Daenerys Targaryen in Game of Thrones 2.01 - The North Remembers
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
all that matters
steve harrington x reader
summary: when borrowing steve’s car ends in an accident that destroys his darling car, you’re left shaken and terrified of his reaction. except when he finds you, it’s painfully clear he couldn’t give a fuck about the car.
word count: 2.1k
warnings: car accident, totaled car, panicked sobbing, slight bleeding minor injuries, blood on face/hair, guilt, hurt/comfort, comfort, reassurance, overthinking.
“He’s going to kill me.”
The words spill out of you before you can stop them, thin and shaking, ripped straight from your chest.
You barely recognize your own voice. You’re staring ahead, eyes unfocused, fixed on nothing and everything at once. Not the spiderwebbed windshield. Not the hood crumpled inward, steam ghosting up into the air.
All you can see is Steve’s face when he finds out. When he sees the car. His precious car.
a world without trans people has never existed and never will
ATTENTION
softdom!eddie munson x sub!reader x meandom!steve harrington ( aka poly!steddie x reader)
bored while waiting for steve to finish up the morning show, you decide to grab his attention- with your bare tits on the radio booth glass . . . ( 2.6 k ) a/n: pretty sure nobody has done this yet but i just love the concept of utilising the huge fucking glass box at wsqk. i guess this also techincally falls into the troublemaker reader au but she' s a bit less bitchy here so idk. also i kinda wrote steve meaner than i wouldve but i dont think hes a full on mean dom so idk if the tag is deceiving lol ( divider by @cafekitsune ) tags: mdni 18 + , flashing, annoying eddie and r, oral (m receiving), cum eating (kinda idk?), p in v sex, rough steve, gentle eddie, cumming inside, kinda mean steve, rough sex, r described as wearing lip gloss and a skirt, pet names, steve calls r a whore like once
There’s virtually nothing to do in Hawkins after the quarantine, so when Steve has to fill in for a sick Robin during their morning show, you and Eddie are more than happy to tag along.
Except for the fact that it’s boring- you can’t even hear Steve through the soundproof booth as you slump down on the couch, picking lint off of your sweater. Eddie kicks feet up on the coffee table, scrubbing his eyes as he yawns.
You sigh, flicking away the soft cotton and turning to your boyfriend as your feet dig into his side. “Eddie, I’m bored.”
eddie munson x steve harrington x afab!reader | 8.6k words
summary: the summer of 1985 is only just beginning when a trip to scoops ahoy! unlocks some deeply hidden feelings you have swirling in your stomach for steve harrington. eddie munson won't let you live it down, and maybe that’s due to his own feelings too, but a chance encounter on a hot night at lovers lake sends you all down a rabbit hole you could never of prepared for.
content warnings: 18+ only minors dni, sexual content (threesome, piv sex, oral sex male receiving, dirty talk, van sex), porn with plot, eddie and reader are fwbs with feelings, gentle bullying and banter, eddie is canonically queer, mentions of past king!steve, brief homophobia mentions, a heartfelt conversation. feelings are felt on all three sides, if you don't like it look away <3 reader isn't explicitly described as alt/goth but it's implied.
Steve Harrington is staring at you.
In his silly little sailor uniform, eyeing you up whilst you silently pick at your banana sundae. It’s strange, truly, because Steve Harrington was a certified ladykiller, and had been for as long as you’d known him. You’d seen him lay on the signature moves one too many times during previous encounters, always making the girls blush and ogle at him dreamily as he told them exactly what they wanted to hear.
