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hiii sorry if this comes up as rude or sum but i wanted to know if you are planning on keep writing? i really love your work and i saw u had some prompts from request and i just wanted to know! im sorry for bein intrusive, i hope you have a great night:)))

Hiii this isn’t rude at all anon!! tysm, I’m glad you like what I made so far! yes I plan on writing more I just have crippling blocks sometimes but I’m not dead and still have plans to continue all my stuff! I have a fun one I’m excited to get into soon 🖤💖

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Hi Emmy! Reading all you wonderful work and the work of many other talented writers here have made me want to give writing my own fics a shot as well. The thing is I'm having a little trouble and was wondering if you might have gone through the same when you started your blog. I tried posting my first fic yesterday and no matter what I tried, it wouldn't show up in the tags. I kept changing my tags and checked under latest posts but it still wouldn't appear, not even after an hour or two. It was a Steve smut fic and I used very common tags so I'm really confused. I've heard that posts made by new and relatively new accounts may not appear in the tags but I've used my account for several months now so I don't think that's the issue either. And I've changed my visibility settings accordingly as well so there should be no problem finding my account and posts. Ever had the same happen to you when you first began posting your fics? If so, what did you do to fix it?

it might be a case that you’re shadowbanned babe! I’m not sure, but that happened to me after I started posting on this account, maybe a week after creating it? you can usually tell if you’re not showing up in the tags and you can’t see your messages in your notifications.

if that’s the case, I had to message staff/support for it to be fixed! hope you get it sorted soon 🧡

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sluttiest thing a man can do is lean on something

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JOE KEERY

FLOOD MAGAZINE 2022

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this is me officially putting out the feelers for friends, if u are a writer please say hi to me i feel so weird not knowing anybody on here

i promise im not stuck up i just don't understand the ecosystem

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Omg the need to validate and make Steve feel loved is all consuming. Like I just picture him so desperate to please the girls he dates like hoping if he gets them off good enough he will be good enough and they will love him but they all just want to hook up with him cuz he’s good at getting a girl off and that’s all they want. He just needs someone to turn the tables on him and focus just on his pleasure and telling him how special and important and loved he is!!!

(I will graciously volunteer to do this for our poor sweet boy!)

You’re Good, Steve

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, oral sex (f receiving), PIV / unprotected sex, angst in the form of Steve’s issues with self worth but it’s a happy ending ♥️

Steve has spent a long time atoning for his past douchebag behavior. He’s been unsuccessful in love for what feels like a really long time, and for a while he kind of felt like he deserved it. He hadn’t been the greatest guy, he’s the first to own up to that. But it’s started to feel really upsetting to be used when all he wants is someone who’ll stay. Especially when he’s spent so long trying his best to make amends.

The first time the two of you hook up, you can feel it in him. The eagerness to please. The reputation he’s trying to live up to and surpass. The desperation to impress you feels almost performative.

Steve insists on going down on you, though you let him know he doesn’t need to.

“Guys haven’t really done that for me that much and it doesn’t always…do it,” you say with a shrug and a smile, but Steve gives you a smirk and moves down your body.

“Well I’m Steve Harrington, baby. I get the job done.” The fucker winks at you from between your thighs before diving down and eating you out like his life depended on it.

And he does get the job done. Twice. You’re grabbing at his shoulders and pulling at his shirt to get him to leave your poor abused clit alone and he comes back up over you with a shining smile.

“That do it for you, baby?”

You laugh breathlessly and nod, kissing him deeply. Your hand moves to his jeans and you palm at the impressive bulge that greets you. He only indulges himself in your touch for a moment before pushing you back against the bed.

When he does fuck you, something feels off. You realize when you open your eyes that he seems to be anxiously watching for your reactions. His words are stilted, and a bit cliche. Nothing like the man you’d fallen for. The one who says stupid things and laughs at himself. The one who teases you mercilessly soaks up every moment of pleasure with his friends.

