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cherrycolored-punk · 2 days ago

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best friend!eddie munson x fem!reader

Softember 🍂 prompt: “I used to have the craziest crush on you.” / “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

author’s note: working through this writer’s block pretty nicely (so far), and had to write this. Josh Milligan may or may not be based on real life travesties. Also, if you’ve never seen Some Kind of Wonderful, this is the scene I’m referencing.

warnings: none, only first kisses and sweet confessions. But still - this is an 18+ blog, minors go away!

w/c: 2.2k

Some Kind of Wonderful plays on the television, its image staticky and slightly warped on the barely functioning system. Still, you watch intently. The pivotal scene playing out, the first kiss.

“Amanda Jones is no minor-leaguer who will be swept off her feet at the touch of your amateur lips,” you mouth along with the actress.

It was safe to say you’ve seen this movie, this specific moment, numerous times. Much to Eddie’s chagrin, he hated when you won the weekly bet and got to choose the movie because it was either this or some Molly Ringwald torture flick.

He groans now, throwing his head back against the paisley cushion of his worn down couch. The one you helped him thrift when he moved into his own place. A small apartment close to the mechanic shop that became a second home to you, spending more time here than your own place.

“We’ve seen this a million times, can we please watch something else?” He grumbles, nudging your shoulder but you don’t pay attention. Gaze set intently on the moment the two finally kiss, a romantic push and pull of their lips. Sweet, and soft. Like you’d always hoped your first kiss would be. Instead, it was a nightmare and the memory of it made your stomach churn. Josh Milligan and his too slick lips and his invading tongue.

Bile rose to your throat and you fought the shiver that slowly crawled up your spine.

“Seriously, you know how it ends. Put something else on,” Eddie begged, grabbing your shoulder and shaking you.

You turn to him, mind still elsewhere and not entirely listening to his pleas.

“Do you think they’re actually like that?” You question, turning back to the screen where the two main actors are still embraced.

Eddie follows your gaze, eyebrows pushing together in confusion.

“Huh?”

He’s not entirely following or he’s playing dumb which he often did to get some sort of rise out of you. You roll your eyes, glancing back at him with an impatient glare.

“Y’know,” you nudge him, “the kiss.”

Eddie looks between you and the screen, feeling as though you’re talking in riddles.

“What about it?”

“Are they actually that good?” Your shoulders sag, the yearning for something just as sweet crawling into your chest. Completely overlooking the part where this is a kiss between friends.

Eddie swallows hard, cheeks blushing a pretty shade of pink as his eyes dance between you and the screen. Paying attention for the first time since the two of you initially watched the movie in the theater. Vaguely remembering the plot, the most important detail standing out. The one that you overlooked.

At the time, he’d wondered if your mind had ventured where his always had. Drifting to daydreams of you and him being more than just childhood friends. Deep down, he knew that was a pipe dream. Knew that you were too good for him in every way but the truth didn’t stop his mind now.

He tilts his head, a teasing grin slotting into place as he looks at you, “Wouldn’t you know?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Come on, Princess. Don’t tell me all-star athlete Milligan had amateur lips,” he repeats the line from the movie and you can’t help but laugh. Jaw a little slack in surprise but quickly twisting into a cocky smirk.

“You have been watching!” You push off the couch and point an accusing finger. Eddie scoffs, nudging your hand from his face with a roll of his eyes.

“You’ve made me watch it a dozen times, how could I not catch some of it?” He gives you a bored stare but you don’t miss the slight grin on his face.

“Still watched it,” you grumble under your breath, falling back against the cushion and watching the movie but Eddie isn’t going to give up so easily. The thought staying present in his mind, urging him to ask again. Ask, ask, ask until you give him an answer.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he pushes you again, enjoying the scowl you shoot in his direction.

“Because it was a dumb question,” you sneer but lack any venom. Hell would have to freeze over before you admitted to being less than practiced in the kissing department. Something you knew he’d definitely make fun of you for.

His cinnamon eyes study the side of your face, the heat on your cheeks not missed by his suspicious gaze.

“I knew it!” He shouts suddenly, and you shrink under his innocent scrutiny.

