Mew-two

You Were So Brave *Steve Harrington x Reader*

Originally posted by powerpuffqirls

Requested by Anon:  Can you do a Steve Harrington based off of when they are in the junkyard and she’s freaking out and then a demidog pushes the reader to the ground and like scratches her arm and Steve hits it off of her with the bat and carries her to the bus and takes care of her. She’s Dustin’s sister. And can you make it fluffy, please?
Pairings: Dustin Henderson x Sibling! Reader & Steve Harrington x Reader
Warnings: Possible Season 2 Stranger Things spoilers, swearing - cause Dustin is a lil’ shit & Steve is Steve! 
A/N: My first Stranger Things/ Steve Harrington thing, so go easy on me guys. I have fallen in love with Harrington guy, despite not wanting to. Also, I always call Dustin, Dusty, Idk why– it’s a thing me and my sister say when walking about him– so, the reader has given Dustin that nickname. - Rosalie



You watched as the group of kids, plus Steve Harrington, for some reason, placed scrap metal against an old school bus in the old junkyard. They didn’t notice you, too preoccupied with whatever they are doing. You frowned, crossing your arms as you tried to figure out what the little shits were up to. Talking amongst themselves, Steve saying how they only have forty minutes of daylight left.

“Shit!” You hear your little brother, Dustin, mutter as he finally notices you.

“My sentiments exactly, Dusty.” You smile as you begin to walk over to the group, all dropping their scraps and trying to act ‘casual’ and ‘normal’. “I have three simple questions,” you hold up your left hand displaying three fingers to your little brother who sighs with annoyance. “One, what the fuck did you do to Mews? Two, why are you suddenly hanging around with Steve Harrington of all people? And Three, what the shit are you doing in the junkyard?” You crossed your arms, staring directly at your brother who struggled to find the answers to all of those questions, you raised an eyebrow.

Dustin sighed with slight frustration. “Okay, listen. You’re my older sister and I love you, but can I be interrogated after I’m done here?” He asked also raising an eyebrow, you shake your head. “We’re about to fight Demogorgon that I kept as a pet, not realising it was one; it ate Mews. No one answered my Code Red, got Steve because he’s a badass with a baseball bat, plus fortifying this place and you’re here wasting our precious time.” He breathed finally, placing his hands on his hips for emphasis.

You sighed softly and uncrossed your arms, looking at your brother and his friend Lucas. “I know you two have been through a lot, especially after last year, I get it. But, Dusty, you gotta stop with this Demo-whatever-bullshit.” He sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, “So, what, I’m expected to believe that a dimensional demon killed our cat?” He nods at you, curls falling in front of his face as you sigh and look expectantly at Steve Harrington, “And you’re going along with their silly games?”  

“They’re telling the truth,” Steve shrugs, holding a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.

“Alright, fine. I’m staying, prove me wrong, little brother.” Dustin just smiles and nods, leading you towards the school bus that they had all fortified for the ‘fight’.

*

You sat against the window, peeking out beside Dustin and Steve. It had just gotten dark and the junkyard looked eerily scary at this time of night, a light fog swept across the ground and the cars creaked against the soft winter wind. You huffed out of boredom, raising your eyebrows as you saw no Demogorgon appear. Dustin had tried to explain the ‘real’ events that happened last year, you tried to believe it, you really did but it was just too ridiculous to believe.

“Since when does Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, hang out with kids?” You whispered to Steve, smiling as he chuckled.

He sighed softly. “Honestly, your brother can be very demanding.” You nodded in agreement, “He’s not lying, by the way. Wish he was, wish I didn’t see it but it happened, all of it.” You frowned slightly, nodding slowly at his words. “Besides didn’t you hear? Billy Hargrove is the new king.” He rolls his brown eyes, his voice mixed with annoyance at the new guy.

Before you can say anything. “Ten O’clock,” Lucas shouts, you all rush to look out of the window. Squinting through the fog to see it, you chuckle inwardly at the shadow of the Demogorgon… a dog. It’s a dog, you roll your eyes.

