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joonbum · 11 months

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Rodrick x reader! Smut! afab reader she/her pronouns used.

authors note. this is my first ever smut fic or anything I’ve written on this platform I promise it’ll get better guys 😭😭😭

Summary: when Rodrick finds out you like his hands and humps you while he chokes you.

it was a quiet day. raining outside and perfect for an indoor date.

you and rodrick were splayed on your bed, the soft sweet sounds of rain pittering and pattering into your room. the best thing about rodrick was how you could be completely quiet and still be comfortable, doing your own thing.

you sketched him as he watched videos of drummers from his favorite bands. he looked so angelic as he gently pouted, as the video showed various techniques he hoped to master.

“Y/n?” he looked at you, grinning a bit and you looked away, as if you weren’t staring at him for the longest time.

“Hmm?” you hummed focusing on sketching his hands.

oh. his hands. how you loved his hands. the long fingers and pretty veins that stretched across his hands. it’s all you could think about recently. thinking about his long fingers that could’ve just—

“Whatcha thinking about pretty girl?” he came close to you and snuggled in your lap, his pretty head looking up at your drawing.

“ it’s not done yet..” you mumbled, you didn’t want to show him an incomplete drawing.

“no it looks so nice, your so talented baby.” He laid soft kisses on your wrists.

“baby’s so smart and talented too, so cute..” he sat up at started kissing at your neck.

you let out a breathy sigh and the feeling of his lips on your skin. he stopped abruptly.

“now tell me, what were you actually thinking about hm? or else I won’t keep going.”

“well um I was thinking about..” you looked as you struggled to get the words out. “your hands, they just,”

“you were staring at my hands?” his eyes widened as he gave a lazy grin.

you gasped. feeling embarrassed and hot. rodrick didn’t know exactly what you were thinking about.. right? he didn’t know you wanted his-

rodrick crashed his lips onto yours as he began to kiss you and you whined into the kiss, as unexpected as it was. rodrick gently moved you into his lap as he kissed you, stifling your whines with more and more kisses. he bumped his leg and you gasped, giving him access to push his tounge in as it fought with yours for dominance, a battle he easily won.

“rodrick…” you whined as he pulled away.

he traced his hands on your lips, pulling at the bottom lip and watched as it bounced back into place. he pulled away and looked at you. he looked at how your face already looked like you needed more, the way your eyes had already gone hazy and needy.

“tell me what you want pretty.” He mumbled placing kisses at your jawline watching the way you deliciously shuddered.

“you. wan your hands rodrick please please please” you whined wanting more needing more right now.

“shh I’ve got you, it’s ok. where you want them? want me to put them around your pretty neck hm?” he gently placed them around your neck.

you whined as you nodded, so embarrassed you could barely look at him.

“no gotta hear you say it, so I know exactly what you need.”

“please choke me rodrick, need it so bad it’s all I could think about-“

“fuck.”

his kisses shut you up again as he began to rock his hips towards yours as he deepened the kiss. he watched as your hands began to cling onto him for support as he bounced you on his lap. his hand traced their way to your neck, and gave a light squeeze and watched as your body jerked and soft whimpers came out of your mouth. the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you

“rodrick, mm hah fuck please” you whined in his mouth “harder, harder-“

he squeezed harder, eyes widening at the pornographic moan you let out.

“yeah, yeah? you like that? so cute baby who would’ve known my pretty girl likes my hands around her neck hm?” he said lazily as he sped up his grinding.

you moaned and started to bounce on his lap faster too, as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. “rodrick- please needa cum please please” you whined as you desperately rocked back and forth.

he wrapped his hands around your neck and squeezed harder. as he watched your eye roll to the back of your head and your pretty little tongue lolled out.

he grinned. “who would’ve known perfect little y/n just needed to be fucked on her boyfriends thigh and choked hm? yeah? you need to cum baby?”

“please, please.”

“good girl, come for me.” he squeezed harder and you came undone.

you looked so pretty when you came . the way your back arched and you moaned his name. the way your head and your hands gripped his shoulders. rodrick could watch you like this forever.

“fuck m cumming too-“ he groaned and bucked his hips.

you sighed and laid on him as he stroked your hair, and planted soft kisses to your head.

“I love you y/n.” He said. And he really meant it. His eyes shone with adoration.

“I love you too Rodrick. Forever and ever.” You smiled softly basking in the afterglow.

“love the way you moan my name and whine as I choke you too-“ he grinned.

“rodrickkkk” you laughed and tackled him.

#rodrick x reader #rodrick smut #thigh humping #choking #rodrick fanfic #rodrick rules #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick imagines #rodrick x y/n #rodrick heffley

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fourmoony · 7 days

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

james potter x f!reader, modern college au, 1.3k

cw: smoking, past rejection, implied self-esteem issues

summary: reader isn't as subtle as she thinks about her crush on jamie

James is propped up against the hood of his car when you pull into the space next to his. He's talking to Sirius and Remus, who stand a few paces in front of James, both smoking a cigarette. Technically, they're not supposed to smoke on campus, but you doubt anyone would be stupid enough to mention that to Sirius Black and his infamously smart-mouthed boyfriend.

James turns his gaze to you as your engine cuts out, keys jangling in your hand and he lifts his hand in a wave. You wave back, half focussed on collecting the multitude of things on your passenger seat and stuffing them into your bag. The carrier bag in your footwell snags your attention, heart stammering a little with the reminder of what lies inside. It's cool. In your opinion, a very cool poster. One you know James has been looking for, for months. His favourite band.

But there's a voice in the back of your head, one born of being fourteen and asking a crush out, only to be told you'd gotten the wrong idea. A voice born of years of being lusted after, but not wanted. It's a voice that tells you James might assume you got this poster because you fancy him and find it weird.

And, sure. You might have went to the lengths of scrolling the internet for hours and paying extra for express shipping because you couldn't wait to see his smile when he unveiled it, to watch his eyes crinkle at the corners with excitement. There's something so overwhelmingly pretty and soft about James Potter. You've been living with that heavy admittance in your chest all semester and next week, your final term of sharing classes with James will end and you want him to remember you. You want to be able to say you tried.

But you don't want him to know all of that.

With a glance, you look back to James. He's waiting patiently for you, still talking to Sirius and Remus. The bag crinkles when you pick it up, the anxiety prickling over your skin like a heat rash. His friends offer you kind smiles when you exit the car, bag slung over your shoulder and the framed poster in hand. "Your engine doesn't sound great, love. You checked your oil recently?" Sirius asks, foregoing a proper greeting.

James laughs at the same time Remus rolls his eyes, akin to a love sick fool even when he's pretending not to be. "Ignore him," Remus drawls, flicking his cigarette to the ground, "He's decided he's going to be a mechanic."

In the year you've known Sirius Black, he's decided he's going to be an artist, then the lead singer of a band, then a lawyer, then a pilot, and now, he's going to be a mechanic. You hope, one day, that one might stick. Though, you've seen how much he loves his motorbike and would put money on the mechanic idea sticking around for a while longer than the time he wanted to buy a zoo.

"Oh, right. You can have a look if you like, but Jamie filled the oil last week." You tell Sirius, who scowls at his best friend.

James smiles kindly when you settle beside him against his car, leaning over to bump your shoulder with his bicep. His height difference is nothing, compared to Remus, but you still have to look up to meet his kind eyes. "Hi." He says.

"Hey."

Sirius scoffs, "Hi."

James pointedly ignores him, "What's in the bag?"

Your eyes nervously flick to Sirius and Remus, the former becoming incredibly interested in what's in the bag as well. Remus must sense your hesitation, because he grabs his boyfriend by the wrist and turns to walk away. "See you later, Prongs. Bye, love."

Sirius can be heard causing a scene even when Remus has dragged him half way across the student parking area. You smile after them fondly.

"You gonna make me guess?" James asks, pushing off of his car to stand and face you.

You have to crane your neck even worse to meet his eyes at this angle, but it's worth it. They're so light in the morning sun they look crystallised. He looks amused, lips twitching as he looks down at you. Heat prickles over your skin as he assesses you. "What's in the bag?"

You hand it to him, wordlessly, and nod for him to look inside. He pulls the frame, turning it until he can see the poster inside. His brows furrow, then lift, his lips parting in surprise. Genuine joy passes through his eyes and you wonder how someone can be so readable, so expressive. His beauty astounds you.

James looks at you, mouth opening and closing like he can't find the words.

"It's for you," You offer, rather dumbly, "Obviously."

James laughs a little breathless, the sound sending your heart slamming into your rib cage. "Where on earth?" He asks, bewildered.

"It's a secret. But I know how long you've wanted one, so I had it framed for safe keeping."

"Thank you," James slides the frame back into the bag, sets it to lean against the front of his car. "Seriously, thank you."

You shrug, hoping it's somewhat believable. "No big deal."

James rolls his eyes at your nonchalance. "Can I hug you? Is that too much? I feel like I should hug you."

You laugh, the feeling of anxiety lifting as James reaches forward to wrap his arms around you. He's warm and soft and smells like cologne and freshly washed clothes. His arms squeeze you tight, his nose buried in your hair where he's hunched over.

"Let me take you to dinner or something, as a thank you." James says as he pulls away, unlocking his car to place the frame safely in the passenger footwell.

"Really, James, you don't have to do that. It's just a poster." You wave him off, pushing off of the car and collecting your bag.

James follows as you walk, shoulder to bicep, skin brushing and your heart in your mouth from the contact alone. "I'm taking you to dinner. Not because I have to, but because I want to."

You find yourself fighting a smile, "Well if you want to." Your voice is teasing an it makes James smile.

"I do. It's a date." James tells you, like it's nothing.

You've halted in the doorway he's holding open for you, head tilting to look into his face. To be sure. To make sure he's not kidding, to make sure he doesn't mean a 'friend date'. He smiles, knowingly.

"You're not subtle, you know," He ushers you through the door, eager to make it to your class on time, "That poster is not easy to find, nor is it cheap."

"It's what friends do." You protest, cheeks warm and palms sweaty.

You brace for rejection, for a joke, for the 'I just don't see you that way'. But James rolls his eyes, reaching around you for the door to the classroom, "Friend's don't go on dates."

"We haven't been on a date." You laugh, incredulously, leading James to your usual seats.

It's a nice feeling, a warm feeling, to feel suddenly safe within your conversation. To feel the normal level of comfort you do with James, even when putting yourself out there. James frowns, "We've been on multiple dates. The library, the cafeteria, the coffee shop just off campus. We even went to that Ethics seminar that one time!"

It takes looking at him to realise he's kidding, the corners of his lips twitching up until he can't fight it anymore. It should be unsettling, for him to make a joke of it. But as he sits, his hand brushes over your shoulder, a gentle touch that sets your skin on fire. "I'm kidding, when I take you out for real, there'll be no confusion on whether or not it's a date."

His breath fans over your ear, warm and his voice thick and you think you might pass out, saved only by the entrance of your professor. James settles in, sends you a wink that has you more flustered than it should.

"Noted." You whisper, though you don't imagine James has heard you.

#marauders #james potter #james potter fic #james potter imagine #james potter oneshot #james potter x reader #james potter x f!reader #james potter fluff #james potter angst #marauders era #marauders fic #marauders imagine #sirius black #remus lupin #fourmoony #angst #love #fluff #smut

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hornedqueenofhell · 9 months

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Steddie Sick fic pt. 3

Pt 2

When they make it to the parking lot Steve is clearly having a time freeing himself from octopus Eddie who has decided to latch onto Steve with a single-minded determination. Gareth wishes he had a camera.

He can’t see what Harrington does to make Eddie let go but whatever it was was very effective as Eddie finally releases his grip and allows Steve to lay him down in the backseat. Dustin hands his keys back and accepts a hug from Steve before the freshman trots back over to them as Jonathan pulls into the parking lot. The boys wave to each other and then Steve is gone, taking Eddie with him.

“You think he’ll be okay?” Grant asks worriedly, they did just hand Eddie the Freak Munson, weak as a kitten, off to King Steve. The enormity of what just happened starts to hit them all and they start to panic.

“Oh fuck, oh god what if he kills him?”

“He wouldn’t do that right? The kids wouldn’t have called him if he would, right?!”

A sharp whistle cuts them off and they all turn to Lucas who pulls his fingers from his mouth, he gives them all a disappointed look, his hands settling on his hips like a small, angry soccer mom. “Steve is getting certified as an EMT. He’ll keep Eddie safe.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” Gareth explodes, he was ready to tear his hair out worried about his friend.

