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Steal My Girl (Steve Harrington x fem!reader)

(18+ MDNI)

WC: 477

I finally got around to writing these, sorry for the long wait 🫣

Warning: unprotected sex (P in V)

Steve Harrington couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he knew he fell head over heels for you. If he’s being honest, it might have been the first time he laid eyes on you.

That faithful day, you walked into Family Video with red lipgloss lips that complimented your smile. He would soon find out your signature piece is cherry-flavored when he kissed you for the first time. It instantly became his favorite flavor.

The moral of the story- Steve was a goner the moment you came into his life.

There was an aurora to you that made everyone around you feel safe and welcomed. You never made anyone feel left out, and you could make the grouchiest person crack a smile.

How could he not fall in love when you were the literal representation of perfection.

Steve wasn’t insecure by any means; he trusts you and knows your relationship is far from any of his previous ones. But there are certain instances where he feels a sense of annoyance when a guy thinks he has a shot with his ray of sunshine.

Steve’s way of ridding said annoyance involves fucking you until you're screaming his name.

“Who do you belong to, pretty girl,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear.

“You, Steve, fuck, I’m yours,” you gasp, hands fisting into the sheets.

Steve hums in approval, increasing his pace, hips smacking deliciously against your ass. His fingers sneak down your body, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“You’re shaking, baby, is my cock that good,” he chuckles breathily. He groans when you clench in response, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Stevie, please,” you whine, “let me come.”

“Come, baby, I want you to scream so loud that asshole from next door hears who’s fucking you so good.”

A loud piercing scream leaves you as your orgasm overtakes you, your eyes squeezing shut from how good it feels.

Your legs shake, as Steve wraps an arm around your waist to hold you up, grinding his hips against you to help ride out your orgasm.

“So fucking beautiful,” he sighs, burying his face into your neck.

“I love you, Steve,” you murmur, eyes closing due to the overstimulation.

“Fuck, I love you too, baby,” he moans, hips stuttering as his orgasm washes over him.

He rolls over onto the bed, bringing you with him so your back presses against his.

“I don’t know why you get so jealous, babe. He was just being nice.” You hum, intertwining your hand with his.

“I wasn’t jealous,” Steve scoffs, “he didn't have to stand so close to ask you a question.” His voice is slightly muffled, his lips pressed to the crown of your head.

You giggle, turning slightly to look at him. “Don’t worry, Harrington, I’m all yours.”

“Hell yeah, you are.” He says, a small smirk forming on his lips

[metallicamunson]

The smallest of preview 😅

I’m on thanksgiving break so I’m hoping to get some of these blurbs done! :)

[metallicamunson]

Blurbs based on One Direction’s album FOUR.

Steal My Girl (Steve Harrington) (18+)

Ready to Run (Sirius Black)

Where Do Broken Hearts Go (Steve Harrington)

18 (James Potter)

Girl Almighty (Remus Lupin)

Fool’s Gold (Steve Harrington)

Night Changes (Eddie Munson) (18+)

No Control (Rockstar!Eddie Munson) (18+)

Fireproof (James Potter) (18+)

Spaces (To be determined…)

Stockholm Syndrome (Sirius Black)

Clouds (James Potter)

Change Your Ticket (Remus Lupin) (18+)

Illusion (Steve Harrington)

Once in a Lifetime (Rockstar!Eddie Munson)

Act My Age (Sirius Black)

Depending on how well these blurbs do, I might end up doing the rest of their albums 🤭🤍

[metallicamunson]

Boyfriend(James Potter x FemReader)

Hi everyone, I finally finished this fic after months of starting it. It’s not my best work but it’s not too shabby considering I haven’t written in a while. Hope you guys enjoy this song inspired fic 🥲🤍

Word Count: 3,099

Warnings: Angst to Fluff, some cursing.

Summary: One where you and James find your way back to each other

——-

If there is one thing you and James are good at, it’s getting under one another’s skin.

It didn’t matter that your relationship ended in your seventh year at Hogwarts. Having the same friend group means seeing each other constantly. Not to mention, the breakup was a mutual decision, deeming that it would be best to be friends while you both figured out what came after school.

Looking back, you can’t help but feel it was a stupid decision. A brash agreement made by two teenagers in love, scared to take the next step in their relationship.

You very much still love James Potter.

And James Potter is still very much in love with you.

Although- neither of you knows it.

Meanwhile, your friends watch from the sidelines, waiting for either of you to make the first move to rekindle your romance.

DATE ONE (James)

It all started when the marauders invited the whole group for brunch. They all sat around the table on the balcony of their home, enjoying fluffy waffles with various fruits spread over the table. You couldn’t help but sneak glances toward James; he looked good. The white T-shirt he wore- accentuated his muscular arms, and his waist in those trousers was a look to die for.

