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Wolf was wheezing slightly by the time they made it to the third floor, chest a little tight and legs ever so wobbly. Clara noticed with her enhanced hearing, the rattle of their lungs almost like a maraca in her ears seeing as she was making sure to be extra in tune with her young charge. The were-pire gently nudged the younger werewolf before pointing to their hoodie pocket. The teenïżœïżœïżœs brows furrowed before they realised what she meant, reaching inside the pocket to collect the everyday inhaler, taking two puffs as theyâd been instructed by the doctor. They were still amazed how much the little device helped, perhaps even more than their old medicine. Maybe they should suggest it as an alternative to their Mistress when they got back home.
Grey eyes screwed shut for a second as they shook their head, trying to get that thought out of their head. They were still conflicted about there vs here, but they knew dwelling on it would give them a headache they didnât want right now. Especially as Clara knocked on a bright yellow door four times. Instinctively and unconsciously they sidled closer to Torcarya, brushing her shoulder slightly with theirs in order to garner some comfort in proximity. They still couldnât help but flinch slightly when the door opened, faint blush spreading over their cheeks when it was simply an older brunette man on the other side. His smile was wide as he beckoned them forward with a hearty âcome in, come inâ. Wolf had no choice but to follow the adults through the doorway.
The room itself was about the size of one of the smaller training rooms at the Organisation, filled with plain wooden topped metal desks and plastic chairs as well as shelves and cabinets along the walls. At the front was blackboards and whiteboards, currently black, with a brunette woman standing with her own kind smile.
âPlease, take a seat.â
Wolf allowed Clara to usher them to one of the desks at the front before she took residence at one behind and to the side of them â out of eyeline to prevent distraction or excess anxiety but close enough to provide help if need be. The teen werewolf was not a fan of the chair, the plastic digging into their bones, but they werenât about to say anything or cause a scene. That would just get them in trouble. Grey eyes focused on the front of the room as the man joined the woman, clapping his hands together.
âHello, I am Mr Chesterton and this is Mrs Wright, but you can call us Ian and Barbara.â
âToday is a simple day,â the woman said. âYou could call it a training day. Weâre just going to check things like your reading and writing comprehension, see if you need any accommodations.â
Wolf didnât say anything even as they repeated and expanded upon what Clara had said earlier, eyes fixed somewhere between the two. They wanted nothing more than to lock fringers with Torca or hold her jacket to make sure she was still there, that they werenât alone, but they didnât dare move as the two brunettes brought some paper and pencils to their tables.
Torcarya smiled politely back at her and nodded. She glanced over to make sure that Wolf was still there, and then followed the adults as they led the way.
âUpstairsâ was actually up two flights of stairs, skipping right past the second floor to the third, and then down a short hallway lined with metal lockers and colorful doors. Clara led them to one at the end, on the left, and knocked four times.
Torcarya fidgeted absentmindedly with the end of her braid, both looking forward to- and dreading the lessons. She hadnât been in real school since before she had run away. The Organization had been more concerned with her combat, stealth, and telekinetic abilities. She could read and write - it would have been difficult to follow instructions on away missions without those skills - and her basic math wasnât bad, but she didnât know what else they would test her on. The not-knowing gnawed at her as they waited for the tutors to answer the knocks.
#// me neither.#// but they're the main teachers i know except for clara hehe.#// bless them having the one tiny item. don't worry pup you'll get more belongings soon enough.#//and i love it. i hope this is okay too. feel free to write for all npcs too.#// all i have so far is finding out what hand they write with and getting them to write their names for their desks hehe.#ineedmyfriendback#th; weapons don't weep
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Grips my shirt and tears it apart so that all the buttons go flying and SCREAMS I love Law and Cora so much what the FUCK!!!!
#Shima speaks#SLAMS MY HEAD INTO THE WALL. BREAKING THE PLASTER. LEAVING A HOLE#AGHHH. AGHHFHF HELP#Cora who saw a kid so angry and bitter at the world decided to throw away everything to save him despite the whole WORLD saying he couldnât#Law who finally realized thereâs still hope left in the world and hope left for him and thereâs someone willing to sacrifice EVERYTHING#Just to save him. Just to give him a fighting chance. Just to let him be FREE#Law who came to realize how much Cora meant to him and how much love and care Cora had for him. Then losing all that in an INSTANT#The one person he cared about more than anything sacrificed his LIFE for him#And Law spent the next 13 YEARS working to avenge CoraâŠnaming his pirate crew getting tattoos fashioning his Jolly Roger ALL after Cora#TATTOOS!!! HE GOT PERMANENT MARKINGS ON HIS BODY SYMBOLIZING CORA#IâM. GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODE AND BLOW UP. WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK#Oda writing the most epic revenge quest in history#They mean so much to me Iâm GOING to die. Right here and now#Cora giving up everything for Law and Law giving up everything for CoraâŠTHATâS TRUE LOVE BABEY#No matter what kind of form it comes in thatâs TRUE. LOVE. PERIODT#One Piece#Do you think Law still would have gotten tattoos symbolizing Cora if Cora had lived. I wonder about that sometimes.#I feel like he would. I feel like heâd wear them proudly and Cora would be SO embarrassed about it#Lawâs not shy about shit like that heâd be super smug about it too#Law: You saved me and gave my life meaning why WOULDNâT I want to permanently mark my body to honor that#Cora: Because itâs embarrassing! Lawwww!!! đ#Law: Too bad doing it anyway <3#Cora: You know what. Fine. But Iâm getting a tattoo that symbolizes YOU#Law: PLEASE???#Cora: WH. WAIT THAT BACKFIRED THAT IS NOT HOW YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO REACT#Cora you NEED to match his freak okay.#I heavily hc Law to be absolutely unhinged over the people he cares about#Like scarily possessive AND obsessive kind of unhinged#He and Cora can have an unhealthy codependent relationship. As a treat <3#Okay shutting up now SORRY Iâm just. Unwell. Sighs dramatically
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Hi I'm thinking about writing a h2g2 and gravity falls crossover fic. I saw your post awhile ago and I was wondering if you had any idea on how the two fords would interact.
Oooh this is a really good idea!
Hm, I haven't properly watched Gravity Falls in a while (I KNOW IM SORRY), but comparing their personalities from what i know they have a couple similarities and differences.
For first interactions I'm not entirely sure how or where, neither of them are naturally social but if someone were to start a conversation it would be Prefect, and once they realize they're both named Ford P. they'd hit off perfectly.
I think they'd love to go out for a small drink and talk about their outlooks on life, about space, their own traumas and relationships, about their research and studies with their respective books (Pines to the Journals, and Prefect to the Guide), and about their plans for future. This interaction could also be a lot funnier depending on the tone you wanted to take.
Ooooh they could also rant about their annoying family members (Zaphod and Stan)
They would also engage in an epic game of Dungeons & More Dungeons no doubt
#if you ever end up writing this fic please feel free to send me it when you're ready i would love to see it :)#okay okay im not sure if you were only planning for the fords to interact but a full crossover is immediately interesting me now#hmm maybe the HoG malfuctions with the improbability drive on and it crashes into the mystery shack immediately i think that would be silly#i'm really interested in bill and arthur interactions now as well. they barely have any similarities but it sounds really funny#oh wait they could relate to their world's being destroyed...even though bill's the one who destroyed his own world#i think the pines twins would immediately lose their marbles over ford and zaphod being *real life* aliens#ford prefect would give dipper his copy of the Guide that man would give a 6 year old a laser blaster this is tame for him lol#mabel would be super insane over the fact that zaphod has 2 heads and 3 arms and was also a president and zaphod would. not care#(i head canon he dislikes children)#i think a mabel and marvin interaction would be cool too#uber depressed and uber excited#i also need zaphod and stan relations yeahhhhh 2 greedy often self-absorbed criminals probably wanted across all 4 dimensions#i want to see trillian and arthur summon bill cipher by complete accident because they were bored and they are simply just Normal Guys#neither of them would be surprised to see a floating yellow triangle with a tophat. they've seen too much at this point this would be norma#someone needs to restrain me i've made too many tags#ANYWHO happy writing!! im sorry if i sound demanding you get to choose whatever you would like for your story i just got a little silly#i hope i answered your question enough#h2g2#the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy#ford prefect#gravity falls#ford pines#stanford pines#ask#tumblr asks#lucifers gluttony#lucifers inferno
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the neat part about a multi muse is the chance to include characters you've loved & perhaps wouldn't get the chance or courage to make a solo blog for. however, i do like to make sure they'd be muses i would want to write ... WITH THAT BEING SAID ... i've tidied up my roster & added t.ron!
#ă âââââ out of character.#hehe im excited#feel free to have a look#sorry if any muses in threads#are now in jail#bc the thread is also#now in jail#but they might come back!#i just wanna get a good#balance#and not have too many#or some#just for the sake of it#but im very excited about tron#with the new game announced#and rewatching the#films earlier this year#IM SOOO IN LOVE#always been a big favourite#anyway im home from work#gonna eat then write a little hehe#hope you're all okay!! <3
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Alrighty I really need to go to sleep so it will just be a really quick little thing- I read your last anon with the riding in his chair and like? đźâđš I just imagine Lando having the stamina of a teenage boy. Like he's ready everywhere and at anytime and getting turned on sooo easily lol
-âš
PLS Y E S
heâs up for it at any timeâŠ. imagine him not being able to have any pics of you near any area where he does any kind of work bcs he wonât be able to focus đ if he sees you and thinks of you, itâs overâŠ. and god the stamina đ”đ”đ”đ” very well put, my dear
#idk why im writing this but i thought of something that reminded me of lando#i went to a bday party at my friendâs place last year and all of a sudden#he and his gf disappeared up to his room for like an hour or however long it was#đ¶đ¶ idk it felt like a kinda lando thing#sneaking off like that bcs he just canât wait#anyways#bestie!! iâm really curious about you!!!#howâs everything going? are you settling in good? does everything feel okay??#feel free to tell me as much or as little as you want#id love to hear about it but also dw if it feels too private!!! đđ#i hope everything is going well#asks!#anon!#âš!
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goodnight gamers!
#ash rambles đ#it's been a pretty solid day! i didnt do much other than play j.udgment for hours straight tbh#and hey. I'm fine with that#I've had a lot on my mind as of late with just life and everything being pretty nuts so I'm glad to have that escape#i hope everyone is doing good#one day I'll organize this blog more and write some more fanfic also#... one day- i know i've said that time and time before#yawwwnnsss I'm so sleepy.. its about 1am rn so I'm about to snooze. just got to chapter uhhhh 8 of the game đđœ#something thats been on my mind a lot as of late is that i spend a lot of time supporting and writing shit for other peoples f/os and ships#which is great. it's awesome. it makes me happy. whenever i write these things there is never a doubt in my mind that the character LOVES#the shipper. when i say theyre soulmates i wholeheartedly mean that from the bottom of my heart. yet it's only when i write my own shit that#i get all insecure about it. especially in the case of my dearest husband since I really do just love him so much. i never do allow myself#that same grace huh? i never let myself be loved despite how i am towards my selfshipper friends#it's just been something that's been on my mind lately and it's something I'm trying to get better at. sometimes it's just hard to believe#that they really do feel the same. I adore these characters so much it makes my heart ache. that kind of love doesnt always come easy#okay now I'm just sleepy rambling#feel free to ignore this LMAAAOO#i am literally half asleep rn#gn gamers! sleep good! or good morning too if that applies#I'm gonna go fantasize about my husband + some y.akuza crushes and knock tf out#goodnighty!
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on quiet nights heâs sat with his brother, and in the privacy of their garden (âonce ShinjurĆ has gone, once he cannot hear) KyojurĆ has laid out his heart for him to see. Itâs vulnerable, it's bare. Heâs told him a story, a beginning from many moons ago, so heâs learned about the flower that blooms at night.
thereâs secrecy between both rengoku brothers, and after all thatâs happened, after all this time, senjurĆ has made a place in time under moonlight to sit and share a piece of his mind with the other side of his heart.
his hands? small, calloused from his training and work (not to the extent of his brotherâs, thatâs for sure) and dry from house work. but he still takes kaiyaâs tender ones between his own.Â
senjurĆâs smile is one he shares with the sun, and so he speaks, with intent, with his heart on his sleeve:
â kaiyaâŠyouâre not alone. you never were. â // ajkshkd from that little inbox call! i hope this makes sense? if not lmk ill switch it EEEP!
@xstarlights ft. @szukis/@yasashiiku's kyojuro | unprompted | always accepting!
it's a habit, kaiya's come to realize, to carry burdens as though she were atlas, shoulders aching and lips firmly pressed together in a deceptive smile. she isn't sure which parent she gets this from, or if maybe it's something born from her own experiences -- maybe to lessen her mother's pain, even a little, when she lost her other half.
she hadn't realized, though, that she acted as if she were alone rather than surrounded by loved ones. even as she struggled to support her grieving mother, as she stumbled and denied her own grief, she hadn't reached for the hands of her neighbors. their palms were ready, waiting, yet kaiya kept her fists curled within the safety of her kimono. she believed she was being kind.
even sei and chinatsu aren't often aware of all kaiya keeps to herself. she... she just doesn't want them to worry. they have their own problems to face, and they do more than enough already.
she's being kind, considerate. that's all.
but that isn't it exactly. not since becoming a demon. now she worries how others may view her, how they might hate her if they knew her whole story. so kaiya keeps it all to herself, even the pieces that make it impossible to sleep without waking up in tears.
no one should burden themselves with her heavy heart. to be alone in her guilt and despair only seems fair after what she's done.
still there are those who believe otherwise, like kyojuro whose warmth has always been persistent, never-changing. how delicately he's cradled her heart between his hands, touched the ugly, scarred parts without judgement, without reluctance. kaiya never asked this of him. she didn't have to. his strength, his care, his affection -- he gives them unconditionally for in his eyes, she isn't an unforgiveable monster deserving retribution. she is only kaiya, someone who lost her way once and tries to do what's right now.
she wants to believe him, has begun feeling less like a tragic creature and more like... a human. but old habits die hard, and she can't help but keep her worries to herself as kyojuro recovers from his encounter with upper moon three. she doesn't bother sweet senjuro with the fear she's felt since learning of his brother's wounds, even when the boy gives her the opportunity to lean upon him. she doesn't show the discomfort she feels watching kyojuro struggle with tasks that were once easy ( how frustrated he must feel to be helpless when he was once so strong ), and she certainly doesn't share how hard it was to see him covered in bandages, how it felt like the sun had disappeared and left her cold and alone as she waited for kyojuro to wake up.
if it's been hard on kaiya, how much worse must it be for senjuro? how much worse must it be for kyojuro? she needs to be strong for them, bright and warm so they don't have to be.
the night air is cool as kaiya and senjuro sit on the engawa, though she can't feel the chill like the younger rengoku can. she realizes maybe she's kept him out here too long rambling on about the constellations and their stories -- the cold has turned his nose a cute shade of pink -- so naturally, kaiya apologizes. she gets carried away much too easily. that's alright, senjuro reassures her. there's something he wanted to talk to her about before they retire, though.
he surprises her when he takes her hands in his, smile radiant and soft like the first rays of sunrise. her heart stirs in her chest, thankful for the warmth she's so dearly missed, and tears spring to her eyes as senjuro speaks.
" kaiya... you're not alone. you never were. "
a shaky breath escapes from her quivering lips. " you're more like your brother than you realize, " kaiya muses, gripping senjuro's hands a little tighter and managing a smile. " i'm not a good liar, but i'm decent at pretending. not decent enough to fool you two, though. " then her gaze falls to their joined hands, and her voice comes out quieter, smaller, like she shouldn't speak the words aloud.
