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hi! i’m dalia (you can call me em, lia, or whatever feels natural to you). this blog is a mix of fanfics, pink aesthetics, little life updates and thoughts i just can’t keep to myself.•*¨*•.¸¸☆*

things i love: music, pink, gold, steve harrington(duhh), crystals, meditation, princess and the frog, R&B, Zola, erykah badu, coconut perfume, the florida project, candles, jersey shore, affirmations.𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

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description: thinking about taking steve home from a date only to surprise him that you have a stripper pole in your living room.

tw! MDNI, smut, unprotected piv, soft dom/sub steve, cute ending:)ദ്ദി‎◍˃ ᵕ ˂◍)

word count! 1.4lk

The date with Steve had gone great amazing, even.

This had been your 7th date with Steve, and he was such a gentleman. He had waited until your third date to ask for a kiss, which was a short kiss on your cheek.

description: Surprising husband!steve with a new outfit for date night takes another turn.𓃹

tw! MDNI, unprotected piv, smut, heel play, teasing, light rough sex.

word count: 1.4k words𓇢𓆸

You had been planning this for weeks.

Ever since you found the dress.

a perfect pink bandage dress that hugged your body like it was made for you, the hem stopping right at the middle of your thighs, showing off your legs in the most sinful way. Paired with the matching Juicy Couture heels: lacy, strappy, pink stilettos with a delicate little bow sitting right on the front of each foot. They were pure sex on heels, and you couldn’t wait to see Steve’s reaction.

description: after a double date to the rodeo, steve wants to see your riding skills…𓃗✧*✧･ﾟ゜゜・

tw! MDNI, smut, cowgirl position, unprotected piv, aftercare.

Robin had invited you and Steve to go see a bull show where everyone would be in proper cowboy clothing.

So when the day arrived, you put on your best cowgirl looking outfit, brown cowboy boots with bootcut dark wash jeans and a thick buckle belt topped off with a plaid brown shirt.

You walked out of the bathroom feeling as confident as you could be before stopping in your tracks and laying your eyes on Steve.

Dark wash bootcut jeans with a matching jean button-up and a white shirt under, topped off with a brown retro jacket and with the final accessory a cowboy hat that matched his leather boots.

Steve had turned to look at you, taking in your outfit.

his hazel eyes widening just a fraction as they dragged slowly down your body, taking in the way your dark wash jeans hugged your hips, the thick buckle belt cinching your waist, the plaid shirt tucked in just right, and those brown cowboy boots that made your legs look endless. The corner of his mouth twitched upward into that signature cocky Harrington smirk, but there was something warmer underneath it tonight.

“Well, damn,” he drawled in a thick country accent, voice low and a little rougher than usual, like the sight of you had knocked the usual smooth talk right out of him for a second.

He adjusted the brim of his cowboy hat with two fingers, the retro brown jacket pulling across his broad shoulders. The white shirt underneath was unbuttoned at the top, giving you a teasing glimpse of tanned skin and the edge of that infamous chest hair. “Look at you, cowgirl. Trying to kill me before we even get to the bull rodeo?”

He took a step closer, boots thudding softly on the floor, until you could smell the faint mix of his cologne and the leather from his boots. His gaze flicked back up to your face, playful but heated.

“Robin’s gonna lose her mind when she sees us,” he said, chuckling. “But right now? I’m having a real hard time remembering why we’re leaving the house at all.”

“now don’t get ahold of yourself, there Harrington, we promised we would go on the double date with robin and vickie” you say patting steve’s chest before grabbing your leather purse and leaving the bedroom leaving steve alone in the room dumbfounded.

After arriving at the rodeo, the four of you found good seats and settled in to watch the show. The arena lights glowed against the night sky as bull riders took their turns, the crowd cheering wildly with every buck and spin. Robin and Vickie were practically glued to each other, laughing and sharing a giant bucket of popcorn, while you and Steve sat close enough that his thigh pressed against yours.

The energy was electric, dust kicking up under the floodlights, the smell of fried food and leather in the air. Steve kept stealing glances at you the whole time, his arm draped casually behind your shoulders. Every time a rider got thrown, he’d lean in closer, lips brushing your ear.

“Still thinking we should’ve stayed home?” he murmured during a break, voice low and playful, that cowboy hat tilted just enough to look unfairly good on him.

You all grabbed food from the stands, corn dogs, funnel cake, and cold beers, and found a spot near the fence to eat while the next event started. Robin was midstory about some chaotic customer at work when Steve’s hand found your waist, pulling you gently back against his chest.

“Having fun, cowgirl?” he asked, his breath warm against your neck. His fingers gave a light squeeze through your plaid shirt, eyes sparkling with that signature Harrington charm. “Because I’m having a real hard time focusing when you’re standing here looking like that.”

He gave you a slow, flirty smile, clearly still thinking about that moment back in the bedroom. The rest of the rodeo flew by in a blur of cheering crowds, bucking bulls, and stolen touches. By the time the final event wrapped up and the lights started to dim, the tension between you and Steve had only grown thicker. Robin and Vickie said their goodbyes in the parking lot, both of them grinning knowingly as Steve practically rushed you toward the car.

The drive home was quiet but charged with sexual tension. Steve’s hand stayed firmly on your thigh the whole way, occasionally rubbing his thumb in a circle against your jean covered thigh or drifting higher, his eyes flicking to you every chance he got. You could feel the heat radiating off him.

