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Requests are open! And greatly appreciated! I only do characters not real ppl, feel free to request anything and i’ll decide if i’d like to write it, I’m pretty open to most requests so don’t be shy🙈, but also don’t feel hurt if I do not answer your request, I either (respectfully) do not want to do it, or i’m getting to it!

Also be descriptive on what your requests are and use proper grammar please!

New at this and learning as I go :)

MDNI 18+ blog

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- Steve Harrington 🫶🏻

🍨= my favs

One shots:

Steve makes it up to you

Steve begging you to sit on his face

Cockwarming with Steve 🍨

Quiet sex w Steve, (parents across the hall) 🍨

Steve x the polaroid of you in his wallet 🍨

Steve x polaroid of you pt2

Picnic date with Steve

Hawkins drive in 🍨

Breeding kink w Steve

Cum play ft steve’s tummy 🍨

Take the call

Play fighting gone sexual

Cockwarming with gamer Steve

Steve bending you over by the lake

Sleepy cockwarming

Steve Thoughts/blurbs:

Making out with Steve 🍨

Steve kink head canons

Steve and calling his girl “Honey” blurb 🍨

Baths with Steve

Gamer Steve

Beach days w Steve

Christmassy blurb

4/20 walk with Steve 🍨

Steve x tulips

Weighted blanket Steve

Steve X slapping

Dad Steve blurb

-Eddie Munson Thoughts/ blurbs

Best friend Eddie

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Take the call

Pairings: Steve Harringtons x female reader

Word count: 670

Warnings:P in v, unprotected, mutual masterbaition,

Summary: While Steve is buried inside of you he gets an important call from his boss, he takes it but the show must go on.

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It’s 7:15, the sun has just set, your back is to your boyfriend Steve’s mattress and he’s hovering over you, deep breaths and groan’s escaping his mouth as he pumps his cock deep into you, his hips moving at the perfect pace, your hips rocking with his, the bed frame slightly and quietly creaking to your rhythm. Everything’s perfect till the agonizing, blaring ring bursts it’s way through Steve’s landline. He doesn’t pause for even a second he just continues his pace, his lips finding your neck.

“don’t worry about it baby” he mumbles, placing kisses at the sweet spot of your neck,

“focus on me yeah?” he says, his fingers finding your clit to rub soft circles. After a few seconds the ringing stops… till only a few more seconds later the same ring blares through Steve’s room again. Once again he’s not phased, his mind is on you, he could care less about what’s beyond the other end of the phone. But you can’t help your thoughts, “what if it’s important?” you ask out to him, knowing he had missed important phone calls before because he was too busy pounding into you, and although your sweet Stevie assures you he rather be doing this than answering calls, you still feel at fault just a bit.

Eventually the ringing stops, of course only to pick back up again, blaring that familiar ring.

“You should answer it Stevie, could be for work” you give in, your soft eyes meeting his, a slight pout on your face. With a sigh he pulls out of you slowly, placing a kiss a top your forehead before quickly heading to his desk, picking up the phone and bringing it to his ear.

Steve mumbles nonsense across the other end, just by his tone you can tell it’s his boss calling about work. With a dramatic roll of his eyes Steve mouths “work”, exaggerating the words in annoyance, you can’t help but let out a giggle, eyes moving down his chest and waist where his hard cock sits, aching, begging to be back in you. It doesn’t help with the sight he has of you lying there spread across his mattress, legs open and waiting for him.

After a few minutes you can’t wait any longer and decide to take matters into your own hands, slowly inching your hand down till your fingers reach your clit to rub circles, causing you to moan which then causes you to place your palm over your mouth so his boss doesn’t hear. Steve’s eyes go wide once you reach your clit, eyes following your fingers before moving over to scan your whole body, he mumbles out careless answers and responses back to his boss not taking his eyes off of you for a second.

You sink two fingers in and pump them in and out, more moans escape your lips but you try your best to suppress them. He watches as you arch your back, his cock hurting, needing to be touched, instinctively he wraps his hand around his cock and moves it to glide over his tip, mouthed curse words fall out of him, his fingers grip the phone tighter and it presses even harder against his ear.

You’re feeling your climax build up, your pumping getting faster and faster, Steve’s grip on his cock tightens and he’s almost going the same pace as you.

His responses to the phone become almost incoherent, being said between groans as he tries to keep his composure.

