#mmm booby

[sombritas-des]

Bladed Tonfas

[skyf0ckz]

Need more Dutch fics…

[dumbpsique]

DATING NAGI SEISHIRO: a test of patience.

| RED 𖦹ׂ: NSFW

𖦹ׂ does everything you ask. He's not the type of dude to plan a date, but he follows exactly what you suggest he do.

𖦹ׂ baby, you will use matching icons with him, whether you want to or not, NO CHOICES!

𖦹ׂ sending you meaningless tiktoks just because "lol"

𖦹ׂ you're talking for half an hour about something crucial, and when you ask "u get it?" He looks up from his phone and moans "mmm what?"

𖦹ׂ twirls his fingers through his hair when he feels bored in public.

𖦹ׂ you play together and he calls you stupid if you don't know how to do everything.

𖦹ׂ He holds you on his lap while he plays, which sometimes causes you to wake up with a start after he lets out a series of curses when he loses a match.

𖦹ׂ He looks at you with the biggest bored face in the world while you argue with him.

𖦹ׂ Sometimes he's not exactly awake, but not exactly asleep, and everything you ask is answered with "unnnhumm" "uhmm" "ahnn?"

𖦹ׂ post photos of you playing the sims 4 on his super pc gamer.

𖦹ׂ You sometimes cook, but generally you end up ordering food, laaaaaazy.

𖦹ׂ you also talk to choki, just yes.

𖦹ׂ Lazy kisses, warm hands under your shirt, throwing his weight above you.

𖦹ׂ naps on the weekends, you almost fall out of bed, he turns you on your side and holds your waist, you roll on top of him, he complains about the heat, you move away, he holds you like the biggest spoon.

𖦹ׂ conversations about what the two of you would be like within the universe of the game you just played or the manga you just read.

𖦹ׂ He says a low, slurred sentence and then you mutter an "ahnn?" Confused, he makes a fart sound with his mouth and laughs.

𖦹ׂ Either you make friends with Reo or you're fucked. they are literally "this is my boyfriend, and this is my boyfriend's boyfriend" sorry👎🏻

𖦹ׂ You consider yourself a pacifist, but you don't want to see him starting trouble because someone crossed the line with you.

𖦹ׂ you share headphones, playlists, streaming platforms and social media passwords.

𖦹ׂ long afternoons where you're lying in bed scrolling through your cell phone, talking and occasionally making out.

𖦹ׂ hugs from behind all the time, seriously.

𖦹ׂ sometimes without reason, he carefully traces your entire face with his fingertips, checking your eyes, cheeks, mouth... strangely cute of him.

𖦹ׂ hugs you from behind and squeezes your boobies, you don't even question it anymore.

𖦹ׂ You two are the "private but not secret" type, you never hid from anyone that you were together, but you didn't spread the word either.

𖦹ׂ tickles you when he want's something.

𖦹ׂ let out short smiles that tug at the corner of your lips that take you apart 🫠

𖦹ׂ whispers in your ear that he wants to leave the place, damn, now you want it too.

𖦹ׂ kisses on the forehead or cheek, photos doing this, videos doing this, cute.

𖦹ׂ loves receiving a good oral, her warm tongue curling around his dick, her eyes full of tears, because damn, he's huge. Holds your hair with your hand and pushes your hips against your greedy mouth.

𖦹ׂ he whimpers, his breathing becoming erratic as he fits inside you. He covers your mouth with his hand and before you can ask him to take it easy, he punches his dick inside you. delicious.

𖦹ׂ He sucks her breasts curiously, half-hungry. rubs his face against them and tells them how beautiful they are.

𖦹ׂ tests your patience. he hits your face with his dick, rubs it in your face, smears your pussy with pre-cum, threatens to put a finger inside you and just massages your clitoris, surrounds your nipples with his fingers. bastard.

𖦹ׂ is not talkative during sex. your mouth is usually busy, whether it's licking the folds of your pussy or sticking his tongue in your mouth.

[mikgreo]

Hiya! Love your posts so so so much ♡

I was wondering if you could do how haikyuu (or jjk) men react to finding out the reader has a kink for being fucked in front of someone else 🫣

Tysm! Anon x

“curiosity killed the cat.”

haikyuu headcanons.

a/n. ty nonnie for requesting!! ive never thought about writing something like this but it made me excited to see what i could come up with, i had fun writing this! take care nonnie <3!! i might do pt.2 :3

chars. oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, osamu, suna.

syp. haikyuu characters & exhibitionism! +mini scenarios.

tags. exhibition, voyeurism, p/v, degradation, praise, petnames, pronouns or gender not mentioned but reader has a kitty & boobies, and use of babygirl/girl, manhandling (bokuto), edging, overstimulation, recording, whatever i missed..

oikawa!

rough jealous sex, teases you alot, might share you depending on the person, makes you moan out his name while the other person makes you cum, tried to get you to go to a kink club but you denied (“y/n-chann!! it’ll be fun!”)

he never thought you, or anyone else, were the type to initiate stuff like that, he was always just used to casual sex with his partners. but when he mentioned how “you probably want iwaizumi to see you like this, huh?” and felt you tighten up around him, he knew exactly what to do, he called iwa to come see a particular “show.”

“k-kawa!! s’too much.. sl-slow dowwwn~..ng-nghh!~” you whined out as oikawa thrusted deeply and roughly directly on your g-spot countless of times. “you like iwa-chan watching you get your back blown out, huh? you dirty fuckin’ girl, t’is what you wanted hm?” he slapped your ass, “after all yer stupid ass swayin’ and bendin’ over infront of ‘em you kinda asked for it, you slut.” he glanced over at iwaizumi, who was sitting on oikawa’s desk chair watching you two, face dusted in red and pink hues, sweat beads falling down his forehead. “come, its yer turn iwa-chan~”

iwaizumi!

def has vanilla sex, he likes to show that he can make you feel good by his hands, nice and soft, wouldnt share you but would make you speak out on how good hes making you feel

iwaizumi wasnt really used to anything like this, he was never the type of guy to have multiple girlfriends, let alone be sexually active. so whenever he found out from oikawa that your friend mentioned you were into that stuff, he didn’t know if he should ignore or act on it. but the more he thought about it the more frequently he found himself masturbating in the bathroom at the thought of him pleasuring you infront of another man. so, he decided to act on it.

“mmm, just like that, babygirl. keep rockin’ yer hips on my fingers js like thaaat.” iwaizumi had you on his lap infront of oikawa, who was sitting on iwaizumi’s gaming chair. legs pried open, glistening wet cunt on full display, you shamefully moaned at the circles iwa had been rubbing on your clit and your entrance. “tell ‘kawa how much you want me to fuck you with my fingers, doll.”

kuroo!

rough sex, open to threesomes (depending on the person), makes the third party record you two, edging/overstimulation final boss

lowkey wasnt that fazed about it, he’s been through some kinky people that he ended up ghosting/breaking up with because the kinks were overstepping boundaries, but he thought yours was quite doable. definitely got turned on once kenma told him you had said you were into that stuff. so he promised kenma he’d buy him the newest pc if he cooperated with his plan.

“oh yeahhh, look up at the camera just like that baby.” kuroo said behind you, as he was thrustinf his fingers into your seeping hole. he had you on all fours while you gave kenma a blowjob, as he recorded you all. “mmm…!!~” you mumbled onto kenmas cock, which he shuddered at. “you cummin’? i told you, cant til you make kenny here cum first, sweetheart.” this went on for 3 more hours..

bokuto!

rough-nice sex, fucks you dumb for sure, very prideful in his abilities and makes you you dont hold your voice back, make you make eye contact with third party, either really nice or really mean no in between, but i live for unknowingly and unwillingly rough bokuto so

kinda awkward about it, you were like his third girlfriend, and first ever actual serious once, adrenaline hits him and he ends up having his whole team watch him rail your poor small body. bokuto had learned alot from kuroo and oikawa about sex, so he decided this was a good opportunity to demonstrate his newly found skills. he asked his teammates to come over to his apartment, got them all to drink some beers and well..

“i know youve all been eyeing, y/n over here. so ill show you who she fuckin’ belongs to, but don’t hesitate to stroke yer dicks while you watch me absolutely fuck her dumb!” bokuto manhandled you into doggy, grabbing your arms and pulling them behind you back, thrusting in and out of you as deep as he could, whispering profanities into your ear. “fuckk, you like how der getting off to yer cute ass moans, huh? cmon.. be louder for them, let em know who’s responsible for this. fuck yeah, babygirl, t’day is alll about you.”

akaashi!

soft sex, would only let bokuto or tsukishima be the one watching you two, would worship you and brag about you to the other person while he fucked your brains out, overstimulation def, kinda gets a little toxic if the other person interacts.

akaashi was lowkey awkward about this too, but remained nonchalant, he had a talk with you to see if you would let bokuto be the one to watch you two, promising he wouldnt let him interrupt or touch you without your consent, he told you he had never been into any type of extreme kinks, so he apologized if he ended up deciding this wasnt for him, but swore he would try to make it work just to make you feel good.

“cmon princess, you can do better, why’re you getting shy on me now, hm?” he placed his hand on your head and ruffled your hair. you were down giving him a blowjob, with your legs spread open enough to let bokuto see you playing with your clit, desperate for some more friction. “mmm!” you muttered staring at akaashi with your puppy eyes. “im not, bokuto-san, touching you til you make me cum atleast twice. so get to work princess. you wanted this didnt you?” … “oh c’mon ‘kashi! dont be so mean” bokuto laughed loudly in the back.

atsumu!

possessive, would probably be mad at your for like half the day for suggesting it, but it grew on him, fast rough sex, lots of foreplay, teasing, and petnames.

“huuuhh?! why would you want sum rando watchin’ us fuck?” atsumu put if off for some days but the more he thought about it the more he found himself getting turned on by it. he set some rules, and had told you to go to a kink club since he didnt feel comfortable having anyone you both knew watch you, since you both only had a couple trusted people, and he was NOT gonna have his twin brother watch him fuck his girlfriend, let alone sakusa.

