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pretty-little-whorror · 1 year ago

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kinktober - public space

ash williams x reader

wc: 3190

a/n: for the four evil dead enjoyers on this site. i promise if i was less employed i would post daily for this like the lord intended.

tags: semi-public sex, fem reader, fingering, p in v sex, safe/protected sex, work sex, fucking your coworkers, ash williams, ash williams and his cheesy ass one liners, and his cheesy ass nicknames, that’s it maybe but i’m tired of looking at this, also not like 100% proofread, like 83%

Ash Williams had been put against his fair share of unpleasantries. Having to kill his sister, dismember his girlfriend, get sent back in time and go toe to toe against evil incarnate. Throughout all that, he still stands by that working retail can easily be just as bad - if not worse - than all that. Ash had been at S-Mart longer than he had ever intended and dealt with more customer bullshit than one could imagine. However, he did manage to enjoy his time there in his own Ash-y way while he was there, meaning knocking boots with any coworker that he could talk his way into the pants of.

With most it was a one and done situation. Most employees stay new before they eventually leave. To Ash, this was the perfect situation - left no time for awkward talking after he had gotten done what he needed. His most recent example had been with Jenny from Arts and Crafts. A red headed hardbody that had stayed at S-Mart maybe three months. As her last two weeks wrapped up, yours began.

The Arts and Crafts department was mostly women, so word about who exactly Ash Williams was got around to you quick. Most of the talk was about his serial womanizing, however a few strange rumours of beheadings and murder were weaved in and out during a handful of gossip sessions between you and your colleagues. You chalked them up to a bad game of telephone given how out of pocket they seemed.

Eventually, you had your first run-in with Ash, and it went as expected. You managed to keep a professional smile and move on after each encounter, however that was not without acknowledging that you couldn’t blame any of the other girls for falling for his routine. He was far from unattractive and his charming demeanor did nothing to repel you. Regardless, you were determined to hold your own.

Your resistance had come as a surprise to Ash, who believes he’s God’s gift to women. However he was never one to back down from a challenge. The harder the hunt the bigger the trophy. Months of passive aggressive flirting and innuendoed bickering had only made him more determined. He had used whatever brain he had to find different ways to push your buttons without an immediate trip to HR. It would usually result with you giving him a playful eye roll before you continued back to whatever you had been doing. Today was no different of an example, but as you found yourself pinned up against a wall in the stock room, whatever exactly had finally gotten you where he wanted had slipped your mind.

This close, Ash’s cheap aftershave was almost intoxicating compared to its normal warning of obnoxious behavior to come. As your tongues pushed against one another, you could taste remnants of the mint gum he had just spit out.

His left hand made quick work to take off the ill fitting uniform as his metal one held you up against the wall. Your fingers made quick work of his own blue work shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders, leaving him in a white undershirt.

“Someone’s a little anxious, huh?” He words teased into your ear as his calloused hand snaked its up your back to unclasp your bra.

“If that’s such a problem, I’m more than okay to stop” Your hands dropped from his shoulders as you spoke, looking up at him. He moved his hand back up and grabbed your chin with a chuckle.

“Oh baby, I’ve got you just where I want.” His hot breath tickled against the side of your neck. “I’d be an idiot to let you get away now.” He brought your face up to his with a rough kiss, his hand dropping from your face to finish discarding your bra. He pushed his tongue into your mouth with a groan as he fondled your breast. His thumb rolling gently over your hardened nipple. You sighed into his kiss as he continued to play with your tit. He broke the kiss to look down at your chest, a string of saliva still connecting your mouth the his.

 “Fuck sugar, you’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.” He continued his ministrations as he used his other arm to raise you up, your legs now straddling his waist opposed to your hips. He quickly moved his face down to your chest, peppering nips over your other breast as his hand continued to roughly knead the other.

“Now we can’t let her sister have all the fun” He winked up at you before latching his mouth onto your nipple. You gasped at the action, the sensation of one hand rolling the hardened bud between his fingers and his mouth sucking and biting on the other causing your eyes to shut.

Ash reveled in your reaction, you could feel him chuckle against your skin as he continued. Your hand went to his head, fingers weaving through his black hair. He gave your tit one final, playful bite before his mouth went back to yours. His hand snaked down to your backside, giving your ass a quick squeeze before he set you down, his lips never leaving yours.

He made quick work of his belt, tossing it to the floor as he finished shrugging off his shirt. As soon as you heard the cloth hit the floor, his hands were on you again, discarding your pants into the growing pile of garments to the side of you. In a moment, he had you up again, straddling his waist. His mouth quickly found its way to your neck, nipping and sucking dark spots into your flesh. You sighed and lolled your head to the side, allowing him further access.

“Baby…” He whispered, his hot breath centimeters away from your ear. “Can you grab my wallet, hm?”

You giggled at the request and rolled your eyes. Understanding the request your arm snaked around to his back, snatching the wallet from his back pocket.

“Well forgive me for bothering princess,” he teased. “My hands are otherwise occupied”

“Hand” you corrected with a playful grin. In response, you felt his metal appendage pinch your ass. You gasped and slapped his arm as his mouth went back to your neck.

“That hurt, jackass!” You scolded as you felt his mouth curl into a smile against your skin.

“Well,” He raised his face back up to yours. He quickly closed the distance between you and brought your lips together. You felt his left hand sneak under the hem of your panties, slowly sneaking up to your core. “If that’s such a problem…”

You sighed as his fingers ghosted over your entrance, picking up your slick on his fingertips, at the same time, his thumb pressed against your swollen clit.

“…I’m more than okay to stop.” He pushed his index finger into your cunt as he repeated your earlier threat. You let out a breathy moan as he pushed his finger in to the knuckle.

“But I’m pretty sure you don’t want that” His voice was low in your ear. Your eyes shut as his middle finger joined the other.

“Fuck…” You murmured as his fingers worked to stretch you out.

“Shit, baby…” He breathed out as he began to curl his fingers against your walls, his thumb beginning to work small circles on your clit. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t ya”

You bit your lip and nodded, your breath getting caught in your throat. Ash chuckled and shook his head.

“I think I want you to say it, baby” His mouth returned to your neck as the pace of his fingers became rougher. You didn’t speak, groaning in response instead, partially annoyed but mostly too lost in the feeling of his fingers inside you to care. You felt him like up a third finger outside your entrance and you arched your back towards him out of instinct.

“You gotta say it first, sugar, gotta tell me whose got you all hot and bothered”

You whined and opened your eyes, pleading up at him. “You, Ash. You….please” you rutted yourself against his hand as you spoke. He looked down at you with lust blown eyes.

“Good girl,” He whispered into your ear as his pushed in a third digit. You moaned at the feeling, his fingers immediately working on curling against that one, perfect spot and working with the pressured movements of his thumb against your clit. You felt the familiar building pressure in your belly as his hand worked to bring you to your climax.

“Now, how about you finish fetching that love glove out, hm?” You sighed. Your shaky hand meeting your other that held his wallet. You looked down, fingering through cards and cash until you pulled out the golden foil. You quickly dropped the leather wallet to the ground to join the other discarded garments.

“Ash…” You let out a whine as he withdrew his fingers to grab the condom. You looked up at him and pouted. He chuckled, glowing in the fact he’s taken your bratty demeanor away and replaced it with desperate begging.

“Oh, just give me a minute, doll face.” He winked as he undid his fly, pulling his pants down enough to allow his hardened dick out of its confines. You were, well you didn’t want to say impressed, but surprised he had the anatomy to match his attitude. You must have been taking a moment too long to look as Ash whistled to get you attention.

“My eyes are up here, sugar pot.” You rolled your own as he went to get the condom out of its wrapper. Before he would tear the foil, you snatched it out of his hand. Deciding to make a show of it, you tore the gold wrapper with you teeth while another hand began to stroke his member. Rolling the leaking beads of precum down his shaft with feathered strokes. You pulled the condom from the wrapper entirely and slowly rolled it down his cock.

“Atta girl,” Ash’s head tilted back with a sigh, he once again brought your lips down to his for a sloppy kiss. You gave him a few more lazy strokes before he adjusted how he held you against the wall in order to line himself up with your entrance. You breathe out a sigh l as the fat bulge of his head finds your swollen, wet hole. Out of instinct, arch into him, desperate him to satisfy your clenching body.

His lips reunite with the side of neck with an amused chuckle. “You’re so needy, hm?” He teased between peppered kissed towards the crook of your neck, teasingly pushing himself against your entrance.

His metal hand gripped your hips firmly as he pushed you down onto his achingly hard cock. Your eyes slammed shut with a carnal moan as he fully sheathed himself inside of you.

“You stretch so good for me, baby” He groans as he revels in the feeling of your sex enveloping his, your soft walls like a perfect fitting glove. You roll your hips against his, drunk on the euphoria of him buried inside to the hilt.

“Fuck, Ash-“ Your head falls back, hitting the wall behind you with a thud. He drags his cock from inside you before coaxing himself back in. You whine, working your best to sink as far down as possible in tandem with his movements.

His pace starts sultry; fucking you deeply and purposefully, his thumb resting on top of your thigh as he brought you down on him until you could feel his pubes tickle against your lower belly.

Your hands found their place, one flush against his chest and the other grabbing into his shoulder; promising crescent shaped bruises to form in the following hours from where your nails dug into his flesh.

He adjusts his hold on your hips as he picks up his pace, bouncing you on his cock. “Can’t believe I can finally fuck you.” He purred in your ear, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. His left hand moves between you, his thumb dancing over your clit andhis fingers circling where he pushed into you, getting it coated with the cocktail of your wetness and his precum that dripped out of you.

