#s4 waffles

[balkanikabg]

Waffles Maker

Description:

Waffles Maker is a small appliance that can be used to make different types of waffles.  It can be found in buy mode under "Appliances -> Small  appliances", it should be placed on a counter. It costs 200$.

When you press on the Maker you'll see an option to make Waffles, this will open a selection menu and you can choose from 10 different types of waffles (5 sweet and 5 salty).

The flat price for each meal is 8$, but if you have the needed ingredients it's free. For now you're able to make only single dishes.

The ingredients are optional and require SCCO.

DOWNLOAD (Early Access)

Public: 11th of July, 2022

#s4 functional object #s4 food #ts4 food #ts4 custom food #s4 maxis match #ts4 download #s4 download #ts4 maxis match #ts4 custom content #s4 custom content #s4 mm cc #sims 4 download #ts4 maxis mix #ts4 mm cc #ts4 waffles #ts4 waffle maker #s4 waffles #s4 waffle maker #sims 4 food #sims 4 custom food

[milkemie]

miffy waffle maker (functional)

This is my first time making build-and-buy cc! I slightly edited the original mesh of the waffle maker~

♡ 16 swatches ♡ HOME CHEF HUSTLE stuff pack required ♡ Feel free to make recolors

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#sims 4 #sims 4 cc #maxis match cc #my cc #home chef hustle #the sims cc #the sims 4 #waffle maker cc #ts4 cc #s4 #mycc

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

So, after season one, Nancy and Steve don't get back together for like a month, right? Okay, what if they reconciled by Steve approaching her and telling her that he wanted to give her space, that he didn't want to push her, but he wanted to make sure she was alright after Barb. He told her how he wished he had gotten to know her, and if she was up for it, then maybe she could tell him about Barb. I have a hard time believing that no one acknowledged Nancy and her grief for Barb. (I mean, did Hopper even think to check on her?) To me, I think that this would explain why she was holding on to Steve for so long even though she had feelings for someone else. In her darkest moment, Steve was so sweet to her. Jonathan was busy with his own family, and that's understandable, but you're telling me that he couldn't pick up the phone? I think it's also why Steve went to the dinners because he did feel guilty, and he did feel guilty about not getting to know Barb. I think if she and Jonathan hadn't gotten together in that moment, then she would have found her way to actually talk to Steve about Barb to get closure. It's one of the things that annoys me about Jancy. That and the photographs. I wish they had written Jonathan better. Anyway, I just wonder how they reconciled after that month, and I think this is it.

#stranger things #stranger things s1 #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #steve x nancy #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #stancy #does anyone else waffle back and forth between romantic stancy and platonic stancy #or is that just me #platonic stancy #they would make great friends #but they were also really cute in the beginning of s1 #i love nancy #she's such a complicated character #on one hand i also love steve and i am mad at her for the bathroom scene #but i also understood that she felt guilty for barb #on the other hand it doesn't make sense for her to see the giant open gate and risking all of hawkins #she could have waited to talk to Hop had Hop been there for her #honestly they butchered nancy's character in s2 as much as they butchered jonathan #i prefer nancy in s4 she's matured a little and that would have been the perfect time to talk with steve but noooo #man i think i need closure just as much as the characters do #😂

[robertwaffles]

If you know me (which you might not because it's been...literal years since I've posted on here), you know I love a little CAS moment.

Val really isn't into super complicated outfits and really only tries when there's a special occasion. She owns TWO dresses - she calls them her "fancy fancy, like maybe the president could be there" dress and her "I don't want to disappoint my parents by showing up in leggings" dress.

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 cas #s4: Valentina #robert waffles

[scarletslippers]

So. How we feeling today my Drewds?

#terrible right? #I’m waffling between utter denial and crippling grief #reblogging all my s4 fic this afternoon in the run up to show time #because I somehow wrote a lot of s4 fic?? #nancy drew cw #nace #scarletslippers posts

[shatinn]

Sims 4 build / s4/Minecraft p2

#Sims 4 #sims 4 build #simscraft #shatinnbuilds #sometimes I wondering what am I doing wrong in s4 #previous post of this build has zero reaction #is this build that bad? #yeah sure I love it but nobody else does #then I failed to deliver #ignore my waffling off just wondering thoughts

[stewystew]

It didn’t properly hit me until now but stewy literally kisses guys on molly

#AND HE LIKES PANCAKES AND WAFFLES #succession #succession s4 spoilers #sadeq!!

[fantasticwolfpenguin]

Am I the only one that wants to see Klaus eat waffles for like several minutes just unrelated to anything just him getting the waffles 🧇.