“Steve doesn’t know that we know.” Mike says as he hands Dustin his backpack, Will is already off to go talk to his brother.

“Huh?” The band collectively replies.

“He’s scared he’ll fail. Doesn’t want to tell anyone until he’s sworn in, like there’s any chance he won’t be top of his class. He doesn’t know that we all know already, we’re planning a big party for him once he graduates. Of course Dustin has all the subtlety of a brick to the face so how Steve hasn’t figured out that he knows yet is the real surprise.” Lucas explains, giving Dustin some major side eye.

“Hey!”

Well that was kinda reassuring, didn’t people who did medical stuff have to take a vow to not hurt people or something like that?

“What’s going to happen when Eddie wakes up?” Oh boy.

~O~

Munson was scary light as Steve got him through the front door and onto the couch. He’d mumbled a few things into Steve’s neck when he got jostled as Steve kicked the front door closed behind them but settled down again shortly after.

“What was that?” He asked as he pushed Munson’s sweaty hair off his forehead.

“Had… dream…like this.” He mumbles and yeah Steve needs to get his fever down. He walks into the kitchen and finds a frozen bag of peas he used to use for sports injuries and after wrapping it up with a towel from the stove he plops the bag on Munson's face.

"Blindfolding me 'lready, sssso bold."

“You really never shut up do you?” He rests one arm on the couch arm, chin propped on the other with a slight smirk. He leans over Eddie and watches as the older boy drags the bag of peas to his chest to hold against his overheated core and blinks up at him with foggy, wet bambi eyes.

“C’n think… a feww ‘ays.” Munson tries to give him a flirty look back but his fever makes him uncoordinated so it looks more like his face just scrunches up uncomfortably. It makes Steve chuckle softly and Eddie lights up in response.

“Pretty… pretty boy.” He tries to reach up but Steve catches his hand and gently places it back on the pea ice pack. Munson was smart, pressing his wrists against it to help cool him down.

“I know I’m gorgeous Munson but let’s get you feeling better before you try to kiss me okay?”

“Promise?” Well, Steve feels like he should be surprised but considering Eddie has been basically spilling his sexuality in his fevered state, he’s just going to wait it out and see if Eddie remembers any of this later. And if he doesn’t then he will keep the older boy’s secret.

“We can talk about it when your fever breaks. Do you think you could keep some food down for me or would you rather take some Nyquil and sleep?”

Eddie looks queasy at just the mention of food so it’s not a surprise when he asks for sleep. Steve stands and goes to dig through his medicine cabinet, he knows he stocked up when Dustin had a cold from all the stress after Starcourt. After filling up the little cup with the medicine he fills another glass with some gatorade mixed with ice for him to wash it down.

Eddie’s breathing is still a little shallow when he returns, but hopefully the medicine will help with the fever breaking. He is able to haul Eddie up enough to get him to drink the medicine but struggles with getting him to sip the juice. Eventually Eddie places his hand over Steve’s to steady him so he’s not feeling waterboarded.

“Spose it’ss too late t’ ask, you di’n’t poison me right?”

Steve sets the glass aside since it seems like Eddie is done drinking. “No Munson, I’m not that jealous of you stealing my kids yet.”

“Nooo, not jel’uss. Kids luv you.” His slurring started to get worse as the meds kicked in.

“We can debate that in the morning, for now let’s get you in a bed.” He takes the melty bag of peas and sets them aside before scooping Eddie up again. Getting up the stairs leaves Steve huffing a bit, Eddie is light but he isn’t weightless. He says as such and gets a bite to the shoulder for his trouble.

“...u callin’ me fat?” He pouts and weakly tries to squirm away.

“No Eddie you’re the prettiest princess at the ball I assure you. I will search the whole kingdom to find out who could ever fit into your scuffed up Docs.” Steve snorts but Eddie looks pleased as punch at Steve’s proclamation.

“Damn straight.” Eddie sighs tiredly, his head lolling against Steve’s shoulder. “Don’ wanna wake up.”

“Wake up from what Eddie?” He asks as he lays Eddie in the guest bed, he kneels down to tug off Eddie’s boots and set them aside. Talking to Eddie is like conversing with a sleep talker at this point.

“Dream, you bein’ niccce.”

“What would you like me to say in this dream of yours then? Before you wake up.” He asks, looking up at Eddie from where he’s kneeling in front or the other, hands gripping his shins to keep his balance. He’s not expecting Eddie to reach out and touch his cheek with icy fingers.

“Ssssuch a crussh on you…school.”

Steve’s cheeks explode with color at that admission and he quickly stands up to lay Eddie down and tuck him in. Eddie is out as soon as he hits the pillow. Steve runs a hand through his hair and sighs as he watches Eddie Munson curl around his pillow in his sleep and let out a loud snore.

Shaking his head he leaves the door cracked open and heads back downstairs to clean up and watch some tv before bed.

Pt 4

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #gareth emerson #jeff stranger things #stranger things unnamed freak #corroded coffin #sickfic #emt!steve #steddiefic chronicles

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Sing for me

Lo’ak x Avatar fem reader (all characters are aged up)

Warnings: heavy smut, cursing, pinning, neck grabbing, praise kink, breading kink, daddy kink, p in v, slight oral, multiple orgasms, creampie.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

You and lo’ak were sitting in your room, listening to your playlist from back home. Unlike the other sully children, Lo’ak was very intrigued by earth music. He always wanted to know more about it. So every Friday night, he would come by and listen to some of your favorite playlists, until you two would fall asleep.

“Damn, what’s this song?” He asked, sprawled across your bed in a starfish position as the song beamed through the room.

“sky by playboy Carti.” You started, scrolling through your phone as you nodded your head to the beat. You glanced up, watching Lo’ak’s tail tap the plush bed in excitement.

“You must like this one.” You chuckled, placing your phone on the table, and sitting back in your desk chair.

“Hell yeah! Shit is niceeee!” He smiled, also nodding his head to the music. He glanced over to the led light remote.

“What color are we thinking, mama?” He asked taking the remote in his large hand, pointing it to the ceiling. “Uhhh, what about purple?” You asked, spinning your self around in the chair.

“You read my mind, baby.” He chuckled, changing the color to purple, before placing the remote to his side. He turned his head to you, taking in your gorgeous body under the dim lighting. He licked his lips, eyeing you up and down.

“Y/n…” he spoke lowly, grabbing your attention instantly. You locked eyes with him, knowing what that look meant. “Yessss?” You trailed, tilting your head with an all-knowing smile plastered across your face.

“why are you so far away? Comere.” He smiled, signaling you to come and take a seat on his lap. you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone before walking over to him. You climbed over him slowly, before taking your place on his lap.

He watched your every move with lustful eyes, biting his lip once your pelvises met. “Hey mama…” he smiled, running his hands up and down your waist and back. “Hey, lo’ak.” You said sensually, running your dainty hands down his chest, all the way to his flexed abs. He trailed his hands all the way down to your phone that was sticking out of your loincloth band.

“What are you doing, skxawng!” You asked in an irritated tone. He snatched the phone, holding it all the way back so you wouldn’t be able to get it. You bent down, reaching as far as you could, but there was no use.

“Haha! Finally! You never let me see this damn thing!” He laughed, holding your hands down as he fiddled with the contraption. “I-I can’t believe that you tricked me, IDIOT!” You shouted, trying to pull your wrists out of his tight grasp.

“Leeetsss seee, what kind of songs do you have in here?” He asked sarcastically, scrolling through your playlists. He came across one in particular that made his eyes widen.

“Ohhh wow…who would’ve thought that YOU would have a…” he started, glancing at you briefly. You already knew what he was going to say, and you were mentally preparing for the embarrassment “Sex playlist?” He asked with a dark grin.

“Well, let’s see how sexy it really is, shall we?” He asked sarcastically, chuckling at your attempts to get out of his grasp.

“No lo’ak! Don’t, please!” You whined, shaking your head frantically. “Please what?” He asked, eyeing you up and down briefly before scrolling through the songs.

“You’re so fucking ANNOYING!” You shouted, still trying to get out of his tight grasp. “Ohhhhh what’s…feel it?” He asked with a grin, tilting his head as he awaited an answer.

“I-it’s a song, skxawng.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. He raised an eyebrow, before swiftly flipping you over, now in between your legs.

“You’re so fucking smart, aren’t you?” He said sarcastically, letting your hands go to grab your neck harshly, knocking the wind out of you.

“I know it’s a fucking song. What’s it about?” He growled, Pulling you up to his face by your neck. “What playlist did you find it in?” You challenged, tilting your head. He chuckled at your witty remark, pushing you back down by your neck.

“You’ve got about 5 seconds to tell me, or I’ll just listen for myself.” He laughed, holding the phone in your face to tease you.

“Something tells me you’re going to do it anyway. So play it.” You smirked up at him, essentially calling his bluff. No way he was going to actually play it. He smiled, nodding his head at you before pressing play on the screen. Your eyes widened when the opening music came on.

“You told me to play it, mama.” He glared down at you, tossing the phone to the side.

I’m I’m i’m… I’m gon’ make you feel it. (x2)

The opening lyrics rang through the dimly lit room, setting a different vibe. A darker vibe.

You were visibly embarrassed, trying your best to avoid eye contact with the Navi hovering over you. Seeing as you couldn’t get out of his harsh hold on your neck, you covered your face with your shaking hands.

I’m gon make you feel it (x3)

“Nah, don’t get shy on me now.” He licked his lips, gently removing your hands from your face.

“I thought this was what you wanted? You’ve got an entire playlist dedicated to it, no?” He asked, slowly running his hands down your stomach, hooking his hand behind the band of your loincloth. You breathing hitched, watching his hand intently.

Tell me why you wanna be bad? (Bad)

Tell me why you wanna be bad, babe? (Bad, babe)

Sweatin’ while you callin’ me daddy (daddy)

Givin you the best you’ve ever had, babe (had babe)

Make me feel like you ain’t never had it. (Had it)

“They’re just songs, lo’ak!” You shouted in an irritated tone. He chuckled, pulling you closer to him by your loincloth band, before untying it.

Stretching you out

like you are elastic.(elastic)

Turn around, Poke it out

so I can grab it (grab it)

“Yeah right, turn around.” He spat, twirling his finger to mimic his command. You rolled your eyes, turning around for him. You laid flat, knowing that it would make him angry.

“You know how I want it, stop playing around!” He growled, holding the back of your neck tightly. You hissed, lifting your hips to meet his throbbing cock, covered by his loincloth.

Flip that ass over

like we in gymnastics

(gymnastics).

You nasty (ahh)

“Mhmm, just like that mama.” He spoke lowly, slapping your ass gently before ripping his loincloth off. You felt his tip graze against your clit before meeting his stomach. He grabbed his cock, jerking it in the direction of your dripping core.

“You feel that?” He smirked, rubbing his tip in between your folds, slightly pushing it in and out of your entrance. You bit your lip, turning around to face him.

“Mhmm, give it to me! I hate when you tease!” You moaned, arching your back, pushing your core against his throbbing cock.

“Ha! You want me that bad huh?” He chuckled, plunging his cock into you at an agonizingly slow pace. He placed his fists on either side of your head, thrusting into you hard and deep. You held on to his wrists, using it as leverage to meet his thrusts halfway. All that could be heard was skin clapping, moans, and the song in the background.

“Daddyyyy!” You whined, feeling him smash your sweetspot with every firm thrust.

“What’s wrong, mama? Talk to me!” He groaned, bending down to leave a trail of kisses down your spine.

“Y-your soooo-“ you moaned, before being silenced by a hard thrust. You squealed in pleasure, throwing your face into the mattress beneath you.

Ah, ah, baby, tell me that

you want it deeper

I don’t ever wanna come out.

“I’m so what? So deep?” He asked in a low voice, rolling his hips into your swollen sweetspot. Your soft moans were caught in your throat, and all you could do was nod with muffled whimpers escaping your mouth.

“No, don’t hold it in mama. I wanna hear you sing for me!” He growled, speeding up the pace. He slowly bent down, still rutting into you like an animal. He licked your ear before nibbling on the lobe.

“What’s my name? Whose balls deep in this tight little pussy? Huh?” He moaned, pulling your head up from the mattress.

“You a-areee!” You whined, knowing that wouldn’t be enough for him. He shook his head, sitting up. He held you up by the folds of your arms, thrusting into you nice and slow.

