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Alrighty, here’s a little doodle drop for the homies!!! Just need a little time before my next mini marines post/some more oc posts!—
Sooo doodles of the mini marines and some sona stuff :)
Trade offer: he gets blood for the blood god, you get death
Fun fact is that sunshine has a small collection of plushies but the one they carry around most is their blessed emperor plushie, it even glows with holy light!! Makes them feel that much safer 🥰
Awe look they’re bonding!! Brotherly love
A little tech priest, what could they be saying :0?! (Probably not much I just randomly drew ones and zeros)
Lazy condones world eaters— not clickbait?! 😱😱😱
Lil chaos spawn is so silly to me I love them so much
Smurf lazy!!
A little surprise under the cut
Kisses for all of you!!!!
Really just a huge thanks to all of you for liking, reblogging and just interacting with my stuff!! It’s really encouraging and I just giggle happily so much when I see it (just ask my mutuals I won’t stop talking about you all!-) but yeah. Thanks for enjoying my content and bringing me these little bits of joy everyday!!
Ik it’s not much but I love you all and am always happy to see a post take off thanks to you alls love for my goofy content!!! Hope you all having amazing days and stay safe 🫶🫶🫶🫶
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#lurv u all#my driving force istg#lazy’s quick post#I have more mini marines and lil chaos spawn I swear#lazy art#lazy speaks#mini marines 40k#lil chaos spawn#wh40k#wh40k art#Lazy sona 🫶#warhammer 40k#ultramarine#lamenter 40k#khorne berserker#world eater 40k#tech priest#40k tech priests
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you should do a sketchbook tour vid on here!! just a flip through! looks so kewl :)
OF COURSE!!!! i love showing my sketchbook. while not a totally comprehensive tour to hide some sensitive details, heres a bunch of pages/spreads that i like… or dont… ull find out!
tw: nudity, mild gore. nothing crazier than a nipple! but some SH :( please be cautious! my sketchbook is near and dear to me and i record nearly everything in it. good, bad and ugly
couple notes:
i keep 1 big pencil case with like 30 different pens and pencils and markers and… anything else i can fit in there really. other items, which are kept in numerous mini totebags (made for keychains) that are attached to said pencil case carry smaller items like erasers, pencil sharpeners, glue tape and and pos it notes for pasting. if anyone is interested in what i use traditionally i’ll happily share that too :D
as shown, the sketchbook is handmade (luv u bea!) and she went to a craft store looking fr a bunch of different colored and textured paper! a lot of the sheets accepts water color, which is a huge bonus. drawing on toned paper is always fun :D ive made sketchbooks before, and learning how to flat bind stitch is really easy!
theres something fulfilling in creating art in something that you made yourself. i’m not one to shy away from store bought, but after my bsf made this one for me anytime i find a sketchbook in store i end up comparing it to the one that was lovingly crafted for me. after i finish this book i’ll probably have to set aside some time to make a new one 🥲
#sketchbook#sketch#sketchbook tour#traditional#np speaks#asks#i do feel that sketchbooks are something deeply personal to all artists and can show how their minds work#which is why i LURV looking through others#i hope this also scratches the same itch!#im not a video editor (clearly) and will try to write captions sometime later. need to go to sleep#edit about 6 hours after posting: realized theres a couple drawings depicting sh#many tiny drawings get lost. i apologize for those who watched that were unwarned#tw gore#tw nudity#tw self h4rm#tw self harm#im mentally illllll#im doing better though#and thats all u can hope for :D
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BABY BABY BABY omg firstly love the facetime call w nagi fic i may have burst into tears T____T i miss him so much !!!!! AND SECONDLY !!! when i read the part where he scratches his stomach underneath his hoodie i immediately had a thought… nagi happy trail…. :xxx like imagine it’s white too and u just see it everytime he stretches (cause his tall ass can never get shirt oversized enough to not lift up when he does overhead stretches)… im so dizzy thinking abt it hehehehe i love sei 😵💫😵💫😵💫
AAAAA FANK U NONNIE !!! it makes me so happy u enjoyed it eeeee totes kicking my feet rn (੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾♡ OMIGOSH YES !!! i just had to include that bit & i eat breathe LIIIIVE for the nagi w the white happy trail agenda ! i def think he’s not clean shaven either . . he probs didn’t shave at all until u got together & then he started trimming a lil (he’s too lazy to do the whole thing) but honestly he pulls it off SOOOO WELL <3 mm mmmm mm long nagi in his oversized clothes you’ve got me arching up like shrimp !!! i’ll moan !!! :3
#ʚ ₊˚ 💬 — new emmail.#ʚ ₊˚ ⌕ — nonnie.#did we just become besties nonnie :3#STOP I LURV U ! U FUEL MY THOUGHTS SM <333#still giggling that u liked the lil nagi drabble ueueue#HE RLY IS SO SEXY ! i could literally just sit & stare at him all day HES SO PRETTY
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do u have any more infected hc *grabby hands*
YES I DO but not rly any more specific special infected ones i just have more general ones sorry :( but i am a firm believer that the special infected are like one big group together. almost like a family. that one post i made abt the tank being in the elevator to get smores supplies for the special infected campfire? yeah stuff like that. they hang out like buddies when there’s no survivors around. a smoker might use its tongue to let a jockey swing around on it like rope. a charger might race a hunter and see who can travel the farthest in one charge or pounce just for fun. a tank throws a hunter just to see if it’ll land on its feet or do some stunt like bounce off a wall. this is very much inspired by IsisMashiro’s left 4 dead work on deviantart i just love how they portray the special infected’s dynamics and make them interact with each other and the survivors. ik it doesnt rly make sense cause of how animalistic and violent they behave in game but i just think it’s fun to think about the infected being silly and having fun together.
i also think that some special infected might be more inclined to working solo to take down/weaken survivors as opposed to working with other specials. depends on the person and how the green flu has affected them.
i also believe that infected(common/uncommon/special) may engage in old habits or hobbies they may have had prior to being infected. i just think that there may be some part of their infected mind that recognizes such a thing and lets them act on it as a soothing thing. would that be considered coping mechanisms for them. maybe idk. a spitter was a guitar player before being infected? she might be found playing one to the best of her abilities[given the acid and such] as something to soothe her, and other infected that enjoy music may be drawn to the sound and behave more calmly. hunters might be seen doing parkour stunts for fun or playing chasing games with other hunters since that was likely what they did before infection. some infected might draw shapes in mud, dirt, sand—or even with bile or blood—if they were artsy before infection. just doing things like that that are familiar to them
#if that link doesnt work i’ll be so sad i dont have computer access rn#sorry if this isnt what u were looking for but i dont rly have many other specific special hcs :( other than thinking about how i did the-#-hunter + smoker. like their physiology affects their green flu mutation like some smokers have longer thinner tongues or shorter thicker-#-tongues. those same beliefs apply to all specials to me and both benefits and harms them. yknow#SORRY IF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE RGRHGJSJG im 😁 ya#i feel like a lot of my hcs have to do with biological wiring and yknow. fine w me i lurve thinking about thigns like that 😁#transmission received#foxfireartz
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i hit 60 followers i'd like to thank the academy for this
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OMG I wonder who voted for who... tell me tell me
#wanwan#I'M SO CURIOUS#tbh i love all of them so they are all bad bitches to me. so i won't get pissy if u chose one over the other#i just wanna know who my mutuals lurv more
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Hii I was hoping you could do a Luke castellan and Dionysus reader and the iconic line of “But Daddy I love him!” Imagine that Dionysus doesn’t approve of it at first and makes sure that reader and Luke don’t have activities together and it’s miserable for Luke, so Luke goes up to Dionysus makes him listen to him and Dionysus let’s them be together but threatens him but none the least let’s them be together! It could be a angst to fluff
(Sorry if I rambled!)
ohhhh this is good i lurv it! i hope u like it!
but daddy, i love him!; luke castellan
it was great that your father, lord dionysus was the director at camp half blood. when you first came, you were claimed almost immediately since he recognised you. weird claiming, but whatever.
you would often spend time with your father, given his frequent presence at camp. it would’ve been odd not to be close to him. but there was someone else who wanted to be close to you too. luke castellan never understood why and how a demigod could love their father like you did. he found it rather fascinating, since he didn’t really like his own father much.
so at every opportunity he could, whether it be sword fighting training or just at the campfire he’d try to talk to you… which pissed off dionysus. he didn’t want his only daughter, his little girl, to be taken away by the charming hermes boy. he despised the thought of it.
from that day onward, dionysus made sure that the hermes cabin had no activities that clashed with his own cabin. he made sure that the dionysus cabin teamed up with teams other than the hermes cabin for capture the flag. he did all he could to keep luke castellan away from his darling daughter.
it infuriated you, a simmering frustration bubbling within as you observed the repeated efforts of your father to keep luke at arm's length. each instance felt like a slap to the face, a reminder of the barriers created between you and someone who sought nothing but your company. you couldn't understand why your father was so adamant about keeping you apart, especially when you wanted to get to know luke.
you saw how at every opportunity, your father seemed to push away the hermes boy’s opportunity to talk to you. you saw how miserable the boy seemed, his eyes wandering to yours before breaking eye contact with you. you sigh, getting up from your table to talk to your father who sat with the satyrs.
“daddy, why are pushing luke away?”
“it’s simple, sweetheart. i can’t have my little girl swooned by handsome jerk.”
“you don’t even know him, daddy.”
“neither do you, y/n.”
your brows furrow, with your arms crossed against your chest. you had told your father previously about your admiration toward the boy, which was probably why there was a change in his attitude.
“but daddy, i love him!”
you exclaimed, luke watching you bicker with your father from a distance before watching you storm off. wonder what they were talking about. it hurt luke to see you upset, but he did notice that your father was staring in his direction. yeah.. they definitely talked about me.
luke felt the need to talk to the god about it. he couldn’t bear being so close yet so far from you. he hated that he couldn’t be the guy you laughed with. he got up from the hermes table, making his way toward the camp director.
“lord diony–“
“you may take your leave. i don’t wish to speak to you today.”
“i’ll get you a sauvignon 1992?”
“although that sounds delicious right now, still no.”
the god walked off to find his daughter, giving up after about 5 or so minutes then retreated to his sleeping quarters. luke on the other hand, was hatching a plan to persuade dionysus. he had to get him to say yes somehow.
for luke, the next few days was full of pestering the god. for dionysus, the next few days would be some he dreaded most. he saw luke’s face first thing in the morning and last thing at night. at this point, luke was going to beat chiron’s record of being in his face at all times.
luke finally got the time to sit down with dionysus one to one after curfew, after countless times of offering him a wine he stole while out in the city.
“sir, about your daughter.”
“so this is about my daughter, huh? you’ve been a real pest all day about it.”
“let me date court her, please.”
dionysus took a sip of the wine, savouring the sweetness of the dark red liquid. he hummed, swirling it in his glass.
“prove that you’re good enough for my daughter.”
“prove.. prove it?”
“you heard me bucko.”
the following day, luke did things he thought would prove his worth to dionysus. he helped out with tasks he usually wouldn’t take up and kept his day extra busy. by the end of the day, luke had done everything at camp. there wasn’t anything else he could’ve possibly done to prove himself, right?
“luke, my table.”
he heard a familiar voice speak, turning to see you which caused him to smile. he just hoped he didn’t look too foolish. he followed you to your table, sitting across from you and dionysus who was already for you both.
“okay, my blessing is given to you to court my daughter.”
wait.. it was that easy? dionysus stared down the hermes boy, his daughter practically giggling and blushing beside him.
“you better not break her heart kiddo. if you do, you’ll be shovelling pegasus poop for the rest of your time at camp.”
luke had no desire to for the rest of his time at camp shovelling poop, not like he would break your heart anyway. he had spent so much time trying to get your father’s blessing, so why would he break the heart of the only girl he envisioned his life with?
