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This is legit real we barely have any content for x male readers
Me after searching "x male reader" wondering why there's so much fem reader content
The "yandere male" tag:
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Omggg I saw you did grease could you do headcannons for doody with a French male reader
Here is your request! Thank you so much for being patient, and I hope you love it!! This is my first time doing headcannons like these, though I absolutely loved doing it!!
If there are any mistakes, please let me know!! <33
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Doody x Male! Reader
Word Count: 782
Warning: A tiny mention of the laws in the 1950s (didn't go into much detail)
before dating:
He was starstruck when he first saw you, Sonny had to tap his shoulder to get his attention back on the group
You had walked up to the school with Sandy, your cousin, and you caught his eye. He also caught your eye, but Sandy dragged you inside before you could look more
He stumbled over his words upon first speaking to you, especially after hearing your accent
If you allow it, he will have his arm resting around your shoulder most times under the guise of relaxing and not just wanting to touch you in some way
He is THE person to go and gossip with, you guys talk about what you’ve been hearing around school lately
People in the school really enjoy your accent so they go to you for advice, kind of like an excuse but because they assume you give good advice, and while you do share advice with them you also run to Doody and tell him the drama you were told
You accidentally broke one of his plastic water guns one day, and he let you get away with it but when Putzie broke one he forced him to get another for him (you also got another one for him but he told you, you didn’t have to)
If you are hanging with the group before he joins everyone for lunch, you are the first he acknowledges before acknowledging everyone else
You help him with his homework and classwork and he pays attention to everything you say
You are a T-bird so you're around the gangs a lot, and out of the ladies you're closest to Marty and you confide in her about your crush on Doody
He was the first to ask you out with the help of the other t-birds and Frenchy
He had Frenchy help reserve the diner for just the two of you and had the guy's help set it up to be romantic. There is music playing, a couple of candles, a few flowers, and a vinyl you were talking to him about
You definitely flirted with him in French and loved seeing him confused about what you said, you also refused to tell him yourself telling him to figure it out
when dating:
His love languages are touch and acts of service
He loves holding your hand, or even just your pinky, and he loves doing things and getting you things that you mention you like
You call him 'My love, Honey, and a few French nicknames' and he calls you 'Beloved, My love, and dear'
His parents absolutely love you and always tell him so, which he relays back to you, and invites you to family game nights
He has always loved to hear you speak French, but he loves it so much more once you start dating
especially when you call him a nickname in French
He loves sharing his lunch when you forget yours
He’d just plop down next to you and put his lunch in the middle of your guys’ laps
He sneaks little notes into your bag hoping you won’t notice (you do but you don’t say anything till after you guys meet back up)
You save the notes he gives you in an old box in your room, and when he finds it he is stuck to your side
He gets you flowers and replaces them whenever they die (he likes seeing them in your room when he comes over)
He always hides you behind him when Bermudo and his gang come around as a way to protect you (even when he knows you can protect yourself, he just doesn't care)
You were the first to say I love you first, he was always too nervous and stumbled over his words when he tried
He had walked up to your front door with you, and you just told him, and he was blushy and nervous after you told him, but he said it back
You guys don't hide your guy's relationship, but you guys also don't announce it to everyone
there are some people who figured it out but give dirty looks towards you both, though you guys just ignore them
If it goes more than words doody won't hesitate to fight for you both, and neither are the gangs
You and Doody are following along with the laws and fighting to be together publicly
If you guys ever fight, he will need time to calm down, but once he has, he’ll come back and talk it out
You guys met up at prom with matching ties, though you did not engage in the mooning (you did cover for him)