“Why do you love pissing me off, mama? Don’t you know I’ll break your little ass in half?” He growled through gritted teeth, gripping your arms tighter as he hit your sensitive sweetspot with every thrust. Your legs started to grow weak, trembling underneath you.

Put you in a coma,

Yeah a sleeper.

I know that your body’s

Been in drowse (so, girl)…

“Ok ok ok! Please-“ you shouted, trying to keep yourself up, but the pleasure was consuming you, bringing you closer and closer to your breaking point.

“Tell me what I wanna hear first, and then I might let up!” He let out a dark chuckle, holding your dainty wrists in one of his large hands, using the other one to abuse the plush skin of your ass.

“Say my name! Now!” He growled, spanking your ass with every word he spewed. “LO’AK! ITS ALL YOURS BABY!” You screamed, followed by your sweet moans. It’s was music to his ears.

“Ohhh mama! You know I love it when you sing for me!” Lo’ak smiled, watching your ass smack against his pelvis with such force.

“Baaabyyy!” You whined as your body started to shake lightly, signaling that your orgasm was approaching.

“I know, I know. You gonna cum for me? Huh? Come on, mama! I know you want to.” He chuckled, angling his hips to jam straight into your overstimulated sweetspot.

I’m gon’ make you feel it

“I know you feel me, right? You feel this huge cock sliding in and out of this pretty little pussy? fucking you just right?” He whispered into your ear. God, did he know how to get you to your breaking point. He knew exactly what to say, when to say it, how to say it. Fuck he was just…perfect at making you feel good.

“Oh my God! Lo’ak I’m fucking cumming!” You cried, walls fluttering around his cock. He looked down, watching your cream coat his cock with every thrust.

“I know, mama! Let that shit out!” He grunted, thrusting into you slowly, letting you ride out your intense orgasm. He pulled out, bending down to French kiss your cunt, licking all the way up to your ass, planting a sloppy kiss on it.

“Do me a favor, baby?” He asked breathily. “y-yes daddy?” You asked out of breath, still trying to calm down from your orgasm. He hovered over your overstimulated body, bending down to your ear.

“Come ride this dick. I need you, mama.” He whispered, grabbing his cock with one hand, as the other one held him up. He slapped it on your ass repeatedly, groaning in your ear.

“I’m still hard for you. Help me, ok?” He whispered, kissing your cheek before rolling over to his back. You crawled on top of him lazily, using his chest to position yourself correctly. You slid down onto him slowly, moaning the whole way.

Tell me why you wanna be bad (bad)

Tell me why you wanna be bad babe (bad babe)

With the shots [pow, pow] you bust off like an uzi.

Think I’m gonna need another mag babe (mag babe)

Back that ass up on me like I’m juvie (juvie)

Bout nothing but action in this movie (movie)

He grabbed your wrists, keeping your hands flush to his chest. You stayed still, adjusting to his size in this position. He felt so much bigger, thicker. Filling you up just right, and fuck did it feel good.

“Come on mama, I got you. Just go slow.” He reassured you, pumping in and out of you gently.

You bit your lip nervously, slowly moving up and down on his cock as he held your hands in place. He bit his bottom lip in satisfaction, watching you speed up slightly when you were comfortable.

“Mmm give it to me, baby. Just like that!” He grunted, voice rippling from every harsh bounce to his lap.

“It’s goin’ down, turn around

Lemme feel yo booty.

I’m a private and your parts are my

Duty. Girl, give it to me…

“S-Sooo good, daddy!” You moaned, throwing your head back in bliss. You sped up the pace, bouncing on him harder than ever before. His tip hit your sweetspot everytime, opening up your flood gates. Juices flowing down the side of his hips with every bounce.

“Fuuuuckk girl! You’re so fucking wet. gonna make me cum. Is that what you want? Want me to paint your walls, huh?” He moaned, watching your face ball up in pleasure.

Ah, ah baby, you remind me

of my Jeep-er, the way your

bodies bouncing up and down.

Feels like a tsunami Or Katrina,

I swear I am deep enough to

drown Oh, girl…

“Yessss, please give it to me!” You whimpered, keeping your focus on the rhythm in which you bounced on his lap. He threw his head back, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure.

“Fuck *thrust* fuck *thrust* fuuuck *thrust*” he grunted, feeling his high approaching quickly. His cock twitched inside of you repeatedly, making you gasp loudly.

I’m gon’ make you feel it

“Comere.” He commanded, placing his hand on the back of your neck to bring you down to his lips. Your lips crashed into his, moving in sync as the song rang through the room. He grabbed your hips as leverage to thrust up into you. You both moaned into the kiss, before you pulled away, placing your forehead on his as you stared deep into his lustful eyes.

“I-I’m gonna cum, daddy!” You whimpered, shaking your head from side to side from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Mhmm, keep looking at me like that. Wanna see you cum on this dick again.” He chuckled, staring into your exhausted eyes. He thrusted into you harder, deeper. Knocking the wind out of you with every stroke. You started to tremble on-top of him, whimpering and moaning as you met his thrusts half way.

“Cumming! cumming! cumming!” You chanted, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he watched you. Your walls trying so desperately to milk him for everything he has.

“Fuuuuck, mama!” He moaned, watching you rock back and forth on him to ride out your high. He was about to lose it, but he couldn’t yet. Not without seeing his favorite view.

“Baby, turn around. I wanna see this!” He bit his lip, gripping your ass hard. You smirked, lifting up to turn around on him. You held onto his knees, lowering yourself down onto his cock. You earned a guttural moan from him, as you squeezed his shaft the whole way down.

Till the end of time,

I fuck with you forever

Lil friend of mine.

Let’s bring this shit together

Make you feel it in yo belly.

You used his knees to bounce on him hard, and fast. He watched in awe, the way your ass met his lap with every bounce, it was amazing for him.

“Ohhh baby, don’t *thrust* fucking *thrust* stop!*thrust*” he grunted through gritted teeth, trying his best to hold on as long as possible. On the other hand, You were a mess; moaning and whimpering his name, working on your third orgasm of the night.

I can’t sing this shit

No better. Imma hit it

Like the pedal, won’t

You make it last forever.

He grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back as he used the strength of his legs to thrust up into you again. Although he tried, he couldn’t help the feeling of always wanting to be dominant. No matter how good you were making him feel, he always had to make you feel better.

Hit you from the back

I know that imma make

You feel it. (Damn right too)

“Mmm right there, right there!” You screamed, hanging your head low. He poked around inside you, trying to find that spot that makes you scream bloody murder every time.

“Where, mama? Right…” he started, sending you one hard thrust. “Here?” He growled. You screamed to the top of your lungs, convulsing in his arms as your juices flowed with every thrust after that one.

Hit you from the back

I know that imma make

You feel it.

“YES THATS IT! RIGHT THERE DADDY!” You screamed, grinding into him to ride out your third orgasm. He shifted both of your arms into one of his hands, using the free one to smack your ass again.

“So fucking wet, mama! You ready for me to breed you? Make you mine?” He asked, reaching his hand up your waist, all the way to the bottom of your top. He slid his hand in, fondling your breast, and rubbing light circles around your nipple.

“I w-want it ngh! Sooo bad!” You whined, scrunching your eyebrows together as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Shit, baaaabyyy!” He moaned. His legs started shaking underneath you, and before you knew it, you felt his warm seed shooting deep inside of you. You hummed in pleasure, rocking back and forth on him to work his seed deep inside of your womb.

I’m gon’ make you feel it.

Hit you from the back, I’m

gon’ make you feel it.

I know that I’m gon’

Make you feel it.

“Mhmm, you got any more songs I can fuck you to?” He chuckled, licking his lips. You lifted off of him, and he watched his cum drip out, running down his cock, all the way to his pelvis.

“Shit, we have to do this more often.” He spoke lowly, as you turned around on him, straddling his lap again. “I have a whole playlist dedicated to this, remember?” You replied innocently, lifting up to slide down onto him again. “We can do this all night, daddy.” He chuckled, eyeing you up and down.

He grabbed your neck, pulling you down to his face. He pecked your lips, reaching for your phone, placing it in your dainty hands before speaking:

“I guess it’s your turn then, isn’t it?”

Better than neteyam’s (idc idc idc) anyways, I haven’t written anything in a while lol, I’m sorry😭. I love y’all though, periodd!🫶🏽

Outtie ❤️🖖🏾,

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ghouljams · 2 months

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same hozier anon from earlier!

i was rereading your viking au and couldn't stop thinking about soap and butchered tongue!? specifically:

so far from home have a stranger call you "darling" and have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand

of course, hozier is specifically discussing the treatment of indigenous peoples and the wexford rebellion of 1978. but it got me thinking, what was soap's transition into viking life like? what is it like to speak a different language with reader when it's something shared just between them? the first time reader calls soap a term of endearment in his own mother tongue?

imo, andrew made unreal unearth with the intent of forcing us through every circle of hell and then just keeping through it all on a loop. and i thank him for it (what does that say about me).

Viking!Soap and Butchered Tongue is such a winning combination. I absolutely adore that song, it makes me tear up each time I listen to it. We'll get to Soap's backstory, his trauma, in the official story line, but for now yeah I can talk about his transition to viking life.

Strange men speaking in strange tongues, their clothing so different from his own, but their rough hands are the same, the sadness in their eyes is the same. It's human, it's familiar in a way that stings more than the cuts along Soap's face. They don't understand him when he speaks, looking between themselves, talking in quiet tones. The language they speak is rough, like hearing his own sounds jumbled back to him, but Soap's always been quick. Certain words repeat themselves, certain sounds repeated between men questioningly. He can make assumptions.

He tugs the cloak one of them men gave him tighter around his shoulders. He doesn't want to seem weak in front of them, not when they're so clearly attempting to decide what to do with him. A different man pushes the conversation apart with his mere presence, leveling Soap with an icy stare. When he opens his mouth the words that come out are rough and mispronounced, but familiar.

"You want work?"

Soap nods quickly. Work, sure. He's strong, he's smart, he'd do anything to get away from the smell of death that carried him here, he can work. Even if it's hard, even if he hates it, he can work. Anything to get off this godforsaken rock.

What he thought would take months takes mere weeks. Weeks of living with the men that call themselves vikings to pick up enough of their language to converse. "Soap" they call him.

"Because ya needed a bath," Ghost grumbles over dinner one night. Soap laughs, not because it's particularly funny, but because he understands him. It's rueful, almost despairing. He understands him. No one will ever hear the words of the Mactavishes again.

Working helps him adjust. There are things to do to keep his mind off of everything, he learns the words for ship parts before he learns colors. He knows how to count money before he learns how to introduce himself. He knows Price before he learns the word for Captain, learns not to apologize for that. He watches the sun fall, watches it rise again. He teaches Gaz a few words, stops when it makes the ache in his chest grow too big and unavoidable. They get back to his new home and he's given a share of the profits, more money than he's seen in his life. He's given a bed in the long house, warm food, new clothes, he's given a sturdy iron band to wear around his arm, if he wants.

He learns the language, the culture. He adjusts. He translates the next time they're across the sea, trading with people he no longer feels familiar to. A viking wearing his tartan over his shoulders, speaking a familiar tongue, he feels like a stranger in his homeland. He leans against Ghost by the fire, toys with the iron band around his wrist. Strangers to every land but the one that took them in.

He misses his ma.

He doesn't mention it.

He meets you like a ghost of his past. He watches your village burn and sees his own in the smoke. He hauls you off kicking and screaming, in a familiar, painful, tongue. You sound like his memories of home. You sound like the place he's never been able to forget. You mean everything to him, and you hate him.

You won't speak to him, not the way he wants you to, and it's like losing his home all over again.

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chiiyuuvv · 1 month

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&team when you pass your exam!

can be bff or bf!&team x fem!reader 0.7k words requested!

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

Despite kei being the oldest, I think his response to you acing your exam would be more energetic than the rest. He’d be sitting on the couch, all calm and collected while watching tv or scrolling through his phone, when you pop into the room and announce the news. He would go, “what.. What?.. WHAT??” with each time getting louder and louder until he starts bouncing off the walls.. literally. He kind of reminds me of High School Musical’s “What Time Is It?”, in the beginning when the clock finally ticks summer time and Chad gets so excited that he jumps up and kisses the teacher's cheek. I feel like kei would do that, but more dramatic.