" it's just... easier for everyone else if i pretend i'm on my own. you already have so much to worry about without me adding to it. "
#xstarlights#AMBER!!!!! AHHHHH I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I LOVE THIS ASK SO SO SO MUCH OKAY#did it cause me to write way too much and ramble about stuff that had nothing to do with senjuro? yes and i hope that's okay asdfg#my gosh though this ask has lived in my head rent free since you sent it in and FINALLY I GET TO POST A REPLY!!!!!#feel free to continue it if you want but no pressure!! and absolutely no pressure to match my length :' )))))#i just love the potential of this dynamic it makes me soft and wanna weep okay!!!!#interactions | kaiya#turn sadness into kindness | main verse | kaiya
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indifferent [s.h.] 18+
an: heyyyy me again so yeah could not stop thinking about a pathetic steve so here we are!! enjoy and feel free to send suggestions, concepts, or just chat!!
side note i listened to i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys on a loop while writing this so do with thag what you will!
masterlist here!!
summary: you and steve are coworkers and while you try (and fail) to act like he doesnât exist, heâs a little obsessed with you and would do anything to have your attention
(fem!reader x steve harrington)
warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, public teasing (nothing too crazy), jealous reader, dirty talk, f masturbation, fingering, biting, kissing, spit, handjob MDNI!!!!!
wc: 15.5k
When it came to Steve Harrington, you were indifferent.Â
You didnât fall in with the group of girls who fawned over him like some king, worshiping the ground he walked on and giggling at his attempts at jokes. But you didnât fall in with the other group either. The ones that hated him, that called him names and rolled their eyes when he walked in the room with a smile on his face.Â
So you fell somewhere in the middle. To you Steve Harrington was your coworker, someone you often had to pick up the slack for or cover for when he was running late. You wouldnât call him a friend but wouldnât say he was your enemy either.Â
The arrangement the two of you had worked well for you. Youâd cover for him or save his ass when needed, and in turn heâd leave you alone. Well sometimes he would. You didnât mind him but sometimes it seemed like he could go on forever and you justâŠit drove you a little crazy, okay? He was good about leaving you be, making small talk for a little before the both of you quieted down and went about your shift.Â
Part of this arrangement was you teasing him until his cheeks burned and his felt fuzzy, but that was neither here nor there.Â
But sometimes you think he just couldnât help it. Heâd start going on about something and then it would be 45 minutes later and heâd still be going. You let him do this about once or twice a week. You didnât mind him or his company, so if it made him happy to ramble on every once in a while you could live with that. He was a yapper and you were quiet. You would hum along to something youâd heard on the way to work and entertain his chit chat for a few minutes but that was really it.Â
Did that mean you couldnât appreciate that he was actually really pretty? Of course not! He had dimples that made him seem boyish and sweet, even when he was being a menace. His hair was perfect, especially after heâd spent the day running his hands through it a million and one times. His lips were pouty and pink and so what if you stared at them when he was droning on about something? A perfect nose that youâd admired the slope of more times than you could count when he was sitting beside you going through returns.Â
He was pretty. You wouldnât deny that. But that was it. No more, no less. It didnât mean you liked him or wanted him or would fall to your knees for him like half of Hawkins did. Sure, you passed the time at work by teasing him and making him squirm, but it was only because you were bored and he was there, all pretty and willing.Â
You were indifferent.Â
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Steve liked you.Â
If you were in the same room as him he couldnât help but to watch you. He didnât know if you saw him and he couldnât bring himself to care. Heâd watch the way youâd tuck your hair behind your ear once every few minutes. Heâd watch you scrunch your nose when you were reading and pout your rosy lips when sorting through dvdâs. God you were just so pretty.Â
He wanted your attention all the time, he craved it. He knew he looked like a little lovesick puppy the way he followed you around and hoped youâd smile at him or indulge his ramblings every now and then.Â
Pathetic. Thatâs what he was when it came to you. Sometimes you were a little mean to him but he liked it, loved anything youâd give him. He would even show up late on purpose sometimes just to hear you scold him!Â
âMânot always gonna be here to cover for you, Harrington. Be a big boy and get to work on time.â
His cheeks would be pink and heâd give you a shy smile, promising this was the last time but you both knew better than to believe that. You didnât put up with his bullshit, you called him out when he needed it and you didnât try and act like somebody you werenât around him. He loved it.Â
Like today, youâd barely come in the door before he was on your heels, going on about some party from the weekend before and how it was sooo lame and that he didnât have any fun. Heâs so occupied with his rambling he doesnât realize youâve stopped until he slams into your back, hands coming up to grip your shoulders so you donât both fall over.Â
Your hands grip the counter just in time and he expects you to turn around and gripe at him, scolding him like a toddler whoâd been on your heels but you donât. You huff a laugh and playfully shove at his shoulder, shaking your head.Â
âJesus, Harrington. Maybe I need to get you a leash, hm?âÂ
And maybe Steve likes that a little too much because he can feel the tips of his ears burning and blush working its way up his neck and covering his cheeks in a pink that makes him squirm.Â
He watched you quirk an eyebrow at him, a knowing smirk on those lips heâs dreamed about for months and he wonders why heâs not more embarrassed, why his heart is racing and his cock is swelling in his pants. Fuck.
âOn second thought, I think maybe youâd like that a little too much.âÂ
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One thing you love about working with Steve is teasing him. Youâve done good to not let him get too close to you, staying neutral when it comes to his antics but you canât help the giddiness you feel watching him blush and squirm when youâre mean to him. Youâve come to learn he likes when you embarrass him.Â
Youâre embarrassed to admit it makes you feel a little powerful, a little special when you make him this way. Heâs not the big, bad, âKing Steveâ he was in high school when heâs in front of you, oh no. You think heâs quite pathetic the way heâs practically attached to your hip and you relish in the way he hangs onto every word you give him, especially considering you donât give him much.Â
Like today youâre perched on a stool at the cash register, barely working oscillating fan doing little to cool you down when the ac is shitty, pushing around warm air that makes your thighs stick together and leaves a sheen of sweat on your forehead. You hate the heat, but what you donât hate is the way Steveâs eyes are glued to your thighs, watching closely every time you readjust or a bead of sweat slides down your leg.Â
âCareful, Steve, I won't be happy if you drool on my leg.â That snaps him out of it, shoulders thrown back as he whips his head up to your face and oh yep! Thereâs those red cheeks youâve come to like so much.Â
He opens his mouth to say something, probably nothing that would make sense but you spare him from trying to explain his wandering eyes, reaching down into your bag to pull out your next bit of entertainment for the day.Â
Thisâll be good.
Out of the corner of your eye you see him watching you closely and you canât help the smirk you wear when your fingers find what you were looking for, wrapping around it and pulling it out for Steve to see. You donât miss the way his lips part or the way he grips the counter in front of you.Â
âTheyâre my favorite,â you wave the cherry blow pop in front of you like youâve found gold, smirking at the way his eyes follow it through the air, âI only have the one but I can share, I guess.âÂ
It would be rude of you to not offer him any. You might tease and be mean, but you certainly werenât rude!
Ripping the wrapper off you waste no time, sticking the sweet treat in your cheek, throwing away the trash and swinging your legs around so youâre face to face with Steve, knees pressed against his as your feet dangle off the stool.Â
Maybe you could blame the way you make a show out of it on the lack of customers today. Youâve been here for 4 hours and only a handful of people have come in. Yeah, thatâll do. Thatâs why you pull it from your mouth with a pop that makes him flinch, lolling your tongue around the candy in a way that makes his eyes glaze over. You can hear him gulp when you hollow your cheeks and close your eyes, pretending like the taste of artificial cherry is whatâs making your ears buzz and your heart race.Â
Dragging the blow pop from your mouth you gasp, letting your tongue swipe against your bottom lip that youâre sure is shiny with spit. âOh, where are my manners! Here ya go, Harrington, have a lick.âÂ
Not giving him a second to react, you surge forward, pushing the sucker against his lips before he has the chance to open, smearing the stickiness and your spit around his mouth and smiling wide at the sight of him, a tint of red around his pouty lips that suits him well.Â
âMessy boy, arenât you?â You swipe your thumb over his lips, collecting some of the mess and you can see the way his tongue peaks out and you know heâs dying to let it touch your thumb. You pull back before he can, popping your thumb in your mouth and humming around it as if itâs the blow pop itself.Â
âTold you I could share!âÂ
You could be indifferent to him and still want to make him melt to his knees for you, right?Â
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Steve thought about the cherry blow pop incident for weeks. He was surprised he didnât cum in his pants like a teenager when the spit soaked treat touched his lips or when he watched you suck on your thumb after it swiped across his mouth.Â
That was just one example of how you tortured him, how he loved it. Heâd had to go home that night and barely made it through the front door before he was pulling his cock out and picturing you on your knees in front of him, teasing him for being a âmessy boy.âÂ
You had no idea.Â
This shit would happen, these events that Steve was positive were chemically altering his brain chemistry, and he wasnât supposed to fall in love with you? Youâd do something like that, something so hot it was engraved in his mind forever and then five minutes later it would be as though it never happened. Youâd smirk at him, go back to what you were doing and spend the rest of the day ignoring him or giving him one word responses while he begged at your feet for a scrap of attention.Â
He really was like a puppy.Â
So he was confused, beyond confused on if you were friends, if you wanted himâŠhe just didnât know what to make of it. He hadnât seen you act this way with anyone else and it made him feelâŠspecial. God he was pathetic.Â
The problem with all this was that he wasnât entirely sure you didnât hate his guts. I mean yeah, youâd tease and scold him when he was being an idiot and you were mean but never cruel or malicious. But you also never really went out of your way to start a conversation, never really cared to keep one up with him either. You rarely smiled at him, which killed him, because he saw the way youâd laugh at something Robin said or the amusement dancing in your eyes when the kids came in to raise hell. You never let him have it though, and fuck he wishes you would. All he got were teasing smirks and he wasnât complaining about them, not one bit, but he wanted to see if he could make you all sweet and mushy like everyone else did.Â
Thereâs been a few times heâs caught you staring but you never back down, never look embarrassed to have been watching him and he wonders if you were staring so hard to put a curse on his bloodline or something! He wouldnât mind if you were, the feel of your eyes on him somewhat satiate the craving he has for you.Â
Heâs thinking about you again, just like always. In fact heâs so deep in thought, leaned forward letting his chin rest in his palm that for once he doesnât notice you come up behind him.Â
He wishes he would have noticed you because then maybe he could have prepared himself to talk you and then maybe he wouldnât have fucked everything up the way he did. Maybe it wouldâve gone differently and ended without you in tears and him feeling the world's biggest douche bag.Â
âDreaminâ about me, Harrington?âÂ
âArenât I always.â He meant for it to come out teasingâbut it didnât. Now you were staring at him and he was staring out the window, the tips of his ears burning and he wished he could swallow his own tongue.Â
âAnyways, any chance youâll cover my shift this Friday?âÂ
âWhy? Where are you going?â Full on pouting now he finally met your gaze. You never missed a shift, in fact you were the only one that anyone could count on to pick up extra shifts.Â
âWho are you, my daddy?âÂ
His fingers twitched on the counter in front of him and neither of you missed the way his throat bobbed. Jesus Christ you made him crazy. âIf you must know, I have a date and Friday is the only day that works.âÂ
Waitâwhat? You had a date? With someone who was not him. Based on the way his heart dropped to his ass, he realized he might want far more than just your attention. His throat clogged as he looked at you, waiting as patiently as possible for his answer but fuck a date? Youâd never gone on one as long as heâd known youâwell that he knew of.Â
âButâŠyou donât go on dates.âÂ
âAnd what the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
Oh he was fucked now. Heâd opened his big mouth and pissed you offânot in the way heâd liked either. âWell I just, I just meant Iâve never seen anyone ask yoâI didnât think anyoneâŠor youâŠIâve never seen you go on one so I just figured you didnât.â His foot could not get any further down his throat. He was fucking this up royally, but he was flustered! The pretty girl he liked was going out with someone, god knows who, and his feelings were a little hurt, even if he didnât have the right!Â
âForget it.â Any amusement youâd held towards him vanished, something else passed over you that he recognized as hurt and then anger. Lots of anger.Â
âWait! Mâsorry, I didnât mean it like thaââ
âNo you wait, Harrington. I donât care what you think or what you think you know, itâs none of your business. I didnât ask for you to question whether it was possible someone could like me enough to take me out, I asked if youâd cover my shift. Whichâby the wayâis not a big ask considering I cover your ass at least two times a week! But forget it, asshole, Iâm sure my date was a fluke anyways, right?âÂ
Before he could apologize or even blink youâd stormed away, slamming the break room door behind you. Shit he was an idiot! A huge, massive, blubbering idiot whoâd made you more mad than heâd ever seen. His words got all jumbled around you anyways let alone when he was jealous over someone else getting to take you out.Â
Heâd fucked up big time and was just sure you were cursing his bloodline now.Â
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Big, angry tears rolled down your cheeks in the employee bathroom youâd locked yourself in for the last twenty minutes. You were pissed, livid even, but more than that you were hurt. Which was only making you more mad, because why the hell did Steve Harrington have the power to hurt your feelings! He wasnât anyone to you but a coworker, maybe an acquaintance, and yet here you were crying in the bathroom at work because heâŠwhat? Didnât think you were pretty enough or cool enough orâwhatever he fuckinâ thoughtâto date?Â
Okay, sure he didnât say that exactly, but how else were you supposed to take his blubbering. And yeah, for the most part you were quiet and reserved and didnât give a fuck what anyone thought, but that didnât mean you didnât have feelings for godsake.Â
At the end of the day Steve was a guy, a cute guy that youâd admired for his beauty and wouldnât deny that he was overall sweet and kind, and you were a girl, a girl who apparently was not meant for dates.Â
And that hurts your feelings more than youâd care to admit.Â
A knock on the door had you wiping at your cheeks furiously, though at this point nothing would be able to hide your red cheeks and swollen eyes. âWho is it?â You cringed at how your voice sounded cracked and whiny.Â
âItâs Robin,â Oh thank god. Thank fucking god it wasnât Steve. âDingus is out here looking like heâs about to have a meltdown but wonât tell me whatâs up, just said you were back here and that I should come check on you.âÂ
Taking a deep breath you pulled the door open just enough for Robin to slip in, quickly closing it back behind her and trying not to let your bottom lip tremble when she turned to look at you and gasped. You werenât even a crier! What was going on!Â
âWoaâshit I donât think Iâve ever seen you cry. Are you okay? What happened? Did they get Steve too, he seriously looks two seconds away from curling up on the floor.â Hands immediately covering your face you sigh, willing no more tears to fall until you can get out of here and into your own bed.Â
âItâs not, I justâI really donât wanna talk about it right now, okay? Do you think you could start early and cover the rest of my shift? I promise Iâll make it up to you I justâŠRob I just need to go home.âÂ
âOf course I can, are you crazy? Thereâs nothing to make up. Go! Iâll tell Harrington youâre not feeling well and heâs stuck with me for the rest of the night,â giving you a reassuring squeeze as you gathered your things youâd grabbed on the way in here you gave her what you hoped came off as a thankful smile, âand whenâifâyou wanna talk about this, Iâm here. Just so you know. I can listen sometimes despite what they all say.âÂ
You nodded, squeezing her hand and giving yourself one last look in the mirror, grimacing at the utter mess you saw staring back at you. Hiking your bag on your shoulder you fled the safety of the bathroom and all but ran to the door.Â
Steve was with a customer, the polite smile he had on his face completely wiped off when he caught a glimpse at your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. You didnât spare him one look, practically running for the door without uttering a word in his direction.Â
God he felt like a piece of shit. He doesnât think heâd ever seen you upset, let alone crying. Heâd fucked up bad and didnât know how to fix it when heâs sure you wouldnât give him the time of day now.Â
Heâd have to find a way to make this better, the pit in his stomach growing when he thought of you being upsetâhurtâbecause of him.Â
He stood there staring at the door until Robin came up beside him, a concerned look on her face as she studied him. âDid she say what happened?âÂ
âNo, she didnât. Just said she needed to go home and didnât want to talk about it. Iâve never seen her so upset though, Iâm worried.â
He was thankful she didnât call him out for his bullshit. It was obvious whatever happened had been between the two of you and he didnât think he couldnât take Robin ripping into him right now, even if he deserved it.
