#stevie💛

[lovejosephquinn]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers <33

That's so hard when you have to actually think about your own work but these are the ones which stick in my head:

Not Just A Surprise Party - I really loved the feel goodness of this, idk it just made me smile and I listened to Mr Brightside on repeat whilst writing it 🥰

The Best Way To Start Your Day - One I never thought would be so popular, but it was one smut imagine that I worked damn hard on

The First Date - A mix of fluff and smut, one that I read over and over when I'd posted it and loved every second of writing (car sex is always a win)

Love At First Sight Fuck - One I was genuinely proud of, my longest JQ imagine to date, took me hours but I LOVED IT

Worlds Change When Eyes Meet Series - My FIRST JQ fic series, the first I wrote and the first I posted on here. It didn't get as much attention as I'd hoped but maybe it was because I was just starting off, but I was really happy with it :)

[superblysubpar]

for those on 'what will taylor wear to see stevie' watch I went with the bodysuit @carolmunson posted about and made me buy 🙄 not witchy but I feel pretty damn cute

[vahanians]

the fact of the matter is she’s the industry darling, the songwriter of the decade, all of the industry legends praise her and adore her, and everyone will be forced to listen to her until the end of time 😩💛

[walkitoffrogers]

😊💙

[roguebebe]

#she's what i think i look like

No, but actually... She IS what you look like. Y'know, except white. And with straight hair. And a completely different face. But you get it.

LMAO i’m so glad i got the gender vibes down 🤭

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Alright my friend, what about a smutty blurb with Steve that is totally not related to your writer's block at all? 👀

You're frustrated with work. Something not going the way you want it to. You're huffy. You're at your desk, the kitchen counter, heck you're outside by the pool trying to work on it.

Steve's tried the sweet, baby come relax, he's tried making you drinks. Feeding you snacks. You're like nah, Steve, I'm going to sit here and huff, nothing is going to work.

His penis. His penis is gonna work. Take it out on Stevie, he doesn't mind. In fact, he'd love it if you got a little mean, a little more vocal for a change.

- @superblysubpar 💛

TAYLOR WHAT THE FUCK IM FINE

18+

You’d been sitting in front of your paperwork for hours. Books surrounded you, mostly unopened, sheets of paper showing nothing more than scored out sentences and scribbles in the margins, hearts and clouds that turned into frowny faces and raindrops.

There was a coffee cup, still full, untouched as was your flask of water, the bowl of strawberries Steve had placed on your desk after you’d turned down his offer of lunch. And the last three times he’d asked you about dinner, about settling down for the night, you’d grunted and grumbled your disagreement, gaze never straying from your work.

“Honey, c’mon,” Steve tried again, the clock on the wall above you ticking towards eleven o’clock. You’d been at it for almost nine hours. “You need to eat. There’s pasta waiting for you. How ‘bout you eat and I’ll run you a bath—”

“Steve,” you didn’t quite snap, but it was awfully close. Your voice was clipped and your boyfriends name didn’t come out nearly as half as sweet as you normally said it. “I need to finish this.”

“You’re not gonna get anything done when you’re in that mood,” Steve shot back, eyebrows raised when you huffed at him, barely turning away from your desk to look at him.

“I’m not in a mood.”

The boy laughed at that, a breathy noise that sounded more mean than amused. He walked into the room, abandoning his position against the doorframe that he’d been leaning on. You felt him before you heard him, nose brushing behind your ear before his hands came to rest on the desk in front on you, arms either side, caging you in.

“Yes, you are,” Steve replied calmly. His tone would’ve riled you if it hadn’t been for his lips on your neck, ghosting across the nape of it, his nose pushing your hair out of the way for himself. “Can’t lie, babe, you’re gettin’ a little bitchy—”

“Steve—”

“And I know you’re stressed, honey, but you’re not gonna get much done when you’re locking yourself away in here all day.” Another kiss, this time on your jaw, softened his words. “Take a break. It’ll be here tomorrow. Eat. Shower. Sleep.”

You groaned, pouting at the boy’s words. You knew he was right, you did. But the empty lines on your notebook mocked you. “I can’t,” you grunted, slipping back into your bad mood. Grey clouds seemed to gather in front of your vision. “I can’t do any of that until this is finished.”

Steve straightened back up then, his mouth leaving your skin. You weren’t sure if you were disappointed or pleased he was listening. But then his hand came back into your line of view and your book was snapped shut.