You bit your lip in embarrassment when you caught Remus’ gaze; his eyebrows raised and a knowing smirk on his lips. You shook your head, taking a long sip of your champagne.

“Word on the street is that Prongs got himself a date tonight,” Sirius says, nudging James in the ribs with an elbow.

Now that- caught the attention of everyone, especially yours. Your eyes met with James’ who looked like a deer caught in headlights. He let out an awkward cough, twisting the ring on his middle finger.

“Uh- yeah, it’s a girl I met the other day at a coffee shop.”

It suddenly felt like your intestines were twisting into knots as jealousy consumed your now racing heart.

“That’s great, James,” Marlene smiles; she can’t help but look over at you. “What's her name?”

“Hannah, but it’s nothing serious,” he quickly adds, “it might not even go anywhere.”

“Well, you better bloody make sure she has a good time- she’s fine as f-, ow what the hell!” Sirius glares at Lilly, who just kicked him under the table.

“Okay- enough talk about James’ lov-”

“I’m happy for you; I hope you have a splendid time with what’s her face,” you chirp, lips settling into a tight smile. “Maybe this time around, you’ll get the first date right.”

Now that stung, you always assured James that you loved your first date despite the minor- okay, major hic-ups along the way. Truth be told you- love it; you found him adorable when he attempted to fix everything. He thought you’d never want to see him again, but imagine his surprise when you kissed him at the end of your date.

“Her name is Hanna- Lilly; stop doing that!” Sirius exclaims, kicking her back.

“I know you did not just kick me, Sirius Black!” Lilly says, throwing a grape in his direction.

“Will you two stop acting like children,” Remus sighs, “now let's all take a deep breath-”

“You know what, I will have a great time with Hannah! I might take her to that little Italian restaurant with the good breadsticks!” James says, shooting a terse smile your way.

That’s yours and James’ place. The place you both first said, ‘I love you.’

“Sounds like a lovely idea.” You scoot your chair back, throwing your napkin on your plate. “You know what, I forgot I have an errand to run. Thank you for brunch, boys. Bye, everyone.”

You take your bag from the handle of your chair, exiting through the sliding door.

James groans, leaning his forehead against his fist with his eyes closed.

Later that night

“You know what, I’m happy for him. I’m sure he and Helen will make a great couple,” you murmur, pacing back and forth.

“Hannah.” Marlene corrects before shrinking back when you raise your eyebrow at her.

“(Y/n) Why won’t you admit it; you still love him!” Lilly sighs, sitting up from her spot on your bed.

“Me? Lilly, please, we both agreed our breakup was for the best. I’m fine with it.”

“Your eye twitched when you said that.” Marlene laughed.

“It did not,” you lift your hand to your eye. You lay down between the two girls, staring at the ceiling of your room. “Okay, maybe it hurt a little when he said he was taking her to our spot.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sure he wouldn’t do that to you,” Marlene says with a sympathetic smile.

“I don’t even know why I care; we broke up almost a year ago. One of us dating was bound to happen.”

—

It turns out Hannah was someone who liked to move fast. James couldn’t have made a faster excuse to leave when she mentioned what names he’d want for their baby.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel ecstatic when Remus told you.

DATE ONE (Y/n)

“I’m sorry, I could have sworn I heard you say (Y/n) has a date with Caleb.” James laughs, walking into the kitchen where Remus and Sirius sit around the island. “You know the number of times he put the moves on her when we were dating; he should give it up.”

“Erm Prongs, I did say exactly that,” Remus chuckles nervously.

James stood still, the fridge wide open; his mind went completely blank for a few seconds. His grip on the handle tightened, grabbing the milk before slamming the fridge door shut.

“Are you okay, mate? I know this is the first date she’s been on since you two broke up.” Sirius slides a bowl across the island towards James.

“I’m fine. (Y/n) doesn’t owe me anything.” He shakes the cereal aggressively into his bowl. “I’m happy for her.”

Remus and Sirius share a look; they know for a fact that he is not okay.

A few days later

You knocked on the door of the marauders, your other hand holding a basket of pastries you made for them. A few seconds later, the door opens.

“Oh, hey.” James smiles, moving to the side to let you in.

You nod your head as a greeting, handing him the basket. “I thought I’d drop these off- Remus has been nagging me to make him my ‘famous brownies.’ I um- also made a few scones in there, or whatever,” you mumble.

You made scones, his favorite. He can’t help but grin; why does his heart feel like it is about to beat out of his chest?

“I smell brownies!” Remus runs down the spiral stairs, snatching the basket from James and rummaging through it. “Why are two just standing there- we have a couch, you know?”

