Kinktober, Day 5: Knot | Steve Harrington X Fem!reader.

Kinktober, Day 5: Knot | Steve Harrington x Fem!reader.

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Alpha!Steve, Omega!Reader.

Words: +400.

A/n: Sorry for being a ghost lately, lol. I was very busy, but I promise that in November I will be more constant ^^.

Steve rarely gave in to his alpha urges. All his life he had been raised to have his instincts completely under control in any kind of situation, or so he thought.

From the moment he met you he knew things were going to change for him. You were... different from what he knew. You were cheerful and cute and sparkled in his eyes, always flashing him that radiant smile, your off-white pink hair that you always brought loose around you, letting the chocolate and strawberry scent that belonged to you captivate his entire being, causing his hormones to go almost through the roof. Yes, it was a problem.

It took Steve very little time to discover that you were his destined one. He knew it the very day you came within kissing distance, when his hands touched yours and a shiver ran through his body. At that moment he knew he was yours, and that you were his, even if you were not yet marked.

That wasn't something that really affected Steve, or so he believed until your first night together.

Being so close to you, being at one with the person he was meant to be with had affected him too much, he wasn't thinking, all that was in his head were your bright eyes, your half-open lips sighing softly and your cheeks flushed from the effort. It was impossible to resist, his instincts could no longer hide, not at that moment, not in that situation.

"Steve?" You sighed breathlessly near his ear. A shiver ran through your body as you felt his nose brush against your pulse point.

He didn't respond, instead he continued his steady rhythm that was getting messier and messier. Your gasps and moans kept him in his trance to the point where he couldn't help but lick your hot skin. His brown eyes changed to a bright yellow color, a color neither of you could see, but one they would both feel the effect of.

"Shit" growled Steve, licking his lips and staring at his beloved's neck, "Y/N?" he closed his eyes tightly as he heard a strange sound in response, "can I...do you want me to mark you?"

You opened your eyes quickly, turning away from Steve so you could see his eyes. A tingling appeared in your stomach at the sight of his yellow eyes. You swallowed saliva, thinking hard about what he had just said.

"Please?" he whispered, bringing his lips close to yours. Your mind could barely think straight, the sound of your hips colliding and the passionate sighing not helping your situation much.

"Will it hurt much?" You whispered against his lips. Your eyes staring into Steve's, a mixture of love, desire and terror shrouded these.

"No, of course not, I could never do anything to hurt you" Steve's lips left a trail of kisses heading for your neck.

Your lips were pursed tightly as Steve's rhythm increased. A cry of pleasure left Steve as his felt your insides tighten around him. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, his teeth already grazing your soft skin.

"I love you," you said in a soft, caramel tone, stroking Steve's hair and pulling him closer to you.

A snarl escaped his lips, the same one that was covered by his teeth piercing your skin and her high-pitched scream. He tasted your blood, licking the blood that was slowly beginning to trickle down your neck. His bright eyes filled with desire as he felt that, at last, you were totally his and no one else's.

Masterlist

Kinktober, Day 4: Cock Warming | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Mom!Reader, honeymoon night, this doesn't have smut, actually. It's very fluffy lol sorry.

Your slender fingers tangled in Steve's hair, pulling him gently to kiss his lips slowly. Steve was... confused, but not unsatisfied, he would never be with you, much less sexually, but he didn't understand why you wouldn't let him out of you.

"Honey" he murmured between kisses, cursing himself internally for not being able to deny his now wife's kisses. He loved you too much, he would be unable to deny you one, "what's wrong, why won't you let me out?".

Your hand tensed for a moment. With slightly flushed cheeks you averted your gaze elsewhere. You pursed your lips and, the second later, mumbled, "well, it's the first time we've been together like this and, I don't know," your hands played nervously with Steve's chest hair. You felt too self-conscious. "I thought if we were like this I'd remember that it's you by my side, that you'd never leave me alone with my kids."

Steve's heart leapt. He loved you, adored both you and your childrens, and was immensely happy that you accepted him into your family. He couldn't understand how someone so kind, cute and nice could doubt herself so much, to him you were the perfect woman, everything he ever wanted, and yet, because of an idiot incapable of maturing, this person he had fallen in love with was losing more and more of his trust.

"I understand" he ran his fingers over your cheeks, his dark eyes were fixed on yours. He was trying to make you understand everything he felt for you, how tonight had been amazing for him, as much as it had been for you. He wanted you to understand that, with just one look, he would be at your feet. "I'll stay like this as long as you want me to, tonight is all about you."

"Us" you murmured with a radiant smile and an unusual sparkle in your beautiful eyes. Steve swore he had fallen a little more in love, as if that were possible, "tonight is about us, Steve."

He took your hand in his. You could barely cover Steve's hands, but neither of you cared. You brought your lips up to Steve's hand and kissed the wedding ring. A sigh of satisfaction escaped Steve's lips. Definitely, he thought, this would be the best day of his life.

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Kinktober masterlist.