All in all, you guys love each other very much and he's just very much in love with you
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hii i saw you did doody from grease for male readers could you do a doody x male reader where one of the readers friends catches them sleeping together :) just pure fluff
Ofc :) I hope you enjoy this
Sleepyhead

Doody delfuego x male reader
Mentions of fluff :)
As Marty and Frenchy we’re helping set up for some party that rizzo was gonna host Jan realized that y/n wasn’t here
“Hey y/n said he would be here like an hour ago”
Marty realized who y/n was with as she has kept it secret for weeks that doody and y/n were a thing. It started when in shop class Marty secretly noticed doody and y/n were holding hands under the table a TBIRDS knew also that doody was with y/n but kept it a secret
“ yeah y/n did say he would be here like an hour ago” Jan responds
“Should we go to y/ns house” Sandy asks curly
“We should I wanna know why he isn’t here” rizzo asks
As the 4 girls get into one car they arrive to y/n house Sandy knocks on the door to no response and as she knocks again Marty opens the door to see both y/n and doody sleeping together in one bed
“Guys” Marty responds and Rizzo Jan and Sandy turn and see them both sleeping Sandy smiles as she sees this
“ aren’t they cute” Sandy asks as she smiles
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doody from grease with a male reader who is shy and is one of the tbirds brothers
Doody Delfuego with a male reader who is one of the tbirds siblings
- when you first started at rydell being Danny zukos brother you got popular instantly but one boy caught your eye and that was doody
- being so much different as you loved band and hung around Sandy while doody was a greaser but he didn’t mind and loved it
- doody loves singing for you and is very good at singing
- if anyone said anything homophobic about you or any shit doody would beat their ass
- he always leaves love letters
- palm and wrist kissing
- forehead kissing is big or mouth kissing
- doody loves talking about you so much to his friends his friends get annoyed with him especially Sonny
- when it’s midnight and the frosty palace is empty doody and you go there and share a milkshake in a empty diner + if whipped cream got onto your nose it’s nose kissing
- one time doody wrote a song about you and it made you blush when he sung it for you
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MY MASTERLIST:)
Yellowjackets (female readers)
Jackie Taylor
Shauna shipman
Lottie Matthews
Van Palmer
And more :)
Scream (male and female readers)
Sam carpenter
Tara carpenter
Jill Roberts
Quinn Bailey
Sidney Prescott
And more
Grease (male and female readers)
Doody
Kenickie
Putzie
Sonny
Rizzo
Sandy
Marty
Frenchy
Jan
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Superman (Henry Cavill) fucking Batman’s son male y/n in his room when his family comes in to ask what the noise is
Can you please add a gif to?
Y/N tried to be quiet, but it was kind of hard when the most powerful being on the planet was drilling into your ass. Pushing his big cock in and out of Y/N, destroying his tight walls as they easily opened up from him as he let out a deep chuckle. “Trying to keep quiet, eh, Baby? Don’t want your family to hear you getting your ass pounded by an alien cock.”
Y/N moans because of Clark’s dirty talk. Who knew farmer boys from Kansas had such filthy mouths? “Yeah, I would love to see the look on my dad's face when he finds out his best friend is fucking his son.”
“Oh is that right?” Clark smirked. “Well, let's make sure they hear you.” He starts to pound him harder and faster at inhuman speed and strength. The bed moved forward with them as it broke off its legs and hit the wall, banging hard and causing loud vibrations.
A few minutes later, There was a knock at the door as Y/N managed a weak, ‘come in’ in between moans.
Y/N’s dad, Bruce Wayne, his brother, and Dick and Jason came into the room with shocked looks as Clark smirked at his best friend. “Oh, hey, Bruce. Just working up a sweat here with your boy.”
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I JUST REWATCHED DESCENDANTS 3 AND NOW LOOKING BACK WTF
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Anyone who wants a fanfic request im on break rn promise i will write for any character:)
Sub! Wes hicks x male reader
hi! i’m so sorry but i don’t write male!reader fics but i think @roses-r-rosie3 or @ob3ssions would write this if you send them a req?
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Sub! Wes hicks x male reader
hi! i’m so sorry but i don’t write male!reader fics but i think @roses-r-rosie3 or @ob3ssions would write this if you send them a req?