“Hey! Steve, I told you—“

Your chair was spun, Steve’s pretty face in front of yours as he leaned into your space, one hand take your cheeks between his fingers and thumb, squeezing a little. A warning.

“Do me instead.”

You blinked, jaw slackening, even in his grip. “What?”

The boy grinned. “You heard me, honey. Do me. Use me. C’mon, let me get you out of that pretty head of yours, huh? Make yourself feel better.”

That’s how you ended up bent over your desk, sleep shorts on the floor and your vest top pulled down so your tits could spill out, hard nipples grazing the tabletop. Your papers were spilled in every corner of the room, pens rolling to the carpet as Steve kept you pressed down with one large hand on the small of your back.

The other held your knee, hitching it up and pinning it to the desktop, keeping you spread open for him as he fucked himself into you, hips rolling slow until you cried out in frustration.

“What’s that?” He cooed, brow furrowed as he tried to hold himself back, his eyes dark and trained on your cunt, the way it glistened in the glow of the lamp, the way it stretched over the girth of his cock. “You gettin’ all quiet on me? C’mon, honey, you’ve been runnin’ that bitchy little mouth all day, you wanna ask for something?”

Steve reared back, a hand leaving your back to deliver a swift slap to your ass, a groan rumbling in his chest as he watched it jiggle for him. You whined, eyes fluttering closed as you tried to arch your back, doing your best to take more of his cock.

“Try asking a little sweeter, baby,” Steve smiled, panting as he kept himself snug inside of you. You were tight around him, teetering on the edge, just where he wanted you. “Ask me real sweet and I’ll give it to you, yeah?”

You gave in then, gasping, fingers curling around the edge of the table. “Harder! Jesus, Steve, fuck me harder, please… please baby.”

Steve grinned as he pulled almost all the way out of you, the tip of his cock nudging at your folds, revelling in the way your cunt tried to suck him back in, desperate.

“Shit, honey, see?” Steve slammed back into you before you had a chance to reply, groaning when you moaned high and loud, cheek pressed to the table. “Gonna give you whatever you want, just gotta be nice about it. You’re out of your bad mood now, aren’t you?”

You didn’t have it in you to argue back.

[lovejosephquinn]

🦇

Slutty waist for u 🥵

[superblysubpar]

oh dear I haven't even had a drop of alcohol yet and I'm about to leave my house with too much confidence LOOK OUT WORLD. HERE I COME STEVIE.

[luveline]

Hiya darling, can I request a little (best friends) lap sitting blurb with a guy of your choice?

Hope you are having a lovely day 💛

tysmilysm! u sit on steves lap and antagonise him!! ♡ fem!reader

Steve!" you all but scream. 

Steve drops his head to the side to see past Robin where she's sitting on the arm rest. "Hey, short stuff? Where the fuck have you been?" 

You waltz through partygoers and propel yourself into his lap. Steve winces at the sudden force of your weight and then laughs as you wrap your arms around his neck, the smell of you heavy in his nose. You're half perfume, half alcohol. 

"You smell like a minibar," he complains, arm behind your back to support your wobbling frame. 

"I taste like one," you promise. 

He leans back against the couch cushions. "I don't wanna know." 

"I do," Robin says, sounding delighted. 

You make a kissy face at her. You look really pretty as you do, though you're joking.

Robin smiles at you fondly. "Steve's right. You do smell like a minibar. Drunk much?" 

Your laugh is devious. Life ruining. "They made mimosas." 

"That doesn't explain why you smell like straight tequila," Steve says. 

"Mimosas, not samosas, idiot." 

"He's not an idiot," you say. Even drunk your sarcasm survives. "He just got dropped as a baby." 

Steve sinks further into the couch. "I told you that in confidence." 

"Ah, confidence," you say, lolling your head and batting your eyelashes. 

He can feel a blush coming fast to his cheeks. "Fuck off. Where's Munson?"

"Why do you care where Eddie is?" you ask. 

"Don't say it like that. I know he had something to do with this." He gestures to you.

"This is all my own invention, Stevie," you drawl, running your hand down his chest. He goes scarlet. "Got this wasted all… by… myself." 

Your face is very close to his face. 

Robin tugs you back by the shoulder with a long suffering laugh. "You get so promiscuous when you drink." 

"I'm always promiscuous." 

"What did you want?" Steve asks. 

You grumble. "You don't have to say it like that." 

"Like what?" 

"Like you don't love my company." 