“yes sir.”
“alright alright go before i change my mind.”
dionysus flicked his wrist in a shooing motion, luke grabbing your hand and bringing you over to the hermes table.
a/n: i know the threat isn’t that serious but… personally i wouldn’t want to shovel poop…
#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan#percy jackson#luke castellan pjo#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan oneshot#luke castellan x fem!reader#luke castellan angst#luke castellan fluff#peach's fics
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oh beloved shivroy i come to your blog for succposting but that one drawing of garte has bewitched me body and soul. there are only a handful of garte lovers and understanders and i am happy to count you among the garte enjoyers. i dedicated the karaoke to him because i love him. tell me what you think of him please
HEY HELLO thank you FOREVER. GARTE!!!!! GARTE for u
when i played DE for the very first runthrough i was like Why is he so mean to me. me being harry and like as i was playing that first time i didnt exactly realize how much of a bastard harry is (i say with love). now i just love garte hes such a great character for atmosphere and his interactions with all other characters are perfect, wonderfully voice-acted and i lurve his portrait. MEOW lawrence garte
#give him his karaoke i feel like he deserves it for cleaning harrys room#art#fanart#disco elysium#de#lawrence garte#garte the cafeteria manager#THANK YOU SO SO MUCH
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daddy kink has me thinking, u and jude are at a party, hes talking to his friends and ur in a corner just looking at him and he looks TOO good and its making u think Thoughts, so u go behind him and whisper in his ear “ ‘m soaked, need u daddy” and hes choking on his drink and following u to the bathroom and 2 mins later hes fucking ur brains out
i lurv this🤭🤭he’s just looking so stupidly pretty and before u got to the party he’d been teasing u so ur already a little worked up and when you’d been sat together he’d had his hand on ur thigh but bc he’s a little shit he’d been rubbing it higher and higher up beneath ur dress. so now ur sat w ur friends while he’s talking w his but ur not paying any attention to the conversation around u, ur focus completely on jude and the way he’s laughing and the way his shirt tightens around his biceps whenever he takes a drink and it’s driving u crazy. just excusing urself to use the bathroom but ur passing jude on the way, leaning up to whisper in his ear all “ ‘soaked, daddy, need u to fix it” all breathy and whiney, lips teasing over his ear. and to everyone else it looks innocent but jude is choking on his drink and spluttering bc you’ve caught him off guard and that word makes him lose his mind in an instant. ur walking off and ofc jude is following u muttering something to his friends abt making sure ur alright. but the two of u end up fucking in the bathroom and he’s got u bent over the counter so u can watch urself in the mirror and he’s just all “awe poor girl just wanted daddy to take care of her” in such a mocking tone
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i desperately need onions on pussyjobs 🎤
outercourse in general is sooo hot to me but pussyjobs really just take the cake imo..
i think jisung (ofc) or chan maybe? would rlly love it :( maybe using it as a punishment for jisung? god just imagine him desperately humping your wet cunt with his cute leaky cock and begging you to let him put it in inside :(( telling him no bc his tip rubbing on your clit feels so good already so why should it matter what he wants?
i lurv the idea of chan fucking just the outside of your wet pussy until he’s close and jerking off until he cums all over your soaking wet cunt. would absolutely rub his cum all over your puffy pussy and your little clit just to make you squirm and push it inside you with his fingers. ohhh i need him badly (this same thing with minho or jeongin.. 😵💫)
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the way i had two asks abt such similar things
“i had a thought 💭 using jisung for your own pleasure, specifically straddling him while he’s laying in bed and he’s not allowed to touch you. he’s naked and you’re using his cock to masturbate. you’re holding his cock against your pussy, sliding it back and forth through your folds, pushing the head in just a little then pulling it out and rubbing the head of against your clit. grinding back and forth up and down moaning and whining his name. getting his cock sooo slippery. hannie is only allowed to look while you take him the way you want to 😭”
and i ever so agree like r u joking?? if you used this as a punishment for jisung he would just about DIE. going all “my baby, baby, ‘s so hot, so hot, i’m gonna- can i cum on you? on your pussy? please let me, please!”
and also i would like to bring up minho using it as a punishment too. “kitty’s so wet, i’m sliding through so nice, huh? wouldn’t it be nice if it was inside? ah, ah, don’t shift too quickly, jagi. it might slide in.”
OTHER THAN THAT I HAVE NO MORE ONIONS BC Y’ALL ATE ME UP WITH THESE ASKS JESUS CHRIST
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pinterest fits 😱
reference pics under cut as well as me yapping
i somehow didnt realize til after finishing it i kind of gave jabashiri his normal outfit but inversed color lolz..... but anyways i can imagine like he would like looser pants but hates when they drag on the floor lol. so he either cuffs them or tucks them into his shoes is theyre too baggy
kept hagure in his hoodie and big shorts combo lol.. i was gonna say i cant picture him in pants but then i realized. wait he witewally wore pants last ep... oh well. not putting him in his cap was also an internal battle
i think zabu would wear pretty similar clothes to his school uniform tbh; kinda sporty style jackets + pants, i decided on this outfit bc i wanted to go a little further from his school outfit and most of the other ones i liked for him were all black lol
okay SOOO tew be honest i was having trouble finding smtn i think he would wear + i choose random outfit from piwon killin it promotiuons i liked.. thank u jongseob✌😭 i feel like he'd definitely wear something more colorful + overall lighter pallet than this outfit lol but i liked the half skirt so 🤯👍
anyways if im talking what he'd actually wear... gonna ramble a lot oops,.... i'd lurve more info on like. all the characters' home lives... big family = i often just assume to having some money struggles at home, so i imagine most of his clothes are thrifted stuff. idk what the age gaps is here but he's the oldest sibling so he doesn't get hand-me-downs.. i like to think of him being a very caring big brother, and he doesnt rly care about if what he wears is consider feminine or masculine, so he keeps what he gets a pretty even balance of the two, thinking not just abt his own tastes but also what'll eventually go to his siblings. but then when they get passed down eventually his siblings end up fghting over who gets what.. "it was his skirt first and he's a boy, wdym you get it just bc your a girl?!" smtn like that loll
it's so preppy in here.!! ik the sweatshirt was just like lounge clothes but i reallyyyy loved that outfit for him lolzz... i wanna see him in more big sweaters and sweatshirts...
sorry for lack of marito and outa aughh.. i was struggling with both of them, outa especially i have rly no clue what to put him in XD
but marito i'd imagine in clothes kinda similar to in the flashbacks; his regular outfit is very different to that but kind of ?? idk hot topic pastel mall goth. if that makes sense
maybe something kinda like this but probably with tripps or some other baggy pants w more pink accents
i type this up at 2am + dont feel like proof-reading now bear with me if some of this does nawt make sense 😭👍
#if anyone wanna see a character in smtn else u can send me pics + i will try to draw thatttt#bucchigiri?!#bucchigiri#bucchigiri fanart#jabashiri nagare#hagure tatsuto#komao sakigake#zabu kakeru#matakara asamine
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popular vote | jjk (m)
➵ pairing: jungkook x female reader
➵ genre/au: 18+, porn with no plot at all whatsoever, smut, fluff, established relationship, political au (but not at all political bcs im just dumb)
➵ word count: 5.7k
➵ summary: jungkook gets elected as the youngest president and you’re there to celebrate his big win with him
➵ warnings & kinks: jaykay do be a lil dominant • sub reader with a dirty mouth • lil possessive jaykay • he calls her ‘little swan’ n ‘princess’ — honestly im mushy theyre saur cute • swearing • dirty talk • kissing • neck kisses • hair pulling • slight exhibitionism • biting • oral (m & f rec) • deep throating • jords’ famous spit kink makes a return agdfsgdhfg • fingering • size kink • unprotected sex • clit slapping w his cawk • cum swallowing • finger sucking •
➵ note1: betaed by @hobipaint, @amourtae, @baljinciaga, @m-yg93 & @rkivian. banner by @kth1. honourable mention to jj who fought for this <333 lurv u
➵ masterlist | feedback
Your fingers work diligently, scrambling at the lapels of his tightly fitted blazer while the other begins to undo the buttons of the crisp jacket. Jungkook manages to push the door open with the heel of his shoe, pulling you in right behind him. The door closes with a slam as he presses you up against the structure, hard enough that a painting of a historical member of the political institution rattles on impact.
A gasp sneaks past your lips as the air is knocked out of your lungs followed by a small giggle at the situation. You don’t have much time to catch your breath because one of Jungkook’s hands is firmly attached to the door while the other holds your hips tight so you can’t escape him; a thigh slides in between your own legs, parting them and pressing it against your core.
“____ - fucking hell, you’re just so - .”
Jungkook is lost in the pleasure as he dips towards your neck, manoeuvring past your blouse collar, licking, nipping and biting at the skin — making sure that everybody knows just who exactly it is you belong to.
“Mhm, look at me,” you manage to persuade.
You run your fingers through your husband's onyx locks, watching as some of the gelled strands fall from the hairstyle and in front of his beautiful face. He smiles gently, his teeth on full display as he sweeps you up off of your heels and twirls you around in his arms, tucking his head into your shoulder and placing affectionate little kisses in the crook of your neck.
Today is a special day for the both of you, but especially for Jungkook. After years of dedication and hard work, Jungkook had just been elected President; the youngest in history to be exact. All the late night meetings that he would have to attend, skipped dates, and missed anniversaries have all been worth it for this moment; holding your husband's hand and walking this path with him.
Jungkook has always had the vigour and drive for this. Knowing from a young age that he always wanted to make a difference in the world, to strive, eager to create a legacy — being President was how he knew he could make a real tremendous difference. And truth be told, you could not be any prouder than you are at this moment.
Your arms wrap tightly around Jungkook as he continues to spin you around the small room before he sets you down and brushes his lips against your forehead. A gesture he always did in a moment of glory.
“How are you feeling, little swan?” Jungkook sighs against your head, his breath warming your flesh.
You keen at the nickname he shares with you. ‘Little swan’ being what he calls you as you had always held yourself with such gracefulness and elegance; even before standing by his side through his presidential run. It is as if you were born to be here by his side as his First Lady.
You slowly pull away from the warmth of his body, keeping your hands entwined around his neck. Jungkook’s eyes never break away from you, watching as your own eyes start to well up.
“I’m thinking about just how proud I am of you. How proud I am to have you as the leader of our country. But most of all, how proud I am to call you my husband,” you say, blinking away the tears quickly before they could fall and ruin your makeup.
Jungkook, without an ounce of hesitation, softly kisses you with his petal-like lips. It’s slow, tender and loving; unlike the kiss that you both shared just a few moments ago. His hand slides around your waist and pulls you back towards his body, resting it on the small of your back.
His tongue slips out and presses against your lips, eventually parting them and sliding in to tangle with your own. The kiss grows more heated as minutes pass, both of you opening your mouths simultaneously to allow further access.
Every part of your body sparks underneath Jungkook’s dextrous fingertips, making it hard to keep quiet. Your own digits thread through the hair at the nape of Jungkook's neck, finding the little curls and gently gripping them in your palm. Jungkook moans into your mouth and you swear you can feel his heart rate pick up like an insistent drum beat. Twisting your head, you deepen the kiss further, allowing his tongue to roll over and around yours as if trying to savour every single tiny detail about this day to memory. The sounds of mouths smacking together fills the room and you find yourself so indulged in his kiss that you let out low moans as Jungkook swallows them up.
With no warning, Jungkook lifts you back into his arms and takes slow strides to the other side of the office, where he places you down on top of the desk. His right hand slithers behind you to find the zipper at the back of your skirt and teasingly tugs it down ever so slowly.
Your own hands work in tandem with each other to work on the buttons of Jungkook’s shirt, getting impatient before you tear the fabric right down the middle, listening as the buttons fall onto the table and floor around you, revealing your husband's toned physique.