“Knew what?” You tut your tongue, face twisting in feigned confusion. Attempting to cover the obvious.

“Is that why you broke up with him? Kiss was that bad?” He continues to tease, eyes glowing with mirth. Their intensity causing you to crack and break.

“You suck,” You groan, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes. Divulging every last detail of your first and last kiss as you avoid looking directly at him.

“It was so bad, Eds. He left a ring of saliva around my mouth and I swear to fuck he was trying to eat my face.”

Goosebumps rise on your arms and revulsion churns in your gut remembering the sticky ring he left behind when you’d finally left his house.

He laughs, a loud melodic sound that fills his living room causing you to break. You watch him with a glare, crossing your arms over your chest as you do.

“It’s not funny, Eddie,” you pout, and fuck, if he can’t help but find you cute.

His laughs quiet down and he tries to school his face into neutrality, but he can’t fight the smile from spreading across his lips when you look at him like that.

“It’s really not,” he shakes his head, dark curls brushing his shoulders with the movements. He meant what he said, it isn’t funny. A pretty girl like you deserves a good kiss.

“It’s probably my fault anyway,” you shake your head, a little flustered as the embarrassment creeps in and makes a home of your chest.

“I sincerely doubt that,” he scoffs, turning his body to face yours.

“I’m not exactly practiced, Eddie,” you admit with a roll of your eyes, playing with the hem of your dress and wishing the earth would swallow you whole.

Josh had been your first boyfriend, if you could call him that. Some lame-o jock with a nice car and a house to himself most of the time. You were seventeen and never been kissed. Just wanting to get it over with to say you had and you weren’t entirely sure the reason it sucked wasn’t because of you.

Eddie watches the side of your face, the nervous way you bite into your lower lip and stare into the shag carpet lining his hardwood floor.

“I can show you, if you want,” he offers suddenly, catching both of you off guard and you’re not entirely sure what he means.

He knows you better than anyone, can tell you’re confused by the upturn of your brow and the twist of your mouth when you face him.

“I mean, for practice,” he corrects, completely nonchalant and hoping the words are a lot more confident than he feels.

“That wouldn’t be weird?” You question, turning your body to mirror his. Sitting face to face and only inches apart. The smell of his cologne growing stronger, making your mouth water at the scent. Bergamot and tobacco, a small hint of his green apple shampoo.

“‘Course not,” he waves you off and sits a little closer, subtly wiping his sweaty palms along the tops of his jeans.

“What do I do?” You question, hands lifting and unsure of where to place them. Where you can touch him.

He grins, that megawatt smile that always had your heart racing. Less mischievous and more inviting than before, the dimple deepening in his cheek.

“Here,” he grabs your hands and wraps them around his neck, patting them softly. As though instinctively, your fingers curl in his hair. Wrapping dark brown waves around your fingers absently.

“And my hands would go here,” he grips your hips softly, your bodies moving closer until your chests brush and you wonder if he can feel how your heart thrums in your chest.

“Still with me?” He grins and you give him an uncertain smile, a small nod because the words are lodged in your throat.

“I’d tilt my face this way,” he moves his head, “and you’d tilt yours the other.”

You follow his instruction, gaze dancing between his cinnamon eyes and the plush of his lips.

He leans closer, and your eyes flutter close. Time slows until it stops altogether when you feel the gentle press of his mouth against yours.

Eddie’s lips are softer than you thought they’d be, mouth sweet like the chai tea he’d been sipping. He takes his time, focusing on your bottom lip and then your top one. A languid push and pull, his hand reaching up to cup your face. To hold you close. Making you melt where you sit, forget how to breathe as you follow his lead.

The kiss grows more intense, and you nip at his bottom lip without thinking. Tugging it gently, sucking it sweet and making him groan.

He pulls away when he hears himself, too afraid to get lost in how you feel, how you taste, when this is supposed to be practice.

His hands remain on your face, pale skin blushed and brown eyes burning with something you can’t name.

“I don’t think you were the problem,” his voice is just above a whisper, your hands still tangled in his hair.

“No?” You repeat, mind still mush. Still focused on his lips.

