#was waiting for a pretty girl in the mall parking lot

[rebelspykatie]

Part 1 of 2 🧦🧵

Part 2 | AO3

It’s the socks that break his resolve. Of course it’s the socks.

The first time he saw them, he wasn’t even sure what he was feeling. Steve Harrington waltzing into gym class in those knee high white socks wasn’t what Eddie expected to solidify his sexuality during the crisis phase of sophomore year, but he knew what he felt in that moment would change him forever. The way he couldn’t take his eyes off them. How he finally understood the whispers he heard from girls in the hallways. That fluttering in his stomach when Steve ran past his spot on the bleachers. 

There was no going back after that. Sophomore year was just the awakening. Over the years it turned into an obsession, the way he made sure he was in the building whenever Steve might be wearing them at gym class or during a game. He was disappointed when he showed up and Steve was sporting ankle socks, grumbling about it the whole way home, but staying to watch either way. 

It didn’t escape his notice that Steve looked hot in anything. Those small green shorts left little to the imagination. But there was something about the socks that did it for him. The way they stood out, perfect white against his tan skin. How they hugged his calves and the material strained to fit over muscles. The colored rings around the top bleed dull from the stretch of the fabric. The direct connection they had to his burgeoning sexuality emerging during that fateful gym class. 

Maybe it was the peak of leg hair inching out over the tops. A rare sight in the fall when he’s shaved hairless for swim season. Eddie gets a different thrill during that time of the year, hiding under the bleachers to watch Steve in his tiny speedo. But no, basketball season was more his speed. Pretending he’s there to sell while camping out to catch a glimpse of Steve in small shorts and knee highs. 

By senior year, he knows Steve hangs out at the Forest Hills park with some of the other guys from the basketball team. And this time he wasn’t even seeking him out, he just happened to be passing by after school on his way home and honed in on Steve’s car in the parking lot. If he camps out in that park to sell that summer, hoping to catch a glimpse of Steve, it’s no one’s business but his own. 

When Starcourt happens, it makes Eddie’s life easier. He doesn’t have to sneak around in a mall, he can blend in and fade into the crowd without anyone knowing his true reason for showing up in that overcrowded nightmare fuel of a place. He can sip on his orange Julius and watch as Steve flirts with everyone that comes into Scoops. He waits patiently for Steve to take his turn cleaning, bent over the tables with his back to the entrance, calves pulled taunt as he bends to pick up garbage from around booths. The socks aren’t quite as high as the Hawkins gym issued ones, but they’re still putting on a good show. 

He’s pretty sure Steve never caught wind of his presence, how he’s creeped on him for years harboring an idiotic crush. Borderline stalking. There’s no recognition on his face when Eddie holds a bottle to his throat while he’s running for his life. After surviving, they become friends and somehow that’s worse than being a nobody to Steve. 

Suddenly, he’s up close and personal with everything he’s been watching from afar. He doesn’t get to see his beloved socks for a long time, but it doesn’t mean that Steve isn’t torturing him. There are pool parties where he suffers through another round of tight shorts, this time dripping wet and clinging to areas Eddie desperately wants to see. There are movie nights in the dead of summer, Steve shirtless and hairier than ever, lounging across the couch and inches away from Eddie’s twitchy hands. There are sleepovers where Eddie gets to witness a sleep ruffled Steve blearily searching for coffee with his hair standing at a truly incredible height off his head. 

All of it was just a dumb crush, something he tried to hide away. There’s no way Steve feels the same. He resigns himself to exposure therapy, hoping with enough time it’ll go away. As if he hasn’t spent five years watching from afar as Steve grows into a man and becomes the kind of person Eddie wants to bring home at night. 

So of course, because the universe is a cruel bitch that never lets Eddie off easy, it’s the socks that break his resolve. They’re going to the county fair, all the teens, and Steve shows up in tiny little blue shorts with dumb knee high socks. Eddie’s brain is completely fried by the time he’s even out of his van. They’re the same stark white he remembers, with three blue rings around the top, stretched to their limits, just like Eddie’s restraint. He’s even wearing a gray Hawkins high basketball shirt, like he’s aware that he’s stepping right into Eddie’s dirty little fantasy. 

It’s slow torture, following him around the fair, acting like he’s not effected every time he catches a glimpse of Steve. Redirecting his line of sight every time Steve turns around and avoiding Robin’s knowing gaze. The inside of his cheek is sore from biting it to stop himself from opening his big, dumb mouth. 

He’s so, so well behaved until they get home. Everyone else heading out and leaving him and Steve alone. All it takes is Steve reaching for a glass in the kitchen, on tiptoes, his own private show, socks moving with the flex of his calves, for his restraint to snap. He lets out a moan before he even knows it’s happening, freezing in the dead silence, his own stupidity echoing in his head. When Steve turns around and looks at him with that adorable surprised puppy look, he’s a goner, crossing the room and spinning Steve around to trap him against the counter, glass clutched in his hand. 

“You and these damn socks, Harrington.”

Steve sets the glass down, but doesn’t push Eddie away. In fact, he pulls Eddie closer, wrapping a hand around his neck, “I thought you’d never get the hint.” And kisses him.

Part 2 | AO3

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #katie writes

[vibeswithisha]

reader trying to make connie mad and instantly regrets it once she gets fucked the shit out of? 😛🍵‼️.

cw | smut, squirting, dirty talk, pet names, praise, degrading

You knew how to make Connie mad, and today you thought it was a good idea to do that by wearing a short black mini skirt while you guys went shopping at the mall. Everyone was looking and to top it off you bent over a couple of times, it didn't take long for connie to notice you didn't have panties on. Oh boy that man was pissed.

"Connie wait I wanted to buy that new purse" you said as you were being dragged by the arm to the 2023 black srt in the parking lot.

"Get your ass In that backseat right now y/n" Without hesitation you got in the backseat after you were fully in connie slammed the door and made his way to the other side of the car and got in the backseat with you.

"you think you so funny right mama?" Connie asked in a deep voice with one of his tatted hands wrapped around your throat choking you slightly. You knew you shouldn't have went out in public in a mini skirt with no panties on but you wanted to play dangerous today.

"I don't know what you talking about baby" you told him as you looked him in the eye everytime this man choked you, you would feel a heat in between your thighs it wasn't helping that you didn't have no panties on so you felt some of your juices touch your thigh.

"Since you wanna play dumb, ima fuck you dumb"

"Sit on my lap and lean on the console"

Doing as you were told you sat on Connies lap facing the wind shield, you felt his thick hard bulge through his sweats, your wet folds leaving a wet spot on his sweats as you move around on his lap. Connie lifted your skirt up and seen how wet you were and he couldn't help but smack and rub your ass with his large tattooed hand.

"Look at you all wet, was it because them people was watching you?" "you such a slut mama" Connie said in his deep voice. "Since u wanna be such a slut you gonna ride this dick" Connie told you as he began pulling his cock out, connie was around 9in and thick and it had a curve to it which you loved so much. He raised his hand to his mouth and spit on his fingers to use at lubricant , he rub the spit on his light mushroom tip. You couldn't help but get more wet thinking about his cock being deep inside you.

Connie held onto your waist with one hand and the other holding his cock as he rubbed it along your slick wet pussy and slapping it on your ass. You were getting impatient so you slid down on Connies tip, you let a soft whine as you began to sit fully down allowing his whole cock to sink in.

"That's right pretty girl sit on papa dick"

"Go ahead ride this dick 'm not helping you"

You began to bounce with your hands gripping the console, you felt yourself tighten around connie dick as you picked up the pace, the recoil of your ass connecting to Connies thighs caused the sound of skin to skin. Connie loved when you act up, he was a brat tamer he doesn't play any games when it comes to you.

Connie looked down and watched the mess you was making on his dick, a white ring around his dick appeared. He slapped your ass harshly as he felt you tighten around him. "Fuck...that's right be a good slut and ride this dick and cream all over it" he groaned as he grip your hair and pulling it.

"F-fuck papa I can't...it's too much" you whined as you felt your legs start to tired out, the squelches of your wet pussy grew louder and louder, you bounced your hips into his abdomen feeling the thickness and length of his dick inside you. You're juices coating the inside of your thighs and spilled onto Connies thighs.

Connie began thrusting his hips into you making you jump forward, he wrapped an arm around your neck pulling you back. "nah don't run this from dick take it" "you such a good girl creaming on my dick" he whispered as he felt close to his end, he thrusted in you a few more time before he came filling your wet pussy.

"S-shit..papa.." you moaned as you felt his cum filling you up, following behind you came on his dick legs shaking as you reach your orgasm feeling pure bliss.

Connie slapped your ass a few more times before pulling out, his dick was coated in your cream. He watched as his cum was spilling out of your folds onto his thigh. God he loved this view.

"Wait till we get home 'm stuff that pussy"

You regretted making connie mad, knowing once you get home it was over for you.

#connie x reader #x black reader #incorrect aot quotes #connie smut #connie springer #black fem reader #black reader smut #smut

[sensei-venus]

Wait omg your Anthony x reader was pure gold. I live for getting caught scenes. But the part with Hawk 🤣

Could you write something with Hawk x Chubby reader where they are dating and he catches Anthony checking out her out?

(Unedited) ( Possibly part 2? Idk if it fits a part 2 or not)

The pool was packed for it not being summer yet. The whole dojo finally decided to come together once again and go to the pool. No karate war going on meant actually getting to have fun at the pool for once. Everyone loved the idea of going to the pool on the weekend to hang out and have some good old fun on a hot cali day.

Hawk picked up his girlfriend in his car and they headed towards the pool.

Reader couldn’t help but giggle as she pulled her bag into her lap in the passenger side seat. Her face was beaming with a smile on her lips. Hawk raised a brow as he watched the road infront of them.

“I am so excited! I bought a new bathing suit just for today. When I found out we got invited to go to the pool I couldn’t help but get a brand new one. I haven’t bought a new one since last summer.”

Hawk hummed at her words, he was happy to see her so excited about a simple outing to the pool.

“ Should I ask about this new bathing suit or should I just wait and be surprised?”

“Well I would hope your surprised about it! But I think you have already seen it. It was something I tried on at the mall a couple weeks back, when you, me and Miguel where hanging out? We meet him in the food court for lunch.”

Honestly, Hawk didn’t remember that trip to much. He mostly just remembered meeting Miguel for lunch. He bought them all ice cream at the small place in the food court.

Also the fact that right after him and Reader left, they fucked in the back of the car in the mall parking lot. It was super clear in his head because he had actually ripped her panties and he promised to buy her a new set the next time they went to the mall again. It was a fun time.

“I’m just going to wait and see, I get to see you all wet this time.”

Reader huffed and punched him in the shoulder making him grin and scoff.

When they finally made it to the pool Hawk parked his car and the two teens got out. He hugged Reader close as they walked up to the entrance where they met Miguel,Sam,Moon and Demetri who where hanging around out front. All of the still had their normal clothes on. Once Moon and Sam got a look at the two they practically ripped Reader away from Hawk. Reader waved to her boyfriend before she was pulled in by the two girls and dragged to the changing rooms and bathroom’s. Sam spoke up first talking about how excited she was to finally get to go swimming again. Moon talked about how her mom gifted her a new bathing suit, a skimpy bikini set that matched her eyes. At least that’s what her mom said.

Going into one of the stalls Reader changed into her new bikini set.

Reader slowly opened her stall door and came out. Sam and Moon where already done getting into their swim suits and stood outside her stall. They both gasped at her, for a minute Reader wanted to hide thinking maybe her bikini didn’t actually look as cute as she though. Her hand and arms tried to cover her self before the other two girls where borderline jumpy on her. Her eyes widened as Moon squealed.

“Omg your outfit is so cute! Did you get it at the mall??? I want to get one too.”

“Reader you look so cute in that bikini. It suites you perfectly.”

Readers cheeks felt hot as she uncovered her self again. She nodded and they talked for a moment about her bikini.

The three girls headed back out and into the main part of the pool area. They quickly spotted some of the boys. Robby and Demetri where already in the water with Tory throwing a ball around and swimming. Miguel and Hawk sat on the sidelines, most likely trying to protect their seats. The park was pretty busy now. Hawk pulled his shades down as the girls came into the picture. His eyes scanning over Reader as she moved though the small crowed of people and into his view. He watched as her thighs and belly jiggled with every step and the way her breasts moved up and down. The fact that her tits where still in the top was amazing to him.

She looked fucking hot.

As she got closer she smiled and waved at the two boys. Miguel gave a small wave as he pointed to a few empty seats beside them. All three girls finally got over to the boys and sat down. Reader made a beeline to the seat next to Hawk, he smirked as she sat down, his eyes following the swell of her ass as she sat down next to him. She dropped her bag between the two chairs and sighed. Hawk leaned over and gave her a small kiss and she gladly accepted. The two pulled apart and Hawk put his sunglasses back up.

Reader looked around for a minute before reaching for her bag and unzipping it. Her hands searched around for a good minute or two before she realized what she forgot. She felt bad for asking.

“Babe can you go check your car for me? I think I left my sunscreen in the car. I don’t want any of us burning under this sun. Especially you, one sun burn and your out of commission hun.” Hawk fake grunted and mumbled about going to grab it from the car for her. She gave a small “thank you Hawk~” as he left in search of the forgotten sunscreen. With him gone she turned over and looked to her friends to talk to while he was gone.

A thick mop of black hair moved though the crowed and caught her eye.

“Is it bad that I forgot Anthony was coming? Poor guy I completely forgot about him.”

“I’m his sister and sometimes I forget him too, don’t feel to bad.”

The younger boy stud by the pool for a few minutes as they talked. Reader looked over at him a few times to make sure he was ok, he seemed to be staring at something over by them. She shrugged it off and kept talking to her friends. She didn’t think about it again until she looked over and in a split second saw Anthony being shoved into the pool by some random kid. Reader couldn’t help but get up and run over to pool to see if he was alright. He hit the water hard and splashed right into the deep end. Reader quickly grabbed the boy from the water and help him haul himself up and out of the water. He coughed and spit up a bit of water as he gasped for air.

“Oh my god Anthony are you ok?! Did you hit your head when you fell in? Come on let’s get you dried off.”

She pulled the teen to his feet and lead him over to where she was sitting originally. Sam looked over and rolled her eyes before going back to sunbathing.

Anthony sat down on the pool chair, completely drenched in water. He basically looked like a wet cat. His eyes where a bit glazed over and his breath a little messed up from all the water he just inhaled. But his eyes where still working.

That’s how he got a eye full of Readers ass that was basically out for show as she searched around in her bag for a extra towel. He couldn’t stop himself from watching as she jiggled with each movement. Bent over right in front of him. He gulped as she turned around with a fresh clean towel in her hands.

“Good thing I pack extra. Let’s get you dry. Let’s hope you didn’t get to much water in your ears, nasty ear infection that would be.” She smiled as she throw the dry towel on his head and started drying his hair and face.

Then his eyes where planted on her huge tits that where right in his face. Every time she shook his head she was jiggling them right into his face. If he moved even a inch he would be right in between them. His face planted right into her pillowy cleavage. She could basically smother him. His eyes where wide as he watched them move.

That was until she stopped and big hands slammed down on his shoulder making him jump a little in the chair.

Man hands.

“Don’t worry Princess I got him. I’ll help him dry off and keep a eye on him. Don’t want him walking around with a concussion or anything. Here’s that sunscreen, found it on the floor bored. Maybe you should go see if Sam needs some while I take care of Anthony here.” He slapped his hands down hard on Anthony’s shoulders twice. Reader smiled and nodded before walking over to Sam and offering her some of the sunscreen.

“I’m feeling nice today kid, stop looking at my girlfriends tits and ass or I’ll break your scrawny little knees worse then I broke Demetri’s arm. Clearly we have some things in common and I might just be willing to give you some tips on how to score.”

Anthony looked up at Hawk and nodded.

“ I uhh could do that. What’s your advice?”