Fuma would turn so soft and fussy when you tell him the news. It’s just like some button turned on and now he’s all touchy and lovely. “I knew you could do it,” he’d say in a soft whisper while stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb, giving you all sorts of affirmations because he knew how stressed out you were. Then he’d look into your eyes with this very sweet gaze, before slowly connecting your lips for a kiss.

You don’t even have the opportunity to finish your sentence because nicholas is grabbing your wrist and dragging you to some karaoke. He just wants you to let loose and scream your heart out. Doesn’t care if your voice cracks because he will happily join you, butchering the song lyrics and almost choking on his spit but who cares?? You’re having fun!!

Oh, did someone say spa day? As soon as euijoo hears the news, you are immediately swept off your feet and sat in your comfiest chair, being fed your favorite fruits and/or drinks. No matter what you say, euijoo ensures that you’ll never ever lay your fingertips on anything else because he will do anything for you. You want to watch some television? He’s already grabbing the remote and turning on your favorite show. Your muscles feel tense? He’s grabbing your favorite scented lotion so he can massage your poor body. He’s your personal maid for the rest of the week.. And there's nothing you can do about it :p

I feel like yuma would do your skincare routine, but with those silly face masks and random, colorful rubber bands in your hair. Has fun taking photos of you but almost panics when you want to do the same thing to him. Just a few moments later, you turned him into your favorite baby girl. Two big, pink pigtails with a little tiara to set it off. But wait, where’s his tutu??

Jo already knew you’d pass your exam (because you’re so smart ^^) so to celebrate, he would stay home and spend the day with you. Honestly, he doesn’t want to do much activity because he wants you to wind down and relax, but he’d happily join you on your adventures if you have the energy!! Lays down on your bed as he engulfs you in his arms, pressing a kiss on your forehead because he’s just so proud of you, his little star :((

The day you pass your exam so happens to be a wonderful day outside :D Harua decides to take you out for a lovely walk around the park accompanied with some refreshing ice cream because he knows how much you love the combo. Well.. until you accidentally drop your ice cream cone. Stiffles back a laugh because he knows you’d whack him with no hesitation, and offers you his ice cream because he’s on a diet anyway :/ After you’re done with your frozen treat, he’d take you to the swings and push you hard enough, you’d be convinced you could fly!

Because taki doesn’t like seeing you happy (it’s his love language okay?), he’d be sarcastic. ��Oh really? Who did you cheat off of?” He’d say, but his grin would ruin his facade. Opens you with welcomed arms, “good job, I’m so proud of you,” he’d say as he’d hold you tight, kissing your forehead.

I think maki’s would turn into a shouting rant. Does that make sense? It’s not like an argument in any way, you’d see your results and start shouting to maki with excitement, and he’d return the energy by shouting back. It’s like two besties, is what I'm trying to say. “MAKI, I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!” / “YOU GOT A WHAT??” / “I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!” / “YOU GOT AN A ON THE TEST??” / “I GOT AN A ON THE TEST!!!” and then you’d hold hands as you jump around in place with beaming eyes.

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luveline · 2 years

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is shy fri for all the characters you write for? if so, what about a shy!reader x sirius where the reader tries to build up the courage to ask him out & it's an adorable attempt?

im sorry this isn't quite what you asked for but i hope you like it anyhow! ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1.2k words

Sirius Black is very, very pretty.

If that were the only good thing about him you'd never want to ask him out. There's so much that you see in him, and whether you're delusional or not – and you don't think you are – you want to take the chance. Really, you want his attention and his affection, and you're willing to ask for it.

Even now he's looking at you with what you've chosen to see as fondness rather than pity.

"Hey, sweet thing," he greets with a wink.

You look at him and his friends sitting at the table behind him and feel your small amount of determination dwindle into almost nothing.

"Sirius," you breathe, able to hold his eye for all of three seconds before you avert your gaze to his chest. His brown leather jacket lays ruggedly over a slouched, defined chest. You drop your gaze to the floor, heart racing.

"Is everything okay?" he asks quietly. You know it's for your benefit.

"I wanted to talk to you," you begin.

"Well, let's talk." He stands up tall and sends his friends a small wave, barely a shake of his hand.

Down the hall of the University canteen and into the quiet space behind. The ceiling is so tall you have to crane your neck to see the glass skylights above but it feels like it's caving in as Sirius shepherds you to an empty table, hand on your shoulder.

It's both easier and harder to be with him alone. Easier now that his friends aren't here to witness what will likely be a stinging rejection. Harder, because Sirius has a commanding smile; when he grins like this all lopsided and affectionate it's impossible not to look at him.

Your heart thud thud thuds.

"Is it about Freeman's essay?" he asks. "I haven't done it yet, but we could work on it together."

You swallow. "Thank you."

"Sure."

He leans over the table and inclines his head, looking at you through a thicket of dark lashes. They look soft.

"I… I…" You press your lips together and try to calm the swift rise and fall of your chest.

Be brave. You summon up all the advice you can remember from the magazines. Ask them somewhere they'll enjoy. Be confident. "There's a show," you say, sounding unsure.

Sirius waits patiently for you to continue.

"In the Point House. You know, in the city?"

"Yeah, I know. What show is it?"

"It's to see this band, called The Dwellers. I think they're local, they have like, an album. I think you'd like them."

"Oh yeah?" He starts to mess around in his pockets until he pulls out his phone. You watch him write a text and send it. Your phone pings.

You pull it out and flip it open. Sirius has sent you an sms that says 'dwellers'.

"So I remember," he explains.

You try to smile. Why is asking him out so hard?

Because he's ridiculously handsome and he's smart when he works for it, and he never makes you feel stupid, hasn't once talked down at you since the day he met you no matter how quiet you've been. Because he touches your shoulders and plays with your hair in the lecture hall when he thinks you're not paying attention, and he offers you half of his sandwich every Monday when you're waiting between lectures despite having never said yes.

"Something is eating a hole through you," he says fondly. He reaches over the table to tug at the bracelet around your wrist, pulling your hand toward him.

"It's nothing."

"I don't think so." His finger slides under the bracelets links and his fingernail scratches over your skin lightly. He pushes his finger flat to your pulse and smiles, perturbed. "Your heart's a riot."

He looks up. You realise he's sussed you out, not just your nervousness but the reason behind it.

"This show, are we going?" he asks.

"Uh. Do you want to?"

"If you're asking me."

"I'm- I'm trying to," you say urgently.

"I know, sweetheart."

You think maybe a guy like Sirius isn't used to being asked out. There's a terrible eagerness to it as he waits.

"Do you want to go to the show with me?" you ask him.

"Yeah, let's go. When is it?"

Your laugh evidences every tiny bit of pleasure, and you're practically giddy as you say, "Next Friday."

"Next? I can't wait that long."

"For what?" you ask.

His hand closes around your wrist and he sits up as much as he can, leaning over the table. You respond in turn, leaning up, shocked and excited and hardly breathing as his face nears your own. He waits, a split second of his hot breath fanning over your lips before he moves in and kisses you. It's warm. He's soft. His hand strokes your wrist as he pushes into you, a shattering of firecrackers racing over your lips as he kisses you. You sigh into it. You melt.

He's laughing as he pulls away. "Not how I pictured it."

A panicked stabbing. "No?" you ask worriedly.

He's up and out of his seat before you know it, hands on your face and hair tickling your cheeks as he meets your eyes. You nod and he's kissing you all over again, ardent, a wave of nice smells and nicer tastes.

He sucks in a breath and encourages your face to the left, wading in right. His thumb skips over your cheek and your dizzy with it all, every point of contact aflame.

You wuss out first, breaking the kiss to breathe.

Sirius rubs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip.

"We should go out for dinner," he says.

"When?" you ask breathlessly.

"Tonight." Then, when you smile, he asks, "Yeah?" all happy and smiley.

"Yeah. Tonight. Whenever you want to."

He holds your face in his hands and his eyes race over each feature hungrily, though there's a softness there you can't miss. A certain upturn to the starts of his brows.

"I've wanted to do that for a while," he says.

You can't believe it. You feel like you're in a movie. If your hands weren't clinging to his jacket for dear life, you'd pinch yourself. "Really?"

He leans down for a chaste kiss but can't help himself, ducking in for a second, and then a third. You receive each one fervently.

"Fuck it, do you wanna go now?"

"On a date?" you ask, surprised, lips tingling.

"Yeah, on a date."

"Siri, we have a lecture."

"Let's skip it. I won't be able to sit through it, anyway." He squeezes your cheek with a little pleading pout on his lips.

You blink. Reality. This is reality.

"Yeah, okay. Let's go."

There's no use in pretending you could've turned him down. He beams, takes your hand into his, and half drags you through the canteen and past his gaggle of friends out the sliding doors. Your face is hot as the sun by the time you reach is car, and it only gets worse when he presses you against the door and kisses you again.

"I'm sorry," he says after, "I'm not being a gentleman."

"You're not a gentleman," you say.

"No, I'm not. But I will be."

You don't believe him even slightly, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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writerpetals · 1 year

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the game you crave | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

He remains focused with his eyes trained on the two men in front of him, watching as they take sips of their dark liquor in their glasses between spilling the usual business talk you’ve already grown bored of. You’re no amateur to the charity parties he tends to bring you to, a proud smile on his lips anytime he walks into the fancy hotels with you on his arm and the stares from other men to boost his ego.

You sip your champagne and smile anytime his friends turn to you, wanting to make a good impression on them just for him. Even if the conversation is all business other than a few mentions of the checks they’ll be signing by the end of the night, with a bit of money and subtle competition mixed in, you stand by his side, his arm around your waist, feeling his grip tighten to let you know he’s still thinking of you and it makes it all worth it.

Though, as the men wander away to continue their conversations elsewhere, leaving him and you lingering near the bar as you finish off your glass and feel a bit lighter, the playfulness rises as the boredom settles. Not that you don’t enjoy being by his side. You swear you do, but the champagne has your body tingling as you giggle and press yourself against his side.

“How much longer?” you whisper in his ear and he cocks a grin.

“Not too much, sweetheart,” he promises as you reach for him after tucking your gold clutch beneath your opposite arm. Running your hand along the front of his gray suit jacket with your fingertips stopping just at the buckle of his belt, you earn a raised brow. “Behave,” he tells you, tone suddenly stern and deep as he tries to hold back his smile.

Leaning closer, you lick your lips, kiss his cheek, and whisper, “but I’m bored.”

Of course, you know these parties are just as good for his business. He needs to socialize with the other execs in his field, make his presence known, and land any new deals to grow his company. You admire how hard he works, and you certainly don’t mind the new outfits he will send to your place as a surprise to wear as you accompany him. It even makes you feel special that he’s so proud to have you on his arm, showing you off, hoping to make a few people even more jealous of him.

Still, you’ve been at the party for a while. Your feet are aching thanks to your heels. The slight buzz from the alcohol is wearing off, though you’re still feeling a bit playful due to lack of entertainment. Usually you can find another date that was dragged along to strike up a conversation with. Tonight, it’s all suits and older women with fur around their necks and their noses turned up. You cling to his side and he squeezes an arm around your waist before another man with a suspicious smile and a drink in his hand walks up to the two of you.

The man starts chatting him up, and with him being the polite, yet smart business man that he is, smiles and listens. You feel out of place in an instant, sighing and stepping away from your date, but his arm slips from around your body to rest a hand on your wrist.

“Excuse me,” you smile at the two, “I’ll leave the two of you to talk. I’m going to go freshen up.”

He offers a gentle squeeze and smiles in return as the other man nods. You leave the two of them to make your way to the nearest restroom after returning your champagne glass to the bar, finally feeling as if you can take a full breath once you’re alone. The crowd has a way to feel as if it could suffocate you even with the light jazz filling the room, but the melodies of the band turn into echoes as soon as you enter the bathroom.

You inhale the soft scent of the floral air freshener while making your way to the mirror on the far wall. With your hands resting against the marble countertop, you glance over your reflection and release a sigh. The tension leaves your body, letting your guard down for a moment while hoping it won’t be too much longer until you can be alone with him. With him being busy with work, and charity functions, and keeping up his reputation while socializing and making new deals, you already feel as if your time in private with him is cut short, only having weekends to spend time together if his assistant isn’t calling in the middle of dinner with a sudden question needing answered or paper waiting to be signed at the last minute.