âYeah, me too.â And fuck he was.Â
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3 days since Steve had made you cry. The more you thought about it, the worse you felt because if you were being honest with yourself, maybe there was a small, teeny tiny part of you that grew fond of Steve. Steve with his goofy smile and bashful grin when heâd tell you stupid jokes.Â
It was one thing to be hurt because heâd been a jerk, but now you were dealing with feelings you didnât want. Youâd been hurt because you liked Steve and hearing him sayâŠwell you guess he didnât say much, just stumbled his way through some sentences that all started pretty shitty, your feelings were all twisted up that he viewed you a certain way.Â
But instead of thinking too hard about these newfound feelings you had, you chose to ignore it completely. Obviously! You didnât have the time or energy to worry about what Steve Harrington thought of you, especially when you glance at the clock on your nightstand and shit youâre gonna be late for work!Â
This is your first shift in 3 days and your stomach turns because you know youâll be working with Steve. It also happened to be Friday, the day of your date that you had canceled in a fit of hurt and anger when you got home from your last shift. But based on how that jackass you couldnât even remember the name of took it, youâd dodged a bullet.Â
Youâre pulling into Family Video before you know it, dread washing over you and it doesnât help that the humid summer heat as your bare thighs sticking to your seat, it only adds to your frustration. You make no move to actually get out, but you know you canât afford to miss a shift or risk this job so you get it over with, pulling yourself out and walking in before you say fuck it and head back home.Â
Walking through the front doors you see him immediately, standing behind the counter with worry etched between his brows and a small frown on his face. He looks like a kicked puppy, staring you down as if youâve wronged him.Â
âYouâre late.âÂ
You stiffen, spine straightening at his words and a string of curses are on the tip of your tongue, ready to lash out at him because how dare he. But before you get the chance heâs speaking again, effectively cutting off the tyrade you had going on your head.Â
âAnd thatâs fine, totally fine! Youâre just never late so I was worried, but then again I know todayâs Friday so I wasnât sure if youâd be showing up at allâŠI didnât get the chance to tell you the other day Iâd already told Robin Iâd cover her shift today but I talked to the boss and if you need to go you can, I can manage one night by myself, I swear!âÂ
You didnât answer him, walking past and heading to the break room to hang up your things and try and mentally prepare for what was sure to be the longest shift of your life. The only thing you had going for you was that it was a Friday night, so hopefully youâd be busy and not have time to stress over being stuck with Steve.Â
When you come back out heâs standing in the same spot you left him, staring around like a lost little kid waiting for someone to give him direction. Well you won't be doing it tonight. Wordlessly you take a seat on the stool, trying your best to ignore his stare burning into the side of your face. Youâd snap at him if you didnât think youâd have a meltdown.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to go? I know you said tonight was the only night that would work for your date and I swear to you I can handle it. The placeâll still be standing tomorrow.âÂ
Maybe you should go. You could go home and lay in your bed and wallow some more, eat some ice cream and try and forget the past week had ever happened. But you couldnât. You needed the money and you certainly werenât gonna hide from Steve when heâs the one that fucked up. So with all the courage you can muster you turn to him, doing your best to give a blank face so he canât see the hurt brewing behind your eyes.Â
âNo, Harrington. I donât go on dates, remember?âÂ
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Steve watches you turn away from him and fuck, okay he deserved that. He was a major asshole who had spent the last 3 days trying and failing to figure out how to get you to forgive him.Â
Then you walk in looking so pretty that for a second he forgets that youâre mad at him, that he had fucked up. But then he sees your eyes and they look sad, detached and that kills him all over again.Â
If he thought you might have disliked him before then he had no idea how good he had it! Heâd give anything for you to smirk at him, to call him an idiot or to roll your eyes and pretend like you didnât care when he rambled on, even though he could tell you did care, your eyes always gave you away.Â
âCan I please justââ
âNo.â
âPlease, Iâm begging for you to justââ
âNo, Steve.âÂ
âButââ
âNope.â
âGoddamnit please just let me at least try and explain myself a little bit. I know I donât deserve it but I hurt you and I never, ever wanted to do that. Please. 5 minutes, honey. Please.âÂ
He thinks heâs shocked you, eyes widening the tiniest bit before you shrug at him, casting a quick look his way before you turn back around and face away from him.Â
âIâm listening.âÂ
Doing your best to ignore the fact that he just called you honey, heâs never done that, you turn to him and shrug, trying to act indifferent but on the inside youâre dying to know what he has to say. You want to know what he really thinks even though it goes against everything youâve ever thought or stood for.Â
Jesus Christ you were the pathetic one, hoping for the reassurance of King Steve. Highschool you would absolutely kick your ass if she could see you now.Â
âIâm notâŠgood at sorting my thoughts, especially around you and the shit I said the other day came out so wrong, so not how I meant it and I justâfuck Iâm sorry. I never want you to be sad or hurt because of meâŠor anything at all,â He didnât even know how to properly say anything without it coming out that he just liked you so much it made him a fool! âI was not trying to suggest people didnât want to take you out, that came out all wrong. Iâm sure thereâs a line of people just waiting for you to give them a chance,â I would know, Iâm front and center. âBut I was just surprised because I hadnât ever heard you talk about going on dates so I guess I just assumedâŠI donât know. Iâm an idiot who was also maybe just a little jealous and fuck itâs not even my business what you do! The point is that Iâm sorry, okay? Iâm so sorry that I hurt your feelings, it was never my intention.âÂ
It had been a few minutes with neither of you saying anything, the store empty and only the buzz of the crappy ac could be heard around you as he waited for you to say something, anything.Â
âDo you want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness? Iâll do it, I swear. I hate you being upset with me, it fuckinâ sucks.â He couldnât help it, his skin was crawling the longer you stayed quiet and he thinks heâd do anything to get you to not look so sad.Â
He hears a small huff from you and if he was looking heâd have seen it was a small laugh of disbelief. âI may be mean but Iâm not cruel, Harrington. I wouldnât make you get on your knees on this floor.âÂ
Relief flooded through him and despite the humidity swirling around in the air he swore he felt cooler, lighter than he did before. âDoes this mean Iâm off your shit list then?âÂ
Your laugh was loud this time and he felt his chest swell with pride that he had been the one to cause it, even if he hadnât meant to.Â
âWhat makes you so sure I have a shit list?âÂ
âOh come on, you definitely do.â Things felt somewhat normal again and it eased the ache in his chest that had lived there for 3 long days. Maybe this whole thing would make you guys even closer, actually make you friends.Â
âAlright, maybe I do. And youâre definitely on it, but not because of what happened,â He found himself smiling at you and if he looked close enough he swore he saw a ghost of a smile on your lips before you wiped it away with the back of your hand, âbut about the other day, IâŠyou did hurt my feelings. I know, itâs shocking I have them but every once in a while Iâm reminded Iâm just like the rest of you, unfortunately. Look, Iâve worked with you a while and youâre sweet, Steve. Youâre a good guy and when you were saying those thingsâŠI know you didnât mean it the way it came out, but it made me feel..fuck I hate this shit. It made me feel like you thought I wasnât good enough or pretty enough or some shit like that and it justâŠit fucked with me, okay? But I know youâd never be cruel like that so I forgive you. Weâll forget this happened so I donât have to talk about my feelings anymore and weâll be good. We are good. Fuck Iâll even admit weâre friends if we can not talk about this ever again.âÂ
âYou think I donât think youâre pretty or good enough?â That was all his brain could think of. How the fuck could you think that? Had he not been obvious? He all but drooled over you every time you were in his line of sight.Â
âReally, Steve? Thatâs all you got! I just said we were friends. I'd thought youâd be over the moon.â Your eyes were looking everywhere but him and he knew you were trying to deflect. Youâd just been vulnerable with him and he should move on but he couldnât stomach you thinking you werenât good enough or pretty enough, let alone thinking that he thought those things!Â
âHoney, Iâd be lucky even if you even gave me a second glance. Good enough? Youâre too good for me and every other sorry prick in this town. I fuckinâ swear it. I was caught off guard and jealous. Jealous that someone else had gotten you to give them the time of day!â You looked stunned but he kept going, âAnd I can give you all the dirty details about how pretty you are. How I spend all day practically getting paid to stare at you, what a job! How Iâve memorized every little detail of your pretty face, how I stare a little too long when youâre bent over in front of me. Or how I think about your cute little mouth wrapped around that blow pop and wish it was myââ
âSteve Harrington!â Youâd slapped your palm over his mouth to shut him up and if he wasnât enjoying how squirmy you suddenly were heâd nip at your palm to make you jump. It was nice seeing you all red faced and hot because of him for a change, even though he loved it when it was the other way around.Â
Maybe heâd said too much, let his filter slip a little too far but he wantedâno needed for you to know how perfect you were. Not just to him but to anyone with common sense.Â
Pulling your palm away he opened his mouth but you shot him a glare as he did, as if you could sense he was going to do it. He watched as you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and cleared your throat bringing your weary eyes to meet his.Â
âSmacking me around now?â He was a little shit, he knew it but he was sure you liked it anyway.Â
âYou love it.â And shit, youâd got him there. Heâd let you do anything you wanted to him with a smile on his face and his heart happy. But just because heâd made you feel better didnât mean the hurt just went away and heâd do whatever it took to fix it.Â
âCaught me,â He threw you a wink that you ignored, rolling your eyes at him, âbut seriously, thereâs not one thing wrong with you and Iâm sorry that I made you feel any different. Iâm a dick. Iâll tell you till Iâm blue in the face how pretty you are if thatâs what it takes.âÂ
âOh no, Iâve heard plenty, you perv. Now I know why youâre so quiet when Iâm reorganizing the bottom shelves, youâre staring at my ass!â He shrugged at you sheepishly, not being near as embarrassed as he should be for admitting that.Â
âButâŠthank you, Steve. This was just a misunderstanding that youâve more than cleared up. Weâre good, Harrington. Iâm good.â And the relief he felt was seen on his face and felt throughout his body. He couldâve used the moment to be sweet, dragging out the conversation but you still looked a little uneasy about opening up to him so he thought it better to go back to territory you were comfortable with, him annoying you.Â
âOh I know weâre good! Weâre friends now, remember? Donât think Iâll ever let you forget it.âÂ
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Things between you and Steve had beenâŠgood.Â
There was a bit of tension between you, the kind that made your throat dry when you looked at him and your thighs clench when he whispered something in your ear if customers were around and he didnât want them to hear. Maybe it was from the things he admitted or maybe it was because you were suddenly much more aware of Steve.Â
Youâd had your talk, if you could call it that, a few weeks ago and the time youâve spent together since then had been mostly normal. Steve, getting on your nerves, rambling about nothing for as long as youâd let him, looking at you with those pitiful puppy dog eyes when you gave him some attention. You, teasing him relentlessly, even more now than before. Covering for him less, heâd been showing up on time almost every shift you had together. Bending over in front of him more just to hear him curse and see his cheeks flush.Â
And maybe kind of developing a crush on him.Â
Itâs not your fault, itâs his! How were you supposed to resist him after he said heâd be lucky to go out with you, after he told you heâd been jealous someone else was, after he told you how pretty you were and how he thought about your mouth wrapped around hisâ
Fuckâno, you were not going down that road again. Every time you thought about what he said, how genuine and needy he seemed when he talked about you, your head got all fuzzy and your knees threatened to give out. It was all you could do not to pounce on him the second the words left his mouth.Â
So yeah, you had a big fat crush on Steve Harrington.Â
Heâd also taken your comment about being friends to heart, bringing it up every chance he got and using it as an excuse for the two of you to spend even more time together. Youâd walk in Family Video and heâd flash you that smile, opening his arms for a hug you pretended to hate but in reality looked forward to every day.Â
âHello, friend.âÂ
âAs your friend I have to tell you how pretty you look today.âÂ
âCâmon friend, come to this party with me. Itâll be lame without you.âÂ
Youâd threatened to revoke his âfriendâ privileges and heâd gasped, clutching his chest dramatically and pretending to stumble to the floor. It took everything in you not to giggle at his antics. You were quickly becoming obsessed with Steve, and even more obsessed with how quick you could get him to turn into a puddle at your feet.Â
That was how you find yourself here at the Hawkins public pool with your bag strap digging uncomfortably into your shoulder and sweat dripping down your back, wearing what youâd bet was a grimace as you walked around the scattered chairs looking for Steve.Â
One thing that remained constant and strong was the mid summer heat that took your breath away and put you in a less than pleasant mood most of the time. Poor Steve got the brunt of your frustration but he never complained. And thatâs why you finally agreed to come to the pool with him, because he was sweet and patient and adorable, even when he was annoying the shit out of you.Â
What you didnât account for was the added heat youâd endure from seeing Steve shirtless before you, arms crossed over his chest and pale pink swim trunks sitting on his hips.Â
When did Steve Harrington get chest hair and why was your mouth watering over it? It made him look sexy, older in a way that erased all boyish features youâd come to love. He lookedâŠfuck he looked hot. His hair was slicked back and you knew heâd already gotten in, too impatient to wait for the 10 minutes longer it had taken you to get here. He had a trail of hair on his lower belly that ran down under the band of his swim trunks and you think you might have actually let out a whimper at the sight.Â
You took a step toward him and cursed yourself when your legs wobbled a little bit. If he saw it he didnât say anything, righting yourself quickly and making your way over so you could toss your bag into his waiting arms, trying not to look at the patch of chest hair just inches from your face and failing miserably.Â
âMy own personal pool boy, a girl could get used to this.âÂ
It didnât take long to figure out that the easiest and quickest way to get yourself together was to turn it on him, to make his hands twitch and his stomach clench and to tease him until he was panting like a puppy.Â
âAt your service, maâam.âÂ
Grabbing your arm he tugged you to the chairs heâd saved for the two of you, a cooler sitting between them with the lunch heâd made for the both of you. It makes your heart skip a beat and your tummy flutters. Your sweet Stevie.Â
He sat your bag down between the chairs, laying back so his arms were stretched back and crossed behind his head, a twinge in your stomach tightening as you watched him stretch out before you. A fucking Greek god. You needed to even the playing field and you needed to do it now.Â
Grabbing the sunscreen from your bag you put on the sweetest smile you could conjure while your body screamed at you to straddle his thighs and kiss him dumb. âStevie, can you help me out with this?â He nodded without thought, thatâs just how kind he was, sitting up to grab the bottle from your hands.Â
Before he could make a move to get up you knocked his legs apart, pushing yourself down and back so that you were wedged between his thighs, your back almost completely pressed against his front.Â
He cursed behind you, trying to scoot back but your hands dug into his thighs to keep him there, a silent plea. Youâre sure if you could see his face heâd look almost pained at the feeling of your skin pressed to his.Â
You heard him flip the cap open and squeeze some sunscreen in his hand, neither of you saying anything for a moment before he leaned forward, his lips almost touching the shell of your ear when he spoke, âsâgonna be cold.â You nodded wordlessly and straightened up a little, pushing back further into him.Â
âFuck.â You didnât mean for it to slip out and hoped you could blame it on the cold lotion hitting your back, but you knew that was a lie. Steveâs big, calloused hands on your shoulders and back had you holding back whines and moans threatening to climb up your throat. Jesus Christ this felt good, too good.Â
Any composure you had left flew out the window at his next move and you were quickly falling behind in the one sided game youâd started with him.Â
You felt his hands move down lower to where the string of your bikini tied in the back, your thighs clenching hard when he slid them toward the front, following the line of your top and just barely slipping under the cup of your breast to tease the skin there before he was pulling back and going to your shoulders again.Â
Holy fuck.Â
He tensed behind you when your fingers dug harder into his thighs, but you didnât even mean to. It was just a knee jerk reaction to his fingers gliding over the underside of your boob for Christ's sake. It wasnât until you leaned back just a little, totally innocent you were just readjusting, that you felt it.Â
Steve was hard. His swimsuit did a shit job of concealing it. And he was pressed up against you so tightly you could feel him throb against your lower back when you gasped. This was your opportunity to one up him, to move ahead a few spaces.Â
Head turning to the side just slightly so he was in your peripheral, you needed to make sure he was looking and listening. You spoke as if you werenât dripping wet yourself, thighs sore from how hard youâd been squeezing them together.Â
âPoor baby, touching my shoulders and grazing a pair of tits has you all needy, huh?âÂ
He whined low in his throat, leaning forward to press his forehead against your back. You could feel little puffs of air against your skin as he tried to compose himself, not that youâd let him.Â
âStop. Donât be mean.â The words were whispered against your skin and you smiled.Â
âDonât act like you donât like it when Iâm mean. Gets you hard, doesn't it, when I tease you?â You were being mean, so mean, but if the way he subtly tried to buck up against you was indication of how he felt, he loved it.Â
You kept going, basking in the feeling of his hands grilling your hips tight and his breathing against your back was getting faster the more you talked.Â