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #eli hawk moskowitz #cobra kai hawk x reader #cobra kai hawk #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz smut #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz #cobra kia eli #cobra kai x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #cobra kai anthony #anthony larusso

[carolmunson]

once bitten, twice shy (pbv!steve x f!thick reader)

finally, we made it. been writing this since october with breaks in between. if you're new to the pbv!steve universe (which is just an incredibly wealthy big money version of steve), i'd recommend reading 'peanut butter vibe' first.

here, steve invites his thick hottie bestie (you, who we're calling natalie because i HATE 'y/n') to his office holiday party. this fic has everything: sugardaddy!steve, casual dominance, office sex, unrequited love, some guy named rob -- anyway, enjoy. warnings/content prev: piv sex (protected), fingering/oral (f receiving), mentions of oral (m receiving) some angst/unrequited feelings, casual dominance, light spanking, office sex, sort of a 'boss' kink?? idk what to call it, rich people behavior, snide comments about thick!reader but not really about her body, some body descriptions but nothing wild, mentions of clothing sizes, lots of fluff, steve is a hot hot hottie throughout. little christmas light dividers by @newlips

“Is it fancy?” you ask, “I don’t really have anything to wear to a cocktail party.”

“Is it fancy?” you ask, “I don’t really have anything to wear to a cocktail party.”

“Is it fancy?” you ask, “I don’t really have anything to wear to a cocktail party.”

“I’ll take you to get something tomorrow,” he insists.

“I can buy my own dress, Steve,” you sigh, he can hear the eye roll through the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, everyone in Indiana knows you can buy your own dress, Manhattan, we get it,” Steve’s eye roll is even more audible than yours, “But you only have to get one because I’m asking you to come to this party. Let me get it for you.”

“Steve,” you scold, “No.”

“I have to finish shopping anyway — don’t you still have to finish getting gifts for your niece? We can go to the mall, two birds one stone!” he quickly adds. He hopes the thought of your niece’s tiny toes in some new little socks or a cute little outfit will soften you up.

“The mall is going to be a mess, Steve. It’s the weekend before Christmas,” you complain.

“We can go to a boutique or something,” he counters, determined to get you in a dress so you had no reason not to go to this party.

“Boutiques in Indiana aren’t making dresses for girls like me, Harrington,” you laugh, he doesn’t. He’s quiet for a moment until you hear his signature aggravated sigh come through the ear piece.

“You can just say you don’t wanna come,” his voice sounds slightly sullen, “Just wanted to show you the office, since you won’t get a chance to see it after I move.”

“It’s not that I don’t wanna come, Steve,” you say softly, “It’s just..it’s what it implies.”

“It doesn’t have to imply anything! Can’t you just come have fun with me? It’ll be so fun, I promise!” there’s a mild whine to his claim and you have to stifle a laugh.

Breaking News in Indiana: Poor little rich boy wants his big booty Barbie to play with at a party — throws minor tantrum when he might not get what he wants! "Fine, fine, Jesus Christ," you tease, "You're so annoying when you get whiny."

"So I'll pick you up in the morning? Is nine okay?" he asks, voice back to his regular charm. "Yeah, that's fine," you start, "Wait, we're not taking the Porsche to the mall, are we?" "Uh, yeah?" he replies, confused, "Did you want me to take a different car?" "Ugh, Steve that's so tooly," you moan, "You're such a tool."

"I'm about to uninvite you," he huffs, "Do you want me to buy you something pretty tomorrow or--" "I can buy my own dress," you yell over him. He lets out another aggravated sigh. "Tomorrow, nine, in the Porsche," he says finally, you hear the click of the dial tone as soon as he finishes speaking.

The Porsche rolls up at 8:58 and he knows better than to honk the horn, lest he wake your sister's newborn. Instead, he parks and walks up to the porch of your sister's house; knocking on the door and waiting for you with his hands clasped behind his back. When the door opens, he's surprised to see your mom behind it. She smiles, big and warm. She looks familiar, definitely a face in the stands at basketball games because your older sister Carly was a cheerleader. She was a senior when you were both freshman, before Steve was King Steve. "Oh, hi. You must be Steven," she whispers, when the door opens further he spots your little niece propped up high on your mom's chest, "I'm Maureen. Come in, come in. S'way too cold to be standing out here." "Thanks, thank you," he smiles, the kind of smile that makes mom's melt. Steve takes a step inside and your mom steps back, patting the baby's back to burp her. He wipes his shoes on the welcome mat and undoes the buttons on his Hugo Boss wool coat. His cashmere scarf hung loosely over his shoulders down his chest. "I've heard so much about you. Nat should be out in a second," heat blooming in her cheeks, "Make yourself comfortable." Maureen disappears into the kitchen but he can hear the gurgles of your niece and your mom's little titters to her. He leans on the back of the couch, the house smells like you and his heart swells. So this is what it looks like when you go inside after he drops you off. This is where you go when you're not with him. It feels like a secret he's not supposed to know. "Oh, hi, you're in my house," his eyes snap up when he hears your voice. His teeth shine through his smile, he waves with a leather gloved hand. "Good morning," he says, his voice is low and warm. Your heartrate speeds up when he says it. It's awkward when you walk up to him, unsure if you should hug or kiss on the cheek. It's normally never awkward, but you're always meeting at the bar or in his car. He's never been so...available at the first greeting. You don't want to kiss in front of your mom because then she'll have questions. She already asks too many about Steve to begin with. He scans you, your white sweater and jeans, square toe brown boots on your feet. You reach for a black parka on the coat rack and a scarf that he recognizes as a polyblend. He makes a mental note to get you a cashmere one when you're not paying attention. "Good morning," you reply, shrugging the coat on and tossing the scarf around your neck sloppily. He walks towards you, tutting while he does, reaching out to flip your hair out from under the scarf. He readjusts the material so it lays neater against you, tucked in and under the jacket so you actually stay warm. "Gonna freeze if you don't wear it right," he sing songs, shaking his head while he works. "Okay dad," you roll your eyes, swatting his hands away when he goes to zip up your coat, "I can do it." You don't zip your parka up, instead you peek your head into the kitchen and whisper a quick goodbye to your mom and your niece. Maureen appears with the baby again and says a motherly goodbye and 'Merry Christmas' to Steve. "It's very nice to finally meet you, Maureen," he almost flirts, "Have a Merry Christmas." She winks at you when he turns towards the door, mouthing a very enthusiastic 'He's cute.'

You have half a mind to say, 'Yeah, he knows. That's what's so infuriating.' But you think it, instead. You opt to mouth a simple 'Stop,' at her before following him outside towards the car. "You're mom's so sweet," he says when he gets to the side walk from your porch, hand immediately coming out to support you down the icy steps, "Careful." "There's a railing," you explain, using him for support, "It's there so I don't fall." "Well, you're holding my hand anyway, so," he shrugs. You bristle at his coolness, always so slick even when it's innocent. He's so hateable, it's almost unfair how excited he makes you. "As I was saying," he starts again when you make it to the end of the stairs, "Your mom's so nice." "Maureen? Yeah, she's a sweetie," you agree when you get the passenger door. He reaches past you to open it, and in doing so has you chest to chest with him. He lingers there for a moment, looking at you down the slope of his nose. He cocks his head, eyes a little hard, lips pulling into a smirk. "So what happened to you, then?" he teases, lips dangerously close to yours. You catch your mom peaking out of the living room window and sink down into the open door onto the leather seat. "Shut up," you huff, "You're not funny." "I'm so funny," he corrects, shutting the door, appearing on the drivers side moments later. "The stores don't open for at least an hour," you say, buckling into the seat, "Why'd you wanna leave so early?" "Thought we could get breakfast first," he shrugs, looking your over in the passengers side. He bites his lip, eyes flitting from your thighs to your face, "You look nice."

"It's nine in the morning Harrington, keep it in your pants," you shove his shoulder and he grins while he puts his attention back on the road, pulling forward away from the sidewalk. "It's 9:07 actually," he says, aloof, hand resting on your inner thigh once he had his bearings on the road infront of him, "You're so warm." "Perks of big thighs, I guess," you shrug, "You're wearing gloves though, I think that helps." "Nah, your thighs are just warm," he grins again, "Haven't had to buy ear muffs for the last five years cause'a them."

"You're so gross," you turn to him as you say it, exasperated. The car rolls to a stop at a redlight and he turns to look at you. "I'm so gross, huh?" he asks, leaning in. His hand floating from your thigh to under your chin. The leather is smooth on your skin, you can smell his cologne as he moves closer, "S'that why you want me to kiss you so bad?" "I think you wanna kiss me so bad," you tease back. His lips catch yours, fingers gently wrapping around your jaw as they do. The leather sinks into your full cheeks, flush from the cold and the way his mouth fits against yours. His nose bumps your cheek and your ungloved hand finds his, you can feel the smoothness from his shave this morning. Smell his moisturizer, his shaving cream. Taste the mint from his mouth wash in your mouth. A soft hum leaks from your chest and you feel him smile into the kiss before he breaks away, the light turning green against the white cloudy sky. "You're right, I did wanna kiss you so bad," he admits. His hand falls right back on your thigh, hitting the gas to pull onto the highway.

You'd been at it for a couple of hours now, store after store, the mall littered with families and screaming children. "We can go to the west wing. I don't know why you keep avoiding it," he chides. He puts all the shopping bags you've both already accumulated into the hand furthest from you, offering you the empty one. You take it, your other hand empty since he wouldn't let you carry your own bags. "That's the nice part of the mall," you say, "I don't want to spend that much on a dress for one night."

"Then it's a good thing you're not spending any money on it," he smiles. "Steven," you chide, "Enough, pl--" "Don't use that voice with me. I told you a thousand times I want to get you something pretty. So we're getting you something pretty," he urges, "Let's go." The west wing has all the fancy stores in it. Luxury brands, far stretches from Kay Jewelers and JC Penney. You aren't sure if they even carry your size in stores like this, but maybe you'll be surprised. It's not long before he has you in a dressing room, working with the attendants and tossing dress after dress in behind the curtain. Steve sits on one of the waiting area couches with the rest of the men. Your purse and coat is on his lap, the shopping bags resting between his feet. You poke your head out after the fourth dress, looking for an attendant but they're all busy. He notices your nervous face and waves to get your attention. "Need help?" he asks. You flush. "Can you get this zipper for me? It's not a side zipper so I can't reach," you ask. He nods, slinging your purse over himself with the cross body strap, asking the guy next to him to watch the bags with a quick 'Would you mind, chief? Thanks a million.' He comes up to the curtain and sees the front of the dress, red bursting to his cheeks, tinging his ears, "Good fucking lord." "Oh stop it," you blush back. You turn around and zips up the dress, some resistance meeting at the top. You walk closer to the mirror and inspect yourself, scrunching your face at your reflecting. "You don't like it?" he asks with a frown. "It's just not me," you shrug, "It's a little tight, and I don't want to be thinking about that the whole time, y'know?"

He nods, looking over his shoulder to see a dress on the 'put away' rack, dark green and off the shoulder. The style a mix between Herve Leger and vintage Dior. "Ma'am," he calls out when he sees an attendant walk by, "Would you mind pulling that dress for me? The green one?" She scans her hand over the rack and points at it, reading out the size. "That's perfect, actually," he smiles, that winning Harrington smile that makes the girls melt, "Thank you." "You're very welcome," she says sweetly, posture straightening when she brings it over. You peak back out and he turns you around to start the zipper down on the number you'd just tried on. "You look so good in green, try this one," he says, passing it to you, "Very Hawkins High." You hold it up in front of you and consider, it's a bodycon but still somehow classic looking. A velvet piece that you wouldn't have picked out yourself. "Hm, okay, I'll try it," you say, turning to him with a furrowed brow, "Now get out, perv." He smiles, closing the curtain carefully and retreating back to the couches, "Thanks for watching the bags, man." The guy smiles, "Us husbands gotta look out for each other, right?"

Steve bites his lip in a toothy grin, nodding, "Yeah, for sure."

"How long you been married?" he asked. "Few years," he lies, it's fun to lie when people have asked about you before. He'd get comments every now and again at Porter's, have chats with bar stoll warmers about you like you'd been together forever. "Few years? You look like babies," he laughs, the gray smattered in the man's hair shines in the pristine white lights of the store. "When you know, you know," Steve shrugs. The man nods, "They do say that, don't they? Well, I'll give ya a little advice. Fifteen years down the line, here -- they aren't lying when they say 'happy wife, happy life'. So just, y'know, do whatever she says and you're golden." "Great advice, honey," a woman's voice coo's above them. Steve sees her Vivienne Westwood shoes first, head tilting up to see a very expensive woman in front of him. She has a few dresses in her hand that he immediately stands up and takes from her. "Merry Christmas, kid," he says while they head out, the wife nods toward Steve in acknowledgement and he gives them a small wave. "Oh Steve, this is it, this is the one," you say, stepping out of the dressing room with the dress in your arm, the 'no's' in the other. His shoulders slump, "You didn't even let me see it."

"It'll be a surprise. You'll see it tomorrow night," you smile. He instinctively gets up and takes the dresses you don't want to hang up them for you on the rack. You exchange them for your purse and jacket, scarf previously abandoned in a shopping bag. "You all set to go? You have any other shopping you wanna do?" you ask.

"Hmm," he thinks, "Let's stop by jewelry first."

"Something for your mom?" you ask, putting your parka back on. "Something for you," he says, "To go with that dress."

"No, no, I have jewelry at home. I'll ask my mom if I can borrow something," you wave your hand off at him while you walk out of the dressing area and back into the store together. "Hey, hey," he shushes you, raising his neck to look into your eyes, "Let me spoil you a little, okay?"

"You already got me a new scarf and gloves," you say earnestly, "It's too much, Steve."

"You needed a new scarf and gloves," he says knowingly, "Let's get you a necklace to go with that dress, hm? You need shoes, too?" "I'm drawing the line at shoes," you warn, putting your purse over yourself while you walk through the beauty section, "I brought plenty of shoes with me."

He shrugs, "Suit yourelf."

Monday night comes quicker than expected, but you'd stayed the night at Steve's after shopping, only to wake up in the late morning with him the next day. You'd been up late fucking mercilessly wrapping gifts with each other, teaching him how to curl ribbon, watching him fold wrapping paper with obscene precision. The only reason you went home is because he had to go into the office to finish up some reports. You arrive around seven-thirty, a little late but still there, heels clicking on the marble floor of the lobby -- and there he is, waiting for you behind the turnstyles to the elevators -- suit jacket fitting him almost criminally.

"Fashionably late?" he teases, opening the side gate to let you through to him, "Everyone thinks my date stood me up."

"Oh, I'm sure your secretary will be so disappointed to know I'm here," you joke back.

"I don't fuck my secretary," he shakes his head, hitting the call button, "I fuck Rob's secretary. God, do you ever listen to me when I talk?"

Rob, Steve's work nemesis.

"Oh forgive me, there's so only many office flings I can keep up with," you say, stepping into the elevator. You take off your scarf from under your coat, revealing the necklace Steve bought you at the mall. He smiles to himself, seeing your adorned by his gifts. The scarf, the necklace, the gloves. He's excited to see the dress, it's all he thought about today. When you get the floor of the party, you wince a bit at the noise. It's rowdy, a lot of the men are already drunk. And boy is it, fancy. Men in suits, women is cocktail dresses in sky-high heels, hair in big blowouts with glowing gold and silver jewelry. You're suddenly thankful for the necklace Steve bought you. You'd been around your fair share of fancy in New York, but never really living it outside of your own work holiday parties. Sometimes you forget that this is Steve's day to day. "The actual offices are the next floors up, this is just our meeting hall. They really go all out, huh?" he smiles, "Let me bring you to coat check." On the walk to coat check you scan the room, it's decked out in gold and red. Ten foot Christmas trees sit in every corner, draped in garland, ribbon, and tinsel. Lights leaving a soft glow out of the floor to ceiling windows of the room. Intricately placed curtains of warm white christmas lights hang from the ceiling, dress the walls and windows. The room is a halo, glowing and warm. In the center of the room is the open dance floor, flanked by tables covered in white cloths -- drinks already littering them. Speakers boom top 40 and Christmas music, chatter and laughter booms over it.

"Here, let me get it," he says when you reach the coat check area, a little set up of a few racks with a sweet woman at a table, writing out tickets for you to keep track of for the end of the night. He undoes the buttons of your coat and you shrug it off slowly. His eyes round and he gulps, mouth going dry at the sight of you.

"Jesus Christ," he breathes out, pulling your coat back over you, "You can't be serious rigt now."

"What?" you ask, suddenly self concious, "Does it look bad?"

"No, oh my god, no, it's..." he pulls your coat away again and sucks in a sharp intake of breath, "If I knew you were gonna look like this, I wouldn't have let you wear it here. Can't have everyone looking at you when you're here with me."

He looks you over, the way your breasts sit in the sweetheart neckline, how tightly it clings to your curves, the shape of your hipes, the outline of your belly in the fabric. He licks his lips, knowing he's not strong enough to see you from the back just yet.