“look bae, all these people ‘round us comin��� just for you, see i told you you have the hottest fucking ass and tits ever.” he had you on top of him on one of the booth seats, you were jumping up and down on him and he took your nipples into his mouth. “fu-ck! ‘tsumu!! so good m gnna cumm~” you whined. “hell yeah baby, give em a show, aint gona stop til you start squirting like sum fuckin’ water sprinkler.” he laughed as he slapped your ass. “show em who’s yer fucking daddy, who’s making you feel good huh?” he breathed into your ear. “you-youyouyouyouyo-!! is you ‘tsumu youre so fuckin good at fucking my pussy daddy!!

osamu!

slow sex, praiiiiseeee, would probably only trust suna with you, would make suna touch you or something while he fucks you, asks if your okay during sex

he didn’t really know what to say when you had told him you found it hot to have someone watch you get fucked or something like a threesome, and he didnt wanna weird you out so he said you could try it out to see if he liked it as well. and he called up his buddy suna to help out!

“fuckk, yer tits taste so good, feels js like marshmallows, cutie.” suna said just below a whisper as he fondled your left boob and sucked on your right one. “mmm princess, your so tight, you feel so good yk that? you’re so perfect and beautiful like this.. making me wanna cum just from yer face.” osamu said as he had you in missionary, thrusting slowly but deep into your aching cunt. suna reached down to rub circles on your clit, “fuck, keep doing that suna, she just got so much tighter.”

suna!

literal virgin killer, casual sex, with some teasing & degradation, would be one to suggest this if you hadnt beaten him to it, down for anything but just doesnt admit it, literal definition of a freak undercover, lowkey would let anyone watch you two but just not touch you (imagine like anyone u want rlly)

“fuckk, keep fuckin yourself on my dick just like that, you have no idea how tight you feel, ma.” he had you facing the person while you fucked yourself dumb on his cock, going up and down. “play with yer boobs while they bounce, pretty. show em how sexy you can be, kay? put on a reaal pretty face, babygirl.”

[madamechrissy]

busty reader is mwaaah n all, but im humbly requesting something for the girlies (me) who are built like a beanpole. like there is nothing going on

Hey angel, I actually did two of them already if you mean smol boobie readers. But if you mean slim/slender ladies, I have got you! Have a threesome fic hehe. :D

Satoru/Suguru x Slender/skinny fem reader- MDNI- Explicit (oral sex, fingering, Satoru and Suguru low key flirting and kissing each other lol)- 700 words- Them being competitive, bisexual low key, and slutty over reader

💙I'll Win💙

"Oh look at you, so tiny could fuckin throw you." Satoru Gojo whispers, as he's positioning you on your knees, hands sliding down your slender waist and hips, long fingers pressing into your pelvis, behind you as Suguru Geto comes in front of you on the bed.

"And these itty bitty, perfect tits." Suguru murmurs, hands covering them completely, as these two buff men take you over, Satoru's cock his hard against your ass, as Suguru is sucking your breasts into his mouth, nearly taking the entirety of one hungrily.

"Suguru... Satoru..." You whine out, as they're overwhelming you, Suguru's hand sliding down your rib cage, Satoru's wrapping around, coming between your slim thighs and finding you wet and eager.

"Cute little ass on me too. Oh, she's so ready for us already Sugu. Taste her." Satoru leans over, shoving his fingers in your slick heat, then Suguru is sucking your arousal of Satoru's fingers, moaning.

"Fuck she tastes good. I need more of that." Suguru has you on your back then, your little breasts are heaving, your nipples taut and rock hard as you gather yourself, but it's impossible with the two of them taking you over.

"No, no, I eat first, thank you." Satoru shoves Suguru out of the way, kissing down your stomach that's sucking in and tensing as you feel your heat pooling in it.

"Nuh- uh, mine." Suguru shoves Satoru out of the way now, his chocolate eyes glaring, long dark locks falling softly on your bare skin. Satoru pouts those pretty pink lips, looking at you with baby blues.

"Tell him to stop being mean, Pookie." He asks you, and you giggle then, cupping his pretty face as you lean up on your elbows, then brushing back his white silky hair.

"Can't you two share?" You ask, with a pretty little smile, batting your lashes, and the two of them glare at each other, then look at you with desire in their eyes.

"Oh, fine, but I get to stick my tongue inside first. You can take the clit, Sugu." Satoru leans between your slender legs too, spreading them, hands pressing in so deep they hurt in the best way.

"No, I get that first, my tongue is longer." Suguru sticks out his tongue now, and your heart falters, as you see the black tongue ring sticking out of the middle. You whimper then, arching up, and Suguru grins. "She wants me first."

"You whore, whipping the tongue ring out." Satoru whines, but soon he's lapping at your clit, and the pleasure is wracking through your body, you're gasping, hips bucking up for more as Suguru shoves his tongue inside your tight entrance. "Mmm, taste s'good, fuck."

"Mmm! Ah!" You're crying out as their tongues work you at the same time, as they're wrecking your mind, and you're falling apart under them. Your pussy is dripping down their faces, a set of brown and blue eyes looking up, as you're clinging to their hair, gasping and shaking with pleasure.

"Cum for me."

"No cum for me!"

They're going harder now, and you do cum, so hard you are blinded, just seeing spots and sparkles, then two long fingers slide in, stretching you so much. Your eyes open to see their faces covered in slick, so sexy then Satoru kisses Suguru, and Suguru backs up, feigning disgust by him, earning Satoru's cackle.

"Don't kiss me, I want her to kiss me." Suguru says, and you giggle, Suguru leaning over you, his firm lips on yours, and he moans softly into your lips. Satoru is still fingering you, long finger hitting past your gummy little walls, pressing your g spot. Suguru drinks your cries. "You're such a good kisser."

"I am a better kisser than you, Sugu." Satoru's lithe body is on yours now, kissing you deeply, pulling back breathless for a moment, white lashes lowered over dilated blue eyes. "You're so pretty."

"She is pretty. Will be prettier on her knees." They have you on your knees again now, both of their huge cocks in front of your face, and they're both grinning as they look down at you.

"Oh God..." You murmur, while they also push you on your hands, your tiny little ass in the air, smacked hard by Satoru's big as hand.

"Can you take both in your mouth, love?" Suguru asks, and you realize you're really in for it.

Hope you enjoyed! All bodies are gorgeous and I have fun with these requests ;) Much love.

[ruwune]

*insert Homer mmm boobies donuts gif*

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Boobies!

Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Summary:Your Stevie gets to spend some quality time with you and his girls.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Steve Harrington is a boobs guy, Titfucking, Mentions of pornography, nothing else that I can think of (unless you think there’s something I missed, in which case; shoot me a message so I can tag it)

Word Count: 1521

Author's Note:I had this idea bouncing around my head for a while, and so I thought I’d get round to actually writing it. 

Simply put, Steve Harrington was a boob kind of guy. In his eyes, all boobs were good boobs. Big, or small, it didn't matter to him. 

You suspected as much to be true, because anytime you'd fallen asleep with him, he would end up spooned so close to you, holding you safe in his arms, his hand finding their places to settle over your boobs. Just feeling the soft weight of your tits in his palms was somewhat relaxing for him.

You also had your suspicions confirmed last summer, where you had decided to wear a tank top, to avoid wearing any unnecessary layers. That was the day that you had to fight for your boyfriend’s attention almost anytime you wanted to talk to him. His brown eyes cast down, towards your chest, eyeing the exposed cleavage, and enjoying the subtle bounce and jiggle of your boobs anytime you talked excitedly about anything.

It was on a lazy Sunday evening, on the rare occasion that you weren’t working at the movie theatre, and Steve had a day off working in Family Video. You were laying closely pressed together on his bed. 

More often than not, the free time you spent alone with Steve was in his house. He’d told you many times that it was very rare for his parents to be home for any length of time. Whilst the thought of Steve’s parents being happy enough to leave that boy in that big house all by himself, made your heart ache, you were glad of the privacy it afforded you. It was so much better than the alternative. That time where Steve had been hanging out with you in your bedroom, and your Stevie couldn’t keep his hands to himself. The sudden knock and opening of the door by your mother startled you both enough to quickly pull away from your impromptu makeout session. It wasn’t that your mother didn’t like or approve of your relationship with Steve, oh no it was quite the opposite actually, she adored how kindly he seemed to treat her daughter. However, she wasn’t quite ready to see her daughter and her boyfriend in such a compromising position. Between seeing your slightly out-of-breath state, and Steve’s ruffled hair and glazed over expression, it didn’t take a genius to piece together what had just been happening. After that awkward encounter, it just seemed better that you spent your time at Steve's place.

You were laying on your back, whilst Steve laid down over you, his arm wrapped protectively over your waist, his head resting gently on top of your chest whilst your fingers ran softly through his mess of shaggy hair. 

“...Mmm your boobs are soft..” he mumbles against your chest “..and so pretty too..” 

That’s when you suddenly feel the tugging of Steve’s hands at the hem of your oversized t-shirt (technically it was his shirt, but after he told you how much he enjoyed seeing you in his shirts, you took it upon yourself to wear his stuff more often.) His eager fingertips try to work the shirt off your body to have access to your naked tits, knowing you didn’t ever wear a bra if you were home.

Taking the hint, you sat up to arch your arms up and take off your t-shirt, flinging it off to the corner of Steve’s room. 

Steve seized this moment to begin to leave kisses over your tits. His pink lips, pecking all over the soft exposed skin. His kisses begin to inch closer to your nipple, before he wraps his lips around it, bringing it into the warm wet heat of his mouth, sucking it gently before releasing it from his mouth with a pop. Then his lips lead a trail of sweet kisses from one breast to the other, making sure to give equal attention to the other nipple.

All the while you let him indulge in his love affair with your tits, your fingertips scratch and tug at the soft brown strands of hair at his scalp.

That's when the idea struck him. Remembering something he saw in one of the x-rated tapes from the adult section at the back of Family Video that he'd taken home with him after a particularly long shift. Footage of a man sliding his dick through the softness of some girls' boobs. That evening Steve came harder than he ever had before. His cum dripped over the knuckles of his closed fist, and the only thoughts on his mind was of how he wanted to try that with you.

“Hey…Uh.. Honey?” Steve spoke up, tilting his head up to look at you.

“Yes, my love?” 

“There’s something I wanna try with you, would you be down for trying something new?” he started, the idea of how to go about asking you formulating in his mind.