As soon as the front door clicked shut behind you, Steve was on you.

He pulled you against him hard, mouth crashing into yours in a hungry as he walked you backward toward the bedroom, hands roaming over your hips and ass.

“Been thinking about this since you walked out in that outfit,” he growled against your lips Once you reached the bedroom, clothes hit the floor in a frantic pile. Steve stripped completely, you took your shirt and bra off quickly but when you bent to take off your brown cowboy boots, he caught your wrist.

“Leave ‘em on,” he said, voice husky with want.

you quickly peaked his lips “ let me take my jeans off first and i’ll put them back on baby.” you mumbled before taking your boots off then later your jeans.

You stood there completely naked except for the boots. Steve sat on the edge of the bed, then reached for his cowboy hat. With a small smirk, he placed it on your head, adjusting it just right.

“Fuck, that’s perfect,” he groaned, eyes raking over your bare body. “Now get up here, cowgirl.”

You climbed onto his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips, the boots still on. Steve’s cock was hard and flushed, pressing against your inner thigh. He gripped your waist, guiding you as you lined him up and slowly sank down, taking every inch of him. The stretch was delicious, pulling a deep moan from your throat as he filled you completely.

“Shi- shit, so tight,” Steve hissed, head falling back for a moment. His hands slid up your bare torso, cupping your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers as you started to move.

You rolled your hips in slow, deep circles at first, savoring the way he dragged against your walls with every motion. The cowboy hat tilted slightly as you rode him, and Steve couldn’t stop staring.

his gaze locked on where your bodies joined, then up to your breasts bouncing softly, then to your face under his hat.

“That’s it, baby… ride me just like that,” he encouraged, voice rough. One hand stayed on your hip, guiding your pace, while the other slipped between your legs, rubbing firm circles over your clit with his thumb.

The pleasure built steadily. You picked up speed, bouncing on his cock harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room along with your moans and Steve’s low curses. He thrust up to meet you, hitting that perfect spot inside you every time. Sweat started to slick your skin, your boots planted firmly as leverage while you rode him.

Steve sat up straighter, wrapping one arm around your back and pulling you closer so your breasts pressed against his chest. He kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as you kept grinding down on him, the new angle making you whimper into his mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” he panted against your lips. “Look so goddamn hot wearing nothing but my hat and those boots.”

He leaned down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as you rode him faster. The tension coiled tighter in your belly. Steve’s thumb never stopped working your clit, pushing you closer and closer, making the rope in your lower belly tighten.

When your orgasm finally hit, it crashed over you hard, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock, thighs shaking in the boots as you cried out his name. Steve groaned loudly, gripping your hips tight and thrusting up into you, guiding you through your orgasm, and chasing his own release. A few more deep, desperate strokes and he came hard, spilling inside you with a broken moan, burying his face in your neck.

You both stayed locked together, breathing heavily. Steve gently lifted the cowboy hat off your head and tossed it aside, then pulled you down with him as he collapsed back onto the pillows.

Steve wrapped his arms around you tightly, one hand stroking soothingly up and down your bare back while the other cradled your head against his chest. He was still buried inside you, softening slowly as you both came down.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, and finally your lips. His voice was gentle now, all the heat replaced with warmth. “Did I wear you out too much?”

You shook your head with a tired smile. Steve chuckled softly, carefully helping you lift off him and sitting you on the edge of the bed.

He disappeared for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth. He cleaned you up tenderly, when steve was finished, he took the boots off, massaging your feet for a moment before placing soft kisses on each foot then crawling back into bed, tucking you against his side and pulling the covers over both of you,

He kept one arm around you, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. Every few seconds he’d press another kiss to your forehead or the top of your head, his heartbeat steady under your cheek.

“God, I love you like this,” he murmured, voice sleepy and full of affection. “All soft and cuddly after you just rode me like a damn cowgirl .” He grinned, squeezing you closer. “We’re keeping those boots right by the bed from now on. And the hat.”

You laughed quietly, snuggling deeper into his chest. Steve pulled the blanket higher around your shoulders and nuzzled into your hair.

“Best night ever,” you whispered against his chest. steve whispered against your hair “Double dates with you are dangerous, in the best way. I’m keeping you hostage, cowgirl, like a damsel in distress.”

He held you close until you both drifted off, warm, satisfied, and wrapped up in each other.

i saw a pic of joe wearing a cow boy hat and that really had my mind going😵‍💫😵‍💫

day 3 of my trip and i already miss my bed💔

thinking about steve eating you out with your new french tip nails...

tw! MDNI, smut, oral (r receiving),

word count: 300+

The rain taps softly against the window of the house you share, casting a cozy rhythm over your bedroom. Steve has you laid out on your bed, his favorite t-shirt pushed up around your waist as he kneels between your spread thighs. He kisses your wedding band first, then each of your fresh French tipped fingers, eyes dark with hunger and love.

“God, I love my wife,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “Been dying to bury my face in this pretty pussy all day. These nails are gonna look so fucking good wrapped in my hair while I eat you.”

He dives in with a deep, hungry groan. His tongue drags slowly through your folds, savoring every inch of you. Two thick fingers push inside, curling perfectly as he starts a steady rhythm.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me already,” he growls against your clit. “Such a good little wife, getting this cunt nice and wet for your husband. Taste so fucking sweet.”