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ouu please do steve with a shorter bf :) just fluffy headcanons and steve teases him a lot bc of his height and all that
𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙
Before You Interact
𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: He/Him [female aligned DNI with this post]
𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: Fluff
𝘼/𝙉: This is so cute, your wish is my command. :) pre-established relationship ofc
𝙏𝙒: You’re short/talking about height differences (shoutout to my dysphoric friends), that’s about it.
Steve is an absolute SUCKER for the height difference
Like this man cannot get enough of it
If you’re standing somewhere, he’ll come up behind you and rest his chin on your head/shoulder
Expect forehead kisses and for him to ruffle your hair (if you let him)
Also loves if you sit in his lap bc you’re the perfect height to where he can still see over your shoulder without too much adjusting
That being said, it’s very much been used to his advantage to tease you
He’ll shift into Mom Mode™️ and put things on top of the fridge, cabinets, etc. if he doesn’t want you to get it
“You need to eat actual food first, then you can have the brownies.”
He gives you that look
“Harrington, I swear to god—”
The tray is suddenly on top of the fridge
This also goes along with presents
He’s shit at hiding them so they always get shoved into places he knows you can’t easily reach
Will hold things above and away from you so you can’t get them
You don’t play fair, and have yanked him by the shirt (or chest hair) on more than one occasion
He prefers to lean down to kiss you, rather than for you to try and reach up
It happened once and you started to fall and bashed his nose in
Robin had to comment, saying it looked like he lost another fight
Once called you Marvin the Martian when he was in a mood
You nearly beat his ass for that one
“Yeah, alright, calm down Papa Smurf.”
This man loves to dance, but specifically singing and slow dancing with you
The height difference is perfect because his arms can just rest on your shoulders
Something about the way you look up at him through half-lidded eyes when you’re tired
He can and WILL melt right there
If he stands behind you, you’ll usually reach up to stroke the side of his face while you keep doing whatever
Actually underrated sign of affection 10/10 his favorite
You have a habit of just jumping on his back at the most random times
It literally scares people; he’ll be in the middle of the conversation and you practically tackle him from behind
But he’s used to it, so he’ll just help you get comfy
STEVE HARRINGTON WOULD RATHER LIFT YOU UP LIKE A CHEERLEADER THAN KILL THE SPIDER HIMSELF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL
Man will march right into the Upside Down, but the tiny jumping spider in the corner of his room? Oh FUCK no
You don’t kill them, just relocate them
Yannow, after chasing him around with it first
If you’re spooning and he wants to be the little spoon: he will purposely scrunch up so you can wrap around him
If you’re spooning and he’s the big spoon: will absolutely fucking cage you in bc of the height difference
His favorite part about your height is definitely when you’re standing and lean into him
Your head is at the perfect spot where he can just breathe in the smell of your shampoo
Absolutely adores if he finds you sitting on the table/counter/desk
Perfect smoochin level
Even with all of the teasing, he can’t get enough of you
More male/GN reader content on my blog. Reblogs over likes — it helps other people find my stuff. Stranger Things requests are open!
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Steve harrington x male reader where steve visits his boyfriend in lenora and angela causes trouble??
𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚
𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
Before You Interact
𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Steve is finally able to visit you in Lenora after saving up for a trip. When you go to Rink-O-Mania, Angela decides to start some trouble. Little does she know that she’s getting in over her head.
𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: He/Him [female aligned DNI with this post]
𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: Mainly fluff, but it’s also pretty funny
𝘼/𝙉: Ok this turned into like a full fic bc I LOVE this idea. Left it vague as to whether you’re a Byers or were adopted bc I didn’t feel like it’s important. Bc of yours/Steve’s age, you’re not really jealous of Angela, but just decide it would be funny to fuck with her due to the constant tormenting of El. This takes place instead of the roller skate scene like give El a BREAK.