“Someone’s eager,” Jungkook smirks, his eyes glittering from the soft yellow lights above.
Grinning, you reply, “I’m never a patient person around you, baby”
His face inches closer to yours once more, his breath ghosting over your face where you can smell the faint scent of peppermint from his gum and the sweet flowery scent from his cologne he applied this morning. Jungkook's lips are barely touching yours and when you tilt your head and pull him towards you by the neck once more, he pulls back.
“Well maybe I should teach you a thing or two. That’s the only way you’re going to get what you’re craving.” Jungkook quips. You allow your eyes to flutter shut as you revel in the feeling of his weight against you.
Rolling your head to the side, you allow Jungkook to leave his own bites and sucks from your ear and down your neck. Never one to linger, his lips travel down your jaw, his tongue tickling against your skin as he works down to your neck, nipping at the skin before laving over the small marks before sinking his teeth into the juncture of your throat and shoulder.
You groan in frustration but keep the smile on your lips, knowing that when you play the intolerant card that Jungkook will soon enough put you back in your place.
Removing yourself from the desk, you twist your body around and place both hands flat firmly against the wooden desk, bending over to make sure the curve of your ass presses into Jungkook.
“Is it so wrong that I just want Mr. President to fuck me?” You purr, swaying your hips menacingly.
Before you can continue using your hips to tease Jungkook, his hands travel to your sides, halting your lustrous movements.. His fingers slide through the hem of your skirt and bunches it in his fists in a tugging motion. His fingertips graze your skin every so often, leaving a path of goose bumps to rise. You feel the clothing pool at your heels in a ‘swish’ motion followed by Jungkook who finds himself on his knees, lifting each one of your legs once to move the clothing from your feet — pressing wet kisses to the back of your calves.
Jungkook gets back to his feet, his hands leisurely trailing up your sides, past your hips and waist, feeling the lace of your underwear under his digits and then finally reaching your chest. “Leave the heels on,” he announces as he moves his palms around and cups both of your tits in each hand and firmly squeezes them a little harder than necessary prompting a moan from you.
The way his index finger and thumb slides past the lace fabric of your bra to find your nipples makes your legs weak. He rolls the hardened bud over and over until he begins to feel your body tremble against him.
He removes himself from your tits in favour of grabbing your hair at your nape and pulling you flush against his body. Leaning down, he directs his kiss bitten lips towards your neck and nibbles at the underside of your ear and squeezes your breast again. “I would never have been able to do this without you,” Jungkook whispers in your ear before suckling your earlobe into his mouth and grazing the flesh in between his teeth.
Jungkook pushes his thigh in between your legs and parts them. You moan on command as he starts to press into your pussy. Your back arches further into his chest as you feel your slick stick to your underwear.
Wasting no time, Jungkook manages to turn you around to face him once more and presses his swollen lips back into yours. Immediately, you part your lips and massage his tongue with your own messily, where teeth clash. Your nimble fingers tremble as they undo the top button of Jungkook’s pants.
You pop it open after a struggle, trying to concentrate on his mouth on yours and eventually you pull the zipper down and dip your hand into his Tom Ford boxers you love so much. Moving one hand over his hard dick, you rub tauntfully, making sure to add a bit of pressure once you near his tip and Jungkook releases a deep growl into the open air.
His cock is hard, heavy and slightly wet from the copious amounts of pre-cum that has leaked from his tip. You’re able to work your wrist in a fluid motion, making sure to spread his cum around from tip to base and back again. You break the kiss and look into your husband's eyes, taking in the beauty of his own — deep shades of spellbinding chestnut.
“Fuck, you’re so good with your hands,” he hums. "I'm yours, little swan. Every inch. Take what belongs to you.”
With one last kiss to his lips, you sink to your knees and look up to Jungkook from down below. With his head thrown back, shirt hanging off his shoulders showing off the sweat that is beginning to show on his skin, he looks so utterly beautiful in the throes of his pleasure. You grip tightly at his unzipped pants and pull them down far enough to release his pretty cock and watch it bop in front of you.
There is something so erotic about the way you handle Jungkook. The way you swallow harder than usual at the sight of him, even after all these years. It’s the way your fist can never quite close fully when you take him into your hand — his girth too big for your hand to fully wrap all the way around.
You watch on mesmerised as Jungkook still hardens under your touch, not believing that he could grow any more yet you’re always taken by surprise. Your hand pumps him diligently. Slow and tight. The leaking precum aiding you in an easy glide and then making sure to flick your wrist just the way he likes it at the tip.
“Is this how you want me? On my knees, messy and drooling for you,” you tease, wanting nothing more than to please the man in front of you.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jungkook’s voice is breathy as his responses comes out in a broken moan. Looking down below, Jungkook wraps your hair around his fist and edges you closer to his cock. Once you’re close enough, he wraps his own hand around his base and presses the head to your parted lips, making sure to spill anything from his cock onto your lower lip.
You nudge closer and let your tongue glide smoothly down his shaft, feeling the way the veins that run on the underside pulses in your mouth before pulling back and licking your lips salaciously to savour the salty taste of him as it tingles your taste buds.
Continuing to use your tongue, you wrap your mouth around him and beckon yourself further down his cock, pulling back and then teasing the slit with the point of your tongue. The noises from above you catch your attention as you watch Jungkook in euphoric bliss, enough to spur you to sink back down again.
Your hand continues to stroke whatever parts of his length you can’t quite reach. Every so often, you pull off completely and drag your thumb across the slit, mixing his cum and your spit into a messy mixture and using it as a form of lube for movement.
The fist in your hair tightens at your actions and pulls you off of his cock completely. You look up at him through wet lashes and a wicked grin on your face — a silent plea for him to give you more. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out and let the pearly liquid on your tongue run down the muscle.
Jungkook grabs at his base again and catches the concoction from your tongue with the tip of his cock before he takes control and forces in as much of his cock into your mouth as you can possibly take. You gag around him as he places his second hand onto the back of your head to keep you still, using your hair to guide your movements backwards and forwards onto his dick, every thrust pushing further past the barricade of your throat.
“Oh… my God. _____, t-that feels s-so good,” he hisses, his hips not stopping snapping into your face.
As the words leave his mouth, you push yourself further towards his hips and swallow his cock whole. Your nose is pressing up against his pubic bone as the tears once gathered at your lashes fall freely, effectively ruining your makeup you tried hard to keep pristine previously.
Jungkook’s movements still and he bends forward while keeping you in place as he feels you swallowing around him, the constricting pressure of your throat around him pushing him closer to his orgasm.
Before long, you’re pulled off of his dick and suck in a breath to aid the lack of oxygen your body hadn’t received. You’re quick to sink yourself back down on him and repeat your actions once again. Licking up and down, you extend your tongue and massage him thoroughly, making sure to caress and give extra attention to the crown, knowing that this is the most sensitive part for him.
Both Jungkook and your own breathing increases in the midst of the pleasure. The addition of the vibrations coming from your throat adds to the wet friction your mouth is providing. Your hand creeps up and wraps around where your mouth can’t reach. Jungkook throws his head back as his hand on the back of your head tightens and guides you back and forth.
You feel him shiver from above you as it all becomes a little too much for Jungkook. Not wanting to come just yet, he pulls out of your throat, past your tongue and watches as a river of saliva that connects him to your mouth snaps and dribbles down your chin, down to your chest and tits and onto his dress pants.
Jungkook is quick in removing his shirt from his back and throwing it to join the rest of both your discarded clothes before lifting you off the ground and placing you onto the desk behind him with your legs dangling off the desk while the rest of you lay back on the wood which is a cool contrast to your own temperature. He kisses you lewdly one more time causing you to repeatedly moan loudly into the kiss, every sound being devoured by his demanding mouth. A hand grips your hips and another finds your chest and trails its way up until you feel it wrap around your throat, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head and mind searing.
A deep, steady inhale from Jungkook brings you back to reality, feeling him release your throat from his grip and begin their travel again, ghosting over the valley between your tits, barely touching your skin before tracing them over your nipples.
He squeezes one of your breasts, watching as the bud beneath his hand stiffens in his hold, sending a wave of pleasure to you. Rolling the bud in his skilled fingers, you throw your head back and open your mouth in a silent whimper for him. Jungkook continues to roll, pinch, and pull on the bud before making his way to the other, making sure to give it the same pleasure.
“It’s my turn to show you just how appreciative I am of you, little swan.”
You aren’t given any time to respond before Jungkook peels your thighs apart and places one of your heels on the desk whilst the other is thrown over his shoulder. He presses down on each thigh to keep you still and kneels down, levelling your pussy. His dark eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, admiring the way your body reacts to every move he makes.
Gathering a glob of spit in his mouth, Jungkook pulls your underwear to the side and parts your pussy with his index and middle fingers, letting the saliva drip out his mouth with no rush and watches as it spreads across your sticky cunt and his fingers.
He runs the wet fingers up and down your pussy, making you squirm underneath him. He is slow and calculated with his movements, brushing his thumb against your clit, making sure to clamp down on the swollen bundle before sliding both fingers in with little friction, just to watch your body jolt in response.
Wordlessly, Jungkook starts a fast rhythm of pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy over and over again; twisting it once his knuckles reach your entrance as you buck your hips for more.
Jungkook dips his head down and licks and nips a line from your navel south to your cunt. His greedy mouth flattens the muscle and licks down up the mess he created through the length of your pussy with enthusiastic and unrestrained fervour, watching your eyes flutter shut, back arching as you bite on your knuckles to keep quiet.
He opens up your folds and sucks on your clit harshly, bringing waves of pleasure to wash over you. His tongue merely sucks and swallows every dribble of your released juices as he coaxes you towards your high in record time. His tongue finds your clit, softly swirling around the sensitive little bud. The taste of you is sweet like honey but Jungkook believes the sounds you make are even sweeter.
“Oh, fuck, b-baby,” you mumble, pleasure taking over every part of your body. “So good with your tongue.”
You feel Jungkook grin against your pussy as his hand gripping your thigh tightens and his tongue picks up the pace as he presses closer into you. Your words are rewarded with quick flicks and sucks to your clit causing your back to arch completely off the desk.
“Gotta stretch your tiny pussy open if you want me,” Jungkook goads.
Going back straight to work, Jungkook’s focus falls solely on your pussy as he buries his face in your cunt and laps at your slick again and again, riling you up towards your orgasm. The way his name keeps slipping through your teeth is music to Jungkook’s ears causing him to unconsciously keep your hips against the desk and pull you closer to him so there is no escape from his ministrations.
Increasing the pace, both of you can hear the sounds of your pussy squelching from his fingers and he ponders the thought of just how pornographic it all is. You can feel a ghosting smirk on his lips as you keen at the pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you near your high. Little whimpers leave your mouth without a care, and you know that if there are to be any of Jungkook’s servicemen outside the room, they would be able to hear every fine detail going on in this room.
The melodic sounds falling from your lips made Jungkook’s heart flutter, spurring him on to consume you fully. He hums his praise straight into your wet slick, drinking everything you give to him. Your breathing is jagged and your fingers find his hair, blindly tugging at the roots in a silent plea for more.
He sinks his fingers into you again and this time you let the scream that has been harbouring out, not caring at all about who is about. He doesn’t stop this time, fucking you with his fingers until your body is numb from everything but euphoria as your climax leaves your breathing ragged.
“You’re so perfect, and all mine,” he whispers into your pussy, devouring every little part of you. “I can’t wait to show you off to the world.”
Jungkook never stops working you through it, mouthing at your clit, pushing his tongue further into your pussy to swallow every last drop of your produce. The fist in his hair clamps down with force and he groans, doing nothing to stop you. Your mouth is open, an endless stream of cries escaping until your hips fall limp on the desk with ragged breaths and trembling legs.
Eventually, Jungkook stills his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and closes his eyes, concentrating on the way your pussy clenches around his fingers rapidly. Tighter and tighter you clench around him, feeling like a knot in a rope that is being pulled from both ends and on its way to unravelling just for him.