âYou really are like a puppy. Itâs just so fucking cute how whiny you get when youâre like this.âÂ
Both of you stilled when a whimper slipped out a little too loud and all of a sudden you remembered where you were, a fucking public pool. Steve must have realized too because he pulled back, scooting far enough away that you werenât touching anymore and you hated how you already missed the feel of his skin on yours.Â
Clearing your throat you shuffled over to the other chair, glancing at Steve to see his mouth shut and eyes looking anywhere but you. Maybe youâd gone too far. You opened your mouth to apologize but before you could he was up and tugging you to the edge of the pool, jumping in and practically dragging you in with him.Â
The cool water actually did a good job of cooling you down, physically and mentally. When you broke the surface, gasping for air, Steve was already there looking at you. You couldnât read the look on his face, couldnât tell if he was upset with you so you bit the bullet.Â
âMâsorry if I went too far, Steve. Itâs justâŠyou wereâŠthe sunscreenâyou were making me feel crazy so I wanted to even it up. I shouldnât have done that though, especially not here. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.âÂ
For the first time since you came up from the water he broke his stare, opting to look around you before he came closer, pulling you in so no one would hear your conversation.Â
âDonât be sorry, Iâm not. I only pulled away because I was seconds from cumming in my shorts like a teenage boy and I was embarrassed.âÂ
Lips pulling into a smile you covered your mouth and he pouted at you, huffing like a child when he saw you trying not to laugh at him. âNo need to be embarrassed, Stevie. You canât help that youâre a needy little thing.âÂ
His hand swatted at yours that had come up to pinch his cheeks and you cooed at him to tease him further. âSo mean.â He tried to look annoyed but failed and it made your stomach dip at how pretty he looked, drops of water falling off his lashes, lashes you and every girl in Hawkins would kill for.Â
âYou really are pretty, Harrington.â The tips of his ears burned bright red and he moved toward you instinctively, like he wanted to kiss you. God did you want to kiss him. But you didnât want to do it in a public place where you wouldnât be able to make a mess of him after so you pulled back and splashed some water in his face with a giggle.Â
âCâmon big boy, letâs swim! I didn't come all this way just to stare at your cute face.âÂ
Although you wouldnât mind it.Â
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The next few weeks are quiet, work goes by painfully slow when youâre not with Steve and you hate it. Your shifts with Steve are filled with teasing touches and flushed cheeks and very little work.Â
Youâve also been spending a good chunk of the time youâre not at work with Steve as well. He somehow almost always convinces you to come over to watch a movie or go with him for a late night ice cream run. You find yourself in his car or playing with his hair while you lay in your bed more often than not.Â
And you love it.Â
Trying to act like you werenât obsessed with him was exhausting so you mostly gave it up. Youâd smile at him more, laugh at his jokes more freely, and have become much more touchy with him.Â
Neither of you could seem to keep your hands off each other if you were in the same room. He always had to have a hand on your hip or one holding your thigh and you couldnât keep your fingers from rubbing at his neck or slipping through his hair if he was close.Â
There hadnât been a conversation about what was happening, but neither of you seemed to mind. You think that youâd become best friends who were just crazy about each other and that was enough for both of you.Â
Until it wasnât.Â
If you were being fair, you knew that technically you and Steve hadnât officially become exclusive or anything. The two of you probably werenât even dating, even though you spent all your time together. Cuddling and teasing constantly.Â
But you werenât fair. Everyone who spent any amount of time in a public setting knew that you and Steve were, for lack of a better word, an item. If someone saw you at the grocery store or at the post office, or anywhere, it was a safe bet that Steve was two paces behind you if he wasnât already at your hip.Â
This was common knowledge. Or at least you thought it was. So itâs a surprise, a bad one at that, when you come back from your break with a smile on your face that is quickly wiped away when you see some blonde you went to school with hanging over the counter with her tits pushed at Steve, a devious smile on her face as she bats her eyelashes at him.Â
All the blood rushes from your body and youâre not sure you can even keep down the sandwich youâd had for lunch. A sandwich that Steve had made for you, might you add. Thereâs a horrible twist in your belly and youâve never felt such rage as you have looking at the way she toys with the collar of his shirt between her fingers and at the way he gives her a small smile and doesnât pull away.Â
You were jealous. So jealous it took the breath right out of you and made your brain go blank. One minute youâre standing there with your skin hot and heart pounding and the next youâre sliding back into your seat beside Steve with a glare so sharp it could cut glass.Â
âNeed help with anything or are you just gonna keep groping the staff?â If your glare was sharp your words were sharper, serious and stern and directed at the girl who was still touching Steve, your Steve.Â
Both the girl and Steveâs eyes widen at your tone. She finally takes a step back and you feel like you can breathe again. You see the way Steveâs staring at you but you donât look at him, you canât or you might do something crazy like hit this girl, or even worse, cry.Â
Once the initial embarrassment from your words wears off she straightens her back and narrows her eyes in your direction. âI think we had it handled, sweetie. Your coworker here,â You flinch at the way she emphasizes coworker and feel yourself shrink a little, âwas just giving me some movie recommendations. But thanks for the offer.âÂ
âIâll leave you to it then.â The words taste bitter on your tongue and you want to slap the smirk off her face so bad your palm twitches. Steve is quiet beside you and you canât even begin to process how that adds to your fury, to the pain thatâs bubbling up beneath your skin and threatening to spill out.Â
Youâve taken one, maybe two steps away from the counter, ready to go back to the bathroom of shame and cry again over Steve fucking Harrington when a hand on your wrist stops you.Â
The same hand, the one that belongs to the boy youâve become enamored with, tugs you gently back to his side, hand leaving you for just a second so he can wrap his arm around your waist and tug you into his side. Your hips are touching and you feel a wave of relief wash over you, the pain and anger dissolving while his hand grips you tightly against him.Â
A sick satisfaction runs through you as you watch the way her jaw clenches and her eyes dim as his arm curls around you. Coworker my ass. Steve clears his throat beside you, catching yours and her attention, âIâm afraid Iâm all out of recommendations for you, but maybe my coworker here has some for you.â Before she can even think about speaking you cut her off with a faux pout, âI donât think I do, sorry!âÂ
Deciding Steve isnât worth the battle youâre more than willing to start, what an idiot, she turns around and pretends to look through the new releases for all of five seconds before sheâs scurrying out of the store and leaving you both alone again.Â
Steve gives one last squeeze to your hip before he moves to sit back down, the reality of your little outburst smacking you in the face. Well, this is awkward. You sit down on your stool, tapping your hands on the counter while you try and gather the courage to look at him.Â
You hope heâs not upset with you and if he is wellâŠfuck him! Just because you havenât said it out loud doesnât mean heâs not yours. You know for a fact if he caught you flirting with a guy heâd be pissed! All whiny and pouty and pawing at you for attention. So you were justified in being upset, totally and fully justified.Â
Now youâve worked yourself up to tell him off and give him a piece of your mind, and you turn to him to do just that when it all slips away in an instant. Because Steve isnât upset, no, heâs staring at you with wide, bright eyes and a smirk so big and knowing you curse yourself in your head.Â
Oh this is even worse! Now youâve given him a big head, bigger than he already had!Â
âSo that wasâŠinteresting.â You can hear the amusement in his tone and you roll your eyes. You much prefer him all pathetic and whiny over thisâŠcocky Steve. But really you donât mind this either.Â
âShut it, Harrington.â You think if you werenât so obsessed with him youâd have the decency to be even a little embarrassed at how you acted but you arenât! You practically marked your territory in front of her and you canât find it in you to care or regret it.Â
âYou were jealous. Over me! Iâll never shut up about this! Iâm taking a spot in the paper for this, alerting the press as we speak!â His bottom lip between his teeth and he looked giddy like it was Christmas morning and heâd gotten the brand new shiny bicycle heâd spent all year wishing for.Â
You could have denied it, but what was the point in that? Everyone already knew anyway how you felt, you werenât exactly subtle about it. Might as well embrace it at this point.Â
âAnd so what if I was? Figure youâre mine anyways, right?â Your cheeks tint the lightest shade of pink as you watch him take in your words, his eyes a little wide and a small shy smile on his lips.Â
âI am?âÂ
God okay, maybe you hadnât been as obvious as you thought the last months.Â
âWellâŠI thought so. You take up all my time anyways, Harrington, might as well. Plus I like youâwell a lot. Iâm yours too, ya know. If you want I guess, I donât know, I thought this was just unspoken between us and now youâre making me nervous!âÂ
His lips parted in what could either be shock or awe, you werenât sure. He didnât look appalled at the idea so that was a good sign, right?Â
âIâm sorry I justâŠsometimes Iâm not even sure you like me all that much so Iâm just a little shocked but yes! Fuckâyes Iâll be whatever you want.âÂ
Maybe he was a little dumb or maybe you werenât as good at showing your feelings as you thought but either way youâd make sure he felt wanted, needed by you.Â
âSteve, if I didnât like you I promise I would not be spending all my time with you. Iâm mean sometimes because you like it and I like seeing you all messy and cute. Mâkinda obsessed with you, you idiot.â
His grin widened, dimples popping out and your heart sped up at the sight. He was pretty, so pretty and despite how you acted sometimes you felt so lucky that he even wanted to spend any time with you, let alone all of it. Steve Harrington had wiggled his way deep into your heart and your brain and you think your life would be dull without him.Â
âIâd ask you to pinch me but I know youâll make it hurt,â Your hand reached out automatically towards his thigh and he swatted you away with an eye roll, âIâm obsessed with you too, have been for months. Since the first day you started actually. Want you to be my girl, wanna be yours too.âÂ
Leaning forward you pressed a quick peck to the corner of his mouth and you felt his head turn, trying to catch your lips. He wouldnât get off the hook that easily, it took no effort to remember how it felt to see that girl's hands all over him. Even if it wasnât his fault you donât think heâd mind paying for it anyways. Add on the cocky grin he had earlier when he realized you were jealous and all of a sudden you had big plans for Steve Harrington, plans that made your thighs clench and had you pulsing around nothing.Â
You cooed at him, pulling back just in time to see his brows furrowed and a cute little pout working its way on his lips. He had no idea what was coming to him and you couldnât want to see how sorry he would be.Â
âPatience is key, baby.âÂ
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It was a week later when it all clicked for Steve.Â
A week of teasing touches and sneaky glances his way, even when people were looking. Youâd leave a kiss on his cheek or the corner of his mouth or on the side of his neck right right under his ear. He was going crazy, body leaning forward subconsciously anytime you were near him.Â
Youâve barely let him touch you and at first he was worried but youâd whisper in his ear about âpaybackâ for making you jealous and while he was nervous, now he was just excited. And impatient, wanting and begging for you to just do it already. He couldnât take much more teasing, his cock had been aching for what felt like forever and no matter how many times he found himself in bed, stroking himself to the thought of you, it wouldnât ever be enough.Â
He thinks youâve finally decided to put him out of his misery, calling him earlier to ask if you could come over, that you had a special surprise that was just for him. Heâd agreed without hesitation, telling you to come over whenever you wanted and that heâd be waiting for you. His parents werenât around this weekend so he didnât have to worry about them and he was thanking god for that.Â
It had been 4 hours and 37 minutes since you called, not that heâd been counting, when he heard a knock at his door that had him all but jumping over the couch and sprinting for the front door. He practically ripped it open, grinning wide as he took you in with dreamy eyes and his stomach twisted in knots.Â
You were wearing a sundress that reached about mid thigh and he had to hold himself upright with the door at the sight of your bare legs, tan and smooth and fuck he just needed to bite at the skin between your thighs. The dress had little strawberries printed all over and heâd bet money that you tasted just as sweet as the fruit. His mouth watered at the sight of your full lips all glossy with whatever youâd put on them and it took everything in him not to lean forward and suck your bottom lip into his mouth.Â
He didnât realize he had been standing there just staring until you cleared your throat, a knowing smirk on your lips as he shook his head to clear him from the daze youâd put him in. âSâpretty, youâre so pretty.â His voice was quiet and he wasnât sure if he meant for you to hear or if he was just talking to himself.Â
âThank you, handsome. Can I come in or do I need to stand on the porch with you eye-fucking me all night?â He doesnât think heâd ever get used to your crassness, even though he wasnât complaining about it. He loved that you spoke your mind, no matter how dirty, and hoped what one day heâd be comfortable doing that too.Â
âRight, right, yes come in,â Pulling the door open he stepped to the side so you could come in, knees wobbling when he caught a whiff of your perfume as you passed, âAre you hungry? I canâŠorder something. I donât have much to cool but maybe I could run to the store real quick?âÂ
He heard your muffled giggle as you walked through the house in front of him, hips swaying as you walked and he felt his cock twitch in his pants just looking at you.Â
âJust hungry for you, Stevie.âÂ
You were teasing, he knew that, but he wasnât sure you werenât serious by the way you eyed him over your shoulder like he was your prey. And fuck did he want to be. Heâd crawl around on the floor if you asked.Â
By the time he followed your trail and made it through the living room you were at the foot of the stairs, lip between your teeth and hands together behind your back all innocent. You both knew better than to believe that.Â
âCan I see your room?â Fuck this was happening. He nodded at you, grabbing your small hand with his and relishing in the way it felt to hold you. He led you up the stairs and was careful not to go too fast, to seem too eager. He knows youâd tease him for being so excited but based on the look in your eyes he thought that maybe you were pretty excited too.Â
Pushing his door open he watched as you took in his room, eyes light as you scanned over the posters heâd hung haphazardly, some artwork the kids had drawn for him hanging above his desk. His bed was unmade and he cursed himself, as if youâd care.Â
âLooks exactly how I pictured it.âÂ
âYou pictured my room?âÂ
âMaybe.âÂ
He stood still, leaning up against the door heâd closed and locked behind him as you made your way around, lifting up papers and magazines, humming quietly to yourself. You must have been a witch or something the way heâd become so entranced with you, following your every move like he wasnât meant to do anything else.
So when you turn around to face him quickly, heâs startled, eyes shooting up to meet yours like heâd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.Â
âAlright then, on the bed.âÂ
The flurry of questions he has does little to deter him as he scrambles past you and pushes on the bed a little too quickly. He falls forward face first and hears you snicker behind him. Heâs not sure where you want him so he hopes heâs right. He scoots back, flush against the wall, the headboard on his left and foot of the bed on his right.Â
âYou want this, Harrington? Iâm not misreading anything, right?âÂ
Heâs shaking his head furiously, eyes wide and mouth closed as he watches for your next move.Â
âOh now you have nothing to say? Months of knowing you and youâre hardly ever quiet. Use your words, big boy.âÂ
âY-yes, I want this. Whatever you want.âÂ
The smile you reward him with makes his chest ache and the blood rush through him so fast he can hear it pounding in his ears. He thinks he wants you looking like that all the time, proud and pleased with him.Â
âGood! Itâs time for payback then.âÂ
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You really really hoped your nerves didnât show on your face as you stood in front of Steve. You donât think heâd notice even if they did, eyes glazed over as he waited for whatever you had planned.Â
Now at this point you were over the whole jealousy thing from last week, really you were! But you played into it a little extra just so you could be mean to him right now. Although with the plans you had, youâd be being mean to him and yourself.Â
Wordlessly you reached down, fingers toying with the hem of your dress and you watched as Steveâs eyes tracked the movement, throat bobbing slightly as you lifted it a few inches before letting it drop back down.Â
This only lasted for a few minutes before youâd had enough, gripping your dress and almost ripping it over your head and letting it drop to your feet. What you hadnât mentioned was that you had nothing underneath it, absolutely nothing.Â
Steve drank you in, slack jawed with his eyes almost bugging out of his head when he moved from your face to your tits, staring at your already hard nipples that you would blame on the coolness in his room. His eyes moved down further and he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made your clit throb under his stare.Â
Was that some drool leaking down to his chin?Â
âTake a picture, it'll last longer.â
âCan I?â You donât think he even realized the words left his mouth and you fought the urge to laugh at how out of it he seemed already.Â
âNot tonight, baby.âÂ
His hands fisted the sheets below him as the pet name slipped past your lips and you smiled sweetly at him. Pointing to the headboard you directed him with a quiet voice, âIâm gonna sit there,â moving your hand to point toward the foot of his bed he followed your finger eagerly, âand youâre gonna sit there, facing me.âÂ
He obeyed instantly, shuffling toward whereâd you directed him while you climbed onto the bed and and situated yourself against his headboard with your legs stretched out in front of you.Â
âCan I have your shirt?â It wasnât anything special, a plain white t-shirt that hugged him beautifully, but you wanted it all the same. To have his smell surrounding you, covering you in him. He peeled it off so he was left in a pair of jeans that stuck to him in all the right places. Unsure of what to do he tossed it to you and you wasted no time in slipping it over your bare frame, pleased that it bunched at your hips just how youâd hoped.