“Definitely not,” he shakes his head and you fight the urge to kiss him again.

This was just a lesson, you tell yourself and loosen your grip. Hands falling to your sides.

Inside, Eddie is fighting a silent battle. Debating whether to tell you the truth or keep it his best kept secret. How would he even tell you?

Hey, I’ve always had a thing for you?

Could we be more than just friends?

“That’s better than what I could’ve imagined,” or that.

Idiot, he squeezes his eyes shut. Avoiding your surprised gaze, hoping to whatever god that you didn’t hear him but knowing you definitely did.

“W-what?” You stammer, unsure if you heard him right. Did he just say that?

Eddie shrugs, “Oh, c’mon,” he says your name with a shake of his head, opening his eyes and glancing down at his lap. You watch him pick at the frayed hole in his black jeans.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know,” his voice is thick, lower than before and your face twists as you shake your head.

“Know what?”

The anticipation builds with every second that passes and he doesn’t respond. Building up the courage to say all that he hadn’t before.

“I used to have the craziest crush on you,” he laughs but it’s smaller than before. Your mouth goes dry and your palms sweat as you stare. Heart skidding to a stop because you never thought, never knew, that he felt that way about you.

“The look on your face tells me you didn’t,” he chuckles again, circling your face with one of his ringed fingers but still avoiding your gaze. You can see a hint of uncertainty there, a worry glimmering in them and you want to say something. Anything. To reassure him that you felt that, still feel the same. Have always felt the same but the words are lost on your tongue. Mind stuck on the kiss, his confession, and trying to pinpoint a sign or a clue.

With each passing second, Eddie feels more uncomfortable. More awkward than before.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t expect-“ he starts but you shake your head

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” You cut him off.

“Because you’re my best friend for some reason and I knew that was already an anomaly. No way you like the town freak as more than a friend,” he shrugs, using self-deprecation as a shield to lessen the inevitable rejection.

You swallow down any fear of repudiation that you’d held onto all of these years.

“So you liked me?” You clarify, trying to see if it’s present or past tense. He squirms a little under your attention giving himself away and you can’t help the goofy grin that spreads across your kiss swollen lips.

“Oh that’s funny to you, Princess?” He jokes but the color of his cheeks deepen until they’re a vibrant red.

“You’re so clueless for someone so smart, Munson,” you shake your head and he finally looks up at you.

You’ve always thought he was handsome, good-looking in every way. From the sharpness of his jaw, to the prominent apples of his cheeks and the roundness of his nose. The kind of cute that was hard to miss, hard to stop staring at when you started. Just like now. Your eyes trace over the freckles dotting his alabaster skin and to his lips. A small countdown in your head and when it reaches zero, you’ll finally have the courage to lean in. For this to be more than just practice.

Three

Two

One

Eddie meets you halfway, his hands on your waist and your hands holding his neck. A soft peck that blossoms into something more. Exploring the plush of his lips, memorizing the way they curve under your kiss. How he sighs, happily, as the seconds drag on.

No, kisses weren’t meant to be rushed or make you nauseous. They were meant to be this. A rush of excitement, the thud of your heart, the way the world around you fades away until all you can feel is Eddie. Your best friend Eddie. All the stereotypical descriptors couldn’t do this justice.

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thank you for reading! xx el

#Softember #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson stranger things

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theomaru · 2 months ago

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Im bad at screenshots but im so in love with how we can have shirtless female charr now. Thank god. Its made me give her a new outfit and... not me falling a little bit in love with kilven lol

#theo.txt #gw2 #charr #kilven softember

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bloodysart · 4 months ago

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You know this somehow isn't the most bizarre au/fusion thing I've made but it's close.

For context I made my friend @theomaru read the Heralds of Valdemar books and he was like 'I think my Guild Wars 2 OC would be a Companion. but a fucked up one' and I was like 'awesome can my Guild Wars 2 OC be her Herald?' and now we're in too deep and I think I've finally got the whole fake anime screenshot deal figured out tee hee.

