#hes got bubbles inside of him look at that!!! getting that working was hard but it looks so cool imo

[blizzard-nightlamps]

3d model/animation of @xxthunderthedragonxx 's slime fox guy...had fun making the goop material on this dude

[cyberrmusee]

got a request for loser!choso by an anon :3 hope you like it anon!! :D

loser!choso who always watched you from afar, admiring your popularity as you hung with a large crowd of friends, smiling and giggling, jealousy bubbling in his blood.

loser!choso who always secretly left you flowers and notes on the windshield of you car, too scared to face you himself and talk to you, with your large crow of friends surrounding you constantly.

loser!choso who finally gained a modicum of confidence and started complimenting you on your cute & preppy outfits and the way your hair always looked so pretty, a blushing stuttering mess every time he spoke to you—avoiding eye contact.

loser!choso who became obsessed with you and kinda started stalking you on campus, sort of on accident definitely not, he knew your favorite food spots, watched you at every party you attended and even memorized your coffee order at the nearby cafe after watching you order it every straight for a week.

loser!choso who was a complete perv and snapped pictures of you when you weren’t looking, they wouldn’t even be provocative, just pictures of you mid conversation with someone or standing alone, he’d be pumping his pathetic cock in his hand at night while swiping through his camera roll, whimpering your name as he came on his own hand, wishing it was your tight cunt instead.

loser!choso who got caught by you, snapping the pervy pictures of you in your cute little skirt, you scolding him while dragging him by his ear telling him how he’d make this up to you by doing your homework assignments for a month.

loser!choso who finally got to feel your pussy grip him during your ovulation week while you were over at his place letting him do your homework—

his hips clapping against your ass relentlessly as he chased his and yours nth orgasm, while he practically cried into your pussy, profusely apologizing and begging for god knows what, but his hips never faltering.

“m’sorry—ngh—m’sorrrryyyy.. so so s-sorry.. please.. please… pleaseeeee”

you were ruined, you stopped counting how many times you’d came long ago, a mess between your legs as he held your head down into the pillow with one hand while the other held your hip in place. watching his cock slide in and out of you, obscenely loud sloshing and squelching noises bouncing off the wall right along with his whimpers as he reached another climax, abdomen tightening as he staggered his hips and came, painting your insides white with his hot seed for what had to be the millionth time.

you slumped forward, legs and body trembling from the way his cock worked your cunt out, only for him to flip you over into missionary, and get in between your legs, no fucking way, he was still hard.

“no more cho… can’t take it” you breathed out. he whined and leaned closer placing himself at your entrance “m’sorry, just one more.. please.. please.. need it.. need you.. pleaseeeee”

you rolled your eyes “fine one more.. then we’re done, you’ve got homework to finish” you huffed tiredly.

he stopped listening after he heard you say ‘fine’ and sunk right into to you, already crying and whimpering while he rocked his hips forward.

you were sort of amazed at how he could just keep going, how hard he stayed for you, it was kind of an ego boost and you smirked tiredly thinking to yourself ….

fucking loser.

[bunnyclawzz]

More loser!Mark because I looveee losers

“I need a boyfriend, Mark” you sighed out the words as you scribbled in your notebook. He’s been hearing these complaints for months now. Always when you were at his house finishing homework you would randomly bring it up, it nearly hurt with how badly he wanted to volunteer for the position.

“You should probably get one then” he mumbled as he looked down to his own papers. He hated this. Hated hearing how you wanted a relationship when he is right there!! He could treat you so good! But no, he just has to be soo scared of asking you out. “I mean,” he began as he looked beside him to you “how hard could it be? Look at you..y-you’re extroverted, I mean.”

“That’s not how it works, Mark! I need a connection with the guy!” you whined out as you shut your notebook. “Like in 27 Dresses! …Or 10 Things I Hate About You-Kate and Leopold!” All reference he only understood from agreeing to watch movies you picked at sleepovers. “..that’s all fiction…I think you should just wait till you find the right person, they’ll come to you” he knew it was an excuse. Always tried to put off her getting a relationship so he could build up the courage to ask her out. It’s pathetic, he, the hero Invincible, is too scared to ask his crush out.

It’s so pathetic! The way he stares at you with heart eyes as he walks you back to your house at the end of the night. A 20 second walk, sure, but what kind of friend would let you walk home by yourself! It’s for your safety, he swears! Always hugs you and wishes you a goodnight before letting you inside. It’s ritual, you don’t even think about it anymore, you just sort of automatically spin around to hug him now, surprisingly enough to him, you’ve never felt the hard-on he has most nights after dropping you off.

Everything about you just pulls him in deeper and deeper…you’re just so perfect. Always so bubbly and optimistic, helping him change his bandages and cleaning his wounds because of course you’re one of the very few who know about his identity. You make sure nobody picks on him, you’ve never once been bad to him behind his back. Just sweet enough to give anyone you talk to a cavity. So perfect, and he will get you one day, he’s determined to gain the confidence

..until then, he’s stuck sniffing and cuddling the pillowcase that your scent had latched to while whining to himself about how much he wishes it was you in he got to hold

[dollyfiles]

frat!rafe manipulating you into letting him eat you out for the first time

cw: rafe x fem!reader, established relationship, making out, touching, explicit language, manipulation, praise, fingering, oral (f. receiving)

rafe didn't believe in taking things slow. he wasn't built for patience, and every woman he'd ever been with knew it. hookups were fast, rough, and entirely on his terms. women weren't people to him; they were distractions, brief fixes. he used them, got what he needed, and never looked back.

but you were different. every time he thought he had you, his fingers inching closer to finally touch you, you faltered—nervous and uncertain—guiding his hands back to safer ground. why play hard to get? he thought. and tonight was no different—at least, it wasn't supposed to be. but rafe was done taking your shit.

you were sprawled on his bed, your thighs brushing his hips as he kissed you. you tasted sweet, your lips swollen from the way he'd been devouring you for the past hour. rafe’s hands roamed freely over you, slipping under your sundress to grip the soft flesh of your thighs. you trembled, gasping into his mouth when his fingers slid higher.

"God, you're so fucking soft," rafe groaned against your mouth, frustration bubbling. you were so responsive, so willing to let him kiss and touch you—just not in the way he craved. and his patience was wearing out. "rafe," you gasped, voice uncertain as your hands fluttered against his chest.

"what, baby?" he asked, a wicked smirk spreading across his face, his fingers trailing up your thigh, stopping just short of where he wanted to go. "you want me to stop?" you bit your lip, your nervousness being clear. but rafe wasn't about to back off—not when you were so close to giving in, he could feel it.

"you’re so fucking pretty like this," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "squirming under me, all nervous and shy. but I know you want it. you wouldn't let me touch you like this if you didn't." the weeks of waiting, of teasing himself by letting your warm body press against his without taking you, had driven him to the edge of madness. rafe needed to touch you and so he did.

your breath hitched as his hand slid between your legs, his fingers pressing against the damp fabric of your white lace panties. you weren’t sure if you were ready for this but his touch got you dizzy. "you’re already soaked," he smirked, his voice dark and teasing. "so don’t act like you don't want it, baby."

"rafe..." you whimpered, your cheeks burning as you tried to look away. he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Tell me you don't want it," he challenged, his fingers circling your puffy clit through the fabric. "say the word, and I'll stop. otherwise, i’m not letting you off easy tonight."

you didn't say a word. you couldn't. did you want this? maybe he was right. maybe you did want this, even if you were scared. and when your wide eyes met his, he knew he had you. your body betrayed you, hips arching into his touch even as your lips remained pressed shut. "yeah, that's what I thought," he said, his smirk widening.

he pushed the fabric aside, groaning at the sight of your cunt bare and glistening for him. "shit, look at you," he muttered, his fingers sliding through your slick folds. "so fucking wet for me. you’ve been holding out on me, haven't you?"

you whimpered, cheeks burning, and embarrassment mixing with a growing heat as his thick fingers slipped inside your hole, slow and deliberate. you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as he worked you, curling his fingers just enough to make you squirm.

"does that feel good, baby?" he asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?"

you nodded, lips parting as soft moans escaped your lips. it felt good. really fucking good. but there was still a nervous tension in your chest, a fear of giving him so much control over you.

rafe watched his thick digits disappear into your sopping wet hole, your pornographic moans just pushing him further. your cunt looked so pretty taking it all but as good as it felt to have you falling apart with his fingers burried deep inside of you, he wanted to feel you on his tongue more than ever.

he’d never been the type to eat pussy. it wasn't his thing—too messy, too intimate. but looking down at your puffy cunt, so soft and needy, he felt a pull he couldn't resist. he wanted to know what you tasted like, wanted to make you fall apart in a way no one else ever had.

he slowed his movements, pulling his fingers away despite your soft whimpers of protest. "relax," he said, his voice husky. "i’m not done with you yet." before you could respond, he moved down the bed, spreading your legs wider with his arms as he settled between them. "rafe," you said, your voice laced with nervousness. "I don’t kn-"

"Shut up," he cut you off, his eyes dark and hungry as he admired your wet cunt. he didn't wait for your permission this time. his mouth was on you before you could protest, his tongue dragging through your folds slowly, deliberately. you gasped, your back arching off the bed as your hands flew to his hair.

"shit," rafe muttered against your core, he had never tasted something so sweet, gripping your thighs to keep you still while his tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle. "you taste so fucking delicious, baby. i could do this all night."

your protests died on your lips as his tongue lapped at you, your whimpers soon turned to moans. you were addictive—better than he ever could've imagined. every sound you made, every little tremble of your body, fueled him. rafe groaned into you, feeling his cock growing harder with every shudder of your body.