You could see the disappointment in his face at the extra layer youâd added and you itched to lean forward and pinch his flushed cheeks in adoration. He was just so adorable it made you crazy. With everyone else he was strong and stern, the babysitter and protector and king of Hawkins.
But with youâŠwith you he was soft and sweet, pliable in your hands like putty and you ate up every second of it.Â
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Steve thinks he might have gone to heaven, you sitting across from him in nothing but his shirt with your thighs on display.Â
His chest feels hot despite the cool air hitting his skin and he thinks if he doesnât get his hands on you in the next three seconds something horrible might happen. You're giving him that teasing smile that makes his tummy clench and sends excitement zipping down his spine.Â
He still canât believe you like him, that youâre obsessed with him. Itâs like a dream come true and he thinks heâs pinched himself at least 17 times in the last week.Â
Heâs pulled from his thoughts when you call his name softly, head snapping up to meet yours and he feels dizzy all over again from how pretty you look.Â
âYouâre gonna watch me, okay? No touching me or yourself until I say.â Waitâwhat? He gives you a nod and tries not to let his disappointment show in his face, and he knows he fails based on the way you smile and shake your head at him.Â
But any disappointment he had is gone in a flash when you lean back and spread your legs to give him a glimpse at just how much you like him. He might black out, heâs not sure. Youâre glistening for him, a little bit of slick on your thighs and suddenly heâs starved. He audibly groans at the sight of you on display for him.Â
âSheâs prettyâfuck so pretty.â Heâs talking more to himself than you but he sees the way you twitch at him referring to your pussy as âherâ and it makes him smile shyly, still not moving his eyes from where youâre dripping on his bed.Â
He watches closely as your hand trails down, rubbing over your thighs for just a second before youâre taking two fingers and spreading yourself open for him, both of you too impatient to drag this out too long. Before he can stop himself heâs moving forward, going to his knees and crawling across his bed that feels far too big all of a sudden. He doesnât realize heâs moved until your legs are closed and one foot is pressed against his bare chest, stopping him from getting any closer.Â
One hand is holding him up and the other is holding onto your ankle as he pleads with his eyes for you to let him closer, just a taste, he just needs one little taste.Â
âWeâve just started and youâre already breaking the rules?â The faux disappointment in your tone makes him pout, leaning down to press a small kiss against your calf and he hears you chuckle at his attempt at distracting you.Â
âMâsorry, baby, youâre just so pretty, sheâs so pretty. Let me have a taste, please? Iâll be good after that, I swear. Just one taste, honey.âÂ
He watches in anticipation, hope is swelling in his chest as you study him and he can see the contemplation in your eyes as you take him in. Heâs so close he can smell you and it lights his whole body up, cock so hard pressed up against his jeans he could cry.Â
âHmm, no,â He hears the whine he makes but canât be bothered to care, âwhat fun is payback if I give in before Iâve even touched myself! You can be patient, I know you can.â You have much more faith in him than he has in himself, body slumping in defeat before heâs moving back to where you directed him the first time.Â
âCan I at least take these jeans off? It hurts, baby.âÂ
âFine, but the boxers stay on, sneaky.â It takes him no time before heâs peeling his jeans off, sighing in relief when some of the pressure is released and he feels like he can breathe again.Â
Well he can breathe until youâre spreading your legs again, fingers slipping back down to tease at your clit as your eyes stay locked on him. His chest is tightening as he watches you. Watching the way your legs spread wider when you notice him fisting the sheets beside him. Watching the way your head falls back against his headboard when you move down to circle your messy hole, a moan so lewd coming from your mouth he feels a bead of precum drip down his cock.Â
Jesus Christ, he couldnât decide if this was heaven or hell but heâs sure that either way heâd gladly spend an eternity here.Â
Heâs torn between watching your face or watching your fingers in your cunt, eyes flickering between the two every few seconds so he didnât miss something important. He remembers how you compare him to a puppy and heâs sure heâs never looked more like one than he does right now. Heâs practically panting across from you and youâre the treat that would be making his tail wagâif he had one.Â
âFeels so good, Stevie. This is how wet I get just from thinking about you, ya know? Always have me messy and ready for you.âÂ
âPlease let me touch you. Fuckâplease, sweetheart. Need it so bad, need you so bad. Iâll be good, I swear. Never make you jealous again. God I swear Iâll do anything.âÂ
He knew you were getting close, thighs threatening to close on your hand and hips lifting from the bed eagerly. He could see it on your face tooâyou wanted to deny him, to torture him some more but he could see you giving in.Â
âYou beg so pretty, Harrington. Fuck, get over here. Now.âÂ
He didn't need to be told twice, launching himself across the bed and fitting himself between your thighs that had opened a little to accommodate his wide frame. He waited expectantly, and you smiled down at him fondly.Â
âYou know, you really look like aââ
âA puppy, I know. So can I have my treat then?âÂ
Nodding at him you swiped your fingers through your folds and held your hand out to him, fingers shiny with you and he opened his mouth quickly. His head moved forward and he took your fingers in his mouth, lapping his tongue around them greedily, determined not to waste a single drop. He hummed around them, eyes closed so he didn't see the way you were staring at him like heâd hung the moon.Â
âSâgood then?â You sounded breathless above him and he could only nod, not wanting to drop your fingers from his mouth just yet. God, you tasted good. Heâd compare you to a nice summer treat but the truth is youâd be perfect for any season, any day. Fuck heâd stay buried between your thighs 24/7 if youâd let him.Â
He finally pulled off just enough so that he could speak, âbetter than a blow pop.â The laugh that pulled from you made his heart warm. It was loud and genuine, shoulders shaking slightly as you grinned at him, teeth on display and everything.Â
It was quiet for a few minutes, you pressing your fingers down on his tongue and even though heâd cleaned them up, the taste of you lingered and he would gladly sit here with your fingers in his mouth for hours.Â
But you had other plans.Â
âNeed your fingers, Stevie. Theyâre bigger than mine and Iâm already close from watching you lap at my fingers like a little greedy puppy.â His eyes fell from yours, cheeks red and ears burning as you teased him.Â
âCan I use my mouth?âÂ
âMhm, not today. I already gave in way too quick, you were just too cute to say no to.â He wants to pout, to protest and beg but he thinks just watching you fall apart on his fingers will be more than enough for him.Â
You part your legs further as he slips down to rest his cheek against your inner thigh. His hair tickles the soft, sensitive skin there and you giggle. He moves just enough to press a quick, open mouthed kiss and dreams about the marks he hopes youâll let him leave there one day.Â
With a nod from you he moves his eyes to your cunt, swollen and dripping, and runs his fingers over your clit just to feel your thigh twitch against his cheek. He wraps the hand heâs not using around your thigh, clutching it to him tightly as he eases two of his fingers into you. They slip in easily with no resistance and the feeling of your warm, hot walls snug on his fingers makes him grind his hips down into his bed.Â
âShitâshe feels good, hugging my fingers so tight.â Your hips buck up against his hand, urging him in deeper and he smiles against your leg. A groan slips out of him when your hand slips down to rub slow, loose circles on your clit, head rolling back so that all you can see is his eyes peeking up at you.Â
He doesnât think heâs ever seen something so hot in his entire life. He can see the little beads of sweat rolling down your forehead and how youâre panting and whining above him, especially when he curls his fingers upward and finds that spongy spot that has your mouth dropping open and eyes squeezing shut.Â
âThere it is, yeah? Thatâs the spot?â Youâre nodding quickly, fingers that were circling your clit are now sliding into his hair and gripping it tightly. The burn of it makes him moan against your thigh, the sting of your grip making his eyes roll back into his head almost.Â
âD-donât you dare stop, Harrington. Mâclose, so so close.â He doesnât think there is anything that could get him to stop. Not when youâre dripping down his hand and your thighs are shaking like they are.Â
The final straw is when he moves his mouth down a couple of inches, teeth scraping against the skin where your thighs almost touch and he bites down, hard enough to leave a mark. He hears the thud of your head knocking against his headboard and the curse that flies out of your mouth as you clench down on him so hard you almost push his fingers out. He works you through it, licking over the mark he just left to soothe the sting and slowing down his fingers once you start to twitch and whine from the feeling.Â
Itâs not until you're pushing his hand away and letting your legs slump that he takes a peek at you, a lazy smile on your face and hair sticking to your forehead where youâd been sweating. He knows thereâs a widening grin on his face as he looks up at you, placing one last kiss before heâs sitting himself up so his legs are under yours and his hands are resting on the tops of your thighs.Â
âIf thatâs what you call payback then remind me to piss you off more often!âÂ
You roll your eyes, letting your body fall back against his headboard, âDonât get smart with me now, Harrington. Not when Iâm about to make you cum. I would hate to change my mind.âÂ
His ears perk up and honestly he hadnât even thought about himself since heâd gotten between your thighs, content with watching you squirm and moan around his fingers. But he wasnât gonna turn you down, hell no! Just the thought of you anywhere near his cock had him twitching in his boxers.Â
He closed his mouth, fingers coming up to mimic zipping a zipper of his lips and tossing the non existent key far behind him. You smirked at him, hand coming close to pat his cheek, almost like youâd pet his head.Â
âGood boy, now turn around and take those boxers off, please.âÂ
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Holy shit. You didnât think you'd ever cum so hard in your life. You swear you might have actually seen stars for a minute there when he curled his fingers just right. And when he bit you? How the hell did he know you had a thing for biting.Â
Keeping him at arm's length had been the hardest thing youâd ever had to do, especially when he was looking at you like you were a five course meal in front of him. Heâd practically been salivating at the sight of you and it took everything in you not to give into him immediately.Â
But now that youâd cum, all you could think about was him. About finally getting your hand on his cock and listening to the way heâd gasp and whine with your hand around him. Just the thought was enough to send another wave of arousal and need over you, your toes curling and fingers digging into his bed.Â
He still hadnât moved in front of you and you cocked your head at him, trying to figure out why he suddenly had that sad pout on his lips. âWhatâs the matter?â
His cheeks were red and he looked almost embarrassed as he tried to avoid eye contact with you and you worried youâd done something to upset him. Maybe this wasnât as good for him, maybe he didnât like you teasing him?Â
âSâjustâŠyou havenât kissed me and I justâI wanna kiss you so bad but I didnât know if there was a reason you hadnât or maybe you just didnât want to orââ
You cut him off, gripping his shoulders and pushing your lips against his that were swollen and slick with spit. He moaned against you, sighing and relaxing in your hold. Fuckâhow had you not kissed him yet?Â
His tongue swiped against your bottom lip and you heard the little whine he let out when you didnât let him in, laughing against his lips. He took the opportunity to move closer, hands moving to fist at your hair and you felt lightheaded from how good he felt, how sweet he tasted.Â
When you needed to breathe you regretfully pulled back, foreheads touching and noses bumping into one another as you both took big, greedy gulps of air. His eyes almost sparkled as he looked at you, a shy smirk on both your mouths.Â
âBetter?â
âPerfect.â It was hard to ignore the way your heart thumped against your rib cage like it was trying to fight its way out. He was perfect. Everything about him and the way he carried himself drew you to him like a moth to a flame. Your mind was consumed with all things Steve.Â
And while you wanted to be mushy and sweet with him, one glance down between you had your mouth watering and fingers twitching at your sides. There was a dark wet patch on his blue boxers and the outline of his cock was prominent. You think you know why he was so cocky in high school now, he definitely had the goods to back it up.Â
âKiss me whenever you want but if you donât get your boxers off in the next 5 seconds I might do something crazy.âÂ
Your words snapped him out of his post kiss haze and you laughed softly as he scrambled off the bed to pull his boxers down his legs and practically kick them across the room. You gulped at the sight of him, of his pretty and thick cock already leaking and shiny for you. You motioned him forward, eyes kind and soft as you spread your legs for him.Â
He smiled when you patted the space in front of you and he crawled back between your legs and shuffled so that he was sitting in front of you, his back pressed to your front, the material of his shirt clinging to his sweaty back. Your thighs stretched around his hips but you loved the slight burn it brought you. You laid back and brought him with you so that he was slumped against your chest, your feet hooked over his calves.Â
His hands were on either one of your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there while his arms were loose at his sides. You took the opportunity to slip your hands under his arms, hands reaching up to run over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples on your way and watching the way his cock twitched where it was resting against his lower belly.Â
Steve looked like a dream, head thrown back on your shoulder, thigh thighs spread open with his pretty cock on display for you. As your hands made their way to his tummy you scratched softly, fingers sliding through the trail that started under his belly button and went down. He must have felt sensitive there because he turned his head to the side, mouth pressed against your neck as he cursed.Â
âSâgood, so good. Fuck, I swear anything you do feels fuckinâ perfect.â You pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder at his words, feeling the high of them as he spoke.Â
Holding your hand out in front of him, palm up toward his face he hummed against you, not sure what you were wanting him to do, but willing to do just about anything if it meant your hand would be on his cock.Â
âSpit.âÂ
All that was heard in the room was his quick intake of air, eyes fluttering as he leaned toward your hand. He looked back at you once, to double check that this was real or for confirmation that you really wanted him to spit in your hand, youâre not sure. But you nodded, throat bobbing as he turned back and spit, watching in awe.Â
âGood boy.âÂ
Any strength he had left was gone at your words, head falling back to its place on your shoulder as you moved your hand down, taking hold of his cock and hearing him hiss at the contact.Â
You think this might be the best thing thatâs ever happened to you.Â
His cock was hot and smooth under your touch, a mix of his spit and precum making it easy to glide your hand over his shaft, letting your thumb catch on the tip and relishing in the way he gasped in your ear.Â
âSuch a pretty cock for a pretty boy, hmm?â The feeling of his fingers digging into your thighs only spurred you on, hand tight around him as you stroked him quickly, loving the way his tummy would clench and heâd gasp at how slick he was, how good it felt.Â
Youâd never seen him so needy, so pathetic as he was right now, little whines and pleas against the shell of your ear as you gripped him. He was heavy in your hand and you wondered how heâd feel on your tongue, how heâd taste when he thrusted into your mouth. Youâd add that to the list of things you needed to do immediately.Â
âMâsorry, sorry fuckâyouâre gonna make me cum, mâgonna cumâoh shit.â He was throbbing hard against your palm, breathing even harder against your neck and you cooed at him when his hips started thrusting up in time with your strokes.Â
âWithout asking? I donât think so, Stevie. You havenât even said please!â Your hand slowed and he moved so his hand was wrapped over yours, trying to get you to go faster but you swatted him away, scolding him with a pinch to his hip.Â
Taking one look at his face that was still buried in your throat, you could tell he was out of it, so fucked out you werenât sure he could even form words, let alone beg. But that didnât stop you from egging him on, slowing down until he was so worked up he was on the verge of tears.Â
âOh fuckâpleaseâŠbaby, honey, please let me cum? Iâve been so good I just..shit I need it. You feel so good, perfect girl. O-oh my god, please. Please please please.âÂ
He was mumbling, a mix of curses and pleas as he left sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your throat. You think youâd give him anything he wanted right now with how pretty he sounded, all pathetic and fucked out for you.Â
âGo ahead, pretty boy. Cum on my hand, yeah? Make a mess of us.â Your hand sped up on his cock, feeling yourself leak into his bed as he twitched against your fingers. You kept going, kept talking as his hips got sloppy and cock was red and begging for release.Â
âDonât know how youâll ever fit inside me, Stevie. Gonna have to prep me for days I think.âÂ
âNext time youâll have to use my mouth, yeah? I hate letting your cum go to waste.âÂ
âYâlook so pretty like this. My sweet boy thrusting up into my hand, gonna think about this for days.â
He thrusted up one final time, hips stilling and body going tight as his orgasm took over. His cum coated your fist that was still wrapped around him, reaching his belly and even spilling down onto his thighs. He couldnât even see the way you pouted at how much had been wasted, cursing yourself for not letting him use your mouth.Â
Slumped completely against your chest he mumbled something about his legs feeling like jelly and you giggled, cheek resting against his forehead.Â
âSoooo, good then?âÂ
It took all the energy he could muster to squeeze your thigh, head moving to the side a fraction so he could look at you, smiling so big his cheeks had to hurt. âAre you fuckinâ kidding? I think I just saw god for a second.âÂ
Rolling your eyes and shoving at his shoulders, butterflies danced in your stomach at how pretty he looked. His skin was flushed and glowing, hair a mess where youâd both pulled at it, lips swollen and red from biting and kissing and holding them between his teeth. He looked phenomenal.Â
As much as youâd love to stay here wrapped up in him for the rest of your life, your thighs had gone numb from being stretched around his hips and your back ached from sitting back against his headboard for so long.Â
Out of the corner of your eye you could see him nodding off on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut and little puffs of air hitting your skin. You tapped his cheeks with your clean hand, âCâmon, Stevie. Gotta clean us up and then we can go straight to bed.âÂ
He groaned in protest but leaned up enough so that you could slip from behind him, legs tingling when you stood on them, hobbling to the bathroom on shaky legs and flipping Steve off when you heard him chuckle from behind you.Â
âOh fuck off, Harrington.âÂ
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When Steve wakes up the next morning itâs slow and sweet, eyes blinking open and a small smile on his lips when he feels you pressed into his side.Â
He looks down and tries not to laugh at your mouth hanging open, a little bit of drool on his chest from where your cheek is squished against his skin. Your hair is sticking up in every direction and he can feel your breath on him. It makes his heart grow in his chest, an overwhelming sense of joy and contentment washing over him as he stares down at you. He could get used to this, you attached to his hip and waking up to you in his bed.Â
Thinking back to when you barely gave him the time of day, he smiles at your relationship now. How youâre just as needy as him, tugging on his belt loop to pull him to you if heâs not close enough for your liking, pulling his hand to your thigh in his car if he doesnât do it first. Heâs seen you use your foot to pull his chair closer to yours at work countless times, a little smile on his mouth every time.Â
Thereâs a part of him that doesnât know how he got so lucky. He feels that way all the time but especially when you laugh louder than you mean to, hand coming up to cover your mouth with a bashful smile. He feels it when you're humming along to a song youâd heard on the radio, head moving side to side and hips swaying to the beat in your head. He feels it when you randomly bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm and to his fingertips.Â
He feels it all the time, really.Â
And he loves when you're mean to him, when you tease him about staring at you too long or for getting all bashful when you do something normal like tuck your hair behind your ear or scrunch your nose. He loves that you turn him into mush.Â
âStop staring, you creep.â Heâd been so lost in his thoughts he didnât notice your eyes opening or howâd you had scooted closer to him, one leg coming up to tangle with his, wrapped together tightly.Â
âThatâs rich coming from you considering Iâm gonna have to clean your drool off me.â You gasped, sitting up straight and smacking at this chest, appalled at the notion that you would everâcould everâdrool on him in your sleep.Â
âKeep it up, Steve. Remember what happened the last time you pissed me off?â
As if heâd ever forget. Unfortunately for you, the idea of repeating last night, or anything like it, was hardly going to deter him from pressing your buttons in the way that only he knew how to do. Reaching out he tugged you back down to him, tucking you back into his side and pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.Â
âDonât tempt me with a good time.âÂ
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hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and sheâs all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over againđđ
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/
thank you for your request! ⥠fem, 1k
"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter."Â
"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor.Â
Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare.Â
"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you."Â
You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind âthe second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal.Â
You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur.Â
"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase.Â
"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak.Â
"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to."Â
You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost."Â
"You're Peter?" you ask.Â
Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you offâ"Â
Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask.Â
"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."