(Yes I know the companions are all blue-eyed in the books I explain why I changed that under the cut and give context as to what the hell is going on)

Okay so for those of you who don't know:

Heralds of Valdemar is a fantasy novel series that got started in the late 80s and is still having new installments published. It's about Valdemar, a fantasy country whose forces and government include Heralds. Heralds are people who are Chosen by Companions (magical horse-like beings) and Heralds, once Chosen, are proven to be fundamentally decent and uncorruptable people and also get psychic powers. As a result, the ruler of Valdemar always has to be a Herald to prevent a shitty ruler from taking over. The books run all over the place in the timeline, from the founding of the country to hundreds of years later. One of the main themes of the series is the power of good over evil and what exactly those mean, and how exactly you can use your magical horse-angel-friend and your psychic powers to become a fully realized person and save the people you love.

Guild Wars 2 is a fantasy video game about a fantasy world under threat of Elder Dragons who are primordial forces of nature that corrupt and blight the world and eat magic. In the game, you as the player character end up becoming second-in-command of an organization dedicated to killing the Elder Dragons to save the world as we know it. One of the five playable races are the charr, giant militaristic cat people with horns. One of the main themes of the game is unity, and how all the disperate peoples and races of Tyria need to unite to fight against a threat to all of them.

So Theo and I ended up making an AU wherein Valdemar is an originally human kingdom, but over time different groups of the different races were integrated into the country as a whole, more or less. Valdemar has no magic, except for the Gifts (psychic powers), and most within Valdemar believe that magic isn't real anymore. The themes of the AU are finding the fundamental goodness in yourself, accepting yourself for who you are and finding the people who love you, and finding unity with different people in the face of the end of the world.

Starriean Greybone has recently been made into a gladium, put at the lowest rung of charr society, and is targeted by a group of bullies who plan to frame her for desertion and possibly beat her to death. She's saved what she thought was a feral horse, who reveals herself to be a Companion after making short work of the bullies and Chooses Starriean, which I depicted here.

Kilven (the Companion) has pink eyes because the actual design for the OC does, and meta-textually in the anime the animators gave her pink eyes to make her stand out more as a protagonist because goodness knows covers and adaptations love to fib about what the characters of the book look like.

#heralds of valdemar #guild wars 2 #heralds of valdemar au #gw2 #starriean greybone #gw2 charr #kilven softember #fake anime screenshot #fake screenshot #80s anime aesthetic #fake 80s anime screenshot #90s anime #i drew inspiration from some early 90s anime so i'll allow that tag here #hov au

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loonyundead · 4 years ago

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And here is the second art for my JayDick #Softember. А вот и второй рисунок к моему Софтябрю по ДжейДику.

#JayDick #JasonTodd #RedHood #DickGrayson #Nightwing #softember

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noivern · 2 years ago

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at least three times now ive run into a charr in gw2 and been like wAIT! ive seen drawings of you on tumblr! and its great

#guildwuff2's hazel steelcrasher in drizzlewood #dion-iron's vorias ironside in wvw #and netfang's kilven softember showed up in one of my guild's daily bjora runs #i cant remember people's names but i will remember a cute charr anyday #*ironhide not ironside im such a fake gamer girl smh

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ao3feed-stucky · 5 years ago

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by smallrollofanger

Sam lost a bet and has to teach Bucky how to operate television. Bucky is actually capable individual and reportedly an ass, but he has sweetest intentions.

Words: 1572, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Captain America: Softember

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Liho (Marvel), Alpine the Cat (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: CapSeptender, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson is a Gift, POV Sam Wilson, Soft Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson is a Saint, This is DUMB, idk how to write soft stuff this is like my first try, but i wanted to do this, they deserve happiness

#Bucky #AO3 works tagged 'James Barnes/Steve Rogers'#ao3feed #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #c

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ao3feed-youngavengers · 5 years ago

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Magnet for punks

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lUS0VK

by smallrollofanger

Bucky collects this mess of kids and takes them home to hot chocolate.

Or excuse for me to write some soft thing with Bucky and kids.