He huffs and finally lets you collapse against him, rolling his eyes at Robin over your head as he scrubs a rough hand up your back. He can feel you melting, all your softness pushing against him. 

"I just wanted to mess with you," you say hot into his neck. 

He shifts your weight in his lap and clears his throat. "Consider me messed with," he says, much quieter than he means to. 

[infinite-orangepeel]

Steddie accidental voyeurism and ‘Steve owes Jonathan Byers an apology because if he had a camera he’d also be tempted to immortalize Eddie in this moment for future reference’

hi anon !! omg i’m in love with this prompt 💛 thank you so much for the submission, hope you enjoy :)

warnings: this one is heavy on the perv!eddie in the beginning so if that’s not your thing, feel free to skip, accidental voyeurism, frotting

eddie knows he’s all types of fucked up for this. he knows there’s a sick place in hell for guys like him.

steve’s his roommate, his supposed ‘best friend,’ the guy who saved him from imminent death in an alternate dimension.

yet here he is—jerking himself off with steve’s favorite pair of gym shorts clutched between his dick and his fist. thrusting and dirty talking his way to the finish line as if his best friend can actually hear him:

“you’re such a cocktease, stevie. always bending over right in front of me in those tight little outfits. just love to whore yourself out for my attention, don’t you?”

“does your girlfriend know how desperate you are for my cock? does she know how dumb you get when i choke you on it?”

“so beautiful, baby. so goddamn beautiful. gonna paint your pretty face with my cum. stay still. be good and take it, baby. let me fuck you right.”

he’s wearing Steve’s cologne—doused himself in the piney scent to enhance the sensory experience. he’s got a spread of stolen polaroids laid out in front of him.

a glorious mixture of cutesy and depraved pictures that steve’s ‘girlfriend’ of the month has taken of him (pictures that she finds mysteriously missing from her wallet whenever she comes over and eddie’s home).

eddie’s gazing at his three favorites as he works himself over—a close-up of steve’s blurry tits, steve smiling with his tongue poking out between his teeth, and steve eating pussy like it’s his last fucking meal on death row.

everything about that boy—correction: his boy—is perfect.

none of the girls he brings home deserve him. he’s pure gold, the sun personified, rare.

eddie watches them. observes the ways they take advantage of his kindness. the little jabs they make at his intelligence. the quipped commentary surrounding their exits. it boils his blood, makes his skin burn, and if steve was his? he’d never let him forget how loved he is. he’d treasure him, keep him safe, worship him up and down.

it doesn’t matter. it can’t matter, because there’s nothing eddie can do to force steve to feel the same way.

he understands that. he’s not delusional. but, he has to do something about it. he has to cope with this insatiable itch somehow.

so, while steve’s at work, eddie sneaks into his best friend’s bedroom and rolls around in his sheets.

he gets stupidly high off of it, doesn’t need a joint to do the trick.

he rubs his cock over his pillow and smiles with pure love while he does it. 

he digs through steve’s hamper and finds his gym clothes from that morning—still ripe with natural musk, sweat, and salt. eddie buries his face in them. licks over the crotch. fingers himself with his ass pointed skyward, head in the sand—drowning in steve’s pretty filth. crying out and letting his unfiltered desire flood the room.

and if he’s really lucky, like today, he’ll find an old sock that steve’s used to wipe himself clean after fucking one of those careless girls. dried with wasted cum because steve’s a good boy who pulls out and never cums inside one of his hook-ups.

meanwhile, eddie dreams of cumming inside him with the gross, used cotton pressed to his lips. he loves to suckle on the fabric. pretends he’s eating steve out after pumping him full. it’s nasty and bitter and all he thinks about. can’t get enough of steve on his tongue.

“want you to sit on my face, stevie. don’t be afraid, love. you won’t hurt me. i’ll take such good care of you. don’t even need to breathe. just need to taste you,” he babbles to himself and tightens his grip, “that’s it. want you to squeeze me between your pretty thighs. so fucking perfect. jesus.”

eddie’s moments away from blowing his load when steve rounds the corner and saunters on into his bedroom. home hours early from work without any warning.

“hey man! thought i heard you in here. powers out at family video and—”

he stops in his tracks. mouth gaping wide open.

