#king of fighters movie

[viceandmature]

The bad KOF Movie predicts who appears in the amazing KOF XV game

[cherrycolaride]

this was fucking hot

I've watched 'double trouble' recently and this fighting scene... pheeeww... the way he took off his jacket made me feel something

[im-tired-404]

Me after I’m not able to talk about my interests:

[tekkenenjoyerblue]

Wolfgang Krauser since no one seems to want to draw him 😔 this was a fun challenge to me because I have some beef with how his armor looks normally (THE CHAFING HE WOULD GET FROM WEARING NOTHING UNDER THE CHEST PLATE UHHHGH)

[nemospecific]

[goji-pilled]

people need to stop acting like shin godzilla is the strongest just because he has the POTENTIAL to adapt to an enemy, not when bro is literally NOT built for fighting

[redfurrycat]

Here is a thought:

The MIG-28 Pilot from Top Gun, the one Goose took a picture of, IS THE SAME DUDE as the SU-57 Pilot from Top Gun: Maverick.

[Let's call them Bob. Well this Bob Dude is a bit like Maverick and got to keep flying fighter jets even today...

Bob has never forgotten when in 86, some pilot gave him the finger and his RIO took a picture of them.

Many years later, in a brand new fighter jet, the best there is according to Bob, he's been given a GOOD hunt&chase by a GODAMMNED F-14 THAT ISN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO FLY!

Let's just say Bob is really pissed off when he's bested by a bag of ass...and forced to eject.

AND HAS MANY THINGS TO SAY TO HIS SUPERIORS.]

{Now imagine Bob somehow learns the birdie guy and f-14 dude is the one and only Pete Maverick Mitchell...

I don't know it makes me go giggling hysterically to think about Bob being all "THE NERVE OF THIS PILOT. DISHONOUR ON YOUR COW. DISHONOUR ON YOUR FAMILY."}

[seikotakai]

tbh i don't know which fighting game live action movie adaptation i hate more

the tekken live action movie for making everyone OOC, calling the Mishima Zaibatsu "Tekken Corporation" because the writers are lazy as fuck, and how they massacred my boy Kazuya.

or the kof live action movie for pretty much everything, but especially they way they did chizuru kagura dirty and making iori x mai a thing when iori loves kyo.

[chibelial]

What do I have to do to get Shiro Sagisu to come back to Ultraman and compose a theme for Belial. He is essentially the Ultraman universe’s version of The Devil, he should have one of the most badass themes the series can muster for its parallel to the Christian fallen Angel of music dont ya think? Even more so when you look at Sagisu’s work, on stuff like Evangelion and Bleach. The man is a master of giving you a feel of biblical level events happening. One of the songs he has done for Ultraman is even called Original Sin, which somehow ISNT the theme for the Ultra who was exiled due to pride and greed who returned as a malformed demonic beast of a man hellbent on destroying the Land of Light. Mr Sagisu please give our boy an awesome track he needs it.

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1057: Memorable Date Movie Night (King of Fighters)

9:05 p.m. at the Yabuki's Residence...............

'Door Open'

Shingo: And here we are: our new home!

Leona: (Looks Around the Inside of the Apartment as Shingo Politely Let Her Walk in) It looks nice and cozy.

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly as He Closes the Door Behind Him) Thanks. It's not as too familiar as our old home, but I'm still liking it so far.

Leona: Do you ever missed being in Japan?

Shingo: Sometimes. I miss seeing mom, Saisyuu Sensei, and Mrs. Kusanagi-san a lot, but at the same time, I'm.....kinda starting feel more home here in Southtown as of late. Mostly cause I have Rock, K', Kula, Ms. Mary, Chizuru-Senpai, Athena, Hinako, Malin, and....(Smiles Softly at Leona) you here with me.

Leona: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) We're happy to have you here with us too, Shingo-Kun. (Gives Shingo a Loving Hug)

Shingo: (Heart Starts to Flutter as He Happily Hugs Leona Back For a Couple of Seconds Before Letting Go and Clappibg his Hands Together) Okay! What kind of movie you wanna watch first?

Leona: (Eyes Widened a Bit) You want me to pick first? Are you sure?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Yeah, you're my house guest. (Holds his Finger in a Proper Manner) Tsubaki says that I should always treat anyone I welcomed I'm this house with politeness and respect. Especially if it's that guest in particular, is a pretty gir- (Immediately Blushes Once He Realizes What He's Saying) FRIEND! Friend! I-I mean, pretty friend- J-JUST FRIEND! Not to say that you're not pretty or anything, you are very, very pretty- B-B-But that's besides the point!!