James rolls his eyes, gesturing for you to move into the living room. “How did you smell brownies- your room is at the end of the hall upstairs.”

“You seem to forget about my werewolf capabilities.” Remus points out, moaning when he takes a bite of the brownie. “How’d your date go?”

James visibly tenses, staring at the side of your face. You shift in your seat, picking at your nails. “It went well. He treated me well, paid for dinner, and made me laugh.”

Remus nods in approval, though he can’t help but feel he jumped the bullet, bringing it up with James in the room.

James felt himself spiraling. What he said next wasn’t his finest moment.

“It seems kind of desperate going out with a guy who follows you around like a puppy.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, James,” your head snaps in his direction, a frown now evident on your face.

“I don’t know; I just think he’s a loser- anyone who goes out with him must not have very high standards.”

Your eyes brim with tears, so this is what he thought of you. “You know what, fuck you, James Potter,” you scoff, “I’ll have you know he is not a loser- he's a gentleman!”

“He’s creepy (Y/n); the man borderline stalks you!” James laughs in disbelief.

“You know what, I don’t have to listen to this!” You exclaim, flinging a pillow in his direction. You turn to Remus, “I’ll call you later tonight- I can’t be around,” you gesture with your hands towards James, “him.”

You stomp your way out of their house, slamming the door shut.

“That was a dick move,” Remus says, taking another brownie from the basket.

“I’m looking after her!” James sighs, hugging the pillow to his chest.

“Are you sure it’s not because you’re in love with her and got jealous,” he looks over at James.

“What! No! Pshh, our breakup was mutual, remember?”

“Uh-hm, sure, keeping living in denial, prongs.” Remus takes the basket from the coffee table, heading towards the stairs.

“She brought those for all of us, you know!” James shouts from his spot on the couch. He rolls his eyes with a small smile when he hears Remus running up the stairs.

—

James was right. But you’d run around naked in negative-degree weather before admitting that- out loud.

DATE TWO (James)

You found out about his second date through Marlene this time around. It was some girl he ran into at the gym. According to Marlene, she was the one to ask him out, which intrigued James.

You were okay with it. Totally completely fine.

“Do you know where they’re going?” You say, trying to sound nonchalant, flipping through the channels of Marlene’s TV.

“Sirius said they were going bowling.”

“Cool.”

You throw the remote beside you, your mind not focusing on anything but James. Ever since you went on your date with Caleb, the bickering between the both of you only intensified. The two of you could not be in the same room with each other without one or the other making a snide remark.

“Are you okay?”

“Mmhm, he’s a single man; he can do what he wants,” you murmur, tugging the blanket under your chin.

—

“So how’s it going between gym girl and James?” you murmur, sectioning Sirius’ hair in half to start braiding two braids.

“I don’t know, he hasn’t talked about it much,” he shrugs.

You frown; this could mean one of two things. They either hit it off and are keeping their relationship a secret. Or it went so bad that James refuses to speak about it.

“Ow! I would still like to have my hair intact after this love.”

“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind,” you chuckle nervously, scratching his scalp softly.

“He talks about you a lot, you know.”

Sirius glances up at you, a knowing look in his eyes.

“I- we can’t stand each other. We can’t even have a normal conversation before an argument starts.”

“(Y/n), I love you, so when I say this, it’s with all the love in the world- you and James need to get your heads out of your arses and talk about it.”

—

You stand before the boys’ apartment; you raise your knuckles towards the door before pulling back. You’ve been standing here for five minutes- trying to find the courage to speak to your ex-lover. Do you still love him? Of course- you do. Why else would it hurt so much when he goes on these dates? What if he tells you he doesn’t want the same?

You shake your head, taking a deep breath before knocking on the wooden door. You rock on your heels, biting your lip nervously.

The door opens, revealing a woman who is the definition of a Vogue magazine model. She has straight blond hair, she definitely seems like she works out, and the band tee she wears- wait a minute.

Your breath hitches once you recognize it; you’ve worn that shirt one too many times after spending the night with James. You can feel the lump in your throat start to form.

“Hey, are you okay?” The blond asks, worry laced in her tone.

“Oh! Sorry, I got the wrong apartment,” you smile tightly, turning to walk away.

Yeah, James Potter definitely moved on, you thought.

DATE TWO (Y/N)

“He’s a good guy! Come on (Y/n), let me set this up!”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for another date- Lils, the last one was a total disaster,” you murmur.

“To be fair, we did warn you that Caleb wasn’t a good idea- plus it’s been five months,” Lilly hums, poking your cheek.

You bat her hand away, sending a playful glare her way, “Fine.”

“You won’t regret it! I promise Mason is worth it!” Lilly squeals, clapping her hands together.”

—

Lilly was right- he’s perfect.