"God damn," he shakes his head, "You're gonna kill me." "Well, you look very handsome too," the compliment is genuine but it doesn't register for him. He's busy looking at your glossed lips, the necklace places perfectly above your chest, the smell of your perfume. He licks his lips and your words finally hit him, so does the feeling of the fabric of your coat in his hands. "Th-thank you," he smiles, "Thanks." He checks your jacket and gives the lady at the table a $20 even though the coat check is free. Waiters walk around with hor d'ourves and drinks and he reaches for the champagne flutes, nodding to you to see if you want one. "It's kind of chilly, is there coffee or anything?" you ask, running your hands over your arms. "There's hot toddy's," he says, "They're by the bar but you don't like whiskey."

"I can pretend to like it for right now," you smile, he smiles back, placing his champagne flute on a table that he'd been sat at earlier, your name card placed on the seat next to him. He takes your hand and leads you to the bar, running his own hands over arms to warm you up while you wait behind a small line of people.

"This is pretty," you tell him, "Looks like everyone is having a good time."

"Half of these guys have been drinking since four," he laughs a little, "I'd hope they're having a good time."

"Oh, Harrington, is this her?" you hear a gruff voice ask. Steve's arm sling protectively around your waist at the sound. "This is she," he says back, he presents you like a trophy to him. His best Vanna White while he scans a hand over you to show you off. "Rob Delaney," he smiles, a smile that rivals Steve's, and offers his hand. He is devilishly handsome, no wonder Steve hates him so much, "You must be the girl that's got Harrington running to the big city."

"I think it's the pay raise that has him running to the big city, but thank you," you giggle, shaking his hand. It's a firm shake, a businessman's shake. You feel the chill of his gold pinky ring brush against your skin. "Pretty thing like you got a name?" he flirts, you feel Steve pull you closer, his hand splaying at the curve of your waist. Your face heats up at the feeling, knowing he doesn't like sharing you even though you weren't his to begin with. "Natalie," you smile. "Natalie," he repeats, giving you a once over, "Pretty name for a pretty girl." "Well, thank you," you say politely, letting go of his hand. He puts his own in his pants pocket, smiling at the both of you. "It's nice to meet you. Save me a dance, will ya?" he smirks when he asks.

"Don't know how free I'll be for a dance, Delaney," Steve replies with a tight voice, ffingers digging into the velvet of your dress, "She's kinda got me tied up all night. Maybe next time." Rob nods, biting back at snicker before walking away with his drink. "See, angel, this dress is dangerous," Steve says in your ear, you hold back from having your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling of his voice in your chest. He orders your hot toddy and a whiskey on the rocks for himself, you nurse it slowly back to the table -- the drink is strong and the food here is light. You feel lucky you ate dinner before you left or else this night would've been ten times more dangerous than the dress you were wearing.

An hour and two hot toddies later and you're chatty at the table with Steve's work friends. He glows while he watches you, the way you are able to blend in so seamlessly with everything. Like you've known these people longer than he has.

"And so I'm still on the phone after he puts me on hold for thirty minutes," you continue through gasps and giggles, the whole table is crying with laughter, "And -- and he comes back and is like, "Oh ma'am, I'm so sorry. Did you say L'Oreal? I thought this was the Oriole's marketing office!"

The table erupts in laughter, feet stomping, glasses clinking while men bang on the table. The women dab tears away with their napkins. Business talk, business jokes. Two big kids in their parents clothes again, at a fancy office party that they don't need to go to.

"Oh god," Steve's co-worker says, face red with liquor and laughter, "That is fuckin' marketing for you. I'm gonna go get a drink, you all want another round?" The group at the table nods, but Steve waves off a no for both of you. 'Last Christmas' flows through the speakers and some people have found their way to the dance floor. He takes the hand resting on your lap and gives it a light squeeze to get your attention. "Hey," you say, turning towards him.

"Hey," he says back, thumb brushing your skin, "You wanna dance with me?" You blush, nodding when he stands up. He's almost too charming, who are you to say no to him.

“Happy Christmas, I wrapped it up and sent it — with a note saying I loved you, I meant it —” Steve mouthed along with the words dramatically, guiding you to the dance floor on gliding backwards feet. His hips swayed expertly — surprising since he didn’t strike you as much of a dancer. You saw him at many a homecoming dance, he was not incredibly impressive in the 80s.

“Now I know, what a fool I’ve been, but if you kiss me now, I know you’d fool me again,” he sings along softly while he pulls you into him. His hand presses against your lower back until you’re chest to chest, hips against his hips, holding your other hand outside the both of you. Your face burns in the low light, noticing the other couples on the dance floor — women with engagement rings and wedding bands, women introduced as ‘my girlfriend _____’ who would be fiancés soon.

“When did you get so good at dancing?” you ask, looking up at him.

“This year to save me from tears — been going to a lot of weddings — give it to someone special,” he explained through his soft singing, “Got good at dancing so I could pick up bridesmaids. What about you?”

You scoff at his answer before answering yourself, "I was always a good dancer, Steve."

"How was I supposed to know?" he shrugged. Hair falls in his face when he leans forward to brush his nose against yours, his tell that he wants to kiss you.

"Should've danced with you at prom," he mumbles, resting his forehead down on yours.

"I didn't go to prom," you smile, moving your head on his chest, "Wasn't really my thing." His hand travels from your lower back to just below your shoulder blades, holding you while you both sway in time with the music.

"What'd you do instead?" he asks, you can't help but giggle and he can feel it in his chest.

"Ugh, it's embarrassing," your face burns while you nuzzle into the lapel of his jacket.

"It was years ago, c'mon," he urges, “Tell me.”

You look up at him and scrunch your nose, “I let Eddie Munson take my V-card that night.”

Steve gasps, you want to punch him in his perfect teeth.

“Right on his stained mattress at his uncle's,” you laugh and scrunch your nose harder.

“Oh, no…” he laughs, a twinge of jealously plucks in his chest, “Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?”

“I mean he was a different kind of freak for me,” you shrug and Steve presses you even closer, feeling your breats and tummy squish against him. Warm and soft.

“Any good?” he asks, trying to make it casual. But even if it was so long ago, he had to know. "Good for seventeen," you shrugged, "And eighteen, and nineteen, and twenty. Then Corrded Coffin took off and he left."

"So you kept fucking him when you'd come back for breaks?" he laughs.

"It's a long winter break, Harrington," you explained, "I had a life before you, y'know."

"Yeah, but, was it a good one?" he squints when he asks, so you know he's joking. You roll your eyes at him, anyway. While George Michael wails, Steve can't help himself while looking at you in the low light. His body so close to yours he could barely breathe correctly. His hand skates up the the top of your back to your neck, pulling you in for a kiss that only both of your lips understand. Sharing secrets with eachother through clicks of spit, soft breaths, and swipes of tongue. If it weren't for the hot toddies, you'd never let him kiss you like this with people around. When you break away, he's breathless. "You look so good tonight," he confesses, the hand holding yours leaving to meet your cheek, "Can't stop lookin' at you." "Well thank you for the dress," you smile, "It's all you."

"Fits you like a glove," he smirks, "No lines or anything."

You blush but he can't tell, "Well I'm not wearing anything under this so that's why."

Steve chokes, sputtering, astounded at how you can say that to him so casually. The whole time he's had his hands on you, it's only been this flimsy velvet fabric keeping him from feeling your skin. All night you've been naked under this -- and you're just telling him now?

"Uh -- um," his voice cracks, "Do you uh, um, you wanna see my -- um, my office?" "I don't know, is it interesting?" you ask with a laugh. His hands skate down to your ass, the whiskey in your system tells you its okay when he lets his palms roam the mass of it. "Can make it so interesting for you," he says, lips brushing yours, "So, so interesting."

His hands and lips are on you the moment you step into the elevator and the doors close. His tongue runs a flat stripe over your collar bone, over the twenty four karat gold chain around your neck, following your jugular until he gets to your job.

"Your quarterly review came in," he murmurs in your ear, hand skating up your dress to tease you. Fingers brushing over your inner thighs, creeping slowly upward while you whine, "It's abysmal."

The doors ding open and he pulls you by the hand down the hall to the corner office. The windows show off the Indianapolis skyline, buildings glittering from floor to ceiling. There were packing boxes littered around, leather chairs and a couch cross from his desk for meetings. A bar cart left abandon in the corner with a large oak desk in the center. "Abysmal?" you reply innocently while he shuts the door behind you, "Does that mean I'm gonna get fired?"

He finally gets a good view of you from behind and bites his fist bringing the other hand down hard with a loud CRACK! against your ass. He smirks to himself with you yelp. "It might," Steve sinks down into the chair behind his desk, beckoning you over with a finger.

“Wanna keep your job?” he asks with a sly smirk, the authority building in his chest.

“Yes, Mr. Harrington," you playfully whisper. "Then show me," he sighs, reaching for his belt. The clink of the metal on the buckle being undone sent a shiver through you. He stayed relaxed in his office chair, pulling out his length to pump it lazily in his fist.

"Don't be such a tease," he scolds while you stand there, gaping at his cock, feeling behind you to twist the lock on the door.

"Steve! You can't just -- you're at work!" you gasp, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise.

"You just locked the door," he shrugged, "They're all downstairs, c'mon just -- please, come suck my dick. It's already out."

“You’re insane,” you laugh, “We have to go back out there eventually, Harrington.”

“I promise I won’t mess up your makeup,” he pleads, a soft grunt escaping his lips while he quickens his pace on his cock.

“So, I suck your dick,” you start, walking slowly back towards his desk, “And what do I get?”

“Baby, in that dress, you can have anything you want,” he gasps as he runs his thumb over his leaking tip, watching your hips sway while you continuing your slow strut toward him.

“Want me to fuck you instead?” he asks, “God, fuck, bend over the desk. I’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”

“Very forward, Mr. Harrington,” you coo, slowly reaching for the hem of your dress, “Can I keep my job if I let you fuck me?” "Keep your job?" he pants while you bend over in front of him, hem slowly rising over your thighs, "Give you the whole--whole fucking c-company." Your dress slips over the curve of your ass, legs taught and flexed while balancing your weight on your tall heels.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispers while he stands, still fucking his fist while he does it, "Your body's just...shit, you're so...I wish you could see how you look."

He clumsily reaches for the middle drawers on the side of his desk, hastily fishing into a half empty box of condoms. You can't stifle the laugh that bubbles out of your chest, "How many people are you fucking in here, Steve?"

"Shh, just shut up," he huffs while he quickly works the latex over his shaft. "Well excuse me," you murmur, bracing yourself while he puts one hand on your hip. The other dips between your legs, pressing against your entrance. "You nice and wet for me?" he asks gently, soaking his fingers in his mouth and coating your opening with a mix of your slick and his spit. "Y-yeah," you say breathily, rocking back onto his hand. Steve smirks, feeling your walls puff and twitch as his touch. You feel his length slide between your thighs, hand guiding his tip to drag across your folds, parting them as he pushes in just an inch or two. You hiss at the intrustion, you were wet but not relaxed. The let downs of not having enough time for foreplay. He runs a calming hand down your back over your dress. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he soothes, "I'll go slow." You feel his hips slowly pull out and push in again, coaxing your walls to start accomdating him. You part your legs a little, the arch in your back matching the porn stars in 'SLUTS AND CEOS XXX' videos you were sure Steve had seen before. Slickness builds between your legs while he pushes his hips in and out again, more and more of his length getting sucked in. You hear him groan when it gets all the way to the hilt.

"So tight..." he grumbles. It was almost uncomfortable for him, he knew you were turned on enough, "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah, sort of," you nod, wincing, "Hurts a little."

"Sorry," he apologizes again while running a hand through his hair, "Lemme...hm..." You hiss again when he pulls out, looking back to see him get to his knees while his hands grip your thighs. Steve just goes for it. His tongue immedately making contact with your entrance. "Steve, oh..." your eyes roll back when he parts your lips with his thumbs, tongue gliding forward to your clit while his fingers find home inside of you. "There we go," he chuckles darkly, "Did she just need a little somethin' extra from me?" "Oh, shit, that's so good," you whisper, covering your mouth to stop your whimpers escaping from under his office door. His fingers pumped like pistons inside of you, teasing your g-spot just enough to get you dripping down your thighs. "Think it'll be okay now?" he asks, his hand meeting your hip while he gets back to full height. "Mhm," you gulp when you feel his head push in, and then the rest of him. Much easier this time around. "Fuuuuck, me," he groans, his hips rolling in steady thrusts against you. You cover your mouth harder, moans caught in your throat, in your palm, threatening to ricochet of the high ceilings of his office. "Better, baby? That feel good?" he asks, his voice clouded behind breathy grunts. You were still tighter than normal, and while that was great, he'd fucked you enough times to know when something wasn't working. "Really good, Steve," you whine through gritted teeth. His speed picks up, the skin of his thighs clapping loudly against the backs of yours. Steve's thrusts are shallow, hitting deeper and deeper until you're on the toes of your heels. "Look--oh fucking fuck--Look back at me," he pleads, "Wanna see you." You oblige and he sighs at the sight of you, reaching forward to move your hair away from you, "So pretty for me."

Steve never looked at the girls he was fucking in his office. It was always just to get off, to feel good after a rough meeting. To let off some steam after his underlings fucked up yet another sale. New secretaries, mail girls, office assistants, you name it -- all he had to do is wink and they'd be bent over his desk by lunch. "I'm close," he admits with a blush, "S'just...mmm fuck, s'what you do to me." "That's okay," you smile, his hand reaching forward again to touch your face. "Been hard since you fuckin'--oh shit, Christ--since you got here," his brows are furrowed while he watches you. Swollen wet lips letting out soft moans while he pumps into you. God, he'd do anything to keep you like this -- wet and ready for him. You catch his hand, pressing kisses to his fingertips, eyeing him mischeviously while you do it.

"D-don't, you're gonna m-make me---" he warns, another groan taking over while you slip his first and middle finger into your mouth. Sucking expertly, your lipstick smearing on his knuckles. "J-just need s-something in your mouth, hm?" his face contorts, brows furrowing while he clamps his eyes down. Whatever authority he had in his voice falls into boyish whines when your tongue swirls between his fingers. It's a sensation he didn't know he'd like so much, having his fingers sucked on while he was buried inside you. Something about the warm wetness of your mouth. The dirtiness of it. The way you'd wink at him while you did. He took his fingers out with a sharp inhale of breath, trying to stave off his orgasm. Instead, he uses them to wrench your hair back, your chest arching off the desk. The sound of your cry would definitely be heard a few doors down if anyone else was around. You involuntarily clench down on him, gushing. "Oh I see, you want me to be a little mean?" he asks against your neck, open palm coming down against your ass again, "Put you in your place?"

"In my p-place? Please. I thought I was getting the whole c-company?" you ask slyly, turning back to face him against the hold in your hair, "Isn't that what you promised...?"

You raise your eyebrows at him, mocking his own approach to the edge, mouth gaping. "Isn't that what you p-promised, Mr. Harrington?"

He gasps, hips stuttering while his grip in your hair slacks and clutches your shoulder. Gutteral groans flow from his throat, a string of expletives pour from his mouth. Gasps of phrases like, "My little office whore...fucking Jesus, my perfect girl...Pretty -- oh god -- pretty baby..." Steve slows his thrusts to nothing, heaving his breaths until they steady and leaning forward to rest his forehead on your back. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, "You didn't..." "I didn't," you shake your head, "But it's okay."

"It's not okay," he says while pulling out, carefully removing the condom and tossing it in the trash can under his desk. "Gross, Steve," you admonish, standing up. You adjust your dress while turning to face him and he frowns, "Someone has to clean that up."

"Don't put your dress down, let me --" he reaches for the hem, but you stop him.

"Steve, it's fine. We have to go back downstairs, they're gonna know you're missing," you smile while you say it, "They're loving you down there."

"I'll make it up to you later," he promises, pressing a soft kiss against your lips, "Wake up all the neighbors when we get home tonight."

"Whatever you say, Harrington," you roll your eyes while you get to the door, clicking the lock. You both make your way to the bathroom when you leave his office, making quick work of cleaning up. He waits for you against the wall across from the door, your purse in his hand. "Hi," he smiles, when you exit, "Missed you."

You scoff, reaching for your purse and fishing out a compact to touch up your lipstick and powder. He walks next to you while you touch up, arm slinging around your waist while he does.

