Patient is a 40 year old female with a history of seizure disorders over the past 35 years, she had no perinatal complications and was in excellent health until age 5 when she had the onset seizure activity following prolonged illness with viral meningitis. Her altered mental status from the infection...
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having your sisterās husband, the father of her child, saved in your phone as āsugarās boyfriend (pete?)ā is honestly one of the most diabolical things iāve seen from carmen thus far iāll be real
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i pooks i havent watched stranger things in a bajillion years but u asked so i shall deliver heres ur horny ask (warning this is kinda wild so)
after hours at the ice cream place (i dont remember the name im sorry) and ur on top one of the tables while he fucks you with the handle end of the ice cream scooper
ok bye bye!
after hours ā steve harrington x fem!reader
cw: 18+, fem!reader, incorrect use of ice scream scooper, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!! (or anywhere...), cunnilingus, unrealistic sex, squirting, tummy bulges, it's a silicone handle not the one steve has in the show cause that would hurt like shit, steve is naaassstyyyy (and also a tit guy)
wc: 1.9k
a/n: SPLOOOOGEEEE ILY FOR THIS I SCREAMED WHEN I READ IT. also a little something for my season 3 lovers before season 5 drops ehehehe
your favorite part of working in the store right next to your boyfriend's wasn't just that you could visit him almost anytime you wanted. it was the evenings where you two closed and had all the time in the world together in the scoop's break room.
the cool material of the table underneath your back hits your skin like knives, causing you let out a sharp gasp that steve might consider making his new favorite sound.
steveās hands are on you and you feel him everywhereāon your hips, breasts, thighs, it was like he couldnāt get enough of you. he squeezed the soft flesh of your skin like it was the first time, the tip of his nose trails the expanse of your throat, giving him a nice whiff of your perfumeāand, was that new? heād ask you later.
right now steve just wanted to re-familiarize himself with your body. what could he say? a day without his girlās touch did things to him.
the warmth of his hands are a stark contrast to the cold on your back, providing you with a delicious balance.
a groan rumbles from his throat once he gets his lips on yours, tongue exploring the warm cavern of your mouth in a messy kiss.
the kiss was hot, a little uncoordinated, but god if it wasnāt turning you on even more. the entire day he was missing you, waiting for when the clock hit 9 to finally see his beloved. every second without you dragged, and every second with you seemed to go faster.
a shudder runs through your spine when you feel him thumb at your clothed clitāwhen did his hand get down there?ā, lips parting to release a breathy whine that makes steveās cock strain in the shorts of his eyesore of a uniform. just the thought of you wanting him was enough to get him rock solid.
you donāt even realize just how soaked you are until steve's fingers wiggle their way beneath the fabric of your panties, slick coating his fingers and he sucks in a breath through his teeth at the feeling.
pleasure shoots up your spine when one of his knuckles trace up your weeping slit, pressing down and making a gentle circling motion when it reaches your puffy little bud and you mewl, hips canting towards his hand.
"steve." you moan weakly, already feeling a bit dizzy.
"i know honey, i know. she's so wet f'me, isn't she?" steve's taunting question only serves to work you up even more, his lips pressing against yours in two quick pecks before traveling down your neck, fingers still toying with your sopping cunt.
with one hand occupied, the other tries to pop open the buttons of your white button-up. steve fails miserably and he grumbles his disdain for your 'stupid uniform', looking up at you like a kicked puppy. it almost makes you giggle, biting your lip as he spoke out his next words.
"c'mon, pretty girl, help me out here, yeah?" his tongue laves at the spot where your nipples would be and you twitch, because fuck, it had been a slow day and you decided to ditch your bra in preparation for after work and he pauses when he realizes it. you quickly put your hands to work with your shirt, a little disoriented with the way his fingers are relentless between your legs.
then a small smirk that has you crumbling spreads across his face as the sight before him confirms that you, in fact, aren't wearing a bra.
steve closes his eyes and shakes his head, letting a breath out his nose. "jesus, what'd a guy like me do to get so lucky? fuck. come here."
his hand that isnt playing with your clit cups one of your perfect breasts, lips kissing around your areola before sucking it into his mouth and he moans around your tit, blissed out.
"oh my guh- god, hnff, shit!" the noises that leave your lips are almost pornographic, and you'd be ashamed if you weren't feeling so good right now.
it's evil how good your boyfriend makes you feel, especially when his index finger slides into you with ease, middle following with no problem. steve's mouth move onto your other breast, muttering something about how he "could do this all fucking day" and how much he "loves sucking on these things. shit."
his mouth releases your tit with a wet pop, finally moving over to his main course between your legs. a warm, big hand gently spreads your legs apart to accomodate his frame, body complying with no effort.
the hand between your legs is almost numb with how long he's been teasing you, but that's not what's on his mind right now. a slick, obscene sound fills the air when his fingers pull your panties down your legs, a thin string of slick connecting you to the fabric.
steve's cock kicks in his breaches, begging for attention but he ignores it, way too fascinated with you, your pussy, you, you, you.
once your panties are completely off he mindlessly stuffs it in his pocket, kneeling between your trembling thighs.