"look at you," he said, pulling back just enough to speak, his voice rough and filthy while his lips and chin were drenched in your arousal. "fucking dripping for me. Your pretty pussy has been waiting for this huh?"

you couldn't answer—your voice was lost in the haze of pleasure he was giving you. but your body told him everything he needed to know. your thighs trembled, your hips bucked, feeling yourself getting close. your soft, broken cries of his name only driving rafe further.

rafe had never thought he'd enjoy this. hell, he'd only done it once before, and he'd hated it. but with you, it was different. you were different. he didn't just want to make you feel good—he wanted to ruin you for anyone else.

“ray, i’m gonna—“ you moaned but got cut off by your own release, your body shuddering while you came undone, crying out his name. rafe smirked against your skin, “that’s my girl.” but even as you tried to catch your breath, he didn't move away, lapping up every single drop of your release, your clit already swollen from overstimulation.

you wiggled, trying to push him away as you couldn’t take it anymore, the pressure too much for your fragile body. rafe just chuckled, "you think I'm done with you?" he asked, his voice dark and filled with promise. "not a fucking chance, baby. i told you—could do this all night."

and he meant every word. for the first time in his life, rafe wasn't just obsessed—he was completely, utterly addicted to your pussy. and he didn’t know if he could ever stop.

tags @rafesbangs @rafesheaven @pintrestgrl @littlelamy @vampteeths @vampteeths @kissyrafe @bambiangels @beausling @figthoughts @filthyrafe @starzify @whinyangel

[fckmebarnes]

˗ˏˋ ★ obedience ★ ˎˊ˗

lawyer!bucky x assistant!reader

+18 MEN + MINORS DNI — smut! public sex: please do NOT read if you’re uncomfortable. this one is a little twisted…you’re cock warming bucky during a meeting. rope play, multiple orgasms, you clean up a leather chair, oral (bucky receives) exhibitionism honestly. if i miss anything please let me know!

a/n: hope you enjoy! this was an older fic & i thought it fit perfectly for this. @maryevm this one’s for us

“sit. still.” bucky pinched the inside of your thigh as you sat in his lap, his cocked stuffed deep in you. you gulped, whining softly but nodded as he spoke loudly behind you, the tone of his voice leveling as he spoke to whoever was behind the doors. 

the way his fingers dug deeper into your thigh knew you had to behave. there was no point in arguing. 

“come in.” you cursed under your breath as three of bucky’s partners from other firms came in and all took a seat around the desk. they looked between each other with a worried look and back at bucky.

“is there an issue?” the authority tone in his voice made you pussy throb, and his cock twitched in response, a soft pinch on the inside of your thigh to your pussy throbbing.

the men shook their head and sat back as bucky sat back in his seat, meaning his hips positioned themselves upwards a little bit and deeper into your cunt.

they knew better to not question what you were doing here — they knew that you were an important asset to bucky, to the firm. you knew he needed you, this place would fall apart without you. 

you sorta wished you werent here, but you were so glad you were finally stuffed full of his cock.

you gave him such a hard time throughout the day just because you wanted attention, since he was working on getting documents together for a trial, he had barely asked you for anything. so you wore the shortest skirt you could find in the back of your closet, with one of his white dress t-shirts haphazardly tucked in and a few buttons undone.

you didn’t know you were going to have to cockwarm while he had a small meeting with his his business partners to discuss the trial.

there were people even on the conference phone call for crying out loud. it felt absolutely humiliating, but you would be lying if you said it ddidmt make you pussy drip.

“you are going to warm my cock with your pretty pussy until we are done. and then im going to tie your legs to the side of the chair and hands behind your back while i fuck you. got it?” you could only gulp with a nod as you sunk down on his cock, both of you moaning softly in unison as he stretched you out. but that was short lived as he told you to behave and sit still.

the pain of his cock just sitting in your tight cunt burned but you loved it deep down. you loved feeling his cock sit in your pussy as he filled you up, and you knew you could just cum like this.

his fingers trailed up your thigh towards your exposed clit under the table and pressed two fingers onto the bud, pressing small circles. he could feel your cunt drip down to his balls, creating a little spot on the leather chair, and he knew exactly waht he wanted to make you do afterwards.

you felt a moan bubble in your throat so you covered it with a cough which made your pussy clench his cock, and you felt a pull of your clit gently at the action.

you sat back against bucky’s chest and tried your best to not cum on his cock as he messed with your clit but the pressure was building in the pit of your stomach and before you knew it your pussy was clenching around him and you came.

you felt bucky’s chest rumble under your back.

fuck.

“shit, forgot i have an appointment. fella’s, can we settle this another time?” the men exchanged a knowing glance as they looked at you for a second before they stood and walked away quickly and closed the door behind them. the second they left. you felt bucky smack your clit harshly.

“did you just fucking cum?”

“n-no i-” you stammered, blushing darkly as bucky bunched your skirt at your hips and exposed his cock in your cunt.


“fucking liar. your cum is covering my cock. such a filthy little whore.” you moaned at the words and felt him push you off of him and leaned you over the desk and stripped the skirt off of you tossing it somewhere in the room. you yelped as you felt a harsh smack against your ass, pushing you forward on the mahogany table and your hips digging into the wood.

he stopped, reaching over and opening a drawer, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and quickly taking your arms behind your back and cuffing them to your wrist. he pulled you up by the elbow and pushed you into the chair he was just sitting in. he rolled his sleeves up, and shoved his pants and boxers down, reaching over and grabbing the rope he kept in the drawer.

“gonna teach you a fucking lesson.” you nodded your head and saw him smirk, pushing your legs up so the bottoms of your feet were on the chair and your legs were spread wide against the arm rests of the seat.

he wrapped the rope around your thigh and calf and then secured it to the sides of the chair, your glistening cunt on view just for him.

“you know, i was gonna eat this pretty pussy after they left, but now im just gonna stuff it full of my cum and not let you cum. since you already did.” he stroked his cock a few times before pushing the chair all the way up before he could finally sink his cock in you. he bottomed out immediately but you werent surprised, you were already stretched out from cockwarming him for 45 minutes that you knew he would slide in so easily.

“think you can just use my cock to get yourself off? in front of other men? fucking whore.” he groaned out loud as he thursted out of you and slammed back into you, your head hitting the back of the chair with each thrust and moans started to fill the room from the two of you. you so badly wanted to touch him, but with your hand being handcuffed behind your back, you couldn’t 

all you could do was let him fuck you in the chair. he clamped a hand over your mouth, shoving two of his fingers in your mouth to the point where you were gagging on his thick fingers and drool was falling down your chin and onto your shirt.

“god you suck my fingers so good. just like youre sucking cock.” he moaned under his breath as he quickened his pace, his other hand wrapping tightly around your throat.

you heard a knock on the door and a soft “james?” from the other side and your eyes widened.

“dont come in. what do you need?” bucky yelled out to the door and looked back at you, mouthing a soft “stay fucking quiet”. you could only nod as the man behind the door started asking a plethora of questions while bucky pounded into you, keeping his voice steady as can be.

his hips faltered slightly, and you felt his cock twitch in your pussy and you knew he was close. he took his fingers from your mouth and wrapped his other hand around your throat, pressing tightly. the conversation with the man ended in what felt like forever.

“fuck babygirl. you got wetter during that conversation. does that shit turn you on? knowing someone could easily walk in on us as im fucking you?” you could only nod, your jaw falling slack and moving with his thrusts, the knot in your tummy forming quickly, and you felt his thick cock twitch inside of you again.

“dont you dare fucking cum. i swear to god dont you cum.” he growled lowly, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he felt his balls clench and you felt his hot cum shooting inside your cunt, so much to the brim that it leaked out of your cunt and onto the leather chair. he cursed softly, watching as your wrecked body took his cum, took his whole cock. he fucked your body splitting you apart and putting you back together.

you thought he was done and was going to let you cum, until he pulled out and untied the rope, standing you up and then kneeling in front of the leather chair you were just fucked in.

“you know what to do, dont you baby?” you licked your lips as you nodded, licking the cum that spilled on the leather and moaned softly as you tasted your cum from earlier mixing together.

“fuck babygirl. that just got you your chance to cum later tonight.” he stood over you, watching as you looked over at him licking your lips from cleaning his cum from the chair. your shirt was drenched with spit, and there was a faint outline of his hands from grabbing at your throat. 

and fuck, you were still handcuffed looking up at him absolutely fucking wrecked. 

he couldn’t help himself as he grabbed a fistful of your hand and shoved your mouth on his cock. but you weren’t complaining. he knew what you were. 

“my cockdrunk little slut, huh?” you moaned as he spoke, the tip of his thick cock hitting the back of your throat and that moan send a vibration straight to his balls, the grip on your hair tightening and you couldn’t help but groan again. 

the sight of you on your knees, handcuffed and listening to you gag on his cock made his balls tighten, thrusting into your mouth as he emptied another load down your throat.

“such a good fucking girl.. swallowing all of my cum like the whore you are. fuck.” he panted heavily watching as you met his gaze under fucked out eyes, more spit covering your chin and dripping down to the floor as your spread your legs further. 

“get up.” he ordered and you did as said, his hand under your elbow helping you stand and guiding you to the leather couch that sat in front of windows. he pushed you on the couch, your chest coming into contact with the back of the couch. he smacked your ass, making you moan out in pleasure. he held onto your cuffed wrists as he pushed into you, your cheek leaning on the leather as he pounded into you. the moans that came from your lips were something else, you didn’t know that you could make those sounds but it fueled him to fucked you harder. 

he moved you to the length of the couch and pushed down on your back so it arched, and he swore he would’ve came to the noise you made as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. 

“hush baby. don’t want anyone to hear how good i’m fucking you. unless that’s what you want, huh? want the whole building to hear how you’re about to cream on my cock?” he grunted as he pushed in and out of you, his balls slapping against you and you felt the knot about to snap.

“i’m gonna cum bucky fuck- i’m coming-“ you moaned out, his hands tightening around your wrists as he fucked you through your intense orgasm, biting the couch to muffle your scream. 