His hand then raised to the underside of your chin; his thumb lifting your head as his fingers prodded against your languidly parted lips. You further opened your mouth, allowing for the gentle intrusion. Your tongue swirled around the digits as you looked up through hooded lashes into his eyes. Making a show of cleaning off his calloused fingers. If Ash had an ounce less of self control he could have finished then and there.

He instead chuckled, his stare fixated on your mouth as you sucked his fingers. “Look at you, getting all filthy for me , hm?” His pace transformed into rough and desperate thrusts, his swollen head kissing your cervix. He withdrew his fingers from your mouth, his hand meeting his other at your hips, changing the angle he pounded into you just enough for him to be fucking directly into your sweet spot. An aching moan escaped your mouth at the change; allowing anyone who was close enough an exact idea of the wanton situation you were in.

“You sound so fucking hot for me baby, but the last thing I want right now is for someone to take this pussy away from me.” Normally, your response would be to chide him for pointing out the obvious accompanied by an eye roll. However, you just bit down on your reddened bottom lip and nodded, arching down on him further, desperate for him to fuck an orgasm out of you.

Ash's thrusts became rough and desperate, his length hitting your cervix with each powerful stroke. The change in angle caused an electric surge of pleasure to shoot through your body, your stifled moans threatening an exposing volume.

His rough and quickened pace only added fuel to the fire, you could feel the intensity building, your body desperately responding to his every movement in an attempt to bring your orgasm on quicker.

You clenched around him, your walls pulsating with need as you arched your back, meeting his thrusts with fervor. The overwhelming sensations coursing through you pushed you closer to the edge.

With each unrestrained thrust, you felt the pleasure intensify, the tension coiling within you like a tightly wound spring. Your moans threatened to grow louder as you did your best to stay quiet-biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood as your head lolled aside, allowing him access to return his mouth to your neck. He callously nipped and sucked at the reddened skin as your nails dug into his skin as you desperately sought release.

As the pleasure reached its peak, you let out a guttural cry, your body convulsing in the throes of your orgasm. Waves of ecstasy washed crassly over you, leaving you breathless and completely consumed by the sensation.

Ash continued to pound into you, fucking you through as you were thrown into rapture. He felt the familiar burning of his own orgasm approaching. His final thrusts were rough and desperate as he finally came, burying himself deep inside you.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, his lips trailed back to yours, taking one last opportunity to taste you.

“You think you’re okay to stand, sweet cheeks?” He asked, his voice soft as his hand trailed down to your ass, gently kneading the soft flesh as he spoke. With a nodded response from you, he slowly pulled out from you. Out of instinct, you whined at the sudden empty feeling, still drunk on the sensation of his cock stuffed into you. He chuckled at your mewl.

“Don’t worry sugar, as soon as I can fuck that tight pretty pussy of yours again, I will. That’s an Ash Williams guarantee. ” He patted your ass and you unwrapped your legs from his waist, placing a foot on the cool ground. You almost fell to the floor as you attempted to put your weight on it. Ash’s metal hand still on your waist, he was able to keep you from falling completely. He smiled, relishing the fact he had fucked you good enough you couldn’t walk.

Knowing exactly what had made his lips curl into such a shit-eating grin, you flicked your eyes up.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” You bent down to pick up your long discarded clothes, the cool metal of his hand still on your waist. “They just fell asleep is all.”

“Whatever you say, baby” He winked, turning his attention to disposing of the used rubber, rolling it off his softened cock; careful not to make a mess. He found some garbage to toss it in and pulled his pants back up over his crotch. You cringed at the thought of whoever had to take out that trash later tonight.

“What time are you out tonight?”

The question came as a surprise to you. You raised a brow as you worked to put your pants back on.

“Six…” You responded, unsure of the intent of his question. He wasn’t gonna wine and dine you - or whatever the Ash equivalent is that was - certainly. You had never heard any report of him attempting anything along the lines of that with anyone before. “What time is it anyway?”

He turned his wrist over, looking at the watch face. “Ten after.”

“Oh,” You raised your brows, surprised you had been…occupied, long enough to round out your shift.

“You?”

“I’m out at eight.”

“Oh, well okay”

The dialogue was shallow as you finished reassembling your work clothes.

You turned to him; “Why..?”

Ash looked at you with a cheeky grin, raising his eyes from his watch just enough to look up and meet your eyes.

"We should grab some drinks after work, have a bit of fun. I'll buy, I'm feeling generous tonight."

“And here I’ve been told chivalry is dead” Your put your shirt back over your head in time with the sarcastic response.

"I promise you, my intentions are anything but chivalrous when I tell you I'll be paying." He said with a grin and tacky wink. You decided to roll your eyes playfully opposed to wasting your words.

"I can take that as a maybe?" Ash asked. "Don't disappoint me, darlin'."

“Yeah yeah fine, whatever. Where?” You folded your arms across your chest, waiting for his reply.

"The Elk, we can sit at the bar, talk all flirty like." Ash said suggestively. "Nothing better than a bottle of whiskey on the table and a pretty lady beside it."

“Just pick me up after your shift, yeah?”

"After my shift," He confirmed with a smirk. "But just so I know, that's a yes then?"

“Deduce that one yourself, jackass.” You walked away with a smirk, not sure if volunteering more of your time with Ash would pan out in your favor.

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ellecdc · 4 months ago

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Okay literally stop I didn't know i needed this until you said it

chef!sirius deserves atleast headcanon level recognition omg

*makes grabby hands at his homemade pasta*

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hahahaha I LOVE chef!sirius I think about him almost constantly and poor @maladaptiveescapism has to deal with me constantly bombarding her with my thoughts of him (but it is also her own fault so.....there's that)

also, she was the original requester of our chef!sirius one shot (that I'm dying to turn into SOMETHING if my shit-for-brain's brain would cooperate with me) so it only made sense I go to her for help with our.....

Chef Sirius Headcanons:

as discussed in his one-shot:

he's absolutely dubbed a hardass at work [and maybe irl by his friends/family]

he started in the food-industry as a kid when Euphemia and Fleamont took him in - he knew they would provide anything he could possibly want/need, but he didn't want to rely on them or feel like a burden

he worked his way up in the industry, from washing dishes to bussing tables to hosting to serving to a line cook, before another chef took him under their wing and taught him everything they knew; he had saved enough to go to culinary school and made a name for himself

moving on:

he swears a lot [we all sort of head canon sirius TO swear a lot anyway, so chef!sirius swears more]

still covered in tattoos

smokes a lot but also hates the way it smells (especially when he's working around food - also doesn't want the lingering taste in his mouth to impede his taste testing abilities) so he carries mints around a lot [and then maybe starts carrying your favourite gum, in case you want some and because it reminds him of you]

he's constantly calling everyone an imbecile etc in the kitchen but is all soft pet-names with you, which freaks everyone else the fuck out

as seen in the one-shot, reader often teases him by calling him "chef", but when you dare call him Sirius, everyone tenses and waits with bated breath for him to explode (which obviously never comes) because he is very much a "yes, chef!" kinda bloke

love language = acts of service, the only way he knows how to show he cares is through his actions. that usually comes in the form of feeding you, but with mixologist reader, he's often popping over at the bar asking "how's my best girl doing?" and setting diff plates of food and snacks during your shift to make sure you're eating and staying hydrated

driving you home is also big on his list; refuses to let you walk home after close even if your place is in the exact opposite direction of his, he will drive you home. He'll even find reasons to stay at work late (or volunteer to close) just so he can drive you home

because he's so short on time in general running his own kitchen, D suggested him having some really long-running mindless TV show he has running in the background almost always. D suggested Golden Girls which mixologist!reader would absolutely find hilarious [big scary chef!sirius watching his golden ladies every evening], I think Full House would be one too because he likes seeing a loving family in action, and maybe the Simpsons because it's also long, colourful, funny, and mindless entertainment

I think he struggles to believe that he actually deserves the things he's worked so hard for? D mentioned him waving you off re: driving you home because he explains it away like paying it forward/good karma. but he also feels like he owes someone something, like he needs to give back the way that Effie and Monty gave to him

we also decided he'd have another hands-on/crafty hobby he likes to do when he's not working, and I have always loved a Sirius who does pottery - I mean, how perfect is chef!sirius eating/drinking from his own home-made one-of-a-kind pottery dishes etc??? the second you compliment him on them, he's making you your own set (or asking if you want to bring that exact mug home with you)

task and goal-oriented - almost to the point of a dog with a bone; you have to physically stop him or remind him to take a break or have a drink/eat because he becomes so engrossed in what he is doing....especially if it's something for you. (you complain one day about needing to reconfigure your living room and he is over at your flat just rehanging pictures, moving furniture, whatever and he will not stop until it's done)

as always, he's a huge flirt (menacingly so) but, with the nature of mixologist!reader's job, so is she so she absolutely gives it right back to him

for as big of a hardass as chef!sirius is, he's also so family-oriented and the BIGGEST team-player: his staff is his family and he's loyal to a fault -> for as much shit he gives them, he is always looking out for them and making sure they're well staffed and taken care of, and he values each and every member of his staff equally knowing very well that each member is required for it to run smoothly (he's played every role a kitchen has to offer, he takes none of them for granted)

how this works in a relationship:

acts of service: running you a bath / coming home with some plate made for you regardless if you've already eaten or not / somehow a professional handyman? he is fixing everything in your apartment - leaky faucet, replacing shower heads, changing light bulbs, hanging pictures/fixtures ETC / making you your own pottery/art for your apartment (you keep complaining about dropping/losing your rings? he's going to show up with a trinket tray that he made for you)

sometimes jokes that you're the only person he can stand to be around (since you're the only one he can't really bring himself to scold/yell at) but it's really only because he's a soft boy for you

thinks you're the best thing he's ever tasted...... ;) ;) ;) & if he's a chef by day, you bet he's a professional eater by night.........................................