Leona: (Starts to Blush as Well Before Bringing her Ponytail in Front of Her Face to Hide In) T-Thanks. You're too kind.....(Finally Let's Go of her Ponytail) B-But if you insist, I was thinking we could watch that Powerpuff Girks Movie together.

Shingo: Oh really? I didn't know you like the series.

Leona: I didn't at first. But Kula convinced me to watch a marathon of it one time and I've became a fan ever since. Also, i advise you to stay clear from the reboot.

Shingo: ('Sigh') A bit too late on that one, Leona-san...Naomi and I watched an episode of it a year or two ago and hated it ever since.

Leona: Which episode did you two watched?

Shingo: The one with the panda.....(Shivers at the Painfully Memory)

Leona: You poor thing.

Shingo: Yeah....But anyways, you want anything to snack before we get this movie night started?

Leona: I'm still full from the restaurant we ate together earlier. But I wouldn't mind having a bottle of water.

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly) Bottle of water it is! (Makes his Way towards the Kitchen) In the meantime, make yourself feel at home and relax.

Leona: (Simply Nodded) Okay.

Leona walks over to the sofa in front of her and sits down. As she waits for Shingo to bring her beverage, she notices two picture frames standing on top of coffee table in front of her. One was a family portrait of him, his sisters and an older woman behind them, whom she assumes that their mother, and the other was a group picture of he taken with Kyo, Saisyuu, Chizuru, and the rest of members of Team Japan. There are many differences between two photos side by side, but the one similarity they both seem to have is that it shows off the fighting protégé's bright, optimistic smile, the same that brightens up everyone's day, even hers. They were so infectionate that it causes Leona to form one of her own, a fond one if you will.

It didn't take too long for the Ikari Warrior in question to decide to let her hair down. She was told to make herself feel at home, so it wouldn't kill her too much to unwind a little every once and a while, despite that being something she needs to work on, given it's a critique her peers gave her.

Shingo: (Walks Back into the Living Room With Two Bottles of Water in his Face) I'm back with the wa- (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Sight of Leona and Her Long Hair) -ter......

Leona: (Smiles Softly) Welcome back. (Notices Shingo is Staring at her) Is...everything okay?

Shingo: ............

Leona: Shingo-Kun?.......Shingo!

Shingo: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality) Oh! Yeah, uh.....Sorry about that. I just....Never expected to see you with your hair down up until now. You look so pretty- GREAT! Great. You look pretty great I mean! Again, not to say you're not pretty or anything, which you are, by the way, very much so- I....(Sighs in Defeat as He Hands Leona her Drink) Here's your water......

Leona: (Receives her Bottle of Water While Looking Away, Blushing) T-Thank you. For the water....and the compliment....(Slowly Turns Back to Shingo) Are you ready to watch our first movie together?

Shingo: (Quickly Nodded) Yeah, totally.

Shingo makes his way to the sofa and sits down next to Leona before turning on the TV with regular sized remote and then turning on the FireStick with the mini remote control next. As he searches through the movie he's looking for, a million thoughts begins to run circles in his head, all of which involves having feelings for a certain military combatant right next to o him.

On one hand he wonders a scenario would be like if him and Leona would ever start dating, how affectionate either of them would become as time passes, which to him, at least, would be nice. They've gotten along so well since they've first met, so having them.be a couple wouldn't be too much of a hassle (hopefully). But all good, wishful thinking must come to a stretching halt Shingo now starts to think about the worst case scenario: where Leona would decline his offer and starts seeing him as a distraction, a nuisance even. Which to him is....kind of understandable. He does have the tendency to annoy people on some occasions, even to his closest peers. So it wouldn't be too surprising if she starts getting sick of him someday, which he really hopes that never comes to tuition, but only time can only tell on that one.

But in the end, the option Shingo ultimately choose is the middle ground: confess his ongoing feelings to her now and embrace any form outcome heading his viewpoint, good or bad. This the new year, a new beginning for everyone, and he refuse to let something as trivia as mushy feelings get in the way of resolution: to become a stronger, more confident person everyone and himself can rely on.