Mason Moriarty has a great job at the ministry that pays him a hefty number of galleons. His smile is one that would make all the girls swoon. He’s the kind of guy who holds the door and respects women.

He made you laugh and paid attention to what you were saying. Mason Moriarty was respectful and made you feel comfortable.

One date turned into two, and two turned into three.

He was perfect- so what was that nagging feeling in your heart?

—

Word spreads fast in the friend group. So it came as no surprise that James got word about you and Mason.

“Who even is that guy- he seems like a tosser,” James grunts, bringing his beer can to his lips. “I mean, she can do so much better!”

Sirius rolls his eyes, putting his book down. He couldn’t get any reading done with James’ constant outbursts.

“He’s a cool dude, he treats our (Y/n/n) well.” Sirius reaches over the coffee table to get himself a can. “At least pretend to be happy for her.”

“I can be happy for her! I just think he isn’t the one for her! The guy’s last name is Moriarty, (Y/n) Moriarty, sounds stupid!” James groans, throwing his head back on the couch.

“Enlighten me then, James- who should she be with then,” Sirius quirks an eyebrow.

“I don’t-” James sighs in frustration, “(Y/n) deserves someone who will love her unconditionally, someone who will cut the crust of her sandwich because she hates the texture. She needs someone who will hold her hand when she sees a pigeon because; for some odd reason, she finds them terrifying. It needs to be someone who will run to the nearest pharmacy to grab medicine when she’s sick because god knows she won’t go to the doctor’s office.” James rants, pulling at his hair.

“And Mason can’t do that?” Sirius pushes, a smirk forming on his lips, one he tries to hide with his hands.

That was the final straw.

“No Padfoot! Moriarty can never love her the way that I do!” James blurts out, throwing his empty can on the floor.

James’ eyes widen in realization, mouth opening, and closing with no words.

“Bingo! What are you going to do about it, Potter?”

“Nothing, there’s no way she still feels the same.”

“Wrong,” Remus waltzed into the room, sitting next to James, “You two are so in love with each other it’s sickening.”

James shakes his head in confusion, his heart racing at the possibility.

“I mean, for fucks sake, Prongs, are you blind?”

“I’m an idiot,” James groans, running his hands down his face. “Fuck, what if I’m too late.”

“I heard from a little birdy, that she cut it off with Mason.” Remus hums, a smile tugging on his lips.

James practically jumps up from his spot, an unsure look on his face.

“Go get your girl James.”

The Reconciliation

You squint your eyes, slipping on your slippers, the constant knocking on your door waking you from your slumber. You pause at the threshold of your bedroom, taking a vase from your desk. Warily, you look into the peephole of your door, sighing in relief when you see James. You open the door, a million thoughts running through your head.

“James, what- it’s two in the morning; what are you doing here?”

“I’m still in love with you,” James rushes out before he chickens out.

Your eyes widen, lips parting, “What-”

“I know this is coming out of nowhere, but I need you to know how I feel. I know it’s selfish, and Mason is in the picture- or not, I don’t know, Remus said he wasn’t. Anyway- I don’t think you ever left my mind (Y/n) from the day we broke up. I felt this void within me. The dates I went on felt wrong- it felt like somehow I was betraying you,” He chuckles breathly. “And when I found out you were starting to date, I was jealous- god that sounds immature. The point is, I thought our breakup was for the best- but (Y/n) I think I was just scared that I was falling more in love with you. I still love you, and I don’t know if I’m making a fool- out of myself- but I know I had to try and fight for you.”

“James-” you whisper, your lower lip trembling, tears welling in your eyes, “I love you.” You wrap your arms around his neck, careful with the vase in your hand. “I missed you so much, I know we were never really apart, yet you felt so far away.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” James laughs, his arms find home around your waist.

“We’re fools,” You giggle, “We should have never broken up, I was only kidding myself by thinking I would ever get over you, Jamie.”

“Yeah well, I’m never letting you go now you're stuck with me, sweetheart.” He grins.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, Potter,” You hum, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw.

“Not to ruin the moment- but why are you holding a vase?”

You smile sheepishly, “I thought you were some kind of thief.”

“I am- a thief who stole your heart,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“You are so cheesy,” you laugh, tugging him into your apartment and closing the door behind you. You place the vase on a nearby table before turning to face James again.

“You love it.”

“Yeah, I do- now come over here and kiss me.” You grin, rocking on your heels.

He beams, placing his hands on each side of your face, pressing his lips against yours.

Mission Accomplished

Fin

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[metallicamunson]

About this post… I wrote half of the fic and got the worst case of writers block lol I need someone to yell at me to get it done 😭

Update:

I finally sat my ass down and finished. The story is scheduled for later today :)

[metallicamunson]

Ahhh thank you!! I have a confession to make- I have been following your works for a while but have always been to shy to interact! 😅

𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽…𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?