“that’s it, my sweet girl sound so fucking hot.. look how well you take me. gonna make me cum again.” the only reason he could easily fuck you was not only from the cum that was slowly dripping down the inside of your thighs from not even two minutes ago, but also because you cum mixed with his, and it made it feel like absolute heaven around his cock.

he felt your pussy clench his cock and he let out a moan, hips faltering as he came inside of you and his hands went to grips your ass harshly, fucking his cum back into you to milk his high.

“so fucking good baby. you’re such a good fucking girl for me.”

[kisakunt]

ODE TO THE V CARD!

description... losing virginity! taking the v card! getting laid!

warnings… honestly not many. just sex pretty vanilla

word from the writer… the gets killed is mid idk it’s not my best work but i tried ok guys

KILLERS

“aw, look at you,” his hands knead at your breasts, head dipping down to press a coy kiss to the side of your lips. “so sensitive.” you shudder at the contact, whine passing from your lips when he rocks his hips against you. “gonna make you feel good, yeah baby?” he loves you like this, so confused and needy under him, pure and vulnerable and so okay with him ruining you. his thumb hooks along the curve of your waist, tracing the outline of your bare skin under him before resting on your clit, grin widening at the garble that leaves you.

“no one’s ever touched you here, yeah?” you think, by default, this makes you his. as if that would ever be a question to begin with. “no one’s ever made you feel like this?” his finger moves— not in the small circles you’ve heard about, but up and down, pressing just hard enough without alleviating the pressure. it’s dizzying, the way his callouses shift over your bud, his breath shallow but composed.

“you want more, doll?” you nod— scared, helpless, desperate. it’s a mess— hands reaching over for lube to make the experience easier for you (though you think, honestly, you might be wet enough as is), an anxious laugh bubbling at your lips while you pull your legs back in an almost birthing position. it’s real, intimate and deep between the two of you, authentic and honest and nothing like the porn you’d watch late at night thinking about him.

and when he finally does it— when he slowly inches himself in between your folds, rubbing your clit with the tip of his dick, teasing you, right before slowly breaking at your walls, it hurts.

he doesn’t bottom out immediately. even when he’s cruel, he’s nicer than that. he takes his time filling you up, before he develops a slow rhythm that makes you squirm.

“that okay?” it’s not as sweet as you’d intend it to be, selfishness laced inside the question. you nod pathetically, hair laid out under you and eyes hazy.

“good.” then, without a second thought, he’s really fucking you. and you can’t do anything but lay there, legs loosely around his waist, and take it.

MEGUMI, GOJO, TOJI, CHOSO

GETS FUCKING KILLED

he didn’t know what to expect. maybe some flare of passion; ripping clothes off, declaring love, crying even.

he didn’t think it’d be you; down on your knees, one hand at the base of his cock, your lips suctioned on the rest with your tongue swirling over the tip. he didn’t think he’d be breathy, moaning, desperate before even trying pussy.

you don’t let him cum. you do a good enough job, pulling back with a pop, and then you give him a little lopsided grin. you trace your fingers over him, swirling up the last of the precum.

“so,” you’re standing up now, leaning over him and licking your fingers. you make a show out of it, he can’t help but wonder how insanely experienced you are compared to him. “you wanna fuck me or what?”

he won’t be too eager. he knows he’s already about to make a big fool of himself, so he can’t make an ass of him too. he nods, diligently, thoughtfully, and wonders how you’ll take him.

he expects maybe for you to ride him, but you lay on your back and rest your hands under your thighs, ready to pull them up whenever.

“you gotta learn sometime. get to it!” he’s nervous. his hands rest right next to your hips, one of them raised trying to figure out exactly how to get inside. you laugh and he feels his world crumbling.

“here,” you grab his cock, lining the tip up with your hole, hand massaging it gently as you do. “there you go, baby. you got it.”

when he starts, it’s too sloppy. his hips stutter, they can’t find a proper rhythm, but then you tell him how. you boss him, telling him how fast to go, where to angle, how to hit. it’s more of a tutoring session than sex maybe, but then he does something that makes you gasp and he’s obsessed.

“yeah, yeah, harder. no— don’t speed up, i said harder.” he listens to your every word, and the sound of your wet, and the sound of his breaths, and he can tell he’s going to cum all to quick.

“fuck, sorry. fuck! sorry!” it couldn’t have been more than five minutes, honestly. but you bring your hand to his face and pull him down to you after he cums, kissing him soft and sweet.

“lot of potential there, mister.” you swipe your thumb under his eye and he squints. oh. he guesses there was crying involved.

SUKUNA, GETO, NANAMI, YUJI

[littlelamy]

hi baby!!! can i request a blurb? i was thinking rafe is needy (cause i love him so much) and he wants to try sexting with the reader but she doesn't get it until he points it out and he like drives over to her house? you can end it however you want but needy/frat rafe does something to me!! i love your work so much and everything you write. i am just...amazed by your talent!!🤍

lamy: hi my love!!! oh my godddd needy frat rafe??? PLEASE 🙏🏾 LOVE YOUU

you get the first text at 10:42 p.m.

rafe <3: whatcha doin?

not unusual, not out of the ordinary. just your boyfriend, checking in. you send back a picture of your laptop screen, an open tab with some barely-started assignment glowing in the dim light of your bedroom.

you: pretending to do homework. why?

he doesn’t respond for a full two minutes. you assume he got distracted, maybe by some beer pong rematch at the house.

rafe <3: mmm. bet you look good like that.

you squint at your screen, confused.

you: like what??

another pause.

rafe <3: in bed. all prettty.

you scoff, rolling onto your stomach. okay, weird. not weird weird, just…off. rafe wasn’t usually this cryptic.

you: u good?

it takes him almost no time to reply this time.

rafe <3: not really. need u.

your brow furrows. you sit up a little, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

you: rafe. what are you talking about

a read notification pops up instantly.

so you do. and then it hits you.

oh. your lips part a little as you stare at the words on your screen, at how blatantly obvious it is now that you’re actually paying attention. he’s not just checking in. he’s needy, probably hard, right now. right this second. and instead of saying anything normal, anything that would actually help the situation, you—like an idiot—send back:

you: wait. are you trying to sext me?

you watch the typing bubbles appear, disappear, then reappear again.

rafe <3: took u long enough, you idiot.

rafe <3: sexy idiot^

your face heats. you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, suddenly very aware of how easily he was getting worked up, how restless he probably was right now, how his free hand was probably gripping his thigh, or his phone, or—

jesus.

you: sorry baby 💗 i wasn’t getting it

he sends a voice memo. you press play, and his voice comes through low, thick with frustration.

"s’not funny. been thinking about you and that pretty pussy all night."

your stomach flips.

you: yeah? tell me more.

you don’t get a text back. instead, your phone buzzes in your hand with an incoming call.

“rafe—”

“get up,” his voice is so deep, so strained and maybe desperate.

“what?”

“get up. unlock your door.”

your pulse flutters. “are you—”

“already on my way.”

your breath catches. “you’re insane.”

he just lets out this low, rough laugh. “and you’re so lucky i love you.”

the line goes dead while you scramble out of bed.

your front door swings open like rafe had been gripping the handle before you even turned the lock. he steps inside fast, chest rising and falling like he ran the whole way here instead of driving. his hat is on backwards, his frat sweatshirt slightly wrinkled, his jaw set like he’s trying really hard not to just grab you.

“hi,” you breathe, barely getting the word out before he’s kissing you.

it’s not slow. it’s not sweet. it’s needy, just like his texts, just like the way he grips your waist and backs you into the nearest wall, like he’s been starved for this. his hands drag up your sides, warm and impatient, thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt, pushing—pulling.

"take this off," he mutters, already helping you out of it before you can say anything. the fabric barely hits the floor before he’s got his hands on you again, palms skimming up your bare skin, fingers spreading over your ribs like he needs to feel all of you at once.

you reach for his hoodie, tugging. “you too.”

he groans, stepping back just enough to yank it over his head. it messes up his hair, makes him look even more wrecked than before, his jaw clenched tight as he tosses it aside. then his hands are back on you, slipping down to the waistband of your panties, hooking his thumbs there.

he glances up, eyes dark. “these too?”

you nod, breath hitching as he tugs, sliding them down your hips, his fingers brushing hot over your thighs. they drop to the floor, leaving you bare and standing in front of him under the weight of his gaze.

his chest rises with a deep inhale. "shit, baby." his voice is hoarse, almost shaky.

you barely get the chance to tease him before he’s undoing his belt—before his jeans are hitting the floor—before he’s right there again, pressed against you; mouth on yours like he doesn’t even care about anything else.

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[ghostsprincess]

I can't stop thinking about how much you would miss Simon while he's gone....

This is a continuation of part one and part two.

warning: adult language

💀

You were dreading going to work. Your arms felt heavy as you applied your makeup with a pout on your lips. No matter how hard you worked at it, your eyeliner looked a little smudged and your lipgloss was dull.

Simon was leaving tonight. 

He'd never been inside your apartment. He'd never seen you in anything but your work clothes. He only interacted with you on nights when you had a shift at the pub. But you thought about him so much, it was like he had seeped into every aspect of your life. But he was leaving, and you knew he wouldn't give you any details. But it had to be for work. A new military assignment. All you knew for sure was the gnawing feeling in your gut that he would be risking his life.

Most of your shift has passed before he squeezed his shoulders through the doorway and found a stool at the bar. There was a smile plastered on your face all night, but it wasn't until you saw him that it was genuine. 

"Simon," you sighed, already reaching for a pint glass to keep your fingers busy when pure happiness bubbled up inside you.

"Hi, love."

Everytime he called you that, his soft eyes lingered on your face. You didn't know when anyone would look at you that way again. His drink was set down, and his money was pushed away. You wouldn't take it. He drank his pint slowly, glaring at any other man whose gaze lingered your way for more than the barest few seconds. Than you let him know it was time for your shift to end. 