𝙏𝙒: Petnames (you call Steve handsome, pretty boy, baby; he calls you sunshine, handsome, gorgeous), you very mildly threaten Angela and her friends, I think that’s it.
Steve Harrington had waited 137 days to see you. He worked his ass off nearly every weekend, including overtime, to save up to visit. So when he heard Mike was going to be flying alone, he practically jumped at the opportunity to go to California. No amount of layovers or nearly-lost luggage was going to stop him from seeing you.
It felt like a dream for both of you. While the Wheelers drove him and their son to the airport, he could do nothing besides stare at the picture of you that always sat in his wallet.
It was from the last birthday you spent in Hawkins. Johnathan was taking pictures, as he does, and immediately gave it to Steve. You were radiant; the light of his life. Sunbeams were strewn across your (s/c) face and brought out your features with a compliment of messy (h/c) hair. On the border of the snapshot was your new number and address — though the Harrington boy quickly committed the information to memory.
The flights — yes, plural — were long and grueling, but it didn’t matter. Mike and Steve were practically sprinting with excitement as soon as they were allowed to leave the plane. Other passengers that occupied the long hallway either moved or shouted profanities, but it didn’t matter. After Steve nearly tripped over Mike’s suitcase one too many times (and threatening the boy with violence) they had finally reached the lobby.
You, El, Will, Johnathan, and some other guy were all sat in the seats. Since the last time he saw you, your appearance had changed a bit. Your hair was a bit sun-bleached and (pulled/pinned) back from your face, which was now a warmer tone than what you left Indiana with. All of the days spent either surfing or skating were beginning to show in the best way possible. You were truly living up to the nickname ‘sunshine’.
“Baby!” Your voice cut through the crowd.
In no time at all you two were hugging and waddling like a couple of penguins in an attempt not to knock each other over. Being in his arms and being able to breathe him in after so long was better than anything in the world. Steve Harrington was as much yours as you were his.
After multiple kisses, the rest of the group came to greet him. El joined you in hugging the male’s side, leaving Will and Johnathan to wave.
“Woah, dude… your hair… it’s like. So perfect.” The male dressed in all neon mused as he stared in awe. “Wait! Hairington, holy shit! It makes so much sense!”
Steve gave you an awkward look, trying to figure out what was going on. His only response was your lips mouthing ‘Argyle’, and it suddenly made perfect sense. Yours and Johnathan’s new best friend.
Once your other luggage was collected, your group of 7 piled into the giant (heavily scented) van. El was insistent that you were going to have a day at the roller rink. Steve was somewhat opposed at first, but after some reassurance and teasing, you told him he didn’t have to skate.
The place was bustling, but not too busy. There were lots of things to do in the large building — skate, arcade games, the whole nine yards — but you opted to treat your boyfriend to some mediocre-at-best nachos from the food counter. Mike and El went to skate, leaving Will on his own. You and Steve felt bad for him, but eventually saw him beaming when another boy his age sat down at the table and talked with him.
“Makes me feel old,” you remarked.
“You are old. So am I. I mean, we practically raised these kids, now look at them.”
He was right. But it was good to see them finding some sense of normalcy after everything that happened.
The nachos in the plastic tray quickly disappeared as you spent your time catching up.
“How’s Robin’s ventures going along? Last time she called she was talking about some new girl.”
Steve licked some unnaturally orange cheese from his finger. “Oh yeah, Vickie. You remember her? She’s in band and graduates with Robin. I keep telling her, like, she’s the one — you gotta go for it — but she won’t listen.”
“Do you think Vickie is into girls?”
“Oh, no doubt. I would practically bet on it. A week or so ago we were rewinding the tapes and stuff, she brought Fast Times back and it was stopped at a very specific scene.” Your boyfriend leaned across the table to get closer to your face.
“No way.”
“Yes way! And I told her to just drop a hint, but she won’t listen.”
“Kind of ironic coming from you, pretty boy. I practically had to kiss you before you caught on.” Your hand began to tangle in his.