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[metallicamunson]

This chokehold this series has on me, amazing writing!!😭🤍

𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘦

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽…𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?

𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂!𝖺𝗎 | 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 | 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖮𝗇𝖾

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗐𝗈

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋 -𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇

𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

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I want to start writing again but I’m not sure if anyone would be interested in reading. I have these two in the works but I’m not sure which one I should finish first (any feedback is appreciated) 🥲

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Masterlist

~Marauders Era

James potter:

- Boyfriend

- FOUR (mini blurbs)

Sirius Black:

-FOUR (mini blurbs)

Remus Lupin:

-FOUR (mini blurbs)

~Stranger Things (coming soon)

Steve Harrington:

-FOUR (mini blurbs)

Eddie Munson:

-FOUR (mini blurbs)

[metallicamunson]

~ I have written in the past. You can still read my old works but I’m to lazy to link every single one of them (you should be able to find them by using the search bar on my blog). I used to write for Fred, George, and Cedric. I also have one James fic. (If you’re interested :) )

~New Masterlist

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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「 jealousy, jealously 」

eddie munson x henderson!fem reader

summary: you were a part of hellfire long before your brother and his friends got to high school, yet they fit right into the club while you get pushed aside. 

requested: no

word count: 6.4k

warnings: light angst, jealousy, brief arguing/raised voices, lots of fluff, kissing, fake gagging, few curse words

a/n: i apparently can’t write short fics for eddie, but i don’t think anyone is complaining about it. plus, i think the fics are freaking adorable & i’m highkey kinda proud of them. so i hope you continue enjoying them, as i’ve got plenty of ideas for him with more coming daily. if you’ve got an idea you’d like done (for eddie or any other st character) feel free to send it my way & i’ll give it a go. also, i couldn’t think of a better title than this, but the actual fic has no purposeful inpsiration from the olivia rodrigo song. i hope you enjoy it regardless! Xx

You groan as you see your brother and his friends make their way through the cafeteria towards you. Knowing it was their first day of high school, you had no doubt they’d try to sit with you. It’s not that you don’t want them to, but you’re terrified that they’ll embarrass you in front of your long-standing crush and dungeon master.

It had been a few months into your freshman year of high school when the small group of friends you’d found yourself in started ranting about how weird and creepy the Hellfire club - and their leader, Eddie Munson - was. You didn’t quite hold the same opinions, though, since you’d been playing the game for a few years by then. In fact, you had only recently given it up when the friend you played with moved towns.

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Mailman James is something I didn’t know I needed in life sksusjsk

Love Letter - Mailman!James Potter x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.3K

Summary: Your daughter has been the mailman’s little helper for weeks, unbeknownst to you. You decide to take up the chance to get to know him better, after all, it would be a shame if your daughter knew the handsome man who wrote you love letters better than you did.

Contents/Warnings: Reader is referred to as ‘mummy’, mother!reader

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

Your fingers brushed gently against the translucent plastic covering your name on the front of the envelope. The paper tore easily, your nails scraping against the bills inside as you slit the letter open.

You let out a half-hearted ‘thank you,’ to the mailman who lingered at the door, your eyes downcast towards the letter before you could take in his appreciative smile at your words.

“See you tomorrow,” He called, boots scuffing against the steps of your front walkway.

You only hummed in agreement, and probably not loud enough for him to hear.

Your mind was completely immersed in the bills you clutched. You should have enough to make ends meet this month. Groceries would be tight, but you could cut back on Alyssa’s breakfast budget by sending her to school early this week, in time for the complimentary toast and eggs they served in her school’s cafeteria.

She didn’t mind. She never did. Really, you were grateful to have a daughter who understood you and your situation so well. Long hours, not enough pay, constant stress. She was the light of your life, and it hurt to have to brush her off for overtime hours or because you couldn’t pay for enough food, but you knew she’d understand.

“Mummy,” There she was now. Her bright yellow sneakers, dulled only by loose dirt that she’d managed to grind into the canvas fabric, pounded down the hallway as she ran up to your side, “Mummy, did I get anything in the mail today?”

“No bug,” You smiled down softly at her, your fingers raking gently through the wisps of hair that stuck out around her head, “Why, were you expecting something?”

She opened her mouth to respond, but her eyes caught sight of something behind you, and lit up in glee. You spun around as she sprinted to the door, your brows furrowing as she reached eagerly for the knob.

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James as Spiderman…. I can’t breathe

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

BYE PICTURING HIM IN THE SUIT. LORD.

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You'd seen the news articles before James had even gotten a chance to text you.

Omw :) - he'd said, message coming in at the top of the screen while you giggled at the headlines.