He lost his powers just him going to Hargreeves Dennys just like a theater kid who had just put on the worst night of their show and getting a plate of waffles.

#tua #the umbrella academy #Klaus hargreeves #tua shitpost #waffles #tua s3 spoilers #tua spoilers #things I want for s4

[minimoefoe]

thoughts after watching ftwd s5 for the first time:

- love basically every character, don't know if I love one enough to say they're my fave, they're just all cool

- I've never cared much for daniel or strand but I liked them both in this season

- ftwd morgan > twd morgan for sure. I also love having dwight around too

- the kids were annoying in the first half, I find the whole running away thing like what june had going on in s4 really annoying, but after that was over they were fine idk

- morgan and mrace are a great duo. thought they had a vibe so I looked up to see if they get together bc I really wanted to know lmao

- logan really didn't feel like a threat like... I didn't care about him at all until like ten minutes before he died lmao. the horse ppl also started out uninteresting but they've kinda grown on me

- the whole trying to save ppl thing is a really cool idea, liked it a lot

- the radiation stuff is interesting

- can't believe they managed to fly a whole as plane lmao

- wish lucianna did more

- love john and june but I stg in basically every scene they need to bring up the fact they lost each other and then found each other again like omfg we get it

- I didn't write down thoughts as I was watching which may have been a mistake bc im sure I had more thoughts than this but overall I'd say I really liked this season. I gave it four stars. can't imagine it will go up or down

- I think being removed from my sadness at nick dying and being used to the fact the show is just different now makes it easier to enjoy idk. like I've accepted these changes and I like all the characters. it's a shame that the show did change so much like they really hit their stride with s3 and then kinda threw a lot of it away but I think s4 was the main issue bc of how jarring the change was and how it got rid of two main faves, sidelined other main faves and gave us a ton of new characters and expected us to care. but now that I'm used to it and I know these characters more I'm like okay I enjoy this

#ftwdfw #twd txt #im a few eps into s6 and im liking this season a lot too so far.... #starting to think ppl were waffling when they said the show goes to shit #its really only s4 thats been a bit of a let down so far #also i rewatched s1-4 before watching s5 🤌 #now im tryna finish s6-8a before 8b starts bc my boy is back!!!! #my whole plan was always to catch up for the final eps #but it was more of a chore before #now that i know troy is back im like.. LET'S GO

[mozzzz05]

Why can Allison rumour Viktor without saying “I heard a rumour”? Harlan/Viktor gave her a power up.

When Harlan and Viktor are trying to transfer the power glowy orb things back to Viktor and Allison joins the circle she tells Harlan to stop and her eyes glow the way his eyes glow, all yellowy/orange. After that her eyes continue to do this when she rumours someone instead of the usual white. I initially thought it was just like anger was enhancing her powers like Klaus was learning the extent of his powers (though he still can’t float :() but rewatching/thinking it’s clearly more than that

Question is - will this be a problem next season? They wouldn’t have included it otherwise with no explanation? Surly? We see the other umbrellas have no powers now in this new weird timeline but we don’t have any confirmation of this for Allison, if she does still have her powers it could be because she pressed the button or because she now has this thing inside her too.

However, when she tries to rumour Reggie, she can’t, is this because he’s an alien? (Could she rumour him before?) or simply because Reggie was in the middle of doing his magic maths equation thingy and had stripped the siblings of their powers. Whether she has actual powers or not I think she still has this thing inside of her because her eyes glow yellowy/orange.

#tua #the umbrella academy s3 spoilers #the umbrella academy spoilers #the umbrella academy #tua spoilers #tua s3 spoilers #allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #tua s4 speculation #the umbrella academy s4 #emmy raver lampman #number 3 #number seven #number 7 #number three #tua theory #elliot page #what a load of waffle #hope tho makes sense lol #meme #memes #my brain is weird

[theverywest]

Okay so like

I just finished stranger things with my parents and would like to ask the fandom - I'm not the only one crying and rolling on the floor rn right?

Even though nobody cares, I'll just put my thoughts out into the world anyway - so :

SPOILERS FOR ST S4

EDDIEEE NOOOO

Get absolutely dunked on dr.brennan

Max deserved better - I swear if she dies in that coma imma loose my marbles lmao

Will is SUS AS HELL like hmm I saw those neck scratches young man - what aren't you saying to us

Fucking SNOW? HUH??? 1 just decided to turn into Elsa for shits n giggles ig

Is the government still after El, or is she good now?

