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starpunkssgalaxy · 1 month

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sbg headcanons pt. 2!!

- aiden steals traffic cones, he has several in his room (tyler got stuck in one of those big round ones, tripped and almost rolled into traffic if it hadnt been for logan who threw himself in front of it. taylor was also in one and wanted a pic for her social media so she convinced tyler to put one on too, thats how it happened 😭)

- ben is the type to trade shirts if the girls are feeling uncomfortable, just imagine taylor in bens baggy ass shirt and ben is wearing some cute little crop top lmaooo hes to sweet

- tyler the type to sit in the weirdest places, perfectly good chair?? nah he’s sitting precariously on an open windowsill (yes he did fall out of it once and it was actually aiden who jumped out after him because he was closest)

- when ash was little she would bring home all kinds of animals, her parents would have to search her pockets everytime she came back in from outside and they’d find all kinds of frogs, harmless snakes, bugs, baby birds (she has raised several birds)

- aiden will not move until he’s chosen music for the drive, he once stepped on a nail but refused to drive to the hospital until his bluetooth connected in the car and everyone was yelling at him

- building onto the bird thing and ashlyn, she’s befriended a murder of crows and has a ton of weird little trinkets theyve brought her because she feeds them in return

- ben has a diary/journal he religiously writes in purely with glitter gel pen. there are horrors beyond comprehension and he’s writing them all down in pink sparkly pen (ex. 🎀 𝒯𝓎𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 🎀) LMAOO

- aiden on the other hand needs to invest in a journal because he has no filter, like much love aiden but unfortunately i dont want to hear in gross detail about what happened to you after you drank windex thinking it was gatorade

- logan’s guilty pleasure is watching minecraft videos before bed (its ldshadowlady)

- logan also owns a cat and im a firm believer in this, it’s a scottish fold and he would do anything for this cat

- girl scout cookie season comes around and Ben is SCOPING these girls out. he wants his damn cookies and hes gonna drag you everywhere w him to find them

- DO NOTTTTTT. DO NOT. let Tyler in the kitchen. and its not because he lacks skill in cooking he is just so forgetful. he’s probably exploded several microwaves because he forgot to put water in w his ramen

#sbg headcanons #school bus graveyard #sbg taylor #sbg ben #aiden sbg #sbg tyler #ashlyn sbg #logan sbg #sbg (webtoon)#webtoons #maybe im projecting #these may not be in character :3c #dont ask me why aiden is driving w a nail in his foot an not someone else #shhhhh #tyler can cook obvs im just saying i think hes a little forgetful 😭

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jadewritesficshere · 11 months

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Happy Birthday to me

Steve Harrington x female!Reader

Synopsis: Steve arrives to your house aka part 2 to Happy Birthday

Contents: kissing, p in v, cream pie (wrap it up ppl), pet names (Baby) (no use of y/n), this has 0 plot

18+ only

BANG!BANG!BANG!

You jumped, dropping the bag of chips. The banging on your door had startled you from watching some random movie on TV. Chips scattered the floor, and you scowled at the mess. It was already 10pm, no one should be coming to your apartment at this time. The banging continued causing your temper to rise. You pulled your robe closed and tied the sash to hold it in place.

You narrowly avoided crushing chips under your feet, the chips having scattered farther then you thought. You glared at the waste, making a mental note to clean it up so there wouldn't be ants. With a huff, you turned on your heel and stomped to the door. You swung the door open," Who the hell-"

Steve

Steve was standing there, hair askew. His hair was flopping onto his forehead, partly stuck to sweat. His shirt clung tight to his biceps and chest. His jeans showing off a bulge, made you feel like a pervert for noticing his groin every time you were together (it wasn't intentional which made it worse, he didn't even realize it). You knew he was big with how he walked and how these jeans didn't hide much. Your eyes drifted back up to his face. His face was flushed, lips reddened from biting them. His eyes swirled with emotions.

"Uh...hello?" You shift, realizing you were only in a thin satin robe. You pull the robe tighter to cover you," I wasn't expecting you...uh..."

Steve chuckles lowly before taking a step inside the door, forcing you to shuffle back. He continues in and turns to shut the door. You go to lock the door and-

Your back collides with the front door, his big hands grasping your biceps (fuck his hands are so huge they envelop your arm). Your head lightly bangs against the door, making you say "ow" even though it doesn't hurt.

"Shit, you okay?" Steve pulls back and you can see the concern in his eyes, the wrinkle in his brow. One hand leaves your arm and goes to the back of your head, gently feeling to ensure there are no bumps. "Just startled me," you mumble, feeling flustered at how close Steve was. Steve hums, hand trailing down to the back of your neck.

"I saw your video."