I think fights could get intense because Sirius is just an intense person but I honestly don't see them ever lasting very long because he's so sensitive and so down bad that seeing you hurt or upset is pretty much the worst thing imaginable to him and he's quickly trying to find ways to correct it

takes a while for him to admit (or perhaps even realize) how down bad he is for you, but once he does....good luck shaking him

BEST HOMEMADE SOUP FOR WHEN YOU'RE SICK -> he's very teasing about it and constantly laughing at how pathetic you are but also sooooo dutiful in his care for you

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judeswhore · 2 years ago

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can you write a spencer blurb with the the prompt number 19 from this list please?

i know i said i wasn’t writing anymore but i’m just gna do little blurbs like this whenever i’m bored of uni :)

prompt: what the hell are we doing in this closet? why did you drag me in here? why are you so close? why do i want you to be closer?

heading down the corridor towards penelope’s bat cave you were more than a little surprised to find spencer lingering outside her door, his body situated so he could see through the small gap. the closer you got the louder the voices inside became, one most definitely that of your most favourite technical analyst and the other questionably belonging to kevin lynch. your brows rose, an amused smirk curling your lips at spencer’s so obvious snooping.

“what’re you up to, reid?” he jumped at the sound of your voice, looking very much like a deer caught in the headlights as he blinked those innocent eyes at you. he straightened up just slightly, brushed his hands down his trousers and gave a little shrug.

“nothing.”

“are you spying on penelope?”

“what? no! i was just-“ he shook his head with a deep frown, waving his hand in a desperate gesture for you to lower your voice as he stepped away from the door and closer to you.

“spying.”

“i’m not-will you be quiet?” it was hard not to grin, the flush rising up spencer’s cheeks making him all the more adorable and pulling at the deepest parts of you. he tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, gaze darting to the slightly ajar door. the inside had gone quiet, suspiciously so and as quickly as spencer’s cheeks had turned pink they drained of all colour.

“ooo, dr reid i think you’ve been caught.” despite your words you had lowered your tone to a whisper although maybe a little too late but before penelope could catch you, spencer had his hand on your waist. he pushed you back, his free hand reaching behind you and before you could fully register what was happening he was shoving you into the dark storage closet just opposite penelope’s office.

your back hit a metal shelf, cold through the light material of your blouse and you yelped. “spencer, what the-“ the rest of your curse was muffled by his hand, large as it covered your mouth, warm and slightly calloused against the skin of your lips.

“shush.” his words hardly mattered, you were stunned into silence anyway by the press of his body against yours and the feel of his hand against your skin. he was so close you could smell his cologne, something woodsy and warm, and could feel his breath tickle over your forehead when he let out a deep sigh. he kept one hand firm on your waist, his print burning into your skin and you wondered momentarily if you’d find some sort of permanent mark when you looked later that evening.

despite there being no light, spencer was close enough that you could make out every feature on his face, could see the flicker of interest in his honey eyes when he let them roam your own face. there was a deeper flush to his cheeks now, one that you were sure was due to the way he’d manhandled you into this position, an act that was so not spencer you knew he was flustered about it. stubble was starting to dust his jaw and upper lip, just light enough to only be noticeable this close up and you were startled by your sudden curiosity in what it would feel like against the sensitive skin of your neck.

it was no secret that spencer was pretty, that you found him stupidly attractive but this was the first time in your years of friendship that you’d ever found yourself thinking about more. about the feel of his hands on your bare skin, the heat of his chest against yours, whether his lips would taste like the coffee he’d had on his desk or the mint gum you’d seen in his pocket. the gap between you was almost nonexistent but you found yourself wanting to make it smaller, a sudden urge clawing at your insides to find out whether spencer reid was a good kisser.

lowering your gaze from his lips you let your attention linger on the small scar on the edge of his chin, a wound long since healed that you often wondered how he’d gotten it. without thinking you lifted your hand, brushed your thumb over the spot and watched spencer shiver, his body pressing in closer to yours, his head dipping just slightly. the corridor outside was silent, somewhere in your mind you knew penelope and kevin had disappeared back inside the bat cave, you think you heard the click of her lock but the man who’s fingers had subtly shifted beneath the material of your shirt had control of your full attention.

his other hand was still over your mouth and after blinking rapidly he finally pulled it away, the blush returning to his cheeks. his eyes darted from your own down to your lips and back, falling just a little lower to the slightly exposed skin of your boobs before flitting back to your face. his fingers hovered over your cheek, knuckles grazing softly beneath your eye before his thumb brushed feather light over your bottom lip.

spencer held your gaze, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and you weren’t sure when he’d gotten this close, the heat of his mouth only an inch from yours as he let his hand slip around the back of your neck. you hadn’t realised you’d been holding your breath, not until it came out in a short gasp when spencer tilted your head back, his thumb on your jaw to guide you. your mind had gone blank, your body pliant against his and there was a brief feeling of embarrassment over how desperate you were for him to press his lips over yours. hidden away in a storage closet wasn’t exactly the most romantic place for a first kiss but spencer was looking at you in a way no one ever had.

his mouth brushed softly over yours, pressed a little heavier over the corner of your lips and you swallowed down a needy whine, tipped yourself further into his touch but spencer made no move to kiss you properly yet. he swallowed thickly, his usual spencer awkwardness starting to return as he blinked through the fog in his head.

“can-“ he cleared his throat, pulled back a little so he could meet your eyes, needing to be sure of your answer. he was blushing again and you were sure this was the most you’d seen him flustered before. “can i kiss you?” his words were hesitant as if he hadn’t already wound you so tightly around his little finger.

“god, yes.”

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #sinclaiirs baby blurbs #leigh’s baby blurbs

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jealousjersey · 9 months ago

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pretty girl

✮⋆˙ mike schmidt x reader

✮⋆˙ mike comes home as you’re staying there babysitting abby, and he gives you a new nickname.

✮⋆˙ a/n ugh lil peep is very 2019 of me but ugh this songgggg

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.

you’ve been babysitting abby for a long time, mikes always been in and out of jobs and it’s hard for him to pay you every week. you seriously don’t mind. you love abby and you know that mike is struggling financially, so you just see it as doing him a favor. but recently he’s been signaling that he wants to be more than acquaintances.

mike has been sending you mixed signals for almost 2 weeks and you don’t know if it’s just your delusions talking, you’ve always thought mike was hot as fuck but you’d never act on it. after all, you babysit his little sister. you’ve accepted that it would never happen but now you’re doubting yourself.

when you’re sitting on his couch, almost asleep he softly opens the door, letting himself in after being gone all day. “oh hey mike” you yawn “hey pretty girl” he says back.

this catches you way off guard. “did you just call me pretty?” you say back, now fully awake. “i wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t true” he says as he takes his hoodie off and puts it on the coat rack. mike sits down next to you and you’re obviously blushing like crazy, hoping he doesn’t notice the redness on your face.

“why all red pretty girl?” he asks. you’re now a shade of pink he’s never seen before. “that name.. i haven’t heard it in a long time” you reply. which was true, your ex boyfriend used to call you pretty girl. it didn’t mean much to you at the time but now that mike was saying it you’re going crazy. “why are you calling me pretty girl?” you ask, face calming down to your natural shade.

“i don’t know, do you like it?” he asks, looking down shyly at his beaten up shoes. he was confident at first but now he just feels awkward. “is she mad?” he thinks to himself.

“i like it a lot, actually.” you look up at him, placing your hand on his knee. “pretty girl pretty girl pretty girl” he says so fast like he’s trying to summon something. “call me that again and i’ll kiss you” you tease. “pretty. girl.” he responds. as you promised, you leaned in and pecked him on the lips. he wasn’t expecting it, just teasing you by calling you that name.

when you pull away you see that he’s now sweating. a lot. he was surprised to say the least. you see the look on his face and say “fuck it.” and lean in for another. but this time it wasn’t a peck, his tongue reached at the entrance of your lips and you let him in. his head tilting to the side as your nose meets his, giving you more room. you place your hand on his cheek and feel his stubble on your hand. it’s rough and wiry.

he tastes like a stick of mint gum and a cherry coke. he tastes way different than you had in mind. it’s not bad by any means. his lips are soft with chapped bits around the corner of his lips but it doesn’t bother you, i mean could you really complain? you’re kissing the man who has starred in your fantasies.

still deep in the make out session, his hand travels up your leg, making its way to your inner thigh. from the kissing alone, you’re panties are almost soaking through themselves.

mike breaks the kiss first, this surprises you as you let out a soft moan. this takes him by shock as he lets out a giggle. “i’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” he confesses. “me too.” you respond. “i’d like to do something else that i’ve been thinking about more, if youre interested of course.” he says as he darts up and down at your shorts.

“oh? and what might that be” trying your best to act as innocent as possible but of course, he sees right through you. he plays along with your act “you know…down there..” he says, acting as awkward as he can.

“so you just wanna fuck huh?” you say, your words darted at him and you can tell he was hurt. “what? no what the hell? i just want you and have for a long time.” he stammers.

“i’m just messing with you mike” you say as you slip your shorts off. his fingers start making their way up your thigh, feeling the warmth of you. he makes his way to your soaked panties. “fuck baby” he moans, the breath leaving his mouth. “you’re so wet” he sounds surprised.

“well ive been wanting you too, for a very long time” you confess. “how long?” he responds. “uhh since high school, really.” you admit. he exhales sharply, suddenly regretting not talking to you sooner. “baby you could’ve told me. i wanted you since middle school” he tries to compete with you.