“Well what is it, Stevie?” you teased gently.

“I wanna fuck your tits” he blurted out, thinking it  would better if he just came out with it, rather than skirt around the subject.

“Okay, I’m down, how do you want me?”

“H-how do I want you?” the fact you were even entertaining this idea had his head spinning and all the blood rushing straight to his dick.

“Yeah like, would you rather I sit up and you like..thrust between them? Or I can lay on my back and you can straddle my chest and then I can push my boobs together.” You explained brazenly. 

“Can I straddle your chest please?” he asked sheepishly.

“Sure!” you said as you got yourself comfortable, laying back on Steve’s bed.

Steve pulled off his sweatpants, his semi-hard dick bobbing slightly. 

Steve spat into his palm, and dropped his hand down to give his cock a few firm strokes, pumping his fist over the length of himself till he was fully hard.

He reached over to his bedside drawer where he kept a small bottle of lube, exactly where he’d left it from back when he’d watched that damn video.

He uncapped the bottle with a click, warning you how it would probably be cold on your skin, before he squeezed a generous amount between the valley of your breasts. He didn’t miss the way your body shivered as the cold gel hit your skin.  

 He also squeezed out some into his hand, thrusting into his hand a few times to cover his dick too.

Hovering over you with his cock in his hand, he leans forward, placing his cock between the valley of your breasts. He takes each one of your breasts in his large hands and gently squeezes them together. You notice his hesitancy and so you place your hands over his and to reassure him that you’re more than willing to do this, and to push your boobs together tighter around his steadily leaking cock.

Then he starts thrusting his hips forward. It’s different to what he was expecting, not a bad different certainly, the softness of your skin, slick with lube, feels so nice. His thumbs find themselves rubbing over your nipples, teasing them into hardened peaks. 

“F-fuck…” Steve stutters out with a moan, his head swimming with lust as he watched his cock slide between your breasts. 

“I wanna taste you, Stevie” you say as you stick out your tongue, just enough so it catches on the tip of his cock as it pops through the top of your cleavage. Your tongue lapping the beading drop of pre-cum gathering at his sensitive tip.

“God..Honey.. Fuck..that’s feels so good..your’re so good for me” Steve groans out above you, his hips continuing to thrust between your breasts. “Love your tits…they’re so soft..you look so gorgeous like this, honey”

His thrusts start to become sloppier and as he chases his high.

“Babe.. I’m so close… ” his breath coming out in ragged pants.  

“Cum on my tits, Stevie…please..” you whine for him, squishing your boobs tighter around him and using them to help jerk him off.

With a few more thrusts, and the soft weight of your boobs working against his sensitive cock, Steve comes with a deep guttural moan, painting your collarbones with his spend. 

Steve carefully swings his body to come and lie next to you, his own chest heaving with gasps, and his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his cock softening against his stomach.

You take this opportunity to swipe your finger through the cum Steve spilled on your chest Popping your finger in your mouth, you moan at the taste, sucking your finger clean.

Steve who had been trying to catch his breath, watched you with lust-glazed eyes

“Honey, you can’t just do that..s’not fair, you’ll get me going again” he chuckles dryly.

“What? Too tired, Harrington?” you tease playfully.

“Never. For you I’ve got all the time in the world” he smirks as he makes his way down your body, settling in between your thighs.

“Now... Let me return the favour” He says with a cheeky wink, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Oh. You were in for it now.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: More Than A Woman

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Summary: You’re back with more antics and poor Joe is on the receiving end of yet another Tiktok trend. This time it's asking him to name a random woman’s name out of nowhere to see what he'll say…

Warnings: slight angst, unserious/funny

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

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*No specific date for this fic!*

(y/n’s pov)

Joe and I were sitting on the couch watching The Office while we waited for Ja’marr, TB, and Tee to arrive for dinner.

I knew Joe would tone down the coupley stuff when “his boys” arrived, so I was currently savoring the feel of my boyfriend's body against mine.

When I walked into the living room earlier to find him comfy on the couch, I immediately crawled on top of him and laid my head on his chest.

Joe grabbed a blanket and put it on top of us before he slipped his hand under my sweatshirt to rub my back.

Now and then he'd kiss my head or comment on something in the show since the episode currently playing was quite the doozy.

If you know anything about The Office… you probably feel some type of way about the words “Casual Day”.

The episode was messy nonetheless and pretty unforgettable. We had seen it so many times but it still made Joe laugh so many different times.

Since we had seen it so many times, I was increasingly getting bored.

Time to do a little trend with Joe.

I went through my mental folder of different things I could do with him without getting up from my comfortable place in his arms. That's when the idea hit me.

“Hey, baby.” - you

“Mhm?” - Joe

“Name a woman.” - you

“Name a woman?” - Joe

“Yup.” - you

What’s he going to say? I thought.

“Uhm… I don't know, uh… Meredith.” - Joe

“Meredith?” - you busted out laughing

“Yeah.” - Joe nodded

“Like the one in the show? The one’s who's boobies you just saw? Jeez, now I know where your mind is at…” - you

“What?! It's not like that, she was just the first woman that popped into my head. They were blurred out too! I don't need to see some rando’s boobs when I can see yours anytime I want! I swear I wasn't being creepy…” - Joe

The entire time he was seriously trying to defend himself, I was holding in my laugh. I was just teasing him but I'm guessing he didn't pick up on that.

“Joe, I was just playing around.” - you laughed

“Good. I thought you were being for real for a second and I was worried I was going to be put on the couch tonight.” - Joe chuckled

Mmm, Imma mess with him.

“Who said you aren't being put on the couch tonight? I'm kinda disappointed you didn't name… I don't know… me!” - you

“Aye! That's not fair, you don't count.” - Joe

“Joe, why wouldn't I count? I'm a woman, aren't I? That was the criteria.” - you

“You’re more than just a woman though… you're my gorgeous, smart, sexy, kind, and amazing girlfriend.” - Joe smiled

Joe leaned forward to press his lips onto mine in a sweet and thorough kiss, but when he pulled away with a sly smirk on his face I decided he wasn't getting away with it that easy.

“Stop trying to butter me up, boy. You're still sleeping on the couch.” - you grinned

“Damn it!” - Joe grumbled

I giggled as I spread kisses all over his cheeks before finally planting one on his lips.

“I'm just kidding.” - you

Joe opened his mouth to talk but the sound of the doorbell cut him off.

“The guys are here.” - you went to crawl off of Joe but he stopped you

“Come in!” - Joe

The front door opened and in walked the wide receiver trio. I gave Joe a skeptical look but he just kissed my cheek and pushed my head back onto his chest.

He was really not trying to sleep on the couch tonight.

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Authors note: kind of a niche blurb… iykyk.

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Adventures in Babysitting - Steve Harrington x female!reader - Chapter 8

Chapter Summary: Well, the five of you do get in that secret room, but the problem is you can’t quite find a way out. Tensions rise as you realize the gravity of the situation, the forced proximity revealing hard feelings between you and Steve.

Content Warning: swearing (per usual), angst, mentions of the upside down, scary Russians and violence

Word Count: 7.2k

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and I hope you enjoy reading it. Sorry it took me longer than normal to get it written! Message me if you want to be added to the taglist to get notified when the next chapter is posted! :)

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The four of you crouched on the roof while you waited, the door to the secret room in sight. At this time of night, the room was no longer guarded with the mall being long closed by now. Steve was crouched right beside you, and you could feel his warm breath against your neck.

“Erica, do you copy?” Robin asked over the walkie talkie.

“Mmm hmmm, I copy. You nerds in position or what?” She shot back over the radio and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, we’re in position. It’s all quiet here so you’ve got the green light.”

“Green light, roger that. Commence Operation Child Endangerment,” Erica’s voice rang out through the receiver. You quickly snatched the walkie talkie from Robin, pressing down the button to speak.

“Can we maybe…not call it that?” You asked. You had a reputation to uphold and you’d be damned if you were going to let the sassy Sinclair girl change that.

“See you on the other side, nerds,” Erica’s voice was thick with attitude. Robin took the walkie talkie back from you while you and Steve shared a look. Erica wasn’t necessarily wrong in viewing what she was doing through that lens. If you were being totally honest, it probably was damn near child endangerment. Steve could tell you were worried, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze for reassurance.

It had been a while since you heard her over the radio and your mind started to dart to all of the worst case scenarios. What if there were still evil Russians there? What if they had found her? What if she had gotten stuck and had no way of getting out?

“That’s it. I’m going back inside,” you started to stand, but Dustin reached around Steve and yanked you back down.

“Y/n, you’re going to blow our cover. Just give her a second; I’m sure she’s fine,” Dustin attempted to convince you, but it wasn’t doing much to quell your concerns.

“Alright nerds. I’m there,” the walkie talkie finally came to life again, and you finally let out the breath you’d been holding, as one of your anxious hands went to worry at the collar of your shirt, tugging on the fabric as you tried to calm down.

“Do you…do you see anything?” Robin asked.

“Yeah I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about.”

“Any guards? Booby traps?” You asked, snatching the walkie talkie from Robin once more, trying to get a feel for how safe this room was.

“For starters, no; there aren’t any guards. Secondly, if I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?”

“Thank you for that,” you muttered through the transmitter, rolling your eyes. You were about to press the button down on the walkie talkie to speak, to give her further guidance on what she should do now, but before you could, her voice crackled through the radio once more.

“I’m in,” She announced and your heart stopped in your chest. That wasn’t the plan; she wasn’t supposed to do anything else other than scope it out so you could make more plans together. The little shit was going rogue.

“Oh god,” Steve breathed out, running his hands down his face, clearly not pleased with Erica’s complete disregard for authority.

He didn’t have to be worried for too long though, as the doors began swinging open seconds after she had said it as she strolled out, unbothered as she put a hand on her hip.

“Free ice cream for life,” She emphasized, and you had to give her credit. The girl really deserved it. The four of you looked between each other, shock and excitement registering on your faces as you quickly got up to go join the girl at the door she had just opened. You weren’t quite as giddy as Dustin and Robin, and as you all descended the stairwell from the roof, you pulled Steve aside on one of the landings.