Words: 1637, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Captain America: Softember

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Young Avengers (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Teddy Altman (Marvel), Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd, America Chavez, Kate Bishop, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan, Kate Bishop/America Chavez, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, -only hinted, Teddy Altman & Billy Kaplan, James "Bucky" Barnes & Young Avengers

Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Feels, POV Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes & Kids, give him a kid pls

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lUS0VK

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #young avengers

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ao3feed-buckynat · 5 years ago

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Magnet for punks

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lUS0VK

by smallrollofanger

Bucky collects this mess of kids and takes them home to hot chocolate.

Or excuse for me to write some soft thing with Bucky and kids.

Words: 1637, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Captain America: Softember

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Young Avengers (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Teddy Altman (Marvel), Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd, America Chavez, Kate Bishop, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan, Kate Bishop/America Chavez, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, -only hinted, Teddy Altman & Billy Kaplan, James "Bucky" Barnes & Young Avengers

Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Feels, POV Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes & Kids, give him a kid pls

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lUS0VK

#ao3feed #buckynat #soviet spouses

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ao3feed-billyteddy · 5 years ago

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Magnet for punks

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lUS0VK

by smallrollofanger

Bucky collects this mess of kids and takes them home to hot chocolate.

Or excuse for me to write some soft thing with Bucky and kids.

Words: 1637, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Captain America: Softember

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Young Avengers (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Teddy Altman (Marvel), Billy Kaplan, Tommy Shepherd, America Chavez, Kate Bishop, James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: Teddy Altman/Billy Kaplan, Kate Bishop/America Chavez, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, -only hinted, Teddy Altman & Billy Kaplan, James "Bucky" Barnes & Young Avengers

Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Feels, POV Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes & Kids, give him a kid pls

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2lUS0VK

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #billyteddy

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cherrycolored-punk · 2 days ago

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my writing, a dreamscape? Gorgeous?

where would you like our wedding? I was thinking something reminiscent of twilight, yknow the whole forest scene. fake vampire teeth too. let me know if that works because ily and this made my day 🖤🥹

boyfriend!steve harrington x fem!reader

Softember 🍂 prompt: “Are you shivering?”

author’s note: a little soft smutty blurb to work through my writer’s block. plus, I haven’t written about my favorite hazel-eyed boy in a long time. I hope you enjoy! reblogs and comments are always appreciated 🧡

warnings: smut (oral - reader receiving, fingering, unprotected p in v), mushy softness tbh - a little horny for love. this is an 18+ blog, minors go away!

w/c: 2.1k

The freezing air causes you to stir, a chill running down your spine, and a low whine on your parted lips. You reach a blind hand out, cold fingertips meeting hard warmth, and seek refuge in your boyfriend’s open arms. With a happy sigh, you bury your face in his chest and wrap your arms around his torso.

He stirs awake, a raspy chuckle stirring in his chest but you don’t miss the way his eyebrows pinch together when you peek up at him.

“Your hands are cold,” he grumbles but pulls you closer. His larger hand rests on top of yours, rubbing back and forth to warm them up.

“I told you we needed to turn off the fan,” you tease, softly nipping at his pec. Gaze still focused on his half-awake face.

Steve Harrington still gives you butterflies whenever you look at him, even if just for a second. It’s his sleepy smile, the way he licks his lips when he’s about to say something sarcastic, or the freckles that are kissed into his skin. A fading tan from the summer that makes him glow against the white of your comforter. God, do you love him.

“I mean, but are you shivering?” He questions teasingly, and you gasp, faux hurt painted on your features, as you lift your head to really get a look at him.

“Just about,” you pout, and he shakes his head, pulling you closer.

It’s not that cold. Not now with your body pressed to his and his arm wrapped around your back. The two of you buried beneath the covers.

“So dramatic,” he grins and kisses the crown of your head.

You’re still watching him, adoration evident in your gaze as you trace over his prominent cupid’s bow and the slope of his nose. Treating his skin like uncharted territory and mapping out where you’d like to kiss him most.

He looks at you now with eyes still riddled with sleep. The affection you feel mirrored back and making his mossy greens glow. You take a mental snapshot, framing it in your mind's eye. This is what love looks like, how unspoken devotion feels. It makes your body heat up despite the room's temperature. A familiar need felt between your thighs because words aren’t enough for how you feel.

