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Private Eyes

Steve Harrington x Femreader (friends to lovers- REQUESTED!!)

Rating: Mature (18+)

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summary: You and your best friend go back to his house after a long day at Family Video to unwind, Steve finally makes a move.

word count: 6.6k

Warnings: ABSOLUTELY NSFW/SMUT, cusring, drug use, reader has a knife & spit kink AND a DDLG kink, fingering, oral (m&f), knife play, dom/sub overtones, protected p in v sex, some fluff, as always it ends really sweet and cute. This is filthy though, we love Daddy Steve

WN: I have been working out the kinks with this one for a bit, trying to get it just right but I'm finally satisfied enough with it to post for all my lil peaches <3 I also wanna thank the person who requested this!!! Gave me a few more ideas for dominate Steve.

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It was a particularly long day at Family Video and all you and Steve wanted to do was go back to his house and smoke all of your stress away. 

Robin had been on vacation all week which meant that you had to cover all her shifts; Though you didn't mind, not really. It gave you more time to spend with Steve, even if he was kind of a pain in the ass to work with sometimes.

 “Buckley owes us big time covering for her like this.” you groaned, flopping down on Steve’s bed and stretching your arms out on the duvet. Steve drops down beside you, equally as dramatic and chuckled. 

“Oh, is working with me so bad? Rather be on shift with creepy Keith and his Darth Vader breathing?”  he jokes, nudging you gently with his shoulder. You roll over and grin, giving him a little shove. 

“Well, when you put it like that” you tease, laughing quietly. Steve sits up and looks at you properly and it makes your heart stutter in your chest, his eyes meeting yours as he smiles. 

You’d thought about Steve romantically a few times, couldn't dare to count the number of times he'd crossed your mind whenever you'd play with yourself but you'd never dare to admit it. Especially not to Steve, your best friend. 

“Oh really? That heavy breathing makes you hot? The Cheeto dust stained on his fingers?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Ugh I hate you so much right now.” you say with mock seriousness, shoving him with your good arm. He chuckles again and lays back down next to you, his head resting on your arm.

 “aw, I love you too.” he says jokingly, brushing the hair out of your face. There was silence for a few moments before you decided to break it. 

“What are we doing tonight?” you ask, turning onto your side and watching him closely. He turns his head to look at you, his gaze softening.

 “21 Jump Street?” he suggests, leaning up on his palms on the mattress. 

You nod watching as he stands up to grab the remote from the top of his Tv and pull a joint from his nightstand. 

“Got this from Jonathan, something called Purple Palm Tree Delight.”  he explains, lighting the joint and bringing it to his lips as he sat back down. 

You watched, entranced as he brought the end to his mouth and blew out the smoke, his hand falling to his lap.

Your heart started beating faster as he turned back to you and leaned forward, placing the blunt between your lips.  

Your breath caught in your throat as he moved closer, his face mere inches from yours.

 “Easy, easy! calm down Cheech, Jesus.” he laughs, pulling the joint away from your lips and reaching back to ash it.  

You could feel your cheeks flushing as he sat back again, his hands resting in his lap. 

You felt your heartbeat return to its usual rhythm. “Sorry” you muttered, sitting up straighter as he shook his head, smiling.

  “No need to be sorry.” he said softly, “Just don't want you to get the spins is all.”  He teased, causing you to laugh lightly.  You scooted back until you were laying against the headboard and smiled at him.

 “I think I can handle myself, thank you very much.” You joke and he laughs with you, leaning back into the pillows and passing the joint back to you before turning the TV on. 

Most nights you spent with Steve like this, so close you were touching and it made your heart race rapidly against your ribcage. You’d thought about making a move, just putting yourself out there, holding his hand, something, but settled on resting your head on his shoulder; Excusing it as trying to see the TV a little better but he knew better. He was your best friend after all; 

Steve knew you like the back of his hand, knew what you liked and how you needed to be touched or held. 

It was an unspoken rule that whenever either one of you needed comfort or solace in general you would seek each other out, not that either of you minded. If anything it was nice to just relax together. But this was different. 

This wasn't just being friends or anything you two had gone through; You'd both been crushing on each other since high school but had never dared to act upon it until now. 

You’d also both had flings here and there but nothing too serious. Nothing serious besides your three month long relationship with Billy Hargrove. The only reasoning was to piss Steve off;  Billy always got under Steve's skin. 

The guy was a prick but he certainly fucked you in a way that made you ache with need all over; but he wasn't Steve. It’d kinda become competition to see how hot and bothered you could make each other too, telling Steve all about the kinky shit Billy was into; Knife play, spitting in your mouth, fucking you like a ragdoll and not to mention the heavy dominance Billy used with you. 

Steve at the time was ‘in love’ with Nancy Wheeler, spending all his time following her around like a lost puppy dog but when he found out about Jonathan, he completely shut down. At the time you'd barely see each other but in passing at school, so much as Nancy wasn't sucking him like a leech by her locker; but when Steve came to your door, beaten to hell with tears in his eyes, you knew immediately that this had to change. 

Steve didn't cry and it broke your heart to see him hurting so badly.  And though you knew he'd eventually forgive Jonathan– it took months before the bruises stopped showing and you weren't entirely sure what was going on between Steve and Nancy but that was irrelevant now. 

“Hey! Did you hear me?” Steve asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You looked over to see him frowning slightly.

“Uh no, what did you say?” you asked, taking another drag of the joint, trying not to cough.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Are you listening to me or spacing out?” 

“I'm always listening to you.” you scoffed, smirking as Steve shoved your shoulder lightly.

“Alright smart ass.” he laughed, “Anyway,  I asked if you wanted to stay here? We could watch a movie or something. Might have some popcorn.”

His eyes sparkled hopefully and you couldn't help but smile, feeling warm at the prospect of spending the rest of the evening with Steve.

 He seemed so relaxed and happy and you loved it. “Yeah, absolutely.” You perked up, watching as Steve stood up and walked over to his closet.

 “Want a shirt to sleep in?” He chimes from across the room.

  You followed suit standing up and walking over behind him, his arm went around you mindlessly securing you to his side.

“I have a couple sweaters you could look through.”  he suggested, rummaging through his closet while you stayed pressed against him. 

“What about the yellow one?” you suggested softly, after all it was your favorite one to see him in.  