Spidey's Secret Admirer?

Caught in his Web - Secret Spider Romance?

Spider-Man turned Lover-Boy: Masked vigilante caught swinging across the city with flowers. But for whom?

You screenshotted the blurry, grainy pictures of him that the news stations were losing their minds over, sending him one and adding, I know ;)

They ruimed the surorise!! :( - James's mediocre texting skills told you that he hadn't stopped swinging at all, your brows knitting with worry as you typed back, Don't you dare text and swing!

You heard a thud against your window only seconds later, scoffing as you tore open your curtains to see James's hands pressed up against the glass. He held his phone out teasingly at you, clutched in the same hand as the wilting bouquet of flowers that looked ten times worse than they had five minutes ago in the pictures you'd seen.

You ushered him in quickly, shutting your window tightly and giggling at the fistful of flowers he'd brought you.

He ripped off his mask, smile bashful at the dying flowers, petals falling into your lap as he spoke, "They used to look better than this. Just swung too fast, I guess."

"Crashing into my window probably didn't help," You raised an eyebrow at him, taking the bouquet nonetheless and smiling happily at him, "But thank you."

"Anything for m'bird," He grinned, eyes widening a split second before light blasted through your curtains, eliciting a squeak from you as you tried shielding your eyes.

"He went in there!" You hear someone yell from the street, your eyes meeting James's as he hurriedly pulled the bed away from the wall, ushering you behind it and joining you underneath only seconds later. He slid the bed back over you like it was nothing, arms flexing impressively in the suit. You let him tug you into his arms, a comforting embrace while the paparazzi raged outside, still clutching the sad bouquet from earlier.

"Well bird," He sighed, smiling at you apologetically, "'S gonna be a long night. Wanna play uno?"

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Tree’s the Charm - Lumberjack!James Potter x Fem!Reader

WC: 1.1K / navi

Summary: Your kids are eager to get the construction of their new treehouse underway, and your husband is eager to make a mess.

Notes: Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! I’d love to hear what you think of this :) Also not me naming this as a pun about my first fic on this account 

“Mason,” James chided, one hand reaching behind his back to pry the child off of him, “Y'know you can’t mess around when I’m cuttin’ stuff.”

“But Papa,” Mason whined, little legs finally reaching the ground as James lowered his worn sneakers back into the dirt, “I wanna climb the tree!”

“Then climb the tree,” You stepped onto the porch, giving your son a stern glance, “But don’t use your Papa as a ladder. Just because he’s building you one doesn’t mean he’s a stand-in until it’s finished.”

The mention of James’s current project had Mason bouncing on the balls of his feet, “Papa, how big is the treehouse gonna be?!”

“I dunno, Mace,” James was fixedly staring at the wood he sawed, “As big as the tree, I s’pose.”

“Yes!” The baby in your arms squirmed at her brother’s excited outburst, reaching eagerly for the ground as Mason ran excited laps around the tree. You gently lowered Sophie to the ground, letting her little feet rest in the tall, uncut weeds that invaded your quaint grassy garden, keeping one of your fingers in each of her hands as she toddled around the yard.

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Sxdfha Sof this is a work of art 🤌🏽

✧.* 𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐞 | 𝐣.𝐩.

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

content: oral sex (fem receiving), reader has a ponytail that gets pulled on, p in v. idk s’all pretty sweet tbh :)

"ready to go, darlin'?" james shuffles into the kitchen, fidgeting mindlessly with the waistband of his workout shorts while he opens the fridge and reaches for his pre-filled water bottle.

the large refillable water bottle hits the counter and then his hands are cradling your face, squeezing your cheeks so you're forced to look up at his grinning face. "baby! get excited, s'gonna be fun, 'promise!"

you whine, pouting your lips as much as you can in his grip and curling your toes in your worn out running shoes when he leans down to press a kiss to your mouth. "you owe me for this, jamie."

he laughs again, bringing his hands to knead at your ass through your black tights. "oh yeah? for wanting to spend time with you?"

the huff that leaves your mouth makes a couple of the curls that rest on his forehead bounce, "for making me go hiking... outdoors..." your scowl returns. "in the heat."

his lips curl into another amused smile, and with a final kiss to your pouty lips he's pulling you away from the counter and moving you towards the front door with an encouraging pat to your ass, "yeah, yeah let's go angel, we can get ice cream on the way back."

another twig snaps under your foot just as another groan escapes your lips. "james," you whine, slapping at your arm when a mosquito lands on it. "how much longer?"

"baby," he laughs, walking up to tighten your ponytail with an amused grin. "we can still see the parking lot from here."

you huff, "so? we saw the view, we walked up the trail." you slump into his chest, pouting up at him. "don't you wanna go home and have sex? I'll let you eat me out."

the smile on his face quirks into a knowing smirk. "oh you'll let me huh?"

you nod with a smile of your own, reaching up to nip at his bottom lip as his big hands move to your ass. "know you love it."