“fuck. fuck. steve,” eddie’s stuck in place like a deer in headlights. dick fully erect and leaking onto his best friend’s shorts which are still in his hand, “im so sorry. i—let me get dressed and i’ll—um—i’ll leave—”

steve approaches eddie with a curious look on his face and pink coloring his cheeks. his chest rises and falls slowly and there’s a dazed look behind his eyes. he licks over his lips once and reaches a hand out. so close, he’s almost touching eddie’s cock which doesn’t make any sense because—

“let me,” he nods emphatically and eddie realizes they’re both shaking from something other than fear, “please.”

“steve. you don’t have to. you shouldn’t. i’m—i’m the one who fucked up,” eddie says unconvincingly, because all he wants is to continue basking in the wonder of this absurd fever dream.

“eds,” steve shivers visibly and shoves down the waistband of his sweatpants to reveal his dick. “i’m so fucking hard. can i—i wanna make you feel good—make us feel good.”

eddie pinches his own arm.

he’s waiting for steve to snap out of it. he’s convinced the guy is drugged or hallucinating or both. but, then, he leans closer and ghosts his lips over the corner of eddie’s open mouth. flicks his tongue and runs it over his bottom lip.

“please. let me give you the real thing.”

“okay,” eddie agrees, as steve takes them both into one hand with obvious urgency, “anything—you can have anything you want.”

steve winks at him, ducks down to kiss his throat, and releases a weak sigh into eddie’s neck as he watches his huge hand encompass both of their dicks.

the spread of shared precum eases the sticky drag of skin on skin and creates the perfect balance of friction. steve’s cock is wider than eddie’s. it’s pinker, too. but eddie grins happily at the few inches of length he has on his friend.

“y—you don’t care that i was being a creep?” eddie moans, knowing he won’t last long. fuck steve’s even prettier this close up, “why don’t you care?”

steve pumps them faster. his hips are bumping into eddie’s as he thrusts harder. moans dripping from his throat like honey.

“because i’ve been trying to get you to fuck me for the past year and a half,” steve uses his other hand to push eddie’s head forward and kisses him fully which sends him to the goddamn moon and back.

they lick behind teeth, tangle tongues, swallow groans and filthy words.

steve bites eddie’s lip and eddie does it right back.

they mirror each other in the strangest and most stunning way—nothing and everything alike.

eddie’s hands are kneading the meat of steve’s ass. he grazes a finger over his boy’s hole and revels in the sharp gasp it coaxes out of him.

“do that again,” steve groans and eddie obliges, “no one’s ever touched me there. feels so good.”

steve is going to be the death of him. steve’s going to kill him and eddie’s going to smile the whole way through.

“steve—i’m a fucking freak,” eddie pulls away to admit as he nibbles on steve’s ears and pumps the tip of his pointer finger into his ass, “i’ve been sneaking into your room and stealing polaroids from—”

steve bites him on the shoulder to demand silence and leaves the gorgeous imprint of his teeth. eddie whines and folds instantly, breathing heavily.

“and i jerk off with your rings on whenever you go to band practice so shut the fuck up and cum for me,” steve slams their lips back together and at the sound of his words and ridiculous confession, eddie cums harder than he ever has in his entire fucking life. a minute later, steve follows suit.

later, after a quick nap in the mess they’ve made, steve wakes eddie up with his mouth stretched around his cock and whispers, “it’s time for round two, baby. go get your rings. we’re trying something.”

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[valupuyhol]

I adore this DUO Black cat and Golden Retriever vibe. 🥰

IZZY AND STEVIE 🖤☺️💛

(The first pic is pure gold)

[lovejosephquinn]

seriously he does look like Joe. He’s curly haired, brown eyes, same smile and nose shape and I want to sit on his face and claim it as my own. he even bought a box of chocolates specifically for me over Christmas for all the help I’ve given him heueheudbeoehbrj.

his fiancée is nice though and she’s been lovely every time I’ve dealt with her and it makes me feel like a right twat.

Jesus Christ 😵‍💫 no wonder you’re into him. Nice gestures too? This man needs to stop but continue but stop, cause it’s obviously making you feel good but bad at the same time 🥺

It’s sods law that she’s a lovely person lmao, it’s always the case. You can’t feel like a twat and please don’t ever feel like that because you can’t escape a feeling, when it’s there it’s there until you want it to truly stop. I feel for you.

[superblysubpar]

totally cried off my make up by the time I had enough liquid courage for a fit reveal here. Next time 😅

I am a MESS. Finishing editing wcil in the car and then IM DONE, her magic is all I needed.