“is this what you wanted?” you slide your panties to the side, your release dripping out you. he almost drools at the sight of you. he takes a second to admire you exposed in front of him. “on you’re gonna wish you never did that” he says as he inserts two fingers inside you.

is this really happening? the man you dream about every night, the man you’ve day dreamed about all throughout high school. you sneakily pinch yourself, making sure you aren’t dreaming. “yup this is real.” you think to yourself.

he curls his fingers up inside you, making you yelp. he moans at your noises. you grab his rock hard huldige in his jeans but he says “no maybe later, i need to be inside you now” he protests. “we’ll get inside me mike” you reply, pretending to be annoyed. “yes maam” he says back as he rips his pants off, his boxers come off fast, his dick is red and his tip covered in precum.

“fuck me mike, i need you so bad” you say, voice cracking to the point where it’s embarrassing. “careful what you ask for pretty girl” he says as he inserts himself into you, thrusting hard into you, making you exclaim loudly. his mouth covers your mouth, trying not to make too much noise. waking up abby right now would ruin you. with this in mind, you try your best to stay quiet.

he thrusts in and out of you, moaning unashamed. its so fucking sexy. with every thrust his dick hits your gspot repeatedly. you feel his dick twitch inside you and you say “cum inside, i need you to fill me up” he almost chokes, nodding up and down. his sticky release nosed with yours is now dripping out of you. he cries out soft moans. he pulls out and kisses your forehead on his way to grab a towel to clean you up.

“you’re good in bed pretty girl” he says as he takes the rag between your legs.

#jersey writes #spotify #this is flopping #josh hutcherson #mike shmidt #five nights at freddy's #fanfic #smut #mike schmidt x reader smut #mike schimdt fanfic #mike schmidt headcanons #jealousjersey

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rafesgoldrings · 1 year ago

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Hiii baby

Can I request a "Lust for Life" with Rafe, with the song 'Devil I know' with the prompt "how do you want me, angel"??

Devil I know R.C

So I wasn’t sure which song you wanted because there are a few with the same title, but I went with the one by Suki Waterhouse and hope you enjoy!

Warnings: a lot of angst, smut, cheating, toxic relationship, mentions of drugs, alcohol abuse (reader low key drinks to avoid the problems), Rafe gaslights reader, manipulation, mentions of nudes from another girl, this is literally just pure angst😭, reader is a little delulu, not proofread

One phone call, telling you he misses you and he fucked up, but never that he’s sorry. He says he’s trying to get better but you’re the only one that can help him but you keep leaving, don’t you want him to get better? You’re the only one he trusts, the only one that truly knows what he’s going through, and he knows he cheated on you last week, and the week before last, and today, but he can’t control it. You’re not here and his brain fucks with him, burying his cock in another girls pussy is the only way to get his mind off things. He says he tries calling you, but you never answer and he feels hurt. He’s a liar. He’s a piece of shit. Yet you can’t help but to succumb to his pleads for you work it out. ‘Your place or mine?’ becoming the frequent question, it was always yours. You knew why he didn’t want you at his, but part of you could deny it being true if you never saw it for yourself.

He’d show up, give you a fake smile laced with ‘regret’. You’d invite him in, pour some whiskey for him and wine for yourself, he’d make up a bullshit excuse and tell you that you’re the only one he wants, then you’re tangled together in the bed sheets dancing that devilish tango that you know you shouldn’t be. This time was no different, only thing that wasn’t normal was he brought you a gift. A diamond necklace with his name on it. He tells you it’s to show his loyalty, a lie that you believe to convince yourself he does love you. It’s to show guys that you’re off limits, he’s the only one allowed to cheat. If you ever did, he’d fucking kill you and him, he’s told you that. But it’s not like it even crossed your mind, hand to heart you were going to stay faithful.

The same thing happened, it’s not his fault. It’s your fault with him directly stating it. He needs you and says he misses you so much it hurts. That he can’t sleep without knowing things are okay between you. You stare at the ground and try to avoid drinking yourself to oblivion, his hand goes on your knee and slowly moves up. His other hand gripping your jaw lightly and turning you to face him, you look into his eyes that are almost black from the coke and lust no doubt. He leans in and you do the same, your lips meeting and doing the same routine. The taste of whiskey and his mint gum on his tongue mixing with the wine on yours sent a dangerous shockwave through you.

You felt him pick you up and carry you to your bedroom where he placed you on the bed. His lips traveled across your chest and neck before they reached your lips, barely fanning over them as he whispered in a raspy voice.

“How do you want me angel?” your hand reached down for his pants, undoing the button and then the zipper, then watching him pull them off along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, tip leaking small beads of precum, and you reached for it. Gently, you squeezed the tip and watched as the beads dropped into your hand before slowly stroking it.

“I want you to fuck me Rafe” no matter how hard you tried to deny the temptation, you always gave in to the him and the toxic relationship you couldn’t let go of despite wanting to move on and find peace.

“Oh I can do that princess” you watched as he smirked and pulled your pants off, sliding his cock up and down your slick folds before slowly pushing himself inside of you. Your eyes fluttered as you let out a soft gasp, his size always surprising you no matter how many times you have sex.

You grip his forearms and lean your head up to kiss him, moaning into the kiss as it turned passionate and messy. Teeth and tongue clashing together as you both moaned into the others mouths with each thrust of Rafe’s hips, the both of you desperately chasing the same release and pretending everything was normal and okay.

“R-rafe, i’m coming” your head fell back as you squeezed your eyes shut, nails digging into Rafe’s arms and back arching, toes curling as you cried out in pleasure. Stars flooding your vision as you fell apart underneath him.

“Fuck b-baby, I am too” he stuttered, giving a few more final thrusts before pushing himself all the way inside you and stilling his movements as thick white ropes coated your walls. His head fell forward and he placed his lips on the base of your throat, slowly kissing up to your chin, and then capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

The two of you laid like that for a few moments, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as the euphoria wore off. He pulled out of you, the both of you letting out a small hiss, and brought his thumbs to your cheeks to wipe the tears. He gave you a sad smile, his eyes swimming with an unknown emotion, and walked to the bathroom to grab a clean wash cloth and clean the both of you up. Such a gentle gesture, one that most people find so intimate and romantic, but it was just an act. He needed you to think he loved you enough to take care of you after sex.

“Come here sweetheart, let me hold you and let’s rest” he pulled the comforter down and got in the bed, patting the spot next to him. He smiled when you did, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest.

“Tell me i’m the only one you can’t forget Rafe” you pleaded, even if it wasn’t real, you needed him to say it.

“I could never forget you babe, I love you. You’re the one I want to be with” funny how he couldn’t even lie and say you’re the only one. You remained silent, placing your hands gently over his.

After a few minutes, you heard his soft snores behind you and let the tears flow freely. You hear a phone buzz on the nightstand and carefully reach over, Rafe must have put it there at some point. It’s wrong, you shouldn’t snoop, but you do so anyway.

We still on for tomorrow? I miss you :(

Your heart sinking to your stomach when you opened the picture the girl, who’s name wasn’t saved but had been texting with Rafe for a few weeks, had sent. The picture showed her naked body under one of Rafe’s t shirts that she had pulled above her tits. Of course he came here knowing he was going to fuck another girl tomorrow, he’s a sick twisted person who you should hate. But you didn’t, you knew this would happen again in a few days. And you’d be okay with history repeating because it might be hell, but it was comfortable to you. And you would stay faithful to the devil you knew.

Tag List (i’m sorry if i’m forgetting anyone, sometimes tumblr won’t show me the username): @outerbankspov @sweetestdesire @proactivetypaperson @dreamingwithrafe @congratsloserr @xyzstar @madelynie

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artdcnaldson · 3 months ago

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for someone who isn't the biggest fan of frat guys irl, frat!art has a hold on me. i might be projecting but i can envision an enemies to lovers where he tries to corrupt you. you're this studious goody two shoes virgin and clearly out of your element at the frat party. your friends dragged you there and it's obvious you were sheltered growing up. the way you fluster so easily when he flirts with you like you've never had any male attention before makes his ego skyrocket.

i remember one time you said art would be the kind of guy who fails a class just to get closer to you. i'm imagining the professor appointing you to tutor art because he's failing and you begrudgingly accept. you'd never say yes otherwise unless you were being forced to. arts so annoying the entire tutoring session, just using it to flirt with you. you almost leave but he proposes an idea, where in exchange for tutoring he'll help you get experience. give you your own lessons... art coming up with convoluted ways to get nerd reader who hates him to fuck him bc he's so fixated on corrupting her after she rejected/insulted him at a party one time 😭😭 is it giving cruel intentions a little..?

OHHHHHH I love it!!!

Corrupting you AFTER you’ve already rejected him is soooooo yummy <3

Bc you’re so fucking embarrassed about your lack of experience. You feel like a fucking child while all of your friends are fucking around and doing the stuff you’re *supposed* to do in college. Meanwhile you’re a virgin who hates the taste of alcohol, has never been high, and has never even been flirted with before Art. Of course you thought it was a joke when he approached you— smacking his gum and smiling all smug down at you. It felt like some cosmic joke that a guy that hot would use you as a punchline.

But Art does want you. He finds your innocence intoxicating. He watches you blush and fumble your way through conversations with a guy from the swim team and he knows you’re still completely untouched and pure. It’s like finding a unicorn.

It feels like punishment when you get assigned to help Art out with his class and boost his grade. Art, who shows up late with Taco Bell and cinnamon gum he sticks on the lid of his Mountain Dew so he can finish it after. Art who gets distracted staring down your shirt and peeking at your girlie little bra.