Is Argyle ever gonna return the pizza van?

will Hopper be Hawkins police chief again, or not?

On that note , I'm assuming Els going to move back in with him - but are they going to stay in Hawkins at ALL?

What's going to happen to the two Russian guys who helped Hop? Did they stay in America? And what happened to Murray

So many questions that I'm probably very behind on lmao. Thanks for reading ig

#long post #spoilers for stranger things #stranger things s4 #west waffles #also just found out the guy from my other post about free guy #plays STEVE #my mind was blown yall

[dragonflavoredcake]

Handy guide to Hermitcraft groups/platonic pairings

Squads

Aerial Sheep Service (S5): Zedaph, Tango, Xisuma

Allium Alliance: Bdubs, Etho, Beef, Doc, False, Stress

Architechs (S6): Mumbo, Grian, Iskall

Bed Trio / Sleepy Trio: Scar, Bdubs, Grian

Big Eye Crew (S8): Bdubs, Keralis, Tango

Blue Bin Bags (S10): Hypno, Iskall, Mumbo, Ren, Stress

Boatem Crew (S8): Grian, Mumbo, Scar, Pearl, Impulse

Boomers (S7): Impulse, Tango, Bdubs

Create Crew / Coggers: Bdubs, Keralis, Tango, Zedaph, Scar

Clockers: Cleo, Scar, Bdubs 

Dragon Bros (S6): Grian, Iskall, Bdubs, Mumbo, False

Evil Empire (S8): Xisuma, Jevin, Beef, Wels

GIGS: Grian, Impulse, Gem, Scar, Skizz

G-Team (S6): Grian, Iskall, Cleo, Mumbo, Stress, Jevin, JoeHills, Tango

Hermitcraft Environmental Protection Agency [HEP] (S7): Scar, Bdubs, Cub, Tango, Xisuma, False, Keralis, Mumbo

Hermit Dads: Joehills, Bdubs, Docm77, Keralis, Tango, Impulse

Hermit Gals: ZombieCleo, Gem, Pearl, False, Stress

Her-munculous (S6): Cleo, False, Stress

Hippies (S6): Ren, Impulse, and Grian

IDEA (S6): Xisuma, Bdubs, Keralis

Jungle Crew (S7): Stress, Mumbo, Grian, Iskall, Scar

Knights of the Square Table (S9): Rendog, Bdubs, Cleo, Joe, Cub, Scar, Iskall

La Revolution (S5): Iskall, Ren, Stress

Magic Mountaineers (S10): Grian, Scar, Joel, Gem, Impulse, Skizz, Mumbo

Mustard Milk Tots (S10): Cleo, Beef, Doc, Skizz, Tango

Mycelium Resistance (S7): Grian, Impulse, Etho, XB, Ren, Jevin, Stress, Doc

Milk Sog Quartet (S9): Bdubs, Scar, Tango, Grian, Cub

Monolith Trio (S9): Ren, Bdubs, and Etho

New Hermit Order (S5): Bdubs, Doc, Etho, Beef

No Braincells Trio / Buttercups (S9): Grian, Mumbo, Scar

PET Neighbors (S10): Pearl, Etho, Tango

Purple Pickles (S10): Joe, Keralis, XB, Xisuma

Red Rashers (S10): Bdubs, Etho, False, Jevin

Sewer Cats (S7): Impulse, Scar, Grian, Bdubs

Soup Group / Trifle Trio (S9): Gem, Pearl, Impulse

Swamp Lump (S8): False, Gem, Stress

Team BEST (S10): Bdubs, Etho, Skizz, Tango

Team Canada: Etho, Beef, Gem

Team STAR / Hermit Gang (S6): Doc, Wels, False, Impulse, Xisuma, Ren, Mumbo (briefly as a double agent)