"What do I usually look like?"Â
"Not so, you know. Daunted."Â
"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye.Â
"Oh, you think so?"Â
You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap.Â
"Let's get you to the car, baby."Â
"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up.Â
"Home."Â
"Together?"Â
"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy."Â
"Thank you," you say shyly.Â
You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again?Â
He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?"Â
"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly.Â
"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty."Â
"You're my boyfriend?"Â
"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting marriedâ"Â
"You want to get married? To me?"Â
Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowersâ"Â
"We did?"Â
He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it."Â
"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.
"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me."Â
"I love you," you say quietly.Â
Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession.Â
"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," âhe points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder bladesâ "let's go home now. Yeah?"Â
You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober.Â
Which reminds him.Â
"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat.Â
"What is it?" you ask.Â
Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.
"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!"Â
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Hello!!!! I was wondering if you could write an angst with Ghost/Simon where the reader was too clingy after having a bad day and he lashed out on her but he didn't think anything of it because the next day the reader was acting normal. He only noticed after a few weeks when reader became more distant and quiet. Feel free to ignore if it's too weird or you don't like it!!! âĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄ
this one is dedicated to all the ones who were hurt and never got that apology. hope this alleviates the pain.
simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader || masterlist || request rules
-there was no one specific reason as to why today turned out to be a bad day. it just was.
-from accidentally burning yourself trying to make breakfast after waking up late to having to deal with the most insufferable customers, it just wasn't your day today.
-but it was okay, because you had simon to return to when everything was said and done.
-the frown on your face immediately softens the moment you see him walk through the door to your shared home. as soon as he pulls his mask and boots off, you make your way toward him and engulf him in a tight hug.
-you are painfully (but understandably) unaware of the thin veil of his patience and the frustration that had been brewing within him in the past few hours. he half-heartedly returns the embrace.
-"how was your day, si?" you ask him gently.
-"fine," he responds shortly, hoping there isn't more to the conversation.
-even after you pull away from him, you trail behind him as he moves around the house. this wasn't irregular behavior from either of you. simon wasn't usually the most talkative person in the room, anyway, but he loved to hear your voice. that was one of the things he loved about the two of you together; you filled the space he couldn't.
-today, though, was different. he was pissed off at all different kinds of people. for some reason, couldn't bring himself to tell you that he was having a bad day and needed some space, especially because it was evident you were having a bad one yourself.
-so when he turned on his heel after listening to your rambles for as much as he could take and lashed out at you, he tried not to think about the unbearable amount of guilt seeping into his veins.
-"would you just stop clinging to me for five minutes? god, 's like i can't get away from you or your constant fucking talking!"
-you had heard stories, mostly from simon, about the kind of man he could be when pushed to his limit. mostly, it was of violent, physical acts when it came to work or protecting the ones he loved. other times, he would tell you about when he'd lash out at others just like he did to you, now, and he always told it to you with a quiet fear. there was an unspoken meaning to him telling you about the times he's acted out: i don't want to do the same to you. i don't want to hurt you.
-but here he was, towering over you with a coldness in his eyes and a dryness in his throat from the sheer volume of his words.
-averting your gaze from his, you let out a meek, "'m sorry," and watch as he slams the door in front of your face.
-when he slinks into bed next to your sleeping form later that night, ridden with shame and guilt, he misses the tear-stained face hidden from him. after his outburst, you felt like all of the energy in your body had been taken away from you and retreated to bed early. you cried on and off for hours.
-you always thought you had a clinging problem. it was an insecurity you carried with you starting from childhood. friends would become acquaintances and family would keep you at arms-length. after years of believing the issue was you, simon walked into your life and told you different.
-if you stopped talking because you thought he stopped listening and was uninterested, he'd always turn back to you and genuinely ask why you stopped talking. whenever you apologized for hugging him for too long or asking to spend time with him for the third time that week, he'd always tilt his head at you and say in that low, sincere voice, "but i love you?"
-for all those reasons, you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt despite how much he hurt you. so, when he tries to bring it up the next morning, you do your best to brush it off. he was having a bad day. that was all. no need to make a fuss.
-"listen, love," he calls to you as you pop your piece of toast out of the toaster. "about last night-"
-completely disregarding his words, you look at the clock and stuff your phone into your pocket. "it's fine. honestly, simon," you tell him with the best smile you could muster. "i'm gonna be late. i'll see you tonight."
-you were so adamant on getting out as quick as possible that simon had no time to respond. he thought to himself that maybe he was making a bigger deal out of it than you. maybe there were no hard feelings and you were completely fine. after all, he was always overly worried for you, anyway.
-so, when you came home, he didn't mention it. it was as if last night didn't happen, and the two of you were perfectly fine. there were times where simon thought you were being a bit more restrained in your movements or words, but he tried to chalk it up to just him being overly paranoid. you said it was fine, so it was better not to push you on it, right?
-at first, you were doing really good at keeping yourself from overthinking the situation. however, as time went on and you paid more attention to how you acted around your boyfriend, you began to wonder if you were really that clingy.
-as the week progressed, your state of mind would deteriorate. what if it wasn't just a bad day? what if that was what he thought the entire time and was just waiting for the right moment to tell you? had he just been trying to cheer you up about your insecurities the entire time? and if he was, how much of this relationship was even real, then?
-the more you thought about it, the more distant you became. the last thing you wanted to do was make simon feel like he was being suffocated by you. you slowly stopped initiating physical affection with him, restricted talking about your day to a few sentences, and tried to answer simon's questions in one word when possible.
-he notices. of course he notices, it was like a stranger was living where you were supposed to be, and he missed it. he missed you.
-he asks you about your change when you're getting ready for bed, pulling the rest of your nightshirt over your head. despite being exhausted from work and looking like you were sitting out in the wind, he thought you never looked more ethereal than you did now.
-"(y/n)," he said.
-"hm?" you hummed to him, not turning toward his direction. you sat down on the edge of your side of the bed, turning off the lamp at the same time.
-your lack of emotional presence was starting to eat at him. he sat down next to you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight and forcing you to lean toward him.
-"you alright?"
-"yes. why?"
-"i dunno, you just seem..." his eyes tried to find yours, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. "quiet."
-it was then that you looked at him, and it was scary to simon because he couldn't make out the emotion in your expression. there was nothing he could read.
-"isn't that-" you had to pause to try and stabilize your wavering voice. "isn't that what you wanted?"
-there was a tension-filled silence that settled in the room, and for a second you were worried that what you said was somehow incredibly offensive.
-finally, he chokes out, "i'm sorry."
-again, you try to muster up a smile. "it's fine, i already told you. i should've known you wanted space."
-"no."
-"no?"
-"it was my fault," he explains. "how could you 'ave known? i didn't tell you i wasn't in the mood that day, and that's not even considering the way i talked to you. i shouldn't have- nothing excuses what i said to you."
-still, you were convinced you were to blame. "well, i have a history of being clingy, so," you were trying to come up with more excuses for him. for most of your life, you had decided that you were the issue. it couldn't be any other way, right?
-"i know. it's one of the things i love you for," he says quietly. "not to sound cheesy but it's what makes you you, and i don't want you to lose that jus' 'cause i'm still shitty at communication."
-you knew in some capacity he was right. there was no excuse for how he talked to you, but the next words you wanted to say evaded you.
-simon thought about talking some more. instead, he grasped your back with one hand and slid his other underneath your legs, repositioning you on his lap. it was like a silent plea from him, a way of proving that he wanted to be close to you just as much as you wanted to be close to him.
-"you're sure i'm not too clingy?" you ask tentatively.
-"positive," he reassures you, rubbing small circles on your back with his thumb. "you wanna know something?"
-"what?"
-"if i wasn't so fucked up-"
-"you're not fucked up."
-"right." you never let him talk badly about himself. that was something he was still getting used to after all this time. being loved and learning to love himself. "well, if i didn't grow up the way i did and became the person i am, i'd probably be way clingier than you."
-"that's impossible," you deny, unconsciously letting yourself lean into his touch.
-"you don't know how much i want you. if my mind and body would let me, i'd be close to you all the time, showing you the attention you deserve."
-"you give me plenty."
-"agree to disagree," he stops with the circles and pulls you impossibly closer to his body. "but 'm trying. 'm trying to learn to let you love me and to not be afraid to love you. 'm sorry, love. i stopped trying that night, and i think it'll be the death of me."
-you let his words sink in, a thoughtful look on your face.
-"next time you'll tell me, right? what you're thinking?"
-"pinkie promise," he agrees, letting the hand under your legs slide out and raise his pinkie finger toward you.
-in return, you link your pinkie with his to seal the promise, and it feels as though the heavy tension in the air has cleared away.
-"i love you," he says, feeling bold from his previous admission.
-"i love you, too." there's that smile on your face. he never realized until now how he probably couldn't live without it.
-he kisses you on the lips, and for a moment the two of you just stay there in each other's arms, forgiving the past, healing the present, and dreaming of the future together.
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The Boys Preference: Wearing Their Clothes
Requested: i followed you for succession and currently im the boys brainrotted so you wouldnt believe my excitement when i realised you wrote for the boys too!!!!! i want to request maybe hc on how the boys would react to reader wearing their sweater/tshirts - anon
A/N: My love, the brain rot is so real!!! When I tell you I have an entire folder of The Boys edits, I mean I am kicking my feet and giggling at these people covered in blood lol. Thank you for requesting! Please feel free to again, I absolutely love writing preferences! I hope you like it!!!! Feedback is always appreciated đ
Butcher absolutely adores you wearing his coat. It drives him wild. It started one night where you two were alone, the group split up. While everyone else had their own jobs, you and Butcher were on surveillance. It was freezing out. He noticed the goosebumps on your arms. You swore you were fine, but he could tell you were putting up a front. Oi, just take it. Not wanting to blow your cover and fight, you put his coat around your shoulders, thanking him. It's a long night and you take shifts. When he catches you curled in a ball, his coat wrapped around you, it tugs at his heartstrings. Something about this image of you just makes him melt. After that, he's eager to see it again. Realizing this, you never turn down his offer. Now you basically have 50/50 custody. You like it. It's warm and worn, but it also smells like him and, when you're apart, remains a reminder that he's always looking out for you. Both M.M. and Frenchie are full of jokes when they catch you wearing it, but Annie and Hughie find it endearing.
Hughie loves that you wear his t-shirts and hates it. Not only do you look better in them than him, which is annoying enough, and now everyone finds them funny now that you're wearing them, but now he can never find the one shirt he wants to wear. It's either on your body or in your closet. Of course he would never stop you, he doesn't want you to stop, but he does wish there was a little bit more of a compromise. You wore it the first time you slept over. Your shirt had been discarded somewhere you couldn't find, but Hughie's was right there. He tried not to show it, he tried not to get caught smiling, but he was way too obvious. Something about seeing you in his shirt made his day, his life. It never gets old. When it's laundry day, most of your clothes end up being his. Now he has double the laundry. Still, it's worth it. His clothes always come back smelling like you. When they get ripped or torn from fights you apologize profusely, but he's just glad you're okay. Who cares about a stupid shirt?
Annie has always loved you in her clothes. When you moved in together, your clothes just sort of became jumbled. Neither of you felt the need to separate them, so you really can't tell if the sweater you're wearing is hers of yours. When she buys clothes she always makes sure you like what she's picking out so that you both can wear it. No one even noticed what you two were doing, that one day you'd be wearing a shirt and a few days later it would be her turn, it's just sort of become a thing. When something gets ripped or torn or covered in blood, you're the first to make jokes. I loved that sweater, you say, though Annie knows what you really mean is it's a stupid piece of clothing, you're just glad she's okay, that's all that matters. Your favorite thing is to look at pictures where, in one, you're wearing this sweater and, in the next, she is. Something about that puts a smile on your face.