He looked at you then, a surprised expression on his face as he pulled the shirt out from inside his wardrobe. He'd worn it the first time you met, when you'd bumped into him in the hall at school. 

“That's.. that's actually my favorite shirt you know.” he said, looking away quickly and blushing slightly. You grinned widely.

 “Yeah?” you mumbled, stepping closer to him.

“Yeah... um I mean...” he trailed off nervously,  glancing at you before looking back down at the shirt in his hands. “I was wearing it when we met, remember? I-um.. it reminds me of you.” he said, clearing his throat as he looked back up at you, a small blush rising on his cheeks.

You couldn't help but stare at him for a moment. His face was dusted pink and he wore a look of shyness which made your heart thump harder in your chest. He looked so cute and vulnerable when he was embarrassed, it was such a rare occurrence and it warmed your heart. 

You leaned forwards, gently taking the shirt from him, your eyes roaming over his features as you inspected the shirt. You bit your lip softly and ran a finger over the fabric, remembering every single detail of his appearance on that day and the many times you saw it since. 

 You could feel your heart pounding even more than before; you tried so hard to control yourself, knowing full well how much Steve wanted you to be the one who initiated anything physical. 

You could feel yourself getting flushed as your fingers ghosted across his chest, running them down his stomach and coming to rest on his hips. 

“Funny, cause it's my favorite too.” you murmured, biting your lip slightly as he glanced down at your hand and raised an eyebrow. 

“Yours too huh?” he replied, his voice low. You nodded quickly. “Then why don't you keep it. It’ll look cuter on you anyways.” He reaches out and hands it to you with a shy grin plastered on his face. 

You give him an expectant look before he realizes you want him to turn around so you can get changed. 

“Oh right, duh. Sorry.” he stammers, quickly turning around to face the corner of his room. 

You strip off your work clothes and slip Steve's sweater over your head and pull your hair from under the collar before flattening it to your sides. You slide your jeans off just leaving you in a pair of tiny blue lace panties with different pastel flowers embroidered in the front. 

Steve’s sweater was big enough that it ended just short of your mid-thigh keeping you covered but not completely; you'd usually wear shorts but it was particularly warm in his room tonight so you decided to ditch them. 

“You can look now, Stevie.” you called as you sat on the edge of the bed, nervously toying with the hem of the sweater.

“Okay.” he muttered, turning around slowly, his eyes locked on your figure, a slight smirk playing on his lips as they roamed over your body before stopping at your bare legs. 

 You bit your lip and looked down at your knees smiling to yourself; Steve had been staring at your legs more often than not lately, he didn't seem to realize but he was doing something strange with his jaw;  

His teeth were clenched tightly and his fists were balled at his side, his knuckles white from the pressure he was exerting on them. 

He’d thought about what it might be like to run his tongue along your legs, he’d imagined kissing the curve of your inner thighs, dipping lower…  God he felt so horny right now.

“So? What do you think?” you asked in a tiny voice, suddenly feeling so small as he stood before you licking his lips. 

The way you were leaning back on the mattress, your palms pressing into the comforter as you looked up at him with heavy lids, you looked like something straight out of a playboy  magazine.

Steve swallowed hard and his gaze moved down to the exposed skin of your stomach and thighs before lifting back up to meet your eyes again. “You look beautiful.” he breathed quietly, a soft smile spreading across his lips. 

Your heart started beating faster at his words and you gave him a crooked grin before reaching over, grabbing one of the pillows beside you and tossing it at him playfully.

 “Alright now, this hardly seems fair. Get changed, Harrington.” you smirk, watching as he raises his hands  in mock surrender and walks over to his closet.  

Once he leaves your sight you drop down onto the mattress again, lying back and rolling onto your side to stare into the distance. 

You're pretty sure you've never felt this nervous. You can sense a change in the air, maybe it was the weed helping you both be more bold  but you honestly can't tell. 

Your stomach churns with anxiety and you find your breathing becoming shallow. But you push those feelings aside because now is not the time to worry about shit like that;

 You sit back up and see Steve pulling his shirt over his broad shoulders and drops it on the floor beside him while he rummages through the dresser drawers.

Your breath hitches when you notice how good he looks in those faded jeans that clung tightly to his thighs and butt. 

You've seen him in jeans before but somehow they seem even sexier when he’s shirtless. He peers back over his shoulder at you and snickers before turning around to face you. 

“Enjoying the view?”  he jokes, winking cheekily.

You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless, “Shut up and go get some pajamas on, dickwad.” you tease, throwing the pillow at him which this time he dodges. He laughs softly before disappearing into his bathroom and shutting the door behind him. 

After a few minutes Steve emerges from behind the bathroom door in only a pair of dark grey sweatpants that rest just below his belly button.  

 holy shit does he look hot.

“Are these okay?” he asks, holding up his arms, a smug look on his face. You nod wordlessly, your eyes glued to the muscles flexing under his pale skin as he stretches.

You swallow thickly and try to distract yourself by taking another look around the room.  

There was really nothing interesting to take note of, except for the fact Steve was shirtless (which you found quite amusing) and the terrible black and white plaid wallpaper and matching curtains. (seriously who the fuck designed his room)

When he notices you looking at the valley of hair trailing down his sternum to his waistband he smirks and takes a step closer.  

“Am I too distracting for you, Y/N?” He asks in a low sultry tone, you don't dare to make eye contact knowing you won't be able to control yourself. 

“A little.” you admit softly, feeling his hand come up and cup your jaw forcing you to look into his intense brown eyes.  You gulp nervously but still manage to hold his gaze as his thumb traces your bottom lip, making your stomach twist with hunger.

“I can put a shirt on if you want.” he says quietly, moving his hand from your chin up to cup your neck. You close your eyes briefly.

“No.” you whisper, shaking your head a little.

“Why not?” he asks, a curious almost amused tone in his voice. Your eyes fling open and shoot him a knowing glare, he knew exactly why but he wanted to hear you say it. 

“It would ruin the effect.” you retort, your voice still quiet and hoarse. You're trying not to let it show how badly your heart is racing but damn you're going crazy.

 You want him so bad.

He grins teasingly, leaning towards you a bit as if challenging you to continue.

 “Is that so?” he asks lowly, his eyes fixed on yours as if daring you to back out now.

“Yes.” you reply after a moment, your voice just as husky as his and your heartbeat picks up its pace when he leans in closer. “Kiss me Steve, please.”

 you plead quietly.