The thoughts have an idea swirling in your mind. The need for his attention grows as you shimmy into a bathroom stall just in case anyone were to walk in at that moment, reaching for your phone from your clutch and quickly tapping the screen to reach the camera. You align the device so the lens has the perfect view of your lips, your exposed chest and a hint of your cleavage, and the glittery outline of your v-cut dress.

With a smirk you send the picture to him. Your heart races as you wait for the ping to fill the bathroom stall, quickly clicking your phone to read your newest text message.

I thought I told you to behave.

Your chest spirals with warmth, heart fluttering as you grin and type your reply.

but I want to play…

The heat spreads from your chest to the pit of your stomach, adrenaline rushing through you because you can just picture his face — eyes wide before he settles, jaw clenching until there’s a smirk on his lips — when he realizes what you need. Not like it’s any secret, of course. Your few nights you spend together somehow always end up like this. You tease him, he becomes a bit more stern just to rile you up further. It’s a simple, but effective game the two of you play to show just how much you desire one another. The end result is always worth it as long as you get the attention you crave from him.

After a minute passes with no reply, you make your way from the bathroom into the hall after tucking your phone into your clutch. A few party-goers pass by and nod with their smiles, and you hope it isn’t evident on your face how hot you’re becoming from the anticipation.

It doesn’t take long for him to find you. After wandering around near the entrance to the ballroom, he spots you before saying a quick goodbye to colleagues and making his way toward you. As he approaches, the butterflies swarm your stomach just from the look on his face alone. With one brow raised and a smirk on his lips, he says nothing as he takes you by the arm to lead you away from the party.

“Oh, are we leaving?” you question in an innocent tone as you bat your lashes, causing him to scoff. “I didn’t even say goodbye—”

“As if you care,” he remarks, guiding you from the hallway to the elevators in the large lobby. Of course he’s rented a room, you think. As if he was already planning to make a quick exit if need be. You don’t blame him since the drive to his place would be a long one even with a chauffeur. Luckily, all you have to do is be patient enough to make it up a few floors before his hands are on you. “You’re a naughty girl, you know that?”

He cards fingers through his hair and shakes his head the moment the elevator doors close. You giggle and press your body to his with a pout on your lips.

“I can’t help it,” you admit, innocence in your tone even if your thoughts are far from it. “I want you.”

“Mm,” he hums, placing hands on your hips to keep you against him. “Even if you disobey me? I told you to behave.”

The elevator dings at the third floor, and you grow bold with every second that passes. “What if I don't want to?” you challenge him, watching him narrow his eyes and smirk.

Without a word, his hands lower to the hem of your dress. Fingers skim your flesh before his touches disappear between your thighs, earning a gasp as he cups your heat and his deepened tone leaves you shaking. “What if I push these panties down right here and make you remember how?”

You’re both aware you’re hoping it’s more of a promise than a threat. Even if the doors open at the sixth floor now and any second someone could step onto the elevator and spot you. His fingers caressing your slit over your panties have you caring less. Your body aches for him, clit throbbing so much that you press your thighs together and cling to his suit jacket with a tight grip.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” His tone has softened but his expression remains stern. Your heart skips a beat. The heat swells as his fingers continue to play between your thighs. You want him so badly it begins to hurt and no doubt there’s arousal dripping from your core to soak your panties by now. When you fail to reply, he takes a gentle grip on your neck, rubbing his thumb along your jaw, missing the sound of the door opening at the eleventh floor. “Do you want me to shove my fingers into your cunt until you’re begging to come, or should I skip straight to fucking you with my cock until you remember correctly?”

The darkened tone of the words leaves you gulping, opening your mouth to speak but losing the boldness you once possessed. His fingers against your slit only make it more difficult to reply, eyes closing, tempted to rock yourself against his hand for more friction, more pleasure.

The elevator reaches the top floor with a ding and he pulls away in an instant. A whine almost escapes you from losing his touch, but a simple nod from him has you following him into the hallway. You hustle to keep up with his pace as the two of you make the short trip to the suite he has rented. With your arm linked around his and his hands in his pockets, he says nothing as he leads you to the door, fishing out the key card before sliding it in the slot to unlock the door.

A second later, he tugs you inside and his hands are on your body. Your back becomes flush with the door, his lips against your own pinning you in place as the click of a lock echoes throughout the suite. His palms run along your body, starting with your hips before moving to your breast. You moan against his skin, hot, worked up, aching between your thighs as your nipples harden against the thin material of your dress.

He presses his body to your own a second later for you to feel his erect cock through his slacks. Anytime you whimper against his lips, he grips you tighter, fingers digging against flesh, your shaky hands clutching his jacket tight. Until it falls from his shoulders and he pulls away to loosen the tie around his neck.

“Come,” is all he says for you to follow him toward the king sized bed after you slip your heels off at the door and leave your clutch behind. The large glass pane windows are only a few feet away from where the two of you stand, curtain pulled back and you wonder if anyone were to look, could they witness you dropping to your knees the moment he tells you to?

You don’t disobey him now that you’re alone. You allow him to run his fingers through your hair, leaving messy strands as he takes a gentle fistful and you release a gasp from your lips.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” he comments with a smirk, heat building between your thighs. “I bet you were thinking about this all night, weren’t you?”

You blink and nod, following his movements with your eyes as he reaches to grip his hardened length through his pants. He tightens his grip on your hair while chuckling, and goosebumps cover your skin as your heart races.

“Well sweetheart,” he exhales, dropping his hand from his cock to brush his thumb over your lips, parting them to shove the digit inside your mouth. Without hesitation, you suck on his flesh, watching the way his eyes ignite with desire at the sight. “If you want my cock so badly, you know what to do.”

His tone is deep, stern, and it shakes you to your core. His expression darkens as he shifts into a more dominant role that is only present when your body and actions ask for it. Was he really mad? Of course not. He feigns his irritation because it gets you so worked up. It’s all a part of the game you crave, allowing him to become a bit rougher while still taking care of you because you trust him and only him. There’s something so sexy about giving up all control to someone that deserves it, someone that appreciates and respects the game you play as well as you and your body. Having him be the one to give you what you need only out of pleasure for the two of you has your body in overdrive. You need him. You crave him.

You reach to tug on his belt, unbuckling and working the buttons to his slacks a second later. He keeps a loose grip on your hair as you uncover his length, pulling him out of his slacks before your fingers wrap around him. The groan that builds in his chest has the warmth blossoming from your core all over again. His eyes remain focused on you, watching as you smirk, grip him tight, and lean closer to run your tongue along the slit of his cock.

“C’mon, baby,” he encourages, voice softer now, a bit more playful.

He grins down at you and you bite your bottom lip for a moment and squeeze the base of his length, watching his expression shift as his jaw clenches. You take him past your lips, teasing the tip with your tongue to watch him unfold. He loses a bit of his composure while you never break eye contact. Taking him farther into your mouth, you bob your head and your hand tends to the rest of him. His eyes begin to flutter the moment you massage the underside of his cock with your tongue, lingering for a moment before pulling away to release his length.

You work him back and forth, gathering your own saliva as lubricant before you lean in to repeat the motion. Your lips wrap around his flesh and he begins to groan before licking his lips and tossing his head back. You work him in your mouth just the way he likes, feeling your own heat ache and drip with need. The sounds of the pleasure you offer — slick, messy noises from your mouth — mix with his own groans growing louder. His body tenses, allowing the bliss to take over as you suck him off, and the sight of his closed eyes and parted lips with flushed cheeks boosts your own ego this time.

You call for him in the sweetest of voices when you pull your mouth away, earning his attention as his gaze switches from your face to your hand stroking his length. “I want you.” You bat your lashes and stare up at him with your bottom lip pouting just a bit. He grins and shakes his head, brows arching for a split-second.

“My cock in your mouth isn’t enough?” he teases, feeling a wave of heat wash over you. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you tell him boldly, tightening your grip around the base of his length just enough to have him tense. “Please,” you add, sweetly.

He chuckles, releasing his grip on your hair to cup your face. “Now you want to be cute, huh?” He pauses for a moment, and your heart races. “Get up.”

Adrenaline shoots through you in a rush of electricity as you rise to your feet. He begins plucking the buttons to his black dress shirt while you stand before him, knees shaking, body aching. He takes his time tossing the clothing to the floor, pushing his slacks and silk boxer-briefs lower on his hips with his cock still hard and throbbing for attention.

“On the bed.”

You follow his instructions, planting your knees against the mattress as your hands hold your weight, wiggling your ass in the air just to taunt him. The quiet, breathy chuckle you receive in return leaves you grinning, but all smiles fade the moment he takes hold of your hips from behind to keep you in place. Pushing the hem of your dress over your ass, his eyes fall to the way your black, sheer panties cling to your slick skin, spotting the arousal already making a mess between your thighs just from pleasuring him with your mouth.

“Mm, you are a dirty thing, aren’t you?” he teases, running two fingers along your slit to feel the slickness through your panties. A whimper escapes your lips, bending your back and attempting to push your body toward him for more, but the hand that remains on your hip keeps you in place. “Already so wet just from sucking me off? Does it turn you on that much to have my cock in your mouth, sweetheart?”

You whimper once more, head already dizzy just from the simplests of touches. Your fingers cling to the white duvet beneath you, licking your lips and blinking a few times to regain control of your unsteady voice. “Please…”

“Ah-ah,” he begins to scold you, but the palm coming down against your ass does the rest. A sharp snap echoes throughout the suite as you gasp and tense your body, and he does a good job of soothing the sting with gentle caresses that allow you to melt into his touch. “Dirty girls don’t get what they want when they misbehave.”

He brings it back to your earlier behavior, and somehow the thought has you buzzing with excitement on the inside. You feel naughty, disobedient and deserving of his teasing, you’re well aware. The fact that he drags the moment out leaves you hot and shaking, needing his touches and knowing if you’re patient enough after getting him so worked up, the pleasure he eventually offers will be well worth it.

A second later, he interrupts your thoughts the moment he pulls his hand from between your thighs. Heat floods your body in a wave of pure need when you hear the sound of him lightly sucking his two fingers, tasting the arousal that soaked through your panties just to taunt you further.

“You taste so sweet,” he tells you, and the ache between your legs deepens. “Too bad you didn’t listen to me earlier, or I would have loved for you to come on my tongue.”

You cry out, voice shaking, tone less bold than before. You grow weak at the thought of his mouth between your thighs. Your clit throbs for attention, swollen and needy as juices drip from your core. You need his touches, his hands on you, his tongue between your folds pleasuring you and making you come.

“What’s wrong, baby?” His hand runs along the curve of your back until he reaches the zipper of your dress. Before you can reply, he’s chuckling as he undresses you, allowing the straps to fall from your shoulders, the material hanging loosely on your body. “I thought you liked our little game. Do you regret teasing me knowing you might not get to come?”

The threat earns a bitten bottom lip as you try to hold back the whimpers, keeping yourself from flat out begging as he tugs on your dress to have your body rising from the bed so he can uncover your chest. He doesn’t hesitate slipping the dress down your body, over your hips and ass, until you maneuver left and right for him to toss the material to the side. Now you’re left in nothing but your soaked panties, trembling with need, dying for release as he lowers to his knees behind you. You feel his breath against your slit, knowing he’s so close, his mouth hovers near your drenched folds as his hands knead your ass. A chill runs down your spin the moment he hooks his fingers into your panties, ever so slowly peeling them from your body to uncover your ass and dripping, swollen slit for him.

The groan that builds in his throat leaves you gripping the duvet beneath you tighter. Knowing he’s right behind you, staring at your awaiting pussy needing attention, feeling his breath on your skin, but not bothering to offer any release forces a gasp from your lips. “Please,” you begin to beg, no shame left in you, “please, I’ll be good.”

“What was that?” he questions, and you can hear the smirk in his tone as your eyes screw shut. He leans closer, pressing his lips to the curve of your ass, earning your walls clenching around nothing at all because you’re still dying for him to touch you.

“I’ll be a good girl for you,” you finally give in, giving him the words he’s been waiting for, allowing him to win the game. “I’ll behave.”

“Good girl,” is all he says, the words strained on his tongue as if it’s difficult for him to resist you. He wastes no more time teasing you, reaching to part your folds with two thumbs on your swollen, hot lips, tongue darting out for just a taste to earn a gasp.

He finds your clit, circling the sensitive bud and you can’t help but to whimper his name. The heat rushes through you, becoming dizzy from finally receiving the attention you had to earn. Your back bends and you try to push your hips to get more of him, becoming greedy after being so worked up, but two strong hands against your ass keep you in place. Licking from your clit up to your dripping cunt, he tastes you further and leaves you breathless. The room spins as your thighs tremble, and he turns his attention back to your clit to earn desperate whines of his name.