“It’s just a dog.” You mutter, the sounds it makes sounds as though it is sick or something, you look at Dustin who is talking to Steve about why it isn’t going to the meat. “It’s sick, probably a stray. I don’t see the big deal,” you stand up and instantly Dustin is trying to block your way. “Dusty, I tried to listen to you and I even gave you the benefit of the doubt but I will not be made a fool of.” You push past him and open the doors, stepping outside.

It seems a lot darker when you step out of the bus, a lot colder too. A chill shivers down your spine as you walk towards the dog, the noises or growls, whatever sounds it makes, are louder and terrifying. You stop walking and the fog clears a little, you gasp softly once you see the dog up close. It’s furless and skinny, a black and yellowish, hints of green colour to it. The face, if you could even call it that, was something from a nightmare.

You step backwards, your back hitting something hard, yet soft. “Don’t move.” It’s Steve, you want to laugh because you’re literally frozen in place. “That’s some ugly dog.” Steve tries to mutter a joke, only he can feel you shaking in fear as you stare at the thing before you. You can hear someone yell at Steve, only you can’t hear them, your focus trained on the monster in front as it stalks silently towards you both.

Steve pushes you out of the way as two more pounce from behind; you fall to the floor just a few feet away from the bus. You sit up, instantly regretting it because the blood rushes to your head makes you dizzy. You hear Dustin, Lucas and Max, all yelling at you and you turn just in time to see a demogorgon jump at you. The little strength you have you manage to roll and face it, pushing your hands out to stop it from fully jumping on you. It feels disgusting as it looks, slimy and sticky, you scream slightly as it’s face opens up. Rows, upon rows, of sharp teeth stare directly back at you.

You’re too distracted to feel the claw of its foot scratch your shoulder and collarbone, you try to push it off as it’s saliva dripped down onto your face. You see Steve run up and swing the bat, hitting the demogorgon on the head, sweeping it off of you. He leans down and helps pull you up, wrapping an arm around your waist and essentially carrying you back towards the bus where the kids are waiting for you. You both fall into the bus, Lucas and Max shutting the doors before the monsters get in.

Your heart is racing in your chest, you can hear the blood thumping around your body as well as the demogorgons outside, trying to get in and kill you. You feel the bus rattle with every push they make, you can hear the growls and snarls through the metal. You can’t seem to breathe, the pain in your shoulder becomes slightly unbearable too now that the adrenaline is wearing thin.

“Y/N, hey, it’s okay.” A voice startles you and a hand is pressed against your good shoulder, your eyes fly to dark brown ones that are comforting and safe. “They’re gone now, okay?” Steve’s voice is soft and calm. “We gotta get you back somewhere safe, you got a nasty cut.” Your breathing begins to even out, you follow Steve’s breathing unintentionally.

“Where’re the kids? Where’s my brother?” You ask frantically, trying to see around Steve’s body but the pain in your shoulder stops you and you hiss in agony.

Steve presses a hand against the cut, numbing it slightly. “They’re just outside, waiting for us. The demogorgons ran off, being called someplace else. We have to get going, can you stand up?” He asks, you nod.

You slowly push yourself up, facing Steve he smiles encouragingly at you. You start to see black spots in your vision, frowning slightly as the world becomes dark around you. The last thing you see is Steve’s concerned brown eyes and him calling your name, plus your little brothers.

*

“Y/N, wake up!” Your eyes blink open, straining against the dim light. “Heyyy, there she is.” Steve leaning over you, smiling slightly down at you, he helps you sit up and you don’t recognise the room you are in. “We’re at the Byers, we ran into them on the way back.” He mentions, sitting on the bed beside you.

“Is everyone okay?”