Your fingers slide into his thick hair, those glossy French tips scraping across his scalp. Steve moans loudly, the vibration shooting through you as he sucks your clit between his lips.

“That’s it, baby pull my hair. Scratch up your husband’s scalp with those pretty nails while I fuck you with my tongue.”

The intimacy of it all was overwhelming, his wedding ring catching the light as his fingers pump in and out of you, the way he keeps looking up at you like you’re the only thing in his world, the soft praises whispered between filthy, wet sounds, builds the rope in your lower belly tighter.

“You’re clenching so tight around my fingers, honey. This pussy is greedy tonight,” he mumbles, tongue flicking faster. “Gonna cum all over my face, aren’t you? Let me feel those nails when you do it, baby. Mark me up.”

Your thighs tremble around his broad shoulders. Your nails rake across his scalp and down his back, leaving faint red lines he’ll proudly wear tomorrow under his shirt.

Steve doesn’t let up. He stays right there, tongue flicking faster, fingers curling deeper, until your whole body tightens and you come hard with his name on your lips. He groans in satisfaction, licking you through every wave, gentle and relentless until you’re boneless and panting.

Only then does he crawl up your body, kissing every inch along the way.

your stomach, your ribs, the valley between your breasts until he’s hovering over you. His hair is a mess from your hands, lips shiny, eyes soft and glowing with love.

He collapses beside you and pulls you into his chest immediately, strong arms wrapping around you like he never plans to let go. One hand finds yours again, bringing your French tipped fingers to his mouth so he can kiss them slowly, one by one.

“My wife,” he says again, voice warmagainst your hair. “Best decision I ever made. I love you so damn much.”

You feel him smile as he nuzzles closer, the rain still falling softly outside, your bodies tangled together in the quiet afterglow of your bed. Steve’s hand keeps stroking your back, thumb brushing over your ring, comfortable and warm holding you for as long as you’ll let him.

this is part 3 to fresh new set! check her out if you dare૮₍ • ˕ - ₎ა♡

on my flight as we speak 💁🏽‍♀️

description: after showing steve your fresh new set, you look at the damage at his skin from your nails but things take a turn…(•ᴗ<˶)✧₊ ⊹

tw! MDNI, smut, unprotected piv.

Steve’s fingers traced lazy circles along your bare spine as you lay curled against his chest, your glossy white French tips resting just below his collarbone. The record had long since stopped, leaving only the sound of your mingled breathing and the occasional creak of the old bed frame.

“You really went all out, huh?” he murmured, voice still husky. He lifted your left hand to his mouth again, pressing a slow kiss to the “S.H” on your ring finger like it was something sacred. “Did it hurt? Getting these done?” steve asked

“A little,” you admitted with a shy smile, watching the way the lamplight caught the perfect square tips. “But it was worth it. I kept thinking about how you’d look at me when you saw them.”

Steve’s grin turned wicked. “Baby, I nearly came in my jeans just standing in the doorway. You looked like a fucking dream. Still do.” His other hand slid down to cup your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. “And these nails, Jesus. The way they felt on my back? I’m gonna be feeling that for days.”

You bit your lip, a thrill running through you and straight to your lower belly, “Can I see the damage?”

Steve chuckled and rolled onto his stomach, presenting his broad, muscular back to you. Your breath caught looking at the Long, angry red scratches ran from his shoulder blades all the way down to the dimples at the base of his spine, some of them already blooming into darker marks where your nails had dug in hardest during your orgasm.

“Oh my god, Stevie” You leaned down and gently kissed one of the worst scratches, your hair falling over his skin. “I’m so sorry”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he growled, looking back at you with dark eyes. “I told you to mark me and I meant it.” He reached back, grabbing one of your wrists and pulling your hand forward so your nails rested on his shoulder. “Do it again. Lightly this time. I wanna feel ‘em.”

You agreed, dragging your French tips slowly down his back in feather light scratches. Steve shivered hard under you, letting out a low, wrecked groan that went straight between your legs. His hips shifted against the mattress like he was already getting hard again.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he breathed. “Keep going, princess.”

You straddled his lower back, careful not to put too much weight on him, and used both hands raking, teasing, occasionally pressing harder just to hear the way his breath hitched. The glossy white tips looked obscene against his tanned, scratched-up skin. When you reached the curve of his ass, you dragged your nails back up slowly, and Steve cursed under his breath, pushing back into your touch.

He suddenly flipped over beneath you, hands gripping your hips as he pulled you down so you were straddling his waist.

His cock was already half hard again, pressing hot and heavy against your inner thigh.

“Your turn to get marked up,” he said, voice rough with renewed hunger. He sat up, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you close while the other hand guided yours to his chest. “Scratch me while I’m inside you again. I want to watch those pretty nails on me the whole time.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Steve lifted you just enough to line himself up, then pulled you down onto his cock in one smooth, deep stroke. You both moaned at the feeling, still slick from earlier, the stretch even more intense in this position. Your nails immediately dug into his shoulders as you adjusted, leaving fresh pink lines.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve groaned, eyes locked on your hands. “Fuck look at those nails. My initials right there while you ride me. You’re so goddamn perfect.”

He started guiding your hips, slow and deep at first, then faster as you found your rhythm. Your white French tips stayed planted on his chest and shoulders, leaving new trails every time you rocked particularly hard or when he thrust up sharply to meet you. The little “S.H” on your ring finger kept catching the light as your hand moved, a constant reminder of exactly who you belonged to.