[augustjustice]

Last Sentence Tag Game

I was tagged by @afoxnamedmulder and @soaringornithopter; thank you both so much!! 🖤💛

rules: in a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

“Challenge accepted, Stevie boy. Prepare to witness the best bandaging you’ve seen since Boris Karloff’s The Mummy.”

I'm no pressure tagging @formosusiniquis @starryeyedjanai @eriquin @bifuriouswaterbender @tinytalkingtina @fuctacles @inkfowl @chierei @arcanemoody @lingeringmirth @momotonescreaming @sidekick-hero @penny00dreadful @desertpersephone @henderdads @iswearitsjustme @milf-harrington and anyone else who sees this and wants to join!

[multifandomworldsposts]

POV: ur dating dallas winston

🖤 jailhouse rock - elvis presley

🐍 everybody wants to rule the world - tear for fears

🚬 everything i wanted - billie eilish

🪩 another one bites the dust - queen

💌 womanizer - britney spears

🤍 fast car - tracy champman

🎞️ stay gold - stevie wonder

🌅 so it goes… - taylor swift

🍿 i like me better - lauv

🚗 teenage dirtbag - wheatus

💛 she kinda hot - 5 seconds of summer

🕶️ swim - chase atlantic

[filet-o-feelings]

Fav lines game 💫

rules: share your favorite lines or paragraph you’ve written from one of your fics, posted or wip.

Thanks for the tags @hippolotamus @a-noble-dragon @stereopticons and @jamilas-pen 💜

So, it appears there's no limit here? (okay I just reread the rules and there is a limit. One. It says one. Too late, I already found four to share below. Rules were meant to be broken and I can't be expected to choose just one 😁) How many lines can I choose? I have 65 published fics and who knows how many wips at this point, how do I choose? I narrowed it down to 3 published and one WIP, please be impressed with me?

Everything's Too Cold... but You're so Hot

They round a corner and the man, after quickly checking over his shoulder, pulls him down an alley before pressing him against a wall and covering Patrick’s mouth with a hand adorned with several wide, silver rings. Patrick thinks briefly that the combination of warm skin and cool metal has no right to feel this nice against his mouth, but then the man’s face is tucked into his neck and his mouth is inches away from his ear and Patrick can’t help but shiver when the hot breath reaches his skin and he registers the words moments after they’ve been spoken: “My name is David and I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. Please, trust me.” 

Rescue Mission

“Okay, I can’t take this any longer Stevie. We’ve been watching these feeds for long enough to see that nothing ever changes. We have to do something!” “What can we do, though? You know Ronnie’s not going to give the okay on anything that involves our interference in any way, and again, there’s no space.” David throws his hands in the air, “It’s all space!”

Mistakes We Knew We Were Making (honestly this entire chapter is probably my favorite thing I've written, other than the build-a-fic WIP)

“I-” he stops to take a deep breath, considering his next words carefully. He’s painfully aware that no matter what he says is going to destroy Rachel, so he decides the truth is the best bet. Even if it’s the most painful thing he could say in the moment, “I don’t think I ever stopped loving him, Rach. I’m so sorry. I honestly thought I was over him, but he’s… he’s David, Rach. And I love you-” Rachel lets loose a sob at that, “But you love him more,” she says, once she gets her breathing back under control. “No! That’s- that’s not it. I love him differently. I love you differently. I just. Rachel-” he says, turning to take her hands, which she accepts. “Rachel, I know I have the absolute worst timing in the entire world, but I honestly don’t think I knew until this exact moment, not completely anyway, but-” he takes another steadying breath, raising his eyes to meet hers. “Rachel, I’m gay. I’m so sorry.” She laughs, a wet, this is all so much it’s ridiculous sort of laugh. “Patrick, only you would apologize as you come out. You’ve out Canadian-ed yourself babe. You know, you could have saved us a lot of time and money if you’d just gotten your shit together and figured this out sooner,” she jokes.

Build-a-fic (WIP)

Still, he needs to be sure. Coughing, choking on tears he hadn’t even noticed until his lungs tightened and his legs threatened to collapse right there in the middle of the road. He pushes on, though, fighting with everything he has to see Patrick with his own eyes, regardless of the state he might find him in.

Work kept me pretty busy today so I'm not sure who has done this yet, but I'll tag (no pressure) @statueinthestonetoo @treluna4 @tyfinn @mammameesh @lemonlyman-dotcom

@beaiola @welcometololaland @queenmabcreates and anyone else who wants to do this and hasn't been tagged yet 💛