Before long, he withdraws his fingers slowly as you hiss at the emptiness created. He holds his fingers in the air and you lift your head to see his digits glisten under the lights.
“You’re such a messy girl, aren’t you?” he whispers, spreading his fingers so you can see the strings of slick sticking between them, a clear substance connecting the appendages. Jungkook's lips wrap around one of the coated digits and moans appreciatively. “Always taste the sweetest, little swan,” he moans. “Wanna taste?”
You nod your head and open your mouth for Jungkook to feed you his other finger. Your lips wrap around him and you suck diligently for your husband as you clean them off carefully, your tongue circling and lapping up at the taste of your own mess creating a filthy wet sound resounding as you do.
A long, loud whimper is played for you from deep within Jungkook’s chest as he watches you suck on his finger. His eyes are full of lust and hunger. Removing himself from your mouth, Jungkook’s hand finds your throat and wraps around, bringing himself closer to you so he can claim your lips once more in a rough and possessive kiss, biting your bottom lip and pushing his tongue into you fully. This is the side you love about Jungkook. Strong. Assertive. Commanding. Exactly the traits he’ll bring to his presidency.
“Open.”
You open your mouth on command as Jungkook leans over the top of you once more and spits right into the back of your throat, watching as you swallow it down without a fuss, making sure to let your tongue hang open to show that you’ve taken it all.
“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Jungkook says softly. “Come here, turn around for me,” he tells you as he taps your thigh twice.
You kick off your heels and turn around, feeling Jungkook clutch at your shoulder and shoving your upper body down onto the desk. He is quick to remove you from your underwear, pick up a leg and place it on the desk before positioning himself behind you. You adjust yourself onto your elbows, readying yourself for him to sink in.
A low gasp leaves your lips as he presses himself against you and guides the blunt head of his cock through your folds, wetting it in your arousal. Jungkook thrusts unhurriedly through your slick, making sure to take his time to rile you up.
“Jungkook, please,” you beg.
A deep laugh comes from behind you as he resumes gliding his length in and out of your slit to coat himself. Your hips roll back towards Jungkook automatically in an attempt and hope that he would slip inside to relieve you from the growing tension in your body. But it never happens. He just pulls further away from you with a disapproving sigh before pressing the tip of his length back through your folds and leaving you frustrated both physically and emotionally.
Over and over again he does this until the leg that is on the floor that is keeping your weight centred is shaking and your forearms are straining as they fight to keep you upright.
“Be a good girl and tell me what it is you want?”
You open your mouth to give him an answer but before you have the chance, Jungkook slaps your clit with his cock and you stutter and fumble all over your words. You squirm restlessly and eventually your arms admit defeat and give out causing your chest to collide with the desk.
“I can’t hear you, little swan.”
“P-please Jungkook, I want you,” you wail, tears gathering at your lashes the more frustrated you become. “I want you to fuck me, Mr President.”
The use of his new title seems to be the key to grant you exactly what you need. With a snap of his hips, Jungkook buries his cock into you with an erotic moan, feeling the way you suck him in full to the brim and clench around him.
Your vision blurs, mouth wide open in a silent cry as he stills inside of you, feeling the head of his cock press against the furthest part of you. Your arousal only flows further and coats both Jungkook’s cock and your inner thighs in a sticky gleam as he drags himself from you in a record slow pace, making sure you feel every inch of him.
“Shit, you’re such a needy girl aren’t you little swan. You want my cock, is that it?” You whimper softly at the look he gives you — a look of hunger like he is getting ready to devour every single part of you.
Within a matter of seconds, Jungkook pushes back into your pussy, his hands finding each side of your waist and pulls you further back onto him. His thrusts are quick and precise, you feel like your insides are being rearranged and nothing has felt better.
Everything about the way Jungkook fucks you feels so good. His cock is rubbing against your cervix in the most pleasurable ways with each thrust that is delivered. The desk below you creaks from the weight being ploughed into it and you laugh as you watch the contents on the tabletop fall to the ground from his thrusts.
You find yourself laying flat against the surface, mouth open and drooling from the onslaught brought to your pussy from the man behind you. Each time he would slam into you, a wail of ecstasy at the feeling of fullness and the way he stroked your velvety walls with each thrust fills the open air.
Jungkook's hands slithers down to your sides and tugs both of your wrists behind your back. He holds them clamped one on top of the other, securely locked in one of his own as he picks up the pace. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of your ass as it bounces with the force of his thrusts, raising his other hand and slapping the flesh on either side. You give an experimental clench around his dick once more and hear him mewl from behind you.
Jungkook pulls out until just his tip is nestled into you before sinking back into you going as deep as he possibly can. You let out a small shriek at the motion as he pulls himself back out of your quivering hole and pushes back in, in another fluid motion.
“Fuck, let me see you,” Jungkook grunts into your ear.
Your brow furrows as he twists your body around in his hands, your mouth dropping open as he sits you on the desk with your legs spread apart, giving him plenty of space to step in between and sink back into you. He is fast enough to catch you in another kiss, rough and hard as his hips regain their ruthless pace with only one thought in his mind — you sobbing his name, clenching around him with everything you have, your slick coating you both as you cry over and over, trembling.
“Baby, I’m going to come,” a strangled scream rips through you, eyes shutting tight and pushing the tears from the corner of your eyes down the sides of your face.
The sounds of his grunts fill the space around you both as he begins picking up the pace, watching the way your tits bounce with the impact. You wrap your legs around Jungkook and lock your ankles together to pull him closer to you as he balances his hands on the desk on either side of you.
You feel his lips on yours again as he continues to fuck you, hungry for every taste of you as his hand grips your hip with a little more force. You groan into the kiss, reaching up to lay your hand on the nape of his neck, only to have the groan turn to a whimper when he nibbles at your bottom lip.
“Let go little swan, give me all of you.”
Jungkook looks like some sort of god as he hovers over you, pleasuring you in the only way that he knows how; drawing sounds from you that you never thought you would make so publicly with the knowledge of people just outside the door. Yet, he drinks in your melody of noises, both of your heads spinning in euphoria as you both listen to the sounds of skin on skin resounding in the small office space. His name on your lips sounding like the most beautiful thing he has ever heard as you cry it out in pleasure.
Your walls clamp around his cock as he stills inside of you after a particular hard rut. Your mouth opens in pleasure, and legs tremble around Jungkook as your orgasm overtakes you and you spill your juices all over his dick. Jungkooks head dips down and presses his lips into the hollow of your throat and nips the skin harshly as he continues to thrust over and over into your oversensitive pussy. His eyes catch his cock dragging out of you covered in white, watching as it spreads across your thighs and the desk below you.
“O-oh, shit, _____.” The sight itself is enough to make Jungkook still entirely as he finally comes without warning, spilling inside of you with his hips pressed firmly against yours. He whimpers as his cock twitches and he captures your lips with his again as his hips give little thrusts through the aftershocks of his euphoria, a never ending stream of his cum being pushed inside you.
Your lips still pressed together, you both hiss as you are both overcome with sensitivity, tears of euphoric pleasure staining both of your faces.
Slowly, your body grows lax and you can feel Jungkook start to pull himself out from you before grabbing at the handkerchief inside his suit jacket pocket and using that to wipe himself clean. He makes his way to you and watches as his cum seeps from out of your pussy and joins the mess that you made on the desk earlier. He giggles softly and begins to clean you up. Jungkook leans in and kisses you sweetly this time, his hand coming up to your face and runs it across the highest point of your cheeks to wipe away the tear stains left on your face. Gentle fingers brush away the hair from your face before he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead that you return with a kiss to his chest.
A small knock on the door breaks you both out of the momentary bliss you have entered as you both scramble to pick up your clothes that had been haphazardly thrown around the office.
“Who is it?” You ask, trying everything in your power to suppress the giggle threatening to leave your mouth.
“Um, this is Vice President Kim Seokjin.” There is an awkward pause for a moment as you and Jungkook stare at each other wide eyed, trying hard not to burst into laughter. “We are waiting for President Jungkook to make out and make his public speech…”
At this, both you and Jungkook subsequently let out fits of giggles as you both remember that after the election there is always the first public speech to be made by the elected president and his first lady.
It is about to become painfully obvious to the whole world what went down in this room and there is no way either of you were about to live this down.
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meet me behind the mall✫*ﾟ･ﾟ
steve harrington x fem!reader
part ii — 9/25/22
summary: steve was never yours to lose. you went in knowing that, but god, you'd give anything to go back to that summer. a tale of childhood enemies, kisses in cars, and the best summer of your life. inspired by my favorite track from folklore. enemies to almost lovers. focuses primarily on seasons 2, 3, and 4. (angst, fluff, smut)
warnings: afab!fem!reader, language, angst, fluff, smut (18+), dom!steve strikes again except he's a lil meaner, sub!reader, drinking/use of alcohol, but no use of sir or daddy etc, praise + degredation combo yktv, oral (m!recieving, mentions of f!receiving), mentions of penetration (pls remember to practice safe sex!!), mentions of fingering, use of pet names, size kink (for like one second), dirty talk, no use of y/n, kinda asshole!steve but pt ii is gonna be more soft s3 steve. promise. all characters are 18+, beta'd (freakin finally) by @flwersgarden, @royalmaybank, @appocalipse, and @kissmxcheek
word count: 9,596 (jeez. now u all see why it took so long)
notes: first of all: thank you to my absolutely lovely proofreaders/editers/besties. you all are always kind, always encouraging, always loving. you motivate me on my most unmotivated days. i admire you all so much as writers and as wonderful people. with that being said, it's been a while, hasn't it! so sorry for the delay. college is very overwhelming! anyways, as you see above, the sequel will (hopefully) be out in two weeks. this is part i of iii so strap in everybody. enjoy! xox olive
p.s. 500 followers wtf??? thankyou im gonna stinkin cry. and as always, reblogs are greatly appreciated. thank u for the lurv (srsly)
when steve harrington loves someone, he makes it known. which perfectly explains why he didn’t want to make you known.
you wanted him to be the boy who walked you up your driveway, moths fluttering against the porch light overhead. you wanted him to take your chin between his fingers and tilt your lips toward his. you wanted to taste the watermelon lip balm he’d borrowed from you. you wanted him to wait until you unlocked the door, almost slipping inside, before turning around to feel the plush of his lips against yours just once more.
and you foolishly believed that he could be that boy.
instead, you got rushed calls asking you to meet him behind the mall in his BMW and a stupid nickname.
steve was probably your greatest enemy (no, you’re not exaggerating. a years-long feud has earned him that title). but it was fine. after all, you had your best friend robin. the two of you were planning on moving to california after high school, dreaming of a shabby apartment with peeling paint that you’d cover up with photos of friends and posters. maybe you’d coparent a cat. you didn’t even know what you wanted to do with your life, yet. you just couldn’t handle hawkins anymore. it was a drab little town, rusted and decaying. not quite past its prime — there wasn’t really ever a prime. you just wanted more.
steve was your next door neighbor. to say things had been rocky between the two of you would be an understatement. your parents were on good terms, and you and steve used to be sort-of-maybe-kind-of friends.
it all started when an ice cream truck pulled onto your ritzy street. you ran out of your house at full force: nine years old, with one tooth missing in the front. you had begged your mom for her spare change right before you sprinted out the door. you just had to get the last cherry ice pop. but someone was there before you; you watched as the truck driver placed a red “x” over your precious ice pop flavor. you were dejected, preparing to go back inside when you caught a glimpse of a striped shirt out of the corner of your eye. it was steve harrington, your older next door neighbor who lived just over the fence to the right of you. you threw a determined look in the direction of the brown-haired boy before marching up to him. you tapped him on the shoulder and he looked at you, confusedly. you held out your little palm, coins clinking and set in the center.