“Does your boyfriend know you’re my tutor?” He asks, leaning in close so you can smell the spice of his deodorant and the cool mint of chewing gum.

You look down at your paper and huff. “Don’t have one.”

“I could fix that.”

And you just flush and look away. “Stop making fun of me.”

But he could. He could fix that. He could fix your awkward, unapproachable personality. Teach you how to smile pretty and dress so it didn’t look like you were ashamed to have a physical form. He’d teach you how to act, how to speak, how to kiss and fuck and moan pretty like boys like.

“‘M not. Just offering,” he says. “That swim guy? I know his type. He likes my sloppy seconds.”

And you grimace. “If you think I believe that if I… if I sleep with you he’ll date me, you’re an idiot.”

He grins. “I’m just saying I know what guys are into, and I really know what he wants. I could show you the basics sometime, teach you how to get a guy. We can trade lessons.”

And fuck, if that isn’t convincing.

#NEED THST NEED THAT NED THAT

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luvsae · 1 year ago

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hey! could you write how hyunsu would react to the reader having a panic attack?

I‘m kinda struggling with this lately.. thank you in advance❤️

first off - i hope you're okay anon. if you ever need someone to talk to im always here ♡ i hope this request can bring a bit of comfort to you :)

5 things | cha hyunsu

- hyunsu helps you during a panic attack and comforts you.

- cha hyunsu x gn!reader

- angst with eventual fluff

"What are 5 things you can see?" Hyunsu asked.

"Huh?" You looked at him through your blurry vision. The tears in your eyes were blocking your vision, but you could still see Hyunsu a bit.

"It's a technique that someone taught me. It helps distract your mind and ground you," he explained, rubbing your back gently. "So, what are five things you can see?"

How did you get into this situation? Well, it started when you were stressing over University work.

Hyunsu knew you were stressed and suggested you take a break. You were grateful that he was caring about your health, but you explained that the work was too important and you needed to finish the first essay but tonight.

The due date wasn't until next week, but you enjoyed handing in your work earlier so you wouldn't have to stress about it once it was closer to the due date.

That tiny bit of stress expanded once you realized you entered the wrong prompt for your essay. You were halfway done too.

This resulted in you bursting into tears. Of course you still had until next week to finish it, but you had other essays to do as well.

Hyunsu heard your sobs and instantly rushed in.

"What's wrong?" He asked, now standing in front of you.

"I-" A sob was caught in your throat. "I did the wrong prompt for this stupid essay. I was almost done too and now I have to waste more time writing another one. I still have so many more to do."

"Hey, hey," Hyunsu knelt down, turning your chair to face him. "It's okay. I know it's hard, but it'll be okay."

"If I don't get this done, then I'm screwed." Your voice was wobbly, and you felt your breathing start to get shorter.

The panic attack was setting in.

And now led you back to where you were in the moment. Hyunsu was asking you five things you can see.

You rubbed the tears from your eyes and looked around. "Uh, I can see the table, my computer, you, the picture of us on the wall, and your slippers."

"Good," he smiled. "Now 4 things you can touch."

You looked at Hyunsu and nodded. "Uh, I can touch your shoulder, the desk again, my pen, and my knee."

"Okay, good," Hyunsu smiled at you. "Now 3 things you can hear."

"I can hear your voice, my voice, and my computer fan," you replied back. "I really need to get a new laptop."

"It is a bit loud, huh?" Hyunsu joked, you laughed a bit at his joking. "See? You're already doing better. Now I want you to tell me 2 things you can smell."

"I can smell the air freshener and your cologne. It's really nice, by the way. You should get it again." You complimented.

Hyunsu gave you a cheesy grin, making you laugh again. "Thank you. I will get it just for you. One last thing to do - what's one thing you can taste?"

"Taste?" You quickly took a piece of your mint gum - it was sitting on your desk in front of you, then unraveled it and put the piece of gum in your mouth. "My gum."

"Cute," Hyunsu nodded. "How do you feel on a scale from one to ten. One being the worst and ten being the best."

"I feel like a five." You told him truthfully. "But that did help. Thank you."

"That's okay," he responded. "Here. Come with me for a moment."

Hyunsu stood up and offered his hand to you, which you took. He guided you to your shared bedroom.

For a moment, you looked around the room at the decorations everywhere. The memory made you smile - it was when you two first moved in together.

The both of you were nervous but really excited to live with one another. To get rid of the nervousness, you decorated the room together.

There were fairylights and posters almost everywhere. There were two desks beside each other on the left side of the room which your computer sat beside Hyunsu's.

It was Hyunsu's idea to sit beside each other whole gaming. You thought it was adorable, so of course, you agreed.

The two of you would pick a game each night and play until the sun woke up. Although you would be tired, it didn't matter because Hyunsu was there.

Hyunsu was always there for you, and you always returned the same back to him.

Your boyfriend led you to your bed and sat down with you. "How are you feeling now?" His voice was gentle as his hand rubbed up and down your back.

"I feel better than before," you answered back honestly. "The anxiety is still lingering a bit, but I can get past it."

"Good," Hyunsu pressed a kiss to your cheek before quickly pulling away. "Wait- can I kiss you?"

You let out a quiet laugh, then connected your lips with his. He was surprised for a moment but eased into it. You eventually broke it. "Of course you can. We're together, honey. Kiss me anytime you like."

"Okay," he flashed you a genuine smile once more. "If you ever need to be comforted, I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Hyunsu. I promise to pay you back, okay? How about we... watch something tonight?" You suggested.

"That sounds amazing," he said. "Whatever we do, I'm just happy to be with you."

"I love you." You blurted out.

"I love you too."

#fanfic #fluff stuff #fluff scenario #angst #sweet home #cha hyun su #cha hyunsu x reader #request #luvsae

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queen--kenobi · 19 days ago

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Kinktober Day Seventeen: Biting

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: sooooo technically this has no sex but the not sex is sex? Biting and blood play are on the table because this has vampire!Elayna

Elayna noses the side of Tyland’s neck. His pulse jumps. His heart beats faster, reverberating in his rib cage, and Elayna’s eyes roll back as the sensation travels from his chest to hers. She tastes the spike of arousal thick on her tongue and flooding her nostrils. Underneath the bermagont and mint, he smells musky. She inhales deeply.

“You smell good.”

Her lips brush against his skin with every word. Tyland’s breath catches for a moment. Elayna's gums itch. He's making it hard not to sink her fangs into him. She wants to taste not just his blood on her tongue but his ecstacy, the high of his orgasm. The worst part is he doesn't know his mere reactions are driving her towards a frenzy.

“We cannot.” Tyland manages a composed tone tinged with a bit of worry. The fact he holds it together despite the arousal seeping from him causes Elayna to squirm. It takes a moment for his words to sink in, but when they do, they pull her back to the present.

He's right. Elayna closes her eyes. Tyland is right; they cannot. Her fingers dig into his doublet anyway. If they were to get caught, it would be a scandal. Besides, even if they could, it's dangerous right now. She could hurt him easily. Elayna should go back to her food and away from here, away from him.

“I don't want to go.” Elayna murmurs. The words fall from her mouth unbidden.

“You and I both know if you don't go now...” He trails off. Tyland wants this, she knows he does. She still smells his arousal.

“What if we do?” His pulse speeds up at her word. “I want this. I want you.”

Elayna noses the side of his neck again. His pulse jumps underneath her lips. Seven be good, she can almost taste him on her tongue. Tyland exhales, and the slight shakiness of his breath makes her lips curl. She follows her impulse and presses a kiss to the side of his neck.

“Please.”

Elayna can't help her triumphant smirk. Tyland’s heart actually skips a beat. His breath catches, she hears it and feels it where their chests meet. Whether or not he realizes it, she's already won. Tyland almost subconsciously tilts his head a little to give her more room.

“Just this once.”

They both know it won't be just this one time. Still, Elayna nods.

“Just this one.”

Elayna settles her lips on his neck. He tenses. She kisses the spot she's chosen, where his blood truly sings to her, in order to relax him. She gets it; everyone expects pain.

“Breathe for me.”

Tyland does. Elayna slowly sinks her fangs into his neck. He stiffens in her hold for a second, no doubt from the pain. She squeezes his bicep sympathetically. If her mouth weren't full, she'd tell him she knows, she gets it. However, Elayna can't. If she pulls away now, it'll hurt more when she goes back.

When his blood hits her tongue, Elayna's eyes nearly roll back into her head. Fuck. Tyland tastes even better than he smells. She pulls him closer with a hand between his shoulder blades, fingers splayed. Tyland’s breathing changes, going from short and shallow to half breathes. Tyland brings one hand up to the back of her head. His fingers hesitantly thread through her hair. A pleased growl eminates from Elayna, and the spike of arousal in his blood makes her dig her fangs in deeper.

It isn't long before the grip on her hair tightens. The slight sting brings Elayna back to the present, and she opens her eyes.

“Elayna. Enough.” Tyland’s voice drops an octave. Elayna grunts. She hears the command in his tone, but the thought of letting go now hurts. Tyland tugs on her hair a little more harshly. She pulls away with a displeased noise. Blood runs in small rivulets down her chin. Tyland’s eyes are wide, pupils blown out.

“Why did you stop me?” She fights to keep the whine out of her voice. “I wasn't anywhere near hurting you.”

Elayna knows why. If she had kept on any longer, any and all sense of decorum between them would have evaporated. Still. She wants to hear it from him. Absent-mindedly, she brings her fingers up to her chin and collects what's there. Elayna cleans her fingers, slipping each one into her mouth with a soft pop and licking the blood from them.

Tyland sighs her name. “We cannot. I should not have even indulged you to begin with.” Despite the harshness of his words, a slight tinge of regret creeps into them.