“25th uhh… got it, yeah uh i’m writing it down” he speaks into the phone his head rolling back his hand still on his cock, he tries to keep his eyes on you the best he can but it’s just too much.

You’re so close, and you can tell Steve is too by the way his tummy is clenching and the pre cum leaking out of his tip. Finally the call comes to a end and Steve’s able to utter out a “Good Bye” to his boss , slamming the phone back down and at the same time you two reach your orgasm, letting it over take you completely, hot cum shooting out of Steve. Now able to make as much noise as you please you let out cries of Steve’s name, and in an instance Steve is crawling up the bed to hover over you, hands instantly finding your skin, his lips instantly finding yours as he plops his weight down on you, allowing your legs and arms to wrap around him, as he takes you in.

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I NEED A PART TWO TO THE POLAROID FIC WHERE STEVE HAS ANOTHER POLAROID OF READER but this time she’s getting herself off in the picture

Ask and you shall receive

I switched it up a little and made them (temp) exes

Warnings: Strong description of male masturbation, slight description of female reader masturbation and picture of reader.

Word count: 600

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Polaroid part 1

Days apart

Steve and you have been broken up for a total of 3 days, Steve was sure you guys would be back together again and all in the world would be well, but it’s been radio silence from you, and Steve found himself left home alone in his empty house again. But this time he couldn’t muster up the courage to call you up again and fix things, so he’s left sitting in his desk chair. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t feel the way his cock has been missing you, threatening to jump out of his jeans and crawl to you.

He can’t take it anymore and eventually he digs through his drawer and pulls out an old magazine worn at the edges and begins to flip through the pages till he finds something he likes, or, at least something to help get his mind off of you.

Amidst the flipping he spots between another two pages, a single stray polaroid of you, he pauses and grabs it, discarding the magazine to the floor, brining the polaroid closer so he can evaluate it.

He scans the polaroid, noticing how your back is to your pillows and how you angled the camera just right so it shows between your legs, two of your own fingers inserted deep into your cunt, your pink lips open slightly in a moan.

Steve’s face flushes red and his eyes widen a little as if the item in his hand was a long lost treasure.

Shit- to him it was.

Steve’s grip on the polaroid tightens and he removes his pants and boxers with one hand, and holds the picture with the other, he kicks his pants and boxers off his legs and slowly frees his heavy cock. The tension was so built up, that there is precum already coating his tip, he uses that as lubricant and slowly slides his palm all the way down his shaft. He leaned his head back, a low groan escaping his lips as if it were almost painful for him.

“Fuuuuuuck” he says, the word stretching out as if it would ease the moment’s intensity. A shuddering breath escaping his lips afterwards.

He pumps his cock again, squeezing slightly when he reaches the base of his tip, only to drag his palm back down and up again creating a rhythm.

He takes in the polaroid more, his eyes meet your slightly open mouth and in his euphoria he swears he can almost hear your soft moans and whimpers of his name, he can hear the echo of the sweet wet sounds your pussy makes as it takes your fingers in and out, he imagines how good it would feel for his cock to replace your fingers and fuck into your perfect pussy instead. And he knows with these thoughts, he won’t last much longer.

As he picks up the pace his moans fall out in a rhythmic pattern, each one rising and falling with his breaths. His large bicep flexes with each thrust and his back pushes into the chair.

He takes in the photo even more, thrusting to the thought of you touching yourself to him like he’s doing to you right now. How you went out of your way to place a photo like this in his room without him knowing and how oh so very great full he is for it this very moment. Whether you’re his ex or not.

With each stroke his breathe quickened, tension building up all around him till finally he was able to release it, thick and warm cum shooting out of him as he lets out a moan loud enough to make up for the 3 days you’ve been apart. His thrusts become slow as he tries to calm his breathing, streams of cum dripping onto his fist that grips his cock. He wouldn’t have this problem if he were with you, because if he were with you right now he’d make sure every last drop of him made it inside of you instead. Once he’s calmed down he looks at the phone on his wall, then back to the mess he created, then back to the phone, within seconds he lifts to his feet and makes it over to the phone to dial in your number.

a/n thank you for the request :) i’m sorry it took a couple days to respond!

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Steve loves filling you up with cum when you leave the house. He loves pulling your pants down, only to stuff his cock into you thrusting before he release a huge load of cum inside you pushing extra deep so it’s in there for good. Steve loves moving your panties to the side and bending you over his countertop real quick, and cumming in you before you have to leave. And oh you best believe he loves pulling your panties right back up for you with a cocky smile and a cheeky slap to your ass, his cum dripping out of you the second you step foot out the door. He gets hard on just the thought of sending you off on your own with his semen falling out and soaking into your panties the rest of the day, ever so subtly reminding you of him.