“i’ll pay you extra for that ice pop,” you said, your mouth set into a serious line. steve seemed interested, quirking his brows up, hazel eyes shimmering in the indiana humidity. “how much do you have?” he asked, nodding at your hand. you counted the coins in your hand. “i have one dollar. and i know you paid fifteen cents for that ice pop. i’ll give you the whole dollar for it.” he pondered your deal for a couple of seconds before saying, “nah, i’m good!” and walking around you, back toward his house. you turned around to chase him as as he walked toward his house. “please, steve! cherry is my favorite,” you begged, putting on your best pitiful face that always worked on your parents and stopping right in front of him. you watched as his face changed, and you thought you’d won. “oh cherry’s your favorite?” he asked. you nodded so vigorously that your summer dress waved in the muggy air. “tough luck,” he said before unwrapping the ice pop and taking a big bite in front of you. you stood there, mouth agape as he exaggeratedly enjoyed what should’ve been your ice pop, right in front of you no less! he licked his crimson-dyed mouth as he threw the barren popsicle stick into the garbage can in his driveway. “see you around, cherry,” he said as he walked up to his porch and slammed the door to his house.
that’s how you became cherry to steve and steve only. he annoyed you every day of your life with that stupid fucking nickname.
on your first day of freshman year, you popped into the entrance of hawkins high with robin, your best friend since middle school. steve saw you, whistled, and yelled down the hall, causing everyone to stare at you: “hey, sweet cherry! look at you, all grown up.” your excited face morphed into a fiery glare as you angrily walked past him, skirt swishing. his goons howled and cackled as you seethed, robin turning around to flip them off.
it wasn’t like the two of you fought every time you were around one another. okay, it totally was. but it was because he was such an insufferable dickhead and you were definitely not going to take his bullshit lying down.
he started dating nancy during your sophomore year, something you learned as you walked to his car in the morning, opening the door to the passenger side before his hand shot out to stop you. you rolled your eyebrows. “steve, i have a big history test today and i’m not in the mood for whatever the fuck you’re doing.” he rolled his eyes back at you. “we’re picking up my girlfriend,” he said, kicking at the loose gravel in his driveway. your eyebrows flew to the top of your forehead. “girlfriend?” your voice rising so high in pitch that it came out as a squeak. “and you haven’t managed to be an utter douche yet?” he rolled his eyes so hard you were afraid they'd get stuck there. “just get in the backseat, cherry,” he said as he slid into the car.
you looked at the smooth leather incredulously as steve adjusted his rearview mirror. you gingerly pushed your bag into the car, making sure your body touched the seat as little as possible. “i don’t even want to know what’s happened back here,” you said as you shuddered. steve caught your gaze in the mirror, a piece of gum popped in his mouth. “y’know, cherry, you’ve had many chances to find that out for yourself,” he said with a teasing lilt to his lips. you scrunched your nose in disgust and made a retching noise. “i’d rather drink a t-shirt through a straw,” you said in a huff. to your surprise, he actually laughed.
you hadn’t been paying attention, choosing to review your history notes one more time and so you didn’t realize you pulled up to the wheeler house. now, you were extra intrigued. steve honked twice and rolled down the window as nancy wheeler approached, giving her a kiss at which you gagged. he glared at you through the rearview mirror.
“nancy, you know cherry. my enemy,” he said as he pulled out of her driveway, a hand on the back of the passenger seat. you saw the veins and tendons in his arm flex under suntanned skin from a summer of lake days and pineapple sunscreen. nancy gave you a shy smile, which you returned. you also told her your real name and explained to her that for some reason, her dipshit boyfriend couldn’t let go of something that happened when you were kids. she laughed prettily at your words and a weird feeling settled on your chest, an unwelcome and quite frankly, bothersome weight. she returned to a gooey conversation with steve, letting you simmer uncomfortably in the backseat.
you blocked out their lovey-dovey-whatever-the-fuck with your flash cards.
you hated yourself for it, but when steve and nancy started falling apart, you were kind of glad. you’d actually gotten pretty close to nancy because of all the carpooling, often seeking one another out during your classes to giggle about something one of the basketball jocks said. so you hated yourself for your glee at seeing them leave separately at a halloween party. you didn’t even really understand why it felt like that intrusive weight had been lifted from your chest. you convinced yourself that you were just relieved that youur dear friend dumped that idiot.
at the moment, you were dressed up in your sluttiest costume, batting away gross high school boys who tried to woo you. you were dressed as a pixie: a form fitting, dark green dress, so short that the distressed skirt barely brushed the top of your thighs. you finished off your look with a cute pair of wings. you were just trying to enjoy the night with robin; the two of you made it a habit to people-watch at these things. well, because drunk people were funny and easy to make fun of. it’s not mean, it’s just the truth.
you saw steve walk in and immediately nudged robin to snort at his stupid risky business costume, but then he took his sunglasses off. and he saw you. and he looked you up and down over the edge of those stupid sunglasses. and he ran his stupid tongue over his stupid pretty mouth. and maybe it was the vodka running through you (cherry flavored of course), but god, in that moment, you just wanted him.
you shook yourself from your lustful stare and broke eye contact with him. he slipped his glasses back on and followed a very distressed looking nancy deeper into the party. again, probably the cherry vodka, but you didn’t seem to notice her coming your way. she called your name to get your attention and an easy smile made its way onto your face. “nance!” you giggled as you moved to squeeze her. she laughed at your tipsy self and made sure that you were okay before giving steve an unsure look and getting herself a drink. you were left with steve as he took off his sunglasses again, just to look you in the eye. you looked to your left, but robin was nowhere to be seen.
“you look good, cherry,” he said lowly, taking you in once again.
your breathing was a little uneven. “tha-thank you,” you said, looking at your green fingernails against the red of the solo cup in your suddenly clammy hands. he leaned one arm against the wall behind you, blocking your view of the kitchen.
“really good,” he said at a volume only you could hear. you shuddered as you felt blood rush to the surface of your cheeks, warming them to the touch. it was definitely the alcohol in your body because here you were, getting horny over steve fucking harrington. a) your enemy and b) the boyfriend of one of your friends. thank god said friend returned that instant, pulling steve away to dance, seemingly refreshed by a shot of tequila. you gave nancy's hand a squeeze before she left, mouthing the words “call me later” at her. you thought that something was off with her. obviously, she was still grieving barb’s death - something that she confided in you. but you had a feeling that there was more there.
sometimes, it’s scary how on the nose you are with things.
at least an hour ago, robin told you that she was going to walk home with vickie, a girl who was in marching band with her. you were a comfortable amount of tipsy: the kind of drunk where every blink feels like a new, warmly-tinted world. but not so drunk that you’d make catastrophic decisions.
you didn’t need alcohol to do that.
you decided that it was time to leave. you’d finally gotten bored of watching all the people you knew make a fool of themselves. you walked outside, past cups littered on the lawn and through the october chill, to see steve sitting in his car - alone. you furrowed your brow before crossing your arms to create a little warmth and walking over. you gently knocked on the driver’s side window, startling the boy. he had a vacant look in his red-rimmed eyes. steve rolled down the window before sighing out, “cherry, i’m really not in the mood to fight right now.”
now you had to know what happened.
“i’m not here to fight with you,” you said as you leaned in closer, “i saw you when i came out and just wanted to check in.” you said it so plainly, like it was an obvious truth and not a huge contradiction to the entirety of your relationship. steve felt like his lungs had started again. he rolled up the window before pushing open the passenger seat door. you’d just barely settled into the seat and closed the door before he said, “nance told me she doesn’t love me.” you turned to face him. “steve, she was super drunk-“ he looked at you with more raw emotion than you’d ever seen from him. “cherry.” he stopped you in the middle of your sentence. “i know that she meant it.” you didn’t know what to say. you didn’t know how to handle comforting the one person you’d hated for what felt like a lifetime.
you turned your whole body to face him before stretching across the console to give him an awkward hug. he went stiff in your grasp as you looped your arms around his shoulders. “what the hell are you-“ “shut up, dipshit,” you said, “i’m giving you a goddamn hug. just accept it. you can win her back, y’know? you can be sort of sweet, sometimes.” he actually relaxed at your words and pushed his cheek into the space between your collarbone and your neck. you felt him inhale against your skin and your flesh pebbled. he slowly wrapped his arms around you too, pulling you into him. you squeaked in surprise and he chuckled, the warmth and the vibrations of his low voice extended through your entire being. “thank you, cherry. needed this.” you hummed. “of course, steve. i don’t actually hate you, did you not know that?” you felt him shrug. “honestly? i couldn’t tell.” you threw your head back and laughed, the sound taking up the small amount of space in his car. as you stopped laughing, you noticed that you were almost on his lap, your hands moving to rest against his broad chest. his pretty pink pout inched closer toward yours. there was a fraction of an inch between the two of you. “steve,” you said softly into the air between you two, “we can’t. there’s still nance to think about. you haven’t actually broken up yet.” he shook his head, a hand coming to rest on your hip. you could feel the warmth of his hand through your flimsy skirt. “there’s no nance. there’s only you right now, cherry.”
when steve harrington kisses someone, he wants them to feel it. and he wants them to feel it everywhere.
you definitely did.
he pushed his silken lips to join yours, sending you into a spiral, body thrumming with feverish passion. his kiss was needy, as if you were a replacement for someone else but he just needed someone. but you didn’t care. because that wasn’t the craziest thing about this…entire experience. your arms had wound themselves around his neck, his arms around your waist, tugging you across the console.
of course, you tasted like cherries. steve groaned as he caught your bottom lip in his teeth, silently asking you to open your mouth for him. your little gasp allowed him to slip is tongue into your mouth; his big hands tugging you even more into his lap. he kissed you like it would be the last thing he ever did on this godforsaken earth. you clumsily crawled to his seat, planting yourself in his lap. you both laughed into the kiss, before melding your lips together once again. he kissed you breathless, watching as your lips shone with a mixture of his and your spit. he pulled you toward him to plant another passionate kiss on your mouth, before making his way down your neck. steve sucked little bruises into the column of your throat and savored the taste of your sweet soap. he left a vine of dark, blooming spots as you writhed and shivered on top of him. you pitched your hips over his, causing your clothed core to run over the ridge of his growing bulge. he kissed all the way down to your chest, running his hands up and down your sides, causing you to shiver. he bit down gently on the swell of your left breast, gently sliding his hand under the delicate strap of your dress, pulling down on the elastic to reveal your entire breast. you pushed your chest forward and he grunted out a laugh as he wrapped his pink pout around your stiffened, pert nub. you were throwing your head back to give him more access to your tits, lost in the pleasure, when suddenly his horn beeped — startling you both. you looked at him with your matching kiss-stung lips, your eyes wide. he was still breathing heavily.
you looked at the dark sparkle of steve’s eyes and the flush to the tips of his ears. you smiled down and leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head. you stopped abruptly, smoothing down his collar in a calming motion. “is everything okay?” you asked delicately. even though your bodies were pressed together, you and steve couldn't have been further from one another. he ran a hand over his face and sighed. “i can’t do this cherry.” you gave him a small smile of pained understanding and slid off of his lap.
he put the car into drive.
the ride toward both of your houses was silent, save for the wind rushing past the window you opened. you’d needed to cool off after what had just occurred; you may have betrayed one of your friends by furiously making out with her boyfriend (who she thinks you hate) and you kissed steve harrington. the boy who gave you the dumbest nickname he could think of so he could use you as personal entertainment.
because that’s what he does. he uses people.
steve pulled up to your house, and as you moved to open your door, he gently took your wrist in his hold. you halted your movements, turning your head to look at him. “i just want you to know that this didn’t mean anything, cherry. it can't.” you felt as if your brain had plummeted to your feet. you blinked in shock. “what do you mean?” you asked, arms crossed in front of you, brows high. “that. in my car. it didn’t mean anything to me.” you were stunned. he kissed you first, and when you reciprocated, he reciprocated with even more fervor. you scoffed before exiting his car. “you’re never going to find ‘the one’ if you keep treating girls like shit, steve.” you slammed his car door, causing him to jump a little at the force. you trudged up the stairs to your porch as shameful tears burned at your waterline.
you heard the quiet rumble of his car as he waited for you to safely enter your home. your fingers trembled in the crisp fall air as you slipped through your door. he simply turned to go to his house. you could see the marks your teeth had left, lavender and garnet winding their way around his neck.