Tonight both of you were silent. When you reached for his hand, he wrapped his fingers gently around yours. When you stood on your front step, shivering in the damp night air, he wrapped you up in his grasp.

"Ya' be good, love. Take care of yourself." His voice was so deep and warm, you shivered even more. "Tell Soap if ya' need something. He knows to take care of ya'."

There were so many questions brimming in your mind, but they were all silenced when his lips skimmed along your temple. You whimpered before Simon put a foot of space between your bodies, an intensity in his eyes you'd never seen before. Maybe he already knew what he meant to you by this point, but you couldn't say the words as tears stung your eyes.

"Please stay safe," you whispered, and he nodded toward your door.

"Get inside, love. I won't be gone long."

But he was.

At first, you smiled when Soap or Gaz showed up at the bar at the end of your shifts. They weren't anywhere near as imposing looking as Simon, but you knew your ex boyfriend wouldn't be lining up to mess with either of them. They seemed to rotate who walked you home. Conversation was easy with both of them, and they never touched you. When you asked them about Simon, they assured you he knew how to handle himself. 

But one week turned into two and then three. You were starting to worry. "Have you heard anything from Simon?" you asked Soap one particularly cold night.

"Nah. He'll be back when he gets back. Try not to worry too much."

You paused before you asked him, "What did he say when he asked you and Gaz to make sure I got home safely from work?"

Soap's face split into a grin in the glow from a streetlight. "Hey, now that's between friends, ain't it?"

You weren't exactly sure what he meant, but you could feel your brow pucker with concern. "You really think he's okay?"

Soap laughed heartily. "That feckin' arsehole ain't gonna to miss the chance to keep walking you home from work. Trust in that much."

You nodded and unlocked your door, bidding him a good night before closing and locking it as tears burned your eyes.

Next thing you knew, Simon had been gone for six weeks. It was hard to keep up the chitchat with Gaz and Soap when each time you saw them, it was a reminder of who was missing. What if he never returned? Who would even inform you if something happened to him? Were you supposed to fret like this and curl into a tight ball alone as you fell asleep for weeks longer?

You daydreamed about what it would feel like to kiss Simon. You imagined his warmth snug against you in bed, heavy arm wrapped around your body. You thought about his voice, rough but sweet, telling you that he felt the same way you did.

But two months was a long time to go without his meticulous attention. And while it made you ache to see him again, perhaps it was having the opposite effect on him. Maybe he hasn't thought about you much, if at all. He was probably busy working around the clock, dedicated to the task at hand. His mind wouldn't be on the silly bartender back home who could barely handle herself around him.

It was hard to smile at work tonight. It wasn't very busy now that winter had fully arrived. Everyone seemed to prefer to huddle up at home this late when the wind was blowing. You'd prefer to be there right now too, instead of pouring a double whiskey and a glass of wine. 

You were getting really close to the end of your shift, and there was still no sign of Soap or Gaz. Occasionally they arrived just in time to walk you home, but usually they got here early enough to plop down on a stool for a drink or two. You were longing for your bed, and the idea of having to hang out and wait for the escort you probably no longer needed felt daunting.

Your hands were tired from polishing the glassware, stacking it up below the bar top to help you pass the time. When the door opened, the brief rush of cold air made you shiver as you turned to greet the newcomer. But he was familiar in a way that made a smile break out on your face as a shot glass landed a little hard on the shelf when it slipped from your fingers.

"Hi, love."

He was back. He looked terrible. Bruised cheeks and a black eye decorated his face, but seeing him in person was still better than your best daydream. All you wanted to do was touch him.

"Simon!"You rushed through the opening in the bar, launching yourself into his arms. "I missed you." Without thinking, you ran your hands gently along his face. Without another word, you pressed your lips against his.

💀

[st4rfckerz]

joel just wants you to go to sleep.

Joel hadn’t planned on taking you with him when he fled the last city. Hell, he barely had a plan for himself, let alone anyone else. He’d meant to slip out quietly, same as always—no ties, no mess. But when it came down to it, and you were standing along the side of the road, looking half-lost and way too stubborn for your own good, he couldn’t just leave you there. As much as he told himself it wasn’t his problem, that you’d slow him down or get yourself killed, something about walking away didn’t sit right. So now here you were—stuck with him, and he was just as thrilled about it as you’d expect.

Night fell fast, and with it came the kind of quiet that made Joel uneasy. He found a run-down motel off the main road—vacant, dusty, and barely holding itself together, but it was shelter. The room only had one bed, a king-sized relic with sunken springs and stale sheets, but it was better than the floor. Joel didn’t say much, just dropped his pack by the door and lay down without complaint. You followed suit, careful to leave a respectful amount of space between you, not too close but not miles apart either. It wasn’t cozy; it was practical. Just two people trying to get through the night.

Everything was fine—silent, still, until the heat started pooling low in your stomach, spreading like wildfire through your limbs. It hit fast and hard, unsettling and unfamiliar, and suddenly the bed felt too warm, the air too thick. You shifted once, trying to get comfortable. Then again. And again. No matter how you moved, the restlessness only grew, a tight, buzzing energy under your skin that wouldn’t settle. You tried to be quiet about it, tried not to draw attention, but your body had other plans

Joel let out a low, tired sigh, the kind that said he’d been trying to ignore it for as long as he could. Then he turned toward you, voice rough and laced with irritation. “What’re you doin’?” he muttered.

You froze for a second, caught in the middle of another restless shift. “I don’t know,” you kept your voice low. “Can’t get comfortable I guess.” You stared up at the ceiling, hoping that was enough of an answer, hoping he wouldn’t press further—even though you could feel his eyes still on you in the dark.

“You guess?” he echoed, the words thick with skepticism. You didn’t say anything in response, the restlessness still bubbling inside you, but the words just didn’t feel right.

Joel let out another frustrated sigh, rubbing his face with one hand. “Just…go to sleep,” he muttered, clearly done with the whole thing. “You’re not gonna get any rest if you keep at it.” He turned away from you, pulling the blanket up higher, as if to shut down the conversation for good.

Time dragged on, the silence of the room only broken by the occasional creak of the motel’s old walls. But that annoying buzzing feeling didn’t leave. It was still there, pulsing beneath your skin, spreading relentlessly. You tried to ignore it, to force yourself to sleep, but the more you fought it, the worse it got.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you decided to take care of it. Unbeknownst to Joel, you began to slowly, cautiously slip a hand down the front of your pants, your heart starting to race as your fingers brushed against the growing heat between your legs. You bit your lip to stifle a soft gasp, not wanting to disturb Joel again.

It was all Joel’s fault. He had no idea, of course, but everything about him made it impossible to stay calm. The way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention, or the deep, gravelly tone of his voice when he spoke; it did things to you that you couldn’t shake.

Your breathing grew heavier and more labored as you began to work on your clit, your fingers working with increasing urgency between your legs. Then, out of nowhere, the lamp snapped on, flooding the room with harsh, orange light. Joel’s voice came out concerned, almost frantic.

“Hey, hey what’s the pro-”

But as he turned toward you, his gaze fell, and for a moment, his words caught in his throat. He froze, seeing your hand, hidden beneath your pants. A silence stretched between you two, thick and tense, as the realization hit him. Your heart skipped a beat, panic rising in your chest as you quickly yanked your hand out from under your underwear, eyes wide.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, face flushing hot with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean- it’s not-” The words tumbled out in a flurry, but they didn’t make much sense. All you could focus on was the sudden weight of the moment, the heat in your cheeks, and how you just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Joel blinked, clearly caught off guard, but then he let out a quiet breath and raised his hands slightly, palms out. “I-it’s okay,” he said, his voice low, steady, trying to calm you down. “You don’t gotta apologize.” He didn’t move closer, didn’t look away either, just kept his tone even. “Wasn’t tryin’ to scare you or nothin’. I just thought…somethin’ was wrong.”

You just stared at him, like a deer caught in headlights. You didn’t say anything, just looked at him like you were waiting for him to scold you, or worse, get up and leave.

Joel let out a long, tired sigh, dragging a hand down his face. He glanced over at you again, something unreadable in his expression. “Alright,” he muttered, voice low. “How ‘bout this—you let me help, and then maybe you’ll finally get some sleep, okay?”

You hesitated for a moment, heart pounding, eyes still locked on his. Then, slowly, you gave a small nod, unsure but willing, trusting him more than you trusted whatever was happening inside you.

Joel watched you for a second longer, then gave a short nod of his own. “Lie back.” His tone was steady—firm, but not unkind as he shifted slightly, waiting for you to move. Joel's calloused fingers grasped the waistband of your pants, his touch sending a shiver up your spine as he slowly, methodically peeled the fabric down your legs. He took his time, his eyes never leaving your face, watching as your breathing grew more ragged with each inch of skin he revealed. As the pants slid past your knees and pooled around your ankles, Joel paused, his gaze fell upon the prominent wet spot darkening the fabric of your underwear. Joel's eyes widened slightly. “Jesus Christ,” his voice a low, almost reverent whisper.

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly feeling tight as he drank in the sight before him. The lamp light cast a warm glow across your exposed skin, highlighting the way your chest rose and fell with each shaky breath you took. A low, almost inaudible groan rumbled in Joel's chest as he reached out with a tentative hand, his thumb brushing against the damp fabric covering your throbbing cunt. He could feel the heat radiating through the thin material, could sense the way your body shuddered slightly at his touch. Slowly, deliberately, Joel watched with hooded eyes as he worked the damp spot, his thumb gradually soaking through the fabric.

“S’that where you need me?” Joel asked, his voice just barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to echo in the charged silence of the room.

