic/culture, stranger things! (+yaoi/yuri ships), beloved good boyfriend steve harrington, slenderverse, MARBLE HORNETS(!!!), marble hornets yaoi ships…, and ofc tim wright <3

at the moment, not on a posting schedule! i’ll write on my own time/leisurely, but I have been a bit busy after graduating! i’m looking to post little blurbs from time to time. I don’t have a lot to show for currently as i’m casually posting, but fear not! for i tend to reblog what i deem the cream of the crop fanfics as well mwuehehe

i hope you enjoy <3

masterlist:

☆ true by spandau ballet — s. harrington

☆ crazy for you — s. harrington

☆ sweetie pie boyfriend!steve harrington x reader

☆ hand kink w steve harrington

☆ steve harrington x stoner!reader

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