Team ZITS: Zedaph, Impulse, Tango, and Skizz

Team ZIT: Zedaph, Impulse, Tango

Wood Collective (S10): Beef, Doc, and Skizz

5k Club: False, Cub, Scar

Duos

Area 77 (S6): Scar and Doc

Aqua Town Duo (S7): Scar and Bdubs

Big Salmon (S10): Beef and Skizz

Birchfellas (S4): Cub and Wels

Boat Boys: Joel and Etho

Clock Duo / Homewreckers: Impulse and Bdubs

Clumsy Cooking Duo: Zedaph and Tango

Convex / ConCorp (S5-S6): Scar and Cub

Crastle Duo: Bdubs and Cleo

Deadliest Duo: Grian and Joel

DERP Duo: Tango and Impulse

Desert Duo: Grian and Scar

Elven Duo (S9): Gem and Scar

End Busters / Mafia Bros: Mumbo and Iskall

Gingerbread Duo: Grian and Gem

Hohenzollern Castle Duo (S8): Joe and Cleo

Horse Head Farms (S8): Hypno and XB

Logfellas (S4): Xisuma and Ren

Maple Duo (S10): Gem and Etho

Octagon (S8): Doc and Ren

Podzol Party (S7): Beef and Hypno

PogSupremacy Duo: False and Ren

Quartz Cleaners: Iskall and Beef

Rich Duo: Mumbo and Keralis

Shattered Savanna Duo (S8): Etho and Iskall

Shiny Duo: Gem and Pearl

Sky Siblings / Sky Duo / Skyblings: Pearl and Grian

Sunflower Duo: Scar and Pearl (S9)

Tall and Short (S9): Bdubs and Etho

Team Plastic: Ren and Iskall

Waffle Duo: Grian and Mumbo

Warden Wranglers (S9): Xisuma and Cub

Wither Duo: Grian and Impulse

PLEASE COMMENT WITH ANY I’VE MISSED, BECAUSE I KNOW I DIDN’T GET ALL OF THEM

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #informative #grian #bdubs #bdouble0 #bdoubleo100 #keralis #tangotek #tango tek #mumbo jumbo #gtws #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #impulse #iskall85 #iskall87 #iskall #zombiecleo #stressmonster101 #ijevin #jevin #joe hills #joehills #geminitay #falsesymmetry #docm77 #welsknight

[katsu28]

sweet

part 2 - starry skies

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: finally mustering up the courage to talk to the cute boy at Scoops Ahoy turns into something much sweeter than just the ice cream

warnings: set during s3 so no s4 spoilers, light swearing, just hella fluff

a/n: i actually squealed writing this. multiple times. enjoy <3 

masterlist + taglist

(gif from pinterest!)

“You really need to go talk to him.” Your friend’s voice knocked you out of your daze, cheeks growing hot at being caught staring at the cute boy with the fluffy hair behind the counter. 

“Huh? Sorry, who?” You knew your answer was absolutely see through as soon as it left your mouth, but you’d been…distracted. 

“Uh, the guy you’ve been obviously ogling every time we come here?” They raised an unamused brow at you that you rolled your eyes at. 

“I haven’t been ogling him—” 

“You’ve definitely been ogling him. Every time.” They snorted, popping the cherry from their banana split into their mouth smugly. “But lucky for you, he’s been checking you out too.” 

“Really?” You might’ve sounded a tad too hopeful, not being able to help letting your gaze drift over to the boy yet again to find that he was already looking back at you, both of you smiling sheepishly at one another when you locked eyes. 

“Oh my god, go talk to him, Y/N!” 

You had to dodge another kick to the shins before climbing out of the booth, brushing any residual waffle cone crumbs off your clothes on your way to the counter. 

The boy was slouched over at the register, mindlessly twirling an ice cream scooper between his fingers, but straightened up instantly when he saw you heading his way. 

“Ahoy there!” He blurted, a little too loudly for your close proximity, but you didn’t seem to mind. “What can I get for ya?” 

“Oh, nothing right now, we’re still working on our from earlier.” You jerked an aimless thumb back towards the general vicinity of your friend. He glanced over your shoulder to see said friend ducking behind the booth partition guiltily, an amused grin quirking his lips. “I, um, I just thought I’d come over and say…thank you. For the ice cream. It’s really good.” 

You had to fight to keep from smacking yourself at your awkwardness. Thank you for the ice cream? It’s really good?

Of course he knew the ice cream was good, he worked here for god’s sake! 

But he just smiled good-naturedly, bobbing his head. “Good. That’s—I’m glad to hear that. Strawberry’s my favorite too.” 

“It’s so good, right?!” You exclaimed, your eyes lighting up in excitement. “My friend always rags on it and says it’s too sweet, but I keep telling them that ice cream is supposed to be sweet!” 

“That’s exactly what I say!” He slapped the counter with a gleeful laugh, pointing at you with his ice cream scooper. “I’m Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington.” 

“Scoops Ahoy, strawberry, Steve—how fitting,” You teased, nose scrunching as you giggled at your own joke. “I’m Y/N.” 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

“Likewise.” 

Steve just smiled at you for a few seconds, then opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but before he could, someone cleared their throat from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of  a very annoyed looking mom with two young kids, both of them looking about five seconds away from a temper tantrum. 