(and then he had the audacity to ignore you for almost an entire week.)
your parents were asleep as you padded up the carpeted stairs. you quietly shut the door to your room, running your hands over your face. there was a post it left atop the phone on your nightstand — a note from your mother. it said that you had a call from nancy and to make sure that you called her back. your still shaking hands picked up the phone, dialing the wheeler family’s number. your slightly drunken brain was all muddled, from both the alcohol and the memory of steve’s plush kisses seared into your skin. so muddled, in fact, that you’d barely remembered that it was past midnight. thankfully, it seemed that nancy was awaiting your call, picking up after only a few rings. you waited for her to say something, calling out her name gently to get her attention, closing your eyes as sobriety started to make your head ache.
”steve and i broke up.”
your eyes popped open in surprise. “what? why?” you spluttered, unsure how to support her. she seemed subtly different — distanced, even. “i don’t think i ever loved him,” she said. she sounded exhausted. “i’m so sorry nance,” you said, heart making a dull, incessant thudding in your ribcage. sure, on a technicality he’d been single, but now he was your friend’s ex. she sighed into the phone. you could picture her curling and uncurling the thick, coiled wire as she talked to you. “eh, it was for the better. he just used me to prove that he could get me, y’know? i don’t think he actually wanted me.” you didn’t say anything. of course you knew better. of course you knew that he did, in fact, actually love her. “what an asshole!” you said indignantly, “give me the word nance and i’ll climb into his room from mine and rock his shit.” her laugh trickled out of the tiny speaker, crackled but joyous. “you always make me feel better,” she said to you in earnest, “thank you. you’re just one of those people who would never hurt me. i’ll call you tomorrow.” your pulse seemed to fall out of your body. but you didn’t tell her that; she needed the you she knew, not the you who almost fucked her ex two seconds after they broke up. “of course, nance. i love you.” that’s what you settled on. you both bid one another good night and hung up the phone. you grabbed your stuffed teddy and curled around it, falling just on the line between consciousness and sleep.
you had a reputation of being a good babysitter so when claudia henderson calls, you pick up. dustin was one of your favorite kids in hawkins, constantly making you laugh with his quips and contagious smile. on that particular fall weekend morning (claudia had a wedding to go to), dustin was determined to see steve. he kept dragging out your name, pestering you with a whiny tone of voice. “please!” he said as you spread mustard on his sandwich at the kitchen counter. “absolutely not!” you sang, keeping up with your rhythmic smearing. dustin groaned and put his head on the counter like a toddler. he said something, but it was muffled by the granite surface. “come again?” you said with a small smile on your face at his antics. dustin raised his head, blowing curls away as they blocked his vision. “he’s just helping me look for dar— i mean, for mews. please?” you sighed at his pleas. you couldn’t deny that your heart clenched at the thought of the innocent boy and his missing cat. “fine,” you said, rinsing off the knife you’d been using and giving dustin his lunch. “but i’m not letting you out of my sight. i’m in charge. capiche?” he nodded and thanked you through his chewing, oblivious to the storm rampaging through your mind at the thought of seeing steve.
you’d been trudging through dry leaves for what felt like hours, but was probably more like 20 minutes. when you’d arrived at this shady meeting spot with dustin, steve spat out your name. you winced internally at the omission of the nickname you claimed to hate. “what’s she doing here, henderson?” he asked, with venom lacing his voice. as if you were the one to initiate a kiss, tell him that it meant nothing, and ignore you for no reason. he was giving dustin quite a look, one you took to mean that he didn’t want you there because of the kiss. what you didn’t know was that steve wanted you as far away as possible from the dangers of the upside down. but of course, you had no idea that steve and dustin had been through literal hell together. “i’m in charge of dustin for today, so i’m staying,” you said, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows in a challenge. “stubborn as always, cherry,” he said into the empty forest, not even bothering to look at you.
so, you spat back, “fuck you, harrington.”
“almost did, baby,” he said over his shoulder.
your mouth was agape. your vision turned white hot with rage at his immaturity. so you did what any rational person would do.
a crack rang out and spread throughout the wood. steve held his cheek where an imprint of your delicate hand was beginning to redden. your own hand stung from the force with which you slapped him, a tingle spreading through your palm. dustin looked on with shock in his big brown eyes. steve just turned toward the abandoned railroad track and began walking, rubbing his jaw.
the two of them were spreading meat all over the forest floor, and when you’d asked, dustin had given you some half-baked excuse. you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it, but you were so stressed out that you let it slide. you walked with your arms crossed to keep out the autumn bluster that permeated your cream-colored sweater. the red ribbon in your hair blew gently in the breeze, and steve thought about his hands embedded in your hair, his mouth on yours, you, in his car. in his bed, waking up to your face. he returned to the present when he heard you ask dustin about if he was sure "mews" was in this “creepy forest.”
you were looking at steve, too. he looked a little too good in his jeans and gray members only jacket. his hair was coiffed over as per usual, but you kept thinking about how you’d mussed it beyond repair the last time you saw him. you felt embarrassment and a little excitement rush to your cheeks as you tried to look anywhere but at him and his stupid, perfect face. and he had a bat with nails in it. why he took it with him to look for a cat, you didn’t know. but it was kind of hot.
he’s a dick, you quickly chastised yourself.
“dude, that’s not how you impress a girl,” you heard steve say. you were intrigued. you knew that dustin probably also told steve about his crush on max, and steve being just so good with girls was about to give him some advice.
“i don’t know. you’re trying way too hard,” steve continued.
dustin rolled his eyes in exasperation. “well, not everyone can have your perfect hair. alright?” he retorted.
steve rolled his eyes right back. “it’s not about the hair, man. the key with girls is just…just acting like you don’t care.”
you snorted at that, causing both of them to turn to look at you. steve narrowed his eyes as you challenged his words. “got something to add, cherry?” he said with that tone of voice that made you want to tackle him. a small smile made its way to your pretty lips. the same lips that steve couldn’t get himself to stop thinking about. “that’s not how you show a girl that you like her.” dustin was suddenly enraptured by your perspective. “what do i have to do? tell me!” the boy begged you. you laughed at his urgency. “show her that you do care. communicate with her. be clear about what you want with her,” you said with certainty, before continuing, “be kind to her. do something for her that you know she’ll like.” steve was silent. you thought he was upset by you stealing his thunder, but really, he was deep in thought. why was he thinking about you? why was he thinking about how he kept your favorite watermelon lip balm in his car (just in case you needed some. he definitely didn’t use it to see what you’d taste like)? why was he thinking of sneaking through your window to kiss you silly and wake up with his face in your neck, your hands on his back? why was he thinking of you, his cherry, instead of nancy? he blinked to clear his mind of thoughts of you, before grumbling something about the light disappearing.
on that day, you were supposed to be watching dustin. except for the fact that the child you were supposed to keep safe, was very much indeed, missing. you’d called him down for dinner over 15 minutes ago. he told you that he was going to do some homework after your excursion with steve. when no response came from his room, you’d searched the entire henderson household, frantically moving shower curtains and drapery aside. you almost gave up when you saw that the laundry room window was open, and you knew that your favorite little shit had gotten out. you went out into the living room to center yourself as you felt panic sink in. a loud crackle brought you out of your deep breathing. it was one of dustin’s extra walkie talkies on the coffee table. you grabbed it and fiddled with the dial until you heard small voices calling dustin’s name. “dustin! where are you? we’re almost at the junkyard.” a beep, another crackle. “almost there! it was tough to get out, guys. give me a break.” it was dustin. your mind went into protective mode as you shoved your feet into your converse and grabbed the walkie talkie. you rushed outside and took one of the spare bikes in the hendersons' garage before booking it to the old junkyard, the light sinking beneath the horizon and dusting the world around you in night.
when you arrived, you saw dustin and lucas (whom you knew), along with a redheaded girl and wait— steve? “dustin!” you yelled, worry evident in your voice. everyone’s heads whipped toward you, all four sets of eyes equally as wide. you marched toward the group, wading through the darkness and the heavy fog, fully prepared to drag dustin home. “cherry, you can’t be here,” steve said, taking a step toward you. “don’t tell me what to do, harrington. i mean nothing to you, remember?” steve didn’t know how to respond. his mouth moved as he reached for some way to tell you, no, cherry, honey. i can’t let you see this.
“i’m staying,” you said with finality. steve moved to protest again, but you both jumped at a rattling nearby. something growled and steve raised his bat. “cherry, take the kids and get in the bus,” he said, eyes flitting around — alert. “eat shit harring-” “cherry,” he said. he said that stupid nickname like he’d never said it before, urgently, tenderly, begging. you nodded breathing out a little “okay” as you herded the children toward the rusty vehicle. you all peered out as steve called to the creature, taunting it. lucas was looking through his binoculars when he gasped. “steve,” he screamed. “watch out!” steve kept his eyes trained on the monstrosity emerging from the fog. “a little busy here,” he said, licking his lips in anticipation of a fight. “three o’clock!” lucas yelled again. before you knew it, dustin was running toward the bus door, throwing it open, and calling steve’s name, and yelling “abort! abort!” you pulled dustin back in, hands trembling as you saw one of the creatures lunge at steve. he dodged successfully, rolling over the hood of a desolate car. another one launched itself at him and your heart seized in fear. luckily, he was fast enough to swing his bat at it; it landed with a half-whimper, half-growl. you realized that you were screaming now too.
“steve! hurry!” you cried, desperation tearing through in your voice. he was running now, running harder than ever now that he’d heard your sobs for him. he jumped in at the last second, just as you threw your arms out and shut the door. the creature’s body landed with a sickening thud against the door. more creatures gathered with the original, scratching at the door and shaking the bus. you scrambled to get the kids behind you as steve fortified the door. one broke through the door; everyone was yelling but you pushed the kids to the back of the bus as steve beat the monster with his bat. you joined him at the front, taking a nearby metal rod to help, knocking the beast to the ground, where it heaved weakly. one of its brethren saw your attack and charged at you. steve reacted in a heartbeat. he was on the monster in an instant, viciously hitting it with his bat. after a few more seconds, the creature made a shuddering move before laying still. the one previously attacking steve seemed to orient itself. it snarled, all dripping teeth and ragged growls, and threw itself at steve. he was unsuccessful, and to your horror, was about to go for steve’s throat. your name was caught on his tongue as he looked to you for comfort, for anything. and he saw it in your eyes. he saw everything you were afraid to tell him. but then, the monsters seemed to be enchanted by something, something you couldn’t perceive. they suddenly leaped out and off of the bus. relief flowed through your veins as you realized everyone was in tact. steve was in tact. you noticed that the two of you were smushed together as the kids regrouped next to you. you both pretended not to notice that steve’s arm was encircling your waist, rubbing at the sliver of skin that your top revealed.