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Horny little sleepy dreamy cockwarming blurb for ya folks with a little hint of breath play (asphyxiation play)

btw they are spooning

You lay on your side Steve’s muscular chest pressed to your bare back, his head cradled on the soft pillow you two share. His left hand scooped under you, coming up to cup your boob while holding you close, his right hand tight around your belly his warm touch lingers on your skin. The day was long but it finally ended and you two tiredly made your way to his bed exhausted. Both silently stripping to only your underwear finally relived to settle down skin to skin.

You both had planned to sleep but with you grinding your ass onto steve’s bulge mixed with his hand squeezing your breast and his other hand roaming over your thighs, your tummy, to your ass, occasionally lifting his hand to lay a firm soft smack to it, before grabbing your hips and pulling you back to him, caused you both to enter a almost synchronized play.

His hands roaming as you grind into him heavy breaths leaving his mouth, as you let out small hums, steve’s breath hot behind you. You feel as he pulls your panties to the side, your ass impulsively shifting towards his groin a desperate plea towards him. He slides his boxers down allowing his tip to poke your entrance, his arms tightening around you in a bear hug, your legs and feet interwining as he spoons you, his cock sliding up closer towards your clit before he moves his hips back, pushing his cock into your hole. He squeezes you and praises you for taking him like this, you wince and moan but relax once his cock stills in you, you shut your eyes, your limbs feel heavy but in the best way, everything slows down and thoughts start to blur at the edges.

You lay there on the verge of sleep, but obviously your body has different ideas as you automatically and slowly push your ass against his body, his thick cock getting harder and harder at any sudden movement.

He moves the hand that cups your boob and wraps it around your neck, squeezing lightly as he starts to thrust his cock into you without warning. You move both your hands up towards your neck, wrapping your fingers around his, squeezing down around his fingers, a signal for him to squeeze even tighter, he matches your grip, squeezing your neck, just how you wanted it, almost cutting off oxygen. It feels euphoric, your head starting to feel light the already dark room getting darker mixed with your already sore cunt, getting sorer each thrust steve gives you.

He releases his hand, allowing you a deep intake of breath through your nose and out your mouth, at the same time he stops thrusting but makes sure to leave his cock in you and pulls you closer his cock setting still in you again, your bodies immediately going back to the relaxed state you both were previously in.

You start to drift into sleep, your skin warm against steve’s bedsheet, his warm body pressed into you, your cunt gripping him like it never wants to let go, his cock throbbing inside of you. It’s only a couple relaxed minutes till you push back onto him again, his cock immediately twitches inside of you at the sudden movement his body curling around yours, you wince and moan at the same time as your cunt readjusts to his size you feel so close to him, you feel so safe and full, connecting your bodies in a different way than just sex. You two desperately needed this after an intense argument brewed hours before and petty distance was the result but this current moment of closeness and intimacy binds you back together.

His hand finds its way to your throat again squeezing hard just right, your mind drawing a blank in pure bliss, it’s like a dream, his hips moving forward to help himself breach fully into you allowing enough space to fuck into you, your pussy hugging him back as it hits deep inside of you pumping in and out. He abruptly stops pumping into you, removing his hand from your neck, and grabbing your body to pull you closer to him, your legs and feet intertwining, you take a deep inhale as he stills, you both allow your bodies to settle into the night again.

a/n

Got a boyfriend and disappeared for a couple months only to come on here at work and drop this masterpiece, manifestation must be real because my bf fucks me just how i used to write steve so you will be seeing alot more from me cause he gives me inspo and he doesn’t even know it lolzzzzz

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Steve who thinks every Christmas decor in a 2 foot radius means mistletoe and he’s demanding a kiss from you that second.

A small green wreath with red holly berries and random christmas bows decorating it hangs over a door way? Steve is immediately stopping you so you’re both under it “mistletoe.” he says, lips pressed together his finger pointing up at it “we have to kiss.” “Stevie that’s not how it works” you say with a giggle “prettyyyyyy sure it is…” he reply’s and before you can respond his hands are cupping your face and he’s leaning in so his lips can meet yours.