“I should get back to work—” 

“I should let you get back to work—” You blurted at the same time, sharing a chuckle with Steve right after. “Thanks again for the ice cream, Steve.” 

With that, you stepped aside, offering him one last smile before making your way back over to your booth. 

Steve watched you go, his brain willing him to call you back, to say something, anything, to get you to stay, but his mouth refused to cooperate. That, and the pissed off looking mom with her two little gremlins glaring at him like they wanted to kill him. 

He got them their ice cream as quickly as he could, trying (and failing) not to look over at you too much, and Robin noticed, smirking at him from her position behind the partition in the back room. 

“Should I add that to the ‘you suck’ side, or…?” She asked nonchalantly, hovering her uncapped marker over the whiteboard. 

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, tearing his eyes away from you to look at her. “What? Oh, screw you. She was into me. I think.” 

“Yeah, but you didn’t ask her out.” Robin pointed out. 

“Should I?” 

“Do you wanna go out with her?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, I do.” 

“Then go ask her out, dingus.” She shooed him away, but beckoned him back a split second later, rummaging under the counter before brandishing that stupid Scoops Ahoy sailor hat at him. “You gotta wear the hat.” 

“I’m not wearing the hat.” 

“It’s company policy, you gotta.” 

“Screw company policy, I’m not gonna wear the goddamn hat—” 

“Wait, wait, she’s leaving! Never mind the hat, go!” 

Steve’s eyes widened as he turned to see that you were tossing your trash in the garbage can by the parlor’s entrance, and he called your name, panicking. 

You turned at the sound of his voice, lips turning up in a soft smile at the sight of him jogging towards you. Your friend just smirked knowingly, muttering something about waiting outside. 

Steve came to a stop right in front of you, propping his hands on his hips in an attempt to remain casual. “Hi.” 

“Strawberry Steve!” You greeted him cheerfully, making his heart skip a beat. When he looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t, you tilted your head curiously. “Everything okay?” 

That seemed to snap him out of his daze. 

“Yes! Yeah, everything’s great.” Steve nodded rapidly, licking his lips nervously. “I just wanted to tell you that…I think you’re really pretty, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out. With me. Like, on a date.” 

God, he sounded so stupid right now. He used to be so good at this, why was he so nervous now? 

He was half expecting you to turn him down, but when your smile only grew bigger, he was hopeful. 

“I’d really like that, Steve.” You replied earnestly. He perked up at that. 

“Yeah? How bout later today? I get off work around five.” 

“Five works.” 

“Okay, good! Great. I’ll see you at five then.” 

“See you at five.” 

Steve made sure you were safely out of sight on his way back to Robin before fist pumping, a stupid grin on his face that she would definitely roast him for, but he didn’t care. He was back on his game. 

“Seems like a point for the ‘you rule’ category, I’d say,” He smiled smugly, hopping over the counter smoothly. 

“Yeah well, we’ll see about that.” She hummed, returning the bird that Steve flipped at her. 

-------

Your nerves were a jittery mess when five o’clock rolled around, because a guy as cute as Steve surely had to be messing around with you, right? 

Honestly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to find out. 

But you pushed the thought to the back of your mind as you hovered outside Scoops Ahoy waiting to meet up with him, instead deciding to focus your attention on counting the leaves of the very fake looking potted plant beside you. It wasn’t until you heard your name being called that you looked up, seeing Steve waving at you. 

He’d changed out of his tacky sailor’s uniform, instead sporting a very soft looking yellow sweater and a pair of very fitted blue jeans (not that you were complaining) as he made his way to where you were waiting for him. As he got closer, you saw that he was clutching a paper cup of strawberry ice cream in one hand. 

“Do you ever get tired of ice cream?” You asked, tilting your head at him curiously. “Because you’re around it all day?” 

“I don’t think anyone could get tired of ice cream,” Steve shrugged, taking a casual bite. “I definitely don’t.” 

“Well, how could you? You’re strawberry Steve, after all.�� You teased, voice lilting. 

“Funny. Here, get in on this,” He whipped another spoon out from behind his back with an exaggerated flourish, offering it and the cup out to you. “I know it’s your favorite.” 

“Ah, I’m good, thanks. Ate a lot earlier.” 

“Come on, you gotta have some! It’s Scoops policy.” 

“Policy, really?” You arched an amused eyebrow. “And what policy might that be?” 

“Always share your ice cream with pretty girls named Y/N.” 

A burst of laughter fell from your lips that Steve couldn’t help but feel proud of himself for being the reason for. “Pretty specific policy you got there.” 

“Oh, it’s super cutthroat, the ice cream industry.” He bobbed his head, eyes wide in mock seriousness. 