His eyes soften and he nods once, his lips finding your own in a slow kiss that sends sparks shooting through your entire body. He moves his hand from your neck to rest against your cheek as he deepens the kiss. 

One of his hands finds its way into your hair while the other grips your thigh tightly, pulling you towards him until you’re flush against his body. He breaks away from the kiss to press his forehead against yours, taking a deep shaky breath before speaking softly.

“I've wanted to kiss you since you bumped into me that day.”  he replies, his thumbs tracing small circles on your cheeks. You tilt your head forward and bite your lip shyly.  

“But...you know..” he trails off, sounding hesitant. You shake your head slightly but he continues regardless. “I'm scared I'll lose myself if I do anything too rash. I don't wanna hurt you.” 

You sit back at little to take in his full expression and shake your head, “Stevie, you won't. I'm not fragile, you can toss me around all you like. I promise I'll let you know if it's too much. I want this too, I just need to know that you do too.”

“I do.” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours again. “I really do.”

You turn your head slightly, giving him a quick peck, “Then I'm gonna need you to fuck me, Steve, please.” you smirk against his lips, feeling his chest vibrate as he chuckles. He pulls back slightly but stays close to you, running his hands over your hips and gently squeezing them.

“Oh don't worry, I will. Just something I wanna grab first.”  he grins, dropping a few kisses on your nose before stepping back slightly and letting his eyes roam your naked body. “Shirt off.” he orders, his gaze lingering on the curves of your breasts, causing your heart to race again.

You sigh softly and pull your shirt up and off, revealing the smooth expanse of your skin.

Steve gulps at the sight of your matching bra and panties, his eyes glazing over the pillowy flesh that's practically falling out of your blue lace bra. He reaches down in one of his drawers and pulls something out you don't see, coming down to the foot of the bed where you legs are draped over. 

He leans down with his palm placed above your head, the other tracing slow shapes on your side while he stares intensely at you. His gaze lingers on your lips then he finally lifts it up again, meeting yours with such a burning intensity. And god damn did it make your heart beat faster than ever before.

“Don’t move.” he growls, a cocky smirk painted on his lips as he kisses down your neck and sternum. His fingers trailed lower and lower along your sides and his warm, calloused fingers grazed just above your underwear line, causing goosebumps to erupt beneath his touch.

 He paused for a moment, reaching down beside him to pick up the switchblade, he wanted every part of this to be perfect for you, and it helped that your drunken ramblings about what kind of kinky shit you were into were actually true. 

He lifts the strap of your underwear with his index finger and tilts his head  a little before slowly sliding the blade underneath and cutting through the material. 

The sound of fabric ripping and the cold air blowing across your bare skin sends shivers through your whole body. 

“Jesus Christ...” you mumble, biting down hard on your lip.

Steve chuckled lowly, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I'll buy you another set.”  His warm breath ghosted across your exposed skin as he began to trail soft kisses up your body, leaving red marks wherever his lips had touched. When he reached the top of your breasts he stopped, staring down at you with hooded, lust filled eyes, he brought the edge of the blade up your torso and began circling it along your ribs. 

You gasp sharply, arching your back a little and clutching the edge of the sheets.

This seemed to have gotten his attention as he glanced down at you and gave you a crooked grin. “What do you think?” he asks softly as he keeps tracing the blade across your ribcage, leaving more red marks along your white skin.  

You could feel your breath catch in your throat and you nodded slowly, unable to speak due to the intense pleasure you were feeling. He reaches up and slices the strap off, watching you shudder beneath him as he places a sloppy kiss on your bare shoulder.

“Mmm, I like the way you taste.”  he murmured between kisses. You shuddered again at the words, you couldn’t help but to smile at his possessive behaviour.

He continued to work his way up your chest, licking a trail right over your collar bone, his tongue dancing over your clavicle as he made his way to your mouth. 

He leaned in and brought his lips close to yours, their breaths mingling together and filling the air with an intoxicating scent that made you dizzy. His hands found their way back to your bra, cutting the other strap off  and tossing it aside carelessly. 

The cool metal touched your chest and you gasped loudly as he moved his lips against yours once more, this time sucking on your bottom lip before pressing his tongue into your mouth. 

 You moaned softly, pushing your breasts closer to him. He smirked into the kiss and took the hint, pushing his tongue further into your mouth. His hand slid down to grip your breast, squeezing it roughly.  Your hips buckled, your legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist. Steve groaned into the kiss, tugging slightly on your breast as he continued his ministrations.

“Stick that leg up.” he commanded in his deep raspy voice, making you blush a bright shade of pink at his request. “Higher.” he adds, grabbing both of your thighs and lifting them up until they rested perfectly under his chin. He continued kissing and nibbling your lips, occasionally slipping his tongue inside to explore the taste of you. He broke away from the kiss for a second and you watched with a wide eyed fascination as he lowered himself onto his knees at the end of the bed and dragging you back by your hips so that your legs draped over his shoulders.

His hands travelled up your thighs and gripped your butt firmly, pulling you forward, allowing him better access to your sex. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, relishing in the sensations his strong, calloused hands created.

He smiled down at you and you could swear you saw a hint of smugness in his brown eyes. 

 “You sure you don't mind being spread like this?” he whispered, the tone in his voice turning darker as he spoke, making your cheeks burn. He ran his thumb over the tip of your clit teasingly making your breath hitch in response. 

“Nope, I really like it when you're bossy.” you teased back, earning yourself a low chuckle from Steve who bent down to place open mouth kisses along your inner thigh. You squirmed, biting back a whine as your core twitched at the sensation.

“Good girl.” he murmurs huskily against your clit, making you whine in response. His fingers continued to dance along your folds, teasing your opening with each swipe of his tongue against your sensitive nerves. His tongue dipped inside, swirling around your clit as he teased your wetness, making you cry out and jerk your hips upwards in his mouth, desperately trying to relieve the sudden ache forming between your legs.

 “God, baby, you're driving me mad.” he groans, continuing to tease you with his tongue. You felt him slip a finger in, stretching you just a tiny bit and making your thighs clench around his cheeks. God, he was so fucking good.

His lips left your folds and traveled back up to suckle on your breast instead as he worked his fingers back and forth, rubbing circles into your throbbing flesh.

 You whimpered as he circled his tongue around your nipple, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh until you were begging for more. He continued, taking turns working your nipples while alternating between sucking and playing around with your clit until your entire body was trembling.  