Big red bow hanging on a wall? “babe look” Steve says pointing at it “you know what that means” and he’s already pulling you in gently to give you your “mistletoe” kiss.

Merry Christmas guys :)

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imagine Steve dragging you to this secluded area by the lake almost completely enclosed by trees, short dark green grass and dirt surrounded the area, right by a little makeshift dock, large trees hung over the area, enclosing you two within the lake and its nature. Resting along the side of a tree sits two old tin mental paddle boats, bined together for storage. Steve pushes your stomach against one of the boats, bending you over it. Pulling down your pants “my sweet girl give me that pussy” he demands gently, sliding his cock into you, it’s so wet and warm and you have no struggle taking him as he starts to mumble out ‘oh my gods’ while worshipping how you look to him, he immediately begins thrusting, his hands gripping your hips, your ass clapping into him as he fucks your from the back against the boat, he reaches his hands up your torso and your chest, grabbing you tightly his big hands and arms smothering you closely as he fucks into you , it’s not long till he gets you to cum, then finally he cums, leaving it in to fill you up, only to pull your panties and jeans up, buckling and zipping them too for his babygirl, before laying a gentle slap to your ass and saying “let’s get out of here”, and you have to walk around with his cum dripping from you.

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Dad Steve who leaves to go grocery shopping with his little girl and can’t help but return home with a new baby doll or a new barbie his little girl just have to have.

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I can’t belive we saw Steve Harringtons dad, you’re telling me THE Mr.Harrington?? The man who grounded Steve for three whole months because Steve took his 1985 Mercedes-Benz 560 for a joyride around Hawkins with you as passenger, who btw references his own high school ‘glory days’ as if they were the Olympics. The SAME man who made fun of steve’s hair once and created a five-year personality crisis. The man who also called him “Steven” like it was a punishment.

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༉‧₊˚. Simon Riley giving reader aftercare cw// just soft fluff ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𐙚 Simon Riley has always been rough during sex especially since he knew that you, his sweet little dovie loved it rough. Loved to be roughly fucked and marked up by him and he always obeyed to your wishes and desires and after the passionate sex he always cared for his luvie.

Just like today, you’re laying panting on the mattress, totally spent from the intense session of pleasure. The usually neat sheets are messed up under you, damp with sweat and your mixed juices. you can still feel him, feel the shape of his thick cock inside you, every inch, every vein and his cum dripping out of your puffy pussy.

The marks on your thighs still feel hot and your voice is fully hoarse from screaming. Simon’s calloused hand brushes gently over your sweaty body, rough fingers gliding over every mark he left, every claim he made.

"are ya feelin' okay ma love?"

“yea, just… sore.”

"'m sorry if I was too rough wit-"

"Don't be, I loved every second of it si"

"I’m glad swee'heart"

A gruff chuckle rumbles from his throat, as he leans down to place a soft kiss on your mouth. He walks away from the bed and heads into the bathroom, you hear the rustle of cloth and the sound of water running. When he returns, it’s with a warm washcloth that's soft and damp, he gently strokes the cloth between the sore spot between you legs

He cleans you up with rare gentleness that's only reserved for his sweet birdie. He wipes away the mess of him that's still leaking from your filled sore cunt as he gives you a glass of water. When he’s done, he tosses the cloth aside and pulls you into his arms, drawing up the blankets around the both of you as he kisses your forehead. His hand cradles the back of your head, the other tracing lazy circles over your back.

"You were perfect tonight luvie, took everything like a good lil girl."

You didn’t reply, just nuzzling closer into his hard chest as your eyes flutter shut. He kisses your temple again, holding you tighter as he thinks about how lucky he is to have you by his side.

"I love you luvie, you belong t'me and I belong t'you. Forever."

@sidollie

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a/n: i've never written fluff before, hope you guys like it @corvid007

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Simon “Ghost” Riley sat near the far end of the bar, his large frame draped in a black hoodie. His hood was up, hiding his figures and casting a shadow in the dim light to the point where only his eyes were visible.

Sat in front of him was a round glass with a neat pour of whiskey, no garnish, just the whiskey in its purest form. He tipped the glass back, savoring the burn as it slid down his throat, the familiar warmth settling in his chest.

His attention wandered to the rest of the bar. The chatter of patrons blended into a hum, but his mind wasn't really on the noise. He wasn’t here to socialize. He preferred the silence, the solitude.