"oh I do," he agrees, indulging your kiss for a second more before pulling away and smacking your ass. "but first, we hike."

hand in hand, he half drags you up the trail, stopping one too many times to wipe sweaty hair out of your face while you chug water or to retie your shoelaces when they become too loose. you also watch with annoyed endearment how james chats to every person that trecks by, pets every dog, and waves at every child. and it doesn't help that half way up the trail he takes off his shirt, tucking it into his waistband and stretching his arms high above his head, making all the muscles in his abs and chest twitch and glisten under the sun. he notices, of course—catches every look, every flustered huff, and every time you try to cover the way your thighs rub needily together.

by the time you make it to the top, you're a flushed mess. cheeks aflame from thirsting after your boyfriend for the past hour, and chest on fire from the exercise you never even agreed to! but even you can't deny how beautiful the view is—a thousand shades of green lush turn into tiny specks as the huge expense of space in front of you keeps going and going for miles on end.

"see? told you it'd be worth it." you can hear the grin in his words as he wraps himself around you from behind, sweaty skin sticking to yours as he props his chin on your shoulder. his hands meet on your stomach, thumbs resting comfortably right under your waistband.

you wanna say something snarky, maybe something about your sore legs not thinking it was worth it, but there's a little flutter in your belly that tells you to shut up. the more you think about it the more it's clear he just wanted to spend some time with you. sure, you live together, spend almost every second in the same room since you both started working from home, but sometimes that's not enough. you're both busy—school, work, your families—and so sometimes just being in the same apartment is not enough.

"I love you, y'know?"

your voice is a little quieter that he expects, and definitely more vulnerable than you want it to be. but all he does is breathe out a laugh against your cheek before pressing a kiss to it. "I love you, angel." he bites at the fleshy skin and then trails the kisses down to your neck. "ready for your reward?"

the tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine, making your question come out an unsure whisper, "ice cream?"

this time he bites at the special place on your neck he always likes to leave love bites on, chuckling against the skin. "I'll get you ice cream later, baby, 'promise." his fingers hook around the waistband of your tights again, and this time they begin pulling down.

"james, wha—"

he shushes you, tells you to trust him and then sinks down to his knees, taking your soon to be dusty tights down with him. "grab on to the railing, baby."

your hands scramble to do as he says, the metal bar coming to rest against your tummy as james uses his hands to spread you open. "james," you start to complain again, huffing and puffing even though you can both tell you're starting to give in. "m'all sweaty and you promised me ice cream and—"

when he laughs, his warm breath fans against your ass, and you can't help the way you twitch when he thumbs at the wet spot growing on your underwear. "so grumpy and yet..." he adjusts his grip and the way the fabric shifts against your clit makes you arch back into his touch. "so wet. god, so fucking pretty," he says almost to himself, his voice full of awe, "and just for me right, baby?"

you don't reply, not because you're being a brat but because the anticipation has you by the throat. james notices your silence and noses at your cunt, brushing softly at your covered hole. "right, baby?"

"y-yes," your response is breathy, and it's enough for him to fist at your underwear and pull it down to meet your pants. your breathing is choppy by now, a little nervous but full of needy desire as you wait for his tongue to meet its mark. when it does, your lips part into an inaudible "oh" that never quite makes it out. "james."

he hums into your cunt, thumbs resting where your ass meets your thighs, holding you open for him to take what he needs. it's messyand hungry, the loud squelching making nervous embarrassment boil in your tummy at the thought of someone walking up the trail to find you like this, bare and bent over the railing while your boyfriend eats you out from behind.

"j-james, someone could—oh I—I mean someo—"

he shushes you again, soothing your nerves with a perfectly placed flick of his tongue, "s'alright, baby. jus' be good and let me eat your pretty pussy alright?" his tongue traces a sloppy line from your clit to your entrance, and his cock twitches in his shorts at the wanton moan you let out. "so good to me today, always look so pretty like this."

you almost want to laugh. you have not been good, in fact you've been a bit of a pest—dragging your feet and complaining about having to leave the house; but it also makes you want to cry, because this man loves you so selflessly, annoying bratty streaks and all, and it's a love you've never felt before... and a love you're certain you'd never find again.

his tongue pokes in and out of your wet centre, a mix of his drool and your slickness dripping down your inner thigh before he leans down to catch it, kissing his way back to your pussy. "god, you taste so fucking good."

it's unfair, really, how he can make you come undone with a few words and skilled touches. your knuckles pale as you tighten your grip on the railing, and the force of his next suck makes you smack right into it with your hips, drawing a pained whimper from your bruised lips. you forget about the pain as soon as it happens though, too focused on chasing the orgasm that's just within reach—which is why when james pulls away, leaving you high and wanting, you can't help the pathetic little sob that escapes you.