"You're gonna make me mess it up," you say, swiping a line of color over your lips. "I already messed it up back there," he shrugs while the elevator doors ding open, "What's a second time?" He pushes you up against the elevator wall when the doors close behind you, "Or a third time?" You hum into his kiss, hungry and touchy, feeling yourself swell between your legs.

Another drink and an hour on the dance floor later and you're back at the table while the guys chat with cigars on the opposite side of the room. Steve stands with a hand in his pocket, cocky and confident, while he talks with his work friends -- you're sure about something he doesn't really care about. Mergers and acquistions.

"He sent Rob's secretary three dozen roses as a goodbye gift," one of the women at the table behind you said to another. "Oh, you know he just did that to piss him off," her friend replied, "Muffy told me she doesn't even like him like that. It's all been for fun."

"He told her to come visit him in New York any time," she shrugged, "But he stopped sleeping with her earlier this month cause he said he's got himself a girl in the city."

"Can't believe he's going to New York for some girl," she complains, "He stopped flirting with everyone. But you know what? Good riddance, he's fucking boring now. Hot but boring." "It's not the girl he brought tonight, right?" the other woman asks, "That's gotta be a friend from school or something. She's not very New York looking, pretty home grown if you ask me."

It doesn't bother you, but your shoulders tense a little. In your own little world with Steve was one thing, but to hear people confirm your slight fears about what the future could hold was another. You couldn't deny the sinking feeling in your chest every time you remembered he was moving to New York. Moving into your life in a way you'd never had him before. Disrupting the whole life you built there by yourself, a place you've been able to call home without anyone from your real home to bother you. 'Got himself a girl', since when? Weren't you just having fun? Before you can get too lost in your thoughts, he's coming towards you with your coats in his arms, holding yours out in front of him. "You wanna get outta here, baby?" he asks, there's a slight slur to his words that makes you laugh. "Sure," you smile. You hear a soft 'Oh, shit,' come from the table behind you. "You need me to find a phone to call for a car?" you ask him. He shakes his head, "No, they'll call one for us downstairs." You put on your coats, led around for a flurry of goodbyes before heading back into the elevator to the lobby. He takes your hand immeidately, leading you to the front desk to ask for a car before taking you outside to wait. "You have fun?" he asks, pulling you in to hold you, protecting you from the cold. "Oh, a lot of fun," you smile, "You brought your dancin' shoes, for sure." "Had to, since you're so nice to dance with," he smiles, hands dropping from your arms to laces fingers with yours. You smile, but he notices there's something off about it, not as genuine, "You okay?"

"Oh yeah, yeah, fine," you shake your head, "Just thinkin'."

"Yeah, I've been thinkin' too and um..." he starts, looking down, brows furrowing, "Thinking about you and uh--"

"What did you mean the other night, on the phone? When you said 'It's what it implies'?" he asks, thumb gliding idly against your gloved hand. One of his co-workers came bumbling through the revolving door, eyes glazed over with the buzz of alcohol. You dropped his hand before whoever this was could register it, embarrassment buzzing through you. If the women were talking about you, you couldn't imagine what the men were saying.

"Hey man, goodnight -- good to see you and uh -- yeah g-good luck if oh, shit I'm so fucked up dude -- good luck if I don't see you," he slurred, pulling Steve in for a hug. "Thanks, Jack. Easy there, buddy," Steve rolled his eyes at you from over his shoulder before he let go, "You're not driving tonight, right?"

Jack shakes his head and laughs, leaning against are large stone sqaure pillar. His eyes semi-follow the figure of a beautiful woman in a maroon dress pushing through the revolving door.

"Jack, let's go," she calls, like a mother to a son. She waves him over with her clutch, engagement ring glinting in the buildings facades.

"That's my ride," he smiles, stumbling over to her. They take eachother's hand and she offers an apology over her shoulder, saying goodnight to Steve and smiling at you.

"Sorry about that,” Steve says apologetically, reaching for your hand again, “You we’re saying.”

“Just that,” you stuttered, unable to find the right words to say to explain it, “I don’t know Steve. I’m not like — I don’t — This isn’t — ugh..”

“Take your time, Manhattan,” he teases. You don’t want to hurt him, especially not when he smiles at you like that.

“Bringing me here,” you start, “In this dress you bought me, in this necklace. Dancing with me, taking me to your office. It’s making people think we’re together.”

“Are we not?” Steve asked, his brows furrowing, “Cause I thought that — like, we talked about — have you been sleeping with other people?”

“No, Steve, I haven’t,” you shake your head, keeping your voice calm, “But I’m not going around telling people that you’re my boyfriend.”

Steve’s face drops a little, some pink rising in his cheeks that isn’t coming from the cold, “Oh.”

“I thought you liked me,” Steve confessed, “That you, y’know — that you wanted me. That you liked me the way I like you.”

“I do like you, Steve,” you tell him, your hand resting on his chest, “But what if this isn’t what you really want? What if this is just fun for now?”

"I mean, I -- I uprooted my whole life for you," Steve argues, "I'm moving to New York in a week and a half."

"I didn't ask you to do that for me. You wanted to do something new," you calmly explained back, "I said I thought it would be a good idea."

"You said we could try it for real..." his voice got weak, caught in his throat. Steve's amber eyes rounding while he looks at you, how the street lights dance across the jewelry he bought you, the gloss on your lips.

"When you got there," you corrected, "And what if you get there and that's not what you want anymore? There's a lot to offer guys like you in the city, Steve. It's a totally different world than the one I'm living in."

"I can bring you into it with me," he pleads, hands sneaking under your coat and finding your waist.

"Steve..." you say knowlingly, your shoulders sinking. Your fingers reach up and brush his hair out of his face, delicately following the line of his cheek.

"Nat, please, I..." his voice trails off when he realizes what he's about to say. You watch his Adam's apple bob while he swallows the words.

"Don't say it," you whisper softly, shaking your head, "You don't mean it."

A cab finally pulls in, and you take a glance at it over your shoulder. "I'm gonna go home, okay?" you ask. You turn to pull out of his hold, but he pulls you in desperately.

"Natalie..." disappointment soaks your name when he says it, "Just -- c'mon. We can forget this whole conversation. Please, come home with me."

You shake your head no.

"Please?" he begs, pulling you a little closer to him, "Please?"

You lean in to kiss him, taking him all in. His cologne, the way his lips taste, the way he moves his hands from your waist to your jaw. He wants to keep you there forever, pausing his life for however long it took to get bored of how our lips feel against his. He doesn't think there's a time when he will.

You break away when the cab beeps, brushing your nose against his like he does to you, "I had a really nice time."

"Me too," Steve kisses your forehead, swallowing the lump in his throat when he accepts that you're not staying the night, "Call me a little later? So I know you made it in okay?"

"Of course," you promise. It hurts to look at him like that, tears shining in his eyes that he’s trying to blink away.

“Goodnight Steve,” you smile with your lips closed, afraid that if you open them you’ll never stop talking about all the things you’re afraid to talk to him about.

“Night,” he says while you turn to hurry towards the cab. As it drives away, you see him wipe at his nose and shake his head, crossing his arms tightly around himself to protect him from the cold now that you weren’t there to keep him warm.

Steve watches the cab leave with a lump in his throat, sniffling hard enough that the cold air burns the back of his throat. There's no way in hell you don't love him back, he thinks. There's no fucking way. When the red lights from the back of the cab disappear onto the city streets he turns back into the lobby, Last Christmas plays again softly over the speakers like it's mocking him. The tinny layments bouncing off the marble floor and back into his ears, down to his chest where his heart thumps painfully. Rob, and his secretary Muffy, stumble out of the elevator bank drunk with giggles and empty champagne flutes. He catches Steve walking towards the security desk and lets out a hearty laugh. "You goin' home alone Harrington?" he asks with a grin, "Shoulda let me know, would've brought your friend along. Three's company, huh?" Steve's jaw ticks but he ignores him, letting the gush of cold air soothe over his mixture of sadness and frustration while Muffy and Rob open the door. His shoes click on the marble as he approaches the desk, the music taunts him as he does it. 'A face of a lover with a fire in his heart, a man undercover but you tore me apart...'

"Can I help you with anything else, Mr. Harrington?" the attendant asks. Steve sighs, the breath comes out in a shudder, "Would you mind calling me another cab?" "Right away," he says warmly. Steve appreciates the kindness, he wishes he got the man a goodbye card. The sound of the phonecall for the car is muffled as Steve thinks about how it felt to dance with you, the warmth of your skin, your giggles at the mall, the way you kissed him goodmorning in his bed earlier. He swallows, tears pooling in his eyes. 'But the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special. Special -- someone --' "Car should be here shortly."

"Thanks man, thanks so much," Steve says without turning around to face him. He wipes at his eyes with gloved hand, heading back into the cold to wait for the cab.

Alone.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fan fiction #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things fan fiction #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x you smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff

[lipglossanon]

Stepdad Leon Father’s Day headcanons! ✨

Enjoy anon! 🤭

Stepdad Leon (OG):

•Teases you hard, really plays it up that he’s your new dad

•Talks you into waking him up that morning with a blowjob under the covers

•Basically coerces you into whatever he wants since it’s his ‘special day’

•Eats you out on the dining room table as his special treat

•Kisses and cuddles with you on the couch

•Is legit a little teary eyed over the gift you give him (a real gift not just sex lmao)

•Instead of letting you cook for him, convinces you to go out to eat; you head far enough out of town that it’s not weird to have Leon teasing and flirting with you

•Fucks you in the restaurant parking lot before heading home

•At the end of the day, he takes his time with you in your bed making you cum over and over for him as a bonus gift to himself

Alcoholic/Sweet Stepdad:

•You wake him up the morning of, excited to cook him breakfast in bed

•However, you end up staying in bed all morning just long, heated make outs as you ride him slowly

•Also lots of dirty talk about really making him a dad for Father’s Day 😵‍💫

•Once you finally can pull yourself away from each other, you make a quick lunch with him pressed against your back, hands around your waist, dropping kisses on your neck and shoulders while you make it

•Once you’re finished with lunch, you pull him into the shower to wash and massage his body; he lets you for a while before getting too turned on and fucking you in the shower

•Also kisses and cuddles on the couch, softly making out with you but not pushing for more

•Orders in for dinner and eats you out in the hallway while waiting for it to be delivered, tipping the red faced delivery boy extra when he answers the door

•Lots of snuggling in bed and I love you’s traded back and forth

•Cries a little when you give him the gift you got

(Bonus)Dark Stepdad:

•This guy is an unhinged menace; wakes you up early the morning of, already buried in your cunt

“Trying to get a head start, pretty girl,” he smirks as you clench down on him, “after all, I’ve always wanted to be a dad.”

•Legit bends you over anywhere, anytime since it’s fathers day and that means he can do anything he wants—this includes public spaces, like the park or the mall

•Thinks it’s cute that you thought to give him a gift so fucks you in a mating press to really show his appreciation

#anon ask #stepdad leon s kennedy #stepdad Leon s Kennedy headcanons #Father’s Day headcanons #lipglossanonrambles #lipglossanon #stepcest

[biancadjarin]

You’re All Mine mean!perv!em x innocent!reader

18+

in the same universe as this but can be read separately.

Warnings- manipulation, insults, oral (Eddie receiving) if abusive themes aren’t your thing, look away.

As you walk towards Eddie’s van, you feel a tingling in your palms, a little more excited to see him again with each step. You can see his face through the passenger window, his eyes dragging up and down your body, drinking in every step you take. You swing your shopping bags and walk towards him a little faster. As you reach your hand to open the door, you see an anger in his eyes, plush lips turned down in a pout. You climb in, hopping on the bouncy bench seat as you scoot towards him. “Hi.” You smile sweetly, leaning in and giving his cheek a kiss. “How was the mall?” He asks flatly, turning to look at you, eyes hooded and pink. “It was great! I got some cute things, I can’t wait to show you.” You say, leaning towards your bags and pulling out the first thing you feel. A stringy black bikini top. “Look at this. D’ya like it?” You ask, holding it up to your chest. His eyes dip down. “Thought maybe we could go to the Hawkins pool and I’ll wear this..” He nods slowly, rolling his eyes. Is he mad at me? He takes the black fabric out of your hands and examines it with a sigh. “M’sure you’ll look great in it kitten.” His words are sweet but his tone… it’s distant and accusatory. He flings the top towards your bags and you follow it with your eyes. You almost jump as his right hand reaches to touch your thigh suddenly. He begins to rub up and down your smooth sunkissed skin, his fingers stopping at the hem of your dress. He pinches the soft fabric between his fingers, pulling slightly and letting go, letting it snap back and land higher up your leg. “Do you remember what I said the last time we hung out?” You stare at him with wide eyes, not sure what he means. Not sure what you did wrong. “I told you I don’t like when you dress like this when you go out. Showing off so much of your body. You don’t want any other guys to check you out right?” You shake your head “No Eddie, I just.. I..” “You what?” He asks you a little louder, eyebrows pinched together as he stares at you. “I just like to dress pretty. I’m not thinking about anyone looking at me.” He exhales a huff of a fake laugh. He straightens his back against the seat, lifting his hips as he adjusts and spreads his legs wider, elbow resting on the door where it meets the window. “Yeah that’s the problem.” He says shaking his head. “Maybe you do want the attention. Maybe you’re just a slut with a nice body and no brain.” Your eyes start to well up as you look down at your dress that you had been so excited to wear just a couple hours before. You contemplate getting out of the car and just walking home. Before you can make your decision, Eddie slams the car into drive and screeches out of the parking lot.

“Eddie stop! Where are we going?” You yell at him as you click your seatbelt on. He doesn’t answer you, eyes trained to the road, one hand on the wheel, the other grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling. “You want to make it up to me? Show me you know how to follow instructions.” He says with a growl. You whimper at his strong grip and try to pry his hand off your wrist to no avail. He pulls off into a wooded area, parking not too far off the road and cutting the engine. He begins unbuckling his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees, his already hard cock springing out. Your eyes are drawn to it, you want to make him feel good, for him to like you again. The way he had before. You feel your pussy clench around nothing. He begins pumping his hand up and down his length, looking at you as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth. He knows you’ve never given anyone a blowjob before but you know what to do, he’s shown you porn before, told you what he likes that other girls have done with him. “S’not gonna suck itself sweetheart.” He says, his voice light but condescending, raising his brows expectantly. You shake your head “Eddie I don’t want to.” That’s a lie. “Yes you do. You think about my cock all the time. Just like I think about your pretty little pussy.” He’s pumping faster now, dribbles of clear liquid seeping out of the head. “C’mon kitten,” his tone much softer now, “I really need your help.”

You exhale a breath and lean down to take his cock in your mouth, loving how it lays heavy against your tongue. He doesn’t deserve this. Your hand reaches up and palms his balls, squeezing lightly. He moans, letting his head fall back against the headrest. You continue working your mouth up and down, feeling every ridge and vein press against your tongue. Eddie leans over, pulling up the bottom of your dress, exposing your ass. His fingers run under the string of your thong that’s hugging tightly to your hip. He flattens his palm against the meat of your ass then squeezes tightly. You moan onto his cock and the feeling causes him to inhale sharply. “You make me insane y’know that?” Assuming that’s rhetorical, you ignore him. “I want this all to myself.” He says before bringing his hand down to spank you harshly. The tingles that spread across your ass only make your pussy throb more than it already was. Your wetness leaking out of your panties starting to trickle down your inner thigh.

You move your head faster up and down up and down. You try to fit as much of his length in your mouth as you can, choking and sputtering. “Ah fuck yes.” he says lowly every time he feels the back of your throat tighten around him. “Keep going baby, just like that. Feels fuckin perfect, jesus.” One of his hands come up to get lost in your hair, the rough pads of his fingers running through the soft strawberry milkshake scented curls. You continue sucking, swirling your tongue and letting a string of spit fall from your lips to dribble down his cock. You’re having fun with it now, enjoying how different things pull a reaction out of Eddie. “I almost wanna call you a liar, you’re too good at this kitten.” You look up at him with your innocent eyes and he knows you’ve never done this before. He knows you better than anyone. Loves you more than anyone else ever could. But he’s not in love with you, he thinks to himself. Just doesn’t want you to be with anyone else. Ever. He watches as your long dark eyelashes flutter shut, your soft pink lips coated in gloss and spit and precum grazing the underside of his shaft. He’s always thought you were beautiful but shit. He’s never been more attracted to you. The tops of your breasts have begun to spill out of your dress at this angle and Eddie’s eyes don’t know where to look. There’s too many good options. Lost in thought, his orgasm sneaks up on him, not giving him any time to warn you. Not that he was planning on it anyway.