On another hand he took a glance at his surroundings, to his left, Gaz was leaning in, his voice low and confident as he talked to a girl, throwing a few well-timed smirks her way. To his right, Soap and Price were engaged in a seemingly well conversation the tension from one of this week’s jobs seemed to slowly loosen from their shoulders.

Simons gaze lazily shifted around, scanning the familiar faces he seems to see every time the 141 comes here. And that’s when he spots you. It wasn’t immediate, at first, he only noticed the way you moved- like you didn’t quite belong in a place like this.

You sat towards the opposite end of the bar, a carefully crafted cocktail in front of you, something strong but with a touch of sweetness, maybe a whiskey based old fashion? Simon assumed, though he hadn’t seen you take a sip yet. There was no rush, no sense of urgency in your actions, just an undeniable air of calm around you, like the world had somehow paused just for you.

You shift in your seat and Simon snaps out of the trance you unknowingly put him in, diverting his gaze back to his glass. His finger absently toying with the rim, you were pretty, there was something about your purity, just like the whiskey in front of him, no frills, no pretenses. You weren’t here to impress anyone, nor were you hiding behind a front. You just were. In a way Simon respected, even through the layers of his mask.

Simon lifted his glass, tilting his head back to take another gulp, as he placed his glass back on the bar top he couldn’t help but steal another glance at you, drawn at the way you sipped your drink, the way your lips parted as you spoke to the bartender. His gaze lingered for a few moments longer, just enough for you to glance over his way, your eyes meeting in a breif silent acknowledgment. You looked away first but not before simon’s breath caught in his chest.

Simon tried his best to focus on the conversation being had next to him, but it was no use. His mind kept drifting back to you.

You didn’t seem to be aware of the way his attention shifted towards you again and again, but then, as if on cue, Simon watched you turn, your eyes finding his for a brief instant before you quickly looked down again. But Simon didn’t look away. It was subtle, a quiet exchange but meant something more to Him.

Soap nudged Simon, jolting him out of his thoughts and forcing him to loo k away.

“Oi, Ghost, you look like you’re about to burn a hole in the poor lass over there.”

Simon grunted, his gaze snapping quickly back to his drink “just having a quite one” he muttered

“Maybe she noticed you staring, what’s the harm in a little chat, eh?”

Simon didn’t answer. He couldn’t. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something that kept pulling his attention back. Simon wasn’t a man who usually got caught up in thoughts like these. Hell, he spent years burying that side of him through combat.

Then without warning you stood. Simons eyes followed you as you pushed in the bar stoll, unsure whether to look away or to continue watching. You were headed to the door, moving with the same grace that had first caught his attention. And just before you dissapred into the night, you turned your head, eyes meeting his once more, a smile playing at the edges of your lips before you shut the bar door behind you.

For the first time in a long while, Simon allowed himself to believe in the possibility of something more than the shadows he usually lived in.

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Wallet Polaroid

Summary: Steve Harrington is home alone, not knowing what to do since you’re busy, suddenly he remembers a picture of you tucked away in his wallet, he uses it and jeez does it get the job done.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Word count: 500

Warnings: MNDNI 18+, male masterbation, descriptive language, polaroid of readers boobs

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Steve is sprawled across his bed, a tennis ball in hand as he throws it up in the air, catching it and throwing it up again. He tried everything to rid his boredom, went swimming in his pool, smoked a joint, tried to call you, to which you didn’t answer, took a shower and made some food, tried to call you again…to which you didn’t answer.

He knew earlier you told him you’d be busy tonight, but that didn’t stop him from calling you a third time that night, once again not getting an answer :/, with a roll of his eyes and a heavy pout on his face, he places the phone back on the wall, feet bringing him to his bed, his back hitting it as he flops down, letting out a heavy sigh.

It’s not till he gets reminded of the one thing he didn’t try tonight… he rises to his legs and begins to make his way to a pair of jeans discarded on his floor, he picks them up, searching his pockets till he finds his leather wallet, hands flicking it open, finger tips searching the compartments till he finds it, the dim light of the room reflecting off a shiny polaroid. His cock practically jumps beneath his boxers as he pulls out a polaroid of you, aching at the sight.

You hold the camera angled at your chest, dressed in a small light pink tank top, one of Steve’s favorite that you wear, it’s bunched up and sitting perfectly over your tits, your free hand propping them up with a soft squeeze.

He can feel his hard cock throbbing, the tension begging to be released, he feels his cheeks get red as he takes in the picture, his wallet dropping to his floor as he grips the polaroid between his fingers, carefully he sets it on the dresser in front of him, his hands moving to remove his boxers, they drop to his feet and he kicks them off, his cock springing free.