"here, baby. m'right here, jus' let me—" he pulls you away from the railing and drapes his shirt over it, right where your hips meet it. he folds it over a couple times before pressing you back against it and dropping down to his knees again. "s'that better, angel?"

he kisses at the soft skin of your ass while he waits for you to answer, and even though all you can give him is a clumsy nod he takes it and dives back into your soaked pussy like a starved man. you try not to dwell too much on his actions—knowing full well crying over how much you love him while his head is buried between your legs would certainly kill the mood.

when you come, he licks and sucks you through it, lapping wet strokes through your folds, drinking up your release, and with a parting kiss to your twitching centre he stands and brings his hands to his waistband. "gonna take my cock, pretty?" his length swipes through your wetness before he starts to sink in, "there you go, let me in, baby."

one of his hands wraps around your ponytail and tugs, forcing your back into an arch that lets him smear a kiss against your temple. the other hand sneaks around your front to toy with your still sensitive clit, drawing loose circles that bring you closer and closer to a second climax as his cock slides in and out of you.

broken little moans blend with the soft breeze blowing through the leaves and the quiet sound of the waterfall nearby, and yet james is pretty sure all he can hear is you, making little noises that sound just like angel—the eighth wonder of the universe if you ask him—and it blows his mind that he's the lucky bastard that gets to have you like this, bent over a railing at the top of a hiking trail.

soon enough, he's sending you over the edge, your head thrown back on his shoulder as he ruts into you chasing his own release, and before you know it he's spilling his load inside you, filling you up like he always does until you can feel his seed trickling down your thigh.

he breathes heavy into your neck, strong arms coming to wrap around you, both to keep you on your feet now that your knees have buckled, but also to savour this moment—you, warm and glowing in his arms.

his arms loosen a little, testing the state of your legs as he murmurs, "good, baby?"

"good," you sigh, head tilting down as you catch your breath through a dazed laugh. his joins in, giggling quietly against your skin before he reaches down to pull up your underwear and then your tights. feeling the fabric against your centre, and between it the sticky mix of both your releases, you turn to stop him, "wait, I have to clean—"

he silences you with a kiss, and you feel his cheeky grin against your lips as he does it. "m'not done with you, angel." his hand slides down to cup your clothed sex, patting it gently with a cheeky grin, "reckon you can take a couple more loads in here, don't you think?"

you flush at his crude words, looking around to make sure no one's around to hear—as if you weren't getting your back blown out right there not twenty seconds ago—and then hide in his chest, which rumbles with laughter agains your cheek. "don't get shy now, baby, we just gave these trees quite a show."

"shut up," you groan, and it only makes him laugh louder. when you look up he looks at you with stars in his eyes, and you can only hope he feels at least half as loved as you do. with a brilliant smile, he kisses your nose. "now how about that ice cream?"

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a/n: yes im a comedic genius, that title bangs LOL

[metallicamunson]

artist!reader and lumberjack!james is so cute to me. maybe i’m being practical and wholesome but they work together and make beautiful things and overall compliment the other so well!

today is multiverse monday!! Send me any au you can think of :)

Baby!! Omg!! The cutest!!

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Artist!reader who’s a traditional painter and lumberjack!james makes her an easel for her birthday :((

Or he whittles a set of paintbrushes for her!! And he’s used to chopping and hacking and whacking so whittling is a bit out of his craft for a while but after a few failed attempts he’s got a pretty little design on them for you

Imagine him trying to get whittling down perfectly for you :( he’s hunched over on a stool in your garage (that he made) and he’s got knicks and scrapes all over his hands from the knife slipping and his tongue is sticking out of his mouth as he concentrates and he grips the handle too tight in his intensity and it snaps 😭 he literally just stares at it like 😶

If he makes something like a set of chairs or a nice bowl for you you paint it!! He loves seeing your artistic touches to his work :D your home is very colorful!!

He hangs your paintings ALL around the house, he makes them all perfect custom frames and carves little name plaques for them. He constantly brags about you to his lumberjack friends, he’s got your paintings hanging in his workshop too and every time one of them comes over he’s like !! That’s my baby !! That’s her art !! Look at it !! And his friend is like dude I know 😭 you tell me this every day 😭

James is the type of himbo to buy you anything related to your special interest despite the specifications not being quite right so like you have a bunch of paint markers or a tub of chalk or some glitter glue and you’re like Jamie honey this isn’t what I do but it’s a sweet gesture that you appreciate anyways 😤