I Woke Up A While Ago And All I Can Think About Is Writing About The Stages Of A Breakup Based On The

I woke up a while ago and all I can think about is writing about the stages of a breakup based on the seasons and Taylor Swift songs [Summer: The beginning of love; Fall: The highs and lows of being in a relationship; Winter: The decline and breakup; Spring: Acceptance and a new beginning].

Would it be Steve's? Probably lol, although I would like to clarify that he wouldn't be the toxic partner the protagonist would be dating, he would just be that friend who has been in love for so long and tries to open your eyes, that friend who stays until the end not because he intends to be with you, but because he really loves you and cares about you and your feelings.

Steve Harrington, Day two: Condom.

Day two of the writing challenge!! Short but concise [kisses on the forehead to @alex-walker-86 for helping me with the traduction 💕💕].

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Fluff [as always, lol].

You swallowed as you felt Steve's cool fingers brush against your sensitive skin. His hands worked deftly, unbuttoning your shirt in record time. You were anxious.

"Do you really want to do this? Because I can stop" Steve murmured somewhat nervously, his gaze always on yours, burning you, showing you how much he could come to love you.

You nodded with confidence. You would never doubt Steve, much less when it came to you. You knew he loved you like no one had ever loved you before, he showed it in his actions, his words, his "I love you" disguised as "I like you", in the fear he had of losing you and in everything he gave and would give for you. And, of course, you felt that way about him too, that was always clear to you.

"Go on, I'm ready" you whispered, watching as Steve reached over to the cabinet next to his bed and pulled out a condom. You couldn't help but smile at how nervous he was. This wasn't the first time for either of you, but it was so hard not to be nervous when you loved each other so much.

"Well, I think you're wet enough that it doesn't hurt," he said more to himself than to you. Despite that, your cheeks couldn't control the deep red, "tell me if it hurts, okay?".

You nodded, watching as Steve took his cock in his hand and wrapped it in a thin transparent coating. You were too eager.

"Okay, here I come, honey."

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She is seriously one of my role models as a writer.

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Eddie Munson, Day One: Handcuffs.

Before I start I want to clarify a few things about the au that this one shot is based on. The shot is a Soulmate au with Punk!Eddie. Y/N is a psychology student who decides to impersonate a man to see his behavior in first person so she can do a thesis based on that. On her first night undercover she meets Eddie in a notorious bar. And that's where the beginning of this shot would come.

Warnings: Smut, a little bit fluffy, MDNI, Soulmate!AU, Punk!Eddie.

You gulped, staring at Eddie's every move. It was the first time you had seen him, you didn't even remember talking to him, although it was likely that you had. You just found him very attractive; he was funny, polite, kind, and certainly very handsome.

When Eddie whispered in your ear if you would like to go to his room as he ran his hands up one of your legs, you hardly even thought about it, you just sighed a 'yes'. All you knew after that was that Eddie pulled you up to the second floor of the bar, locked you both in a room and asked you to trust him.

Now sitting in the chair with your hands cuffed behind your back, you were beginning to question whether this was a good idea.

"Calm down," he smiled mischievously, resting his hands on either side of the chair, his gaze fixed on your dumbfounded expression, "what? You really think by putting a sock in your pants and aggravating your voice a little you'll be able to get past me?"

He whispered, moving closer to your neck. He left little sonorous kisses all over your collarbone, laughing as he heard your moans.

"To tell you the truth, I don't mind that you did, but I'm surprised that you think someone like your soulmate might not sense something like that, you know?"

You froze in place, your eyes widened too much, and your gaze locked on Eddie's expression of affection. It couldn't be true, could it?

"I noticed it when I saw this" He took your wrist, placing it right on the side of your leg." It's identical, it fits perfectly, don't you think?"

Eddie smiled again, stretching out his leg and kissing the mark there. His eyes fixed on yours.

"I didn't want this to be our first interaction, but you know what they say" he chuckled, kissing your cheek, "the order of the factors does not alter the product".

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Day #3 Breeding: Steve Harrington.

You covered your lips with your left hand, closing your eyes tightly. The cold pottery made you feel more sensitive than usual, and the fact that someone could hear and see you didn't help much either.

"Honey, listen to me," Steve whispered against your ear, causing a shiver to run through your entire body, "I need you to be as quiet as possible, okay?"

You nodded quickly, too lost in your own pleasure to really hear what Steve was trying to tell you. You grabbed one of his arms, burying your fingernails into it hard. That he was a boxer helped that this didn't make you feel so guilty, Steve was someone hard to physically hurt.

You were never a fan of violence, much less a fan of being attracted to men who made a living from beating others, at least that was until you met your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, one of the best boxers in America and, if he had his way, the whole world. The first day you met him you couldn't help but ogle him, he was too beautiful and funny and perfect, and when he shyly asked for your number you knew you couldn't miss an opportunity like this.

And you hadn't been wrong at all, Steve was the best boyfriend you could have wished for, and him being a boxer helped a lot more than you thought. Especially in more... intimate things, like what you were doing right at this very moment, in the middle of the dressing room of Steve's training place.

"Are you...? Shit, are you taking the pills?" he growled, resting his head on your shoulder. You couldn't help but bang yours against the wall, your vision too blurred to get a good look at anything but Steve.

"Y-yes, I'm taking them, don't worry, you can come inside" you mumbled between gasps and moans.

Steve nodded, following your command. He gripped your hips firmly, increasing his movements, getting messier and messier, harder and harder. It wasn't long before you were cumming around him, your spongy walls squeezing his flesh hard enough to cause his member to shoot all the way inside you.

Both of you were breathing heavily, your bodies wet and numb. You looked at each other with a smile, and Steve soon kissed your lips softly.

"I love you, I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life" Steve said, helping you stand up on the floor and guiding you to the shower, ready to pamper his aching girlfriend, just like he did every time, without fail.

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