“Steve, I don’t think we should go in there,” you said quietly, the intensity in your voice making your unease blatantly apparent.

“What do you mean? Y/n, we’ve spent hours translating that damn code, we can’t just bail right before we figure everything out. Chances are it’s probably nothing anyway,” Steve assured you, putting a gentle hand on your back as he attempted to redirect you, guiding you towards the next set of stairs. You didn’t budge as you planted your feet, your hand darting out to grasp the railing.

“Steve, I’m serious. I have a really bad feeling about this,” you pushed the issue. Too many times you had pushed aside your intuition, leading to life threatening scenarios, and you were tired of it. “I just don’t think it’s the right move to have those kids in there, it’s not safe. Please, Steve,” you begged, trying to get him on your side.

The look you shot him was enough to break his heart, and he wanted nothing more than to just agree with you, to take you home with him and kiss you like all was right with the world, but he knew that he couldn’t. “Y/n, the way I see it, we can leave. If that’s what you really want, we can walk out to the parking lot and just go home…but you know as well as I do that if we leave, the kids aren’t going to come with us. So we can either leave them behind or be there to make sure they’re okay.”

He was right and you hated it. You sighed, pushing past him and continuing down the stairs as you met up with Robin and Dustin. You all swiftly exited the mall, finally coming face to face with Erica, a self-satisfied smirk painted on her face.

“That shit—,” she said, pointing over her shoulder at the open room, “—was easy, so next time you nerds can figure it out yourselves.” She turned around entering the hidden storage room. You rolled your eyes but joined the rest of your friends as they filed in after her. Steve pulled the doors shut behind you so that if anyone happened to walk by, they’d be none the wiser to the fact that five misfit kids were solving imaginary mysteries in there.

Dustin handed Steve a pocketknife, which he gladly accepted, cutting open the tape on one of the Imperial Panda shipments, tearing the box open to reveal a metal case. You all looked at each other hesitantly, not quite sure what you were supposed to do with it. Steve shrugged, reaching to grab the metal handle, twisting it to cause air to hiss out the sides as the lid unlatched.

You all stared confused at the four metal canisters nestled neatly in the case, unsure of what to say. In a way, some of this had all felt like just a game you were playing, a puzzle to pass the time. Seeing the cold hard evidence that there was something shady going on completely shattered what remained of that facade, as your heart stopped in your chest. Steve finally broke the silence, speaking up to say “that is definitely not Chinese food.”

He went to remove one of the canisters, but stopped before pulling up on the handle. “Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.” He was saying it mostly for your benefit, hoping that demonstrating an abundance of caution would ease your nerves. He knew that what they were doing was risky, and as you all uncovered more and more shit that didn’t add up, he couldn’t help but feel like the risk was increasing dramatically.

Robin, you, and Erica stepped back cautiously, giving Steve a wide breadth of space. Dustin, on the other hand, planted his feet responding with a simple but resounding “no.”

“Dude, just step back,” Steve reiterated.

“No, I’m not backing up.”

“Dude, I’m serious, just back up.”

“No! If you die, I die,” Dustin shouted, his tone far more serious than it needed to be. Sure, you thought what you were doing was dangerous, but you were pretty confident that this little metal canister wasn’t going to kill you.

Steve stared at him for a second before shrugging with complete nonchalance. “…okay,” he responded as he turned back to the task at hand. You rolled your eyes, unimpressed with the way Steve immediately gave into Dustin’s dramatics, before pulling Dustin back by the collar, stepping in front of him, right back into the “danger zone.”

You ignored Dustin’s protests, as Steve turned the metal handle, slowly pulling it out, revealing a glass tube filled with some sort of green liquid. You looked at Steve who was staring at it with a furrowed brow, all of you just as confused as to what the substance could be.

“What the fuck is that?” You breathed out, your heart sinking in your chest as your suspicions were confirmed. This wasn’t just some elaborate conspiracy theory that your bored minds had construed; it was real, and you desperately wished you could go back to a week ago when you were just unhappily scooping ice cream, unaware of all of this shit.

“What the hell?” Steve whispered, holding the canister up at eye level to further inspect its contents. Before he could get a super close look at it, the room slightly shook and you jumped, grabbing onto Steve’s arm as your heart raced in your chest.

“…was that just me or did the room move?” Dustin asked hesitantly, eyes darting around to meet all of your concerned faces.

“Booby traps,” Erica whispered. Her voice was usually so sassy and strong and full of life, but this time it seemed weak and scared and your shoulders tensed as you braced for the worst. A mechanical whirring sound rang out through the room as it continued to shift.

“You know what? Let’s just grab that and go,” Robin spoke up, jumping into action as she ripped the canister from Steve’s grasp, moving to unzip Erica’s backpack and shove it in there. Dustin rushed over to the control panel on the wall, pressing the button labeled to open the door but nothing was happening.

“Which one do I press, Erica?”

“Just push the damn button, nerd!”

The fear permeating through the small room was palpable, and you were no longer able to take a deep breath. You kept trying to force air into your lungs as you began to hyperventilate. You felt like you were choking as your eyes began to water.

Dustin and Erica continued to yell at each other, and Steve was quick to grab your shoulders. You were blinking rapidly, your eyes darting all around the room as a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Y/n, look at me,” Steve spoke up, moving his hands to either side of your face to force you to focus on him, “you need to breathe.”

“I-I-I just…I can’t!” You choked out, more tears streaming down your face as a sob escaped your lips.

Steve, turned towards Dustin, shouting at him to hurry, desperate to get the doors open to calm you down. You were getting more and more upset by the second, and he couldn’t bear to see you like that anymore. “Just press the other button!” Steve yelled, pulling away from you momentarily to start pressing buttons on the control panel. He needed to get you out of there…ASAP.

Suddenly, a metal door dropped in front of the double doors you had entered, sealing you in further. You all stared in disbelief, as the reality of the situation slowly started to sink in.

You were trapped.

The room jolted again, shaking violently. Screams and shrieks broke out among all of you, as you fell to the floor, unprepared for the sudden movement. Steve rushed to your aid, quickly pulling you up to stand, hugging your shaking form to his body. You buried your face in his neck as he gripped you tight to him, one of his large hands on the back of your head to protect it as the room continued to shake.

Suddenly and without warning, you felt a dropping sensation, and you felt unease settle deep within your stomach as you realized the room was plummeting. You all screamed, as you cried out into Steve’s uniform shirt. Dustin continued to press all of the buttons on the control panel, yelling in frustration at the fact that none of them did shit.

“Just press the button!” Erica screamed, moving over to the control panel.

“What do you think I’m doing?!” Dustin screamed back.

“Come on! Just press something! Just press the button!” Steve shouted, and you could hear the fear in his voice, which deepened the sinking feeling in your chest. Steve usually managed to stay relatively calm, all things considered, so knowing that he too was terrified, scared the everliving shit out of you.

Finally the room screeched to a halt, causing everything in it to violently shift. Steve fell backwards to the floor and you toppled over across his chest. His hand instinctively wrapped around your waist, as one of the boxes fell on top of you both, pinning you to him as you groaned under the weight of it.

“Help! I can’t move” You choked out, as Dustin and Erica swiftly moved to pull the heavy box from your back. Surely that is going to bruise, you thought, as Steve slowly groaned and sat up, still holding you to his body, as you sat nestled in his lap.

He looked you over frantically, making sure you were okay, noticing the way your lip was split open. You must have hit something when you fell earlier, and he reached his thumb up, dragging it across your bottom lip to wipe away some of the blood that had began to drip. You stared wide eyed at him, your chest heaving as you tried to regain control of your breathing.

He helped you to stand, as Robin finally spoke up. “Is everyone okay?” She asked, clutching the back of her head, which she must have bumped in the fall.

“Yeah, I’m great now that I know Russians can’t design fucking elevators!” Steve shouted, sounding angrier than you had ever heard him as all of his chill disappeared, his calm facade he had kept up to keep your anxiety at bay shattering under the circumstances. He swiftly pulled away from you, shoving Dustin out of the way as he began pushing at all of the buttons on the control pad hoping that one of them would do something, anything, to get you out of that goddamn room.

“I think…I think we’ve clearly established that those buttons don’t work,” you stammered out, your voice weak as you tried and failed to regain your composure.

“They’re buttons! They have to do something!” Steve shouted back at you.

“If we had a keycard,” Robin spoke up, when Steve looked at her confused she continued, “it’s an electronic lock, same as the loading dock door. If we don’t have a keycard, it won’t operate, meaning—“

“We’re stuck in here,” you breathed out, finishing her thought. Your heart sank as the reality of the situation sank in, your eyes locking with Steve’s, his worried expression matching yours.

You were going to die down here.

***

You had discussed your options, realizing that there truly was not much you could do at this point. Dustin had considered the fact that you could climb up the elevator shaft, but upon realizing you had plummeted way too far for that to be feasible, that idea quickly fizzled out.

“Code red, I repeat this is a code red. Does anyone copy? We are innocent children and we are trapped under the Starcourt Mall. The Red Army has infiltrated Hawkins and if we are found they will torture and kill us—“ Steve cut off Dustin’s transmission, climbing out into the elevator shaft to join him.

“Hey, gotta take it easy on that thing; gonna drain the battery,” Steve warned. Dustin’s walkie talkie may be their only hope for an escape and if that dipshit blew their only chance to avoid certain death, Steve would personally kill the boy himself.

“The mall just opened,” Dustin replied, frustrated that Steve was telling him what to do.

“So?”

“So, someone could be in range.”

“What do you think, Petey the mall cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?” Steve asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he made the rest of his way onto the roof of the elevator. It was just the two of them out there, all the girls inside, still considering options for escape.

“Why are you such a cranky pants after getting to spend the night with y/n?” Dustin asked, whispering the last part and Steve immediately shushed him.

“Shhh! Will you just give up on that creepy dream already? Besides, it’s not like she hasn’t spent the night at my house before—something you clearly already knew—and I would have to say, my bed is much more comfortable than the floor of some creepy ass Russian death trap,” Steve grumbled, realizing he made a very significant error when Dustin’s eyes lit up.

“Your bed? As in like, you and y/n have been sleeping in the same bed when she stays at your house? I thought she stayed in the guest bedroom?”