It’s as though he can read your mind, dipping his head lower, his nose tracing yours, making your eyes flutter close.

“I know a good way to warm you up,” his mouth hovers over yours, and you can feel his smile as he watches the way your lips press forward in search of his.

Your eyebrows push together stubbornly, a little bratty and needy—a silent plea for his touch.

He moves his face lower, lips skimming the line of your jaw. Enjoying the sound of your shaky breath and the frustrated sigh that follows.

“By turning off the fan?” You grumble, feigning ignorance, and he shakes his head, the tickle of his brown curls catching your shoulder.

He rolls you over, pushing your back onto the mattress and hovering over you. His weight barely pressing against your frame.

His hazel eyes trace over your body, admiring the pebbled flesh pressing into the thin white tank top you wear and the pink cotton of your panties barely concealing your need. A wet line of arousal already forming as you think of where this will lead.

How did he sleep when you look this good?

Steve hikes your leg up with his knee, spreading your legs wider and slotting himself between them. His hardening length pressing against the thin fabric as he hovers close.

Your eyebrows marry in the middle, a soft moan lodged in your throat at the feel of his length. Cunt already aching with need.

His face lowers close to yours, hungry eyes fixated on the plush of your lips until his finally meet yours. He takes his time. He always does. A soft push and pull, committing every sigh and soft moan to memory.

His broad hands grip your hips, toying with the fabric of your underwear.

Your back arches into his touch as he nips and kisses over your jaw, down to the sensitive skin of your neck. Pulling your soft flesh between his lips in a gentle suck, marking you as his. Right next to the love bites that have just begun to fade.

He pulls back to look at you, every inch of his body fully awake now and pressing against you. Your hips circle against his, chasing the friction you desperately need.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, snapping your panties with a wicked grin.

You pull him closer by the small gold chain hanging from his neck. The one you got him for Christmas last year.

“Don’t be a tease,” you beg, nipping at his bottom lip. He groans against your mouth, hooking his fingers beneath your underwear and pulling them down.

Steve’s tongue slides against yours just as his middle finger dips between your slick folds. He swallows your moans between hurried kisses, pulling your bottom lip between his in a soft suck as his finger presses against your entrance.

He groans as you swallow him in, wet cunt soft like the inside of his cheek. He curls his digit inside of you, pressing into your spongy center until your lips stop moving. Concentration focused on the lewd noise of his digit sliding in and out of your white-hot center.

You buck against him, bouncing against his finger and chasing the pleasure thrumming in your gut.

Steve slows and adds his other digit, watching you stretch around him. The way your nectar coats his knuckles and drips down his hand.

“Fucking hell,” he grumbles, cheeks blossoming pink as his heart beats wildly in his ribcage.

He kisses a trail down your chest, pulling your shirt with his teeth until your breasts are exposed as he finger fucks you into a whiney mess.

The thud of your heart nearly stops when he lowers his head and lazes his tongue over your nipple, taut skin sensitive beneath his mouth.

You arch into his touch, fingers curling into his bedhead. His name lost on your lips when he presses a thumb against your clit. Stars flood your vision, all thought lost as goosebumps rise along your arms—the pleasure building with each thrust of his fingers and lap of his tongue.

He releases your breast, admiring your hardened nipple as he kisses lower, lower, lower. Desperate to taste you, and he doesn’t waste any time.

Steve’s tongue is fat and flat as he presses it against your bundle of nerves, humming at the familiar taste of your tangy arousal. He flicks his tongue once, twice, before pulling your bundle of nerves between his lips.

Your hands are still in his hair, and you tug, the sensation making him groan against your pussy. His free hand holds your leg open as he buries his face deeper into your center. His tongue replacing his fingers, and his perfect Roman nose nudging against your clit.

“Oh my fuck,” you cry, thighs threatening to close around his head as you approach the edge.

His movements don’t slow when he notices that you’re close, tongue buried deep inside you. Hands squeezing either thigh.

“Come for me, honey,” he murmurs against your pussy, the plea in his voice enough to send you over.