It felt right. Like all of the waiting was worth it. Steve rolled his eyes, flashing you a smile. The way his dimples showed when he did was enough to make you melt into the booth. The man before you was everything you could ever ask for and more. Catching your gaze, he leaned a bit closer, lips just a small distance from yours.
“Alright. I’m gonna go get us some slushees, and you,” he emphasized by tapping your nose with his pinky, “can continue to sit here and look gorgeous.”
You watched as he stood and walked to the counter to get some cups. If having a fine ass and making jeans look good was a crime, that man would be serving a life sentence.
Steve bought the biggest cups they had. The souvenir ones, to be exact. They were tacky and about 50 shades of neon vomit, but it would remind him of you when he inevitably had to go back to Hawkins. He began to pale at the thought of leaving you in a week, but shook it off in favor of other things.
Maybe he could save enough to finally move — even if that meant getting a second, even third job. But you seemed happy in Lenora. Would you even want to go back to Hawkins after the big change? You had found yourself with new friends and hobbies, but still the same as the first day he met you. And there sure as hell wasn’t any ocean in Indiana, meaning you’d have to give up surfing. Maybe the two of you could stay in Lenora? It’s smaller, and a bit of a drive from the beach, so rent might be cheaper. Would you want any of that? To move in with him and maybe eventually become (Y/N) Harrington?
Or maybe he would be Steve (L/N). But there’s always the option to hyphenate. Which sounds better — (L/N)-Harrington or Harrington-(L/N).
The brunette was so caught up in his own thoughts that he nearly let the slushee overflow from the plastic cups. It was too late before he noticed a girl standing at his side, giving him giant lovey-dove eyes.
“Hi!”
Her voice cutting through was enough to nearly send the cup flying from the counter. As he turned, wide eyed, he finally caught a good look at her. She was a pretty blonde, likely a few years younger, with a bright smile and hair in a scrunchie. The way her bangs bubbled out and the perfection of her makeup complimented the grin she sported.
“Oh, hi. Uh — sorry, did you need the machine?”
In all honesty, she reminded the Harrington boy of somebody he would’ve been with in his earlier years of high school. The aura accompanied by a few close friends practically reeked of high school popularity.
She stuck a hand out, holding it like a model. “I’m Angela.”
Steve grabbed the second cup to avoid shaking her hand. “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington.”
“So, are you, like, new or something?”
The blonde began to lean up against the counter and slowly inch her way closer to the older male. He silently pleaded that you or anybody else would come save him.
This is not good.
“No — well, kinda. I’m just visiting.”
Behind the blonde, a boy in a gaudy denim jacket spoke up before nudging the girl. “Hear that, Ange? Maybe you’d be able to show him around.”
Steve practically cringed at everything that was going on. He didn’t want to be rude, but she definitely wasn’t old enough for him. Not to mention his lovely boyfriend of 2 years, who was still sat at the table. He glanced over and caught you looking bored, and Angela put the pieces together.
“Wait, you know (Y/N)? He’s with Jane, and her brothers! That is so crazy, Jane and I are, like, best friends!” The venom that dripped from her voice said otherwise.
You were becoming impatient, for lack of a better term. Steve wasn’t going to stay for too long and you were bound and determined to spend every moment together. When you finally found him, he was still at the slushee machine — accompanied by a group of teenagers you’d never seen before. Will looked over when you called his name and followed to where you were pointing with a confused look. He saw who it was and gave you a nervous look.
‘Angela?’
The younger boy nodded in confirmation.
A smirk sinister enough to rival the Devil was now present on your features. El never liked to talk about having problems at school, but Will knew it would be better to tell you. You were sworn to secrecy, but a perfect opportunity had just presented itself. Who were you to turn it down?
Will and the boy he was with watched as you began to slink from the booth and stalk over to your boyfriend.
This is going to be good.