Joel's eyes darkened as your breathy “Yes” floated through his ears. With that, he tugged your panties to the side. The cool air of the room kissed your slick, heated skin, making you gasp. Joel's eyes locked onto your exposed cunt, taking in the glistening, swollen lips and the way your entrance subtly fluttered eagerly. He couldn't resist the urge to run a single finger through the slick, gathering the wetness that clung to your folds.

Unable to hold back any longer, Joel pressed a single thick finger into your pussy. He groaned at the way your walls clenched around the intrusion, drawing him in deeper. Slowly, he began to pump his finger in and out, eventually adding another.

“Joel…” you whined as Joel's fingers worked themselves inside you, your hips instinctively bucking up to try and find something more.

“Shh, I know, I know,” Joel rumbled, his deep voice sending vibrations through your body. His big hand rested heavily on your hip, this thumb gently stroking your skin. Joel's fingers pumped faster, plunging deeper into your soaked, clenching cunt.

Suddenly, Joel's fingers curled just right, brushing against a spot that made you arch off the bed with a sharp cry. Your inner muscles clamped down around him like a vice, fluttering wildly.

“S’that the spot? Yeah?” Joel presses you with a slick grin plastered across his face. Your breath came in short, sharp gasps, each exhale punctuated by a breathy moan that grew louder and more desperate with each passing second. “Yeah I know it is.”

With a final, keening cry of Joel's name, you came undone, your body convulsing as you cum all over his fingers.

As you floated down from the heights of your intense orgasm, Joel's hand gently brushed the sweat-dampened curls from your face. “There you go,” Joel murmured, his deep voice a low, soothing rumble. He brushed a stray tear from the corner of your eye with the pad of his thumb, the gesture surprisingly gentle.

“Now get some sleep.”

Your body felt lighter, your mind quiet for the first time that night. You didn’t say anything—didn’t need to. You just let your eyes slip closed as the calm finally took hold.

[oopsiedaisydeer]

walk to class

long distance relationship, voicemail, fluff, slight angst, love confession, matt is silly and in love

inspired by this song by malcolm todd!

word count - 400ish

[voicemail tone]

“Hey… it’s me. Again. You’re probably walking to class right now, huh?

I feel like I know your schedule better than mine at this point. Tuesday… psych lecture? Or is it that weird one where your professor doesn’t blink?”

laughs lightly

“Anyway. Just wanted to hear your voice. But I guess you’ll call me after… unless you forget. Which, you do. Sometimes. Not blaming you. Just… I kinda miss you today.

Chris drank three cans of soda back to back like it was a challenge. He burped so hard he swears a bubble came out. I saw it, dude. Like an actual soap bubble. I told him he was disgusting, but he looked so proud. Like, genuinely proud. I hate it here.

Nick’s being Nick. He caught me smiling at my phone and immediately said, ‘Tell her to stop making your teeth show like that.’ Like. Okay? Hater.”

chuckles

“He’s just jealous I get to love someone like you, sweetheart.”

“Are you still wearing my sweater? The navy one you stole… my mistake, borrowed. The one that smells like me, apparently. I dunno. It’s dumb. But I picture you in it a lot. Just the sweater and nothing else. I hope that’s not weird. You’re just... you’re so beautiful.”

sighs deeply

“I wonder what your hair looks like today. Or what earrings you’re wearing. If you’re wearing any. I just... I miss seeing you in all your tiny ways.

I keep thinking about the first night you stayed over and you wore your socks inside out and didn’t notice. I teased you and you threatened to block me. But like… you were still smiling.”

“I love you so much. You’ve got more of my own heart than I’ve got.”

“I really wanna hold you again. Not just facetime. I hope you know that. How much I mean it. How much I wish I could hold your face and tell you all this instead of leaving it in a voicemail.

When you don’t call me back, I guess I just get a little bit sad. Like I know you’re busy, you’re walking to class. But still. My brain’s dramatic.”

“I’ll stop rambling now. I just… needed to feel like I was talking to you.

Text me when you get to campus, okay? Even just a little heart emoji. Or a ‘shut up, Matt.’ That works too.”

“I love you. Miss you more.”

[beep]

[end of message]

dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more ꨄ

a/n: sdhbjfsbfj soo cute i hope u like!!

[shotmrmiller]

(secret lovers but simon will not be kept a secret.)

you hadn't liked him from the get go. amongst the regulars that frequent the place you work at serving drinks, had been him; a burly, massive figure that commanded attention even though his clothes were nondescript and blended into the shadows created by the sickly, flickering lights overhead. his broad shoulders were squared, imposing, the fabric of his faded jeans stretched taut over his knees, tapering down to his scuffed sneakers.

him appearing a menace isn't what made him stand out. it doesn't even make him special, to be honest. one too many rowdy oafs call this hole in the wall a haven, seeking solace at the bottom of a thick glass.

it's the very air around him. it's heavy, muted, as if absorbing sound and movement. that one time you had the displeasure of personally handing him an beer, it'd felt suffocating, pressed down on you, made it hard to breathe. the stillness had been almost palpable, the usual hum of the bar nought but a distant buzz, even the clank of the chilled glass on the table had seemed muffled.

you'd felt the drink slosh over the rim in your haste to get away, retreat, escape. he hadn't even glanced your way and you'd been overwhelmed.

fucking hell.

and that's not the worst of it. the way he looks at people is unsettling. his beady eyes glint with a manic, rabid hunger, fixated on any bare legs that come into his field of view, as if he sees nothing but prey. that turns the discomfort that pricks at your skin into disgust.

revolting bull of a man is a pervert to boot.

(sometimes he comes in with others, 3 much more approachable, charismatic men that pop that personal bubble of oppressive silence he brings with him with their boisterous laughter and lively chatter. they're good folk except for when they want to act like your eyes are on your chest.)

so it's a true shame you spent weeks snarking about how foul he is when he's one of the best lays you've ever had in your life. (and continues to be.)

it's all discreet, of course. you can't be caught having a thing with the man you'd cursed up, down and sideways because he wouldn't stop staring at the tits you let him come on that same week.

you wouldn't even know how to explain how all of this started. that'd he'd been a surprised you and strong armed a belligerent drunk off the property for you a while back? that he'd happened to be around when your car got a flat, pulled out a jack from the bed of his truck and told you to sit your 'pretty arse' inside while he changed it? or that after the nth night of him being the very last patron, you realized he'd only leave after you were done with restocking and ready to close up shop?

you kept it all of it on the down low. pretended you couldn't feel his eyes on you, boring holes into the side of your head while at work then garble out his name through the fingers you're drooling over after work.

and it stayed that way for a while. he never stayed longer than you let him (not like that meant anything, he barely let you out the bed to pick up the door dash before he sat you on the countertop and lapped at your sore cunt until you came.)

he rarely used his phone so there was no worry about sudden texts while you had friends around.

it seemed a fine thing at the time. but then he started sitting at the bar top instead of his usual corner haunt, occasionally calling you over with a curl of his fingers (the ones he had you lick clean last night.) he stopped being a total lech, keeping his eyes glued onto you and you only, being so blatant about it that your co-workers offered to walk you to your car later.

embarrassing. you'd meant to give him a talk about laying off the intensity of his stare but it slipped your mind when he slipped into you from behind while fisting your hair.

when your boss is the one that gives you the stranger danger talk, even though you have said strangers love bites mottling the junction of your shoulder, you decide that enough is enough. so after your shift, you ask to speak with him.

only to have him snort in your face.

"don't think so."

before you get to say anything else, he's sitting you on the hood of his truck, legs hooked over his shoulders, eye level with your bare pussy because he'd stuffed your knickers into his pocket before work.

the first glide of his tongue between your folds is deliberately slow, tip catching the bundle of nerves at the top. your palm stings from digging your nails into it.

the second sends a shiver licking up your spine, his hands dimpling the soft of your thighs to keep you from squirming.

"look at me."

your body reacts instinctively at the low, grating tone of his voice and you're peering down at him before your mind can even catch up.

he nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "best get used to 'avin' me 'round." this was no conversation.

the tips of his fingers grazing over your wet heat, gently prodding the entrance. when he sinks them in, scissoring, thrusting, you realize he's not going to let you come.

this isn't a reward. this is about to be your punishment.

slick glistens on his knuckles under the streetlight as he undoes the zipper of his jeans, the sound of the metal teeth deafening in your prickling ears.

simon puts his hand close to your mouth like he's done in the bedroom, and you spit on it, like you've done in the bedroom.

the searing (but oh so good) burn is both familiar and not when you take him to the root, a shuddering breath escaping your quivering lips at the sensation of him filling you until the seams feel like they're becoming undone.

he lowers his head to nose your sweat-slick temple, large hands flat by your sides. his breaths warm your throat as he speaks.

"i won't be your dirty little secret, pet."

a hand creeps up to the nape of your neck, claiming a fistful of hair. simon pulls a sibilant hiss from you when he tugs hard enough to ache.

ouch.

"can't shove me in a closet and pocket the key." he rolls his hips once, twice before widening his stance.

oh.

oh no.

"now be good and let me take what's mine."

there'd been no arguing with him before he fucked you in earnest, and certainly not after when he takes you home, spend dripping onto his seat on the way there, where he makes you ride him on the driveway, only letting you go inside once he felt he got his message across.

(message understood.)

the next morning you wake to sore thighs, a throbbing pussy, a dry mouth and a text from your boss.

i've got cameras outside the place, by the way. go home next time.

at least you didn't get fired 🥴

[moonstruckme]

hi mae! please can i request steve x reader where r sees steve being really good w the gang of kids (like max, dustin etc) and just being so in love and joking about having kids one day

i really love your writing and ik it says in your request rules that you don’t do rqs w/ reader or character w/ kids so u can take the last part out if u want :) thank u <333

you are so talented and your work is so comforting btw

Thank you sweetness!!