He groans, his head falling forward, hands flying up to grip the steering wheel dramatically. You can feel his stomach start to tense up just before the warm liquid splashes deep in your throat. You swallow his cum without a second thought then sit up to look at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Fuuuuuck baby. Knew you'd give the best head." He said with a weak smile as he pulled his pants back up, not bothering to zip or button them. He pulls your face close to his, locking his puppy dog eyes onto yours. "I'm sorry for what I said before. Didn't mean it. I just hate the thought of anyone else ever having you. You're all mine. Aren't you kitten?" You nod and he pulls you into his warm chest for a hug. The soft, worn cotton of his shirt feels cool against your burning cheeks. You are all his. Would never want to be anyone else's.

#new and improved #self insert fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x innocent!reader #mean!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson #mean!eddie #perv!eddie #no use of y/n #dark!eddie munson #manipulative!eddie #mean Eddie Munson

[lizthewriter]

making me want you / ted logan

PAIRING  ted logan x shy!nervous!reader

SUMMARY  ted logan asked you out on a date and you both proceed to freak out. (fluffy blurb).

TAGS  ted logan x shy!nervous!reader, fluff, blurb, cute, first date, this is so cute 😭😭😭, anon i hope you like this i tried my best, i procrastinated my stats homework for this

QUOTE  "you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless, / and i don't know why but with you, i'd dance, / in a storm in my best dress, fearless," - fearless by taylor swift

WRITTEN  1.14.2024

WORD COUNT  900

"she's going to think i'm totally weird, dude! why did i think i could do this? why did she even agree to go out with me, man, i'm a nobody! i'm -"

"hey!" bill exclaimed, gripping onto both of ted's shoulders. ted had polished himself up for his first date with you, but his hair was already a bird's nest after anxiously messing with it so much. "dude, your self-esteem is most egregious! you have to believe in yourself. you're my best friend ted! you totally got this!"

"okay," ted responded, nodding rather quickly. "you're totally right. i can do this." he didn't sound so confident in himself.

"just remember what i told you about babes and you'll be fine!" bill exclaimed, patting ted on the back.

-

"oh god, i'm going to totally blow this date!" you quickly added some last finishing touches to your makeup.

"just don't blow him." you grabbed one of the eyeliner pencils and chucked it at your best friend, who had thought that now was a good time to make a comment like that. "hey, i'm being serious!"

"so am i!" you responded with a pout. "i'm not trying to get in his pants and he's not trying to get in mine!" you sighed as you spun around in the chair that had faced your dresser. your best friend didn't seem too happy at the idea of you going out with ted logan. "he asked me out on a serious date!"

"to the mall?" they asked with an arched brow.

you snatched your bag from your bed and stood up. "please, can you just be supportive, okay? i know you're not his biggest fan of ted but he's a really nice guy, okay?"

your best friend sighed and stood up with crossed arms. "all right. don't be nervous and if you are, don't start rambling on about something because you talk too fast when you get excited and no one can understand you. don't order food that you could accidentally spill or make a mess with, like pasta. most importantly, don't pretend to be who you think ted's dream girl is - be who you are. if he doesn't like that, then he doesn't deserve you. got it?"

you attempted to smile and wrapped your arms around their neck. "thanks. i'll see you tommorow."

-

you waited patiently in front of the music store at the front of the mall (ted had told you to meet him there in a few minutes). you were so nervous you were scared that your pants were stained with the sweat you had wiped off your hands. this was a nightmare! you were going to totally embarrass yourself in front of him and he'd never want to talk to you again! god, why couldn't you stop sweating?

"babe!"

your head snapped in the direction of his voice and found ted jogging towards you from the parking lot. you felt a little more relaxed now, thoughts of him ghosting you dissipating from your mind. he bore one of his usual sloppy grins and waved at you. as he crossed the street, he narrowly avoiding being hit by a car (tripping over his own feet but inevitably standing straight once more).

"hi," you said with a breathy laugh, anxiously shifting your weight between your two feet.

"wow!" he exclaimed loudly, looking you up and down. "you're totally pretty!"

you blushed furiously and stared at the ground. "thanks, you look pretty too. or handsome! if you prefer that. since some guys . . . not to say you're not pretty - if you don't mind me saying that, i mean." you internally cringed at yourself. you just needed to shut up and get on with it!

"oh, thanks," ted responded in a small voice, suddenly feeling shy. it was awkward now, the two of you just standing there in silence, rocking back and forth on your feet. you felt incredibly stupid, not knowing what to say. how were you supposed to behave on a first date anyways? should you take the lead? you didn't want to order him around or anything.

"so, should we, uh . . . " ted furrowed his brows in concentration and stared up at the ceiling. he didn't seem to know what to do either. "uh . . . " he started to become more jittery, his mind drawing at a blank. his shoulders slumped and he looked back at you. "i'm sorry, babe, i swear i had a whole plan and everything but . . . uh, well, you see . . . i've never taken out a babe before. so i'm totally drawing a blank dude! dudette? . . . babe. babe?"

"well, i've never been taken out by a guy before, so . . . you're not the only one," you responded with a nervous chuckle.

"no way!" he exclaimed in blatant disbelief. "but, you - you're fantastic!"

you stared at him with wide eyes. "you really think so?"

"of course! you're really pretty and smart and funny! just ask bill, i talk to you about him all the time!" he then seemed to realize that perhaps he shouldn't have said that. "wait, i'm not supposed to say that. one sec . . ." he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket filled with notes about how to behave on a first date that bill had copied for him from one of missy's magazines. "uh . . . okay, uh-huh . . . right!" he crumpled up the paper and pocketed it again. "confidence! babe, would you like to go eat in the food court?"

you stared at the hand he held out to you and suddenly, you didn't feel as nervous anymore, knowing what you did now. "yeah, let's go!"

#— [ glizzy posts ☆ ] #ted logan x reader #ted logan x you #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my fic #writing #fanfic

[scibs]

watch your mouth!

cw:mocking, facefucking, f!reader, slight manipulation (please let me know if i missed any)

characters: bokuto and tanaka 🩷

Tanaka:

he knows you hate being mocked, so when you talk back or complain, he will mock you. of course, this only makes you more upset, but that leads to more mocking. you finally decide to be quiet, much to his liking. your complaining and whining is like nails on a chalkboard to him. he hates whining unless you're begging for his cock or for him to touch you.

the second you two entered your home, he had you against a wall. he's got a handful of your hair in his hand.

"you know I really hate it when you complain? I think you only do it because you know what happens when we get back."

he drags you by your wrist and doesn't bother with your clothes. he just shoves you to your knees, pries your jaw open, and pulls his dick out.

"here, you can take it. this is all that loud mouth of yours is good for."

he shoves his angry red cock into your mouth making you choke, which he takes great joy in. "finally. you're making noises i wanna hear, babe."

he proceeds to fuck your face, and looking at how helpless you look.

tears are streaming down your eyes and drool is spilling from your mouth. your thighs are permanently pressed together to get some form of friction.

"i see- fuck- i see you pressin’ your thighs together. you think- shit- i'm gonna fuck you tonight? cute." he then spits on your face, mocking you once more.

"i'm gonna cum."

within a split second, you feel his hot seed sliding down your throat and you swallowed it all greedily. he grips you jaw harshly, sure to leave faint bruises soon.

"you gonna behave now?"

bokuto:

loves your voice but cannot stand the sound of you whining or complaining, that was his thing!! that’s why he will do anything and everything to make you happy. he caters to your every whim, answers to your beck and call.

this time, however, he couldn’t buy you that pretty bag you pointed out at the mall.

“but booo!!!!~~” you whined. always with the fucking whining.

“doll, i can’t right now. can you wait a little bit longer? like two days?” he says, hoping that will satiate your need, or maybe give you the chance to reconsider your need for the damn bag. you already had plenty that you barely use!!!

“noooo!! i neeeed it!!!” persisting in your whining, practically on the verge of a tantrum.

he quickly grabs your wrist and drags you away from the cashier, apologizing for wasting their time, and pulls you to his car.

“why did you do that!! that was so embarrassing!!” you whined. again.

“that was embarrassing??? not your borderline tantrum??” he’s getting agitated.

perfect. he’s right where you want him.

he turns the key and, not so gracefully, speeds out of the parking lot to get you home as quick as he can.

as soon as you two got inside the house, you were nearly thrown against the wall, caged in by his rather bulky arms.

you look up innocently. what could you have possibly done wrong?

he quickly and roughly takes your clothes off. his lips attach to your neck and his hands grab and grope at your chest and sides.

once he’s had his fill, his fingers are shoved into your weeping pussy.

“you dirty fucking girl. you knew what you were doing, huh?” you nod sheepishly. you loved when he got all mean with you, and you knew whining did the trick.

(kuroo and akaashi in part 2)

#haikyu x reader #hq scenarios #tanaka ryuunosuke #bokuto smut #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #tanaka x reader #tanaka smut

[theladybarnes]

CHERRY BOMB: CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Guess the Toddfather has its limitations.”

▸ summary: tensions rise when the plans are being played out ▸ characters: the party ft. scoops troop ▸ word count: 4.1k         ▸ warnings: angst, plus a musical moment ▸ series masterlist

The following plans seemed pretty easy.

 You three would take Dustin and Erica to the mountains where his ham radio was, send off the correct directions so that the three adults could go through the tunnels and find a way over to where the gate was. Meanwhile, Jonathan and Nancy would play babysitter and gather up the kids and hide them safely in Murray’s place just a little bit outside of Hawkins. 

Again, all that seemed pretty damn easy. 

 But when did things ever go easy for you guys anyway?

 “Oh man, now this..” Steve chuckled, pushing open the doors for everyone. “This is what I’m talking about!” 

 The evident glee in his tone was almost infectious if it weren’t for the fact that Steve was the one who called dibs on driving. Despite you pointing out the fact he’s most likely either concussed or still laced with whatever was in that liquid. He insisted that he was perfectly capable of being the group’s driver.

 “‘Toddfather’?” Robin read out the license. 

 “Oh screw, Todd! Steve’s her daddy now.” Steve replied back as he rushed over to open the car door. He held a hand out for you and gave you a quick wink as he gently helped you into the backseat. 

 “Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?” Robin asked incredulously. You on the other hand couldn’t help but focus on a certain part of his statement.

 “Did he just call himself daddy?” Erica followed, beating you the punch.

 Steve glanced over to you, raising a brow at the question. “Did that do anything for you?” he asked softly. You waited until Dustin was in the seat beside you before you leaned forward and patted his shoulder.

 “Oh, honey.” you smirked, watching as his brows raised up in surprise. “Wonders.” 

 “All right, where are we going?” he asked with a pout once when he realized you were only just teasing.

 “Weathertop.”

 “Weather-what?”

 “Just drive!”

 “Okay. Jesus!”

 Turning over his shoulder, the three of you in the back moved out Steve’s gaze as he swiftly turned the car into reverse and quickly left the Starcourt mall parking lot. Hopefully you guys were leading the plans with a pretty good head start.

  “Jesus, how far is this place, man?” Steve called out from the front. It had been a good couple of minutes with Dustin’s vague directions that Steve had started to grow terribly annoyed. Especially once the journey started to take place towards the hillsides. 

 “Relax, we’re almost there.”

 “You said that five minutes ago, Dustin. Are we leaving Hawkins to get to this place or what?” you frowned while you attempted to keep your hair tugged down. The open car had the wind flipping the pieces all over the place. 

 “No! It’s not too far from here.” 

 You scanned your eyes over the area, wondering just how Dustin and his friends could have brought a large radio all the way here with no car. Especially with the crazy weather that Hawkins had this week alone. All so that he could talk with Suzie. He must really have it bad for this summer girlfriend. 

 “Suzie must be pretty special, huh?” Robin asked, on the same thought span as you. “I mean, if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her?”

 “I mean, nobody’s scientifically perfect, but Suzie’s about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be.”

 The kind words about this girl couldn’t help but make you coo at your cousin, reaching over to pinch at his cheek affectionately. “Aww, Dusty’s in love.” you pouted, earning a slap to the hand from the smaller boy. Erica beside you had other thoughts in mind.

 “She sounds made-up to me.” she said looking between you and Steve when she couldn’t seem to control her perplexed feelings. “She sound made-up to you?” Steve’s long pause caused Dustin to grow immediately shocked. Figuring that his friend would have this back without a second thought. 

 “Why are you hesitating, Steve?”

 “I’m–I’m–I’m not! I’m not. I think she sounds real.” Steve tried. “You know, totally, absolutely real.”

 “Well, I happen to think she’s real.” you said simply, looking between the two kids beside you. “Dustin’s lies are easy to see through. He’s kind of shit at covering them up.” 

 “Thanks, I think.” he muttered, looking just as displeased with your answer as he was with Steve’s. 

 “Plus, I’ve noticed that he kind of gets red around the ears whenever Aunt Claudia calls him Dusty-bu–”

 “SHUT UP.” he squeaked before pointing over to Steve. “Left. Turn left.”

 “There’s not a road here!” Steve yelled back, confused by the sudden direction.

 “Turn left now!” 

 “Jesus! Hang on!”

 Steve quickly turned the wheel of the car, causing the three of you in the back to squeeze onto one side of the car as the vehicle lurched forward through some fencing. The sound of the wood snapping caused you to let out a small yelp as you braced for the sudden terrain change. 

 “Whoa, Henderson! Where are we going?” Steve panicked from the front.

 “UP!” 

 You reached out to help keep the two kids beside you in place while the road got more bumpy up the hill. Each bounce had you nearly up in your seat and you were sure if there was any sudden brake that had to happen, you’d sure fly out with the speed Steve was going at. 

 “Jesus, slow down please!” you cried out, closing your eyes. 

 “We’re not gonna make it!” Robin called out in a panic.

 “Yes we are!” Steve said, determined, hitting down on the gas even more. “Come on, baby. COME ON, BABY!”

 The car unfortunately only made it up just a few more inches up the hill before the engine began to strain. Making a painful groaning noise with every push Steve gave to the pedal. It wasn’t long until it gave up and finally stayed in place. 

 “Guess the Toddfather has its limitations.” Robin mused with a heavy breath. Steve could only sigh in defeat as he set the car into park, shutting off the engine while everyone climbed out from their seats. 

Dustin quickly climbed out first, scanning the area before he deduced which direction the group needed to go. Steve held a hand out for you, helping you out from the seat before the two of you quickly followed after the smaller boy.

 “How far do you think we are from the radio?” you asked Dustin when you caught up.

 “We’re pretty close. It’s just up the rest of the hill.”

  It’s a painful couple of minutes waiting to hear out anything from the other two groups. They were supposed to be responding back by now but all the attempts to reach them had been filled with silence. Robin and Erica were circled around Dustin, listening to the continuous reports he’d call out for the others while you watched Steve pace around.

He had been frowning since Dustin began setting up. Muttering under his breath about how off everything seemed to be right now. “You’re angsty.” you pointed out calmly, watching him turn around in a circle again.

 “I’m nervous.” he grunted back with surprising honesty. “Something’s wrong.”

 You looked over towards the mall, trying to ignore the nervous dip that your stomach started to develop since coming up hill. “Yeah, I know.” you agreed. “But it won’t be long until the others reach that perv Murray’s place. Then we’ll only have one more thing to worry about.”

 “Are you forgetting about the malted people monster that’s currently running around Hawkins?”

 “Melted, Steve.”

 “Baby..” he sighed.

 “Sorry, sorry. So it’s two more things to worry about.” you said, walking over to reach out for his hand. He was quick to lace them together and bring it up to his chest, making sure you felt the beat of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. You don’t let his distraction affection stop him from letting you try and relax him. “I need you to keep calm and cool until then, honey. Because the more you pace around, the more on edge I’m getting.” 

 Steve sighed for a second before he nodded his head in agreement. “Sorry,” he said softly, cupped at the side of your cheek. “Calm and cool now, freak outs later.” he finished, leaning in to press a kiss against your forehead. The gesture oddly calms you down better than his words.

 “Thank you.” you said simply, causing his lips to turn upward in a small smile. You were about to suggest getting Steve to take a minute to sit down when his smile suddenly dropped. He pulled you closer to him protectively as he gazed past you.

 “Shit.” he muttered as he gently turned your shoulders. His finger pointing back in the direction of the mall. The regular neon lights of the building were blinking wildly. It was the same eerie signal you guys had gotten in the Byers home. The sign of a creature from the upside down making its entrance.