Right next to the picture is a bottle of lotion, he uses a squirt to lubricant his hand before quickly wrapping his fingers over his length, spreading the lotion down his shaft, a moan escaping as he grazes his red tip, his other hand grabbing the polaroid once again.

As he scans the polaroid he can’t help but notice how soft your nipples look, so pink and plush, ready to be licked and sucked by him. He runs his fist up and down his shaft, squeezing softly, pre cum dribbling out of his tip, he moves his hand up to swipe it away, gracefully moving over his slit, releasing a heavy groan from him.

As he stares at the picture, he imagines your hand squeezing your tits to show them off to him, imaging how good it would feel to squeeze your tits together and place his cock perfectly between them, grinding his hips so he can fuck them. He hears the pretty sounds of your moans caused by him, he feels the softness of your skin, the sweet smell of your hair, it’s all enough to send him overboard.

He pumps his hand faster on his cock, whiny moans fall between his lips, the sound of his hand moving up and down him is prominent in his room, his mind can’t help but to wonder beyond the picture, how just below the frame you sit in panties, your wet cunt waiting for his thick member to fill you up, your legs resting against the soft sheets in your bed, the bed he gets to fuck you in, the bed where you take polaroids of yourself for him! And for him to use in this exact way.

Deep grunts fall out as he gets closer and closer, unable to deny it any longer, his grip on his cock tightening as his orgasm tumbles out of him cum shooting from him. All sorts of noises fall out of him, pathetic groans and whimpers, any curse word you can think of. He imagines you finishing with him, how your face would be flushed with a red tint, your eyes squeezing shut as you moan his name, how he would pull out and cum all over your tits, still pumping and squeezing so that every drop falls out of him and he’s completely drained by you. He finally calms his breathing, eyes still on the picture, taking it in, he lets out a sigh as he painfully pulls his eyes away from the picture to look down at the mess he’s made, the mess you made him make, his cock limp and tired, his tip red and wet. He bends down to pick up his wallet, tucking the picture back where it belongs so he can use it for next time, before moving to clean up the mess.

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I NEED A PART TWO TO THE POLAROID FIC WHERE STEVE HAS ANOTHER POLAROID OF READER but this time she’s getting herself off in the picture

Ask and you shall receive

I switched it up a little and made them (temp) exes

Warnings: Strong description of male masturbation, slight description of female reader masturbation and picture of reader.

Word count: 600

Masterlist

Polaroid part 1

Days apart

Steve and you have been broken up for a total of 3 days, Steve was sure you guys would be back together again and all in the world would be well, but it’s been radio silence from you, and Steve found himself left home alone in his empty house again. But this time he couldn’t muster up the courage to call you up again and fix things, so he’s left sitting in his desk chair. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t feel the way his cock has been missing you, threatening to jump out of his jeans and crawl to you.

He can’t take it anymore and eventually he digs through his drawer and pulls out an old magazine worn at the edges and begins to flip through the pages till he finds something he likes, or, at least something to help get his mind off of you.

Amidst the flipping he spots between another two pages, a single stray polaroid of you, he pauses and grabs it, discarding the magazine to the floor, brining the polaroid closer so he can evaluate it.

He scans the polaroid, noticing how your back is to your pillows and how you angled the camera just right so it shows between your legs, two of your own fingers inserted deep into your cunt, your pink lips open slightly in a moan.

Steve’s face flushes red and his eyes widen a little as if the item in his hand was a long lost treasure.

Shit- to him it was.

Steve’s grip on the polaroid tightens and he removes his pants and boxers with one hand, and holds the picture with the other, he kicks his pants and boxers off his legs and slowly frees his heavy cock. The tension was so built up, that there is precum already coating his tip, he uses that as lubricant and slowly slides his palm all the way down his shaft. He leaned his head back, a low groan escaping his lips as if it were almost painful for him.

“Fuuuuuuck” he says, the word stretching out as if it would ease the moment’s intensity. A shuddering breath escaping his lips afterwards.

He pumps his cock again, squeezing slightly when he reaches the base of his tip, only to drag his palm back down and up again creating a rhythm.