“I meant beds…plural,” Steve attempted to backpedal his previous statement but it was no use. The small detail had already sparked more conspiracies in the boy’s mind and Steve knew he was just going to run wild with it.

“Whatever you say,” Dustin replied, his tone indicating that he didn’t believe a word that Steve was saying, before adding “that still doesn’t explain why you’re in such a shitty ass mood.”

“Well, while you children were sleeping, we were trying to figure out a way to open the damn door. After eight hours, we’re still exactly nowhere, which is, you know, probably just a little bit of the reason why I’m feeling just…a tad cranky,” Steve replied, turning away from Dustin and walking to the edge of the elevator, unbuckling his belt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dustin asked incredulously.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking a leak, look away!” He shouted back.

Meanwhile, you and Robin were at the control panel, still trying to determine a way out of this hellhole. You had been able to remove part of the panel, exposing some of the wiring, but despite how much you messed with it or attempted to rewire it, nothing worked.

“Can you redirect your stream please?” You asked in disgust before turning back to the panel in front of you. Erica began banging the glass canister against a barrel, and you immediately sprung into action, “woah, woah, woah, careful! We don’t even know what that is” You shouted, running to grab the vial from her before she could do irreparable damage to it.

“Exactly, it could be useful,” she shot back, clearly unhappy that you had taken it away from her. When you looked at her confused, she continued, “we can survive a long time down here without food, but if the human body doesn’t get water, it will die.”

“I hate to break it to you, but this is not water,” Robin emphasized, taking the canister from you and shaking it to get her point across.

“Yeah, but it’s a liquid, and if it comes down to me drinking that shit or dying of thirst, I drink,” she smiled her sassy little smile up at Robin and you rolled your eyes. Erica snatched the canister back, and Robin didn’t put up much of a fight as she quickly darted to the heavy metal door, pressing an ear up against it with a quizzical look on her face. After a brief moment she turned to you and Erica, wide eyed.

“We’ve got company,” her words rang through your ears and your heart began to race, you quickly reorganized the room to make it look like you hadn’t just spent the night in there against your own will, and you quickly boosted Erica to the roof before you and Robin followed, relaying the message to the boys. You all crouched around the grid pattern cut out on the ceiling which housed the light as the door opened, watching as two men speaking Russian collected boxes. Dustin looked up at Steve, gaping and Steve quickly put a finger up in front of his mouth, looking between all of you to serve as a reminder to be quiet. He didn’t want to find out what these men would do to all of you if they found you.

Your mind was working double time trying to figure out what you should do when you saw a look of realization flash across Steve’s face, his eyes fixed on Erica and the metal canister she was still holding in her hands. He quickly snatched it from her giving you a look that said “trust me” as you waited with bated breath until you heard the sound of a vehicle driving away and the mechanical whirring of the door beginning to drop again. Your heart raced at the thought of being stuck in there again, but Steve quickly dropped down back into the room lunging across the floor and blocking the door from shutting all the way with the canister.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Steve yelled, and you and Robin quickly helped the kids down back into the elevator before following them, watching as Steve helped them slide through the small opening before Robin shimmied through followed by you. As you passed under the heavy door, you noticed the glass of the canister beginning to crack, fissures forming under the pressure.

“Steve! Hurry!” You cried out, as he began to slide his way under the door, eyes wide as he realized his time was limited. He rolled out of the way, fingers barely clearing the gap before the glass gave way, shattering as the door slammed shut with a heavy thud, the green contents of the vial spilling. The liquid hissed and sizzled as it began eating through the floor, caustic like an acid.

You all quickly backed away, attempting to avoid the splash zone of the dangerous mystery fluid, Steve muttering out an “oh my god.”

“You still wanna drink that?” Robin asked Erica, a smirk on her face as the small girl rolled her eyes. Steve looked over at you confused, and you just shook your head and gave a tired smile. This babysitting gig was rough and kids were stupid sometimes. You and Steve had been through enough shit together to know that that might be the most fundamental truth humanity had to offer.

“Holy mother of god,” Dustin exclaimed, and you all turned to look at what he was going on about. Your breath hitched in your throat as you stared down the long hallway. It looked as if it never ended, and your hand instinctively went to grab Steve’s as he interlocked his fingers with yours. You all stood there staring speechlessly for a moment before Steve’s hand dropped yours, as he began to push past Dustin to the front of the group.

“Well, hope you guys are in good shape…looking at you, roast beef,” he added as he patted Dustin on the chest, making his way down the infinite hallway. Everyone just stared at him before he looked back, motioning for you all to follow. “Let’s go, come on.”

You shook your head to refocus as you joined Steve, the rest of the crew following close behind you. You guys had a long way to go. To find what? You weren’t exactly sure, but you hoped that it ended with a way out of this hellhole.

You had been walking for a while, glad that the hallway was deserted and that you didn’t have to dodge any Russian guards. It would be kind of difficult, you presumed, with the way you were all dressed in nauseatingly bright colors, you, Robin, and Steve looking especially out of place in your Scoops Ahoy uniforms. You were glad you at least all got the opportunity to ditch the hats.

Dustin and Erica were ahead of you, constantly bickering and arguing about stupid shit. The three of you that remained had been walking in a comfortable silence. You stared at your feet, tired and ready to go home. Robin noticed and her heart broke for you. Besides all of this shit, she knew you also had your weird undefined relationship with Steve on your mind, most likely eating away at you. Robin quickly elbowed Steve in the ribs, and clearly not anticipating it, he groaned before grumbling out “Robin? What the hell?”

She cleared her throat, glaring at him before doing a small nod in your direction. Steve may be dumb, but he was not too stupid to connect the dots. “I’m gonna take a stab at this whole babysitting thing you guys seem to be either experts or incompetent at—I haven’t quite decided,” Robin spoke up before quickly leaving the two of you alone to talk through all your shit.

“Right now, I’d probably go with incompetent,” you sighed. You didn’t know how to wrestle with the disappointment you felt. “I should’ve stopped all of this way before now. I mean, I-I…I should’ve stopped Dustin from even attempting to translate that tape. I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to him or Erica down here. Never,” you spiraled. All of this was just too much. Yeah, the upside down shit was scary, but these were people who potentially wanted to hurt you, and that would always be far scarier. The demogorgons had never known humanity; these people had.

“Y/n, hey! This is not your fault! You couldn’t have known that this was going to happen. Never in my wildest imagination would I have guessed that the room we were in was going to turn out to be a fucking elevator! Like what the fuck, you know?” Steve attempted to comfort you but it wasn’t working.

“Yeah, but that’s the thing…I should’ve known better. When does anything we do ever turn out good. Nothing that has happened when we’re together has ever been good. It is all just chaos and carnage and bullshit.”

Steve stopped in his tracks. His mind flashed back to Nancy’s words at Tina’s party last year. He could at least give her the benefit of the doubt when she had said it; she was fucking wasted and couldn’t even remember it the next day. You—on the other hand—you were stone cold sober. He felt his heart breaking all over again in his chest.

“So that’s all this has ever been? Everything about this has been completely awful fucking bullshit?” Steve asked incredulously, anger seeping into his voice as he gestured between the two of you.

You laughed an exasperated laugh, feeling misplaced hate settle in your chest. “Can you really blame me, Steve? Can you really blame me? Because as far as I’m concerned the only reason we’re friends is because we almost fucking died together. You wouldn’t have been bothered to give a shit about me if it hadn’t been for what happened in Jonathan Byers’ fucking living room two years ago. And then—surprise, surprise—you weren’t there for me! You fucking dropped me for a whole fucking year until you needed help with your dumbass college essay.”

“That is what is complete and utter fucking bullshit, y/n. You never once have really believed that I could change. I’ve spent eight fucking months showing you how much I care, but it’ll never matter to you,” Steve seethed. He didn’t know what else you wanted. He couldn’t fix what happened in the past, but he had been desperately trying to make up for it, but it was clear that his efforts didn’t do jack shit.

“Oh, right! How could I forget? You, Steve Harrington, have been so incredibly kind as to let me sleep in your bed so that you’re not fucking lonely while you go out and fuck other girls. I’m so sorry I haven’t been properly grateful for that,” you shot back, sarcasm dripping from your tongue as you spat the words at him. “Forgive me for being unappreciative of the fact that I’m just another one of your girls.”

“If that’s all you think you are to me, then you’re a lot dumber than I thought you were,” Steve replied, his voice small and hurt as he turned away from you. You turned to watch him, hot angry tears falling down your cheeks. As you watched him walk away, you saw the way his shoulders dropped as he ran a hand through his thick hair. He was clearly upset and it had been your doing. You felt your heart drop in your chest as you realized that you likely ruined what you had.

You had been wrestling with yourself all this time, waking up in the morning to his gentle kisses wondering whether it was worse to have him like this—him never truly being yours—or to not have him at all. You felt a lump form in your throat, realizing you had finally answered your own question.

***

You had walked for what felt like miles, and still there was no change in scenery from the long ass hallway you had been in. You had all decided it was safer to stay in a group, so you made sure you were as far away from Steve as possible, avoiding any interaction as much as you feasibly could.

Robin looked at Steve questioningly, wondering what had happened when she had left him to smooth things over with you. He just shook his head, his lips set into a scowl and she realized that her attempt to push the two of you together had likely been the driving force that ripped you two apart.

“I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive,” Dustin spoke up, attempting to clear the awkward air that had enveloped the group.

“What are you talking about? It’s a total fire hazard,” Steve replied.

“Yeah, there’s no stairs, there’s no exit, just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell,” you chimed in. Even though you were frustrated with him, you couldn’t help but agree with his sentiment. You both made eye contact, an unreadable expression painted on his face before he broke your gaze, looking away.

“They’re commies,” Erica spoke up, “you don’t pay people, they cut corners.”

“To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don’t think this tunnel was designed for walking,” Robin added, “think about it. They developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo.” Your mind quickly flashed to the tunnels from last year, and the way that Steve had held you close to him as you buried your face in his neck as the demo-dogs darted past you. You shook the thought away as Dustin interjected.

“It all comes in the mall like any old delivery.”

“And then they load it up onto those trucks and nobody’s the wiser,” Robin finished. You did have to admit, it was a good system. It was terrifying that it could all happen right under your noses, but it was a good system nonetheless.