 “Hey guys.” Steve yelled to the others, bringing them in on the new development. The other three quickly joined at your sides and watched in horror as the lights only began to flicker faster. Dustin is the first to break off towards the radio, immediately calling out to Mike’s group. 

 “Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop! Do you copy? Over!”

 There’s a beat of a second before it continued to stay silent. Surely they had to have service near Murray’s house, right? They couldn’t possibly be at the mall right now. They couldn’t.

 “Griswold Family, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop. Do you copy?--”

 Dustin’s follow up is cut off when the other radio’s static came through. The piercing sound of a creature’s shrieks is the only message given back. Sending a chill up your spine. 

It didn’t sound like a demogorgon. It sounded bigger..

 “Griswold Family, do you copy? DO YOU COPY?!” He yelled out. The panic clear in his voice. You almost wanted to reach out and threaten the others to reply. Anything to get some sort of reassurance that they were okay.

 “Steve.” you whispered, looking over at him. “If they’re still there then..”

 “They can’t be.” he said back, eyes shifting between everyone. But every attempt from Dustin equaled in getting the same screeching noise. Making it harder and harder to sit back and wait for a response. 

 “Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop! Please confirm your safety! Are you en route to Bald Eagle’s nest?”

He looked over at you, a fear in his eyes as he repeated the same message again. Steve was right to be nervous, something was wrong.

 You glanced back over to Steve to see his eyes were already on you with a look you were all too familiar with. Not even needing to ask, you extended your hand out towards him. He slapped his hand down, clasping them together before he pulled you up from the ground. 

 “Where are you guys going?!” Erica called out when the two of you dashed towards the hill slope. You guys only paused to call out one quick response to the others.

 “To get them the hell outta there!” Steve yelled. “Stay here, contact the others!” 

 “Keep each other safe!” you reminded before turning to follow down. The two of you are clearly not thinking the most logically right now. Choosing to leave the safety of the hillside to go back towards the hell mall. But deep down you both knew this is where you two had to go. Still..

 “We’re being really stupid right now.” you huffed, climbing inside the passenger seat. 

 “So incredibly idiotic and stupid.” Steve said, turning on the engine. The two of you paused for a moment, quickly accepting the situation for what it was before Steve leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “It’s worked out for us before..” he started.

 “Let’s just hope it works again.” you finished, giving him an encouraging peck before pushing him back towards the wheel. He was just about to grip onto the handle to turn it in reverse when another body suddenly climbed into the backseat. 

“Robin?” you gasped, turning around to her amused smirk.

 “You guys didn’t think you could leave without my help, didya?”

 Steve’s reply was to only give Robin a second to adjust in her seat before he quickly put the car in reverse. Making the two of you stagger a bit as he turned to back onto the main road. With the ground being more leveled, the car was able to hit a high speed pretty fast. 

 Hopefully fast enough to get back to the mall and get the others out of there.

  The ride down the hill felt a lot worse than a roller coaster. Normally, you’d give Steve shit for the amount of close calls you guys had if weren’t for the urgency of reaching the others in time. It was only a couple of minutes until he turned down the familiar road you had entered so many times this summer. 

 “Holy shit!” Robin gasped from the back seat. She leaned forward to point over towards the front door entrance. “Isn’t that your friend?”

 You followed her finger to see Nancy is standing still against he other side of the car. Her hands up before herself as she took aim across the parking lot. You followed the direction of her shot and noticed it was facing towards a car you were dreading to see right now.

 After everything that’s happened, and all the stories you guys had put together. It was clear that something was going on with Billy. Something out of the ordinary. And while you wanted to dwell on what that could be, you could only focused on the fact that right now he was revving in the direction of where your friends were. 

 “You know, Steve,” you said, sucking in a sharp breath as you glanced at him. “I did say evil Russians first, then evil ex second..”

 Steve gave you a questionable look before caught on. “Hold on tight.” he warned the two of you, turning the gear of the car. You reached for your seatbelt, tugging it down without question. Robin behind you stuttered out a few questions as she did the same. Reaching out for the two seats in front of her while Steve turned the wheel in the right direction. It’s only in the blink of an eye before the car shot across the parking lot.

 And like in a damn movie, the other two parties decided to take action. Billy gave off one final rev before starting his car in the direction to where your friends were. Nancy, the groups only guard, took her aim again and began to shoot her gun at Billy’s car.  

 The gap between the two cars got smaller and smaller until the cars finally collided against each other. The impact is hard, and you nearly shot out of your seat from how harsh the sudden stop felt against your body. The scream that had been bubbling up in your throat finally spew out as you guys spun in a circle. 

 Steve managed to get the brake to hold, making the car finally stop in place. You carefully let go of the dashboard before you to try and catch your breath. From the corner of your eye you can saw Steve slowly turn to face the two of you.

 “Are you guys okay?” he asked, panting softly while he slowly let go of the wheel. 

 Robin slowly peeked her head out from the back, gasping back in some air as she turned to Steve. “Ask me tomorrow?”

 Steve looked over at you, reaching for your hand. “Well,” you huffed, letting out a small breathy laugh as you placed your hand into his. “Wouldn’t be my first time totaling his car.”

 The sudden sound of snarl cut off Steve’s smile. Looking towards the direction of the mall roof, you all rose up from your seat and stared in awe at the sight of the ungodly creature slowly creeping its way over the building. In all the gooey glory that the kids had described it. 

 A car honking nearby took your attention and you turned your head in time to watch as Jonathan pulled up beside the wrecked car. “Get in!” Nancy ordered from the front seat. 

 All of you scrambled out of the wasted car and climbed into the back of the car. Squeezing a bit in the small space as the monster started to climb down from the top of the mall. There’s a bit of a tight fit for the three of you but Steve managed to get in just in time to close the door and allow Jonathan to take off.

 “Holy shit, that thing is huge!” you gasped. You turned around and looked to see just who was in the car, noting that there are three kids missing. “Wait a minute, where are the others?” you asked, looking between the two boys. 

 “We don’t know,” Nancy called out, peering out into her side view mirror. “We had to split up back there.”

 Your stomach sunk at the idea of the three of them possibly being stuck back there. “W-we have to go back for them. We can’t just leave them there!” you yelled, nearly toppling over Lucas and Will to call out to Jonathan.

 “We can’t exactly do that right now. In case you haven’t noticed, we got a giant monster on our asses!” Nancy cried, trying to keep her emotions at bay. It must have been killing her to know Mike was back there. 

 “Oh, crap.” Jonathan groaned. “Uh, Harrington?”

 “Yeah, man?”

 “You might want to keep Henderson from looking back.”

 “Why can’t she loo- Shit.” Steve reached forward, twisting your torso a bit to keep you boxed in his arms and looking towards the front of the car.

 “What the hell, Steve? Let me go!”

 “No, baby. You aren’t gonna wanna see this.” 

 You slapped at the hands around you until he let go, throwing a frown over at him. “Whatever it is you think I can’t handle, I promise I’ll be-” The sudden sound of metal being crunched up cuts you off. All of you turned to look towards the window, peering out in time to watch as the flayer threw over an object towards the car. It thankfully missed, but you're filled with shock when you see why the bright red is suddenly so familiar.

 “OH MY GOD, MY CAR!” You yelled, nearly launching yourself for the trunk door. “YOU SON OF A BITCH, I’LL KILL YOU. STUPID MOTHER FU–” Steve covered up your mouth holding you close to his chest as he gently shushed you. Making sure to keep you at bay while Jonathan continued to drive away from the beast currently stalking after the car.

 The last thing you see of your precious car was the headlight blinking slowly before it was crushed under the flayer’s foot.

  Any anger you felt about your car quickly dissipated when the flayer did not stop its chase on the car. No matter how fast Jonathan got the car or how quickly he swerved to try and lose it, the damn flayer managed to catch up every time.

 Due to the lack of seating, the three of you in the back were given front row seats of the snarling creature. Where the only thing you guys could do was try and not freak out the entire drive. Steve glanced back at you, wedged between him and Robin, before he placed a hand on your leg. Giving you a comforting squeeze.

 “Do you think Dustin and Erica got through to Hopper yet?” you asked, placing your hand on top of his.

 “Beats me,” he sighed. “Otherwise we’re screwed at getting any help with the monster from ‘The Thing’ chasing after us.”

 The sound of static sparked in Robin’s lap before the sound of voices came through. The group must have reached a closer distance towards the two waiting on the hill top.

 “Dusty-bun, you copy?”

 “I copy, Suzie-poo. It sounds much better now, thanks.”

 The three of you frowned down at the radio in confusion before the name sounded familiar. “Suzie!” Steve and Robin gasped at the same time. You couldn’t help but clap happily in pride, happy to know you were right.

 “I knew she was real.” you grinned over at the two.

 “No shit.” Steve scoffed, still in surprise. 

 “Okay so listen, do you know Planck’s constant?”

 “Do you know the Earth orbits the sun?”

 “So I know it starts with two sixes, and then a…w-what is it?”

 “Okay, let me just be clear on this. I haven’t heard from you in a week, and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can..save the world?”

 The three of you pulled back from the radio with a winced look. Steve shook his head, looking down at the device as if it were Dustin himself. “Wow, first girlfriend and he’s already messing up.” he chuckled a bit before he looked back up.

 You and Robin gave him a questioning look before he remembered everything that’s just happened in the past week. “Oh right, the Russians.” he muttered checking back out the window. 

 “Suzie-poo I promise I will make it up to you as soon as possible.”

 “You can make it up to me now.”

 “What?”

 “I want to hear it.”

 There’s a sort of teasing tone in Suzie’s voice and you can’t help but lean closer towards Robin’s lap, dying to know where this conversation was going to go. 

 “..Not right now.”

 “Yes, now, Dusty-bun.”

 “Suzie-poo, this is urgent!”

 “Yes, yes, you’re saving the world, I heard you the first time, but Ged is also saving Earthsea and he’s about to confront the shadow, so this is Suzie, signing off.”

 The car became slightly tense at the sound of the girl cutting off the transmission. A part of you is regretted only a little bit for not sticking around with Dustin and Erica. He couldn’t have messed this up already. He needed to give this girl whatever the hell she’s asking for. Thankfully, he seemed to snap to the same conclusion.

 “Wait, wait, okay. Okay!”

 There’s a brief pause of radio silence. What was probably seconds felt a lot longer and you couldn’t but reach out and grip onto Robin’s arm nervously. Thankfully the sound of the static came through again.

 “Turn around..look at what you see. In her face, the mirror of your dreams.”

 “Make believe I’m everywhere, given in the light. Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story! Ahh~”

 The car does not really know how to react once the two continue to sing. A couple of heads turned in your direction and all you can do is cover up your face in the slight embarrassment. Trying to focus on anything else right now. But the worrisome thoughts couldn’t help but flood your mind.

 The monster had gained a vicious amount of distance towards the car, no one had any idea where Max, Mike, and El are, the adults were all back in the Russian tunnels probably stuck waiting for whatever code Dustin was trying to get. But really, the most plaguing thought of all was the fact that Dustin and his girlfriend were actually hitting some pretty good high notes. Again, an uncontrollable laugh burst out from your throat. Making everyone look at you questionably again.

 “I’m sorry.” you coughed, trying to stop the laughter from coming back out. “They’re actually kinda good.” 

 Eventually Suzie gave the answer to Dustin’s question and some Earthly force, or Erica most likely, cut off the connection to their mushy conversation. Finally feeling like some small win happened, you let out a tired sigh before looking out the window again. 

 “Oh shit.” you muttered, scooting over now so you could peer out better. “Is it just me or is that thing slowing down finally?”

 Steve leaned in close, shaking his head quickly. “No, it’s not stopping.” He turned back to face towards the front of the car. “It’s turning around!” he warned. 

 “What?” Nancy gasped as she turned to look back.

 “It’s turning around!” he repeated. 

 “Maybe we wore it out.” Lucas suggested, sounding hopeful. 

 “I don’t think so. Hold on.” Jonathan said.

 Before anyone could respond to that, he quickly pressed on the brake and turned the car quickly to spin around. The group in the back all let out a small yelp as you guys struggled to keep yourself from rolling all over the place. 

 There was no telling what would happen if you guys managed to catch up to the monster in time. All you could hope was that the others managed to find another way out of the damn mall.

A/N: Hi guys I’m alive again! So sorry for the long wait for this update. It’s been so hard for me this whole month and I’m hoping to get back into the groove again. I know this chapter is short and very much a filler, but I’ll definitely have a good ending for this season. So look forward to that next week! I’m still working on Steve s2 POV and a couple of other things. So look forward to that. Thank you for those that stuck around and wished me a quick recovery. I really appreciate all the kind words!

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x henderson reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #cb

[gennyanydots]

A Normal Life

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!reader

A song fic warmup before I start on my two fics for the #love is in the air tgm challenge.

Fic inspired by the song “Normal Life” by July for Kings.

Masterlist

Bradley was nervous. He knew he probably had nothing to worry about. Probably. You’d been together for two years. This was inevitable, but there’s always that quiet voice in the back of his mind whispering to him that this isn’t the life he deserves. He isn’t meant to have the life his parents missed out on. If they wouldn’t have it then why should he get it? You’ve quieted his fears on more than one occasion but it’s still always there whispering.

His palms are damp no matter how many times he’s wiped them on his pants as he waits. He told you to meet him at the beach at 8. He knew most likely you’d be late. You can’t be on time to save your life. You’d been shocked when he didn’t get mad at you the first time you made him late somewhere. Why would he? You still got where you were going. Who cares if you were late?

He feels like he’s going to crawl out of his skin while he’s waiting. This is partially his fault. He got here early. He got here early AND knew you’d be late. Just putting himself through extra torture. He could go and wait with his friends. They’re a little bit aways from him, waiting for the big show. He told them he wanted to be alone though. To sort through his thoughts.

He hops up and down a couple times to try and burn some of that excess energy off. It doesn’t help. He shuts his eyes and takes a few deep breaths before he hears someone walking in the sand towards him and places a hand on his left shoulder.

“Calm down, Rooster. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Bradley rolls his eyes. Wrong. There’s a lot of things to worry about, “Untrue.”

Maverick chuckles, “And what exactly is there to worry about?”

“What if she says no? What if she hates the ring? What if she’s just been going along with this relationship for fun and she actually hates me?”

Maverick shakes his head, “Your girl saying no to you? I don’t think she’s ever done that before. She stares at you like you hung the moon. She hangs off every word you say. Hell, she laughs at your dumb jokes.”

Bradley shrugs, “At least someone around here thinks I’m funny.”

Maverick laughs and ruffles Bradley’s hair, “If she hates the ring take this one back and get a new one but I’m pretty positive she’ll love it. You were smart getting Amelia to drag her to the mall and make her look at rings. Casually. Like she couldn’t guess why she was being dragged from jewelry store to jewelry store.”

“That wasn’t even my idea!” Bradley says exasperatedly.

“Just sayin’. Your girl could never just go along with a relationship. She’s too stubborn. And not that good of an actress. Someone would have caught on by now. She’s not faking her feelings for you. She loves you. So much. Head over heels. To the end of the earth. Forever and ever kind of love. Even if you do forget to take out the trash sometimes and put things up too high on the shelves for her to reach,” Maverick says with a grin.

Bradley grumbles, “I got her a step ladder.”

A pair of headlights pull into the small parking lot.

“Show time. Don’t mess up,” Maverick says and shakes Bradley’s shoulder before letting go and calling over his shoulder, “Don’t think. Just do.” He hurries back to wherever the rest of his friends are.

Bradley takes a deep breath. Don’t think. Just do. It’s still some bullshit advice but it’s all he’s got.

You get out of your car, looking beautiful in a pair of rolled up jeans and one of his hoodies. Bradley loves it when you wear his clothes. An unspoken claim that he revels in.

You walk up to him with a smile on your face and he opens his arms for you to step into, which you do and fling your arms around his middle.

He smiles when he hears a muffled, “Missed you today.” from his chest and he kisses the top of your head.

“Missed you too, babe,” he says as he buries his face in your hair and takes a deep, calming breath. Your presence has always calmed him. Quieted his racing mind. Gave him a soft place to land. A home for his heart.

“Did you just sniff me?” he hears you ask and he laughs.

“Yeah, I did. I like that new shampoo you’re using. Smells nice,” he says against your hair.

“That’s weird, Bradley. Stop sniffing me,” you say and playfully push at his chest but he just holds you tighter. He just needs a few more seconds. He closes his eyes and to himself in barely a whisper, making sure it’s too quiet for you to hear, says, “Talk to me, dad.”