“Tell me. Tell me to go, and I shall, no questions asked.” Elayna searches his eyes, although she isn't sure for what. Tyland swallows. The motion causes a small bead of blood to well up on his neck. Elayna's eyes instantly focus on that point.

“Tell me to go, and I will.” Elayna reiterates. Tyland inhales, closing his eyes. He exhales slowly and deliberately. Elayna's own breath catches in her throat as she waits for his answer. While she doesn't think he wants her to go, she worries he might tell her to for both of their sake. The battle plays out on his face. Eventually, he opens his eyes.

“Just this once.”

“Just this once.” Elayna echoes, the lie slipping between her teeth. She knows it isn't for her but for him. Once was never an option, only never or always.

Perhaps, Elayna muses as she lowers her head back down, never wasn't even an option in the first place.

#oc: elayna reyne #Tyland Lannister x OC #Tyland Lannister x OFC #NSFT #kinktober 2024 #Tylana #Tyland x Elayna #persephone writes

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munsonsmixtapes · 7 months ago

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Teach Me

Steve x bi!fem!reader

word count: 6k

cw: MDNI 18+ smut, oral (f receiving) fingering, (f receiving)

part one part two part three part four part six part seven part eight

Part Five: Lesson Four

You stared up at the ceiling with your sister curled up into your side. You had no idea what time it was, but you knew it was late. All you could think about was Steve and how much you needed him. You should have just let him take you right there on his couch when you had the chance. Maybe then you wouldn’t have been thinking about how wet you were and how much you needed to do something about.

You couldn’t satisfy your needs yourself with your sister being right there you knew you needed to go for the next best thing. You crept out of your bed and snuck into the living room, trying not to wake up your mother and quickly threw open the door before racing across the way to Eddie’s.

You pounded on the door, not seeing Wayne’s car and kept knocking until it opened. Eddie was there on the other side, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. He didn’t know why you were there, but let you in anyway.

“It’s three o’clock in the morning,” he told you, his voice raspy from sleep. Seeing how tired he was, you were starting to feel bad for waking him up.

“I know, but I need you.” You stepped closer to him and his eyes opened a little wider, concern evident on his face.

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” He reached for you, trying to do what he could to help.

“No, Eddie,” you shook your head. “I need you.” You pulled him to you by the collar of his shirt.

“Maybe start with that next time. Almost gave me a heart attack.”

“How can I make it up to you?” You blinked a couple of times, batting your eyelashes.

“I can think of a few ways,” he winked before pulling your to him roughly, pressing his lips to yours. He must have been in a good mood because he rarely kissed you before you started fucking. He usually got right into the act, not really a big fan of kissing or foreplay. But that was how you liked it. You didn’t need any of that. All you needed was his cock.

Your tongue swiped along his bottom lip and he let it explore his mouth as his hands moved down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. You let out a yelp and he only laughed before continuing where he left off. Your hand wound their way into his messy hair and his hands moved up your shirt, one staying at your back while the other moved to your tit, giving it a light squeeze. He ran this thumb along your nipple, pressing down on it just enough to make it hard.

“Eddie,” you moaned and he continued to massage the area, loving how quick he was able to make you moan. He moved over to the other nipple to give it the same attention and you let out another moan, giving his hair a tug in response to the pleasure.

“I know, baby. Gonna make you feel so good.” His hand let go of your breast and both of them moved down to the backs of your legs. You understood what he was hinting at and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles at his back. His hands grabbed onto your ass and started moving backwards towards his room.

The door hit the wall at the aggressive nature in which he opened it and he slammed it closed before throwing the two of you onto his bed, his back hitting the mattress while you straddled him.

You took his bottom lips between your teeth and gave it a soft nibble, causing him to let out a whine. You bit down even harder at the noise, and he let out a loud moan.

“Oh, baby. You know exactly what you’re doing.” Your tongue swiped along his bottom lip to diffuse the pain and he opened his mouth, letting your tongue swish around. He tasted like tobacco with a hint of mint from what you assumed was either toothpaste or gum. Even though it was an odd flavor combination you had grown to love it, especially since it had been associated with Eddie.

His hands moved under your shirt and lifted it from your body before throwing it across the room into one of his many messy piles of clothing before grabbing onto your waist and flipping you over so you were the one against the mattress. He removed his own shirt then pulled you into a bruising kiss before moving his hands to your shorts. He looked up at you for approval as if asking if he could proceed.

“Take them off,” you demanded. You were getting desperate, your pussy practically aching from needing at least something inside it. He quickly removed and smirked at the very wet spot on your lightly colored underwear.

“Wow,” he smiled up at you. “This must be a new record, doll.” He removed your underwear and tossed them to the side. He then took two of his fingers and lightly grazed your cunt, looking up at you with a devilish smirk. He can see the angry look on your face and it was making his dick hard. He loved to piss you off sometimes.

His fingers continued to fiddle with your cunt, but never actually went inside it. It was driving you crazy. It made you feel at least a little pleasure, but not the amount you needed.

“Stop fucking around,” you commanded but he only continued.

“Sorry, doll. Gonna need the magic word,” he winked.

“What fucking magic word, Eddie?” You asked, tired of his stupid games. “I swear I’m going to-oh.” Your words were cut off by him shoving his fingers into your cunt.

“This’ll teach you for being fucking brat,” he spit and that only made you more wet. You loved when he got like that, all angry and bothered. You loved when he insulted you like that.

“You love when I’m a brat,” you bat your eyelashes. “You love to punish me.” At that, he pumped his fingers harder and faster, making you come undone. You grabbed onto his arms, digging your nails into the skin at the pleasure he was making you feel.

“Eds,” you moaned. “So good.”

“Yeah? You like that, you little brat?” He asked, pumping even harder, both the name and the action driving you wild.

“More,” you whined. “Need your mouth on my cunt.” He supposed he had tortured you long enough and decided to give in. He removed his fingers from you completely then grabbed hold of your ankles, pulling you further down the mattress so he could have better access.

He then got onto his knees in front of the foot of the bed before spreading your legs wide, seeing a little puddle of liquid on the mattress underneath your cunt, showing him just how wet he had gotten you.

“Damn, sugar,” he let out a whistle. “I see how much of an effect I have on you.”

“Shut up,” you snapped and he just grinned.

“Ooh, you’re feisty this morning. Am I going to have to punish you for that?” You normally loved being punished, but in that moment, you were getting tired of him.

“I don’t care about being punished right now. If you don’t eat me out in the next five seconds, I’m going to take care of myself.” He knew he had pushed you too far, but he just liked to mess with you, maybe a little too much.

“I love when you’re bossy,” he smirked before grabbing hold of your legs and draping them over his shoulders. He then took no time to dive in, licking back and forth from your slit to her clit. You grabbed onto his hair, giving it a yank, letting him know how much you were enjoying yourself. He swirled his tongue and you just pulled his hair harder.

“Oh, Eds.” You tugged onto his hair even harder to the point where he was surprised that you hadn’t pulled any out.

“You like that, sugar?” He continued to lick back and forth before diving into your cunt with his tongue, and you let out a loud gasp.

“Fuck, baby, feels so good.” He swirled his tongue around your cunt before lightly grazing the sensitive spot with his teeth, causing you to let out what almost sounded like a scream. He took that as an invitation to continue, applying more pressure with his teeth to see if you make the sound again and you did, louder that time.

“Holy shit, Eds.”

“I know,” he responded. “Taking me so well, sugar.”

He went back to using his tongue, grabbing onto your thighs and pushing his face further into it to give himself more access. You let out a gasp and he pushed his tongue into your pussy, giving it one last taste, swirling it around roughly.

You let out your loudest moan yet, so loud that you were sure that the neighbors could hear you clearly. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had gotten a complaint.

Eddie pulled his face away from your pussy and you let go of his hair, collapsing onto the bed while he hovered over you, an innocent smile on his face as if he hadn’t just done the filthiest things to your pussy. He pressed his lips to your forehead then lowered himself down onto, burying his face into the spot between your tits. He pressed an open mouthed kiss there then pulled back, resting a hand on each tit.

“I missed these,” he gave them a squeeze and you just let out a laugh at how quickly he could switch up from being so hot to acting like a teenager. “I think they’re my favorite feature of yours.”

“I thought you liked my ass the best,” you tilted your head to the side. He could never forget your ass, but thought that your tits deserved some love sometimes. .

“Oh, I do,” he smirked, reaching underneath you to grab hold of your ass, cupping it with his hands. He gave your cheeks a rough squeeze, following that with a hard slap. You let out a yelp and he just laughed at your reaction. “We should go to sleep.”

“We should,” you nodded in agreement and he handed you the t-shirt that you usually wore before grabbing one for himself. You both threw them over your heads then got under the covers. He reached over you and turned off the lamp before turning his back to you.

“But we don’t have to.” He was quick to turn back to you, a devilish grin appearing on his pretty pink mouth.

“Don’t have to tell me twice, sugar,” he winked before diving under the covers for a second round.

———

The late afternoon summer breeze hit Steve’s face as soon as he exited his house. The night before was still swirling around in his head, consuming every thought. He had really hoped that the next lesson included another make out session or maybe even more if you were comfortable. He desperately needed to know what your skin felt like against his. He needed to know what your moans sounded like and how you liked to be fucked. The whole thing was driving him crazy.

He was about to go pick up Robin so they could head to the diner yet again and he was looking forward to seeing you again but not looking forward to his friend asking him about what had happened between the two of you. That was where he drew the line.

Once he got into his car, he pulled a tape from his glove compartment before putting it into the player. He turned it down low since the last person who had been in his car was Eddie who had borrowed it while his van was in the shop. Eddie always liked his music super loud to the point where Steve was surprised that he could actually pay attention to the road. Between that and his need to go over speed limits, he was surprised that the man was allowed to drive at all.