“Please, oh my god…” you cried, your hands fisting in his hair as your legs trembled uncontrollably.

“Tell me what you want.” he demanded, lifting his head so he could look into your eyes. Your pupils were blown wide and your face flushed from the rush of adrenaline and pleasure that was pumping through your veins. You shook your head.

“I want you.” you mumbled through heavy breathing and panting.

A devilish smile crossed his lips. “No. I want you to beg for me.” he said, making your breath hitch and your head spin at his words. 

His lips connected with your pussy lips, sucking hungrily and making your toes curl. “Say it.” he begged, his fingers still moving inside you, causing you to moan at the sudden intrusion.

“Please, Steve please, please...” you pleaded through panted breaths. “Please, fuck me, I need you.”  you whimpered, digging your nails into his scalp.

 “Fuck me!” 

Steve pulled away from you, his eyes dark and hungry, his tongue gliding along his bottom lip as he stared down at you.

“Okay.” he breathed, leaning in and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss before pulling back to take off his sweatpants.  

You gazed up at him, admiring the muscles that flexed in his abdomen as he pulled his pants off, leaving him almost completely naked before your eyes.

Your gaze never left his, as you traced the outline of his body with your eyes. He was gorgeous. Not beautiful or sexy, no, he was simply perfect in your eyes. 

You sit up on the edge of the bed, pulling his hand so he's standing directly in front of you.

He looked down at you questioningly, cocking his head to the side.  

You reach a hand out to trace his chest, running your fingers lightly up his ribcage and along his pecks. 

 He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly through his nose as you caressed his pecs, grazing your palms across the defined contours. 

Your finger trails down the thick hair covering his chest and down his abdomen until you reach the waistband of his boxers.   You slip your hands underneath and begin gently tugging them down, revealing the long length of his hard cock. You can practically feel how aroused he already is and smirk to yourself at that. It only added to the excitement building up inside of you.

He opens his eyes and watches you carefully as you pull his underwear down. 

You run your fingers down his shaft, feeling every ridge, curve and bump in his flesh. He let out a quiet moan as you run your nails along his member, eliciting a growl from deep in his chest and the sound alone was enough to send electricity shooting through your veins. You glance up at him and watch as his eyes darkened, the desire clear in them. Your stomach flutters a little at the sight and a shy smile forms on your lips.  

“Now I know where your weak spot is.” you say softly, brushing your lips against his, teasing him with your tongue.  He groans and pulls you down into a heated kiss. 

Your hand clasps around his length  and begins stroking up and down, circling your middle and index finger around his head. He gasps sharply as your fingers wrap tightly around him, your movements were slow and careful as he pumps his hips forward in an attempt to get friction.

“Do that again.” he says, his voice ragged as he watches you stroke him.  You nod and continue to rub the sensitive tip in circular motions. He grunts and thrusts his hips forward faster and harder.

“Oh God, Y/N.” he moans, his head falling back as he arches his back.

“What do you want, Steve?” you asked almost mockingly, your head cocked to the side amused. 

“That is not how this works.” he scolded you lightly, though his cheeks flush red with embarrassment and annoyance.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.” you retorted sarcastically. He huffed at your remark and shook his head, letting out a breath through pursed lips. You’ll stop teasing him when he stops responding. 

Your fingers continued to circle him, moving in a steady rhythm as you began to speed up your pace slightly. He lets out a guttural groan, throwing his head backwards. Your mouth latches onto the sensitive skin beneath his belly button and starts sucking and licking at it, sending vibrations throughout Steve’s whole body. 

Your tongue flattens against his skin, sliding down and taking him in your mouth, lapping and tasting him. He groaned louder than before and buried his fingers in your hair, gripping at your locks tightly.  

You pulled away from him for a moment to catch your breath, licking your lips, the sweet taste of him lingering on your tongue.

“You're so fucking hot.” he muttered hoarsely, his fingers tightening in your hair, pulling you back towards him. 

His hips jerk upwards again, increasing their pace until his whole body is shaking with tension. “Such a good little girl.” 

 The sound of him speaking, his husky voice filled with raw desire, drove you crazy and caused you to let out a soft whimper. Your lips trail back up his stomach briefly, your hand still pumping him relentlessly. 

When you pull your head up and lock eyes with Steve, you can feel him tremble under your touch.

 “Why don't you lay down, let me take care of you, Daddy.” You tease him, knowing full well he didn't have the ability to deny you anything. 

You were already driving him insane and you knew exactly how to push him further.

He pulls you forward, pressing your naked body flush against his hard frame and you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Say that again.” He growls into your neck, trailing kisses and nipping at your collar bone.

You run a finger down his sternum, pausing at the dip in between his abs and glancing up at him. “Daddy.” You breathe out heavily.

Steve groans and leans forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His fingertips trace the curves of your breasts, squeezing slightly as his tongue delves deeper inside your mouth, exploring its depths as he nibbles playfully on your bottom lip.

“Gonna fuck you.” he says against your lips, his hands coming down to your thighs and pulling you up and around his waist. He holds you securely to his chest in the air, his lips trailing all over your 

 face as he places featherlight kisses everywhere they can reach. 

A moan escapes your throat as his rough tongue moves from your temple, along your jawline, and down your neck and shoulders, finally resting itself between your breasts. 

You tilt your head to the side as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, desperate to feel his lips exploring you further. “Relax, I’m not going to let you fall” he murmurs against your chest, “I’m strong, remember?” he adds, smiling into your skin. Your eyes roll back as he massages your swollen breast and your fingers tighten around his neck.

“God, you're really cocky, you know that?” you gasp and he chuckles lightly.

“It's my charm.” he mumbles against your skin, his mouth now latched onto your neck.

“Yeah, it is.” you murmur and you lean back slightly, allowing him to suck on your neck more, his teeth grazing against your skin in just the right way that made your body shiver in pleasure.

 Your eyes rolled back in your head as his hot, wet mouth worked its magic against your delicate skin, creating goosebumps to form on your dampened skin. You’d fucked while high before but it was nothing compared to Steve fucking Harrington between your thighs.

He pulls back slightly and looks up at you, a small smile on his face. Your breath catches in your throat as you notice something in his eyes.  There’s lust, there’s hunger, there’s passion. His pupils were practically bulging out with the words ‘I love you so fucking much’ in big bold letters. 