Steve, Steve, Steve. His name is the only thing on your tongue as you come undone. Waves of pleasure coursing through you, felt with every flutter of your cunt and how every muscle in your body seems to have tightened.

He laps up everything you give him, nose still pressed against your sensitive bud, making you shiver and keen.

You push at his head, every inch of you hypersensitive, but he can’t get enough.

“Steve!” You moan loudly, and he chuckles. Licking up your slit and pressing a kiss against your clit. He presses kisses to your inner thighs, up your stomach, and over your chest until he reaches your mouth.

He can’t fight the cocky smirk on his lips, appreciating the heaviness of your eyelids and the small part of your mouth.

“So pretty like this,” he presses his lips to yours.

A pleased moan leaves your lips when you taste yourself on his tongue. As you deepen it, your hands are back in his hair, an insatiable hunger still needing to be satisfied.

“I need you,” you plead, already pushing off his boxers until he springs free. He glances down between your bodies, watching as you grip his cock and stroke it with languid movements. Running your thumb over his tip, collecting his pre-cum on your digit.

You hold his hooded gaze as you pull it between your lips, a satisfied moan escaping when his taste coats your tongue. Salty and a little sweet.

The sight ignites something more in him, and he kicks off his boxers, hungry lips finding yours in a frenzied embrace. All teeth and tongue, swiping his dick along your glistening folds until it’s coated with your slick.

His tip pushes at your entrance, and his lips leave yours for a moment, holding your gaze. Watching the way your eyebrows push together as he enters you. How your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you take every inch, stretching around his length. Two breaths held in anticipation—each gasping for air when he fills you completely.

Neither of you move, and he traces his thumb over your cheek. Appreciating how soft your skin feels against his calloused hands. How beautiful you look, hair in disarray. Lips bruised and swollen from his kiss. He commits it to memory, relishing in his luck and how you look at him with the same reverie.

He pulls out and pushes back in, slow, languid movements. Holding your face with one hand while the other grips the sheets above your shoulder. His pace increases, hips rolling with every thrust.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. Savoring the stretch of his thick cock and the way his chest hairs rub against your breasts. Every nerve ending alive, electrified by his touch.

He fucks into you faster, the sound of his groans creating harmony with the slap of your skin against his. Your moans grow louder, nails digging into his skin. Only releasing your hold on his waist to give his hips free passage. Allowing him to pound into you, every slam of his cock saying I love you.

It’s hard and soft and a lot like making love.

His coarse pubic hair rubs against your bud just right, bringing you closer to the edge, and you want him to fall over it with you. To feel his hot seed coat your walls.

“I’m so close,” you keen, pulling his mouth back against yours in a quick kiss before trailing soft pecks over his jaw and to his neck. The soft suck of your mouth makes his hips buckle.

“Fuck, honey,” he moans, and the sound is like music.

He doesn’t change his pace, eager to feel you come around his length. To watch you fall apart in his arms.

You hold his face in an affectionate embrace, admiring the blissed-out look painting his features.

“I love you,” you keen between breathy moans, spurring his movements to quicken. For his lips to latch to yours. Shared moans between messy thrusts. And you’re seconds from falling apart.

“I love you too,” he breathes, and you’ll never get tired of hearing it.

“Oh, fuck, Steve,” you whine as your vision turns white and the intensity of the orgasm rushes through you.

He’s quick to follow, trembling with the intensity of his orgasm as your name spills from his lips and he fills you—the feeling of it making your toes curl.

The quick thud of your heart could fill the room, rapid beats in sync with his.

A few seconds pass, and finally, you open your eyes, meeting his half-lidded gaze. More tired than when he woke up.

He kisses your nose, your cheek, your lips. Soft, slow, savoring.

“Should we get you cleaned up?” He chuckles, his softening length still buried inside you.

“In a second,” you grin, tracing the freckles on his shoulder and connecting them to form constellations.

His eyes dance over your face, and Steve swears this is the happiest he’s ever felt.

The bed is warm, a cozy place on this cold fall day. He wants to stay here with you wrapped in his arms. Bodies connected in one way or another. Just like this.

thank you for reading! xx el

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