"shit, you're soaked. all this for me, honey? aww, you're too cute." he doesn't let you answer his question, tongue laving up your pussy, almost reverently, causing you to cry out his name. steve shuffled closer, left hand holding you open while the other spreads your folds apart, revealing your bare clit to the cold air before shielding it with his warm, waiting mouth and sucking hard.
the pleasure is overwhelming as he throws your calves over his shoulders. you moan out his praises unabashedly, grabbing his mop of brown hair between your legs, pressing his face impossibly closer to your arousal.
so he's a little obsessed with getting you off.
steve has to fight the urge not to jerk himself off right now, even though it's his only option if he wanted to get off. sure, he could ask for you to suck him off or wrap your delicate hands around him, but this was about you.
you're off the pill and he doesn't have a condom with him, the last time he'd brought one robin had found it on the floor and steve was way too mortified to risk bringing another.
his thoughts snap back to you when you let out a sharp cry, the pressure on your clit becoming just shy of too much. steve unlatched his mouth from your sensitive little nub just to kiss it, nosing down your slit to tongue-fuck you and that just increased your pleasure by tenfold.
suddenly white hot pleasure crashes over you and steve doesn't stop, oh no, his thumb comes up to join in the fray and makes swirling motions with just the right amount of pressure that has you screaming when you cum.
once you tug his hair back, steve finally relents, patting your thigh before standing back up. but instead of pulling down his shorts eagerly like he so often did, he placed his hands on his hips, shifting his weight on one foot, deep in thought.
once you're oriented again, you prop yourself up on your elbow and furrow your brows, head tilting in confusionāa habit that steve found impossibly adorable.
"steve? what're you-"
"lay back down, honey."
"huh?"
suddenly steve's the one gently pushing you back onto the table, the surface no longer cold as it was warmed by the sweat of your back from... earlier activities.
a shuffle is heard from in front of you, and you crane your neck just to barely see steve pull something from his pocket.
holy shit. his fucking scooper?
before you can add in your two cents he shushes you, muttering about how he "just wants to try something."
you're silent until you feel an unfamiliar texture that seems to be silicone prod at your cunt. that's definitely not steve's dick.
meanwhile, steve's measuring how much of his trusty scooper he can fit into you. it's a little bigger than him, shamefully so, but he decides it makes the cut.
a shiver runs up your spine when said material gently taps at your clitāhe's testing the waters.
"steve..." you mutter, closing your eyes in fear? anticipation? excitement? probably all of the above.
and then he's pushing it into you, watching in awe and with his mouth hung slightly ajar as your pussy swallows the scooper inch by inch, slick making it easier to take in. "oh shitttt, that's fuckin' hot." steve groans, his poor dick throbbing wildly against his thigh. down, boy. now's not the time, he thinks.
"fuck... oh my god. god, steve, i c-can't.." you're babbling now, saying the first thing that comes to mind. then steve's gently thumbing at your clit, leaning over to press a kiss to your damp temple.
"eeeasy, honey, just a little more... mmh, you're so good at this, sweet girl. take it like 's my cock. uh huh." he cooes out his praise, and it has you whining out, jaw slack when the device finally bottoms out.
"you alright, baby? not too much?" steve voices his concern, not missing the way your eyebrows are scrunched, lip bitten raw. "can i keep going?"
your eye flutter open to meet his, and you nod. "mhm. keep going, please, stevie."
please. stevie. fuck.
"i got you, honey." he pulls the scooper back just to gently thrust back in, setting a steady, tentative rythm. he doesn't miss the obscene squelch that follows his motions, or how you let out a cute little uh with each thrust, and definitely not the way your stomach bulges each time the scooper reaches it's hilt. it was his favorite partāor, well, it tied with your pretty moans.
his cock is uncomfortably hard now, pre-cum sticking to his boxers and almost impossible to ignore. almost, if it wasn't for the sight of you that steve wanted to devote himself to completely.
steve's not mean, though, he knows your best orgasms happen when he plays with your sensitive pearl.
so while his right hand shallowly pumped his scooper into you, he spat directly on your clit, making your hips jerk forward, to give his left hand something to work with.
"fuck, steveāfaster, faster, mmmgh..." your pleads set something loose inside of him, something feral, and now he's fucking you with the handle like it's his cock, thumb pressing down harder just to bring you to the edge.
shlick! shlick! shlick! the scene is beyond pornographic, your back arched off the table, hair a wild mess around your head, while your boyfriend fucked you with a goddamn ice cream scooper.
"cumming, 'm cummi- fuck! steve!" you barely have time to warn steve because suddenly you're gushing all over him, coating the handle and down his wrist, dribbling onto the floor.
steve is starstruck, unable to stop doing anythingāwatching, fucking the handle into you. the sight is so dirty it makes him shoot out his warm load without even touching himself, hips jerking wildly into nothing.
"shit, oh shit, ohhh shit, honey," steve groans out, watching as your release tapers off, leaving both off you a panting mess.
finally, after a few moments, he pulls away the scooper, bringing it closer and observing it like it was a science experiment.
"huh." he shrugs, licking a generous stripe up the coated handle.
fuck, did you love your filthy boyfriend.