M.M. feels a little insecure. You used to love wearing his shirts. Truthfully, no one can tell what's his and what's yours, your and his clothes are so blended. Since becoming in charge of The Boys, as close to a leader as possible, he's lost a lot of weight. Grown smaller, and his clothes no longer fit you. You of course still have his old shirts, but his new wardrobe just doesn't fit. You assure him it's just temporary. The anxiety, the OCD, it really hurts his appetite. He can't even think about food anymore. Still, realizing that you can no longer share, it makes him self-conscious. Something about you wearing his clothes made him think that he was there with you always, that this was a way to protect you, as silly as it might sound. Now that you wear your clothes more, he isn't there to save you. It just adds to his many worries. You assure him you'll be safe, you'll always come back to him, but he just can't help it. You make a point to wear his older shirts as much as possible, not wanting him to worry more than he does.
Frenchie literally can't tell when you're wearing his clothes vs. your own. His style is pretty eclectic. His pants alone are bright and patterned and, to his friends, a fashion offense. His clothes are rarely organized, so you end up picking through piles to find something specific. Most of the time you have to point out when you've got one of his jackets or shirts on. He of course thinks you look better in them than him and he makes it known. Your friends make fun of you and him for some of the outrageous outfits you put together. Everything is worn in and soft and smells like him, a mix of cologne and fabric softener and smoke. Not realizing, Frenchie wears your clothes, too. Only when you ask for a shirt back or where it is does he realize oh! so this belongs to you. Neither of you mind. It makes you happy seeing him wear your clothes. He definitely styles is better than you.
Kimiko's entire closet is all black. Not only is it easy to blend in with the crowd, and it all matches, but it can also hide the sight of blood. Neither of you can really tell whose shirt or pants or jacket belongs to who, considering most of your clothes are pretty identical. Still, she'll poke fun at you every so often when she realizes you've got on one of her shirts. Is that mine? She smiles. Is it? You didn't even realize. You always ask her if she wants it back, if she wants you to change, but she shakes her head. She tells you look good in it, badass even, and you shrug it off, though it means a lot. You and Kimiko both are still figuring out how relationships work. It takes a lot of trust, something neither of you were very well versed in. Sharing clothes is just another way you two show that you're a partnership. No one else can tell, but you can. That kind of attention would normally make alarm bells go off in your head, but you know Kimiko, you know she does it out of affection and not something more sinister.
Bonus! Homelander rarely, if ever, wears civilian clothes. If he's not in his suit, he's probably naked. You've never seen him in anything else. The only time he's done it was to see Sage and that was in secret. Still, you find a way to share by wearing his cape. Typically wrapped around you after you slip from the bed, in search of your own clothes, half-naked and embarrassed. He assured you you have never looked better. Homelander likes power. He likes when people listen to him, respect him, and show him their loyalty. You wearing his cape shows him all of that and more. He never thought he'd like you in his clothes, it's just another thing he's territorial about, but he's pleasantly surprised. Now he expects it. If you forget or just don't wear it, his ego is pretty wounded. You assure him it's nothing against him. Now you go out of your way to do so, knowing it makes him so happy.
Bonus! Soldier Boy feels such an attraction to you when you wear his clothes. He doesn't really wear anything but his suit, so one day you jokingly put it on. You filled it out differently than he did, but it didn't look horrible. When he saw you, he was all smiles. The first thing that comes to mind is wanting to take it off you *wink wink*. What was a joke is now something you do on special occasions, putting it on and parading around in it. The things he says are awfully dirty and make you laugh every time. You never thought something as silly and simple as putting on his suit would end up driving him this wild. You should have known, it makes perfect sense, but you just never realized. When he does, on rare occasions, wear regular clothes, he's the first to suggest that you share. It isn't as enticing as wearing his suit, but the attraction is still there. It makes him feel like you belong to him, that you want to show that off. Nothing matters more to him than that. Nothing makes him feel more seen.
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Hey (âââĄââ)ïŸ I really love your works and want to request a short/long story about lads guys reaction when they found out mc/reader has a high s*x drive and she's embarrassed about it â§(ïœĄâąÌáŽ-)â§
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If You Had A High Libido- The Love And DeepSpace Men
parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: MDNI, 18+, suggestive content, oral reader receiving, head canons/ reactions + small smut scenarios a/n: hihi anonnie! i'm so happy to hear you love my works and i hope this was okay lmk ! if not this doesn't exist okay àŽŠà”àŽŠàŽż àŒàș¶âżàŒàș¶ ) sorry it's taking me a while to write and post stuff i'm currently studying and it's taking up most of my time (ăŁ- âž - Ï) anyways i hope you enjoy reading ! âž(ïœĄË á” Ë )âžâĄ p.s i love you too cutie ! your emoticons are soso cute i love them !! (ă„àčâąáŽâąàč)ă„⥠any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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Xavier:
poor baby was so confused on why you wanted to go for so many rounds. he thought he wasn't doing enough for you until he asked and that's when you embarrassingly told him about your high libido
"But....do you feel good?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.
"So good, that I can't get enough of you" You whisper, leaning in to press your forehead against his before pressing a heated kiss on his lips.
Xavier is always there to please you whenever you need or wanted him too. He can handle pretty much anything. If he was tired after many rounds, he'll lie down on his back and let you ride him til you meet your sweet release again. He'll give you plenty of options. You can ride his face, his thigh, whatever you want until you were satisfied.
When he says he'll be there for you, he means it. When you were whimpering softly, desperately ignoring the heat growing down there as you try to go back to sleep. You didn't want to wake up your sleeping boyfriend but it seems he was already awake. You felt his arms snake around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.
"Would you like me to help you?" He knew you would be lying if you said no, even if he slides his hand in between your legs to find you practically soaking already. You bit your lip, feeling his hard erection against your ass.
Zayne:
He didn't understand why you were so embarrassed about telling him. He knows and can read you so well. You can't hide anything from this man. He noticed the way you bit your lip when he licked off the excess ice cream on his fingers or when your thighs clenched when you watched him get dressed.
He would reassure you that having a high libido is natural to have and there is no "normal" sex drive.
"I can assure there is nothing to be embarrassed about having a high libido." He says, his voice remaining monotone as he adjusts his glasses. "Just tell me how I can help you."
He would not be irritated or bothered at all if you needed him. Although if he was busy with work then he'll make a couple arrangements to make sure he finishes his reports while you get your fill. He'll keep you seated on his lap and let you ride off his thigh or he'll keep a toy or his finger or two in you as he continues to finish his patient report with his other free hands.
He'll know what you want whenever you press your ass against him whenever you both cook or whenever you sit on his lap.
He slips a finger under your panties, pulling them down with ease. His cock was hard and he could feel your cunt soaking quickly. He settles you on top of the counter, slowly pushing his length inside of you. His pace starts off slow as your body hums in response.
âThatâs it...just like that's my good girlâ
The pot that was already cooking was probably close to burning as you two were distracted meeting your sweet release.
Rafayel:
Oh, He loves it way more than he should and he uses this to his advantage to feed off his little praise kink. He just loves to hear his cutie need him so so bad. Hearing you beg and whine for him is like a siren's song to his ears, attracting him closer to you.
"What's wrong cutie?" He asks, tilting his head to the side as he tucks the stray hair behind your ear. You bury your head in his chest, too flustered to admit you wanted more, even after all the rounds you've done together.
"Want m-more" You murmur, your voice muffled against his chest. He chuckles softly, clearly amused, and continues to tease you while gently stroking your hair. "What's that? You need my dick again? Do you want me to fill you up princess?"
You respond by rolling your hips, grinding against him, hoping he would get the idea.
He'll fill you up everyday or whenever you need him too. He loves watching you beg and drip a mix of yours and his juices down your thighs every time as if you were in heat.
"Want me that much? Gonna fill you up so much." Feeling his cum ooze down your legs, his dick going impossibly deeper inside of you. Snapping his hips as whines escape your lips.
Sylus:
âSatisfied baby?â
Your core ached for more and you silently debated on telling him. You knew if you told him you were satisfied, your vibrator or your hands canât even compare what he does to please you. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to ease the ache that was forming in between them, not realizing Sylus notices this.
He leaned down, tracing kisses down your jawline, to your neck to grab your attention again. âUse your words baby.â He whispers hotly, his warm breath fanning against your skin.
"M-more Sy.."
It does not take him that long to get used to your high libido. If anything he can match your energy or do more. He'll keep going even if his stamina runs out, if it ever runs out.
Sometimes he's uses this to tease you. While he's away for a couple days, he'll send you pictures of his body. His shirt slightly lifted up to give you a tease of his abs and his v-line peeking above his waistband.
If he was feeling mean, he'll send you a mirror pic of his chiseled abdominal, and his carved v-line leading down to the girthiest dick you're familiar with or he'll send you a video of him stroking his dick to get you riled up. "Need my pretty girl to wrap her lips around it"
You're like a drug to him and he's addicted to you. He wants to spend as much time he has with you and he does not find you to be a bother if you were feeling needy when he was in his office.
He buries his head in your folds and you can feel his tongue in and out of you. You push your hips back to meet more of him as he reaches down with one hand to stroke himself. He groans into you, the vibrations bringing you closer to the edge. You reach down to play with your clit as he fucked you with his tongue.
He needed to be inside you as much as you want him to be.
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More Hybrid!Poly TF141 x Reader pleaaasseeeee? đ„č
(ps, love your writing!)
OwlHybrid!Poly TF141 X Reader
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Thank you for reading. You're all so sweet for the support! I'm negl. I didn't expect people to read it, haha. I'm so shocked by the love.
Thankyou @bina-passion-fruit for the morning after idea! See her reblog of the first part for the gist. And please feel free to send in scenarios you could see these birbs end up in!
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The next day IS tense. The atmosphere has never been this suffocating.
Not in their own home.
Gaz sits curled up in Johnny's frame at the breakfast nook, head resting on the older mans shoulder, a deep frown setting into his face. His eyes are crusted a little, nose still deep red and cheeks puffy. He looks thoroughly exhausted, like he hasn't slept.
They all do.
Johnny has a cuppa sitting untouched. It's luke warm by now, but he can't bring himself to drink it. Face mirroring Gaz's, glaring down at the coffee like it has personally offended him. Every couple minutes, he huffs deeply, eyes darting away from the cup to glance around as if in thought, but he inevitably ends up gazing lost into his cup again.
Price and Simon are at the stove and counter. Quietly discussing things that need to be done for the day. There's lulls of silence in their convos, moments where their minds wander to the dove sleeping down the hall. Price feels guilt eating him alive. He's hunched a bit, chin tucked down in a clear sign of forlorn. Simon continues to run a hand up his spine soothingly, pressing closer to offer as much comfort as he can. But he can't deny the stabs of agony he, himself, feels.
It's raw. It sucks.
And Simon feels so fucking lost in this moment. He wants to gather all his mates in his arms (even you) and shush, coo, and coddle until there's nothing but purrs, chirps, and preened content lovers piled into a nest. He wants to scent you and rub you in their things to let you know you're safe and cared for now. He sees the trauma, the fear when Johnny reached for you. The self soothing you do by rubbing your arms.
He sees you. And in doing so, he sees himself. A scared fledgling unsure of the world, burned and bitten, spat upon by those who swore to love them.
Someone hurt you.
Tore at your feathers until you were too scared to take flight. And if Ghost ever gets a name he'd tear the motherfuckers wings from their spine.
The pitter patter of footsteps approaching the kitchen lifted them from their haze, four pairs of eyes snapping to you as you sleepily shuffled in. You wore a simple oversized t shirt and sweatpants to bed, hair rumpled from sleep, eyes and cheeks red and puffy from sleep. They can see the tear streaks dried from last night and it breaks their heart all over again.
Price makes the first move, taking a small step towards you with a plate held out. Buttered toast, sizzling eggs, and red srawberries sit on top.
"G'mornin' sweetheart, hope you slept well. 'Ve cooked some breakfast. There's coffee in the pot. Help yourself." Soft eyes gaze down at you. He's hunched inwards a little, head tilted down and the sweetest smile gracing his face. You feel very flustered, keenly aware of the 3 other sets of eyes intently watching.
Taking a deep breath, you offer a half smile, grasping the plate with slightly shaky hands.
"Uhm..t-thankyou, sir"
"John."
Wide doe eyes peer up at him, shock clear on your face. He feels his lips quirk at the sight.
"My mates call me John. Not sir. We're equal here, okay? You call me by my name." When his hand reaches out, you don't swat it away this time, only watching in marvel as he tucks hair behind your ears, crows feet aligning his kind eyes.
Taking a shaky breath, a soft, geniune smile spreads across your face, eyes darting to your feet and back up as you turn to the table. Johnny and Gaz are staring right at you, wings perked up. Gaz is quickest to his feet, pulling out a chair, a handsome grin settling on face. Pretty boy, you muse to yourself. Sitting down with a grateful smile and a hushed thankyou.
A hand reaches past your shoulder, jarring and unexpected. You whip your head up to see Simon offering a placate smile down at you, other palm face up to soothe. You tilt your head owlishly, blinking at him. It causes the older mans lips to quirk up on one side, brown eyes softening as he gazes down at you. He nods his head towards the table, and upon looking back to your plate, you realize he sat down a fork...oh.
Tears welled in your eyes, and a sniffle broke through. Simon's eyes widened a fraction, quickly backing away with both his hands raised, palm up.
"'M sorry luvie, didn't mean t'startle you."
It was sincere, filled with guilt. A small sob breaks past your lips. Johnny whines high in his throat, reaching out for your hand across the table, only to stop short, unsure if you'd appreciate the contact. His lips are once again pulled down, eyes saddened.
"Bonnie?..." Murmured so quietly into the air, the boys hold their breath, pulling their wings in to appear smaller. You wipe at your face again, sniffling, eyes glossy and cheeks rosy. And when you finally lifted your head, the last thing they expected was to see the brightest grin painted across your face, pure happiness shining, tear streaks lined with joy.
"No one's ever been so kind to me...thankyou. All of you."
Oh, dove, you haven't seen anything yet.
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Hi Mae!