He thinks of his very few and fleeting memories of his parents together. How happy he remembers them being, regardless of how much time they spent apart. His mother’s smile that was always plastered on her face when she was even talking about his dad, even after his death. They truly were meant for each other. He always wondered why his mom never remarried. Never even tried to date after losing his father. He gets it now.

He loosens his arms from around you and takes a half step back and lets his hands run along your arms until he finds your hands and holds onto them both as he squeezes them gently. Your eyes look up to meet his and he sees a soft smile on your face and he takes a steadying breath.

“When I was in my 20’s I thought being alone was best for me. Forming any kind of attachments was hard. Making friends was hard. I was convinced that whoever I cared for would leave me in some way or another. I didn’t understand why I needed anyone. I was upset. Mad at the world. I started to wonder why I was so miserable. I tried to remember back to my happiest times as a child and as hard as it was to admit, it was whenever I was surrounded by people. By my parents. By their friends. By Maverick. By my childhood friends. I also remembered what I dreamed for myself. It wasn’t anything extravagant. Just a normal life. A fast plane. A pretty wife. Some children of our own. A house to settle down in until they’re grown. Then maybe a house out on the beach. The American dream,” Bradley said then slipped down onto one knee still holding your hands and looks up into your eyes, which ho notices are filled with tears. “Do you want to live a normal life with me?”

He hears a soft sob then, “A normal life? With Bradley Bradshaw? That’s a dream come true.”

He grins and pulls you down to him, which knocks you off balance and you end up sprawled on top of him. He wraps his arms around you and covers your face in kisses while your giggle fill the night air.

“What’d she say?” Bradley hears yelled towards the two of you.

“Yes!” You yell from on top of him and you laugh when you hear the cheers off in the distance.

Bradley grins and rolls you off of him and sits up before grabbing the little black velvety box from his pocket. You smile as you hold out your hand. He places the ring on your finger and you pull back your hand to look at it.

“This looks familiar,” you say with a laugh.

“That wasn’t my idea!” He says and stands up then offers you a hand to help you up.

You let him help you then snuggle into his side, “I don’t believe you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

Bradley shrugs as he leads you over to your group of friends, “Believe what you want, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

#bradley bradshaw x reader #Bradley rooster bradshaw x f!reader #rooster x female reader #a normal life

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Writing Patterns

Thank you to @burnin-brighter for the tag!

Rules: Post the first sentence of your last 10 posted or updated fics and see if there are any similarities.

I'm going to use only my non-drabble fics, which probably changes the results. I feel like I tend to start my drabbles pretty reliably with quick scene-setting, so I thought this would be more interesting, maybe?

Lent from Tomorrow (today was too small for us)

“Dr. Steven Rogers?”

2. By Any Other Name

SHIELD dissolves—implodes into fiery wreckage above the Potomac—and the world goes into upheaval.

3. Miracles Happen (Once in a While)

Bucky stuffs more wadded newspaper into the crack where the window doesn’t quite meet the frame and lets in frigid air.

4. Brachot

December dawns black and cold—hours before sunrise, despite the time on Charles’ grand wooden clock—at the mansion.

5. Only Child, Or: A Portrait of Five Years with the Khan Family Minus One

Dear Coles Academic High School parent(s): We cannot begin to express our regret that your child is among those who went missing on April 27, 2018.

6. Five Things Bucky Did That Didn't Bring Steve Back (And Why Steve Came Back)

Bucky cuts his hair, and it doesn’t bring Steve back.

7. Could Use a Guy Like Me

It starts in the parking lot of Starcourt Mall’s burning carcass.

8. The Price We Pay

Molly perches on James’ knee.

9. Four Times The Avengers Guessed Clint- and Natasha's Designations Wrong

The shawarma shop is quiet, all things considered—quiet aside from the cacophony of journalists clamoring at its broken windows for the best shot of The Avengers sitting around an askew table, tired and human, waiting for their food.

10. Home is the Human Heart

Bucky is a little skeptical at first.

Conclusions:

This girl -- here said despite the writer being almost forty years old -- loves a goddamn em-dash. I'm actually really surprised that most of these aren't super long, crazy sentences, because I feel like that's the majority of what I write. A lot of these are really simple declarations, which is interesting to me, because I just don't think of my writing that way.

I tag @fille-lioncelle @puzzlebean @skylarkblue and @hollie47!

#fandom #fanfiction #writing patterns meme

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Vala Deserved Better and This is My Proposal For How I Would Give Her Better

Here are all the things that I think Vala and I would do if they ever let her breach fucking containment. Jesus H. Christ let the woman LIVE!!! Shout out to @judgeverse and all the other fine folks in the discord for giving me this powerful vision

Go to the club 

Obvious but apparently too much for the writers to handle 

We would go with like 40 dollars between us and we would find a man to buy us drinks for the night and then give him a fake snap/number at the end of the night 

She would finally experience the experience of the bathroom at a club and I think she would find it extremely healing 

We would close that bitch and then go and get kebab before we called an uber to get us home 

Pre Drinks 

This would happen before the club obv but I think pre is a VITAL component to the experience while also being nearly entirely separate 

All the SGC girlies chilling doing their makeup 

We are all chilling on the floor of a living room using what using whatever mirrors we have close to us sharing big pile of makeup  

Our brushes are filthy and Janet is low-key lecturing us about the dangers of sharing eye shadow and having dirty makeup brushes 

Her's are also dirty 

We have a Spotify jam going that absolutely shreds 

We started out w a playlist but then we all wanted to show Vala some tracks so we needed to collaborate. 

I show her Meghan Thee Stallion so when she comes on at the club she knows what to do 

Janet shows her all the Y2K bangers 

Sam just goes fucking crazy on the queue and puts everything from midwest emo to sea shanties on there 

Shots obvs 

Cam and Daniel keep texting the gc to ask when we're leaving for the club and we keep saying we're leaving soon 

We brief Vala on club/bar safety so she doesn't go missing or perish or something 

Watching movies but specifically the Barbie movie 

I think she would find it very healing 

She starts calling men Kens 

A week later I find her watching TikTok edits under the 'close your eyes and feel' sound and we watch them together and cry 

I gather mine and my mom's old Barbies and we play with them because there is no age-limit on Barbie!!! 

I get distracted and go over the bonkers plotlines I used to give my Barbies back in the day. 

I also show her other movies that altered my brain chemistry 

The Breakfast Club 

Mean Girls 

Legally Blonde 

Pretty in Pink 

Ferris Bueller's Day Off 

Freaky Friday (2003) 

Hairspray (2007) 

Going for drives in a total shitbox while blasting music 

She needs to experience driving around aimlessly for an hour and then ending up having a life-changing conversation in a random parking lot 

Girlhood (TM) 

Going to the mall  

Sometimes you need to show aliens capitalism in action 

I have to physically drag her out of bath and body works before she gets swindled into paying full price for a candle like a rube 

I explain to her that she just has to wait a couple weeks for candles to go on a like 6 for the price of 2 sale or something and that I will tell her when it's happening 

She is baffled by this revelation but listens to me because of my credentials (used to work at a mall and have a spending addiction) 

We also buy a new outfit and then go to Sephora to get our makeup done to go w the new fit and also so I can show her my roots 

She will also experience The Mall Pretzel  

Sleepovers!!!!! 

I would do my best to create the ultimate sleepover vibes 

I'm talking we buy brand new fuzzy PJs, I string up christmas lights, every snack we could ever want, the entire living room is transformed into a comfy cozy area with everything we could ever need close to us 

Trashy reality show playing on autoplay on the TV at a low volume so we can still talk and listen to music but also hear Kris Jenner saying out of pocket shit to her children 

I would also give the experience of playing Nintendogs with your bestie 

Maybe even a powerpoint night??  

Putting tinder on the big screen and roasting men together 

Playing the Sims and collaborating on the most ridiculous sims and houses to ever exist 

Go Karting 

Let this woman at the wheel immediately!!! 

We could kick ass and then get a lifetime ban from the track 

These 10-year-olds aren't ready for us!!! 

Lighting section at Home Depot 

Self-explanatory 

IKEA 

We would spend so many hours there just pretending we were furnishing a mansion with unlimited money 

Saying: "Omg this should be in the Sims" to each other 

The IKEA cafeteria my beloved 

The only thing we buy is a Djungelskog each 

Racing the carts in the warehouse part 

A crucial yet forbidden part of the experience 

Karaoke 

She would love karaoke 

No further points your honour 

#stargate #sg1 #stargate sg1 #vala mal doran #bad stargate imagines #sam carter #janet fraiser #daniel jackson #cameron mitchell

[sensei-venus]

Omg menaces to society Hawk and gremlin!Reader-

But also imagine like S4 Hawk coming around after being an asshole and seeing Reader hasn't changed much at all. Maybe Sam got her to stop wearing thick af hoodies in the summer time. Moon definitely contributes to Reader's gem collection. And she just sits on the sidelines because she's like everyone's child they have to watch over and make sure she doesn't fall in the koi pond- And Hawk walks in and is like "wait she's kind of cute now"

- gemini sensei

(Unedited) (This was so much longer but half of it got deleted😭) ( @gemini-sensei )

“I don’t think she’s changed mush at all since you last hung out with her if I’m going to be real with you.” Miguel said as both boys glance over at the chubby girl. She was playing near the koi pond, on her knees looking directly into the water. Watching the pretty new koi fish Daniel had put in a week prior. Slowly she inched her hand near the water.

“Reader no! No touching the fish!” Sam yelled out from across the yard. Everyone in the area looked over to the girl who was now huffing. She reels her hand back from the water and slumps backwards. Eyes still glued to the cold water of the pond.

Hawk feels himself start to blush just a little bit as he watches the unhinged girl. Too him she was definitely different. The last time he had really seen the girl was months ago. While she was still around school all the time he had yet to really see or talk to her. Never letting up with showing up out of the blue and then disappearing just as fast. One minute she was there the next she was gone. It wasn’t as if his view on her had really even changed all that much. Yeah she was hanging out with the “enemy” but it was never as if he went out of his way to target her like the others.

He really couldn’t because she was never there in the first place for him to mess with.

When he was still hanging out with everyone, mostly Miguel she was around them constantly. When he first meet her it was all Miguel’s doing. The girl wasn’t attached to him, it was Miguel who was attached to her. Reader was always doing something that didn’t seem real or made any kind of common sense and Miguel always seemed to be drawn to it. The only thing he could think of was the fact that Miguel was so “puppy” like that he couldn’t get away from trying to keep the girl from doing stupid things. He was constantly trying to keep her in some kind of line, so as not to hurt herself or other.

Hell the first time he met her and saw the two together he thought she was Miguel’s girlfriend.

Miguel was trying to keep her from eating something which he later found out was a literal rock she found. Scratch that it was a large plastic diamond she found at the minimart. But still, Miguel had to threaten to not take her to the mall to get her to spit the little piece of plastic out of her mouth. After that she kinda just wandered away from them. Then Miguel had to jog after her once she tried to make a break to the parking lot where a car almost hit her. He found out quickly that she wasn’t stupid by any means she just couldn’t keep herself out of stupid situations.

It took him a while to figure out that Miguel wasn’t lying and that Reader was just a really good friend. One he tried to keep out of getting in trouble or hurt.

When he started dating Sam things turned because as much as Sam decently liked the girl, it was a pain to keep track of her. Hawk remembered when she said during a conversation “It’s like having a child, but the child is our age and likes to run into on coming traffic for fun.”.

For weeks he ended up spending more time with Reader when he went out with them. Hanging out with the three was fun, until Miguel wanted to go kiss Sam in a corner. The two love birds couldn’t really keep an eye on Reader every second but it seemed like every time they did she got into something.

So after alot of begging on Miguel’s part, he talked Hawk into “taking care of” her for a while. He just asked to make sure she didn’t hurt herself or do anything to dumb. Hawk didn’t see why he would ask him that until he actually started to see some of the weird shit Reader would do.

Window shopping at the mall? More like Reader staring at a window for twenty minutes.

Need extra change? Yeah she’s trying to jump into the coin fountain in the middle of the mall because she wants to.

Oh there is a candle place? Reader is trying to snort every candle while thinking about trying to eat some of the wax because she wants to know what they taste like too.

He doesn’t even want to start on the time he lost her in the middle of the food court only to find her buying half a pint of ice cream and trying to eat it with a fork.

Every time he took his eyes off of her it was something else that she was getting into.

At first he wondered if there was something was going on with her. But after he was able to get her to sit down with him for a few minutes it was made apparent that that’s was just her. She didn’t like following rules, she didn’t like staying in one place, and she just wanted to do what she wanted to do. He couldn’t really even say that she was doing any of it out of rebellion, it was just her. It actually frustrated him to every extent.

Two seconds after that conversation she was gone.

He couldn’t even finish a conversation with her without running off to go do something weird.

Now he was looking at her and was seeing a total different person. Maybe not that different but enough to make him scratch his head a little bit.

“Uh I don’t know she looks a little…”

“If your talking about the hoodie thing yeah we finally got her to stop with that. She almost got heatstroke last month from wearing the stupid hood all they time out in the sun. Moon took her hoodies and Sam basically locked mine up so she can’t get them now. I thinks she’s kinda started to embrace not wearing them now that she can’t get her hands on them. She was kinda pissed at first because now she can’t stuff random things in the pockets.” He shrugs as he goes back to watching the girl.

Hawk feels his cheeks grow hot with a nice pink blush coming on.

The hoodie that once draped over her was long gone. Now replaced by a nice tight tank top that she was spilling out of. He noticed her fat tits that poked out of the top and spilled out the sides. Her chubby belly that every so slightly filled out the shirt just right. He could even see her thick thighs now that they where no longer hidden under Miguel’s oversized hoodie. He sucked on his inner cheek as he watched her move around a little in the grass.

Her nice curves where no longer hidden away and he could see her curves which made his face go even redder. She was hot, he could even go as far as saying she was down right sexy.

He wondered if her ass matched the rest of her. Plump and round, filling out her tight jeans just right.

“Reader no!”

He bit his cheek hard, drawing blood as a sudden big splashing sound made him come back into focus. Both him and Miguel watched as Reader held up one of the huge goldfish. She giggled as she held the trashing fish up in the air. This helped to drench her upper body in cold water. Her tank top completely ruined. Miguel sighed as he watched the girl show off her catch. Sam was quick to jog over and try and pry the poor thing from the chubby girls hands.

The whole time Reader whined and groaned at the brunette’s reaction. Slowly she released the fish back into the pond with a small splash. She huffed as she sat back down and watched the fish swim away. Her eyes still never breaking from the cold water of the pond. Sam was busy giving her a lecture about not touching the fish like that. This just made her roll her eyes and pout.

Hawk felt his heart beat start to pick up a bit more in his chest.

Was he really catching feels for the well know gremlin girl?



#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai blurb #cobra kai hawk #hawk moskowitz #hawk headcanons #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk x reader #cobra kai hawk x reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #chubby reader #gremlin!reader

[goose-duck]

Cars are confusing 🚗

One piece story about Sabo trying to get his old car put in Luffy's name from Ace's point of view as a tag-along

+slight romance (not between asl obviously, they're brothers, but I've seen some odd stuff so I gotta clarify 😭)

Modern AU (obviously)

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Ace's POV:

I'm sitting in the back of the car, Sabo and Luffy are in the front. I'd be in the front but Sabo doesn't trust my driving and Luffy beat me to the passenger seat. We're currently going to get Sabo's old car put in Luffy's name since he got his full license a few weeks ago and Sabo agreed to give him his car once he does.

On the way there Sabo complains about one of his co-workers who always comes to work drunk. I add my own input, I don't like the guy either, so it's mostly insults towards him. Luffy, strangely enough just sits and listens, he must be tired, it is kinda early, 9:00 in the morning on a weekend.

After a while we get onto the topic of this boy Luffy likes. His name is Law, luffy talks about him like no one else matters, like this man is the sun on a cloudy day. It's cute, I'm happy he's found someone he can love and by the sounds of it, someone who loves him all the same.

Eventually we get to the insurance place. We park across the street, me and Luffy get out while Sabo grabs the papers. We walk in and Sabo immediately recognizes someone there, her name is Koala, they seem close. She's currently working with another client so they just say a quick hello before we all sit down and wait.