Sp as he finds the words Powerpuff Girls Movie on the screen, he puts the mini remote back down on the table, takes a deep breaths, and mentally gives himself a word of encouragement before-

Leona: Shingo-Kun?

Shingo: (Comes Back to Reality and Turning to Leona) Hm?

Leona: There's......(Starts Rubbing her Arm Nervously) Something I've been meaning to tell you all day....(Turns her Head to Shingo) If you don't mind hearing me out.

Shingo: N-Not at all! (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) I wanted to tell you something too, but you can go first....

Leona: If you insist. (Takes a Very Deep Breath) Okay. It's been a long time coming, but....I....I-I......(Starts Closing her Eyes While Blurting Out....) I-I think I have a romantic feelings for you! A really, REALLY huge one!!

Shingo: Oh, that's great- (Eyes Finally Starts to Widened) Wait, WHAAAAAAAAT!? B-B-But when!? How!?

Leona: The night of December, when I....kissed you under the Mistletoe (Without Consennnnnt!.....) I didn't want to think much of it at the time, but overtime, I started to look back on our bond and all the times we've spent together. And granted, I'm well aware that romance takes a lot of effort and communication....(Closes her Eyes Again) But I still wanna give it chance! I wanna give YOU a chance because YOU Shingo Yabuki worth so much more than you think you do! ('Sigh') But still, I completely understand if you don't feel that-

'Sniff'

Leona: (Turhs Back to See Shingo's Sparkling,Teary Eyes) Shingo-Kun?

Shingo: Leona....('Sniff') I feel same...('Sniff') (Closes his Eyes as He Blurts Out) I HAVE A REALLY HUGE ROMANTIC FEELINGS ABOUT YOU TOOOOO!~

Leona: Wait. (Eyes Starts to Widened as Her Bkush Turns Bright Red, Equivalent to That of a Tomato) Y-Y-You do!?~ W-When? How!?

Shingo: (Starts Wiping his Eyes) Last year, when we went to the coffee shop together after our workout session. When I....(Blushes Again) said that you're amazing and any guy would be lucky to date you....Also, I may have slipped and called you the two words I never I would ever say put together in a sentence.

Leona: Full Package?

Shingo: Yeah, that. I thought about it a lot since then and it didn't really help that the kiss you gave me under the Mistletoe that night basically ignited my feelings for you even more than I let on. Which I liked a lot by the way! Just wish I'd reacted less embarrassing is all...B-But anyways, yeah. I thought about all of that and you along with it. How....things would turn out if we start dating and whatnot. But I've also figured that there might be a chance that you wouldn't feel the same and that you would....also probably think of me a nuisance after a while-

Leona: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) What? Shingo, why would you think I would ever think that way about you?

Shingo: I dunno! It's just the thought that occurred to me at the time! It's nerve wrecking!!

Leona: ('Sigh') I agree. I can't tell you how many time I've been stressed out over these scenarios. (Gently Grabs Both of Shingo's Hands) But even then, I would never think anything terribly about you. I adore you too much to do something like that.

Shingo: You....really mean that?

Leona: (Simply Nodded) I do. Your sweet, upbeat, and especially goofy attitude always manages to put a smile on my face whenever we had the chance to spend time together. And it's thanks to all of that and more it inspired me to be express myself a lot more than I have been, let loose from all the stress and usual seriousness I've displayed on duty.

Shingo: (Genuine Surprised by Leona's Words) Wow. I....never thought I would make that much impact on you.

Leona: (Giggles Softly) Well, it's the truth, isn't it? You're not the only one who've made an impact in my life thus far, mind you, but I will never take your contribution for granted.

Shingo: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Thanks, Leona-san. I'll never your contribution for granted either.

Leona: (Eyebrow Raised a Bit in Confusion) What contribution exactly?

Shingo: For taking the time to train with me to be a better fighter. (Starts Twiddling his Fingers Together Bashfully) As well as for spending time with me....and being my friend....

Leona: (Giggles Some More) You're very welcome, Shingo-Kun~ (Suddenly Begins to Frown at the Recent Thought) But.....Can I.....ask you another question?

Shingo: What's up?

Leona: Are you....aware of Orochi? And his influence?

Shingo: (Simply Nodded) Yeah. Sensei and Chizuru-Senpai already filled me on everything. About the Hakkeshu, their history, and.....the Riot of the Blood. (Gently Squeezes Both of Leona's Hands and Gives her Determined Look on his Face) And before you say anything else, let me tell you right here and now that you having that cursed won't ever stop me from loving you!