Steve’s mouth found your breasts again, sucking and biting gently while one hand slipped between you to circle your clit with his thumb. The combination, his thick cock filling you, his mouth on your skin, and the way he kept staring at your nails like they were driving him crazy, had you shaking in minutes.

“Stevie- fuck, I’m gonna- ”

“Come on, princess. Let me feel it,” he panted against your nipple. “Scratch me up while you cum.”

You did. Your nails dragged down his chest hard as your orgasm crashed over you, leaving bright red lines that made Steve hiss in pleasure. He followed you over the edge with a deep, guttural moan, burying himself to the hilt and filling you again, his hips stuttering as he rode it out.

You collapsed against his chest, both of you sweaty and breathless. Steve wrapped his arms around you tightly, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into your hair. “Best surprise of my life. We’re doing this again. Soon. Maybe I’ll book the appointment for you next time.”

You laughed softly, kissing the fresh scratches you’d left on his collarbone. “Only if you promise to let me admire my work every single time.”

“Deal,” Steve said, tilting your chin up for a slow, loving kiss. His hazel eyes sparkled with that same lovesick grin. “Now, how about we go check out that coconut body wash from the body wash set i got you, together? I’ve got a few more ideas involving these nails and some shower tiles”

You smiled against his lips, already excited for round three.

this is part two of fresh new set! go check her out if you dare;)

sorry if she’s a little shorter, i’ve been writing so many fics since i’m going on vacation and i seriously think im getting carpal tunnel ˶ˊᜊˋ˶

announcement

Hi my loves!! i won’t be as active this week or the following week because im going on vacation to my home country! so i need to start packing and preparing to travel and wifi won’t be available to me all the time during my vacation, butttttt good news;)

drumroll please!*:..｡₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ🥁🥁

i wrote a few fics ahead of time and they are scheduled to post every two days while i’m gone to keep you guys entertained till i come back

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lots of love -defnotdailaaa( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

sneak peak of one of my favs 😉

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exes with a pulse (coming soon)

more coming soon °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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save a horse ride a cowboy

she’s a super freaky girl

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morning sex with steve

fresh new set

fresh new set pt2

scratched by my wife pt3

date night

1,000 roses (coming soon)

more coming soon ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

ᴅɪʟғ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇ

teachers pet

rough sex with steve

4th of july

sneaky link

back shots with steve(coming soon)

more coming soon…•*¨*•.¸¸☆*

ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀɪʟs ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ! sᴛᴇᴠᴇ •*¨*•.¸¸☆*🐆🥂

tw:MDNI, smut, unprotected piv, cream pie, mating press, lots of kissing( ˘ ³˘)ᥫ᭡

❧ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ! 1.6ᴋ☙

A few weeks prior, you had met up with your best friend who had the most gorgeous set of acrylic nails, long and with red French tips.

She had given you the name of the salon. After you arrived home from the late lunch, you sneakily made an appointment for the following week.

Once the day arrived, you told Steve you were off to run errands and hurriedly left the house, not wanting to be late for the appointment.

The nail salon was packed for a Wednesday morning, but you were quickly situated and seated. You opted for a white French tip, square shape, long enough to be noticeable but short enough for you to function with a little “S.H” on the ring finger.

After the appointment, you could not take your eyes off your nails, imagining how Steve’s reaction would be.

When you got home, the house was empty. Given that Steve was now a baseball coach and sex ed teacher, he didn’t come home until 5:30 on the dot. You spent the early afternoon cleaning the house and tidying up. When it was 4:25, you started to get ready to show Steve your new nails. You blew your hair out, shaved every inch of your body, making sure you smelled like coconut and looked good, and even did a little smokey eye look with a brown lip liner and a glittery pink lip gloss. You put on a little white lacy baby top with a pink bow in the middle and a white G-string with a pink bow on the top, right on your mound.

If you didn’t know it was you, you would have confused yourself for a Victoria’s Secret model.

“Perfect,” you whispered to yourself. Now looking at the clock, which said 5:30, Steve would be here any moment. You quickly put on your white kitten heels with gold details and waited.

The front door closed with a creak and heavy footsteps, letting you know Steve was home. You quickly turned on “Out on a Limb” on the record player you kept in your room and posed seductively on the bed, waiting to get Steve to come find you and find his present waiting to be unwrapped.

“baby you home?” steve yelled out but to no answer just the soft voice of teena marie playing through out the house. you heard his drop his keys on the table near the front door and his sneakers walking through our the house, later followed by heavy steps going up the stairs

The music led Steve to the bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, frozen in shock.

His hazel eyes widened at the sight in front of him, slowly raking over your body.

From the white kitten heels, up your legs, to your face, and then finally landing on your hands resting on the bed. The fresh glossy white French tip acrylic nails sparkled, the bold “S.H” on your ring finger sitting perfectly matching your wedding and engagement rings.

“Hi, Stevie,” you whispered, followed by a soft giggle, clearly amused by his reaction.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed. A slow, stunned grin spread across his face as he rubbed the back of his neck, that old nervous habit of his.

“Did you do this all for me?” he asked, voice a little rough.

You giggled again. “Who else could this be for, Stevie?”