Steve pulled up to Robin’s where she was standing at the end of the driveway. Her arms were crossed over her chest and a scowl made its way upon her face as her eyes met with Steve’s.

“You’re late,” she told him as he rolled down the window to speak to her.

“Sorry, sorry. Overslept.” She didn’t need to know the real reason why he was late. That, he would keep to himself.

Robin got into the passenger seat and threw her purse into the floorboard before turning to Steve who was already looking at her. She immediately clocked the bruise on his neck and her eyes widened, reaching over to push the collar of his shirt down to get a better glimpse.

“Damn,” she whistled. “Who did it?”

“Y/n,” he replied, smirking triumphantly. Finally, Robin and Eddie’s scheming actually got them somewhere. Maybe if they worked a little harder, they could actually get the two of them to go on a date.

“Y/n did that?” Her eyes widened. She would have figured that you would have run when you heard that Robin wasn’t going to be there, but she was really glad that you ended up staying.

“Yep,” he nodded, trying to hold back a smile. He had been late because he had been debating covering it up with some of his mom’s makeup, but he couldn’t get himself. He was going to wear it as a badge of honor.

“How did it happen?” She turned to fully face him, ready for all of the details.

“We made out.” The words came out so nonchalantly but his eyes were all dreamy. Robin liked seeing him like that. That he had finally found someone who could make him feel the way he made all those women feel. And this time, the feelings were reciprocated. She was sure of it.

“Why am I just now hearing about this?” She gave his shoulder a shove. “You know, as your best friend, the least I deserve is a call after you made out with the girl you’ve been crushing on for months.” Robin never liked hearing about his dates, especially when he went into specifics so he wondered why you had been so special.

“I’m sorry, it was late.” And it had been and he had been too in a daze to form proper sentences.

“You should be sorry,” she grumbled. “As an apology I want all the details.”

“It’s not as hot as you think, Rob. She was just helping me figure out why I can’t go all the way with women anymore.” And that was true. Well, initially. By the end, you were kissing him because you wanted to.

“Did you tell her the reason why you can’t is because you always see her instead of the person you’re supposed to see?” Why would he have told you that? That would have sent you packing and you would have never wanted to speak to him again.

“No? That would have freaked her out.” And it would have revealed his giant crush on you and he wasn’t sure he wanted that to come out just yet.

“What did she say when she found out that there was no actual problem?”

“All she said was that she didn’t understand why I needed help then kissed me again.”

“Oh, so you admit that you both just ended up making out for pleasure.” She let out a laugh. Her plan had worked perfectly.

“Sure, I’ll admit it. It was great. She was…great.” He let out a contented sigh and Robin just rolled her eyes.

“God, you are so in love with her it’s embarrassing.”

“I’m not-I’m not in love with her,” he scoffed as if that was a ridiculous thing for her to say. He was in love with you, actually. So much so that it hurt.

“Right, right,” she nodded. “And denial is a river in Egypt.”

“Okay, so maybe I love her. So what?” Saying the words, he realized just how true they had been. It was just just a crush anymore. He was head over heels, totally and completely in love with you.

“So what? She’s the first girl you’ve actually been interested in since Nancy. This is huge!”

“But she doesn’t feel the same way so what’s the point, Rob?” Robin was very confident that you actually did feel the same way. She could see it in the way you looked at him. In the way he always seemed to have more fries with his order at the diner than she did. In the way you flirted with him in a way that you didn’t with others. It was all there.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She let out another laugh. “She likes you too. She’s just not as forward as you.”

“Whatever. Let’s go.” He was really hoping that you did feel the same way, but he couldn’t have been sure. He could tell when other people were crushing on him, but you were hard to read. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking like he could with the other girls in town, but he kind of liked that.

The car pulled up to the diner and Steve couldn’t help but notice that the parking lot was pretty empty which made him happy that maybe he’d have a chance to talk to you since the place wasn’t busy. That is, if you were there. Of course you were. You always worked on Sundays.

The pair entered the restaurant and Steve scanned the place for you, his eyes finding you immediately at one of the tables…with Eddie. He didn’t know why, but he could feel jealousy bubbling up inside of him watching you shove Eddie’s shoulder. He knew that there was nothing going on between the two of you, but he couldn’t help but feel jealous. The two of you had a special bond and he couldn’t compete with that. Eddie got you in a way that Steve just didn’t.

He suggested that he and Robin sit at the bar for a change. It totally wasn’t so he had the perfect view of you. He just wanted a change of scenery. He took a menu from the little holder in front of him and held it up in front of his face before slowly peeking over the top to not seem so obvious about his staring.

You turned to look at him and gave him a wave accompanied by a flirty smile. He was quick to wave back, a grin making its way upon his face. He had been so focused on waving at you that he had abandoned the menu altogether, causing it to fall to the floor in a loud clatter.

Everyone in the diner turned to see what the cause of the noise was and he felt his cheeks heat up as he hopped off his stool to retrieve the thing. Once he had it in his hands, they all went back to what they had initially been doing.

“God,” Eddie scoffed, looking over at you. “You’ve really got him whipped.” You knew that he was right, but you were still having a hard time grasping that concept.

“Shut up,” you shoved him. “He’s just clumsy.”

“Sure, maybe that’s part of it, but you have to admit that that was your fault.”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “Maybe I did.” You didn’t want to have the conversation anymore and decided that you needed to get away. “I’m gonna go on my break, okay?”

“So, in other words, you’re going to go sit with Harrington and flirt with him some more.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “We’ll see.”

After you clocked out for your break, you made a beeline for the bar, taking a seat at the bar right next to Steve. He turned to you and could see him melt just by being near you. You were beginning to think that maybe you had a bigger effect on him as you had initially thought.

“Hey, handsome,” you greeted, nudging your shoulder with his.

“Hi,” he beamed and you leaned forward to get a glimpse at the girl on the other side of him, knowing you needed to greet her as well.

“Hey, Robin,” you smiled.

“Hey, y/n,” she mimicked your facial expression then turned back to her shake.

You looked at Steve and eyed the soda that was sitting in front of him. You were so thirsty, not having had anything to drink since the cup of coffee you had that morning. The ice made it look so inviting and you knew that it would be cold going down your throat, quenching your thirst. Without a word, Steve shoved the cup in your direction.

“Oh, no,” you shook your head. “That’s okay.”

“You were looking at it longingly. Clearly you want some.”

“Aren’t you afraid of germs?” He leaned closer to you, lowering his voice as he spoke.

“You literally had your tongue in my mouth last night so I think drinking from my cup should be fine,” he winked and you felt your cheeks heat. You put the straw between your lips and took a few sips before handing the cup back to him.

“You keep it. I’ll buy another one.” Your heart fluttered at the gesture, feeling all warm and fuzzy, like a blanket fresh from the dryer.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn’t have let you protest.

“Of course,” he nodded and called for someone behind the bar to order another soda.

You spent your entire break talking with Steve and Robin, wondering why it had taken you so long to actually get to know them. They were both so friendly and funny and you could see yourself wanting to hang out with them regularly.

You loved watching them bicker like siblings, going back and forth over such trivial things like what dessert they were going to order or what they were going to watch for their movie night. They just had an unexplainable bond that other people just didn’t understand. They were soulmates, but in a platonic way, just like you and Eddie.

“Well,” you sighed. “I’ve got to get back to work.” Steve looked at his watch, wondering how thirty minutes could have gone by that fast. Time always seemed to be doing that when he was around you.

“It was nice to catch up,” Robin smiled.

“Likewise,” you agreed before turning back to Steve, leaning forward and pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. “Come over tonight and I can give you some more lessons okay?” With that, you pulled away, hopping off the stool and heading to the kitchen to clock back in.

As soon as you were behind the doors, Robin whipped around to Steve, her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe that you actually just kissed him in front of everyone without a care in the world. That was definitely progress in her eyes. You would haven’t done that a couple months ago, hell, even a couple days ago. She was honestly proud of you.

“What the hell was that?” She asked, her eyes still wide.

“I don’t know, but I’m not going to question it.” The two of them watched you emerge from the kitchen once again.

He couldn’t believe that you had actually invited him over. He was curious about what you had wanted to teach him and what that could have led to. He only had one taste of you and now he was desperate for more. He had to resist the urge to kiss you when you had been sitting next to him. You had smelled so good and looked so pretty that he was so close to pulling you into the bathroom to have his way with you.

Your shift came by and went in a flash and before you knew it, you were pulling up to your trailer. Since Steve was going to come over, you were going to have to straighten up the place and remind Callie that she needed to be on her best behavior.

You rushed inside and quickly changed into a different outfit, something that was slightly nicer than what you usually wore around the house. You didn’t have anything actually nice, so your lacy tank top and shorts were going to have to do.

You told yourself that it was because you wanted to wear something different, but deep down, you knew that you were just trying to impress Steve. You wanted to look your best for him, even if your best wasn’t low quality.

After you were dressed, you had Callie help you straighten up the living area and kitchen, cleaning up the many takeout containers and random trash around the place. You had let it pile up more than you should have, but most days, you barely had enough energy to take a shower, let alone clean up messes that weren’t yours.

“Who’s coming over?” Callie asked as she tossed a beer bottle into the trash bag that you were holding.

“My friend Steve.”

“I thought Eddie was your only friend.” You couldn’t blame her for saying that since up until recently, Eddie had been your only friend.

“He was, but now I have new friends. And Steve is one of them.” You found yourself smiling at the thought of him and quickly wiped it off your face. You weren’t falling.