“I’m sure it is.” 

“Hey, so I saw on my way in this morning they just opened the, uh, the arcade on the other side of the mall, if that’s something you’d be interested in checking out? Maybe play some games?” Steve offered nervously. When you didn’t answer, he faltered. Were arcade games too childish of him to suggest? Did he just ruin his chance with you?

To his relief, a wicked grin stretched your face, accompanying the mischievous glint in your eye. “I’m so gonna beat you at Dig Dug, Steve Harrington.” 

“Oh, I’d love to see you try, Y/N…last name that I don’t know,” He responded, trailing off dumbly.

“It’s L/N,” You chuckled, falling into step with him as he started to head in the direction of the arcade. 

“Y/N L/N,” He hummed, like he was testing your name out on his tongue. “Pretty name.” 

You just laughed again, bumping your shoulder against his playfully, and Steve decided that your laugh was his new favorite sound. 

The giant flashing neon letters of the Time-Out Arcade sign greeted you both as you made your way inside, as well as the sound of clinking coins and electronic beeps from the games. 

“I haven’t been to an arcade in years,” You said breathlessly, taking in all the games around you in child-like amusement. 

Steve just dug around in his pocket, procuring a handful of coins that he held out to you with a smile. “Let’s go nuts.” 

He honestly lost count of how many games the two of you played, but he didn’t even care that you were beating him in every single one of them if it meant you’d keep smiling at him the way you did afterwards. 

“Not to brag or anything, but I’m kind of a pro at Dig Dug,” He shrugged, hands up in mock surrender as the two of you approached the blinking game machine. 

“Okay, so that’s how it is?” You snorted. “Why don’t you go first then? Just so I can see what score I’m gonna blow out of the water.” 

“You’re so on.” Steve smirked playfully, feigning cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders before popping a few coins into the slot and taking his place at the controls. The game’s startup music poured from the speakers, not leaving any more room for your teasing banter. 

Steve’s tongue poked out between his teeth as he was hunched over the joystick, long fingers slamming down on the buttons with the utmost engrossment in the little animated digger on the screen. It was cute. Steve was cute. 

“‘Mkay so, not my best performance, I will say.” Steve clicked his tongue disappointedly when he finally got caught, frowning at the ‘game over’ message blinking across the screen, then meeting your gaze sheepishly. “I might be a little bit out of practice.” 

“Sure, yeah, blame your sucky score on lack of practice,” You teased, bumping him out of the way with your hip. “Scooch, and let a real pro show you how it’s done.” With a playful wink sent in his direction that rendered him speechless in the best possible way, you started your game, determined to beat his (kind of shitty) score. 

Meanwhile, Steve was leaned up against the machine, one arm bracing him as he watched you play with an idiotic grin on his face, because fuck, you looked so cute when you focused. Your nose was scrunched adorably, eyebrows furrowed in intense concentration as you expertly handled the controls with ease. Along with the lights from the game washing your face in a breathtaking glow that sent his heart into an Irish jig in his chest, Steve wouldn’t be surprised if there were hearts in his eyes right now. 

“Yo, Steve, what the hell are you doing here?” An annoyingly familiar voice sounded out from a few games away, and Steve cursed inwardly, knowing full well that whatever good impression he’d hoped to make on you today had just been ripped away because of the untimely appearance of the one and only Dustin Henderson. “Dude, Earth to Steve? Hello??”

He turned to see the younger boy and the rest of friends staring incredulously at him, pressing his lips into a tight smile. “Yeah, I heard you, Henderson. Hi.” 

“Since when did you come to arcades?” asked Dustin, wrinkling his nose in confusion. “I thought you said they were for kids.” 

“I only said that because I don’t wanna drive all your asses here everyday,” Steve huffed, planting his hands on his hips. He cast a wary glance your way to make sure you were still enveloped in your game before aiming a pointed look back at them. “Get out of here, you little shits, I mean it. Go away. Now!” 

“What’s your problem, dude?” 

Max suddenly swore from where she was hovering at the back of the group next to Lucas as soon as she connected the dots, her eyes flicking from Steve, to you, then back to Steve, and widening the slightest bit at the realization. “Guys, he’s here with her. On a date.” 

Steve rolled his eyes, shooing the kids a few paces away so you were out of earshot. He could tell that they had questions, ones that he really didn’t want to answer right now. 

“Beat that, Steve—oh.” You glanced up from your high score to see a group of teenagers gathered near Steve, gawking at him, then you, like you were animals in a zoo. “Uh…hi there.” 