As he pleases you from behind, your hips begin to move, rolling your dripping slit against his face and the groan of approval gives you the confidence to keep going. His fingers dig into your skin, keeping a harsh grip on your ass as you allow the pleasure to take hold. As he flattens his tongue against your flesh, he allows you to ride his face, crying out, feeling the tension in the pit of your stomach tighten until every touch of his body against your own feels like nothing but pure bliss.

And when he pulls away, you whine again, disappointed, worked up beyond belief that you’re nearly angry at him for leaving you high and dry.

You whimper his name and pout and he chuckles because he doesn’t care at all.

“Turn over,” he orders you, and you follow the deep commands of his voice without hesitation. You fall to your back as he rises to his feet, meeting his gaze before your eyes fall to his cock in his hand as he strokes his length. His slacks and briefs hang low on his hips as he settles between your parted legs after he finishes pulling your panties from around your thighs to toss aside. You’re bare before him, exposed and vulnerable, but the way he smirks and looks down at you with nothing but adoration has your chest swelling.

He aligns his cock with your entrance after teasing just a bit more with the head against your slit, wanting to hear the way you whine his name one last time. He senses your impatience and you sense how badly he needs to be inside of you as he pushes your thighs higher for better access. With a deep groan building in his chest, he shoves his cock into you, and your back arches from the bed and your fingers claw the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck…” you cry out, bottom lip trembling as he fills you up. From the way he pauses for a minute to catch his breath, it’s clear the heat of being surrounded by you leaves him shaken.

After a few seconds, he begins thrusting into you. His pace is slow at first, long strokes of drawing his cock out and back in earning quiet whimpers and curses beneath your breath. You lick your lips and gasp the moment he snaps his hips, hitting deep within your walls as your eyes screw shut.

“Fuck… you feel incredible,” he compliments just as his head rolls back and he grunts, snapping his hips against your body once again. Electricity floods you in the form of red hot desire, body shaking with every thrust of his hips, the room spinning as he picks up his pace. “So fucking… good.” He groans again and leans closer between your legs, thrusting deep as his lips crash into your own.

You whimper against his skin, wrapping legs around his waist, arms around his back. You hold him close as he fucks you and you pull away with a gasp when he pumps his cock into you with more force. Your nails dig into his bare back, but your heels keep his body close as your thighs tighten against him. You felt the heat swelling between your legs, needing an extra push toward the edge of your own release.

Your hand dips between your bodies, fingers beginning to work your clit while you bite down on your lip to keep from the other guests in the room next door from hearing your cries. Your face twists with pleasure, brow wrinkled, body tense, and each circle around your sensitive flesh brings you closer to your release.

You exhale his name, “faster… please.” Your pleas earn quicker hips pressing against your body as he fucks you like you need. Every thrust makes your mind numb, body on fire until you feel the tension snap, heat swelling in pure bliss to every inch of your body. You quiver against him, moaning to signal you coming undone, and he continues to bury his cock deep into your walls clenching around him.

Every inch of you begins to tingle with the aftermath of ecstasy, growing sensitive as he continues thrusting into you to reach his own peak. His mouth lowers to your neck, groaning against your skin as he teases you with kisses and nibbles, and the moment you come down from your own high, you wrap your arms around him. Your hips match his movements, helping to work his body and bring him closer to the edge, nails leaving marks against his smooth skin, whimpering for him to come inside you to finally have him barrelling over the edge of pleasure.

He spills inside of you, panting and huffing as he gives into the bliss. His motions slow but he continues milking his cock inside your drenched walls, sweat beading against his forehead, lips parted and face flushed. You squeeze yourself around him just to hear him suck in a sharp breath, gulping and exhaling with his brow wrinkled before he pulls out of you.

His body collapses to the bed, and you don’t hesitate to curl up against his side. Your head rests against his bare chest. He drapes a lazy arm around your body. And everything feels perfect as he raises his head with his eyelids still heavy and kisses your face, first your forehead until you adjust to press your lips to his own.

“You’re a mischievous little thing, you know that?” You giggle tiredly at his question and shrug.

“As if you don’t like it…”

“I love it,” he corrects with a sleepy grin. “You know what else I love?”

“Hm?” you hum, relaxing beneath the way his traces patterns against your back with his fingertips, and the affection and care he offers after the way the two of you play is icing on the cake.

“A hot, relaxing bath,” he tells you, earning more giggles. “What do you say? I think there’s a vanilla bath bomb waiting for us, and I’ll throw in a foot massage, too. I’m sure those heels weren’t comfortable all night.”

Your chest swells from him knowing the perfect things to say to make you feel cared for. “You spoil me,” you tell him, and he leans closer to kiss your lips with a proud grin before he guides you to the bathroom, filling the tub with steaming water and dropping in the warm vanilla sugar bath bomb, loving his simple, cute displays of affection to show just how much he loves caring for you.

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bettysupremacy · 10 months

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oh my god i have a request. are you comfortable with writing our boy stevie dating an anxious reader? for example she gets an anxiety attack in the upside down or with the kids and steve calms here down and holds her??

LOVE YOUU ❤️❤️

hey babe!! sorry this took me so long to get to i hope this is alright! I feel like it’s not as good as it could be

Being a mother of 6 was never easy. Especially at 20.

The volume gnaws at you, blooming panic in your chest. It’s loud. You need to leave. But you can’t bring yourself to ruin the rarity of this moment he and the kids have going currently.

Rowdy and wild, they’ve made camp in Steve’s living room for the last 6 hours on their annual campaign. Their intensity startles you. Loud and vivacious, they don’t tone down their theatrics in Steve’s home. They’ve even roped him into joining.

“Jesus Christ almighty!” Dustin booms. “All you had to do was roll a fucking two!”

Mike snaps back, quick banter that seems to echo in the large home. Your ears can’t take it, you step out front.

Steve notices immediately, of course.

Where his girl goes, follows his attention. He watches it open the front door and leave after you, imagining how far it has to follow you before you stop.

He tears his eyes from the door. Mike slams his pencil down. “Guys.. I’ll be right back.”

“No, dude!”

“Just like.. skip my turn.” Steve shrugs, getting up to leave.

“That’s not how this works!”

“Make it work.” His head shakes. “You literally make the rules of this game, dude.”

Outside is warm. His sleeves flutter deliciously in the breeze, melting the AC off his hairy arms. He wants to find you not only to make sure you’re okay, but to show off his growing muscles. To flex, and smirk, and ask if you want to take a photo, cause it’ll last longer you know?

Though, when he does find you, he seizes. Passenger side of the 733i, you curl in on yourself, hiding your panicked face. It startles him, watching tears roll, hot and quick, down your summertime warm cheeks.

“I can’t breathe.” Shaky hands press into your eyes, calming the staggered and quick tears. Rough on the lungs, your breathing tears apart your chest. “I can’t breathe.”

He squeezes himself into the seat you’ve taken up, pulling most of your weight onto his lap. Your legs dangle out the door. Pulling your hair from your sticky neck, he gathers it into the rubber band he keeps on his wrist.

Your assault on your lungs doesn’t decelerate. “Can’t feel my fingers,” you panic. “They’re tingly.”

“I know,” he whispers. He wish he could tell you something smart like you’re lowering your CO2 levels breathing like this. “You gotta stop breathing like that for me.”

You shake your head, palms digging further into your wet eyes.

“I’m serious, babe,” his mouth is so close to your ear, his hot breath tingles. “Follow me.”

He breathes in, long and exaggerated for you to imitate. He holds, hand on your back, slow and meticulous. He breathes out, extended and loud.

He doesn’t mind that you don’t join him the first time.

“Can you do that for me?” He asks, nosing against your head. He breathes in again.

You follow and though your breathes don’t match his,

“It’s okay.” He whispers. You shake your head, abashed in the worst way. “It’s not?”

Ragged hiccups tear through your chest. “So embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing.”

You don’t seem convinced, pushing further into the safety of his arms. He doesn’t mind, adjusting his grip to hold you closer. “It was too loud.”

“Dustin was really pushing the theatrics wasn’t he?” His smile is warm, genuine, and concerned. His nose scrunches up. You nod.

“I’m sorry.” You shake your head profusely. “I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, baby.”

“I didn’t wanna ruin your fun time.” Your breathing grows more distressed. “But now you’re stuck out here with me.”

“Stuck?” He appalls. “I’d rather be out here with you.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“Are you kidding me?” His grips loosens, your beautiful face now in view. “You think I’d rather be in there with those nerds?”

“You love them.”

He nods, letting you crawl back into his arms. “I do, but no more than you.”

“I won’t tell.”

“I know, my secrets safe with you.” His arms squeeze your frame three times in quick succession.

“I’m sorry” you sniffle.

It’s the most pathetic thing he’s ever heard, and he’s not sure where the apology is coming from.

“Oh, my girl, what’s the apology for?”

You shrug.

“You never need to apologize,” his head shakes seriously. “never to me.”

“I will, though.”

“And I’ll turn you down.” He laughs, shaking your figure in his arms.

“Stop,” you paw at his strong hold, breathless from crying, trying not to laugh. “Can feel my brain moving.”

“I’m shaking the apology from your head.”

“So stupid.” You giggle, stilling his face in your hands long enough to pull a kiss from him.

“I may be stupid,” he’s serious. “but I’m even more stupid for you.”

He revels in the way your nose scrunches. “That was so corny I feel my chest contracting.”

“That’s love.”

“It’s cringe,” you correct. “and it’s killing me.”

“Sorry.” He smiles down at you. “For killing you ‘n all.”

“It’s okay,” Your breathing has slowed down to a comfortable pace. “You’re not all that stupid.”

“Really?” He starts. “I-“

“Hey stupid!” Dustin yells, too loud for the gated neighborhood. “We’re waiting on you!”

He’d be mad if it weren’t for your giggles. “Wait a damn second!” His head dips to you. “You want a minute?”

“No,” you sigh. “Can I go up to your bedroom?”

He rolls his eyes. “Duh.” Popping out the car door, he holds his hand for you. “Look pretty for me when I get back?”

“I always look pretty,” you scoff. “stupid.”

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months

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The Right Place in Time

Summary: What if Steve was in the woods with Chrissy and Eddie getting weed for his headaches?

@disrespectedgoatman @estrellami-1 @darkrose517 @panicatthediaz @mandriice

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chrissy's POV

Hardly anyone slept that night. The kids had wanted to check out the crime scene, but considering the place would be crawling with cops, it wasn't the best idea. They all slept on and off on the floor of the kitchen, and the older members took shifts, so there was at least someone looking out for everyone. Chrissy couldn't stop thinking about the song that had played after Patrick's death was announced. Does this mean that Vecna would be going after her again? She shivered at the thought, and after fighting sleep for a while, she drifted off.

It was silent the next morning as they ate their frozen waffles for breakfast. Chrissy was sitting in between Steve and Max this time with Eddie on Steve's other side. Max was curled up next to her with Lucas on her other side. He was looking down cast at his uneaten waffle.

"I should have tried harder," Lucas said.

"Lucas, man, there was nothing that you could have done. You tried to get to him, you tried to warn him but it's not your fault that Jason got to him first," Eddie said.

"I should have got to him anyway," Lucas said.

"And he would have killed you, Lucas," Steve said.

"No, he's right," Chrissy frowned. "Jason always had problems, problems his parents refused to address, and it's catching up to him. Whatever was going on with him, it was left untreated, and there was nothing that you could have done to get through to him."

"Nobody helped him," Lucas sniffled. "When he showed up to practice with a black eye. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say."

"Lucas," Max said softly. "There's nothing that you probably could have said. He would have pushed you away because sometimes the hardest thing to accept after spending so much time in a situation like that, is the fact that there might be someone out there who actually gives a damn."

Lucas sniffled and hugged Max tightly. Chrissy smiled at the two of them. She knew that Max had a hard life like Chrissy did, having talked about it with her earlier. She was such a funny, smart girl, and she really deserved so much better. Chrissy hoped that it would happen for her and everyone else. Everyone fell into silence again. Max was now leaning against Lucas, her head on his shoulder.

"I'm so bored," Dustin said after a long silence. "We should have brought board games to pass the time."

"I have cards," Frank said as he pulled them out of his pocket.