Steve smiles softly and nods. “Most, Bob Newby… unfortunately didn’t make it. Will… there’s a lot going on with that kid, that’s for sure.” You nod slightly, your shoulder feeling tender and you see it’s all bandaged up neatly. “I did the best I could, I’m used to minor injuries.” Steve shrugs and you smile.

“Thank you,” you mutter. “For just about everything today, if I wasn’t so dumb I wouldn’t have gotten in the way.”

“What you did wasn’t dumb, dangerous? Yes, but dumb? No way. I should’ve gotten to you quicker, would’ve saved you from a scratched up arm!” Steve sighs, his voice holding an air of defeat like it was his fault you got hurt tonight.

Shaking your head, you sit forward closer to him. “No, don’t do that. It could’ve been a lot worse if you weren’t there, I’m glad you were there. Protecting my brother, the kids and me, okay? You were so brave, really, Steve. I don’t even want to think what could’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You tell him sincerely, he nods looking at you, staring at you intensely.

A comforting silence surrounds you both, you only just now realise how close you are sitting next to one another. You watch as Steve’s eyes dart from your eyes to your lips, you breathe hitches slightly at the thought of him kissing you. You never gave thought to Steve Harrington, he was just Nancy’s boyfriend, your friend’s boyfriend but now… there was something different. You couldn’t place your finger on the feeling but there was something happening.

“You’re awake!” A voice startles you, you throw yourself back and muffle the slight groan of pain your feel and glance to the doorway where your brother is stood grinning like the idiot he is. “Was I interrupting something?” He asked, a mischievous grin coming upon his face and you shake your head, watching as Steve stands up.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Steve mutters and walks to the door, turning to see Dustin sit where he did. He catches your eye, you smile slightly before going back to listening to your brother explain everything you had missed. He sighs silently to himself, shutting the door and leaning against it. “What the fuck!”

(I didn’t know how to end it, so hopefully, this is good enough for you anon? You didn’t specify an ending. Room for a part two lol I have like 20 Steve requests, thank you to everyone who sent them in. - Rosalie)

Ride or Die [M] (JBxReader)

Originally posted by magiccastles

Genre: Smut/Angst

Pairing: Gangster!Jaebum(but actually very soft!jb) x You

Warnings: Nothing much, just some makeup sex and a little drugs

Summary: Jaebum’s mad. Mad that you left without a word, and now he’s giving you back what you started.

Word count: 2k

Your name: submit What is this?

The wind tangled its fingers in his hair, blowing back every strand of hair on his head. 145 km/h was far off the speed limit, but he slammed down hard on the acceleration pedal anyway. He started to sit up, and then sank back weakly into the leather chair, a grimace washing over his face.

“Pass me another smoke,” he said impassively, red eyes still focusing intensely on the road. You hastily rummaged through the glove box for his packet of Marlboro ice blast, just the way he liked it. You would joke that that was his favourite flavour because it went along well with his unamiable personality. Ice cold indeed. Except that today wasn’t a good day for laughing matters. You smacked the box a few times with the palm of your hand and passed a stick to him. He picked it up with his mouth and nodded his head towards the lighter nesting in the cup holder. Getting the signal he was trying to bring across, you helped him light up his cigarette while he took in a deep breath of the sharp mint. Clouds of white escaped his lips with each puff, fading out through the window into the inky night.

“You think it was fun going to the club without telling me your whereabouts? You like guys seeing you in those skimpy clothes?” Jaebum said condescendingly.  You kept silent, not wanting to aggravate his temper by saying the wrong words, but that only added fuel to his anger. He passed you a quick glance, mouth set and eyes bleak.

“Not gonna say anything? Cat’s got your tongue missy?” He made an abrupt turn onto the side of the road, making you fling forward from the sudden jolt.

Thank goodness the seatbelt was holding you back.

Jaebum turned to face you, exhaling smoke in your direction. You coughed at the strong scent of nicotine.

“Jaebum, it isn’t a big deal. Why are you making a mountain out of an ant hole?” You folded your arms across your chest.