A solid second of silence filled the space as it took you a moment to comprehend what he had just said. Once realization struck you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. A moment of courage, you gave the video to Steve. But now, standing in his gaze, it felt too warm. You fidget and try to look down, but Steve forces your head back up to look at him. He leans in, licking his lips," I really liked it Baby."

"You did?" You ask quietly, biting your lip. A bad habit of yours, something Steve scolded you about. You feel the pressure of his hand go off your neck before his thumb is removing your bottom lip from between your teeth. His thumb stays there as he smirks at you," Really liked it Baby...all that just for me?" You inhale sharply, before tentatively darting your tongue out to lick his thumb.

His eyes widen, but he doesn't move away. No, he moves his thumb closer to your tongue. You lick him again before closing your mouth around the digit. You swirl your tongue around his finger and suck lightly. The groan Steve releases makes your stomach flutter and heat spread between your thighs. Steve removes his thumb quickly, a light popping noise echoing in your ears. "Enough teasing me," Steve mumbles before leaning in.

His lips meet yours in a flash. Soft and smooth with a hint of cherry thanks to the chapstick he wears. His tongue darts out and licks your bottom lip before he's licking into your mouth. You've never felt more alive than this moment. A moan escapes you, causing Steve to push into you more.

The cool of the front door behind you, the warmth of his body in front of you. You can feel Steve's erection pressed against you. It makes your head spin with want. Your chest is heaving with breaths, pressed against his. Your arms are wound behind his head, hands threaded through his hair. One of his hands is fiddling with the sash of your robe. The other is holding your hip, pulling you close and lifting your leg. You wrap it around him, balancing against the wall and your one leg on solid ground.

At this new angle, Steve's bulge is pressed perfectly into you. He rolls his hips forward slightly, causing your head to fall back in a moan. You are so wet, you know your underwear is soaked. You can barely think anything but Steve Steve Steve.

Steve takes advantage of your head falling back to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He licks and nips, finding the spot that makes your knees go weak. Steve must realize this, because suddenly he's got his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him. His hips rock into yours, at a slow but steady pace. The feeling causes you to become more aroused. Just enough pressure to press against your clit each time, making you want more.

Steve pulls back, a thread of spit connecting his mouth to your neck. "Can I take this off Baby?" Steve mumbles, eyes focused on yours as he fiddles with the sash again. You nod, unable to find your voice. Steve beams at you, wide smile spread across his face. You pretend not to notice the way his hands shake slightly as he unties your robe. You hear Steve take a deep breath in before he opens the robe.

You wish now you had on some lingerie. Or something matching at least. Your black bra and pastel cotton underwear could not be more different. You would feel slightly ashamed, except Steve bites his lip and groans. His eyes dart hungrily over your figure before he shakily exhales. His hands are on your hips, and he lays his forehead against your shoulder. "Give me a second..." he mutters. You lightly stroke his hair as he stands there, face down with his eyes closed.

"God, you're even better in person," Steve's hands flex slightly, fingers digging into your hips. A giggle escapes you, and you know Steve is smiling even if you can't see it. You pull your leg down from where it was wrapped around him, earning a soft whine from him. Steve lifts his head and peers into your eyes, a slight pout on his lips. "Bedroom?" You ask and his eyes light up.

You manage to turn the lock on the door and slide the robe fully off your body before grabbing Steve's outstretched hand. He leads you into your bedroom, your heart pounding wildly. The soft glow of the distant street light shines in through the window, illuminating the bed. You get on and lay back on the bed, propped up on your elbows, watching Steve.

Steve pulls his shirt off, throwing it in the corner without a second thought. You lick your lips as you gaze at his chest. You've seen him shirtless before, of course, having gone swimming together; however, you've never really been able to look. Chest hair that has a slight wave to it, pecs you want to grab, freckles scattered about his pale skin. Your eyes catch the smattering of hair under his belly button that leads down into his pants. His long fingers deftly unbutton his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down.

You knew he was packing...but this? His cock is thicker rather than longer. Still a good length, it would surely reach deep in you. You've never seen a cock this thick before though. You aren't even sure he will fit. The head is flushed a deep red. Some dark curls at the base, neatly trimmed. His balls hang heavy against his thighs. Thick thighs that you wanted to wrap around you.

Steve stands there with a smirk, letting you have your fill of looking. He wasn't shy, nervous sure, but not shy. He was confident he looked good. He just wanted to make sure he made you feel good. From his vantage point, he can see the darkened wet spot on your pale panties. He gives you a few more seconds to stare before stalking towards you. You hastily take your bra off and fling it across the room. He pauses for a moment, eyes darting to your chest. "Damn," Steve rasps out. He crawls up the bed and hovers over you.