Steve crossed the room in a few quick strides, now standing right in front of you, towering over the bed. He held his hand out, silently asking you to get up on your knees. You obeyed, offering your hand to him. He took it gently, bringing your fingers closer to inspect the fresh set. His thumb brushed over the “S.H” on your ring finger before he lifted it to his lips, kissing it softly. Then he moved to your middle finger, your pointer, your pinky, and finally your thumb,kissing each one before trailing his lips across your knuckles and up your arm.

He took a small step back to take you in again, eyes dark with hunger.

“Fuck… look at you. You look gorgeous,” he said, his voice dropping low. That cocky King Steve tone mixed with the soft, lovesick version only you ever got to hear. “And my initials too? Princess, you’re going to be the death of me.”

Steve crawled onto the bed, gently laying you back against the soft mattress. He hovered over you, his gold chain with the little charm of your initials brushing against your skin. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured.

You giggled at the feeling of his hardening cock pressing against your thigh through his jeans. “I think I have an idea, baby,” you breathed out as Steve’s lips found your neck, kissing down to your collarbone.

Steve took a deep breath, inhaling your scent. “Is that the new coconut perfume I got you, baby?”

You let out a soft giggle before whispering a quiet “yes” against his ear. Then you gently took his earlobe into your mouth, sucking on it softly. Steve’s breath hitched instantly.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice low and wrecked, the kind only you ever got to hear.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hazel eyes now dark with lust and adoration. In one smooth move, he grabbed the hem of your lacy baby top and tugged it off, throwing it aside.

“As much as I love you in this, baby, I’m gonna need it off right now,” he chuckled.

His hands roamed over your now bare skin, massaging your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples until they perked up. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth and sucking softly, taking his time before switching to the other. You moaned, fingers gripping his hair and scratching his scalp gently.

You arched into him as Steve didn’t waste any second. He hooked his fingers into your G-string and slid it down your legs, leaving you completely bare beneath him. His gaze drank you in.

You reached up, scratching his scalp again. “This doesn’t feel real fair, Stevie. You have way too many clothes on right now.”

Steve let out a low chuckle before sitting back on his knees. He quickly shedding his shirt and shoved his jeans and boxers down, throwing them somewhere behind him.

His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, slapping against the soft skin of his stomach.

Before you could reach for him, Steve grabbed the backs of your thighs and pushed your legs back toward your chest, folding you in half.

“Like this,” he murmured, voice rough with neediness . “I want you just like this, princess.”

He settled into the perfect mating press, your knees nearly at your ears, his body weight pinning you down as he lined himself up. With one slow, deep thrust, he buried himself completely inside you, stretching you open.

A low, strangled moan left your glossy pink lips at the intimate and intense angle.

steve groaned deeply, his forehead resting on yours. “shit… your so fucking tight, you feel amazing baby.”

Steve started to move, slow and deep at first, savoring the way you felt around him. But it didn’t take long before his pace built up harder, faster, more desperate. The mating press angle hit that sweet spot perfectly with every stroke, his weight pressing you deeper into the mattress.

Your hands made their way to his back, holding onto him like he was the only thing grounding you to this world. Your fresh white French tip nails dug into his skin as you dragged them up and down his back hard. You moaned and whimpered into his mouth while he kissed you with those soft, plush lips, leaving long, red scratches across his skin as pleasure consumed you.

“Fuck yes, baby,” Steve hissed, his hips snapping harder. The only sounds in the room were wet skin slapping together and both of you moaning each other’s names. “Claw me up, baby. Mark me. I want to feel those nails tomorrow.”

You moaned loudly, raking your nails along his back again and again as he fucked you deep and hard. His gold chain with your initials brushed across your skin with every powerful thrust. His pace grew frantic, the wet sounds of your pussy being drilled into mixing with your desperate moans and cries.

Steve buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin, surely leaving hickeys that would bloom by morning.

“God, I love you, baby. You’re all mine,” he panted. The feeling of your pussy pulsing around him told him you were close.

“Come for me, baby. Let me feel all of you.”

The pressure, the angle, and the feeling of Steve everywhere at once pushed you right over the edge. You cried out, nails digging deep into his back as your orgasm hit hard, clenching tightly around his cock. Steve followed right behind you with a rough, loud moan. He thrust deep one last time, hips stuttering as he came hard inside you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep as he filled you up.

He stayed buried inside you for a moment longer before gently releasing your legs from your chest. He carefully lowered your now limp legs, rubbing the backs of your thighs softly. Both of you stared at each other, breathing heavily.

Steve finally collapsed beside you and pulled you onto his chest. You rested your head there, looking up at him. He wore that stupidly cute, signature lovesick grin, his hair messy from the aftermath of making love.

“Best fucking surprise ever,” he whispered, making you chuckle softly. He leaned down, kissing your temple, then your cheek, then your lips.

“We’re definitely gonna have to check the damage you did to my back, princess,” he added with a smirk.

You both laughed quietly in the peaceful room, the record player still spinning softly on the now finished track.

i love this one-shot so much, i had so much fun writing it. This fic may or may not have been inspired by the fact i have a nail appointment tomorrow ٩>ᴗ<)وʷᵒᵒʰᵒᵒ!!!

might have to do a part two who knows?

part 2 , part 3

tw! mdni, smut, fluff, cream pie, big dick steve, love making, lots of love in this fic(>ᴗ•) !

word count: 1.2k!

Sunlight spilled over the horizon and poured gently into the room, bathing everything in a soft golden glow and gentle warmth.