“what the fuck was that steve?” you breathed out. you felt his chest rise beneath your back. “a demodog.” “a what?” he sucked in a breath, tensing underneath you, before launching into an explanation about all things upside down. at the end of his rant, you were quiet. “that’s why i didn’t want you here,” he said as if he weren’t sure you’d be listening. but you were; he held your attention fully. “i didn’t want you to have to see this.” you turned to face him, interlocking your fingers. “well, i’m sure as hell not leaving you now, harrington.” “as if you could ever stay away from me, cherry baby.”
oh, how right he was.
since steve had revealed the upside down to you, the two of you had been through a lot. more than the average enemies would go through together. he’d been beaten up by billy hargrove (someone you never particularly liked), and you’d sobbed over his bruised face, blood crusting in the little fissures left by billy’s knuckles. he’d woken up, dizzy and in pain to feel the wetness of your tears on his face. “i’m okay, cherry. look at me, hey? i’m fine,” he said, reaching up to put his palm on your cheek. he kept a secure hold on you as you traversed the complex tunnels, crushing you into his chest when he thought you two were about to die in a herd of inter-dimensional monsters. you’d both pulled away quickly, cheeks warm and clearing your throats nervously. surely enemies do that, right?
so now, steve was only more of a pain in your ass. especially since he made your heart flutter, since he made you perk up at just one whiff of rosemary and laundry detergent.
when starcourt mall opened up over the summer, robin got a summer job. the hendersons didn’t really need you as much this summer, and you already had a pretty good babysitting gig going with the waldens who lived on the other side of you. so in your spare time, you’d go visit your best friend.
the only issue was that steve pain-in-your-ass harrington worked with her.
sure, the free ice cream may be worth it, but was it really worth it to see him? especially after that halloween night. at the end of the day, you loved robin more and could shove the stinging thrill of seeing steve to the bottom of your stomach.
the only issue was that he looked too damn good in his dumb fucking sailor uniform. and you kept thinking about kissing him again.
both robin and steve were working today; you were perched behind the counter on a stool that robin had designated for you. though you’d tried to forget about "it" and him, you just couldn’t. yeah, you asked him to forget, but it seemed like he remembered it just as vividly as you did. the two of you tried to stay on opposite sides of the store, which was difficult considering that it was extremely small. and the area behind the counter just had to be narrow. he’d brush by your legs, causing your spine to stiffen and a sharp inhale to make its way down to your lungs. he’d grace you with a faint, “sorry, cherry.” you’d tuck your legs in closer to your seat. you wouldn’t — and couldn’t — look each other in the eye. robin, on the other hand, was completely oblivious, chattering away to you both. you’d noticed that the two of them were getting closer. you weren’t the type of person to tell your friends who they could and couldn’t be friends with, but robin knew that steve used to be your enemy. not used to be, you reminded yourself, he is my enemy.
it was one of the slower days that june — the morning of what would inevitably become the friday rush. the store was quiet, save for the hum of the freezer. you were enjoying your sample of cherry-almond swirl as robin checked the freezer one last time. “shit,” she muttered, sliding one of the frosted doors open. you cocked your head at her, spoon still in your mouth. robin turned to steve. “i have to go refill the cookies and cream. we accidentally put two chocolate chips in. be right back!” she was out the door before either you or steve could offer your help in the larger freezer in the back (aka avoid one another). the hum of the fluorescent lights was louder, grainier, invading your headspace. the edges of the plastic spoon now stung the sides of your mouth and the almond flavor left a bitterness on your tongue. you took the spoon out and chucked it into the “used spoons” cup, all the way from your little stool. “nice shot,” steve said, causing you to whip your head around to look at him, surprise sparking in your eyes at the sound of his voice. “thanks,” you said dryly. it was quiet for a beat before you took the initiative to speak again. “i don’t think i’ve ever told you, but i’m sorry about you and nance,” you said. he gave you a tight smile. “right,” he said, “you two are close.” you mirrored his smile. “yeah. i know you tried your best,” you said awkwardly. “thanks. i just don’t know if i’m meant to have her,” he said with melancholy weaving through his words. steve looked like he wanted to say something else. just as he opened his mouth, you both turned toward the door as you heard robin mumbling about how heavy the ice cream was. steve quickly turned toward you, “meet me behind the mall. after my shift. please?” you nodded slightly, suspicion clouding your eyes. he reached out to squeeze your hand, moving toward the register and giving the standard scoops ahoy greeting as the afternoon rush began.
steve had left scoops maybe fifteen minutes ago. you nibbled at your lip, another spoonful of cherry-almond swirl left a sweetness on your tongue. the coldness sitting in your mouth faded away as you checked the clock again. robin looked at you as you raised your eyes toward the clock again.
“go.”
“what?” you said, only half paying attention, lost in your thoughts about a certain boy’s freckles.
robin dragged out your name with a playful impatience.
“go.” you furrowed your brow as she plunged the scoops ahoy’s grey shag of a mop into soapy water. “dude, it’s okay. i’m getting a ride from my mom. i don’t know who this is about, but if you look at the clock one more time i’ll never give you my blessing to be with them,” she said as she slapped the mop on the tiled floor.
you looked at robin, still chewing your lip, plastic spoon in hand. “you sure, robbie?” she flashed you a toothy smile. “promise, cherry,” she said with a wink. “don’t you dare call me that, buckley,” you said as you tossed your spoon and pulled on your cardigan. she cackled as you swung open the door, turning left toward the parking lot. you made a sharp right through the food court to get to the back of the mall. through the smudgy, glassy exterior, you could see steve’s face illuminated by the lights in his BMW. you took a calming, deep breath as you pushed through the doors. steve’s windows were open; you could hear music coming out (you could swear that it was the talking heads). you smiled unconsciously at his choice. maybe somewhere along the line, in between dusty, rotting alternate dimensions and “placid” morning car rides, he’d listened when you blabbered on about your favorite band.
he heard you approaching and suddenly straightened up, running a hand through his hair. “hey, cherry,” he said breathily. “hi,” you said plainly, still suspicious about this whole meetup. “i just want to say that i’m sorry,” he said. you looked at him unimpressed; after all, he did have quite a few things to apologize for.
“for that night, at the halloween party.” you caught his eyes when your head snapped to your left, a wide, pained look mirrored in your own irises. your silence scared him — he’d expected more yelling. he deserved it. he huffed out a tiny sigh, before speaking again: “i missed you. i missed having you around because cherry, i don’t hate you. i really don’t. our little arguments or whatever? those were the best part of my day. and then they stopped because i fucked up.”
you smiled at that, and he mirrored it: the prettiest smile you’d ever seen. he laughed a little, “but i couldn’t stop thinking about you and how i missed the smell of your cinnamon gum in my car.” your eyes were softer now, glistening with something between a kind forgiveness and an inkling of playfulness. “and then we got thrown into the upside down and didn’t really get to talk about it since, y’know, we could’ve died at any moment? and then i found myself still missing you, because all that wildness wasn’t enough.”
you let the sentence hang in the air before telling him, “i missed you too, harrington.”
you’d barely noticed that you and steve were drifting closer and closer together. you felt little puffs from his plump lips brush over your own pout. “cherry-” he started. “steve,” you pleaded, hands spreading across his chest. he pulled back a little, grabbing your hand gently when he saw hurt flash over your features. “i just want you to know that i’m not looking for anything serious.”
oh. of course.
he sucked in a breath through his teeth as your face hardened into steely ire. “i really loved nancy. i can’t get over her that quickly.” you pulled your hand from his. “but cherry, i can’t stop thinking about you. and that night, god. i just keep thinking about what i would’ve done to you if we hadn’t stopped.”
something heavy settled in the pit of your stomach, the feeling making its way into your core.
“show me,” you said.
he smiled that harrington smile before slotting his lips against yours again — deeper, frenzied, hungry, like he wanted to pull the taste of cherry-almond swirl from your mouth.
(“show me,” you had said. what you really meant was, “i’ll take any part of you that i can get.”)
you felt him harden in his jeans, his cock pressing up against the rigid seams. he hissed as you trailed your hand down his chest, toward his bulge. you looked up at him, eyes glittering and so sinfully innocent. you pressed a kiss over where his arousal was evident and his eyes rolled back in his head. “cherry, baby, honey. i could cum in my pants if you touch me like that one more time.” you smiled at that, delicate hands palming him gently, kissing his neck a pretty sea of pinks and reds, and reaching toward his zipper. “jesus, fuck. cherry,” he rasped as he pulled your head off of him by the back of your pretty locks. your neck was craned back as you looked into his dark hazel eyes. “are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked with a taunting lilt to his throaty voice. you nodded. he smirked. “words, cherry.” “yes, i’ll be your good girl, steve,” you said, hands already wandering, mouth watering at the thought of his scent, his cock, anything — all over you. he tutted at your ministrations, pulling you off of him once again. “good girls listen to directions,” he said, lips twitching into a smirk.
“bad girls don’t get to cum.”
his hand that was holding your head had changed position, reaching to grasp your chin between his fingers, squishing your cheeks a little.
“do you think you’ve been a good girl, cherry?”
you mumbled out a soft “no” around the restriction of his fingers.
he kissed you after you answered, a soft, plush press of his lips against yours. you tilted your head forward to get more from his mouth, more from him. but he pulled away and you whined. “you’ve been bad, cherry. so now i’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth,” he growled as your thighs clenched. it didn’t go unnoticed, and steve was not-so-secretly proud of himself that he got you flustered. “and if you touch yourself, you will be punished. got it?” he said, cementing his rules in you. at the talk of punishment, steve sobered up for a second.
“what’s our safeword gonna be, princess?”
“starcourt?” you suggested. he smiled.
“perfect. now, if you let me fuck your mouth and use you as my little cocksleeve, maybe you can cum,” he said so sweetly, as if he needed to wrap you around his finger more. you suckled at his neck as you unzipped his jeans, tugging impatiently to get them off. your mouth watered at the thought of his cock; it was probably pretty and red and leaking — all for you. his boxers were next. his cock sprang out of the confines of his boxers, slapping the leaking tip onto his stomach. he exhaled as the cooler air of the car hit his shaft. he held out his palm to you as you admired his length. “spit,” he commanded. you tucked your hair behind your ears and did as he instructed. he took his hand and used your spit to slick up his member. you only just realized just how big it was, biting your lip nervously. he noticed, of course. “what’s wrong, angel?” he said, reaching toward you to rub your lower back gently. “is it gonna fit in my mouth?” you pouted. you wanted it to. like, really wanted it to. he glowed at your innocent question. “it will eventually, baby. maybe not today, but someday soon.” his words seemed to comfort you and you happily took over stroking his shaft with your spit. he threw his head back against the headrest. “fuck, cherry. s’much better than i imagined. so much better.” now it was your turn to glow, thinking about steve fucking his fist in the shower, in his bed, to the thought of you, his childhood enemy. your body felt warm all over and so you took a leap, sponging an experimental peck onto his reddened tip. his hips jolted forward at your touch, causing your eyes to widen and you to pull back. “shit. sorry, honey. just can’t get enough of you,” he said with a gentle stroke to your head. “s’okay, stevie,” you replied sweetly, “wanna make you feel good.” you then bravely dove forward and slotted your mouth over his cock, swirling your tongue around the head and gagging as you took as much of him as you could. his eyes rolled back into his head and he threaded his fingers through your hair. “holy shit, cherry,” he said, “so good. so wet, so warm f’me.” once you figured out how to breathe through your nose, you slowly started bobbing your head up and down. you hollowed out your cheeks, stroking what couldn’t fit in your mouth (yet). on one of your little moves, your teeth grazed the underside of his cock, where a vein bulged. he hissed and you felt more precum spurt from his tip. you ran your tongue over it to soothe the sting your teeth left, worried that you’d made a mistake. but the unmistakable “fuck, just like that, cherry” from above you was enough to reassure you.