And that when you realize that that’s what’s missing - Steve’s pleasure. You point it out while placing a hand on his cheek and grabbing at his waist to get him to stop thrusting.

“You make me feel really good,” you say quietly, maintaining eye contact. His brow furrows a bit like he’s confused.

“Well yeah that’s kinda the point baby,” he tries to say nonchalantly but you keep your hand on his cheek till his grin dims a bit, really listening now.

“You make me feel good. Not King Steve. Not Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington. Just you, Steve.” Your words are earnest and you see his eyes glaze a bit, looking suddenly far away. You use the opportunity to gently disengage yourself and maneuver him so that he’s sitting up against the headboard. You climb back into his lap and grip his cock, wet from your arousal, and stroke it slowly and rhythmically. This time he lets you.

“I don’t understand - ,” Steve starts to question you but you put a finger to his lips. You’d free hand tangles into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a slow, sensual kiss. It takes him a second but he gets into it. After a moment he’s massaging your tongue sigh his own, his hands flying from your hips to your waist to your back. When you pull away you lock eyes with him again.

“There’s nothing to understand. You’ve been making tonight all about me - and believe me, you’ve rocked my world - but now I wanna rock yours.”

You can see the protest in his eyes, lips parted and poised to argue, to wrestle back control and continue the viscous cycle he’s found himself stuck in, but you choose that moment to sink back down on his cock. A moan falls instead from those parted lips, his hands coming to grip your hips as he bottoms out inside you.

And you ride him. Slow and steady at first. Then picking up speed as you watch him start to fall apart. You maintain eye contact the whole time. At first it seems difficult for him. You assume he’s not used to this level of vulnerability or intimacy. But anytime he tries to look away, you grip his chin and bring him back to you.

You feel you’ve finally reached him when you shift so that you’re in his arms, rolling your hips in a shallow range of motion but keeping your forehead pressed to his. His face crumples and he lets out a loud whine at the angle change. His eyes flit down to try and see your hips as you work them against his,but they dart back up without being promoted, searching for yours and finding you still gazing at him. Open and warm.

“You’re so good, Steve,” you pant into his accepting mouth. Your previous orgasms had made you wet and pliable and you’re bouncing on him now, waiting for him to find his release but enjoying the ride nonetheless.

Steve moans at your words, eyes rolling back in his head before flitting back to yours anxiously. His fingers bruise your hips and you love it. Ache to see the marks he leaves behind in the cool light of morning.

“Yeah?” Steve asks in response yo your praise.

“Yeah. So good, Steve.”

He cries when he cums that night. It’s not much, really just a few tears that spill over his lashes at the overwhelming pleasure of his climax and the overwhelming emotion you caused him to confront. You never speak of it directly with him, but as your relationship progresses you learn more and more of the circumstances that brought Steve to question his worth. The circumstances that made him see pleasuring lovers as a penance, one that never seemed to pay off with affection and someone who stayed.

But you made sure to remind Steve every day that his pleasure was an integral component of your own. And that he was good enough as he was - flaws and growing pains and all.

And you stayed.

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Why does he look so serious…

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The best Stranger Things photoshoots

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We Tried The World

The Introduction CH1. Hawkins, IN CH2. Springfield, IL CH3. The Ozarks, MO CH4. Wichita, KS CH5. Crested Butte, CO CH6. Moab, UT CH7. Vegas, NV CH8. Carmel-by-the-Sea, CA The Mixtape

COMING SOON

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sometimes twitter is the best

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#pretty boy <3

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I am not gonna be what my daddy wants me to be

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Nancy: excuse me she asked for no pickles

Robin: <3

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Jonathan, high as hell: excuse me he asked for….. for?

Argyle: no pickles my dude

Jonathan: no pickles yeah

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Eddie: excuse me he asked for extra pickles

Steve: NO I DID NOT 

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Never wanted to be a guitar so badly in my life

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#We all need a platonic soulmate like Steve