Behind you, Steve’s slow, steady breathing brushed warmly against the shell of your ear, letting you know he was still deep in sleep. Yet the firm heat of his arousal pressing insistently against your lower back told a very different story.

hiii queen, fancy seeing you here😉

hi my loves! this is my 4th of july special! she’s a little bit longer! i don’t celebrate the 4th of july but wanted to write a little sum sum about older! steve. enjoy!! - defnotdailaaa out!

tw! MDNI, smut, piv, making out, car sex, cream pie, big dick steve (it’s canon duhhhhh), age gap (steve is 43 and reader is 28)

word count: 1.8k!

Tonight was your third date with Steve, and it happened to fall on the Fourth of July. You’d chosen a red tank top, tiny denim shorts, cowboy boots, and a matching cowboy hat. You were putting the final touches on your glittery lip gloss when you heard soft but confident knocks at your door.

You waited a moment before opening it. Steve stood there holding a bouquet of lotus flowers, dressed in light washed jorts and a red plaid flannel. His salt and pepper hair was styled as perfectly as always, his face clean shaven. It should be criminal for a 43 year old man to look this good. You pressed your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction.

“Wow, I-uh… you look gorgeous,” Steve said, breathless, his eyes wide like a kid in a candy store. He held out the bouquet. “These are for you.” “Thank you, Steve. These are my favorite,” you murmured, cheeks warming as you took the flowers. “I’ll put them in water, and then we can go.”

You and Steve arrived at the parade just as the sun was setting. After walking around for a bit, you found a spot on the grass and settled in. When the fireworks show began, bursts of color lit up the sky. The lights danced across Steve’s face, highlighting the moles on his neck and the soft curve of his lips. You couldn’t stop staring.

Steve turned and caught your gaze. You looked away quickly, embarrassed. “What? Got something on my face, darling?” he asked, that familiar pet name sending a warm ache through your core.

“No, no,” you replied shyly, avoiding his eyes. Silence settled between you again, broken only by the crack and pop of fireworks and the steady rhythm of Steve’s breathing beside you.

When the fireworks finally ended, a small wave of disappointment washed over you. You hadn’t gotten your kiss under the sparks. Maybe it’s too soon, you thought. It’s only our third date.

Steve tapped your shoulder gently. You turned to him. “Uh, do you want to get some ice cream?” he asked. You smiled. “Yeah no wait no! sorry wait I mean, yes! I’d love to.” you stutter feeling heat crawl up your face.

Steve chuckled, warm and fond. “Good. I was hoping you’d say yes. I found a place I think you’ll really like.” The walk back to his BMW was quiet but comfortable. The drive was short. Steve let you control the radio, and “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” by ABBA played softly as you pulled up to Scoops Ahoy. He got out first and came around to open your door.

“Didn’t take you for such a gentleman, Stevie,” you purred. His cheeks flushed that soft pink you were growing to love. “Only for a lady as kind and beautiful as you,” he said with a wink.

Once inside, you ordered your ice cream and conversation flowed easily. “You know, I used to work here,” Steve admitted, looking a little embarrassed. “Really? So I missed my chance to see you in the sailor shorts?” You snorted. “Yeah, it wasn’t my best look,” he laughed. “Had me feeling real insecure back then.” A comfortable pause settled between you before Steve spoke again, his voice softer. “I really don’t want this date to end,” he sighed. “Do you want to go somewhere?”

You nodded as he held his hand out for you to take. You got in his Beamer, and he drove off. “So where are we going?” you asked. shifting in the passenger seat to look at steve. “It’s a surprise, baby,” Steve said with a chuckle.

After talking for a bit during the car ride, you arrived at Lovers Lake.

“Do you like stargazing?” Steve asked with a smile. “Steven Harrington, did you study me or something? I love stargazing. How did you know?” Steve got out of the car, opened your door, and closed it after you slid out. “I guess a little bird told me,” he said with a chuckle.

Sitting on the hood of Steve’s Beamer and looking up at the sky, you felt eyes on your side profile. You turned your head and made eye contact with Steve, who was staring at your lips before looking back up at your face. He brought his hand up to your cheek, rubbing his thumb up and down gently.

“Is this okay?” he whispered. You nodded softly before Steve’s lips crashed into yours. You gasped against his lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss by sliding his tongue in and tasting the cotton candy ice cream you had eaten earlier. Your hands slid up and gripped Steve’s shoulders to ground yourself. Steve pulled back first, catching his breath for a second while staring at you.

Your chest rose and fell as you caught your breath. You spoke first. “Do you want to go back into your car?” you asked with a giggle. “Yes,” Steve said eagerly.

You slid off the hood of his car and into the backseat. Steve followed right behind you. Before you could settle, he pulled you onto his lap and into another kiss. The windows were already fogging up from the heat of both your bodies. His hands roamed up and down your back before settling on your ass, gripping and playing with the plumpness of each cheek.

“This okay, baby?” Steve asked, pulling back from the kiss so you could breathe.

“Uh huh,” you replied before pulling him into another kiss, tilting your head to deepen it. Steve’s nose bumped against your cheek as you started grinding on his very noticeable bulge, causing him to moan into your mouth.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” Steve murmured against your lips, his voice low and raspy. His hands slipped under the hem of your red tank top, palms warm against your skin. “Can you take this off for me, pretty girl?” You nodded faster than you could think and tugged the tank top over your head. Steve’s eyes darkened the second he saw the red lacy bralette underneath, the little bow sitting perfectly in the valley of your breasts.