At your arrival, Steve started laughing nervously — a habit you loved dearly, and would use to tease him — because he had no idea what was going to happen next. If you were somehow jealous, he was preparing for a rough night.
“Wow, Steve! You’ve only been here for a few hours and already have friends!” You rivaled Angela’s signature fake charm.
She rolled her eyes a bit and went back to Steve. “As I was saying—”
“C’mon, pretty boy, don’t be shy. I think you should introduce me to your new friends!” A (s/c) hand reached up to squish his face a bit.
Your boyfriend was wide-eyed and practically begging you not to do it. The blonde girl’s expression turned sour, her arms crossing, and you got a look at her small group. It was like if you took Tommy H. and Carol and gave them the douchiest California-style makeover you could manage in 20 minutes or less. Steve said nothing and instead turned to grab some straws for the drinks.
You leaned down between the two boys of the group and began eyeing them. One hand was placed on each of their shoulders to make sure they were going to listen to what you had to say.
“I heard you’ve been giving Jane trouble. I can assure you that if it happens again after this,” you glanced at Angela, “I will be breaking these boys’ legs. And trust me, I’ll make it look like an accident.”
The four younger teens began to get angry. Steve did, too, after catching what you’d said about El. Both of you had fully shifted into Dad Mode, standing your ground. Your boyfriend shoved a straw into the slurpee and took a sip, using it to gesture as he spoke.
“Are we clear?”
Angela and her darker haired friend began to drag the boys away before they could even attempt to go toe-to-toe with you. It was Steve’s first day back, and getting into a fist fight with some sixteen year olds wouldn’t be ideal, but you had seen your new sister come home with tears in her eyes one too many times.
The group exited the rink and left you and Steve to maneuver back to your table. Will and his friend were grinning; you hadn’t seen a smile like that in years. When you sat down in the booth again, your boyfriend opted to take the spot beside you. Your arm snaked around his shoulders and pulled him in. The perfectly styled strands of caramel tickled your face when he leaned against your shoulder.
It was a desperately missed gesture. For a split second you were sixteen again, laying in Steve’s bed, spending the night for the first time. If you focused hard enough, you could catch the light fragrance of his hairspray, or the strong scent of his cologne.
“Sunshine, you’re fucking insane. Do you know that?”
“Oh, don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same thing if you knew.”
Steve’s soft brown eyes met yours as he took another sip of his slushee. His lips were quickly stained red, and yours blue. Even with the chaos that was the roller rink it was like you were alone. Just happy to have the other back. You were going to soak up every minute with him.
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Ive never requested anything but could i get a steve harrington x male reader where this takes place after that whole little party scene in season 1 steve and y/n go upstairs and do the yenno(steve uses the petnames pretty boy,beautiful
A/N: HOLY SHIT BRO I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH SEASON ONE STEVE
Thank you for the request 🫶
Dive in
You ran your fingers through your hair, moving it to the side of to get a better look at the man infront of you to say your goodbyes.
You were already soaking wet and didn’t want to continue to pour water on his floor so you quickly waved your hand at his friends, watching as they flirted with each other to another room, shutting the door.
He had already said bye to you and went upstairs, but as you gathered your stuff to go to the bathroom, Steve putting a hand on your shoulder which almost made you scream if it hadn’t been so gentle.
“Do you want to change in my room?”
You looked behind you, making eye contact with Steve.
He instantly looked away, fidgeting with fingers while staring at the floor, awaiting your response.
“Uh, yeah sure man, if you ok with it.”
He mumbled something to himself along the lines of a yes or of course, a small but noticeable smile forming on his face as he led you up the stairs to his room.
> <
Steve had left the room while you got dressed which you hoped he wouldn’t.
You and Steve were friends—best to clarify and basically unseparateable since the first day you met in elementary.
But for some reason that you couldn’t seem to figure out he had been avoiding you with no reason.
This has been the first time in weeks that you’ve been at Steve’s house and that’s only cause Tommy told you about the small get together.