“Not a big deal? My girlfriend- MY girlfriend was at a club with devious men simpering at her and just look at what you’re wearing. That dress barely covers your ass. How dare you, y/n.” He berated, taking another hit. The red, angry glow of the cigarette seemed to grow brighter. You could feel the tension between the both of you heightening.

“Baby, I just wanted to have some fun with the girls tonight. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, okay?” You said coolly. “Please don’t be mad.” You reached for his arm and gave it a tight squeeze.

“Don’t call me that.” Jaebum yanked his arm away and flicked the cigarette out of the window, letting it burn into ashes. A faint snigger found its way into the gloomy air. He rolled his neck and ran a hand through his hair. Your vision was blurry from the misty silhouette of the remaining smoke wafting around your heads. In that moment of discomfort, you found yourself choked up with shame. Jaebum rarely fought with you, and even if he did, he always gave in at the end. This time was different though. That action of yanking his arm away made you feel lousy; your efforts to mitigate the problem didn’t work. The alcohol had kicked in as well, feeding your deranged state. You prayed silently that you would pass out before things escalated. Jaebum was never one to break down easily, but when it came to you, he was putty in your hands.

“How would I know if you won’t do the same thing again?” A whimper made its way through his trembling words. He had completely lost to the high. You could barely see properly, but you knew from the hitching in his voice that he was about to dissolve in tears. “I can’t have other men looking at my girl like that. You’re mine, mine. All mine.”

Hearing his soft sniffles, it made you bite the inside of your cheeks. You never wanted to hurt him. However tough he appeared, he was just a delicate piece of glass.

Suddenly, drizzle started falling from the sky, rolling down the windshield in a steady stream. Jaebum sighed, then reluctantly rolled up the windows and turned on the heater. He removed his spiked leather jacket and threw it on the backseat. All he had on was a white tank top and fitting ripped black jeans. He gripped firmly on the steering wheel, averting his emotions somewhere else. You shivered as his well toned arms contracted at the same time as your heart did. His arm was a canvas for a long, ridged scar that ran from his shoulder to his elbow. But he wore it proudly- a reminder of fiery escapades that once fascinated him. The windows condensed under the contrast of temperatures as heat built up in the car, lending privacy before the other cars that drove past.

“You’re fucking beautiful, y/n.” Jaebum blurted, brushing his fingers over your cheek. He leaned towards you and planted sloppy kisses on your lips, his breath still lingering of menthol. In your daze, you threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to you.

“Aren’t you mad at me?”

He answered you with another kiss, this time exploring the insides of your mouth. His insistent mouth parting your shaking lips, tongue fighting for dominance over yours. You pulled away from the kiss, only to be greeted by look of immense desire etched on his face. It was so clear that you wondered where he’d hid it for so long. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin below his ear. He responded with a soft groan, low in his throat, and then lowered his chair as you climbed on top on him. Your dress rode up your hips as you unsteadily straddled his lap. Putting your weight on him, your chests collided, melting into each other. Other than the scent of cigarettes, you inhaled his citrusy cologne, his shampoo, the scent that was just… him. The tiny car offered little to none space to manoeuvre; nothing could contain the excitement growing in your core. The persistent pounding in your head added to the numbness you felt as his fingers brushed roughly against your laced panties. Just one stroke of his skilful finger sent wild tremors along your nerves, evoking sensations you never known you were capable of feeling.

“I’m mad. Still mad, and this is your punishment.” With an impatient hand, he drew your underwear down your thighs – and did even quicker work of removing his pants. You fumbled lifting your dress off your head until Jaebum ripped it away and threw it onto the backseat. He grabbed your ass harshly, not caring if his nails dug into your skin, and gave it a firm smack. Your body responded by jerking towards him, your long hair hovering over his face. He pulled back your hair with one hand and with the other, firmly cupped your chin.