Leona: I-I know, but.....what if I suddenly start losing control again? What if I end up hurting you in the process?

Shingo: (Smiles Reassuringly) Then I'll just have to do everything I can to calm you back down to your sense. Besides, I almost got killed by Iori once, it won't be that much of a big deal- Why did I say that out loud?

Leona: (Eyes Widened in Horror) You WHAT!? Iori used the Riot of the Blood on you!? How!? When!?

Shingo: ('Sighs in Defeat') A few years ago after the 11th KOF tournament ended....(Eyes Widened a Bit of the Memory) On that bridge.... (Suddenly Felt Leona's Hands Shivers with His Before Going Back to Reassurance Mode) B-But I promise to tell you all about it one of these days. Right now, I want you to know from the bottom of my heart that you are NOT a monster nor are you ever Orochi's slave. You are Leona Heidern, the strongest solider I've ever have the pleasure of meeting, whom I and everyone of your peers love very much and that will never change.

Leona felt tears falling down from her eyes as she let's go of one of Shingo's hands to use her own to wipe them away with a small, hopeful smile creeping up on her face.

Leona: ('Sniff') You really are too kind for this world, Shingo-Kun....

Shingo: (Smiles Softly) You too. You deserve to be happy.

Leona's heart begins to flutter as she stares into Shingo's eyes and the care and sincerity it displays with it. It was comforting to see and hear that her love ones cared deeply about her and her well-beings. Even more so that one of them is the boy she's falling in love with. His words fueled something within her. A determined, strong fuel that could never be put out no matter who or what tries to do otherwise.

She'll figure it all of out some other time. As of right now however, Leona has something else in mind get over it.

Leona: Shingo?

Shingo: Hm?

Leona: Sorry, but....Can I....do something right quick?

Shingo: Uh sure. What is it you wanna do?

Leona: (Gently Places her Hand Onto Shingo's Cheeks) This.

Leona leans her head forward and gives Shingo a soft, loving kiss on the lips, sealing the deal of it's entirety. Much to the boy's very apparent surprise.

Shingo: (Blushes Yet Again) Woah.....

Leona: You....like?

Shingo: Yeah.....I like it a lot. So....I guess that means we're uh....

Leona: A couple now. I don't know about you, but....(Smiles Bashfully at Shingo) I would like that to happen. Though, I'm....still new to the whole....romance thing, so....please try to bear with me.

Shingo: (Smiles Softly) Only if you could do the same for me. But...uhhhh...can we....you know? Kiss again? Just for the hell of it?

Leona: (Giggles Softly) Of course~

The newly founded couple leans closer to one another for a second kiss until.....

'BA DA DADADA DA DAAAAAA!'

Shingo/Leona: (Gets Startled by the Jingle Before Turning Towards the TV to see That the Movie a has Started Playing)

Shingo: Huh. (Chuckles a Bit) I guess the FireStick gotten tired of us waiting for so long, huh?

Leona: (Giggles Softly) Yeah. But I think we've wasted enough time as it is. B-But uhh...one more thing and that's it for tonight, but.....Do you....maybe wanna....cuddle together?

Shingo: (Smiles Brightly) Would i!?~ But before we do that....(Grabs a Folded Blanket from the Arm of the Sofa) We gotta get comfy first. (Uses the Blanket to Cover Both Himself and Leona) Like this.

Leona: Hm. Well, what do you know? (Scoots Over to Shingo and Hugs Him) I feel nice and comfy already~

Shingo: (Happily Hugs Leona Back) Told ya. It's relaxing, you know?

Leona: Agreed.

TV Screen: The City of Townsville

Shingo: Leona

Leona: Hm?

Shingo: I know I've already told you this earlier today, but I really mean it when I say that I love you. And I'm willing to tell you that everyday if you want me to.

Leona: You really don't have to do that. (Smiles Softly as She Snuggles Onto to Shingo's Embrace) But I'll always be happy to hear you tell me that regardless. Because I love you too. Always.

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[viceandmature]

Barbie / The King of Fighters

[academyawardwinners]

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[magicmalcolm]

You know, for the many times I've watched Street Fighter: The Movie the thought of it actually having a soundtrack never really registered in my brain.

Like, I'm not able to comprehend there being music in this movie because I'm too busy marvelling over everything else going on.

[wroteclassicaly]

For The Record

(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: You have a surprise for your best-friend Steve.