Prince!Steve x Sleeping Beauty!Reader Masterlist

These are short blurbs with figurative fairy tale themes. Smut, PIV, Dirty Talk, Spit as lube. All kinds of fun. Without further ado...

In the flickering embrace of candlelight, you stir from your slumber, your senses waking with the ghost of his warm lips – the kiss of your dark prince. The room is fragrant with the essence white roses and cloves. A soft flicker of the flames casts dancing shadows upon the ornamental fairies and witches. The pleasant scrape of his blunt nails leaves behind pebbled skin as they travel over your ribs, your stomach, your thighs, igniting trails of fire. The exquisite ache of your need deepening as it radiates from the bottom of your stomach, like the desire from dreams that have filled your sleep, until it controls every cell. 

Your fingers entwine in the long, golden-brown locks at the nape of his neck as you arch your back, your gaze fixed upon the gilded antique mirror suspended from the ceiling. The rich hue of your breasts' hardened peaks, visible through the diaphanous silk of your chemise, the ties carelessly undone. An opaque triangle, proof of your desire, burgeons at your center as your restless legs writhe against the midnight-blue velvet that drapes the baroque four-poster bed. A place where you've lain resting for far too long without his caress.

The freckled skin of his shoulders and back glides smoothly, rolling with every gesture as the material of your shift is inched higher and higher until it's gone completely, sliding like a waterfall onto the cold stone floor.

“My beauty.” His breath fans over the glistening wetness of your pussy, like moonlight on water. Carvings of golden acanthus leaves scroll up the posts behind him, framing his head in a regal crown.  

“Please,” you whisper on a needy sigh as his lips trail along your navel.

"Shhh.” He silences your pleas as the rough skin of his large hands envelops the softness of your breasts, kneading and teasing and pushing them together, a feast for his black eyes. “Let me take you,” he murmurs, his desire and devotion evident, “I’ll make you my queen. And then, my love, I shall be yours to rule."

His britches are pushed down his hairy legs, forgotten amongst the bedclothes. He's hard and long as he kneels proudly before you. You wet your lips, hungry, as your eyes follow the veins of his thick shaft to the thatch of hair at his base.

His fingers clasp firmly around your calves, urging your knees toward your ribs, parting you with deliberate intention. Spit escapes his parted lips, dripping down your seam, collecting at your entrance. 

“Watch,” he orders as his hand circles his base, guiding his crown at your eager opening. His gaze locks with yours as he thrusts with a moan, filling you completely, stretching your boundaries, molding you for his pleasure. Your insides pulse and ripple around him, euphoria waking from a slumber.

He falls forward as he keens, his hand sliding around your throat, fingers gripping with a hunger that matches his lips as they close over yours, capturing your breath. Your tongues tangle in a sensual duel. 'What is your command?' he murmurs, his voice a rasp against your skin. 'I'll give you anything,' he promises, intoxicated by pleasure, the rhythm of his hips quick and relentless. He slides out smoothly, teasing until you're almost empty before driving into you with the force of a tempest.

The kiss ends with a passionate tug of your teeth on the lushness of his bottom lip. With a seductive grace, you guide him nearer, savoring the taste of desire as you press tender, lingering kisses along his temple, trailing down until his ear is at your mouth. “Make me cum.” 

AN: Thanks for reading. 💋-Jelly

Lol, it's me

watching someone in your notes go through your entire catalogue of work

”we’re just too different” - break up things

prompt list by @novelbear

"i think it's time we take a break."

hesitating to delete their photos from your phone

"i told you, we're done." "you sent me a text, you asshole. you didn't tell me anything."

the moment in the conversation where something snaps, their heart drops and they realize that this isn't going to work.

"no, no wait hold on..."

tearing up at anything that reminds them of the other

just taking those few moments to cry their eyes out because as much as they hate to admit, they're sad.

"why are you back? i meant what i said."

"i'm going to miss you. so much."

changing their nickname saved in their contacts back to just a full name.

^ or having to angrily (or tearfully) block them entirely.

dreading having to explain to family/friends that the relationship is over

"it shouldn't have to be like this, we both know that."

that one last visit to pick up their stuff.

^ or simply even leaving things at the doorstep/leaving a key to get in on their own so that they don't have to cross paths

"i just don't think this is working out."

getting ready to adjust/do something that they'd normally do with the other in mind, but remember that they're no longer part of their routine.

^ or the other way around: forgetting to do something for themselves because their ex would be the one to normally take care of it.

distracting themselves from the urge of picking up their phone and checking on them.

List of “angry confession” prompts

“Since when did you ever care about me?!” “Since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce!” 

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” “I mean, I’m fine so it’s okay—” “No, it’s not okay. Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve hurt yourself.“

“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

“You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you?” 

“Trust me, I’m also trying to understand how in the shit this happened.” 

“…This is why I knew I shouldn’t have gotten close to you.”

“I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.”

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.” 

“Yeah, well, If I could, I’d lose feelings for you. But it’s not that easy. It’s not that easy to just let go of someone you’ve held onto for so fucking long.” 

“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?”