An older lady comes out to talk with us about getting Luffy's name put on the car. Sabo and the lady talk for a while and they ask Luffy some questions. I'm not really paying attention as I only tagged along to go to the mall after they sort this out. I play music tiles on my phone for a while until Sabo tells us we have to go to the DMV. Luffy groans knowing it's a bit of a drive to get there, I just sigh a bit, already regretting tagging along as just their conversation here took 20 minutes.

After a long drive we finally get to the DMV. I wonder why they don't just have the two places side by side, it'd be much easier.

We walk into the building, Sabo goes straight to a receptionist with the papers and they start talking. Me and Luffy stand behind him, Luffy not knowing what's going on and me not overly caring. We stand here for a solid 10 minutes before Sabo has to call the insurance place because apparently we needed to do more stuff there first and the old lady sent us off prematurely.

Sabo is put on hold for 15 minutes before he gives up and tells us to just sit and wait a bit and he'll try again. Good timing because I was about to fall asleep standing up. Luffy promptly sits down, pulling out his phone to watch tiktoks. I sit beside him and lean back in my seat a bit, closing my eyes and sighing. Sabo sits across from us and apologizes that it's taking so long. I tell him not to blame himself for other people's mistakes before letting myself relax again.

I start chatting with Luffy about Law again, wanting to know more. Luffy tells me a lot, about how they were close in grade 9 then this girl kept harassing Law and being lovey with him anytime Luffy was around and how that drove the two apart because it made it awkward and difficult for Law to be around Luffy. Luffy said this continued and is still happening but that Luffy and Law finally have a class without her and they've been able to be close again. I let out a sigh or relief knowing that that girl isn't causing as much trouble now, even if it's only because she literally cant. It's just unfortunate that that means they spent about a year completely split apart by her as they're now in grade 11.

Sabo suddenly grabs my foot. He tells me he loves my shoes and asks where I got them. I tell him I got them at Ardene and he asks how much they cost. I told him I got them on sale but that I'm pretty sure the sale is over now, but that at the time they were $12.99. he tells me that sounds like a good deal and that he's going to go buy himself some even if they aren't on sale. I tell him to just be sure he doesn't mistake his shoes for mine and Luffy butts in saying Sabo's feet are too big for us to mix up out shoes. Sabo makes an offended face which is quickly cut off by a phone call from the insurance place. Sabo picks up quickly and starts talking with the person on the line. Sabo start to get up, signaling us to get up and follow him back to the car.

Sabo hangs up the phone and gets in the car with an exasperated sigh. Me and Luffy also get back in the car asking what's up. Sabo tells us that we have to go back to the insurance place and that Luffy's gonna have to sign a bunch of papers. Luffy seems annoyed that he has to sign papers while I'm just concerned that anyone will even be able to read his handwriting.

Eventually we get back to the insurance place and walk in again. This time we're greeted by a very attractive man, I can feel myself blushing at the sight of him. Luffy playfully punches me and wiggles his eyebrows, he so knows I think this guy's hot. Sabo starts talking to him as he leads us to a room, sitting behind the desk and inviting us to sit down on the other side. Sabo sits but me and Luffy both opt for standing as Luffy doesn't like to sit still and I just didn't feel like sitting after all of the driving we did.

The man says his name is Marco, what a nice name for such an attractive man...i hope he's single. Luffy keeps making faces at me while Sabo talks with Marco. Luffy signs some papers and answers some questions. Eventually Luffy says that the room is kind of barren and that Marco should put up some pictures, maybe of bands or maybe of his girlfriend. I see what he's doing, trying to see if this guy is even single, nevermind if he's into men. The guy says he's sure his girlfriend would like that. I get a little sad but don't let it show as ultimately it isn't a big deal. Luffy gives me a look and I glare at him a bit. Sabo adds onto Luffy's comment by saying Marco should put flowers around the picture of his girlfriend and I add that he should put little lights with it too, reminiscing on the time when I was in grade 9 and we had a teacher that looked just like Edd Sheeran and we made a small shrine of Edd Sheeran in his class room.

After all of that we finally leave, Sabo telling us we can finally go to the mall. Luffy states that he's excited to go to the candy store. I tell Sabo I want to go to the furniture store and get some new pillows for my bed. Sabo just giggles at the both of us saying he's going clothes shopping. I then remember my shoes that Sabo was so fond of and joke that he's going to go buy himself some. He gives me a look and simply states, "yes." before we get in the car and he drives off to the mall.

#asl brothers #modern au ace #portgas d ace #monkey d. luffy #modern au sabo #Modern au luffy #sabo one piece #revolutionary sabo #one piece #Modern au op #op modern au

[eddiesgirlstevesbabe]

Your beautiful boyfriend won't get home till after 10 and you're missing him, every damn inch of him, so you drop by Family Video for a little flirtatious foreplay. What's the harm in that?

Warning: Pure girly 80s nostalgia trash 😍

It's 5'o clock on a Friday night in 1986. You lock up your shop with a jingle and jump into your cherry red '79 VW Super Beetle convertible. Your brain on autopilot, you start the car and mindlessly head back to your cute little apartment when you turn the radio dial and Eddie Money's 'Take me home tonight,' is already at the chorus. 

"Take me home tonight, I don't wanna let you go till you see the light."

You sigh dreamily and pull over into the nearest strip mall parking lot. Your lip sticks out and the pout is so stupid and babyish, you shake your own head at yourself. It's just that… You miss him! And of course, this could be considered your song, since you played it for him on your first official date and then he gave you that look. The look that said 'I'll take you home tonight, and every night after.' 

But Steve didn't have his own place then, so he brought you back to yours, and you never wanted him to leave. It wasn't long after that you decided to ask him not to leave, like ever again. And he had all his belongings there before 11pm that night.

You don't think you can stomach the next five hours without seeing him, thinking how lame it would be to just go sit at home in your pajamas and wait and pine for him.

So, you pull into the diner he likes that makes you feel like he's Archie and you're Veronica. Two to-go chocolate shakes with extra sprinkles and whipped cream later, you find yourself on the way to Family Video. You hit the gas to ensure you make it there before your brain starts working again and you force yourself to turn around and go home like any sensible girl would. 

But hey, now you're already in the Family Video parking lot, might as well stop by and say Hey. You yank the rearview mirror to get the best look at yourself before pulling out your Maybelline Great Lash and bubblegum flavored Kissing Potion lip shine. Just to touch up. You spritz yourself with Calvin Kline Obsession and fluff your hair before grabbing his shake and heading inside.

The door jingles as you enter, making Steve look up right away, a shit eating grin spreading across his face as he says, "Well Hello, Beautiful." 

The older couple he's checking out turn to look at you and smile. Steve licks his lips and flips his perfect hair, accidentally beeping the same movie twice with his scanner. 

The couple turns back to him. "Sorry," Steve explains, "got distracted, that's my girl."

The couple doesn't mind. There are oohs and awws over young love and how they used to be just like you two. They agree that you're especially pretty and you just grin and thank them as you hand your boyfriend his milkshake. "Extra sprinkles just for you!"

He thanks you and waves goodbye as the couple leaves with their tapes. Steve's amber eyes sparkle. "How did you know how bad I was missing you?"

"Lucky guess," you smirk.

"Test out that kissing potion on me, yeah?"

Your palms pressed firmly onto the counter, you lift yourself up just an inch or two to reach him, melting as your lips touch his soft ones gently. 

"It works," he sighs dreamily, "every damn time."

He leans in for more, "God you're perfect," he hums, swiping your bottom lip with his tongue. You allow him access, letting a cute, needy little moan to fall into Steve's hot mouth as his tongue teases yours. 

"I wish I had backup," he breathes heavy when your lips finally part, "Cause I'd take you in the back room right now and show you how badly I missed you. How much I need you, Baby."

A pink blush creeps over your cheeks because Steve Harrington is a lot of things, but 'all talk' is not one of them. You feel the desire building lower and lower inside you as you think of last week when you came to visit him on your lunch break. He'd let Robin man the counter while he'd fucked you from behind over the back office desk, lending you his knuckle to bite on as you saw stars and tried not to scream, coming in wave after wave of ecstasy on your boyfriend's stupidly big, beautiful dick.

You pout again as you begin to hear footsteps approaching from behind you. All you want is him and that big, dumb cock that you can never get enough of, in that back room, right now! But it's about to become busy as hell in here and you both know it.

Steve sees the customer and waves them over, but keeps talking to you. 

"Feel free to browse and grab whatever you want, but don't forget to check what I've picked out for you. I'd like to think I know what you like," he says with a smirk, tilting his head to the counter behind him.

 He begins helping the customer, so you just nod and peek behind him. You see, under the counter, a big popcorn tub filled to the top with movies and snacks. Your cheeks are still rosy, thinking of how he used his time before you got here to reserve everything he thought you might want, so other girls couldn't swoop up the films you'd want to see. This only grows your desire for Steve, if that was even possible.

You head over to the counter behind him, grinning as you pull the bucket up to get a good look at what's inside. You get momentarily distracted seeing that the next customer is a gorgeous blonde, batting her big lashes at your boyfriend. You stifle a giggle as his eyes are totally glazed over, not noticing her hotness at all, it seems, not turning on his charm in the slightest, treating her just the same as the random guy in his 40s he'd helped before her. You are the luckiest girl in Hawkins, and you know it.

You pull out the red vines and m&ms to see the tapes underneath. You grin at his choices for you. St. Elmo's Fire. Breakfast Club. Teen Wolf. The fourth one makes you break out in giggles. Your laughter makes Steve turn and look at you with a mischievous smile. "Yeah I thought you'd like that." 

You just shake your head, amused that Steve would think you'd get turned on by the viewing of, "Perfect," a cheesy looking love story that centers on the 80s aerobics craze, where John Travolta basically just thrusts his crotch in Jamie Lee Curtis' direction and vice versa for two whole hours. The fact that your boyfriend thinks you need Travolta to get turned on at all is utterly hilarious to you, considering you find Steve hotter than any movie star in existence. 

"The perfect selection," you say just loud enough for him to hear while still helping customers, "just gonna browse once to see if you missed anything." You don't miss the slight shake of his head that says 'yeah, yeah, I could never guess your mood 100% but I tried.'

You wander the movie aisles at a leisurely pace, fingertips brushing against the textured vinyl of the cases of each tape. You find yourself in the horror section because you're that kind of girl, and you don't think Teen Wolf will quite cut it tonight. You needed something to pretend to be super scared of, ha! As if you needed an excuse to jump into Steve's arms, but it was always fun to pretend. You pick up the latest Friday the 13th, and head back to the counter.

He spots you coming with your pick and scoffs, "how could I be so dense? I picked teens falling in love when I could've picked teens getting murdered! I should've known!" 

You add the tape and a box of Nerds to your stash and leave it there for him to bring home to you tonight. You blow him a kiss, "I love everything you picked," you assure him. You want to kiss him again but you feel more customers approaching so you simply smile and say, "Travolta has nothing on you, Babe." 

He greets the next customer but his eyes are on every inch of you as you exit the store, "you just earned yourself an extra large, extra hot-"

You laugh as the door jingles.

"Pepperoni. See you at 10!"

You love the feeling of his desperation for you, his eyes trained on the curve of your ass in the tight Jordache jeans he bought for you as you walk out.

You are so glad you didn't just drive home and sulk. That was fun, you think, a little foreplay to keep your mind occupied until tonight. You can't wait. 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things fanfiction

[dckweed]

BABES! HI! can you please write a fic where you and max are bsfs and you’re also billy’s girlfriend and she’s like reacting to reader calling billy mullet daddy? 😭 idky but it sounds funny.

hello love! lmao i fuckin love this idea so much this is gonna be so good ! def a light hearted change of pace compared to the drafts i have going right now.

ngl girls talk boys was on my mind the whole fucking time lmao (please i love my aussie bby boys so so much i had such a blast seeing them on tour this year)

warnings: MINOR SAFE ! basically reader and billy being dopey messes just for pure joy of embarrassing max, max dying of embarassment in front of her friends + her friends also dying of second hand embarassment (but secretly they all think you're adorable).

"..WHEN YOU'RE TALKING TO YOUR GIRLS, DO TALK ABOUT ME?.." billy hargrove x reader

"Please, he's so pretty you don't understand-" You say, giggling with your group of girlfriends as you sit in a small circle together outside of the school, it was summer still but you guys had been trying out for Volleyball, at least two of you hellbent on making the team, the other two were just here for support. After having spent the entire summer not seeing each other you were excited to finally see your girls again, the camaraderie was light an airy as usual as they grilled you over Billy, whom everyone had noticed a change in lately. You were about to continue on when you heard his Camaro pull into the parking lot. He stopped a little ways away, close to the doors, honking once he saw you. "Speak of the devil, I'll see you guys tomorrow for a sleep over okay?"

Quickly you rise to your feet, slinging your duffle bag over your shoulder as you ran, last year's Volleyball uniform clinging to your body. You see him give a small smirk as he helps push Max into the backseat, you see her feet go over, dangling in the air and you see his shoulders move up and down in laughter.

You roll your eyes, opening the passenger door. "Stop laughing at her it's not funny!" You say, pulling the passenger seat down to help her, she was stuck on her skateboard. "You going to the mall too, Max?" You ask, helping put her upright as you say your bag down on the seat next to her.

"Yeah, I'm meeting El and the guys." She says, settling in. She gives you a happy smile, always happy to see one of her favorite people. You were so kind and sweet, too sweet to be with someone like Billy, but she had also noticed that he had done a complete 180 spin on his personality, and at first she thought it was just to show off for you, but then she realized that he was doing it when you weren't even around too. She thought it was amazing.

You put your seat back up, sliding in. "Good, I wanted to ask you something," You say, closing your door as you settle. You look up when you notice the car hasn't moved, going to give Billy an odd look only to realize he's already staring at you. "What?"

He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking into what looked like a heartfelt pout. "You're forgetting something." He says, leaning back in the driver's seat as he waits for you to realize.

You cock your head, rolling your eyes as you finally realize what has hinting to you. "You poor baby, im so sorry i forgot to tell you hello," You say, mocking him as you lift yourself slightly off the seat and lean over to him, giving him his clearly long awaited kiss. You pull away after a moment, not wanting it to get too heated with Max in the back, the girl was already gagging at the sight of her brother sticking his tongue down your throat. "Better, big boy?" You ask, looking up at him playfully.

He rolls his eyes at you this time. "Much." He says, his hand going automatically to your thigh as he finally pulled away from the school. "You girls seemed like you were having fun.."

You smirked, looking at him with a chuckle. "Oh, we sure were.." You say, he raises an eyebrow, curious. "And the fun continues tomorrow night, would you like to join us, Max? The girls can't wait to meet you." You look back at her, a smile on your face. Sure, she was your boyfriend's little sister but she was cool to hang out with, and who didn't love cool new friends.

She seems flustered at first, surprised that you would even ask her. "Um, yeah, that'd be cool..can El come too?" She asks, perking up in the seat excitedly.

You grin. "Of course she can!"

The rest of the ride is in silence, Billy squeezing your thigh occasionally as he focused on the road ahead of him. He couldn't believe how genuinely kind you were to everyone you met, especially him, who he knew didn't deserve it or you for that matter. It was something always on his mind, and he always wanted to ask but he always chickened out, too afraid of your answer.

Once he finds a parking space in the malls parking lot, you get out, lowering the seat for Max. Billy walks around the side of the car, his arm going around your shoulder immediately. You guys walk to the doors of the mall, listening to Max talk about what she and her friends were going to do.

You saw her friends once you neared the doors, and Billy pulls you in tighter. "So," His voice is in your ear, a sultry sound to it almost. "when you're talking to your girls like that..do you talk about me, baby?" You can practically feel the cheesey smirk sliding across his lips.

Max looks back, stunned that she had even heard the question. You chuckle, turning to look up at him. You bat your eyes, giving him a shit eating look. "You wanna hear all about how we talk about how cute your ass is?" You say, and you notice Max tense as she tries to walk faster. "Or do you wanna hear about how we all call you mullet daddy, because you really do look beautiful with that hair baby."

You laugh at his shocked face, and then at Max's initial reaction, which is to gag heavily just as she reaches her friends, who all in turn gag at overhearing your conversation. "Oh you poor babies, believe me, we spend our time talking about alot more than his hair.." You say, you look back at him, grabbing his hand to tug him along, leaning the kids to gag over you guys. "come along, mullet daddy."

"Please never say that word again!" You heard max, and a chorus of noises made in agreeance.

"You're lucky you're so fucking cute, you know that?" Billy says in your ear, wrapping his arms around you from behind. "...they really think my ass is cute?"

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