“Is he nice?” Steve was probably too nice sometimes. Especially when it came to customers at Family Video. He was such a pushover sometimes with giving people what they wanted even though it was against policy. You always had to play the bad guy in those situations.

“So nice,” you nodded. “I think he might even be nicer than Eddie.”

“Really?” Her head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Yep. He even said that he was looking forward to meeting you.” She put the last of the trash in the bag and you tied it off before throwing it in the can in the kitchen.

“He did?” You still remembered that he had said as much on your first “date” and knew that he actually meant it.

“Mhm. So are you going on your best behavior?” The girl was a wild card and you never really knew what you were going to get from her.

“Depends,” she shrugged and you just knew that she was up to something.

“On what?” You put your hands on her hips, wondering what her condition could possibly be this time.

“If I can have dessert before dinner tonight.” She flashed you that adorable smile that you always had trouble saying no to her.

“Fine, but just this once.” You headed to the freezer and pulled out an ice cream sandwich and headed it to her. There was a knock on the door and your heart hammered in your chest as you let out a gasp. Callie headed to the couch to enjoy her treat while you made a beeline for the door.

You ripped it open in excitement and Steve was on the other side. He was wearing the same outfit from before, a Hawkins High t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. Your eyes immediately went to his and you wondered why he always hid them under jeans. They were nice and toned and you wanted to know what they felt like tangled up in yours while you snuggled up in bed together.

You didn’t think you had ever thought about a man in such an innocent way before. Your thoughts were usually filthy and now you were beginning to panic. Maybe you were broken. You definitely were and you couldn’t believe Steve had been the one to do it.

“Hey,” you greeted with a bright smile.

“Hi,” his smile matched yours.

“Come on in.”

You moved to the side and he stepped into the trailer, stuffing his hands awkwardly into the pockets of his jeans. For once, he was actually nervous to be at a girl’s place. He was nervous because it was you and he was slowly accepting that he was falling in love with you.

“Steve, this Callie,” you gestured to your little sister who was finishing up her ice cream sandwich. She turned to you and you gave her a look that she knew all too well. The look that told her that if she caused any trouble, there would be serious consequences. You honestly weren’t sure what you would have done if she had embarrassed you in front of Steve.

“Nice to meet you,” he gave her a little wave but all she did was glare. She threw the wrapper she was holding onto the coffee table then rounded the couch to stand in front of him. She beckoned him forward with her pointer finger and he squatted in front of her.

Callie cupped her hand over Steve’s ear and whispered something to him that was just low enough for you to not hear.

“If you hurt her, I will kill you,” she told him. “Now laugh like I just said something funny.” He did what she said and she joined in. Your heart warmed, seeing them always getting along.

Callie moved back over to the couch, getting back onto the couch and resting her arms on the back of it while Steve tried to avoid her eye contact. He didn’t like that he was so scared of a seven year old.

“C’mon, Steve. We can go to my room.” You took him by the hand and pulled him in the direction of your room. He made the mistake of looking back as you dragged him along. He made eye contact with Callie who was staring at him and she glared, running her pointer finger along her neck to really drive her point home.

Steve gulped then turned back to face forward. You pulled him to a closer door and you opened it, leading him inside. For once, your room wasn’t a total wreck and you had been grateful for that, not that Steve would have judged you.

He looked around and liked how cozy it felt with warm lighting from your lamp. Right by the door was your desk that was cluttered with Callie’s and your drawing supplies and various makeup products. Across from the desk was your bed that was unmade like usual and on the other side of the room was a huge bookcase with more books that Steve could count. He had no idea you liked to read and that much. The room was pretty bare, but he knew that was because your parents didn’t have a lot of money and he would never judge anyone for something like that.

“Well, this is where the magic happens,” you sighed, collapsing onto your bed. “And by ‘magic’ I mean nothing.” Steve laughed at that and slowly took a seat at your desk. He watched you get up from the bed and head over to your bookshelf. You looked over it for a minute before grabbing a book from it.

He looked up and you were standing in front of him, holding the book out to him. He looked at the cover and his eyes widened. It was a man and a woman on what looked like a boat. She was holding onto a rope with one hand and her other arm was grasping the man’s biceps. The man was holding onto her waist tightly and his lips were on her neck.

The words “The Pirate’s Booty” were on the front in a loopy cursive font. Steve looked up at you with wide eyes and you realized that you might have traumatized him by giving him the book without a word.

“What’s this?” A blush was creeping up on his cheeks and you tried to hold back a laugh.

“A book.”

“Duh, y/n,” he rolled his eyes.

“It’s smut,” you specified but he still seemed confused. “Erotica. Sex on page.” His cheeks turned pinker at your words and you never thought that kind of thing would make him blush.

“And why are you giving me this?” He held the book out as if he had been disgusted by it.

“Because this is where you were going to get your sex tips from.” You crossed your arms over your chest and Steve just scoffed.

“Why?” The book looked like it held very inappropriate material and even though Steve was a prude by no means, the whole thing made him feel weird.

“Because that’s where I got all my tricks from.” He just laughed at that. There was no way that a fictional book could actually teach you about sex.

“Yeah right.” He tried to sober up, but it was just too funny thinking about a book like that holding such good sexual content that you were able to use it on actual people.

“Open the book and see for yourself.” You couldn’t believe he was laughing. You wouldn’t have even given him that option if you knew that he was going to behave that way.

He slowly opened the book in the middle and his eyes scanned over the words, his eyes widening at how descriptive it was, leaving absolutely nothing out. He couldn’t believe that you read that kind of thing for fun.

“This-this is-” he cut himself off, flustered by what he had just read.

“Great right?” He shook his head. Not great at all.

“I’m actually thinking of another word.” Gross was the word he was thinking of.

“You don’t have to read it, but I just thought you’d want to know the truth of how I got so knowledgeable about sex.” He was still having a hard time wrapping his head around the whole thing.

“I’ll read it.” He hated seeing the disappointed look on your face and wanted to do whatever he could to make you happy again, even if it meant reading your stupid book.

“You will?” Your face lit up and he thought it was adorable.

“Yep,” he nodded, flipping through the pages. “Alone.”

“That would be the preferred place to read it.” You couldn’t imagine reading something like that in public. You knew people would have something to say and you felt weird knowing that people knew exactly what those kinds of books contained. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

“Yeah, I doubt it,” he grumbled and you appreciated that he was doing it for you even though he didn’t seem to want to. You were sure he would be hooked from the first page.

“It’s about pirates, Steve. Don’t you like pirates.”

“Sure,” he shrugged. He did think pirates were pretty cool.”

“There’s this guy Bastian who reminds me of you. He’s really cool.” You didn’t mean to say that since Bastian was the male lead, but it was too late. The words had already left your mouth.

“Really?” He gave you a small smile, which you returned.

“Really,” you nodded. He turned the book over to read the description on the back and you panicked. The name was the very first word.

“Hey, wait a minute-��

You cut him off by taking the book from his hand and setting it on the desk. You then planted yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So,” he smirked. “Been having dirty thoughts about me?” He winked, nodding his head towards the book.

“Will you just shut up?” You pressed your lips to his and he let out a gasp before immediately melting into you. His hands rested on your hips, lifting your shirt up a bit so he could feel the strip of skin between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your shorts.

Your lips moved together and Steve wasn’t even going to question why you kissed him, even though he was pretty sure he knew the reason. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, causing you to pull away.

“My sister’s in the other room,” you told him.

“Hey, you kissed me,” he put his hands up in defense.

“Only to shut you up,” you retorted.

“Because for once, I embarrassed you. Not so fun is it?” You supposed he was right. You didn’t like that he had turned the tables on you.

“You’re mean,” you turned away from him with a pout.

“Can you let me kiss it better?” You quickly turned back to him, liking the sound of that.

“Maybe.”

“C’mere,” his hand rested on your cheek and he pulled his face to yours, pressing his lips to yours gently before pulling away. “How was that?”

“Too short.”

“There’s no pleasing you, is there?” He laughed with a shake of his head.

“Oh, I’m sure you could please me just right,” you winked.

“Y/n.” He said your name with such a warning tone that you almost wanted to tease him a little more to see how much you could push him over the edge.

“Steve,” you responded in the same tone.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” His brown eyes darkened and you felt weird seeing that side of Steve. The one that was authoritative and a little scary. You had to admit that you were kind of turned on by it.

“I’m sorry.” You backed off, knowing for sure where egging him on would lead and you couldn’t have gone all the way with Callie in the trailer with you. So, you got up off his lap and offered him your hand. He gladly took it and grabbed the book before standing up.

“It’s late and I really need to get Callie to bed.” You hated to cut your time together short, but you really needed to get back to your real life and leave the cute fake one you had created with Steve.

“Right, right,” he nodded. “I have to get to work early in the morning anyway.

You led him back through the hallway and to the door. You opened it and the two of you lingered by Steve’s car, neither of you making a move to separate. You grabbed him by the shirt and pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling back, not wanting to get carried away.

“G‘night, Steve,” you said and it definitely was a good night in his opinion.

“G’night, Y/n,” he nodded.

“Enjoy the book. And I want to know your thoughts.” Oh, he was so going to tell you his thoughts. He was looking for any excuse to talk to you.

“Will do.”

You watched him get into his car and saw him wave at you through the windshield. You waved back, biting back the stupid smile on your face as he pulled away, heading towards the front of the trailer park.

You headed inside and both you and Callie got ready to go to sleep before getting into bed. You ended up snuggling up in each other’s arms just like every night and you found your mind drifting to Steve, wondering what it would have been like to cuddle with him while sleeping. If he liked being the little spoon or little spoon. If he snored. If he talked in his sleep. Fuck, you were really were falling.

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