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 969 words

It was shaping up to be a slow, easy day. Grocery shopping, followed by a date with Steve, followed by an afternoon spent making out on your couch. Simple, satisfying. Routine, after a little over a month of dating Steve. That all went out the window when your doorbell rang and you broke Steve’s kiss to answer it.

There were six kids waiting outside. Too young to be missionaries, too many boys to be selling girl scout cookies. Loud and gesticulating and talking over each other and all asking for Steve.

You didn’t have to call for him. He came like their chaos drew him, appearing at your side with an exasperated look on his face.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?”

They all began talking over each other again. Somewhere in there, Steve introduced you, rattling off a bunch of names you’re trying very hard to keep straight, and eventually it becomes clear that they came looking for him because Dustin got gum stuck in his hair and they can’t agree on how to get it out.

“Just cut it out,” Max insists, with the long-suffering air of someone who’s repeated themselves more than once. “It’s the only way.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” Mike throws up his hands.

“I can’t cut it out, it’s right by my scalp!” Dustin practically squeaks. Tilting your head, you can see that there is, indeed, some white gummy residue sticking to the edge of his baseball cap and the hair above his ear. “Do you know how long it took me to grow it out this much? Do you have any idea?”

Max throws Steve a droll look, arms crossed. “You made him vain.”

“Hey, we’ll see how you like it if you get gum stuck in your hair,” Steve says back. He asks Dustin, “Did you try peanut butter?”

The kids go quiet.

“You didn’t even try peanut butter?” Steve sounds appalled. He sighs, tenting his fingers over his brow like an overwrought parent. You fight a smile. “That’s the first thing you try! Look, you go find a jar of peanut butter—creamy peanut butter, not that nutty shit—"

“Hey!”

“I don’t care what peanut butter your mom uses, Henderson—use the creamy kind, and it’ll come right out. Okay? It’s the oldest trick in the book.”

“I have peanut butter,” you say.

Everyone turns to look at you. The kids like they’ve forgotten you were there, Steve like he’s trying to convey a warning with his eyes.

“You can use mine,” you go on anyway.

They all look at Steve as if for permission. After a second, he sighs. “Okay, yeah, come on.” He waves them inside.

It’s sort of funny watching Steve interact with this band of teenagers. Sort of sweet, too. He’s all sighs and eye rolls, fondness hidden under the veneer of annoyance, but he’s not rough as he works the peanut butter into Dustin’s hair. As he does it, he gets the story for how the gum wound up there in the first place.

“I was seriously just trying to chew my gum—“ Lucas starts.

“No—no, you were blowing bubbles with it, which is distracting when someone’s trying to read—”

“Do comics really take all of your concentration, Dustin?” Max asks sardonically. “Do they really?”

“Fine, I was blowing bubbles, and Dustin wouldn’t shut up about how he wanted me to stop—”

“You wouldn’t shut up with the bubbles!” Dustin counters.

“So I started blowing them by his ear, and when one popped it got stuck.”

Steve’s face wrinkles. “Ew. What the hell, Sinclair?”

“It was funny!”

“It was funny,” Max agrees.

Quietly, as though to himself, Will mutters, “It was stupid.”

They go on like this, bickering and forging alliances and then breaking them, until the gum is out and Steve shoos them all out the door.

He shuts it with a weary exhale. Checks to be sure it’s locked before coming to join you on the couch again, setting his hand on your hip like you’re just going to carry on as you were before the doorbell rang. You’re smiling like the cat that got the cream.

“Sorry about that,” he says, leaning towards you.

You lean back. “How many children are you friends with?”

Steve sighs. “You’re actually not the first person to ask me that,” he mumbles. “It’s not like we’re friends friends. I’m more like their babysitter.”

“They look, like, fourteen.”

“Most of them are actually fifteen.” He runs a hand through his hair, cringing. “I don’t know. We hang out, I guess. Not in a creepy way. They ask me for advice and stuff.”

“About getting gum out of their hair.”

“Sometimes, yeah.” He eyes you. “You think it’s weird.”

You shake your head, biting your lip to control your grin. “I think it’s sweet.”

Steve looks hopeful. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

He smiles, too, as he leans down again, settling his weight over you. You recline against a throw pillow, finally letting him pick up where he left off.

“I swear it’s not, like, a move I do or anything,” he says as he kisses your shoulder. “I didn’t know they were coming.”

“I believe you,” you reply.

His mouth moves up the line of your throat, your knees tipping outward to allow him to slot in between.

“It’s interesting that they knew to find you here, though.”

Steve hesitates. “I…may have mentioned you,” he admits, somewhere between sheepish and flirting as he kisses the corner of your lips. “That bother you?”

You smile, letting yourself be kissed. “No, that’s alright.”

“It’s okay that I let them in here?”

“I’m the one who invited them in.”

“I know, but. Still.”

“Your kids can come over whenever you want, Steve.”

He groans, landing a firm kiss on your lips. “Shut up.”

[bessa-ta]

Bubbles and You

bf!Viktor (arcane) x reader

Summary - You decide to help Viktor relax from his stressful work at the lab with a warm bath, which leads to you two becoming intimate :)

Genre - smut, fluff, intimate, shower sex

Warnings - mdni!, unprotected sex, cockwarming. I have no idea if i should add anything else. Let me know if so.

Attention: Bessa's first post! + I'm not really fluent in english, if there are typos and mistakes just close your eyes ❤️

Midnight. Another day in which you patiently wait for your Viktor to come back home from the lab. But tonight you had something in mind - a way to spend some relaxing time together when he arrives.

It's been like that for the past 2-ish weeks where Viktor comes home really late at night, and it would be a lie if you said that you weren't pissed off by now with this routine. Spending your nights alone until late in the shared bed of your shared little cozy house, missing the presence of your loved one, isn't something that you or anyone else would wish for but sadly it's what you are put to deal with.

For the short time Viktor returns back home to have a meal, take a quick shower, and finally get some sleep for a few hours, you can see the stress he is put into. You knew he had a hard time with the new device he is working on, so you could never be mad at him. You are not this type of person, you respect his hard work and ambitions even if the lack of attention to you hurt you.

Today you had something in mind though - helping him relax with a warm bath together.

Time - 12:41AM. Viktor is finally on the front door, removing his shoes. You go running to him, giving him a tight hug and a peck on the lips.

"You are finally here." you say with a smile. He smiles back at you as he closes and locks the door behind him.

The night passed as usual until Viktor made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. You followed him there, starting to undress with him. He paused for a bit, processing your actions.

"Y/n what are you.. doing, my love?" he asked with confusion since you two have never showered nor bathed together. Why were you undressing together with him in the bathroom was a big mystery he couldn't solve right now, woah.

"Will take a bath, with you." a simple reply you striked him with, which made him look at you with wide open eyes. It's not like you haven't seen each other naked before. Oh, you did (even did the freaky, not once). But having such an intimate moment together as bathing? Haven't done it.

"Stop staring.. undress finally." you say as you were fully undressed now, but Viktor stayed as if he was frozen in time.

"Is there something wrong? You don't want to?"

"N-no, no, no, I'm undressing! Done!" and for a second he got completely naked too.

Man's heart beats fast like a rabit's. He got so excited but also shocked about the idea of bathing with you that at this point, he just waited for your commands of what to do.

You filled the bathtub with warm water, added the bubbles, and together stepped inside, you helping him. He hates bathtubs, and he never bathes because of his leg. He would difficultly step in and out of one, but with you beside him to help, it was alright.

You two sat comfortably there. Your back pressed against his chest, warm water with bubbles touching your bodies in the dark bathroom where you put a few candles to make the atmosphere more romantic. Your hand was drawing circles on Viktor's (good leg) thigh and he rested his head on your shoulder.

"I really enjoy this. Thank you..." he said quietly and leaned to leave a kiss on your shoulder. One, two, three more, and he went up kissing your neck, slowly and softly.

"You work really hard... I want to help you relax." you said and turned around to face him.

"You do it everyday already." His eyes sparkled from the light of the candles. He looked at you with a sotf smile on his face. "After all the hours in the lab, coming home to you always gives me peace. Sleeping in your arms makes me think about nothing but feel your warmth and care. I love this." he took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, giving it a kiss. "I love you." he looked into your eyes again and pulled you into his lap.

You rested your hands on his shoulders while his rested on your waist, holding you there and kissed you softly. You kissed back, leaning in more into the kiss that your chest pressed against his now. The kiss grew hungrier, leaving you and Viktor breathless. He pulled away just to move down to your neck, leaving wet kisses and bites, marking you as his. You moaned and grabbed his hair, pulling it not to harshly. This made him suck on your neck harder, forming red to purple marks everywhere around it, down to your collarbones.

One of his hands reached up to grab your breast. He squeezed and played with it as his other hand still held you by the waist. Since you were sitting in his lap, you could feel his bare hardness against you. You felt so hot and worked up already that all you wanted was to take him in.

You raised yourself slightly on your knees, which surrounded him, and grabbed his shaft so you could position it on your entrance.

"Wait babe, a condom?" he stopped kising your chest to mention the miss of protection you needed to continue.

"Not this time." you were needy and couldn't wait any longer, he waited in front of your entrance damn it.

"Are you sur-" he couldn't finish his question because you were already positioning yourself down on him slowly, taking his length just perfectly. He moaned and rolled his eyes back to the sensation, grabbing your waist with both his hands and hips slightly bucking up to feel more you. Oh, you felt so heavenly, all wet and warm, just for him. He got dizzy, and he could see stars.

You started to move up and down, your hands still on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you felt him deep inside you. Viktor being a whimpering mess beneath you, moving his hips up because he wanted to cum so bad after not doing so for days.

You continued riding him but increasing your spreed by a little. The water in the bathtub moving restlessly with your rhythm.

Viktor could feel his climax approach, making him try to rut up into you desperately. You can feel your own approach too, so you didn't stop nor slow down your moves. Thankfully, the water surrounding you helped you not feel as tired as you would feel by now.