“Fuck… this all for me, baby?” His hazel eyes were blown wide with lust and adoration as he drank in the sight of you.

“Mhm. Just for you, Stevie,” you whispered.

Steve’s hands slid around your back, hovering over the clasp. “Can I?”

You nodded eagerly. He undid it with one smooth motion, letting the bralette fall somewhere onto the floor of the car. His mouth was on you instantly, sucking, licking, and gently nipping at your breasts.

“They’re so pretty, baby,” he groaned, the words muffled because he refused to pull away. The vibration of his voice against your sensitive skin made you shiver.

“Stevie,” you whined, grinding down harder against the bulge in his jorts.

“Hm?” he hummed, still focused on your chest.

“I need you, Steve.”

He finally pulled back, looking up at you with hesitation in his eyes even as his hands gripped your hips tightly. “Are you sure? I don’t want our first time to be in the back of my car.”

You let out a breathy laugh and gestured down at your naked upper body, nipples glistening with his saliva. “Steve, I think we’re a little past that point.”

A low chuckle escaped him. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

Steve pulled you back into a kiss as he unbuttoned your tiny denim shorts. You lifted your hips so he could tug them down along with your panties in one go. He paused for a second, then grabbed your red lacy thong and tucked it into his back pocket. You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, for safekeeping, baby,” Steve said, then winked at you.

The cool night air hit your skin, causing your nipples to pebble. Steve lifted you off him slightly and shoved his jorts and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It was hard and flushed, precum leaking from the tip.

“So big, Steve… I don’t think it’ll fit,” you whispered.

Steve chuckled. “We’ll make it fit, baby.”

You wrapped your hand around him, stroking softly. Steve groaned.

“Condom?” he managed to ask, voice strained.

“I’m on the pill,” you whispered, brushing your thumb over the head of his cock, “and I want to feel all of you, Stevie.”

That was all the permission he needed. Steve gripped your hips and guided you back onto his lap. His fingers slipped between your folds and he groaned at how wet you were.

“Aw baby, this pussy is practically crying for me,” he said as he slid a finger into your tight cunt, pumping in and out at a steady pace to open you up. His long finger hit that spot that made your brain melt, drawing moans and whines from your lips.

“Steve,” you moaned. “Hm?” He was entirely too focused on opening you up. “Need you inside me now, Steve.”

You lifted your hips, grabbed his cock, and rubbed the tip between your slick folds before slowly sinking down.

“Oh my god, you’re so tight, baby.” The stretch was intense, like you were being split in two. Once he bottomed out, he held you there for a moment, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

You rolled your hips slowly. “You ready, baby?” Steve asked. “Mhm.”

Steve’s hands gripped your waist, helping you set the pace as he thrust up to meet you. Moans fell loudly from your mouth. You didn’t care how loud you were being. The car rocked slightly with your rhythm. The air smelled like sex and Steve’s cologne. You braced one hand on the roof of the car and the other on his shoulder, practically strangling his cock.

“Been thinking about this pussy since I asked you out, baby. I- oh fuck, so tight,” Steve babbled, too lost in pleasure to process what he’s saying.

The pressure built in your lower belly. “Steve, I’m close,” you moaned, bouncing on his cock. “Me too, baby. Come on,” Steve urged, his voice strained. His fingers found your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles until your orgasm crashed into you. Your pussy pulsed around his cock as he continued thrusting. Steve followed right after, burying his face in your neck and moaning in your ear as he came inside you, filling your tight cunt with rope after rope of his thick cum, hips stuttering.

For a moment you stayed like that, catching your breath. The only sounds were the water of the lake sloshing outside and the two of you breathing heavily. Steve held you close before slowly pulling out and pressing soft kisses to your temple.

“You okay?” he asked. You smiled, still fucked out. “More than okay, Steve.” You leaned in and kissed him. He let out a warm laugh, kissing you back before pulling away with a smirk. “Good, because I’m not ready to take you home yet.”

And boy, did he keep his promise.

ok this is like my 4th time making this post cause tumblr keeps deleting it off my drafts and it’s 4 am at the moment i’m writing this and i’m seriously going to lose my shit 😩

i hope you guys enjoyed and always remember ideas and thoughts are always welcomed:)

hi my loves! so i recommend to listen to Teachers pet by melanie martinez while reading:3 enjoy!! also the pics above do not describe reader!!

tw! MDNI, smut, sort of cream pie, cheating!

Thinking about being DILF!Steve’s dirty little secret🫢

The cool oak desk sticks to your sweaty skin as you’re bent over Coach Steve’s desk. Every thrust makes the heavy desk shift slightly. “Drunk off Coach Steve’s cock” doesn’t even come close to describing the euphoric state you’re in. With the fast pace of each thrust, his thick, plump tip forces your cervix into submission. “A plus just for you, baby,” Steve groans, making your pussy clench hard around his thick cock. “You like when I talk to you like that, baby? Hmm?”

Only moans and whimpers leave your lips in response. Steve scoffs, reaching over you and grabbing you by the throat hard enough to snap you back to reality. You’re in his office, bent over your coach’s desk like a dirty little secret. “You that drunk off my cock you can’t even respond, hmm, baby?” Steve taunts, never slowing his brutal pace.“Yes-yes-yes, Steve” you cry out biting your bottom lip so hard you can taste the nickel. He suddenly slows to a stop behind you. You whine and look back at him desperately.“That’s not my name, baby. Come on say it properly and I’ll let you cum on my cock.”