The curly haired one was the first one to react, shoving past Steve to shake your hand enthusiastically. “Hi! I’m Dustin. We’re friends with Steve.” 

“All of you?” 

“Yep!” He chirped, shooting you a toothy grin. Your eyes drifted to the rest of the kids standing a little ways away, offering them a meek wave that only the redhead girl returned. 

“Nice choice in game,” She jerked her chin approvingly at the Dig Dug machine. “Steve sucks at it.” 

That brought out a snort of laughter from you. “He really does.” 

“Alright, I think it’s time to go before you start ganging up on me.” Steve blurted, clamping his hands on Dustin’s shoulders and all but shoving him back to his friends. “Get lost, children. Scram. Skedaddle. Leave.”

“Jesus, fine, we’ll leave,” huffed Dustin, brushing the nonexistent dust off his colorful shirt before aiming a glare at Steve. “You’re still coming by to help me fix my bike later though, right? Because I really need those gears turning by tomorrow night if I’m gonna make it to D&D at Mike’s!” 

“Yes, Henderson, I’ll swing by in the morning! Now go!” 

Dustin looked like he wanted to argue, but one of the other boys started to steer him away. “It was nice meeting you, Steve’s date!” 

You went to return the sentiment, but he was ushered away by his friends before you could, leaving you with a thoroughly embarrassed Steve. 

“I’m so sorry about them. Particularly the annoying one.” He gave a weak chuckle, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“Are all your friends that young?” You asked curiously, tilting your head at him. 

Steve’s cheeks flushed pink, visible even in the dim arcade. “No! No, they just—they like to hang around.” 

“They’re cute.” 

“Oh god, you better not let Dustin hear you say that. I think the little shit thinks you’re cute. He’s not wrong, though.” Steve meant that last part to just be in his head, but when your lips curved into a smile, he knew you’d heard it. “I didn’t mean to say that! I’m sorry, I—” 

“It’s okay,” You said softly, shifting a little closer to him. “I think you’re cute too.” 

He perked up at that, your soft smile giving him the courage to reach out and take your hand gently, gauging your reaction to see if what he was doing was okay. When all you did was raise an expectant eyebrow, he laced your fingers together, twirling you in a half circle until you were snug against his side, his arm draped over your shoulder. Steve would never admit it, but he liked how you slotted into his embrace like a missing puzzle piece. His missing puzzle piece. 

“How very smooth of you,” You laughed airily, winding your arm around the small of his back as the two of you made your way out of the arcade. One look up at the skylight at the center of the mall told you that it was nearly dark, and it made you sigh knowing that you had to leave now if you wanted to get home at a reasonable time. “I have to get home soon.” 

Steve’s lips turned down in a pout, shoulders sagging a little bit overdramatically at your words. “I’ll walk you to your car.” 

You got to your car in the lot quicker than you would’ve liked, pulling away from Steve reluctantly to dig your keys out of your bag and unlock the driver’s side door. When you turned back to him, his eyebrows were furrowed in thought. “What’s with the face?” 

“I do have friends my age, I promise. You know my coworker, Robin, the other girl behind the counter at Scoops, she’s my age. Actually, she’s a year younger than me, but sometimes it feels like we’re the same age. A year isn’t that much,” Steve blurted, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was rambling now, but he couldn’t control the word vomit spewing from his mouth, let alone stop it. “She’s actually the one who pushed me to ask you out, so really, it’s her that—” 

“Hey, Steve?” You interrupted politely, making him pause mid sentence. “Shut up.” 

“Yep, shutting up now.” 

You closed the distance between the two of you, popping up on your tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. The brush of your lips was feather-light against his skin, but it still had Steve’s breath hitching in his chest. “I had fun today.” 

“Me too.” He murmured, his thumb coming up to rub tantalizing circles on your waist that had you not wanting to get into your waiting car. “Can I see you again soon? I wanna take you out on a real date. No annoying kids, no game machines eating our coins. Just you and me.” 

“That sounds perfect.” You beamed, turning and sprawling out across the driver’s seat to rummage through the passenger seat glove compartment, grabbing what you were looking for before scribbling down something on the tiny notepad. “Here.” 

He glanced down at the paper to see you’d written your address and phone number on it, along with your name signed with a heart next to it. “I’ll treasure this with my life.” He was half joking, but also not. 

“Good. I hope you’ll call.” You winked at him again, enjoying the way his cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink every time you did. “Bye, strawberry Steve.” 

Steve rolled his eyes, but there was a smile on his face as he opened your door for you and watched you get settled in. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Y/N.” 