Viktor buried his face into your neck as his orgasm was about to hit. "Close.. so close, don't stop." he murmured breathlessly but a few seconds later now he was milking your insides. Hot seed filling you up, which triggers your orgasm too, and you two come together in sync.

You still feel him twitch inside you, and you lean to give him another sweet, tired kiss. "So good..." you whisper in between and pull away to rest your head on his shoulder.

Viktor hugged you tightly as you were still there with him buried inside you, kissing the top of your head. "That was so good, love, I agree." he smiled and closed his eyes. The water in the tub calming its movement too. You two could really relax now in each others embrace.

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[kismetlotts]

cw: public sex, fear of being walked in on, against a cabinet, colleague Simon Riley, unprotected raw sex, cum in panties, use of the name "Dove", quick sex, Simon yearns for the reader, mentions of alcohol, rough sex? roughly written

Your work “mate” Simon Riley who you just so happen to bump into during some prestigious work event. The warm lighting shone down on the regal furniture and rustic décor, illuminating Simon making him look like some sort of Prince. It was doltish of you to refer to him as a mate- knowing fully well that the connection between the both of you was anything but friendly. Subtle glances from afar, an unholy amount of eye contact and words fabricated with hidden meanings.

You knew there was something between the two of you- something unspoken that left a pang of desire straight at your clit as he approached you and ushered you into a different room. Shutting the door almost as quickly as he entered it.

The champagne glass on top of the cabinet swashed and spilt onto the wooden surface as he pushed you down roughly. Tugging your pretty little panties down onto your thighs before hiking your dress up and burying himself inside your hole. So wet, so tight and so welcoming.

He was a mad man- desperate and longing to feel you in ways he had craved. Months of watching from afar, forcing his hand back when you walked by, everything inside him screaming to touch your soft body of silk. Your perfume colliding with your natural, erotic scent temping and torturing him every time you got too close. You’d crawled into his skin somehow, dug your nails in dirty and you weren’t leaving him anytime soon.

The cabinet rocked and rattled against the wall with every horny thrust, it was a shame that the two of you didn’t have enough time to fuck properly. Missing out on all the breathy kisses, needing touches, marking- tasting. There wasn’t enough time to satisfy you the way he wished he could- muffling your mouth with his large hand to shelter your whines and moans. Feeling your saliva coat his thick, scared fingers before fucking into you harsher- with more lust. You were only two or three rooms away from the rest of your colleagues and you had to be quiet; two or three rooms away from both of you losing your job and getting in big trouble.

Simon gritted his teeth, jaw clenching as he held onto your hips. His tall, dominant and muscular figure hovering above you as he moved closer. Inching in drastically and despite not being able to see him properly- his shadow against the wall showed how locked you were beneath him. His cock throbbing inside you- hitting all spots that made you spew dirty words and thick arousal. His head swirling and chest fired with heat- raw, genuine passion and emotion that hadn't surfaced in him since his teenage years.

Fuck- he definitely forgot how good sex could be.

You felt him pulse deep inside again, the hold he had on you hardening and his hips bucking with ecstasy: going so fucking hard you wondered if it was even possible for him to pull out. Your own orgasm bubbling and simmering deep down in your stomach, threatening to release at any moment as your eyes fluttered shut. Cunt clenching around him as his thumb slapped to your clit in realisation, rubbing you fast and soft.

“Tha’s it, dove. A little more, for me.” Simon whispered in your ear- his tone gruff and husky but cracked with pleasure. Nailing into you softer and deeper while your body rolled numb- shaking and trembling as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Knees trembling and struggling to hold your own weight anymore, nails scratching deep into the cabinet leaving crescent shaped marks into the wood. Rippling, drooling as you drunk up the pleasure.

His dick left you quick before painting your cotton panties white with his thick semen, finishing almost at the same time as you. Croaking out some sort of laugh at the mess he was making but you were too fucked out to comprehend anything. Panting heavily as he stayed rubbing your waist for a while after, his own breath hot on your neck and he pecked the side of your cheek with a sweet kiss. You wanted to stay there with him forever, wanted him to kiss and treasure you like that until your last day alive- it was amazing; He was amazing.

Your breathing calmed and you let out a sigh, mouth opening to say something to fill the silence but a yell from afar interrupted it instead.

Someone calling for him- probably Johnny or Price needing him for something or wanting to catch up with him before the night was up. Reluctantly he let go of you and headed for the door steadily, leaving now before they could walk in catch the two of you entwined in that moment. Looking back at you one last time, seeing you shiver and tug down your dress as he shut the door and followed the voice to his team sat huddled together, beers in their hand and tapping a seat beside them for him to join.

A good portion of time passed and without seeing your beautiful figure still prancing around the place- Simon had just assumed you had left. Gone home to change and wash away your sins after your dirty shenanigans together. He wasn't paying much attention to anything, mind replaying the last thirty minutes back to him and when he heard your sweet voice he didn't even clock it at first, thinking it was just your voice playing in his head. But then you laughed and it brought him back to reality.

His darling brown eyes flicking over simultaneously: locking onto the curves and sculpture of your familiar body. Soaking up every part of you- mind so concentrated on you, if you asked he could sketch your body from memory. The way you reacted to him, the way you melted together.

He shook himself off and looking away- if anyone were to catch him staring at you like that- for that long- he needed to contain himself. But one thought just wouldn't leave his mind; wouldn't allow him to settle and avert his gaze like he usually would. Stealing one final glance over at you as he sipped on his beer. Tasting the harsh alcohol as he swallowed it down his throat.

Where you stood there, socialising with the colleagues you see everyday, innocent little smile on your lips as his warm cum soaked against your perfect pussy? Or where you stood there, posed bare and exposed beneath your dress. The now empty beer glass hit the table as he rose from his seat with a grunt, wiping his lips dry with the back of his hand.

He wasn’t certain on what you’d done with your panties but he knew he was about to find out.

[woninggg]

requests open?

if so, could i please request dom scoups punishing you for being a brat?

Push and punish—崔胜澈 (NSFW MDNI!!!)

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You had been testing Seungcheol’s patience all day.

You don’t know when you started pushing his buttons on purpose—maybe it was the way his jaw clenched every time you rolled your eyes at him, or how his voice dropped an octave whenever you challenged him. Either way, you were having fun testing the limits of his patience.

Seungcheol had been patient. Too patient.

At first, he let things slide. He’d give you a look, maybe shake his head with a sigh, but he didn’t call you out on it. That only encouraged you to push further. A little more attitude, a little more backtalk. You wanted a reaction, and if he wasn’t going to give it to you easily, then you’d have to work for it.

And oh, did you work for it.

The final straw came when the two of you were settling in for the night. Seungcheol had been sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, and he casually patted the space beside him. “Come here.”

You had rolled your eyes and pretended not to hear. That was your mistake.

His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, exhaling slowly like he’s counting to ten in his head. “I’ve been nice all day,” he murmurs.

That alone should’ve been your warning. But instead, you let out a little scoff, stretching your legs across the couch. “And?”

Seungcheol’s jaw twitches. His fingers tighten around his phone before he sets it down“You must really want to be put in your place tonight"

You barely have time to process the shift before he moves. One second, you’re lounging smugly on the couch, and the next, you’re being yanked forward by your wrist, pulled right into his lap. A gasp escapes you, but he’s already got you caged, one thick thigh between your legs, one arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

“What—”

“Shh” he hushes you, tilting his head like he’s studying you. “You wanted my attention so bad, baby. Now you have it.”

A slow drag of his hands up your sides, fingertips pressing just hard enough to make you shiver. His thigh shifts beneath you, pressing against the heat between your legs, and you jolt, a small gasp slipping out.

Seungcheol smirks. “What’s wrong? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Your stomach twists at the low, taunting edge in his voice. You want to snap back, but the words tangle in your throat when he grips your chin between his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Go on, then,” he murmurs, guiding your hips with firm hands. “Show me how much you wanted this.”

You whimper, heat pooling low in your belly as he makes you grind against him. The friction is maddening, not nearly enough to satisfy but enough to make your thighs tremble.

He lets you chase your own pleasure for a moment—just long enough to get you desperate, before his hands still on your hips, stopping your movements entirely.

You whine, frustration bubbling up. “Cheol—”

“You don’t get to act like a brat all day and expect me to reward you. You’re gonna take what I give you. And you’re gonna thank me for it.”

His grip tightens, his thigh pressing up just enough to make you keen.“Go on, baby. Be nice and say thank you.”

His grip on your chin tightens as he leans in, lips barely brushing yours. “Say it,” he orders, but your pride keeps you silent for half a second too long. Another mistake.

Seungcheol clicks his tongue, shaking his head like he’s disappointed. “Still being a brat? Fine.”

Before you can react, you’re flipped onto your back, the rough fabric of the couch scraping against your heated skin. A sharp gasp rips from your throat as his palm presses into the small of your back, keeping you pinned.

A sudden, stinging slap lands on your ass, making you jolt. Heat floods your body, a startled moan slipping past your lips before you can stop it.

Seungcheol hums in satisfaction, his fingers kneading the flesh before delivering another slap—harder this time, making you arch against the cushion “Already so sensitive? And I’ve barely even touched you.”

You whimper, your thighs pressing together, desperate for friction. But he notices. Of course he does.

“Don’t be greedy,” he warns, grabbing your hips firmly “I decide when you get to feel good.”

His hands trail down, thumbs teasing along the waistband of your shorts before yanking them down in one swift motion. You shiver as the cool air hits your skin, knowing damn well what’s coming.

A single finger runs through your folds, barely touching, just enough to make you tremble. “Dripping already?” His laugh is mocking. “So much attitude for someone this needy.”

You whimper again, trying to move your hips for more, but his hand comes down on your ass once more. “Be still.”