“You think they built this whole mall so they could transport that free poison?” Steve asked.

“I very seriously doubt it’s something as boring as poison, it’s gotta be something much more valuable,” you rolled your eyes, tired of hearing Steve’s voice.

“Yeah, like promethium or something,” Dustin interjected.

“What the hell is promethium?” You and Steve asked in unison. Robin rolled her eyes, biting back a smile. Why couldn’t you shit birds just realize you were perfect for each other?

“It’s what Victor Stone’s dad used to make Cyborg’s bionic and cybernetic components,” Robin explained.

“You’re all so nerdy it makes me physically ill.” Erica’s face twisted into a look of disgust as she said it. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t really argue with the sentiment. Other than Steve, you all were into some pretty nerdy ass shit.

“No, no, no, don’t lump me in with them. I’m not a nerd, alright?” Steve spoke up and you rolled your eyes again. If you rolled your eyes one more time, they were going to get stuck back there.

“Why so sensitive Harrington? Afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old girl?” You spat, ever frustrated with his constant focus on being cool. When was he going to realize that none of that shit mattered?

“No, I’m just saying I don’t know jack shit about Prometheus.”

“Promethium,” you corrected, “Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure.”

“Whatever,” Dustin chimed in, wanting to end the bickering between the two of you, “all I’m saying is, it’s probably being used to make something.”

“Or power something,” Robin suggested.

“Like a nuclear weapon,” Dustin responded.

“Totally,” you agreed. It was pretty damn feasible.

“Walking towards a nuclear weapon, that’s great. That’d be…that’d be just great,” Steve grumbled, and you couldn’t really fault him for it. You weren’t super jazzed to be in this hellhole either.

“But if they’re building something, why here? I mean, Hawkins. Seriously. Of all places,” Robin wondered, something clicked in your head, and you noticed the look of realization flash across Steve and Dustin’s faces too as the three of you fell back as Robin continued. “At the very best, we’re a toilet stop on your way to Disneyland, but maybe that’s it. Maybe it’s our very…” Robin’s voice trailed off as her and Erica got farther and farther away from you.

“You think the Russians know?” You quickly and quietly cut to the chase.

“About the—?” Steve began asking, not wanting to say it, afraid of speaking the words into existence.

“They could,” Dustin answered.

“So it’s connected?” Steve asked.

“Maybe,” you replied, looking at him with worry etched across your face.

“But how?” Steve pushed the question, wanting to be damn sure before you all jumped to any conclusions.

“I don’t know but it’s—“ Dustin began.

“Possible,” you all finished in unison. You and Steve made eye contact, your previous argument long forgotten as you considered the terrifying possibility that this did have to do with the Upside Down.

“I’m sorry, is there something you three would like to share with the class?” Robin called out as she turned around, realizing that the three of you had fallen behind.

The three of you looked between each other, trying to figure out what, if anything, you should tell them. Before you could speak, static hissed from Erica’s backpack as she darted to fish out the walkie talkie. You all crouched down beside her and listened as Russian filled the silence, the familiar words ringing out through the desolate hallway.

“It’s the code,” Robin confirmed.

“Wherever that broadcast is coming from—“ you started.

“It’s close,” Robin finished your thought, “if there’s one thing we know about that signal—“

“—it can reach the surface,” Dustin chimed in, realizing that this could be your way out. Smiles broke out on all your faces as you considered the possibility that your hours long ordeal may finally be over.

“Let’s go,” you breathed out, quickly standing. You let out a laugh. You were going to get out of here.

If only you had known how naive that sentiment truly was.

***

You were pressed up flush against Steve’s back, and you tried not to blush at the predicament. You had all shimmied through a tight corridor, pausing at a junction while he checked to make sure the coast was clear. Even though you were mad at him, you couldn’t help the way your heart still skipped at his touch. You leaned forward slightly, attempting to reach your head around to get a visual on the hallway, but he reached his hand back, grabbing your wrist as a warning to stay put. The two Russians that had been passing as you reached the junction continued down the hall, oblivious to the gaggle of teenagers and children that were infiltrating their secret hideout.

“Okay, clear,” Steve whispered, turning the corner and pulling you gently behind him, his hand still around your wrist. When no one else followed, he let go whispering again, “clear, come on. Let’s go.”

“Okay, that was close,” Robin whispered, stepping quietly out from around the corner.

“Too close,” Dustin agreed, speaking up.

“Relax! Alright, relax. Nobody saw…” Steve’s assurances trailed off as you turned another corner, the hall opening up into a larger room with bustling activity. Your eyes darted around, mouth agape, as you took in the sight of Russian scientists in lab coats, soldiers in army uniforms carrying large guns, and men clad in hazmat suits. Your stomach dropped realizing that this was all a far larger operation than you could have conceived in even your wildest imagination.

“Shit!” Steve exclaimed quietly, realizing that you were out in the open and easily visible as you all darted to hide behind a big red metal cart.

“I saw it. First floor, northwest,” Erica suddenly spoke up.

“Saw what?” You asked, unsure of what the girl was talking about.

“The comms room!” She whisper-shouted.

“You saw the comms room?” Steve asked, unsure of how she could have noticed anything with the pure chaos that was the mess of people they just saw.

“Are you sure?” Dustin inquired, wanting to be certain before you guys made your way to the room. One wrong move and he had no doubt that you all were toast.

“Positive. The door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there.”

“That could be a hundred different things,” Dustin replied.

“I’ll take those odds,” you turned to look Steve in the eyes. You were desperate to get out of here, and Steve’s eyes darted across your face, taking in your expression of certainty before sighing and peaking around the side of the cart. You all followed suit, looking and calculating how you could possibly get from point A to point B with the amount of Russians the place was crawling with.

You all sat back, and Steve looked at everyone carefully before speaking. “Alright, we’re gonna move fast, we’re gonna stay low, okay?”

You all nodded in agreement and Steve took off, you following close behind as he darted to hide around another corner, slowly but surely making his way towards a door on the other side of the room. A Russian wearing a white lab coat pushed the door open, focused on the clipboard in his hand as he exited, the door swinging slowly shut behind him.

“Let’s go!” Steve whisper-shouted, quickly moving to grab the door right before it shut. “Shhh, come one!” He whispered, motioning for all of you to enter as he held the door open for you.

You should have been more careful, turning around to be met with a confused looking Russian soldier, turning away from the console in front of him as he swiveled in his desk chair, ripping off his headset. He stared at you wide eyed and his hand began to reach for the gun holstered on his hip. Your breath hitched in your throat as you pushed Erica and Dustin behind you while Robin stepped forward, reciting bits and pieces of the code, the only Russian she knew.

The man responded with words you didn’t understand. You all held your hands up to show that you didn’t mean any harm as Robin continued speaking Russian with her limited vocabulary.

Continuing to perceive the five of you as a threat, the soldier continued his reach to unholster his gun and suddenly Steve was yelling out, sprinting towards the man as slammed into him, knocking him off kilter. He threw Steve against a console behind him, going to throw a punch that Steve dodged. Steve turned towards the console, elbowing the Russian soldier in the gut to create some space, before grabbing a telephone and spinning around, swinging it hard as it made contact with the soldier’s face. The soldier groaned as he stumbled, hitting his head on the desk in the process before falling to the floor with a sickening thud.

Steve panted, running his hands through his hair, his heart racing a million miles a minute. Dustin suddenly spoke up, drawing his focus away from the Russian on the floor as he made eye contact with the boy. “Dude! You did it! You won a fight!”

Steve chuckled slightly, realizing the boy was right, self-satisfied with the way that he had been able to protect all of you. Suddenly another force slammed into him, knocking him slightly off balance as you ran to hug him, wrapping your hands tightly around him as you buried your face in his chest. He was surprised by this, after your argument in the hall earlier, but he felt his heart skip a beat as he reciprocated, gripping you tightly as he rested his chin on your head, swaying from side to side.

“What were you thinking?!” You exclaimed, the anger in your tone throwing Steve off, a sharp contrast to the loving way you were clinging to him. “You could have been shot! You could’ve died! How could you just run at him like that, unarmed?!” You pulled away and shoved at his shoulders. You were fuming, and reasonably so.

“Y/n calm the fuck down! If I hadn’t we all would’ve died,” Steve responded, anger leaking into his tone as well.

“Don��t ever do that shit again.”

Dustin rolled his eyes at both of you, moving swiftly towards the guard and snatching his keycard off his belt.

“What are you doing?” Erica asked.

“Getting us our ticket out of here,” he responded, holding up the keycard as if it was obvious.

“You want to walk all the way back?” She questioned in disbelief.

“Well, we can hang out for a little bit, relax, have a picnic maybe,” he replied, sarcasm dripping from his mouth. While they continued to argue, you realized that Robin had made her way up the steps. She stopped momentarily to look through the small window on the door before sprinting back down the stairs to the rest of you.

“Guys! There’s something up there,” she breathed, a look of shock across her face, you all darted to follow her, quietly walking through the door, pressing yourselves against the glass. You couldn’t believe what you were looking at.

Beyond the control center that you were looking through there was a huge machine, pulsating with energy. A man in a hazmat suit loaded it with one of the green canisters not dissimilar to the one you broke earlier, as it continued to spin, shooting out a stream of bright blue light. You followed it to see the fissure forming on the wall directly across from it, as a sickening cracking noise rang out. You and Steve looked at each other, panic registering on both of your faces.

“The gate,” you both whispered in unison, as you sucked in a deep breath. Your heart sank in your chest, as Steve grabbed your hand, just as much to comfort you as it was to ease his worry.

It was happening again.

***

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𝙻𝚞𝚜𝚝

PAC (Pick A Card) 18+

What does it feel like to F*ck You?

Disclaimer‼️⚠️: This is a 18+ reading MINORS DNI. This is a general reading so take what could resonates and leave what doesn’t.

Description: Choose the pile that you feel most drawn to. It helps if you close your eyes and let your eyes guide you.