"Hi," you mutter as you peer up at him. "Hi," he chuckles before giving you a quick peck on the lips. You go to deepen the kiss, laying fully on your back as he crawls over you. Your hands roam his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles flex as he holds himself above you. Steve's hand cups your breast, squeezing and rolling it slightly. He pulls back from kissing you, making you pout. You would complain, but he quickly trails kisses down your neck to your collarbone before he reaches your breast.

Steve lightly nips at the top of your breast before leaving open mouthed kisses all over. Licking and sucking your nipple into his mouth. The sensations send a fluttery warm feeling down to your groin. You can feel your wetness dampening your panties further. "Steve," the man in question lifts his head to look at you," please..." you shift under him trying to get some relief.

Steve smiles softly at you, before kneeling back and dragging your panties down your legs. They get caught for a second on your foot before falling to the bed. Steve takes this moment away from you to really gaze at you. Your folds glisten with your arousal. Your breasts gleam from his saliva. You look like the most beautiful site in the world. His dick twitches as he bites back a moan.

He clambors back on top of you, a bit rushed with excitement. Steve's face returns parallel to yours, as he holds himself up on one arm. "You're so gorgeous..." Steve uses his free hand to trail his fingers across your jaw. "Please Steve..."

You shift and spread your legs open for him. He leans in and kisses you, chests touching, as he moves his hand off your jaw and down. He slides a finger through your slit and you both moan at the feeling. Your tongues move in tandem against each other as he gently inserts one finger into you. You can distantly hear the sound of how wet you are as he pumps his finger in and out of you, quickly adding another.

Two fingers and already it's better then what you could do yourself. His fingers are bigger and longer than yours, and more coordinated. You're already on the edge. He adds a third finger and you're done for.

Stars burst behind your eyes as you moan. Your legs shake and writhe from the pleasure. Your inner walls flutter and clench around Steve's fingers, making him moan. A pleasure you've never felt washes over you. You start to come back down to earth, feeling your legs still twitch. If it felt that good from his hands alone, you can't imagine how good it will be with his dick. You barely realize you're mumbling his name over and over until he starts saying your name repeatedly back to you.

Steve smiles at you before giving you a kiss on the nose- oh that was cute you think. Steve slowly removes his fingers and you whimper at the loss. "You still want to..? Steve's eyes dart down and back to yours. "Steve Harrington, if you don't fuck me right now....I will never speak to you again."

"Oh, well we can't have that," Steve winks. You can feel the tip of his dick run through your folds. The head catches on your hole and you both gasp. Steve bites his lip before slowly pushing in. "Oh fuck, you feel better then I thought," Steve moans and your breathing quickens.

He isn't even halfway in and it's the fullest you've ever felt. Steve stops to give yourself time to adjust, at least that's what you think. In reality, he has to stop so he doesn't come too soon. You shift and wrap your legs around Steve's back, pulling him closer to get him to move again. When he's fully seated in you, you both release a breath.

"You feel so fucking good, Baby." "Uh-huh. You too." He laughs at you before moving his hips. You both moan. You aren't sure about Steve, but this is the best you've ever felt. Each thrust hits that sweet spot in you. Both of your moans, groans, and gasps fills the air along with the squeaking of the bed frame.

"Steve, I'm-" you gasp and your nails dig into his back. You feel slightly bad for scratching him, but he doesn't seem to care. "Go ahead...I'm right...yup." Steve moves the arm that is propping him up so he can cradle your face with his hand. With his other hand he reaches down and-

Oh fuck

Steve knows exactly where the clit is. He swirls circles around your clit, pleasure building. Your breaths come in more ragged gasps. You are done for as Steve picks up speed and slams into you quicker. Each thrust hitting at just the right angle to push you over the edge.

You aren't sure if you moan or scream, or if any sound even comes out. Pleasure and warmth fill all your senses. "Oh fuckfuckfuck," Steve moans at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He snaps his hips into yours a few more times before his orgasm hits. You can feel his cum painting the inside of your walls, filling you to the brim.

You both breath heavily. You slowly let go of your grip on Steve's back. Your legs fall back to the bed and you use one hand to push Steve's hair out of his eyes. "Fancy meeting you here," he grins at you and you huff out a laugh, " oh shut up."

Steve slowly slides out of you. His eyes widen as he sees his release slowly drip out of you. "That's so hot," Steve flops onto the bed next to you. You turn your head to look at him as he shuffles closer. He wraps his arms around your body and hums. "Happy birthday Steve." You smile and kiss him briefly. He gives a dopey grin back, "Happy birthday to me!"

#Steve is a Canon hand holder during sex why wouldn't he hold your face #Anyways I got a bit too tipsy and this may have turned into absolute garbage but shhhhh #Anyways Steve is so boyfriend coded #I would write more thoughts but quite literally I can barely think my brain is mush aha #The room be tilty #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x female!reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington/female!reader #Steve Harrington/you #Steve Harrington smut #Jade is Talking

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