“Coach Harrington,” you breathe out in a rush, hoping he’ll keep going. “Atta girl,” Steve says with a wicked grin. He smacks your plump ass a few times, the sharp sound echoing in the room, before he resumes his fast, punishing thrusts. You moan his name like he’s god himself behind you. “A girl your age shouldn’t be ruining me the way you are,” he groans . The coil in your stomach tightens, stars already bursting behind your eyes. “I-I’m-I’m cumming, Coach-I’m cumming!” you blurt out as the orgasm rips through you making you go limp onto the desk. Your pussy flutters and clenches around him like a vice, pulling him deeper, making steve cum. Steve moans behind you, but at the last second he panics. “Sh-shit!” He pulls out quickly, the rest of his cum spurting across your ass and lower back while the rest leaks from your pulsing hole. The room smells like sex, sweat, and regret. “I’ll send you the money for the morning after pill,” Steve says in a serious tone as he tucks himself back into his pants. “My wife can’t find out about this… and this can’t happen again.” “Yes, sir,” you whisper, eyes fixed on the floor. You quickly pull your panties and skirt back on, grab your stuff, “you say this every time” you scoff at him,leaving him alone in his office.

Why am I such a teacher’s pet… and why am I still a secret?, My mind is above my years.

This may have been my favorite to write, i love dilf steve. he really gets my mind going, i also just love dilfs! enjoy 😉

ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪʟғ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇs sɴᴇᴀᴋʏ ʟɪɴᴋ 🐰⸝꙳.‎˖

tw! MDNI, smut, breeding kink?, cream pie.

enjoy ml’s!🩷

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” Steve moans out close to your ear as he holds you up to keep you upright, back to chest, as he thrusts slowly in and out of you. Whimpers are falling out of your lips, unable to keep quiet with how good Steve is making you feel. Steve’s hand snakes down to grope your right boob as he continues to pull whimpers and moans out of you. “That feel good, baby?” Steve asks as he bullies your cervix with the tip of his thick cock. “Mhm” is the only thing that can come out with how drunk you are off his cock. “You have to give me an answer with words, baby, or we are gonna have to stop,” Steve says, kissing you on the side of your neck. “Fu- fuck! Yes, Stevie, so good, so good,” you babble as he continues to thrust in and out, making the rope in your lower belly tighten. “You gonna be good for me and cum for me, baby?” Steve mutters against your slick, sweaty skin as he brings his hand down to your clit, pressing hard and circling around the sensitive bud. The feeling of Steve’s thick cock bullying your cervix and him wrapped all around you, kissing you on your neck and jaw, and his hand on your clit causes the tight rope to snap. “I’m coming, Steve!” you barely are able to get out as you feel the slick of your release on the bottom of your butt and onto his cock and balls. Steve groans at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock as he continues to thrust in you, causing him to cum himself. You gasp as you feel the warm release of his cum in you. “Steveee!! You said you would pull out,” you growl out at Steve, knowing you are not on birth control. “I’ll buy you the pill, I’m sorry.” he says with a smirk knowing he’ll hold off as long as possible before going to the store to even buy it for you.

you guys seems to really like my last blurb so here’s another one!:)

thank you bri for the idea ૮₍ • ˕ - ₎ა♡ -defnotdailaaa out!

☆࿐ཽ༵༆blurb abt divorced!DILF!Steve༆࿐ཽ༵☆

tw! cream pie, unprotected piv, MDNI, smut.

Thinking about DILF!Steve pinning you against the wall of your small apartment, his mouth hot and greedy on your neck. As he leaves wet, sloppy kisses down to your neck and to your collarbone, teeth grazing and nipping at your skin.“Pull this down,” Steve mutters against your heated skin, tugging roughly at the silky neckline of your white dress. The fabric slides down easily, letting your breasts spill freely .Steve groans like a man starved as he stares at each breast as if in shock your real. He sucks onto one breast, sucking hard, nipping and groping both with his big hands. He switches back and forth, giving each the attention it deserves before moving to the other, never letting you catch your breath. Moans fall from your lips you can’t hold them back with how good he’s making you feel. He slides one thick thigh between your legs. “Ride my thigh, baby,” Steve orders into your ear, his hot breath making you squirm. “Come on, we have to be quick before the babysitter starts calling.” With his approval, you press your covered cunt against his strong thigh, the only barrier being his denim jeans and your lacy panties. The delicious friction of your soaked underwear against the rough fabric makes your clit throb and pulse against steve’s thigh. You roll your hips faster and faster, chasing that tightening coil in your belly. “Just like that, baby. Keep riding my thigh,” Steve praises, voice low and filthy. He sucks fresh hickeys into your neck and collarbones while you grind shamelessly against him. The rope in your lower belly pulls tighter and tighter until it finally snaps Stars burst behind your eyelids as you come hard against his thigh, shaking and whimpering. “You did so good for me,” Steve murmurs between soft kisses, a satisfied smirk on his lips as his hand rubs soothing circles up and down your back.

yeah maybe another date might be needed.

ok hi so i’m new to this so let’s be nice! also request and ideas are welcomed:))