Word count: 1,647

Warnings: Language, NSFW, creampie, vaginal sex, slight choking, slight breeding kink if you squint, and fluff.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

A/N: Just a filthy little thing that I’ve been nurturing for a few days. No point to it, just showing Stevie some love! Haven’t written anything this lengthy in a while, but I hope y’all enjoy? ;P 💕❤️🥰♥️

Steve. Steve-fucking-Harrington. The heart of your group with a head of hair (that you’d washed, brushed, picked monster guts out of, and pulled, one too many times), a comforting smile that reminded you of Summer’s fading sunsets that give way to fall colors. All copper, rust, orange, mossy caramels swirling together, deep browns that look like cinnamon (smells like the gum he chews, or the breath spray he carries in his back pocket), sometimes even red in how his cheeks tinge on cold days, the way he makes your body warm. To his protective - fighter mode, like a crafted out of the finest marble guardian-angelic-god.

You’d worship at his temple. All day. Every single day.

His mouth has been in as many places as his hands. He knows every scar, just as much as he’s aware of spots, in which kissing you will cause goosebumps to electrify, sparking themselves known across your skin, or where his fingers will cause that high pitched whine to come from between your lips. You can’t really fathom that it’s been happening, especially for how long. There’s been no talk of labels, what anything means, it’s just been two friends crossing a line and fucking one another on it. You don’t know what you would’ve done, had it not been for Steve-the-hair-Harrington, King Steve, your extra heartbeat, your best-friend, your everything.

And that’s what led you to your current predicament, your planned leap of faith. Wrapped in a maroon colored mini gift bag, you had placed the packet. Steve arrived not long after, movies and pizza balanced in his massive hands, keys dangling from the middle finger of his left hand, a cheesy grin pressing into that beautiful mouth. “Hey, honey,” he had said. “Really missed you today, you know that?”

You’d taken in his appearance of dark Levi’s and a black belt, his signature Nike’s, and a low dipped white v-neck that he’d thrown a plain blue button over, leaving it open, his gold chain visible, nestled in that patch of chest hair. Salivating more at him than the food, it took you a second to help him inside.

You ate in avid chatter, watched one of the lamest, but most comforting horror films Steve could find on the shelves (that no one rented but he knew you’d appreciate), whilst being tucked beneath his bicep, warmed at his side. That’s when you’d retrieved the gift off your coffee table, his palm rubbing circles across your spine, kneading tension until you returned to your position. You handed him the bag and his bushy brows had pinched together, an adorable confusion clear. “For me? What did I do?”

“Just open it, Harrington. Before my nerves make me take it back.”

He cradled the parcel protectively, a pout forming as his watch strapped wrist dips inside. “No way, no how. Nope, not now.”

“Steve…” you laughed lightly, suddenly swallowing as he pulled the packet out, trying to make sense of the name.

“Contraceptive? I don’t… Isn’t this birth control?” He shook the packet before planting it in his massive palm.

You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, choking you like a vice, preventing you from answering in a full sentence.

“Yeah.”

“So, it’s yours? Why did you wrap it up and give it to me?”

“There’s a few missing already, Steve. I just wanted to get used to them before… Before I told you.”

“Told me, what?” He still looked puzzled, seeking out where you’d opened the package and taken a few tablets.

“That I just wanna use these from now on. Nothing else. If you, if that’s okay with you...?” You had felt the sharp claws of the butterflies, threatening to demolish your remaining courage. But this was Steve, you needed to remember that.

It took him a few moments, but then his pupils expanded within the enriching mossy flecks of his irises, at a rapid pace. His tongue licked at the five o’clock shadow above his upper lip. His voice, you’ll never forget how it sounded. Honey-hot and hoarse, raspy with bitten want, raw fucking desire. You’d clenched your thighs together, tongue eager to lick him… every-fucking-where — the burn of it felt on the muscle’s tip.

“Isn’t that something you do with a boyfriend, though? Not casual sex with a good friend, one of your best-friends?”

And you nod, vision swimming with shapes. Had you messed up? Fuck it. “It is.” Is what you’d responded with, taking the packet from him and tossing it with the bag back onto the table. The movie was rolling credits in the background and you were watching Steve’s dotted jugular as he swallowed, showcasing those tendons, all the way up to that stubble bitten jawline, dotted with freckles and moles.