He carries you over to the bed setting you down in the center of the mattress before rummaging for the condom he'd pulled out earlier. 

“Lookin’ for something?” you ask quietly, watching his expression change from lust to panic. The look on his face was almost comical like a kid caught trying to sneak a snack from the kitchen pantry.

You slide the condom out from behind the pillow and hold it out to him with a smirk on your face. “How-nevermind, gimme that.” he sighs, picking up the condom and rolling it onto himself.  He pushes himself up and leans over you resting his weight against you. 

“So...” he trails off, staring at your flushed pink, swollen lips for a few moments before looking back into your dilated, blown-out eyes. 

“You’re gonna be good?” he asks, leaning closer to you. Your heart pounded loudly against your ribcage, threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment, begging you to trust him, to tell him everything would be okay. Instead, you nod timidly, swallowing thickly.

“Good girl” he whispers in your ear, his warm breath caressing your cheek as he spoke. He placed light kisses all over your face and your lips parted ever so slightly as he moved lower. “Tell me what you want.” he breathes against your neck, running his nose across your collarbone.

“You.” you whisper breathlessly, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could even think twice about saying them.

“Me.” Steve whispers against your neck, pushing his tongue gently against your collarbone and swirling it around, causing your legs to quiver uncontrollably beneath him.

“Please, please, please.” you pleaded desperately, reaching a hand up and grabbing fistfuls of his hair as you writhed under him.

He smiled at your request, biting softly at your tender spot, leaving a bruise that will surely turn into a pretty pink scar.  “Anything else you want.” he asked you, lifting his head to meet your gaze. 

His eyes were dark, clouded with lust and lust alone as he watched you swallow nervously. Your breathing grew heavier as he lowered himself once more against your bare chest, his heavy erection pushing up against your clit and drawing a gasp from your lips.

“Please Steve, fuck me.” you begged him, arching into his touch, rubbing your clit, and making you both groan.

“Only if you say it again,” he replied, kissing down the length of your body, stopping only to bite at your nipple. You gasped, your head thrown back in a silent scream.  He grinned at your reaction before placing another kiss on your chest and starting to lick the wetness that pooled underneath his tongue. 

 His hand slipped underneath you slowly, spreading your legs apart and brushing against your entrance, eliciting a quiet moan from you. “Well?”

 he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Please. Fuck me.” you panted, your head thrown back in pure bliss. Steve smirked at your impatience and quickly slid his thick length into you, moaning when he felt you stretching around him. 

He rocked forward slightly before withdrawing entirely, thrusting into you slow and steady, relishing every second of being completely submerged inside of you. You gripped the sheets beneath you tightly, your nails digging into them as you tried to restrain yourself from screaming out loud. 

Every time he plunged inside you your heart rate increased tenfold and you moaned helplessly, grasping the sheets tighter as he continued. 

The sensation of his thick shaft sliding in and out of you sent a wave of ecstasy crashing through your entire body.

Your mind went blank with pure bliss, your body shuddering and spasming beneath him, his movements becoming rougher and faster, each stroke making it harder for you to catch your breath. 

He leaned forward and captured your lips in a heated kiss, sucking gently on your lower lip before letting it go, licking away the salty taste lingering on his lips.

“Fuck, baby.” he whispered against your lips, his hands moving to cup your breasts, kneading them roughly. “You feel so damn good.” he breathed out, his eyes never leaving yours.

 He lifted you slightly and you wrapped your legs around his hips, holding him close to you, your pelvis grinding against him, urging him onward.

His hands tightened around your breasts and he began moving faster inside of you, making you cry out loudly.

 “Shh, baby, shh.” Steve said softly, stroking your face, and pressing soft kisses to the corners of your mouth.

You bit your bottom lip, unable to hold back the cries of pleasure escaping you. 

He picked up speed, the sound of your voice echoing throughout the room. Your body shook wildly and you cried out his name as he thrust deeply into you, burying himself into you as far as he could. He buried his head into your shoulder as you writhed around him, gasping for breath and clenching your arms around him.  

You whimpered quietly into the crook of his neck, your nails scratching at his skin in the most pleasurable way possible as he held you tightly in his arms. “Spit in my mouth.” you whispered hoarsely as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“What?” he groaned, pulling back from you slightly and looking down at you with wide eyes. 

“Spit!” you insisted, your voice louder this time and your grip tightening around his shoulders. He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to give you a hard time but knowing that you were in such a state of arousal. 

He swallowed hard and spat in your open mouth, watching your eyes close as your orgasm consumed you. He kissed you hungrily as you trembled, your nails digging into his back, desperate for him to move deeper.

“Please, God, keep going!” you cried out in desperation, your voice raw from screaming and your chest tight with the pleasure. 

“Please, please, please!” you screamed as he slammed back into you, your eyes closed tightly as tears streamed down your face from pain or ecstasy, either one was enough to send a million sparks racing through your veins. 

He thrust into you once again, and again, and again until your screams died down to whimpers. He slowed his pace until he had no more energy left to move. 

When finally came, the only thing he could do was collapse on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head into your neck. 

He didn’t stop kissing you until your lungs stopped feeling like they were going to explode or until your heartbeat returned to its normal rhythm. He pulled back slightly and looked down at you, smiling widely and wiping away the remnants of your tears from your cheeks. 

You stared up at him with half-lidded eyes.

You felt weak and tired but at the same time content. The warmth radiating from Steve made you feel safe.  You reached up and cupped his face, gazing lovingly into his eyes. 

“You are amazing Steve Harrington, you know that right?” you asked him, giving him a soft smile.

Steve chuckled lightly and brushed his fingers against your cheek tenderly, “you make me better.” he admitted, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, content to just stay there with you. 

  After a short while, Steve pulled back from you and laid beside you, his arm draped around your stomach and your head tucked underneath his chin. You snuggled further into his side, enjoying his warmth. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” you answered honestly. 

You smiled lightly, shifting so that you were lying down against his chest, your feet dangling off the end of the bed. Steve shifted slightly so he could wrap his arm more securely around your waist. 

The two of you lay together, listening to each other's breaths and eventually falling asleep.