"And you're just bringing them out now?" Dustin asked. "And you just carry them around in your jacket?"

"I like playing solitaire," Frank said defensively. "Do you want to play Gold Fish?"

"Dude, it's Go Fish," Jeff said.

"I'm pretty sure it's Gold Fish," Frank said rolling his eyes.

"It's Go Fish! As in GO, it's your turn," Jeff said. "Why the hell would it be called Gold Fish?"

"Why the hell would be called fish at all? What the hell does fish have anything to do with it?" Frank asked.

"Can we just play already?" Dustin asked.

Chrissy giggled and watched in amusement as the three of them played. Frank kept calling out 'GOLD' and Jeff kept calling out 'GO' which resulted in Dustin throwing his cards at both of them.

"Well, that was entertaining," Eddie said, his head in Steve's lap as he looked at Chrissy upside down.

He turned to his side to watch them as they started another game. Chrissy grinned as she stared at the hair band on her wrist and then to Eddie's hair. She began raking her fingers through his hair. She leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Hey, Eddddie," she sang out softly.

"I think she wants something from me, Steve," Eddie said. "Should I be weary?"

"Oh, yeah, definitely," Steve replied with a grin.

"I was just wondering if I could French braid your hair?" Chrissy asked.

"No," Eddie scoffed and Chrissy placed a hard kiss on his lips. "Yeah, okay."

"Weak," Steve scoffed.

"You're going to have to sit in between my legs," Chrissy said.

"Hell yeah," Eddie said.

He moved away from Steve and crawled in between Chrissy's legs, his back to her. She smiled as she worked on his hair, humming to the music that was playing from her Walkman.

"If you scooch up a bit, I can French braid your hair, Chrissy," Steve said. "And if you have another hair tie."

Chrissy handed him the hair tie while she scooted up with Eddie. She smiled as Steve slid behind her and started working on her hair.

"You are adorable," Wayne said. "If only I had a camera."

"Wayne!" Eddie exclaimed, blushing.

"You don't have a camera, but I do," Max smirked as she pulled a polaroid out of her bag.

She raised the camera and snapped the picture. Max grinned as she held the picture in her hand.

"Oh, that's so cute," Dustin said, looking over her shoulder.

Wayne took the picture and slipped it into his pocket with a grin. Chrissy laughed as she tied off Eddie's hair.

"Well?" Eddie asked.

"You're very handsome," Chrissy said.

"You look like your mama. She used to wear her hair like that a lot," Wayne said, and Eddie preened.

"Really?" Eddie asked. "I guess it does feel nice to have it off my ears. I'm going to go check it out."

Eddie scurried off to the bathroom. When he returned, there was a wide grin on his face. Chrissy smiled as he kissed her and plopped down next to Steve, who had finished Chrissy's hair. Chrissy was now leaning against his chest, fiddling with the sleeve of his yellow sweater that he had pulled out of his car. He had offered it to her, but she had declined, saying that it looked better on him. It really did. Nancy stood up nervously.

"I want to go to Pennhurst to talk to Victor Creel," Nancy said.

"What else could you possibly learn from him?" Frank asked.

"Plenty," Nancy said and looked at Wayne.

"Well, I can't force you not to go. You shouldn't go alone, neither," Wayne said, frowning. "How are you planning on getting into see him?"

"Pretend I'm a college student," Nancy said as she grabbed her bag from the cabinet.

Vickie and Robin shared a look.

"We'll go with you," Vickie said.

"Okay, you guys are going to have to look the part," Nancy said. "We're going to have to stop by my house."

"Are you sure?" Chrissy asked her cousin.

"Yeah," Vickie said.

"Be careful," Chrissy said and hugged her tightly.

Chrissy slid back down as soon as they walked out the door, worried about her cousin. She wished she wasn't a part of this, but a little part of her was relieved that she was here, and she was glad to see her so happy with Robin. Chrissy and Vickie had been best friends since they were babies. They were more like sisters than cousins. It had been the same with Matty. When he had come to the both of them to tell them how he felt, it was Vickie who picked up the scissors and asked him if he wanted his hair cut. Together, Chrissy and Vickie helped cut his hair. It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great either. Matty still smiled, though, claiming it was the best haircut ever. It was also Vickie who had first gotten him boy clothes and eventually, the three of them would go shopping together whenever they could. Of course, once Vickie had been banned from the house, they had to do drops at school to get Matty the clothes that he hid under his floorboard.

"Guys," Max spoke up, interrupting Chrissy's thoughts.

Max had stood up and began handing out letters. The only ones who didn't get any were Gareth, Jeff, Frank, and Chrissy. She understood, though. They barely knew each other.

"We get letters?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, you guys have been really helpful when my mom was, well, you know, sick," Max said. "You deserve letters."

"What are these for, darling?" Wayne asked.

"In case I don't make it," Max said.

"Max - ," Lucas started to say.

"Don't. Don't try to give me false hope. We know that I might not make it. I mean, we tried to save Fred, and that didn't work out. Neither did trying to save Patrick," Max said. "Of course, this asshole curses me."

"If I made it, then so can you," Chrissy said softly.

"We don't know if this asshole is going to come after you again or not," Max said. "I just want to be prepared."

She looked down at her feet, and Chrissy could see how scared she was. Wayne could tell, too. He pulled the girl into his arms and hugged her gently. She let out a sob and hugged him back. It obviously wasn't the first time that he had to do that for Max. Eddie had jumped up and wrapped her up in a tight hug.

"If anyone can make it out of this, it's you, Steve, and Chrissy," Eddie said. "I'll just annoy the shit out of this guy until he gives up."

Max laughed and pulled out of the hug, wiping her eyes.

"I want to stop by my house, and then I want stop by the cemetery," Max said.

"I'll take you," Wayne said. "Whatever you need, okay?"

"I'll go with you guys too," Chrissy said. "Need to pick up some spray paint before we go to the cemetery."

"We'll all go," Eddie said. "I need to get out of the house, anyway."

"Is that a good idea?" Steve asked.

"Well, no, but neither is splitting up," Eddie said.

"Well, we can't all go. I don't have any room in my car," Steve said.

"Jeff, Frank, and I will stay here," Gareth said. "In case the girls come back."

"Okay, and don't worry, Steve, you've got your bat in case the jocks show up, right?" Dustin asked.

"It's still in the trunk, yes," Steve said.

"Ah, the infamous bat we keep hearing but have yet to be seen," Eddie said.

Chrissy giggled when Steve rolled his eyes. They followed him outside to his trunk. He popped open the trunk and pulled out the bat.

"See? It's just a bat with nails in it," Steve said.

"Oh my, what a big bat you have," Eddie said with a smirk.

"Eddie!" Wayne scolded from behind him.

"What? I was commenting on the bat. Jeeze, get your head out of the gutter, old man," Eddie scoffed.

"You guys really set on dating him, huh?" Wayne asked.

"Only cause he's pretty to look at," Chrissy said. "Everything else is just. . .eh."

"Hey!" Eddie exclaimed and poked her in the side, grinning.

Max laughed as she climbed into Wayne's truck. Chrissy pushed Eddie into Steve’s passenger seat before Dustin could grab it. She settled right into Eddie's lap and poked her tongue out at Dustin. He flipped her off and she giggled.

"That's not at all childish," Eddie grinned.

"Oh, like you aren't?" Chrissy giggled. "Even with everything going on, you and Steve make me very happy."

Chrissy slipped off her feet and spread them out into Steve’s lap. Steve grinned and placed one hand on her leg as he drove. Chrissy leaned forward and turned on the radio. The breaking news music came on.

"In local news, a person of interest in the murder of Fred Benson and Patrick McKinney has been arrested. William Higgins has been taken into custody in connection with drugs found in his desk. The police believe that high school journalist Fred Benson discovered that the principal might have been giving basketball players drugs to enhance their performances, and Mr. Benson tried to come forward with the story. The police also believe that Patrick McKinney was Mr. Benson's source and Higgins discovered his betrayal. There's still another suspect on the run who escaped police questioning. If you see Jason Carver, please contact the authorities immediately."

The car was filled with stunned silence. Chrissy and Eddie stared at each other with wide eyes.

"I thought for sure that they would end up pining this on me," Eddie said. "Although, it still sucks that Jason is still out there. Happy as hell that Higgins is getting what he deserves."

"Yeah. I always hated him. He always covered it up when some basketball ball players were being abusive dicks. Like when Tommy Hayes attacked you. I went to his office to explain it to him what really happened, but he just talked down to me like I was a little girl," Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Then he called my mom and told her that I was trying to mix myself up with the wrong crowd. Asshole."

Eddie pressed a hard kiss to her lips and leaned his forehead against hers. Steve squeezed her leg. He drove them to the hardware store, where they picked up a can of red spray paint and some masks as well as a few extra things. When they got to the cemetery, Wayne was already there, so they parked behind his truck and got out. He was leaning against his truck with his arms crossed.

"Max went alone?" Lucas asked.

"She threatened to sic a lawyer on me," Wayne said. "She's got her Walkman. It's best to do what she needs to do right now, son."

"What if - ?" Lucas asked in concern.

"That's why I'm right here. I can still see her through the trees," Wayne said. "If she needs us, we'll be right here."

"We're going to take Chrissy to her brother's grave," Eddie said. "You'll be okay?"

"Of course, Nancy gave me one of her guns before she left," Wayne said as he patted his pocket.

They left Dustin and Lucas with Wayne before walking towards the cemetery. Chrissy was grateful to them both as they walked on either side of her. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to do this without them. When she arrived at her brother's headstone, it filled her with a white-hot anger. Matilda Cunningham. Beloved sister and daughter. The last taunt that Laura would give to her son. Chrissy growled and grabbed the pickaxe from Steve, and slammed it into the headstone. She did it over and over again until her hands were aching. She tossed the axe aside, and with the help of the other two, she hammered in a temporary sign. She took the spray paint and started spraying. In the end, it read: Matthew Cunningham, Beloved Nephew, Brother, and Cousin. Chrissy collapsed to her knees.

"Bitch!" Chrissy screamed and she started crying. "I'm going to save up and get you a proper headstone, Matty. I promise. I wanted you to meet some people. I think you would like them very much."

"Hey, little man, your sister doesn't shut up about how an awesome brother you are. I don't doubt for a second that what she said isn't true. I heard you like comic books. I do too. I would have loved to show you my awesome collection," Eddie said.

"Chrissy told us all about how you wished that you could have played basketball. Man, I would have loved showing you the ropes and Lucas would have loved to play with you too," Steve said. "We're going to take good care of your sister and we know she's going to take good care of us too. She's the strongest person I know."

"He would have loved you helping him style his hair," Chrissy sniffled. "Thanks, guys. I love you, Matty. I would kiss your temporary headstone, but it's covered in spray paint."

She was about to laugh when they heard the other's screaming Max's name. They dropped everything and ran towards Max. Chrissy's stomach churned when she found the girl floating in the air. The headphones were firmly attached to her head, but she was still floating slowly in the air.

"Fuck!" Eddie cursed.

"Hey! Max! Max!" Steve screamed.

Their voices quickly joined Lucas, Dustin, and Wayne's. Chrissy was crying again as she screamed her voice hoarse with the others. Suddenly, Max's body dropped into Wayne and Lucas's arms. She sobbed into Lucas's shoulder while Wayne stroked her hair.

"I'm here, I'm here," Max sobbed.

Chrissy clung to Steve while Eddie hugged them both tightly, crying into Chrissy's hair. This has to fucking stop. Right? They're going to stop this. They have to.

Chapter Twelve

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unhingedthirst · 1 year

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Yay! Ok, so i would love 76 from the smut prompts with walter. Maybe reader is like his new younger wife/gf or something. Thank you 💕

You got it babe ! This is so hot 🤤

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

Walt and his younger bimbo bratty GF

Walter white didn’t think he’d find love again this late in his life and especially not with someone so young. He wasn’t complaining in the slightest; you were almost everything that Skyler wasn’t. Soft, understanding and he didn’t feel the need to lie to you. Well not as much as he was/is lying to Skyler. You took every curveball he threw at you and it didn’t hurt that you were half his age and smoking hot.

He had charmed you easily and now had you wrapped around his finger. Doesn’t mean you didn’t try to push the limits to see what you could get away with. Walt was on the phone in his new apartment; you had stayed over and awoken to an empty bed. You walk into the living room and see your man talking to probably Pinkman. You slink over to him and place a hand on his shoulder, he acknowledges you with a smile and mouths ‘sorry’ to you. You shrug and wave him off with a smile.