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𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎:

Pile 1 (Back Scratch)

Basically This pile is for my people who don’t really do one night stands or hookups I’m sensing that to be on a sexual relationship you have to at least know the person really well. Your s*x feels intense like you really go all out like I feel like with this group you may have a checklist of all the things you want to try sexually you want something different something exciting. But anyways I’m hearing “more,more,more” so idk if that’s you or them… either way a win is a win. You like to change it up so it won’t be missionary each time. You like to tease I’m seeing some teasing here and I’m seeing someone being shocked because they thought of you as “innocent” people tend to move at a hard but slow pace with you not slow but not too fast either and it’s because you feel really good. You feel so good your walls tend to clench once it is in (if masculines are reading you have very good D game and it makes your sexual partners to clench them) so it will be very hard not to orgasm that’s why they try not to go at first they are trying to see and calculate just how long they can last. This is also my boobs group it doesn’t matter if they are on the smaller side. Sexual partners LOVE your boobs. They may have a more jiggly texture to them. Your face is very expressive as well however your words… are lacking I don’t think you do much dirty talk during sex and that’s okay because I feel like you pick dominating partners so you really don’t have to tbh they will take care of that for you.

Song:

Pile 2 (Tongues Touching)

Ooooo this pile LOVES physical touch and I’m also seeing that you may scratch your parters back if not careful (or if you meant to yk… even better tbh) with this pile sexual partners find it incredibly hard to let you go and they may even think about the night you had before going to bed. You’re irresistible if you will. Partners tend to get very sensual when in the act with you as if they are in a euphoria. It feels as though you make sexual partners high off of sex and it can be very addicting with this pile previous partners may often hit you up again just to have a taste of what they felt before in that moment. You are very wet and may even be a squirter and if you are a creamer you tend to cream a lot and your sexual partners love that. You know how to make a person intoxicated and unable to think straight in the moment. You feel very suction-able like if someone were to suck your clit that’s how you feel to sexual partners they want more of you each time and sexual partners are often afraid they are gonna cum too fast. This is also the pile that Loves handjobs 😏 and you do it well. You like to tease and your partners find it very enticing. I’m hearing “mmm you feel so good baby” “Fuck… don’t do that” your lower back is very sexy to sexual partners you may have deep back dimples or just a very smooth lower back because your partners like to touch it especially in doggystyle. You may have prominent Scorpio placements or Scorpio degrees in your chart. I’m hearing Capricorn as well.

Song:

Pile 3 (Shadow Girl)

With this pile your my pile who may like to wear a lot of accessories like bracelets, necklaces, or even used to have a chokers phase. You also may have a thing with calling someone daddy/papi or you may liked to be called that “mommy/mami” applies here too. This too is a boobies pile your sexual partners love your titties and they love sucking on them. This is my w.a.p pile (wet ass pu$$y 😏) your hole has a more ridged feeling to it which makes it feel better due to texture. You make even the quietest ones moan/grunt really loud due to how good and suctioned it feels. Your sexual partners may like to film you are you may like to film and your partners definitely masterbate to those videos. To them it’s their way of living back in that moment of euphoria. Especially in missionary just to see those boobies bounce. You have a very pretty vagina the inside is a very nice color. I’m hearing someone say “take it take it take it” and you indeed do take it 😏 your sexual partners also love when you ride them .. again to see those boobies bounce. You may have attachment issues or attract people who have attachment issues. Cancer, Leo, Libra, Scorpio, and Pisces are very prevalent here. Your partners also LOVE your lips they love getting hickeys from you it’s their way of showing that they are yours. Oooo you got people WHIPPED. If experienced you know how to clench your hole at all the right moments and make the other go feral. Your sexual partners almost always come back. For sure.

Song:

Pile 4 (Hand on Neck)

This piles takes sex very seriously in a sense that once you’re in the mood you are in the mood and you aren’t the type to make jokes during sex because your so in the moment. This pile is actually the most experienced from my other piles. Very into hookups and sneaky links and will do ts WELL. You know you’re good too😏. Fire sign is heavily involved in this pile so you may have Leo, Sagittarius, and Aries or Scorpio as well. You like to switch it up a lot so it will be a new experience each time. You have the type of hole that makes sexual partners want to roll their head back once they enter you. I’m also feeling an LGBT+ influence here. your tongue and mouth works WONDERS once you go down on someone. Your partners feel like they could have sex with you all day and not get exhausted. I’m hearing “ohhhh fuck” and I’m also seeing someone cry? From pleasure ofc but omg? This is definitely my switch pile you’re able to do and enjoy being top or bottom. Like the last pile you are able to squeeze your hole at just the right time and it makes your sexual partners moan. You make your sexual partners feel like they are going crazy (in a good way) like discombobulated is the right word for it. Your sexual partners love your eyes and probably love staring into them or the opposite they can’t because they get too nervous. Your insides feel tight, ridged, and really warm. I’m also hearing “mmmm” a lot. You create a space where people can use sex with you as an escape from reality. Someone here also likes sucking on fingers also. Speaking of which your VERY good with your hands your sexual partners feel a tingling sensation after your touch and it leave them craving for more.

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[ziracona]

No moment in any horror game will ever be able to be scarier than that time in Oxenfree when you’ve become aware something very supernatural and very bad is going on, but not what yet, and you’ve been picking up clues and bait and threats on the radio from whatever is here as you go, and walking around a decommissioned army base with Jonas trying to find Clarissa before she gets hurt, your radio picks up a signal that in Bugs Bunny’s voice goes “Mmm this looks like onea them there booby-traps.”

Literally no jumpscare, singing nursery rhyme, ominous music has ever had the raw power of that.

[bteezxyewriter12]

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Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 1.1k

Includes- Everything is consensual, established relationship, cock riding, orgasm denial, dirty talk, Dom Namjoon, boobies all out, fluff

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I glare at my girlfriend as she laughs with Hobi

And at Hobi who is looking down at her boobs

Why the fuck she'd think it's a good idea to wear such a revealing and skimpy shirt with the short skirt around these horndogs I don't know

She knows they're horny idiots and any glimpse of a boob gets them giddy

And I don't want them looking at my girl's boobs

At my girlfriend's anything

She's mine and only mine

She leans down, her hand on Hobi's arm as she laughs, her chest practically falling out of her shirt, Hobi's eyes widening

And I'm done

"Get out", I snap at him

He looks over at me, sees my face, his turning red, "Uh what?"

"Get out. Take everyone with you. I need to talk to Jo"

She raises her eyebrows at me, "Joonie we can go talk, you don't need to kick twenty people out of a room"

"No", I bark at her, her eyes widening

I glare at Hobi and he nods, standing up, getting everyone's attention and herding everyone out of the room

"Joonie-"

"Get up"

She narrows her eyes at me, "Kim, Namjoon-"

"Don't fuck with me Joanne", I warn

She scowls but stands up

I undo my belt, pulling down my pants and boxers

"Come here and make me hard"

I'm already a bit hard, she just has to stroke me a few times and I'm good

"Seriously?", she snaps

"Don't fuck with me"

She sighs, coming over to me

She bends, her hand wrapping around my cock, jerking me off

Her boobs are in my face and I reach up pulling her shirt down, popping both of them out of her bra

"You're hard", she says, her breathing getting more labored

"Good. Take your panties off and sit on my cock"

She complies without a word this time, getting in my lap and sinking on my cock

"Fuck", she whimpers as her pussy opens wide for my dick, soaking me through and through

"Good girl, all the way down"

She bottoms me out, her cunt squeezing the life from my cock feeling so fuckin good

She's so tight, so small but she still wraps perfectly around my whole cock

"Fuck my cock. But you can't cum until I say so"

She raises her eyebrows, "Really? Did I piss you off?"

"You know you did", I growl, slapping her thigh, "Now ride"

She leans back on my legs, starting to bounce softly, pleasure exploding in my body

I watch, her pussy looking so pretty as her hole slides up my length, then opens so widely as she comes back down

She leaves a pretty creamy mess all over my cock as she moves, her bounces getting harder

I move my hands around her boobs, squeezing and running my fingers over her hard nipples

"You have some fucking nerve wearing this skimpy shirt"

Her eyebrows raised, "It's a v neck tank top Joonie"

"It barely holds in your big tits", I growl, "Hobi couldn't keep his eyes off them"

"Is...is that why you're mad at me?", she asks breathlessly, her bounces getting more desperate, her pussy throbbing

She's close

"You know it is"

"Oh", she whimpers, "Can...can I cum?"

"No", I growl, moving my hand down and rubbing her clit

"Fff..fuck", she moans, her pussy gushing around my cock

"You know all the guys want to see these tits", I growl, watching them wiggly as she rides my dick hard, "They'd die to see them right now, bouncing like this"

"Mmm?", she says, biting her lip as she bounces, her nails digging into my legs

"And you're giving them a free show. Bending down so they can see your pretty boobs. Hoping you'd flash a nipple"

I know because I wanted her to bend in front of me and flash me

But I'm her boyfriend so it's ok

It's not with the other guys

"But these tits are mine", I growl, as she takes me in, grinding on my length, my head rubbing her spot over and over

I lean over, taking one of her hard nipples in my mouth and sucking on her, the feeling of the hard bump so fucking arousing

She whimpers, her hands moving in my hair, holding on"

"These nipples are mine", I growl, switching to suck on the other, "This pussy is mine. You are mine"

She nods, "Yours. I wore the shirt for you baby"

"Did you? Or did you wear it so you can get attention from the guys?"

Realistically I know she's not like that

She loves me and only me

I believe her when she says she wore the shirt for me

She's always wearing clothes I like on her even though I tell her she doesn't have to

Still she does it for me

But just seeing Hobi look at her pissed me off and made my jealousy come out

"I don't want attention from anyone but you baby", she pants, resuming her bouncing, taking me hard, deep and fast, "Can I cum Joonie?"