So, why was he looking at you like a classified moron? Like a little creep who had no idea how to interact with women?
heaven knows i should let go (it’s nothing that i don’t already know) | steve harrington x reader
summary: the wsqk van breaks down (again) in the middle of the night, leaving steve harrington stranded on cornwallis. on your own late night drive to your favourite no-army-presence hiding spot, you happen across him, standing on the side of the road. the past means you can't not stop to help him out, but pent up feelings can’t help but to rear their ugly heads. | 4.9k words.
warnings: sexual content 18+ minors dni, reader with boobs and a vagina, porn with minor plot, rough sex, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, biting, hair pulling, slightly mean!reader, angry steve harrington, minor background. no use of y/n, little to no reader description.
late november, 1987.
you can hear harrington muttering next to the van before you even have the chance to pull up properly, he has his hands on his hips as he nods and bounces his head erratically;
"of course. of course! piece of junk decides to die on me, again! why not! perfect timing, really..." he grunts quietly, squeezing his hands into the plushness of his sweater before swinging his leg back and kicking the side of the van, a bass-y bang of metal echoing into the crisp, snowy air.
"now, now, harrington. that's not a very nice thing to do." you pout sarcastically, rolling the window down and leaning out of it to assess the damage, "have you tried gently coaxing it? words of affirmation?"
steve turns to you and makes a face. a face! scrunching his nose up and scoffing quietly, "oh great, of all the people to see my pain and suffering." he stops talking to run his hands over his face (tan, veiny, large... so large, jesus christ), "don't you have literally anywhere else to be?"
HEY LOVE :) first of all, congrats on everything omg!!! second, i took a peek at your birthday celebration and have a small request..
im thinking "you know you love me" from list one and "poolside sex after hours of teasing and taunting" from list two, sort of as an evening swim in his backyard pool type of thing and something softer and playful?? take that as you will but im excited to see what you come up with nonetheless!!
if you sent this lovely ask in months n months ago, please accept my humble apology in the form of a 3.2k fic <3 established relationship, fem!reader, p in v, 3.2k, MDNI this entire blog is 18+
The day starts with the sun high in the sky.
It's balmy. A kind of heat in the air that you can't seem to escape, even in the shadows, stuffy warmth that sticks to your skin. The type where only a cold dip can cool you off.
Like, say, taking a swim in Steve Harrington's pool.
It figures you get invitations to such luxuries — his is your boyfriend after.
Just... those invitations also extend to the 13-year-olds he's friends with.
As if on cue, Lucas speeds past you, with an almighty cry of Geronimo! before he cannonballs into Steve's pool, full-force. Mike catches a face full of water. Dustin has already pre-emptively ducked.
You watch it all from your lounger, your mouth twisting back an amused smile.
Your swimsuit is still wet, though rapidly drying beneath the suns rays, and you see the world through the tinted shades of Steve’s ray-bans.
Despite having to share your boyfriend and his backyard, you’re still enjoying yourself.
⧼ 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 ⧽
the rumours about theodore nott’s size have been circulating around hogwarts like a wild current. and now that you’ve become his girlfriend, you can have your very own confirmation.
⧼ content/tw ⧽ 18+ mdni, smut with some plot, brief fingering, unprotected piv, size kink, belly bulge, girl talk about dicks, cursing, pet names including italian, fem!reader, all characters are aged up, no-war universe
⧼ nota bene ⧽ theodore nott’s redwood tree ain’t hard to see, is all i have to say. yes, i’m horny.
⧼ word count ⧽ 2.5k
“Okay, babe, you have to piss off, or I’ll hex you right now and won’t care about getting expelled.”
Cho rolled her eyes at your insistence to avoid her questions, but she was far from deterred from continuing on her path to find out the truth. She nudged you with her shoulder again, harder this time, as if that could somehow shake the answer right out of you.
“Come on, you have to tell us. It’s like, your duty at this point.”
Lavender nodded eagerly from your right side, her arms crossed on her chest in obvious determination. “Yeah, you must tell us, love,” she whined in that familiar tone of hers that meant she wasn’t getting what she wanted and didn’t like it one bit. “We’ve been dying to know. D-y-i-n-g. Don’t be a bitch.”
Why does everything have to happen in the meantime? Why can't it happen in the nicetime??
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