You bite your lip, hands gripping the couch cushion beneath you as his fingers finally press against your clit, moving in slow, lazy circles that have you panting. It’s good—too good, but just as you start to roll your hips into it, he pulls away completely.

You whine, frustration building, but he only chuckles in response. “Oh, you don’t like that?” His fingers slide lower, teasing at your entrance but never pushing in. “That’s too bad, baby. ‘Cause I’m not stopping until you’re crying for it.”

And then, he makes good on his promise.

Over and over, he brings you to the edge, only to rip it away at the last second. His fingers, his mouth, his words—all to keep you teetering on that breaking point.

Tears prick at your eyes, your body shaking as you whimper out, “Please, Cheol—please, I can’t—”

He tilts his head. “Can’t what? Take it? But I thought you wanted my attention.”

A fresh wave of heat floods your body, humiliation mixing with the unbearable need.

Your voice is wrecked when you finally break. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, I was being stupid, I just—please, I need you.”

Seungcheol sighs, like you’ve finally given him what he wanted. His fingers slip back between your legs, but this time, there’s no teasing. Just the overwhelming, relentless pleasure of him fucking you open with his fingers, stretching you until your nails claw at the cushions.

“That’s more like it,” he praises, voice thick with satisfaction. “Now, let’s see just how many times I can make you scream for me.”

Your body is still trembling from the orgasm, your breath coming in short, broken gasps as you try to recover—but Seungcheol doesn’t give you that luxury. His fingers drag up your thigh, slow and deliberate, teasing you even when you’re already ruined.

"Thought you were done?" he asks teasinly, his voice thick with amusement. "That's cute."

You barely have the strength to lift your head, but then you feel it—the heavy press of his cock against your entrance, hot and throbbing. Your breath catches, your exhausted body instinctively trying to shift away, but his hands are already gripping your hips, holding you still.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, “Don’t act shy now. You were so eager to piss me off earlier—so desperate for my attention. So here. Take all of it.”

And then he pushes in.

The stretch is immediate, burning, overwhelming—and yet it’s exactly what you need. You sob his name, your nails digging into his forearms as he buries himself to the hilt, forcing you to take every inch of him at once.

Seungcheol groans, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. "Fuck, baby—you're so tight."

You whimper, your walls fluttering helplessly around him, still too sensitive from the way he ruined you with his fingers. He doesn’t give you time to adjust. He just pulls back and slams in again, dragging another cry from your throat.

"Cheol—too much—" you gasp, but your words are useless.

"Too bad," he growls, his pace brutal. "You wanted to act like a brat? Then take your punishment."

His thrusts are deep, his grip on your hips tight enough to leave bruises. Every drag of his cock against your walls sends another jolt of pleasure through you.

Tears spill down your cheeks again, your body reduced to nothing but the way Seungcheol is using you, fucking you open like you were made for him.

And he's enjoying every second of it.

"Crying already?" he coos, his fingers swiping at the tears staining your face. "You can take more, baby. I know you can."

You shake your head, the words 'I can’t' forming on your tongue—but before you can say them, he shifts.

His hands slip beneath your thighs, lifting them and folding you in half. And then—fuck.

He fucks into you deeper, harder, the new angle forcing you to take him even further.

"That's it," Seungcheol groans, watching your face twist with every brutal snap of his hips. "Look at you—so fucked out, so pretty when you cry for me."

You sob, your hands clutching at him, nails raking down his back as you beg—whether it’s for mercy or for more, you don’t even know anymore.

Seungcheol just smirks, his thumb finding your swollen, overstimulated clit. “One more, baby. Give me one more.”

You shake your head, your voice barely a whisper, but the pressure is too much.

The orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing around him as he fucks you through it.

“Good girl,” he praises, his strokes relentless. “So good for me. Just like that.”

You can feel his own climax building, his grip on your hips tightening, his thrusts growing erratic. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers his dirty praises, his other hand tangling in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your throat.

"Mine," he says, his voice low and possessive. "You're all mine."

The words send a thrill through your overstimulated body, your pussy clenching around his cock in response.

Seungcheol's eyes darken at your reaction, his pace picking up as he fucks you harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Ah—Cheol—” you whimper, his name a desperate plea on your lips.

Seungcheol’s hips stutter, his breath ragged, his entire body tensing before he finally stills. For a moment, there’s just the sound of his heavy breathing, your own whimpers, and the wet smack of your flesh against his.

He let out a feral groan as he slams into you one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside you. The warmth of his release fills you, mixing with your own juices as he marks his territory—his cum painting the walls of your cunt.

He pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. Your legs fall to the side, boneless and weak, your pussy still pulsing around the emptiness

You barely register the way he gathers you into his arms, his lips pressing soft kisses against your temple as he strokes your back, grounding you. The shift in his demeanor is almost jarring—going from ruthless to gentle in the span of a second.

his rough grip turning into gentle caresses, his ragged breaths evening out as he presses soft kisses against your tear-streaked cheeks. "You did so well, baby," he murmurs softly.

His hands soothe over your trembling thighs, massaging the soreness away as he whispers quiet praises, grounding you with his touch.

“You okay sweetheart?"

Seungcheol’s voice is gentle now, a stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier commands. You nod, your throat too tight to speak. You can feel his cum trickling out of you, a sticky mess between your thighs.

The room is quiet, except for the sound of his breathing—deep and satisfiedand, your own ragged breaths.

He helps you sit up, his arms circling around you, and you lean into him, feeling the warmth of his chest. You’re a mess, but he doesn’t seem to care. He kisses the top of your head, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, turning your face up to look at him.

You sniffle, trying to compose yourself, but the way he was holding you—his thumbs stroking your cheeks, his eyes searching yours—it made the tears fall faster. "I'm sorrrrrryyyy," you manage to choke out between sobs.

Seungcheol's face twists in panic for a brief second before it smooths into something softer. He wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, his eyes searching yours carefully.

" Baby, what are you sorry for, you did nothing wrong my angel"

"I don't deserve you," you murmur, your eyes filling with fresh tears as you look up at him. "I've been so—"

"No, no don't say that! if anything I'm the one that should be sorry for pushing you too hard,"

"Cheoooollliiiee" You whine, your hands weakly pushing against his chest.

He lets out a giggle, kissing you again, a gentle press of his lips. His arms tighten around you, crushing you to his chest as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

[cherrychilli]

18+ Steve Harrington X F! reader, friends to lovers, flashing (f) WC: 762 Summary: Steve's amazed by the number of things you can fit in your bra when you refuse to lug around a bag with you.

In the last two hours you'd pulled out a wad of fives to pay for the snacks you'd both picked up at the gas station, then a lighter as the two of you sat out on the hood of Steve's car, overlooking Lovers Lake while you had a smoke and last, a pack of minty gum for you to chew and smack on when you got back in the car.

What fascinated Steve was that none of these items had been stored inside a bag like one might expect, all of them pulled out of your bra like it was an entirely normal thing to do. Unable to ignore it any longer and more than a little flustered, he finally breaks his silence on the matter.

"Okay, I have to know. What else do you have in there?", Steve carefully gestures vaguely in the direction of your breasts, looking all kinds of exasperated. You return his look with an amused smirk.

"I'll give you two guesses", you puff your chest out, the answer so obvious it makes him roll his eyes.

"Not them- uh, those. I mean, c'mon. Doesn't it ever get, I don't know...uncomfortable having to wedge it all in there?", he asks trying and failing to choose his words carefully while his eyes flicked back and forth between your face and your cleavage.

You see your chance and pounce at it, especially since he'd set you up for it so perfectly.

"I don't mind a tight fit, Steve", you chew on your gum with a wink, torturing the poor boy as you leisurely blow a bubble big enough to pop.

"You- you know what I uh, what I meant", he tells you while trying his damndest to appear composed, his voice giving him away when it cracks enough to make you snicker.

He does have a point though, you could admit that much as you cut the jokes and decide to answer with a simple shrug. "I don't know. It's something I just got used to. There's enough space for everything I need. And besides, I hate having to carry a bag around. those things make my shoulders sore as all hell", you explain honestly although you can tell that Steve's nowhere near ready to move on from the subject just yet.

"Tell you what. Since you're so interested, how about a game? loser has to do whatever the winner says if you can guess how many other items I've got in here.

"Seriously?", he checks, eyes all round and alert.

"Yup", you confirm.

Knowing of three items already, he thinks hard. Much harder than he ever has before, his eyes fixed on your breasts, trying to ascertain what else might be hiding under your clothing, even working up a light sweat near his temple which makes you giggle.

Steve's making it out to be some sort of life or death deal and honestly, you liked how seriously he was taking this, showing you how much and how badly he wants to get a peek under your sweater.

"C'mon Harrington. Don't wanna be out here all day you know", you chide after another minute ticks by.

"Okay...five?"

Reaching inside, out comes the lighter, the gum and the money again, his eyes still hopeful when you fish out your apartment key followed by a tube of lip balm only for his face to crumble when you finally pull out a spare hair tie.

So close. He'd been so damn close as a really pitiful look of defeat spills over his face.

"Okay, so what to you want from me?", he groans, ever the sore loser.

You might have won but you don't feel any thrill in having done so. If you were being completely honest, you weren't exactly mad at the thought of Steve winning. In fact, you'd quietly hoped for him to do so just to see what he might have asked of you.

Well, you've got a pretty good guess as to what it might be.

Boobies, of course.

You didn't have to. You really didn't have to but the sight of him like this makes you feel oddly compelled to reward him anyway. Anything to wipe that dour look on his face.

Reaching round, you watch Steve's perplexed face with glee as you unclasp your bra and pull it out through your sleeve so seamlessly, winking at him before picking up the hem of your shirt and lifting it up to let him see your breasts bounce free and bare.

"Your undivided attention", you grin at his cherry red face, knowing full well this wouldn't be the last time you let him see them.