"No", I snap, letting go of her nipple and sitting back up, "You're going to make me cum first"

She nods, "Ok baby"

She moves her arms around my neck, kissing me hard

I fall into her kiss, her tongue against mine as I wrap my arm around her, holding her to me

Her kisses are paradise and I can never get enough

Never

I'm so close, the wet sound of her cunt swallowing my cock driving me closer and closer

Moving one hand between us, I play with her clit, her pussy becoming even tighter

She slides down hard, sending me into an intense orgasm as ecstasy slams into me

"Joanne!", I yell, breaking the kiss, leaning my head back on the couch as I cum inside her

I force myself to keep moving my fingers on her clit, her pussy rocking on my dick as she starts coming while I am

"Namjoon!", she cries, her pretty body shaking from pleasure, "Yes Joonie. Oh fuck"

God it's so good, the pleasure from her orgasm keeping me in mine

After, she leans against me, her face buried in my neck, my arms moving around her, holding her

"I love you Jo", I tell her, rubbing her back

"I love you Joonie", she murmurs

I know she does and I'm grateful for her love

"I need to wear shirts like this more often", she giggles

I laugh, kissing the top of her hair, holding her until everyone comes back and we have to get up

[suzukiblu]

Could I request Jason/Match? 👀

“Mmm, fucking spoiling me here, Hood,” fake Superboy moans breathily, pinning him harder against the wall with his body and fumbling for his belt with one hand as the other squeezes his hip hard enough to make the body armor creak. Jason doesn’t bristle, but only because if he were the kind of person to ever sell out a lie that easy when he was supposed to be playing along, he’d have been dead long before Joker ever got him. 

Before Bruce ever even met him at all, in fact. 

“So how do I get into this thing so I can return the favor?” fake Superboy asks, trailing his fingers meaningfully along Jason’s belt with the flash of a wicked grin. “I know there’s a Bat-booby-trap or three between me and the goods, but I’ll make it worth your while if you lemme in. You wanted me to shut up anyway, right?” 

Jason does not actually want a fucking imposter who’s clearly up to some shit to suck his dick no matter whose face that imposter is wearing, but is feeling increasingly close to freaking the fuck out and having a very hard time being smart about this. Just–smart. Smart. He needs to be smart about this. He needs to be the one with the plan. He just needs a plan, at this point. Literally any fucking illusion of a plan. 

Unfortunately, all the Bat-preparation in the world did not actually prepare him for a fake Superboy turning up on a random Gotham rooftop and trying to get into his pants while his damn panic button wasn’t working.

[yutofia]

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Omg expand on this plsss

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Omg expand on this plsss

expanding on ruben cumming untouched from his boobs alone? on it🤭

warning: smut so MINORS DNI

so imagine both of you are naked on his bed, you hovering over him as you're having a hot make out session. you start kissing his neck, slowly trailing your kisses down towards his chest. he moans, moving a hand up to card it through your hair. "Fuck... that feels so fucking good..." he whimpers quietly, hips jerking up slightly towards you even as he tries to relax and enjoy the sensation of your mouth on him. "Please..."

you brush your lips against his nipples. he moans louder as a result, his back arching slightly as your tongue circles his nipple. "Fuck... oh fuck... that's it..." He pants, hand tightening in your hair as you begin to kiss and lick them. "Oh god..." he whimper. "Mmmm" you moan as you pull his right nipple into your mouth, your hand kneading his other pec. he moans loudly, feeling his nipple harden almost painfully at the attention. his hips buck up, pressing against your stomach. he watches as you pull back and break the connection with a string of saliva. ".. I want... please..." he whines quietly, tugging slightly on your hair to try and get you to come back down. "You want me to make you cum from sucking on your nipples baby?" you ask softly, his hips jerking against you in response, feeling his cock twitch and leak precum against your stomach as he gets closer to cumming just from the thought of it. "Please... oh god..." he pleads. you lower your lips to his other nipple, flicking it with your tongue and nibbling it. "Such a needy manwhore" you smirk against his nipple as you tug it with your teeth. he feels his entire body stiffen and tremble as he gets closer. "Ahh... oh fuck... yeah... a manwhore... for you..." he whines, feeling his cock twitch as he spills himself between your stomach and his abs, cumming undone. "fuck! good boy" you praise as you look down at the mess he's made. you squeeze his pecs(boobies🤭) to ease him out. he moans weakly as you start to knead his pecs, already feeling some relief as his nipples calm down from the over-sensitivity after he came. He pants hard, trying to catch his breath as he looks down at the mess of a cum he's made. "... God...

you smirk and lean down to lick his stimulated nipples. he groans, his body shivering and trembling from the over-sensitivity after he came. "Nnh... ah... t-that feels good..." he whines, feeling himself getting hard again already. you move your lips towards his abs and lower stomach, where it's covered in his sticky cum. he gasps with surprise as you start licking the cum off his abs and lower abs, making him squirm as he tries to look down at you. "F-fuck... you're so... god, that turns me on so... so much..." he groans. you move your lips lower and lower towards his cum covered cock. he feels his muscles jump from the sensation. "Nnh... N-no, wait... I-I can't..." He tries to pull away slightly, but you hold him down firmly. "Mmm... ah... more sensitive there baby..."

you trail your tongue over the veins between his delicious V line, he's a mess beneath you. you then start to lick the prominent vein on his cock. it twitches at your teasing, his chest heaving as he pants with need. "Mmm... y-yes, ah, nnnh..." He moans, feeling his cock hardening slowly for you again. "You're so goooood... at this..." you smirk at his reaction. "Mmmm such a pretty cock...so needy for my attention" you say before you lower your head, wrapping your lips around it. his cock throbs and hardens further at your words, gasping as you take him inside your mouth. his fingers tangle in your hair as he moans louder and louder, unable to control himself. "Ahh... fuck... s-so good, so hot... hhhm..." you bob your head up and down, gently squeezing his full balls at the same time, causing his hips to buck as he thrusts into your mouth. "Ah, f-fuck... I'm gonna-, I'm gonna...!" he cries out, hips jerking suddenly as he comes hard in your mouth. you feel his balls tighten and twitch in your hand as he empties himself completely....

[thehypnone]

Sundown: Chapter 5

and Mushy May '24 Day 5: Animals

WC: 800

Relationship: SwissAlps + PhantomRainDrop

Tags: Transfeminine Mountain, AU; Cowboy!Swiss x Barmaid!Mountain, Sexual Humor, Horse Racing

The feeling of wind in their faces, the rhythm of their horses’ gallops, the immaculate feeling of freedom…that’s something none of them would ever exchange for anything else.

Notes: This one is for day five of @forlorn-crows' Mushy May 2024! The prompt is animals and I had to channel my yearning for horses here lmao

Read chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 5 under the cut or on AO3.

Mounty wakes up to something cold and…wet on her chest. Right in the middle of it, just between her tits. She yawns and tries to stretch her arms above her head, only to find out her limbs are trapped by a heavy weight sprawled out on top of her. She opens her eyes and suddenly it all makes sense.

Swiss is laying on her dead asleep, with his head shoved under Mounty’s sleepshirt. His arms are wrapped tightly around her middle and his face is right between her boobs. Drooling.

With the weight and wetness explained, Mounty chuckles and relaxes again. There’s no way she’s moving any time soon with Swiss trapping her like this.

He wakes up not long after, nuzzling his face into the barmaid’s chest and scratching her delicate skin with his stubble.

“Mmm…Momo…” he slurs and Mounty chuckles at her newest nickname; just for when they’re alone and Swiss is all soft on her.

“Good morning, darling. Fancy telling me how you ended up in there?” The barmaid smiles, even though he can’t see it. He can definitely hear it, though, and he sighs as she starts gently scratching his back, too.

“Hmpf…boobies,” he explains.

“Ah, of course,” Mounty chuckles. Now that Swiss has gotten—as he calls it—boobie privileges he doesn’t waste any opportunity to indulge himself. And the barmaid loves him too much, is too soft for him, and so she can never deny him anything.

Still, they have plans for the day, so after just a little bit more snuggling they end up at Rain’s place eating breakfast. Swiss, Mounty, Phantom, Rain, and Dewdrop are all there and even despite the lively conversations taking place, they finish eating quite quickly, ready for the more exciting part of their shared day.

They all get up and go out into the stables where Dewdrop has tacked up everyone’s horses earlier and soon enough one by one they’re climbing on. Rain laughs when Swiss winces when he gets on and sits on the hard saddle, “Mounty’s got you good again?”

Neither the man, nor his girl, answer, but their blushes tell Rain all he needs to know.

“Found out he likes it up the ass and now he can’t get enough, I bet,” Dewdrop throws in and Phantom snorts at it.

“Leave him be,” Mounty says, chuckling, as she looks at Swiss apologetically. He’s hiding a little under the rim of his hat—blushing deeply—but there’s a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Just don't stay behind 'cause you got fucked good last night.” Dewdrop winks at him and his horse whinnies as if in agreement. “That’s it.”

“Sure, sure,” Swiss finally speaks. “You’re just tryna find out if you can win thanks to it.”

“Even Dew isn’t that delusional,” Rain mutters, but it’s still loud enough for all of them to hear. Dewdrop throws him an offended look, but the other just shrugs. He’s got a point.

With a few more laughs and affectionate jokes they get on the road that leads out of the little town and to a few acres of an empty space. It’s perfect for racing.

The way there is just long enough to do some walking and trotting, perfect to warm themselves and their horses up before the near maniacal galloping.

When they reach their racing spot they move to stand in line, ready to run.

“Come on, girlie,” Swiss says to his horse, leaning down over her neck to pat her encouragingly. “You’re my good girl, we ain’t ever gonna lose.”

“Should I be jealous of that horse?” Mounty whispers to Phantom.

“Hard to say,” they giggle under their breath. The both of them shake their heads and laugh, roughly preparing for the race, too.

“Done sweet talking?” Dewdrop calls out. Swiss shows him his middle finger.

But they are all ready, and so Rain begins the count, “Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

“Go!” he yells and it’s immediately overtaken by the horses’ neighs and the booming noise of their hooves hitting the dry ground.

The feeling of wind in their faces, the rhythm of their horses’ gallops, the immaculate feeling of freedom…that’s something none of them would ever exchange for anything else. Each and everyone has it in their blood; they need it to stay alive, to stay sane.

Swiss laughs and the wind is choking him, but he couldn’t care less. He can’t not smile and laugh as he watches Mounty and her mare running side by side with him and Monty. She looks so happy it hurts, and Swiss never wants to see her less than so.

He doesn’t care much about Rain, Phantom, and Dewdrop all running just behind the other two. Or anything other than his girl, really.

They are all free and there’s nothing else that matters.

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

mmm should i draw more Brendan boobies?... that's always the question