[theonewiththefanfics]

Road Trip of Heartbreak (Part 1/2)

Synopsis: After everything the gang’s been through, they set out to go on a road-trip. Only issue is some of the involved parties have unresolved feelings, but will this road trip bring salvation or doom of love only time will tell.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Genre: mainly angsty

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood, canon violence, possible alluding to ED, so please tread with caution. Minimal editing

Word count: 3975

DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WORKS ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT SPECIFIC WRITTEN PERMISSION!!!

Summer in Hawkins could go one of two ways – stiflingly hot, where clothes stuck to your body, and don’t you dare even think of sitting down on a leather seat unless you want your thighs to be ripped off when standing up, or the winds could turn such a way it became so cold you had to wear jeans, a top, a hoodie, and a jacket over everything. Luckily, or unluckily according to Robin’s complaints, the summer of ’86 was the first of the two, and it was also when one of Nancy’s most brilliant ideas struck.

          Steve and Robin were splayed out on floaties in the Harrington’s pool while Nancy and Y/N were on the grass on towels, the first girl soaking up the sun, the second hiding underneath an umbrella, too engrossed in a book to notice the rest of the world around. They were all waiting for Eddie to arrive with the kids from their last Hellfire campaign of the month before the metalhead started to plan the next when Nancy piped up.

          “We should go on a road trip.”

          “Road trip?” Robin settled herself on her elbows, precariously balancing on the pumped-up rubber seat, almost toppling into the water along with her cider bottle which Steve would have a fit over. “To where?”

          “Don’t know, but we could rent out a cabin by a lake and just…” She sighed flipping down her sunglasses. “Chill. Away from Hawkins if only for a couple of weeks. I think we’ve earned it.”

          Nobody could deny that. With everything that’d happened over spring break, a little getaway from Hawkins and the memories of the Upside Down was the least all of them deserved, especially the brunet man that barrelled into the garden along with Will, Mike, Dustin and Lucas, Max rolling her eyes as her now-boyfriend cannonballed into the pool while El settled herself next to Y/N, laying out a polka dotted sheet.

          For the first time in an hour, Y/N took her attention away from the pages before her, only to bust out in a full laugh when she saw Dustin’s hands creep under Steve’s floatie before the boy pulled the ‘perpetual babysitter’ underwater.

          Max had plopped down on her stomach next to El, a Wonder Woman comic open in the middle, as the two pressed their heads together and read the panels.

          “And why, praytell, is the fair lady sitting on the sidelines, instead of enjoying the refreshing water before her?” A deep voice from above made Y/N look up, and she saw Eddie towering over her, hands on his hips as he smirked down at her.

          She shook the closed book cover at him. “I’m giving The Hobbit another go.”

          “And?” Eddie’s eyes lit up like a child’s on a Christmas morning at her words, but he scoffed when she grimaced.

          “Still just as boring as it was the first time around.”

          The thing was, up until the fateful spring break, her and Eddie’s paths never really crossed.

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[meatballdonut]

Let's Go Home: Eddie Munson X Shy! Reader

Summary: the reader never really spoke and tried not to bring attention to herself, but when Dustin says something stupid at lunch she managed to bring unwanted attention her way.

Warnings: Social Anxiety, Panic attack, Low self-esteem, tiny little bit of violence, brief mention of decapitation, I think that's it.

Pairing: Eddie Munson X reader

Word count: 1,620

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You and Eddie have been friends since middle school, and like Eddie, school is not your strong suit. You never really cared though, because as long as you had Eddie with you school was bearable.

When you and Eddie first met, you were placed in the same music class in 7th grade. You never talked to anyone and you tried to avoid being noticed. Despite your efforts, Eddie did notice you. He would talk to you every day without actually getting a response from you as you tried to ignore him and focus on the assignments given. As time went on, he got more and more comfortable with your "talking" arrangement. He knew you were incredibly shy and got anxious when there was too much interaction between you and other people. He would leave notes in your instrument case just to get a smile out of you. Your favorite being "toot toot goes the floot" even though he knew damn well you didn't play the flute. You keep that note with you every day, along with some others that you kept at home.

You would eventually begin speaking small words and phrases to Eddie, which made him flash you the biggest smile you'd ever seen. He was happy you were starting to be comfortable talking to him, even if it was small.

It is now your senior year in high school, and you've developed the biggest crush you could imagine on the "freak" of Hawkins. Of course, you didn't tell him that, opting to keep the safety of keeping things the way they were. Things had changed drastically between the two of you compared to how things were when you first met. Sometimes you can't help but find yourself babbling on and on about things that you don't even know interest Eddie. This led Eddie to fall even more for you, not just because you were okay with being seen with him despite his reputation, but because he was one of the only people with who you were comfortable talking for long periods of time.

You sat with the Hellfire group at lunch listening to them talk about their campaign, things relating to DND, and other nonsensical things. Your favorite topic of today is the life-threating animal that would surely bring fear into everyone's hearts - a goose. You could help but snort at the accusation thrown out by Dustin. which led to everyone's eyes landing on you. this wasn't the first time everyone's focus had been placed on you so it wasnt too out of the ordinary, but lucky you, Jason happened to be walking nearby and heard you laugh.

"Didn't know you liked to hang out with barn animals freak" You hunched over trying to move the focus to anyone other than yourself. . Eddie being Eddie noticed your immediate discomfort but didn't know how to diffuse the situation. "Oh, so the piggy and the freak can't speak?" You weren't big, but you had a poor self-image and the comment went straight to your head. You could feel the tears start to build up in your eyes and your heart rate slightly began to increase. you didn't notice the insults being thrown back and forth between Eddie and Jason until Eddie called him the freak, which for some reason struck a nerve with Jason, which quickly led to them yelling loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to give the argument all of their attention.

You tried to walk away, which everyone at the Hellfire table understood but Jason and his goons couldn't understand why you were walking away and decided to go after you while Jason and Eddie had their cat fight. "Oink Oink-where ya' going freak lover - Oink Oink" "Awwww piggy going back to the farm" As you made your way to the door two of the basketball players stood in front of the doors to block your escape. "P-please move" Your voice came out quiet and small. when you spoke you didn't dare look at them, knowing they would see your distressed state and that would only add fuel to the fire. "sorry we couldn't hear you, you're gonna have to repeat yourself" you tried to re-create your previous request, but you couldn't muster up the courage to get any words out. As you stood there, you could feel their eyes drilling holes into you, making it even more difficult to speak or move. After a few seconds they got bored of the silence, and the little effort you made to try and get passed them.