you pulled off for a breather, pressing wet, sloppy kisses up and down his length as you recovered. he was just about to ask if you were okay before you took initiative again, taking him further down your throat this time. he gasped and moaned and whimpered and you were in heaven. you were surrounded by him: his musk, his heavy balls gently held in your hands, the hard muscle of his thick, hairy thighs trapping your head. “can i hold your head, angel?” he asked you, ever so gently. you nodded while keeping yourself latched onto his cock, the heavy weight on your tongue oddly comforting. he gently grasped the back of your hair in one hand before thrusting his hips into your mouth, feeding his cock into your warm, wanton mouth. you gagged a little in surprise, but steve held your hair tighter and told you to just relax your throat. at his words, you did (well, you tried with a little whine), and he slipped in further. the spit that had gathered at the corners of your lips started to spill over as you attempted to take him all the way. you hadn’t expected yourself to be getting this wet over him getting off, but here you were, making a mess of your cotton panties as you sputtered choked, eyes glossy from tears. your throbbing pussy was visible through the sheerness of the fabric that your wetness had left. you pressed your thighs together to garner some relief for your poor pulsating cunt, but you remembered that if you were good, you’d get to cum too.
steve was thrusting into your mouth now, enraptured by the warmth of your wet tongue and swollen lips — the same mouth that he dreamed about kissing almost every night. he moaned above you at the sight of your spit-slicked lips, how your eyes were wide and dumb as he fucked your throat. "holy shit, cherry. my perfect little slut, such a good little whore f'me," he panted. you locked eyes with steve as his dick rapidly plunged in and out of your tight throat and at your heated gaze, he was cumming. hot, salty ropes hit the back of your throat. you made a little noise of satisfaction, humming around his shaft as your mouth filled with his seed. steve shot one last load into your mouth, groaning out your name — your real name — and collapsing, almost boneless in his seat. you pulled your mouth off of him, swallowing his load and giving the still-flushed head a soft kiss. he tasted salty and woody. you felt syrupy slick rush out of your fluttering hole at the taste left on your tongue. he ran a hand through his hair, cheeks red, still breathing heavily. “open your mouth,” he said, looking at you and tapping your cheek lightly. you did as he asked and stuck out your tongue for good measure. he gave a pleased hum when he saw your tongue dart out to lick a little bit of his seed that was left on the corner of your mouth. “good girl. you swallowed,” he said. you burned at his praise. "thank you, stevie," you said shyly. he bent down to sprinkle kisses across your face.
your cheeks glowed with arousal as his hand gently gripped the back of your neck, casually keeping you in the palm of his hand. he slanted his mouth over yours, swiping his tongue over your own and hummed when he tasted a remnant of himself in your waiting mouth. you smiled into the kiss, the vibrations tickling your pretty pout. he pulled back, his eyes and lips shining. suddenly he was pushing a hand through his hair and checking himself out in his rearview mirror. you looked at him, mouth pursed in confusion and discomfort at the pressure between your legs. “steve,” you whined. “what’s up, cherry baby?” he said as he gently buckled you in. “don’t i get to cum? i was so good,” you begged, grabbing his bicep between his smaller palms. the polyester of his scoops uniform shifted under your pawing hands as he extended his arm behind your headrest, tendons flexing as he reversed out of the parking lot.
“you were a good girl, but only after you had my cock in your mouth.”
so that was it? he wasn’t going to get you to your release? your mouth fell agape and you detached yourself from the boy, sliding back in your seat and watching hawkins speed by.
suddenly, you were pulling up to your house. your parents had left the foyer light on, keeping the entryway to your house bathed in its soft brilliance. it felt like déjà vu; you, flustered and exiting steve’s car after he’s been an asshole to you — yet again.
you resolved to never see him again as you cursed yourself for thinking he’d changed. but this time, he gently tugged you to him, saying your name quietly, and lifting your chin up to tilt your precious face toward his. he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, one that filled the small space of his car with your deep inhale. you decided that this was your favorite kiss with him that you’d ever had. you looked at him with little hearts in your eyes as he smoothed your wildly messy hair back. he smiled at you, gently purring “don’t you dare touch yourself tonight.” you opened your mouth defiantly at his orders. he shushed you with a quick kiss to the corner of your lips that left you wanting more. “i’ll know if you do,” he said with a wink.
and you knew that you’d definitely be seeing him again.
you did cum that next day. three times to be exact; once on his fingers, once in his mouth, and once on his cock. he’d looked up at you from between your quivering thighs, asking you if he'd made it up to you. you nodded blearily, desperate to get his tongue on your hot core once again.
but whatever summer love, saying “us” moments you had, had very quickly become much deeper. you knew you were in deep shit when you realized you two were playing house after a sleepover at steve’s. you’d walked downstairs to see him swaying gently, nursing a cup of coffee in his boxers. you were wearing one of his old basketball t-shirts: sun-faded and soft and steve. he gave you a lazy smile as he dropped a kiss on your mouth, tasting of the vanilla creamer he swore he kept around “just for you, cherry. that shit’s disgusting.” you wrapped your arms around him; he sighed against your mouth as your fingertips began to rub his lower back with such care, such sweetness. “morning, stevie,” you said through a delicate yawn. ““mm mornin’ cherry,” he said, dipping down to leave a smattering of kisses across your neck and clavicle as you held each other in the sun-soaked kitchen. you silently wished to yourself that the two of you would stay like this, preserved in a memory forever. that you wouldn’t have to return to the world where you “hated” each other. that you could live together in a house of your own, with your own rich coffee scent filling the ground floor, without the upside down. your eyes snapped open at your wandering thoughts. no, you told yourself, it's steve. of course he ate you out on the kitchen floor before bending you over the counter. and of course, in the afterglow as you laid atop the cool tile, you just had to realize that you loved steve harrington.
“always so good f’me,” he rumbled, tracing his blunt nails on your back, raising goosebumps on his path. you looked into his cinnamon eyes, absorbing the ring of mossy green around his irises.
“anything for you, stevie,” you cooed, putting a veil of satin over your voice to mask the churning of your emotions.
“careful, cherry. i might start thinking that you’ve got a crush on me.”
oh, he had no idea.
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how does boobtat! jk act when he knows he has a hot gf and everybody at the function wants her 😣
i lurv u anon and i love me some possessive jk
warnings: possessive jk! he isn't written by colleen hoover, though so there's no crazy possessive violence or rough sex. classic ily kink, jk is sooooo faurking in love, soft sex . mentions of violence tho cuz he does wanna beat up all the bitches oc gets
wc: 1.3k
jeon jungkook is at the crux of the worst dilemma known to man: should he have stayed home and let you come to this party alone, or should he have accompanied you even if he knew that it would piss him off.
the route to this point was simple; he has a hot girlfriend, who’s wearing a hot dress (that he bought her). the reason he’s pissed off, however? he can’t quite place it. everyone at this party knows that you’re his girl — you literally have a tattoo of his initials that you flaunted on instagram the second it healed and you found a shirt that would complement it without making you look like a (your words) ‘bimbo’. but perhaps the fact that every man in the room knows that the two of you are dating and yet, still manages to act crude is what’s setting him off.
either that, or it’s jealousy. but jungkook would rather die than process that ugly emotion and let the dam break, so he chooses to click his jaw and look over at you instead.
he gathers two things: a) yeah, you’re really fucking hot, and b) he needs to break the bartender’s jaw for attempting to look at your chest. jungkook, for the sake of his crystal clean criminal record, chooses to focus on the former. he thinks you’re the prettiest girl in the room, and while the fact that everybody else also does is hurting his ego, he cannot begin to think about it when you laugh, and his world blurs just a bit.
it’s cinematic, really. the ‘girl you fall for at a party and can never really get over’ trope, except he’s lucky and you’ve fallen for him just as hard (which is a lie, because he’s smitten and would die for you). but you’re wearing a pretty maroon slip dress and it doesn’t hug your curves — for which he thanks the lord; if anybody truly got a good look at your chest he wouldn’t be able to ignore it — and your hair is pinned behind your head and you’re wearing that lipstick that he thinks he’d be okay with staining his favorite white dress shirt if it means he gets your lips on his skin. it’s called ‘taupe’ by Mac and its actually quite a pretty shade, and jungkook would happily buy you a billion more tubes of it because you meet eyes with him from the bar, and the party blurs because that his girl walking towards him right now.
he loves the way you walk, loves knowing that he’s marked the miles and miles of skin that run beneath that dress, loves knowing that your destination is him and not all the other men who are making it really hard for him to not process the aforementioned ugly emotion — he loves knowing you’re his, loves knowing that the second drink in your hand is undoubtedly a scotch on the rocks for him, and he loves knowing that the feeling of unadulterated hatred every man in here has for him, knowing that you’re ‘jeon jungkook’s girl’ is mutual, because if you didn’t look so good walking towards him right now, he’d go up to each one of them, fuck his criminal record.
he’s proven right when you make your way to him, perfectly manicured hand reaching behind to his nape, the other handing him his drink — a scotch on the rocks with a twist — grinning as he pulls you into a kiss that’s far from chaste.
“wanna get out of here, baby?”
the frown on your face gives him your answer.
“we’ve only just gotten here, my love. what’s up?”
he’s a little too focused on the way your lips move, and the way your voice seems to turn his head into mush when you speak, so gentle and so fluent that it has his nerve ending faltering for just a moment. he can’t bring himself to say anything when you’re clearly disagreeing with him, so he avoids eye contact until they land on some guy, who seems to be just as distracted by you. only, that is, by your body.
his eyes rake down your figure, conveniently ignoring where you’re practically molding into jungkook, conveniently ignoring his hands on your waist, conveniently ignoring how your lips are literally ghosting his jaw, which tightens involuntarily at this view, giving you your answer.
your head shifts to meet the other man’s eyes, which snap away quickly as jungkook’s expression switches from being entirely enamored by you to willing to kill for you, and it does not go unnoticed.
“oh — oh,” you laugh, low and lighthearted and jungkook immediately forgets what he’s mad at, turning his attention to you again. “you’re jealous, huh?”
“— no. what?”
his answer’s a bit too quick, a bit too hasty for you to believe him, which is why you don’t, opting to turn around and out of his grip.
“it’s okay, ggukie. i have you right over here,” you pat the boob tattoo less than surreptitiously, which makes him shift his gaze to appear nonchalant (a stance you see right through). “and you know what, if you’re angry, maybe you can take it out on me later.”
//
he doesn’t, in fact, take it out on you.
no, you had nothing to do with the attention you were receiving, and jungkook deems it unfair to act like a Y/A novel character and blame you for being attractive, and instead, chooses to reward you, because you were his, and he could do that.
hence the languid thrusts he’s providing you with, cock filling you to the brim as he buries his face in your neck to very poorly hide the profanities he’s spewing.
they’re muffled, but you hear his words exactly: “Jesus, fuck — that’s my girl, pussy so good it’s fucking made for me. Shit.”
and he’s right, because it feels fucking incredible, the way you feel so full that it makes your breath stutter before you exhale fully, the way you feel alive and unreal all at once, how his ruts are shallow but your cunt convulses at every ridge of his cock inside of you. your knees are trembling where they wrap around his waist; a futile attempt to hold your orgasm in, but jungkook’s moaning above you, and it’s so rare that you get to see this side of him.
the side of him that’s a bit gentle for a change, the side that doesn’t shove your face into the mattress as he takes what’s his, the side of him that you love just as much as the other, because jungkook’s never aggressive, just a bit mean, which only makes you feel all the better when he flips the switch to act like this. grabbing your hands like his life depends on your touch, fingers intertwining and voice breaking as his cock twitches within you, like your very being has him being thrown off the edge —
it’s a special way to affirm that you’re his, especially when he says your name, slurred like he’s drunk on your pussy and putting every last bit of effort into not finishing before you do. especially when he rubs figure-eights on your clit and stills in you completely when you finally moan with a broken cry of his name, as if feeling you clench around him will have him gone. especially when he does cum, and he pulls you into a kiss so sloppy that it’s just teeth and you swallowing his moans when he rides the orgasm out with a “god I’m so in love with you —“
//
jungkook thinks that the beauty of philosophy comes in those dilemmas that cannot be ‘answered’ per sé, but he has an answer to the problem he posed to himself at the beginning of the night:
definitely come to the party, because being pissed off always results in him drowning in pussy. and if it’s yours, that’s even better
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