I love your writing so much and think about it maybe too often haha. Today I fell and sliced the back of my hand open so I had to go wait 4 hours at the ER to get it sutured back together and I thought it might be a sort of funny scenario to write about with the marauders where R just walks up to them covered in blood like âheyy who wants to drive me to the ERâ and is pretty chill in demeanour until the reality of having a hole in her hand sets in once they clean her up. I went into shock then, lost my hearing for a few minutes which was scary, but luckily I had a someone nearby who could help. Of course no worries if you donât feel like it, I appreciate you and I hope you have a lovely day!âĄ
Thanks for requesting! I hope your hand is feeling better lovely <3
cw: blood, mention of razors (unrelated to blood)
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠788 words
âHey, Sirius?âÂ
Sirius screws the brush of his nail polish back into the bottle. âYeah?âÂ
âAre you busy?âÂ
âNot anymore.â He gets up from the bed, wandering towards your voice in the bathroom. âWhatâs up, gorgeous? You need something?âÂ
Sirius stalls when he finds you. Youâre standing there with a dissatisfied frown on your face, your hand a basin of blood held in front of you thatâs overflowing into the sink.Â
âMaybe a ride to A&E?â you ask. âIf youâre free.âÂ
âWhat the hell happened?â Sirius goes to you. He tries to take your hand, but you move it away.Â
âWait, your nailsââÂ
âIâm not really worried about my nails right now, babe.â He holds you by the wrist, turning the faucet on to a gentle flow before bringing your hand underneath it. The blood washes away quickly, and Sirius blocks your view of the cut, leaning down to see it. âHowâd you manage this?âÂ
âI was just opening my new razorsââÂ
âRazors?âÂ
âIt wasnât even the razors that did it,â you say, a laugh somewhere in your voice. Your raised voices have drawn attention from the rest of the house. Remus and then James appear in the doorway. âIt was the plastic it comes in. Surprisingly sharp.âÂ
âWhatâs going on?â asks James.Â
âShe would like to know,â Sirius informs him, âif itâs convenient for any of us to drive her to A&E.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âAlright, you donât have to say it like that. I just mean that itâs not so dire, Iâm hardly bleeding out.âÂ
âYou might be!âÂ
âWhatâd you do, love?â Remus moves forward to see, he and Sirius now clustered on either side of you, each closer to your own hand than you are.Â
âShe managed to injure herself with plastic packaging.â
âOkay. Again, the tone is a bit much,â you say.Â
âAw, sweetheart.â Jamesâ arms wrap around your waist. He smudges a kiss onto your cheek. âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah,â you tell him, audibly softening at the affection, âit doesnât even hurt that bad, itâs only stingingâŠâ You go quiet.Â
Sirius glances back at you, and youâre staring between him and Remus, your hand in your view for the first time. You look suddenly paler.Â
âHey, baby.â Siriusâ voice draws the attention of the other two to whatâs happened. He steps in front of your hand again, squeezing up the length of your arm. âYouâre okay.âÂ
âItâsâŠâ You stare at where you had been for a moment longer, then snap your vision to the side. Youâre breathing a tad faster. âGod, sorry. I feel sort of sick.âÂ
âTake some breaths, dove, youâre alright.â Remus holds your hand close to his chest, shielding it from your view as he reaches into a nearby drawer for bandages. âWeâre just going to stop the bleeding and then take you to A&E, you donât have to do anything.âÂ
âAll of you?âÂ
âWhy?â James gives your middle a light squeeze. âAre there some of us youâd rather not have there?â
âI knew she had favorites.â Sirius grins. âCruel. Weâre only trying to be there for you, gorgeous.âÂ
You smile a little bit for their sake. Youâre not sure either of them believe it, but James gives you a thankful kiss nonetheless.Â
âKeep breathing,â he reminds you, big hand rubbing up and down your abdomen. âYouâre really doing so well. I was surprised by how calm you seemed a minute ago.âÂ
âYou should have heard her before you got here.â Sirius squints his eyes at you playfully. âShe wouldnât let me touch her hand because she was worried itâd mess up my nail polish.âÂ
âSweetheart,â James laughs, giving you another fond squeeze. âReally?âÂ
âPriorities, babe,â Sirius chides you.Â
âAlright,â says Remus. You feel a kiss on your knuckles, and then heâs turning around, your bandaged hand still held protectively between both of his. âIs anyone going to warm the car, or do I have to do everything?âÂ
You nod, chastened, and start towards the door, but youâre dragged back by three pairs of hands.Â
âI mean anyone not injured, dove.â Remusâ voice is heavy with loving exasperation.Â
âSee what weâve been dealing with? Itâs a two man job.â Sirius squeezes your shoulder on his way past, presumably going to warm the car. James says something about getting your shoes and follows behind.
You give Remus a woeful look. He tsks, folding you into a hug. âDid you really prioritize Siriusâ nail polish over your bleeding hand?â he asks in a murmur.Â
You mush your cheek to his chest. âOnly for a minute.âÂ
Remus is quiet, but his amused breath fans over the top of your head as he brings his lips down for a kiss.
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Cherry.
Synopsis - The lines of friendship get a little blurry, one unassuming Friday night in December.
Pairing - Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Female Reader
Warnings - smut. cursing. steve's got an ego, but for good reason.
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 2k
Author's Note - hi lovelies!! my first steve fic!! listen, I actually really didn't enjoy stranger things, but... I love this man. he's charming and he's a softie and he's such a good character to write. hope you enjoy this - it's got me all warm and fuzzy. please feel free to send me a christmas request if you fancy, I'm in the mood to write some seasonal fics. much love, always!! <3
as always, reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics!! please, if you enjoyed, consider reblogging this so it gets further reach. comments and feedback are always appreciated!! thanks, angels. <3
Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Masterlist. Inbox. The Moodboard. Series Masterlist.
Three rocks ping off the panes of your bedroom window in quick succession.
You're applying your moisturiser in the mirror, winding down and almost ready for bed. Your reflection is illuminated by a faint glow from the fairy lights you've draped over the headboard for the festive season, warm and comforting. A soft, jazzy melody is drifting from the radio softly, a welcome noise to break up the silence.
Another rock hits your window.
You fly out of your seat and towards the source of the trouble, worried that he's going to throw one too hard one of these days.
"Steve," you hiss as you yank it open. "Cut it out. Just come through the door."
"Where's the fun in that?" he chuckles, eyes rife with mischief.
You roll your eyes but step back anyway, making room for him to climb the tree and dive through the window into your room.
"Hi, sugar."
"Hi, Steven."
He grins at you, bright and awake despite the late hour.
"Don't you have better plans on a Friday night, King Steve?"
"And miss out on seeing you in your little pink pyjamas? Absolutely not."
You shove at his chest, smacking him upside the head for good measure. He feigns pain and wraps his arms around your middle, picking you up off the ground and spinning you in circles. You shriek, and the sound makes him laugh.
"Okay, okay! I'm dizzy! Put me down!"
He obliges by throwing you unceremoniously onto your bed, smirking when you almost bounce off it.
"So," he begins, sitting down across from you. "How was it? Do you feel like a whole new woman?"
You scoff.
"What? That bad?"
"Yeah, that bad. We didn't even do it."
He quirks a brow in curiosity, tilting his head to look at you.
"I thought tonight was the big night?"
"Yeah, it was supposed to be. But he was kissing me, and it just didn't feel... right? He started grabbing at me and I realised that you can only lose your virginity once - and that definitely wasn't how I wanted to lose mine."
You shrug, trying to play indifference, but Steve can see the hurt in your eyes.
"You always deserved so much better than him."
"Thanks, Steve."
"Come on, Cherry. The guy is an asshole who happens to be attractive. His face is the only thing he's got going for him."
The mention of your childhood nickname has memories of fruit flavoured popsicles on summer days flooding back. Laughter by the pool, pushing Steve in and screeching when he dragged you with him, staying out in the sun until you were both exhausted. Cherry. You've always been Steve's Cherry, for as long as you can remember. You still wear the lip balm he bought you last year, fitting for your moniker.
"You didn't like him from the start. Actually, you've never liked any guy that has ever liked me."
"Because they're not good enough for you."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
"And you're the boss of me and my love life now?"
"I'm the person that knows you better than anyone in the entire world. I think I have a pretty good view on things."
You huff, but accept your defeat in knowing that he's right. No one knows you like him. Steve always does this. He pisses you off, but makes you love him a tiny bit more each time.
He grabs your foot from the bed, pressing his thumbs into your sole. You relax instantly, tired of half arguing with him.
"I give up."
"With what?"
"Dating. Fuck it."
He chuckles, rubbing soothing patterns into your ankle gently.
"You've barely even started."
"Ooo, sorry Mr Womaniser."
"Stop it," he chides, pinching your calf. "Maybe The One for you just isn't in Hawkins. This place has always been too small for us anyway."
"Yeah, maybe. It'll all change when we go to college, hopefully."
"Exactly. It'll be a whole different ball game. There'll be tonnes of hot guys begging for your attention."
"And you'll be fighting them off."
"Yes I will."
You laugh, poking him in the chest with your foot teasingly.
"And maybe the college guys will actually know what they're doing in bed."
"Hey, some of us do know!"
"Yeah yeah, Steve's good in bed. I've heard it all before."
"Don't be jealous, Cherry baby."
"Jealous isn't quite the word I'd use."
"No?"
He drops your foot and scoots closer, settling in between your parted legs.
"You're not even a little bit curious what all the rumours are about?"
"Steve," you laugh. "I think they're probably just exactly that. Rumours."
He inches in towards you, so his forehead is almost touching yours. Running his fingers up and down the outside of your thigh, he takes a deep breath in.
"You should let me show you just how much I know. We're not all clueless, Cherry. I'm confident I could make you feel good."
You exhale with a shudder.
"I'm not letting you take my virginity, Steve."
"I don't want to. There's a thousand ways I can make your legs shake without fucking you, baby."
You stare into his big doe eyes, admiring the way a single strand of hair has fallen across his forehead. You look for a shred of doubt, or amusement, but all you see is love. Admiration. Trust. Sincerity.
"Okay," you breathe, before your mind has truly processed what you're saying. "Show me what you got, Harrington."
He grins, slow and saccharine, like the cat who got the cream.
"Steve?" you whisper.
"Yeah?"
"This isn't going to fuck things up between us, is it?"
He smiles, big and bright.
"Never. Nothing is ever going to fuck things up between us. It's you and me forever, Cherry Pie."
You chuckle at the nickname, stroking his cheek with your thumb.
"Well, then what are you waiting for?"
He shakes his head and grabs your ankle, pulling you across the bed and into his body. Wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours.
"If at any point this gets weird, or you don't like it... Just say the words, okay?"
"Okay," you breathe, inhaling the scent of mint from his tongue. "Promise."
"Can I kiss you?"
"You don't usually ask," you tease.
It's no secret that you and Steve have kissed a few times. Once after prom, once at a party here and there, once when you were cuddled in bed comforting him after a break up. But it's never led to anything more. Which is probably why this feels a little different.
"I know, but this is a little more... intense, than usual."
You try to ignore the way your heart swells at his consideration for you, and nod your head gently.
"Kiss me. Please."
Steve wastes no time, leaning in to press his lips to yours. He tastes like spearmint and soda, with a hint of the cherry lipbalm he steals from your nightstand. You instinctively shuffle closer to him, straddling his lap as his arms bracket themselves around you. It's like he can't decide where to put his hands - they're roaming up your back, squeezing your ass, kneading your thighs. He's antsy and impatient, eager to feel you.
"Lie back," he whispers against your mouth, tipping you onto the bed.
Your head hits your pillows and you crane your neck to watch him as he crawls down your body, eyes never leaving yours.
"Steve-"
"Stop thinking so hard, Cherry. I can practically hear your thoughts."
You huff but can't keep the smile off your face, willing your mind to stop racing.
"Let me quiet things down, hmm?"
Steve presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, trailing up and up until he reaches your hip. He licks across your hipbone before nipping it with his teeth, smirking when you gasp.
Grasping the waistband of your pyjama shorts, he asks for permission with his eyes, no words needed. You nod and lift your hips, letting him slide them down your body.
You've never been so exposed, which is causing a sudden realisation that the two of you are crossing a line that can never be uncrossed. As if he can read your mind, Steve presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, tender and full of love.
"Babe, if you want to stop..."
"I don't, I promise. I'm just nervous. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise," he murmurs, resting his head on your thigh and looking up at you. "Never apologise. You're doing so good, Cherry. I love you."
You didn't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't I love you. You've both said it to each other a million times, but something about saying it in this exact moment makes it feel... weighted. You'll talk about it later. You'll make sure of it.
"I love you too. So much."
You're whispering, scared to ruin the peace you've created. Steve kisses your skin again gently, gazing at you like you've hung the stars just for him.
"Let me make you feel good, okay?"
When you nod, Steve nudges your core with his nose, arms wrapping around your thighs to keep you anchored in place.
"So pretty," he's mumbling. "Prettiest fuckin' girl I've ever seen."
He starts slow, easing you in carefully. Kitten licks and gentle nips, testing the waters. When you tangle a hand into his hair and tug, Steve gets the message.
"You want more, pretty baby?"
"Yes," you confirm, more breathless than intended. "Please."
He dives back in, this time with more intention. His nose keeps nudging your clit, the friction licking up your spine deliciously. It's like he can't get enough, eating you out like a man starved.
He groans into your heat, the vibrations making you whine. When he curls his tongue just right, you keen, the sounds leaving your mouth foreign to the both of you.
"Fuck, you sound so beautiful. You're perfect. God, you're perfect."
"Stevie," you pant. "So close."
"I got you. Atta girl, I got you. That's my girl, give it to me."
Maybe it's the my girl, or maybe it's the way he's slipped two fingers into you, but the coil snaps. Your back arches off the bed as white heat engulfs your body, vision going black for a moment. You can hear him talking you through it, loving and encouraging. Eventually, your grip on his hair loosens as you go lax, collapsing back against the comforter.
Steve grins at you as he licks his fingers clean, crawling up your body to kiss you. You groan when you taste yourself, arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close. Resting his head on your chest, you run your fingers through his hair, humming gently when he relaxes.
"You okay?"
"Never better," you laugh. "You're good with your mouth, Harrington. I'll give you that."
"Told you the rumours were true."
You shake your head and reach over, grabbing the glass of water from your nightstand and taking a sip. You offer it to Steve without a second thought, rolling your eyes when he downs the rest.
He plucks your cherry lipbalm from the drawer and applies it to himself, before leaning up to carefully do the same to you. He pecks your lips sweetly before returning it to its rightful place.
"You replace it, don't you?"
"Hmm?"
"The chapstick. I've had it for a whole year, and I've never even come close to reaching the end."
He blushes as he looks at you, suddenly bashful.
"It's special," he murmurs. "It's our thing, you know? And it smells good. I like knowing that I'm the only one who knows you taste like cherries."
You want to poke fun at him, say something to make him laugh. But you can't. He's rendered you speechless, for the second time in one night.
"I like knowing the reason you taste like spearmint is because I've been slipping pieces of gum into the pockets of your jeans for ten years."
"I knew it," he laughs, leaning up to kiss you firmly. "I can't tell you the last time I bought gum."
"You're welcome."
Steve shucks off his jeans and his shirt, climbing into your bed with just his boxers on. You slip your underwear up your legs before getting under the comforter with him, tangling your limbs with his.
The tunes from the radio still hum gently as the fairy lights flicker.
The room is unchanged.
The people in it are not.
read Part Two here. Part Three here. Part Four here.
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⏠notes ; sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, umemiya hajime x gn!reader
⏠from ice ; no one asked for this HAHAHA but i really wanted to write for my silly boys <3 they're literally so fun and cute, this is my first time writing for windbreaker though so i hope the characterisation is okay! a little short & it's drabble style but hope you enjoy :)
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[ sakura haruka ! ]
with haruka, you're usually the one that has to initiate physical affection. he definitely wants to hold your hand, it's just that whenever you slip your palm into his and he feels how warm you are, his face turns so red he looks like one of the tomatoes umemiya's growing on the roof. at least that's what suo always loves to tease him and say, which only serves to make haruka threaten to beat him up in the middle of the street. but then he'll remember that you're beside him and he'll settle for giving suo the most intense death glare ever, only to give you a small smile as he turns to you and squeezes your hand ever so gently. haruka always treats you like you're a fragile flower, so he holds your hand with the utmost care and pride, because he's really proud to be able to call himself your boyfriend.
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[ suo hayato ! ]
hayato thinks he's so cool. he's so suave, always slipping his fingers between yours when you're walking together until your hands are intertwined without you even realising it. and if you get embarrassed, he'll only smirk and tease you about how you look so cute when you're flustered. he's the type to confidently walk about town swinging your hand with his, telling everyone who asks that you're his partner. i feel like hayato would also wear matching rings with you, and whenever he caresses his ring before a fight it's like he can feel the sensation of your hand in his, and that reminds him that he can't injure his hands or he won't be able to hold you, so he's always extra careful ever since he started dating you.
[ togame jo ! ]
togame likes taking things slow instead of rushing through life, so whenever he holds your hand, you somehow end up feeling like a precious gem that he treasures with all his heart. that isn't actually too far from how he views you, because the way this man holds your hand is so incredibly gentle. even though his hands are rough and calloused, he'll slip his hand into yours and it feels like he's really savouring the moment, enjoying the way your hand fits in his like two puzzle pieces slotting together perfectly. he's sometimes worried that you won't want to hold his hand when his knuckles are bloodied or scraped from fights, but just a press a kiss to his battered knuckles and togame will be putty in your hands.
[ umemiya hajime ! ]
umemiya adores you. it's evident to everyone, from the students at bofurin to the townsfolk, and it's especially obvious in the way that he looks at you. when you hold his hand, his eyes light up like a million stars, and he narrowly refrains from actually jumping up and down like a little kid (hiragi convinces him that's a little too undignified for bofurin's leader). he always ends up unconsciously squeezing your hand when he's excited, or when he's deep in thought, or anytime, really. he just needs that reminder of your presence and it feels like he'll be able to solve any problem that comes his way. whenever he walks you home, umemiya will also always kiss the back of your hand like he's a prince courting a suitor and give you a dramatic goodbye, it's just one of the things you love about him too.
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