Suddenly, with a forceful shove, you were on the ground looking up at them. Tears streaming down your face from the comments that didn't stop coming, the argument happening between Jason and Eddie, and the confrontation happening between you and the two basketball players whose names you'd never bothered to learn. When you landed on the ground, that seemed to be what finally got Eddie's attention back on you. He could see your demeanor, how you slowly sat back up, avoiding anyone's gaze, and your breathing begins to quicken. He knew what was about to happen before you did. He quickly walked away from Jason, leaving him confused at the abrupt end of their argument about social status, and made his way over to you. Shoving anyone in the way and glaring at anyone who tried to stop him. He helped you up, grabbed your books, and began to lead you out of the cafeteria not noticing the two jocks standing in front of the door with mischievous grins on their faces. "Move" His voice coming out the complete opposite of yours, strong and unwavering. Your anxiety growing, and Eddies form protecting yours he quickly pushed pasted the two men and led you out. What seemed to be the end of the entire ordeal finally led to your break. You couldn't seem to catch your breath, your heart was beating out of your chest to a different unknown location, and your thoughts going a million miles an hour but at the same time they were blank.

Eddie pulled you into a tight embrace to try and distract you from the previous events. He was well versed with your anxiety, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it. " you gotta breathe sweetheart" his words were in direct contrast to how he had spoken to the men, he was quiet and relaxed. Your breathing had gotten no slower, you couldn't get enough air in. "shhh I've got ya, I'm right here" He started rocking the two of you back and forth in an attempt of shifting your focus to your movement which almost worked but not enough to bring you out of your head. You started to feel dizzy from the lack of air going into your body, and as if he was psychic, he could sense that you we starting to feel that way.

"Baby please breathe, match my breathing if you have to just please breathe" He had never called you baby before, the small comment was just enough to bring you out of your headspace and match his breathing just like he had said. slowly but surely, you had managed to get your breathing back under control. "good job sweetheart, good job" As you looked up in the attempt to say thank you you couldn't get the words out, exhausted from the ordeal, all you could do was lay your head back on Eddie's chest and sigh. He knew you were grateful but he never expected a thank you. To be completely honest, he liked being the one there for you, he liked being the only person you would let hold you like this. We started rubbing small circles on your back to let you know that he understood what you were trying to communicate.

You both sat there in silence for a bit, neither one wanting to let go, but soon enough the lunch bell rang signaling that everyone who was in the cafeteria was soon to be rushing out the doors. Eddie stood you and himself up and began to walk out towards the doors of the school "Let's go home sweetheart" Eddie knew you weren't one for skipping school, but the fact the he was leading you out by your hand left little room for protest.

The ride home was quiet, the only noise was the quiet hum of his van and the music that was almost silent in the background. You sat there thinking about how he was there for you- just like he always was. You thought about how he called you baby and how right it sounded when it was directed towards you. you were so engulfed by your thoughts you didn't even realize you had made it back to Eddie's trailer.

He led you in and gave you comfortable clothes to wear, including one of his favorite band shirts. "I vote we watch horror movies for the rest of the day and every time someone dies, we pretend it's Jason," He said with a shit-eating grin on his face. you let out a subtle laugh.

"Eddie, I love you" the second half of your statement seemed to get lost but Eddie always heard you no matter how small your voice was.

"I love you too princess, I love you too"

for the rest of the night, you and Eddie did pretend that everyone who died was Jason, which was even funnier when a character was decapitated and their head was thrown into a literal laundry basket, leaving the both of you a hysterical mess. This is how you wanted the rest of your life to be. An Eddie felt the same

[stevesnailbat]

STEVE HARRINGTON: our hero

[theoreticslut]

「 like she hung the stars 」

steve harrington x fem reader

summary: although you’ve been with steve for nearly a year, you can’t help but wonder if he’s using you as a stand-in for nancy. 

requested: yes

word count: 3.1k

warnings: pretty angsty but it has a cute, fluffy-ish ending; mentions of alcohol consumption & being drunk, insecure relationship, pet names (baby, babe & sweetheart), mention of future relationship, mention of marriage & children

a/n: this request was so cute!! i had to write it asap, & i’m lowkey in love with it if i do say so. it’s really kind of angsty the entire way through, but there’s a cute ending. i really have a hard time leaving a fic ansgty. it’s a weakness of mine. anyways, i hope you all like this! Xx

It’s been well over an hour since you and Steve arrived at this house party, which has given you plenty enough time to drink your fair share of the spiked punch. It was potent, but it was drinkable, and it got you drunk which is all you wanted. 

You hadn’t ever told Steve that you felt insecure in your relationship, mainly because the reasoning behind it felt silly. He had asked you out a few months after he and Nancy broke up last year, which shouldn’t be of any concern, but you had seen them while they were together. It was clear that Steve loved her - deeper than you’d ever thought possible. 

Having noticed this, you couldn’t stop the thought of him still loving her - even though he was currently with you - from settling in the recesses of your mind. You couldn’t stop the thought from tormenting you late at night, even when he slept beside you.

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[yellowsuitcase]

also how did you link your master list/make a master list. i wanna start writing but i want it to be organized so that everyone can find them in one spot :)

Omg, I'm so sorry for the late reply but thank you so much! As for my masterlist, I made one big post with allll my titles and such and inserted links to my works in correspondence to the titles. I'm sure there's youtube videos on how to do it. Hope that helps!

[ladydimitrescuwu]

Resident Evil: Village  → The Four Lords + Their Storybook Counterparts

“Gifts we gave, but more you took,” she snarled. “So more, in turn, is due.”

[gezdrasz]

The Kiss

[anchoeritic-deactivated20210903]

hello everyone,

please be careful on april 24th. either stay home, or have someone with you, be armed and ready to defend yourselves.

some pussy and his friends spread the word about april 24th, creating a ‘national’ holiday called ‘national r*pe day’. i’ve seen a lot of women post about it on tiktok, but i haven’t seen any post on tumblr.

stay safe, i love you all so much and i hope those people fucking rot in hell for that shit.

[anchoeritic-deactivated20210903]

reminder that tomorrow is the 24th

please stay safe, if anything, have pepperspray with you. anything to fight back with.

[yellowsuitcase]

Any tips on getting your fics or headcanons and stuff noticed on here?

Heyo! In my personal experience and preference, I find that having your page and posts organized. Structure makes your post look more appealing. If I find a post with no warnings, summary, anything, I tend to scroll past it.