You were patient for about half an hour and than you started getting antsy. You psychically start moving Walt’s thick arms so you could sit in his lap as he worked. You were pretty sure he was talking to Saul now. You could tell he was already irritated so sitting in his lap wasn’t exactly the smartest move. You start peppering kisses on his neck and places hands on his chest. He shot you a warning look and you just bat your lashes at him and just shift your hips experimentally and he covers a groan with a cough as he continues to talk on the phone.

He grabs your hip and holds you still. “Saul. Give me a second. I have to deal with something” he grumbles and Sets his cell down. “Sweetheart.” He warns and you tilt your head to the side in a coy fashion. You love pushing his buttons; you guys were pretty new so it was always an experiment of how much you could get away with. He laces his fingers in your hair and yank lightly with a small surprised moan escaping your lips. He watches you for a moment; you are clad in just panties and an old T-shirt for a band he thinks he saw Jesse wear one time. You looked so pretty like this; you were so pliant for him, so obedient. Well most of the time. When he thinks you will behave he picks up the phone again; you get up and he thinks it’s over. He straightens up in his chair thinking he’d won and then you sink down in front of him.

Before you could even go to touch him you were being yanked up by your wrist and dragged roughly into the other room. Walt was still on the phone at this point but covered the ear piece so Saul couldn’t hear. He yanks you by the hair against his surprisingly hard body; he growls in your ear his breathe warm on your neck “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” You lean your head back against his shoulder as he stares at you distracted, you grabbed the phone out of his hand and close it. Without missing a beat he pushes you against the counter, your panties on display now as your shirt rides up.

“You little fucking brat.” He says and you have a smirk painted on your face. This was all part of the game both of you played. You liked being the bratty younger girlfriend of a very smart but dark man. He took care of you though and could be very sweet. This was not one of those times though but you weren’t mad about it. He starts rubbing the soft sensitive skin of your inner thighs but ignoring your pussy which was basically throbbing at his point. You whine softly and you hear him chuckle obviously enjoying making you squirm. He roughly pulls your panties down and you can hear him pull out his cock; you try and shift to get a better look but he holds you down against the cold kitchen counter with one hand. He leans down to whisper something in your ear; bracing for it to be demeaning but instead you were met with “my pretty girl.” He says in a hushed tone and enters your tight pussy.

Walt was very well endowed so it was always a tight fit, he placed a comforting hand on the small of your back as he fills you completely. You whimper but he doesn’t care, he’s relentless with his hips slamming into you. It felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against him as he continues to fill you up again and again. He watches as his cock disappears into your tight heat; he moans out freely. His thick hand wraps around your throat “you know what you do to me. Such a needy girl.” He growls and you nod “can’t even wait for me to finish working. You gotta be slutty huh?” He asks as he fucks you so hard your hip bones meeting the cold of the counter roughly. You knew he was gonna leave bruises and you relished in the feeling. All that came out of your mouth was wanton moans and whimpers, especially with his hand still wrapped around your throat. You loved letting him use your body like this; he pulls out removing his body from you completely. Before you could complain he helps you onto the counter and pulls you onto his cock again. You kissed each other for the first time since he started fucking you and you hold onto him as he starts rubbing your clit furiously and you whimper into his mouth and he starts talking again “I’m so close.. want to feel you cum around my cock you dirty fucking whore” you did as your much older boyfriend asked and squeezed around his cock. He kept pounding relentlessly as you milk his cock dry and he moans into your shoulder as he holds you close.

As he cleans you up and runs his hands over your now naked body he looks sheepish. You raise an eyebrow at him and he sighs “was calling you a dirty whore too much?” He asks and you snort out a laugh “it was a new one for sure.” You say and rub his shoulder lovingly “it was good. You were good” you whisper and place a gentle kiss on his cheek

#breaking bad #better call saul #walter white #breaking bad fanfiction #Walter white x reader #breaking bad smut #no beta

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Could you do a Steve Harrington request where he’s dramatic when his girlfriend gets a paper cut cause he wants solely her attention?

AN | She’s sort and sweet, but Steve’s just so…dreamy 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.8k

Masterlist | Main

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There was some random pop song playing over the speakers in Family Video. You weren’t even fully paying attention to it, but that didn’t stop you from bopping around to it, softly singing along under your breath. You were looking through different rows of movies, trying to find something to watch for when you spent the night at Steve’s. Nothing seemed particularly exciting, so you made your way back over to the counter, where you spotted him talking to Robin and a pair of older customers.

He was absolutely hamming it up, turning on his effortless charm that seemed to win everyone over. You saw Robin roll her eyes at something he’d said, which caused you to giggle. If you didn’t know Robin and considered her one of your best friends, you might have been jealous of her. She was effortlessly pretty, funny, smart, and her dynamic with Steve was something to behold. But she’d quickly reassured you that they were absolutely platonic, more like a brother and sister than anything, and that she absolutely had no desire for him or any man.

She caught your eye before mouthing something behind his back; you couldn’t quite understand but you were sure it had something to do with him being a dumbass. You gave her a small nod before walking back over to the counter, leaning against it as you reached for the newspaper just slightly out of reach. You figured that if no movie at the store sounded good, then maybe there would be something decent enough playing in theaters.

Just as you reached for the paper, the edge of one of the pages caught the tip of your index finger and nicked it. You hissed, immediately pulling your hand back and shaking it, “ouch.”

Your little sound of surprise caught everyone’s attention as Steve, Robin, and their couple of customers turned to look at you. Your face flushed with warmth as you let out a small huff before holding up your finger. A few drops of blood had welled up and fallen onto the newspaper as you shrugged lightly, “just a paper cut.”

“Baby,” Steve was standing in front of you in an instant, long, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist as he examined the almost non-existent little cut. The initial sting and surprise had worn off, but he still searched your face to make sure you were okay, “does it hurt?”

“You just gotta clean it with some alcohol and stick a band-aid on it,” the older man was trying to be helpful but Steve wasn’t having it. You tried to peek around his shoulder to thank the man, but Steve quickly stepped in the way.

“I’ve got it,” he waved him off, reaching for a tissue under the and gently wrapping it around your finger. You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend, your very overprotective, gentle, dopey sweetheart of a boyfriend. He ignored you, despite the fact that you knew you were watching him.

“Just wanna keep it clean - even the little cuts can get infected-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve’s hands found your face as he gave you a concerned look, “I’m going to go to the back and get the first aid, okay?”

“Stevie,” you leaned up and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, “I’m alright it’s already stopped bleeding.”

“You never know-”

“Steve,” you could both hear the amusement in Robin’s voice as she looked back at the two of you, “you’re going to smother her and I will be very mad if you’re the reason we don’t have her anymore.”

“It’s okay, Stevie,” you whispered softly, “I know you mean well.”

“I’ll be right back, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed as he quickly stepped past you, murmuring under his breath. You looked at Robin before both of you shrugged as if to say oh that Steve!

“You should keep him, you know,” the older woman gave you a small smile as she patted her husband’s arm, “the only people that panic over such a small thing are either crazy or in love. Or crazy in love. Either way.”

“Gladys,” the older man looked at his wife as she just smiled at him, “come on, we should get going before you meddle too much.”

“Alright, alright,” she agreed, “have a good afternoon, kids!”

You watched them go in silence, looking at Robin as she only offered you a knowing little smile. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before crossing your arms over your chest and looking away. Your whole face felt like it was on fire.

“Hey,” Steve came back out, waving the small box of emergency supplies. You were sure that you were staring at him with the softest of smiles and dreamiest look in your eyes. He seemed surprised by your silent response, turning to look over his shoulder to see what you could possibly be looking at. Robin cleared her throat before muttering something about having to go to the back to do some inventory, “w-what’s going on? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” you held out your hand to him and he quickly took it, lacing his fingers through yours. You took the kit from his other hand and set it onto the counter, “what am I looking at you like, love?”

"I don't know," a light of flush rose up on his cheeks as he tried to play off, "like I'm the best thing in the world or something. Like you…"

Oh. Oh. Oh. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks as he inhaled sharply before meeting your eyes. A small, nervous little smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. You'd managed to render Steve Harrington speechless.

"Like I what?" your voice was so soft and sweet like honey as you gently carded a hand through his hair, "like I love you?"

"Y-yeah," he almost choked on the word as he looked at you and huffed with nervous laughter, "something like that."

"Oh," you whispered, "that must be because I do. I love you, Steve Harrington."

His face fell for a second, before he was grinning like a fool, all of him practically lighting up. He bit the inside of his cheek for a moment before nodding lightly, his heart racing.

"I, ugh…let me clean your finger," his cheeks were pink as he leaned around you, grabbing the kit and popping it open, looking for an alcohol wipe. You couldn’t help but giggle softly at his response to your words. You’d been dating for a few months, had been friends for even longer, but neither of you had been quite brave enough to say those words yet. Until now…and that apparently threw Steve for a complete loop.

“Stevie?” He took your hand and gently wiped the cut, removing any remaining traces of blood and the ink of the paper before making a small noise of satisfaction. He reached for a band, ripping it open and wrapping it around your finger, making sure it wasn’t too tight. He still hadn’t said a word, “Steve.”

He looked back at you, his eyes soft, but nervous. He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it, “better?”

“Of course,” you promised, setting your hand on his face as you stroked his cheek, “perhaps a little overboard, but appreciated nonetheless. Did you hear what I said?”

“Well, you can never be too careful,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, bouncing slightly on his heels, “infections aren’t a thing to mess around with.”

“Steve.”

“One wrong move and it could easily spread and then boom - amputation.”

“Steve Harrington.”

“Y-yes?” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, bumping the tip of your nose against his, “you’re really pretty.”

“You’re really pretty too,” you kissed his nose and he made a small sound in the back of his throat, “did you hear what I said?”

“Uh huh,” he nodded lightly, “I just thought…maybe you meant someone else?”

You looked at him for a moment, his expression sheepish as he shrugged. You burst into a fit of laughter that took him by surprise, “who else would I be talking to? Is there another Steve Harrington in the room?”

“S-so you meant me?” he asked as you nodded, “you meant me. Wait - you love me? Are you sure?”

“Are you really asking me if I’m sure of my own feelings?” you tilted your head to the side and watched him with curious eyes as he opened and closed his mouth a few times. You gently took his face in your hands, hoping to calm him down, “relax, love. I’m telling you how I feel, yeah? I love you - I’m in love with you. Yes, you, Steve Harrington. I don’t want you to feel like you have to say it back, and you’re not obligated to. You can say it when you want - if it’s ever true. I don’t…expect you to. I guess-”

He cut off your nervous rambling, amused how quickly the roles had reversed, by leaning in and kissing you. His kiss was slow and languid but somehow still saccharine, tasting of the chocolate candy he’d eaten and your strawberry chapstick he’d stolen. Your hands dropped to his waist as he held you, one of his hands going to the back of your neck to hold you close. Steve kissed you till you were breathless and pulled back with a happy little smile.

“I love you,” he promised, letting out a nervous little chuckle, “I’m in love with you. I didn’t want to scare you off, but I was ready to say that a long time ago.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” he stole a few more soft kisses as you practically turned to putty in his arms, “yeah.”

“Get a room!” you could hear the exasperated tone of Dustin’s voice as the bell above the front door rang. You quickly pulled apart and found Steve’s brood of children watching you both with various expressions ranging from mild disgust to pure happiness, “we’re just children, we don’t need to see that!”

“Sorry,” you mumbled with a sheepish little smile, putting a hand on Steve’s chest to gently push him away, “we just, umm…”

“She had a paper cut,” Steve pointed lamely at your bandaged finger, which you held up, “was just..helping her.”

“By sucking off her face?” Lucas rolled his eyes as Max nudged him in the side, “don’t see how that helps with anything.”

“Shut up,” Max hissed as you and Steve exchanged a small laugh, “they’re dating. Let them be all…cute or whatever.”

“Guys,” Dustin sighed as he reeled everyone’s attention back, “this is all great, but we have much more important business at hand.”

“Which would be?”

“We have to figure out our movie marathon for this weekend. And snacks.”

You looked at Steve before laughing lightly and pressing your forehead against his. You kissed his cheek before sighing wistfully and whispering, “hey - I still love you, you know.”

“Me too,” he grinned, “I still love you too.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #joe keery #joe keery x you #joe keery x reader #st

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