“And who is your boyfriend, honey?” He had to hear you say it. If it’s what he thought it was, or you’d simply break his heart and move on to this guy. Could he really believe in a good thing again?

You leapt off that faithful precipice, years and feelings following, eyes locking, gaze unrelenting. “I was hoping it would be you.”

He was obviously choked up, orbs alight with mirth and excitement, among other things. “Funny that you mention that, because I’ve been hoping for the exact same thing.”And he’d fallen into your arms, seizing you with a kiss, noses nudging, tongues eager and messy. Clothes couldn’t come off fast enough.

The king sized condom lays unopened on your plush blush rug. Having fallen out of Steve’s wallet, that had also tumbled from his jean pocket in haste. Everything was out of control in the best possible way. You could’ve sworn you died a few minutes prior and came back as immortal — able to see through particles that floated on the air, hear cars, horns, music from houses all across town, smell the leaves that clung to the trees, damp with rain water and Autumn air. Your eyes roll back, perspiration damp behind the backs of your knees, where he’s got his current pinching grip, the fat of your thighs pressed into your tits, squishing them.

You realize in the moment, that you truly loathe condoms. Because this? Feeling that wet pre-cum smear down his shaft and around your opening as he pushed himself into you without a barrier for the first time, it was an indescribable experience. Each ridge, every vein, so hot, soft, and fucking, soaking wet. You aren’t sure where he ends and you begin. It hurts like hell, aches in the deepest parts of you, a place you know that he could easily put a child if you slipped up on your only remaining protection.

That thought makes you tighten around him, cream spilling out and further slicking back the curls gathered at his base. He drops your thighs, sweat-slick pelvis smashing into yours, stimulating your swollen clit. His chest hair scrapes against your pebbled nipples, making you arch your back and your toes curl, legs locking around his lower waist. He whines, palm coming up to grasp at your breast, calloused thumb strumming around your areola. “God, honey, your fucking nipples were made for my mouth to suck on.”

And he’s descending, his lips closing over one, tongue flicking and stimulating. You cry out, hand fisting into his honey streaked, chestnut locks. His shoulders work and bend, the dips and freckles and moles visible, glittering with the salt of sweat, his gold chain swaying out from his hairy chest and back again when he stops, nose bumping yours, hot breath on your mouth. “This pussy was made for my cock.”

And holy hell, his vocalizing focus doesn’t cease. “Who took your virginity, honey?” You both know it wasn’t him. But you are well aware what he’s getting at, and as he gives a harsh snap, those full and fat balls smacking your slick ass, you lose further coherency. “That’s right,” he’s speaking again. “They don’t matter, but I do.”

You weren’t aware that you could make the noises that you are. Only able to speak once Steve’s tugging himself and pulling out, stringing from your cunt to his shaft, a squelch echoing. You both groan, emptiness already jumpstarted. You plead for him. “Please, Stevie, need you! Put it back in —“

“Say it, say you’re just a hole for me to fill. That you’re only mine, baby.”

“I… Fuck! Stevie, all my holes are only yours, I’m only yours!”

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, before his jaw drops open and he whimpers. His hand leaves your breast and slides across your sternum, your collarbone, and settles at your neck. You nod to encourage, and those defined digits wrap around your throat.

“Tell me you love these big hands, sweetheart. Because they’re for you. They belong to you!”

“Want them all over me, Steve. All the time. Can’t get enough of you.”

He’s holding firm to his cock, stroking and teasing. You lick your lips as you stare at it, drooling. Reaching down, you tap his wrist (his arm, all muscles and tendons, thick and available to trace with your tongue), as he presses the thick red head into your clit, smearing the combination of you two all around. You mewl in appreciation, legs stretching so far apart that your muscles protest. He’s speaking next, panting out, “Like that? Hey, look at me. He grabs your chin, thumb tugging down your bottom lip. “Like. That?”

Your lip releases with a plop.

“Yes, yes! Don’t stop, Steve, never wanna not feel you again, baby boy!”

“That’s a good girl, that’s my girl.” He circles your sore opening and slips back inside with a loud, wet ease. You bite back the burning pain, welcoming the damp tears of pleasure along your lashes.

Your manicured nails cling to his back, his chest gliding along yours, heartbeat to hammering heartbeat. It’s frantic whispers and begging cries. And when he’s close to coming, you find his cheek with one hand, holding. “For the record, you’ve never been casual to me, Steve Harrington.”

// Eat me paragraph //