He takes in the polaroid more, his eyes meet your slightly open mouth and in his euphoria he swears he can almost hear your soft moans and whimpers of his name, he can hear the echo of the sweet wet sounds your pussy makes as it takes your fingers in and out, he imagines how good it would feel for his cock to replace your fingers and fuck into your perfect pussy instead. And he knows with these thoughts, he won’t last much longer.

As he picks up the pace his moans fall out in a rhythmic pattern, each one rising and falling with his breaths. His large bicep flexes with each thrust and his back pushes into the chair.

He takes in the photo even more, thrusting to the thought of you touching yourself to him like he’s doing to you right now. How you went out of your way to place a photo like this in his room without him knowing and how oh so very great full he is for it this very moment. Whether you’re his ex or not.

With each stroke his breathe quickened, tension building up all around him till finally he was able to release it, thick and warm cum shooting out of him as he lets out a moan loud enough to make up for the 3 days you’ve been apart. His thrusts become slow as he tries to calm his breathing, streams of cum dripping onto his fist that grips his cock. He wouldn’t have this problem if he were with you, because if he were with you right now he’d make sure every last drop of him made it inside of you instead. Once he’s calmed down he looks at the phone on his wall, then back to the mess he created, then back to the phone, within seconds he lifts to his feet and makes it over to the phone to dial in your number.

a/n thank you for the request :) i’m sorry it took a couple days to respond!

Masterlist

[forevermoreharrington]

steve dating a hopeless romantic <3 someone who just falls for him and falls for him hard, he's so used to being the 'more in love' one, it completely floors him that his girl is obsessed with him, that she calls him pretty and plays with his hair, that she gets excited when he plans dates and surprises, she's not hesitant or unsure about him, he knows she loves him and he doesn't have to worry that he's 'too much' for her, he gets to be his romantic self, stealing kisses and staying on the phone too late, making plans and buying flowers, they're quiet nauseating if he's honest, but he doesn't really care, he wants her to be all over him, he wants to be always touching or holding hands, he wants her to call and say she misses him after only an hour of being apart, steve just falls hard, he's so meant to be a boyfriend it's stupid, and he's good at it too, according to his girlfriend, 'the best' <3

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Best friend Eddie Munson thoughts cause i could use a bsf eddie rn:

Ways your best friend Eddie would cheer you up on a bad day

Would sit and listen to music with you in complete silence cause just his presence makes you feel better.

Would show up to ur house w a vinyl or cd you’ve been wanting, or a special made mixtape for you.

Will find something risky and dangerous for you two to do, the adrenaline makes you to take your mind off things.

Will distract you by just rambling nonsense stories on and on, (definitely paces around the room while doing so had has dramatic hand gestures)

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Slapping x Steve thoughts under the cut

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Steve who teasingly slaps ur ass when you walk by him, earning a gasp and the drag of his name “Steveeee”

Steve who slaps your ass anytime you happen to bend down in front of him plus adding in a squeeze

Steve who blows small slaps to your ass in doggy style

or Steve who’s pounding into you and lays a small slap to your clit

orrrr steve who slowly drags his cock out of you only to slap it against your pussy 🫠 his hung heavy cock weighing down on your clit

orrrrrrr Steve who softly slaps your face as he’s pounding into your cunt, telling you how bratty you were all day and how his cum is gonna make you feel all better

[y-ckysstuff]

I love the head cannon that Ghost likes to stare a lot. Not at anything in particular, just staring.

Then he realizes that he really likes staring at you. He's fucking you in missionary, basically rocking both of your bodies and the bed with each deep and heavy thrust, putting his body weight into it. He's got his large hands planted beside your head, maybe your legs clenching on and off his hips as he thrusts.

Between your moaning and his fat dick making your pussy drool, you don't notice him staring into your face, huffing and groaning every now and then but otherwise quiet.

Between your moaning and crying about how good he feels, grasping onto his thick wrists for support as he pounds, you finally acknowledge him staring into your eyes.

"S... Simon?" You say breathlessly, being a little confused.

He stares a little longer before realizing what he's doing and shakes out of it, leaning down so your faces are right against each other, but not quite touching, slowing his thrusts down into a deeper, more loving pace, "You're fuckin' beautiful..." He whispers.

He captures your lips before you respond, not that you could with the way he's fucking and loving you.

His thrusts get sloppier, still deep and hard, his tongue intertwining with yours messily. You couldn't believe how much you turned him on by just being looked at.

Nor could he, yet here he was, groaning as one thick hand wrapped around the back of your neck, kissing you harder as he cums ropes inside of you.

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