Also, make sure to go nuts with tags. You can check my posts for examples!

And if we’re being honest, smutty oneshots/fics get the most attention simply because people are horny lol. If you’re not opposed to it, doing one or two of those will attract people who might read those and then check out your account for anything else you have.

Overall, have patience and always put your best foot forward. Readers will come, just have fun and write. Hope this helps!

[dracosathenaeum]

A Guide to Plagiarism <3

Hello hello chappies. Plagiarism of Tumblr work has recently become a lot more out in the open after countless Wattpad books have directly copied and pasted works over but as well as that; Tumblr writers taking ‘heavy inspiration’ from fellow writers.

Several writers and I have come together to create some general guidelines to outline what’s plagiarism, what is okay to use without credit and when you do and don’t need to give credit. Thank you in particular to @teawiththeweasleys for making my angry rants coherent ❤️

1. The Use of Tropes/Concepts/AUs

❗️THESE DO NOT HAVE TO BE GIVEN CREDIT FOR ❗️

No trope or au or concept is ever really going to be original. There are millions of examples of the same tropes, concepts and alternate universes used in every fandom. I’ve written a couple of ceo/mob au’s and I will never ask anyone to give credit for those nor will I ever have to give credit for the CONCEPT.

No one has copyright or ownership over tropes, concepts or alternate universes and it is unfair to expect others to credit over these. They are free to use for everyone and merely provide a prompt or a very small outline to create a piece of unique writing around.

❗️THE CONCEPT IS VERY DIFFERENT FROM THE PLOT ❗️

A concept is a prompt (as stated above, such as a trope, an au or a concept), some examples of this are as follows:

Any type of alternate universe (ex. Coffee shop, college, everyone is friends etc).

Any type of trope (ex. Only one bed, enemies to lovers, fake dating etc)

Any type of concept (ex. Perspective of another character, a story told through different means (ex. Letters, memories etc.))

A plot is personal to the writer and should NOT be copied. This involves things such as the intricacies of a story, some examples of this are as follows:

Key dialog points that are important to the plotline and story.

Key events and specific interactions that happen within the story.

The way the story begins and ends.

Incentives and motivations for characters and events to interact/take place.

Things that specifically happen to the characters.

Events that are involved in the story.

LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A CONCEPT AND PLOT LINE.

2. Inspiration

This depends on how heavily inspired you are by something. Below are some examples on when you need to give credit and what you don’t need to give credit for.

Examples of inspiration that do NOT need to be credited:

Use of a trope

Use of a concept

Use of an alternate universe

Use of a character

A story set during a specific part of the book/movie timeline

Examples of inspiration that DO need to be credited:

A specific dialog prompt that someone else created and released to be used by other writers

When you have written something loosely based off a blurb/imagine/drabble that someone else wrote

When you have written something that is inspired by someone else’s idea (but is not written the same way)

3. PLAGIARISM

The one we’ve all been waiting for.

This is when someone has literally COPIED someone else’s work. Which was the case yesterday.

Examples of plagiarism:

A fully copied piece of work.

Full scenes, sentences, multiple dialog pieces etc have been copied.

The scenes and dialog are not the same but have such a heavy parallel between them that it’s clear it was taken from the original piece of writing.

A copied piece of work that has a changed POV (for example, rewritten in first person).

A piece of work that has been copied either word for word but the characters have been changed (use of different characters in the fandom/use of an original character etc).

A piece of work with a copied plot line (same as above) but the characters have been changed

If you really are unsure about the similarities of your writing next to an existing piece written by someone else, ask a couple of your mutuals to read the original work and compare it to your own.

Most writers will try to sort this out behind the scenes however when someone is unresponsive, unwilling to take responsibility or politely discuss the issue with the original creator, that’s when people will make the issue publicly known.

Tagging some moots below, no pressure to reblog but I thought this might be useful in light of recent events ❤️ any questions, let me know x

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DRACO WRITERS!!

Yet another smut book on wattpad is taking works from tumblr and giving no credit. I think they took about 6 from me. They haven’t put the names of authors on their works so please check- your smut might be here too!!

also they have 3 separate Draco smut books, so maybe check them too :(

some works i know are on here: @dracoscene

[anchoeritic-deactivated20210903]

NOT THIS AGAIN OH MY GOD

[anchoeritic-deactivated20210903]

HELP THIS GIRL IS 14 I’M SOBBING

[ellieloveshockey]

So i went and checked all three of this girls books and I recognized every single smut written by people on here. Please go check if it’s yours. One of the ones I recognized right away was by @yellowsuitcase in the prefects bathroom. And a bunch of others. I left comments telling her off but please go check if it’s yours

[yellowsuitcase]

Y’all it happened again 🙄🙄🙄 I’m sorry this is all I’m posting lately, schools been busy. But please go and report her, she’s super young and should NOT be posting these.

[eunoniaa-deactivated20230222]

hi! are there any fics you recommend for when you’re feeling down and overwhelmed? im down for any character tbh :) i went back to school this week and i have exams soon and i feel a bit stressed or you know that feeling when it all just too much. your dad!draco fic absolutely made my day when i read it! <3

- 🧸anon x

hi sweetheart!! i completely get you, i went through a similar rough patch a couple weeks ago, so here are (most) of the fics that brought me comfort and just made me feel better in general :) i wish you the best of luck for school and just know that my inbox and/or dm’s are always open if you’re in need of someone to chat with <3

(oh and all of these are draco x readers! mwah)

close by @dracoscene

you’re on fire by @dracosaccount

do you want some ice cream? by @dreaming-about-fanfictions

happy , five more minutes and baby carrots by @acosmis-t

sleepless nights by @glossymalfoy

angelus voce by @cherie-draco

under the rain by @astoria-malfcy (or literally anything from her masterlist, trust me)

cycle comfort by @yellowsuitcase

expecting with a malfoy by @malfycs

needed by @mxl-foy

snowflakes by @gryffindors-weasley

with you by @dracosaurusrex

what did you say? by @hiraeth-hogwarts

love language by @dracolvr

sunrise, kisses and pancakes by @dracowars

nightmares by @socontagiousimagines

[yellowsuitcase]

Saving this list for later

[eunoniaa-deactivated20230222]

that awkward moment when u can’t decide between writing ab dad!draco & daddy!draco-

i’m sorry