And the whole time you were here Steve seemed nervous, he didn’t talk to you as much, look you in the eye or even acknowledge your existence.
You felt your face get hot and your eyes water, but you held it when Steve walked into the room. You gave his a soft smile, pulling your pants up to your knees.
He sat down on his bed, still ignoring you. His attention drawn to the roof.
Bite your tongue.
“Steve, is everything ok?” You asked.
Dammit.
“What? Yeah everything’s ok, I mean besides Tommy and Carol fucking on my parents bed,” he replied. You laughed a little, finally making him smile.
He laid down against the mattress on his back sighing.
“We haven’t talked in a while,” you say, looking at him. He doesn’t reply, still staring at the roof.
“Is something on your mind? Wait wait I think I know!”
You sat on the bed, the sheets ruffling around while you position yourself to face him. “You have a crush.” You grinned.
His face flushed and he looked away from you, facing the wall.
“Come on, tell me who the lucky girl is Steve,” you teased, poking his cheek.
He gave you a nervous grin and looked away, lips parting to say something but closing shut soon after. You smiled at him, getting off of his bed to finish getting dressed.
“It’s you,” he whispered the moment you turned around.
It was loud enough for you to hear him, your head snapping towards him. He looked down when he realized what he just said, and of course the first time he admits his feelings outloud is while your basically undressed.
He felt so embarrassed.
You try to process what he just said, mouth slightly agape as you fumbled with the zipper of your jeans, the main thing on your mind was to get out of there as soon as possible before this got more awkward.
“G-guess that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” You said, not sure if you were questioning him or trying to reason with yourself.
You threw you shirt over your head, walking over to his bedroom door backwards, looking him in the eyes.
He had a pillow in between his legs, the lower half of his face covered by it. You noticed how his eyebrows quivered and you felt bad.
You liked Steve, you loved him a lot but you weren’t sure if you were ready to have a relationship yet, especially when you already knew how people would have viewed you two together.
It suited you better to make sketches of you two together then go along with it, but still it was clear that—
“We should talk about this,” you muttered, letting go of the door knob. His eyes lit up, following you as you made you way back to his bed, sitting next to him again.
The two of you sat their for a while, neither of you knowing exactly what to say. “D-do you like me back?” He asked shyly.
You didn’t know how to respond, fiddling with your fingers and looking down to the floor. “Uh yeah..I do,” you replied, still not looking at him.
You froze when his fingers brushed against yours to stop your playing, slowly wrapping around your hand.
Both of you turned quiet again, squeezing each other’s hands.
Steve’s palm was sweaty and you were sure if you didn’t girl it tight enough it was sure to fall of your hand, but it was also cold, like if you kept holding it you would get frostbite.
You turned around to look at him, not expecting him to be mer inches away from your face, his lips practically touching yours.
Without a second thought you kissed him, moaning softly into his mouth when he took advantage of your parted lips and stuck his tongue inside, rubbing against yours.
“Fuck your so pretty,” he said against your lips.
You let go of his hand, grabbing onto his shoulder so you didn’t fall backwards.
Steve’s arm snaked around your waist pulling you in closer to savor the taste as if he thought he would never be able to kiss you again.
When the two of you parted you found yourself on top of Steve, his hard on pressing against your ass.
He gave you a grin before settling you down on the floor, his crotch facing you.
“Help me out please?”
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It started out sloppy which Steve didn’t mind at all, the fact that his dick was even down your throat was enough to make him cum but soon you started to start a pace, his hips bucking along with it.
“God you look so beautiful,” he whined, hand finding the way to the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair as Steve started to fuck your mouth.
He pulled out the second he came, taking your hand to Jack him off ass he rid out his high, his seed spluttering out of his slit and onto your lips, some dribbling down your chin.
Steve tapped his tip on your lips, letting you suck on his tip while his dick turned soft again.
“COULD YOU GUYS BE ANY LOUDER?” Tommy shouted from downstairs.
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