“I’ll show you what it means by being mine.” He dipped his hand into your glistening pussy, rubbing harshly at the bundle of nerves. Your legs shook at the sensitivity and your fists grabbed fiercely at his white tank. You wanted more, you wanted to taste every inch of his body. Similarly, he wanted to eat at your intoxicated lips, down to your sweet cunt. His fingers pierced through your body like a bullet, plunging them in like there was no tomorrow. As your essence covered his fingers, you couldn’t help but to mew in pleasure. Two fingers working in you, a little uncomfortable but nothing you couldn’t handle. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he crooked his finger, hitting you in the spots that made your moans turn into a high-pitched orgasm.

“F-fuck… It feels so good.” You slurred. His bulge throbbed in his pants and you could feel it thumping against your sex. You were seeing two of him, daze washing over you.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he growled into your ear. You squirm beneath his touch, body aching for more of him. You squeeze his thigh hard, leaving red imprints.

“So fucking-” another moan escaped your lips as you ground your convulsing pussy on his thick thighs.

“So fucking badly.”

Jaebum mewed at the sensation of your wetness on him. His cock was rock hard and pulsing repeatedly against your abdomen.

“This badly?” He wantoned, sliding the tip of his member over your slit. He pushed his head in ever so slightly, only to remove it again and again.

“Please,” you begged. “Please Jaebum, give it to me.”

He continued to tease you, slapping his cock against your clit. You let out a loud gasp as you clenched your toes, every muscle drawn taut. You whined as you pleaded for his thick cock to fill you up. You wanted to relish in the feeling of his warmth in you, reaching deep into your womb. His cock was now red, hot and angry; the head of his penis tingled unbearably, a drop of precum forming at the slit. Sensing how much he wanted you as well, you lift yourself above his hips, and then sunk yourself down. Rotating your hips around him, you found a good tempo with the buckling of his hips. He bit down on his lips hard, a vein on his neck becoming visible. Your eyes flutter and you are lost in bliss.

“You are mine,” he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal brutal.

“Mine,” he swears. He doesn’t slow the movement, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing off your chest. In that moment, nothing seemed to matter except for him sliding in and out of you. You slide your hands down his biceps, tracing the scar, clamping your legs around his waist, driving him further into you until your sweat-slick bodies stain the car seat. His face winces as your velvet insides envelops him into paradise.

A familiar heat buzzes in your belly, but he is still ruthless, wanting to engrave himself into you. Jaebum continues at it, this time with even harder thrusts. The sound of skin slapping became even louder.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. y/n, you feel so good on my dick.” He ran his hand over your chest, rolling your bud between his fingers, pinching and pulling at it.

Your back arches as you feel his dick pulsing in your sex. You guide his hand to your clit and used it to rub it hard.

“I’m, I’m cumming babe.” You cry as Jaebum pounds even harder than before. The car shook underneath his primitive act.

“Wait for me, y/n.” He says, and with one last pinch to your clit, you can feel yourself losing control of your body.

Both of you crumble into sand as your orgasms pierces through your bodies. He empties his viscous fluid in you and pulls out, some spilling on your stomach. You squirm at the feeling of his hot cum in you, amazed at how he fills you up so well every time. He uses a finger to swipe the cum off your slit and puts it into your mouth. You obediently lick it all off.

He reaches to the back of the car for your clothes and helps you put it back on.

“Are we okay now?”

Jaebum nods and pulls you into another heated kiss.

“Don’t do it again.” He pants, chest heaving heavily.

But if he’ll punish you with such means each time, you’re not sure if you won’t do it again.

anonymous asked:

Plot twist: Calalied was an impromtpu name, Cala being a corruption of Chara (Possibly an L instead of an R because of the whole "Asian language L and R confusion due to no separate letters for the two" thing due to everyone being weebs(Mew mew kissie cutie season two was *obviously* beter)) and lied being. lied. Chara Lied. They were here this whole time. Is that why they needed us askers powers? To fuel their necromancy?

Yeah, that’s what the asker power was used for. ouo
-TQ