“Can’t wait.” With that, you started your engine, waving at him one last time before pulling out of your spot and driving away, keeping an eye on him in your rearview mirror until he became a speck in the distance. Your heart leapt at the thought of hearing from him again soon. 

Steve just stood there as he watched you leave, waiting until your car disappeared from his line of sight before looking down at the piece of paper in his hands and feeling himself grin uncontrollably. 

Who knew that getting a shitty summer job scooping ice cream would turn into him meeting someone like you, who could kick his ass at Dig Dug and still be sweeter than the strawberry ice cream you both loved while doing it? 

(i won’t lie, i’ve already begun planning out the second date in my head, pls tell me y’all would read it) 

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[bugsbenefit]

i'm mmmmh still thinking thoughts (it's about the poster, of course it is, been fascinated by that since s4)

the last few minutes of every season always drop some major hints for the next season that are pretty explicit in hindsight. some examples

s1 shows the baby slugs Will coughs up that come back in s2, hints El might still be alive when Hopper leaves Eggo waffles out in the forest, and gives Nancy a sweet moment with Jonathan despite still dating Steve, s2 has El living with Hopper and J/ancy going canon

s2 shows the mindflayer looming over the school -> meatflayer is the main threat of s3 (as well as s2 having lumax and mleven dancing who will both be established couples by the start of s3)

s3 ends with the Byers moving away and Max sitting alone in Billy's room, s4 then has the Byers living in California be a major plotpoint as well as Max's trauma around Billy's death almost killing her

and so on you get it. in hindsight there will obviously be some pretty major hints in the last 10 minutes of s4

and some already seem pretty straight forward. obviously the gates opening is the big thing, the UD will be a focus in s5. the camera lingering on the church and Jason's bible quote outside also seems like it's a pretty solid nudge at the vibe in town next season. also things like the hill scene in general with the coupled grouping (doesn't even have to be about "endgames" necessarily, would also make sense as main groups of s5, since they're split into adults, teens (now young adults), and kids (teens) again)

but the whole blood thing going on in the last 10 minutes that comes out of nowhere? i want to know where that is going

we already had a ton of blood in s4, with the lab massacre and nose bleeds for the Vecna victims. so why does the donating blood theme come up after all that, what happens in s5 that makes it warrant the blood teaser (that sounds horrible) when s4 already had so much of it? and it's not just blood in general, there's a very specific focus on "giving" blood, however you want to interpret that

the poster in the hospital room already feels extremely foreshadowy in s4 given how bold it's written, how it's the only legible text on screen, and how it's in the negative space of the blocking the whole time so your eyes are drawn to it

but it's not even just that one poster either. in case you missed that one or didn't bother reading it in the hospital they also give you the blood donations promo table that the shot lingers on, that has so many posters begging for your blood it's not even funny anymore. and hey, even for those not reading background posters, there's 4 separate blood drop graphics so you definitely know they want blood, the show seems to really really want people to acknowledge it

and now they use the same exact poster from these last 10 minutes again? in another location? that's more focus on it than even i expected what are we going for here

be a hero give blood you say? on the show with the constant allusions to being a hero? "heroes" by david bowie, superheroes and powers, "don't try to be heroes" only for Eddie to die when he breaks his own advice? all of s4 was about how you shouldn't try to be a hero and that running away is okay. Max also almost dies when she stops running to distract Vecna. girl you know someone is fucked with that poster, that's a set up screaming for disaster (it's also not lost on me how even the stage show has a focus on blood and !TFS SPOILER! as far as i know Brenner senior even dies after not being able to receive blood donations due to his now abnormal blood type anymore. so there's some weird focus on blood going on even outside of the in show canon now, even specifically about giving blood, or well, not being able to give blood in this case. no one was a hero and gave blood in tfs i guess lmao. what are they cooking here)

the poster is also so vague there's so many ways this can be horrible for the characters. in the actual blood donation to save someone way? would be kind of tame but who knows what lore/plot s5 will deliver. in the sacrifice yourself/get injured to save someone way? or a secret third thing we don't have enough context to guess yet?

be a hero give blood my ass. who's giving blood for what tell me now. also how bad will "giving blood" be for them

#that poster had me kicking my feet for months and now it's coming back? oh i'm so (ab)normal about that #no but the constant mentions of blood coming up right at the end when the show enters the 'tease the next season' timeslot #concerning as hell #it's giving sacrifice of some kind #or at least bad injury #but who knows well see #also thinking of that poster always makes the stav post about it and the whole dead and missing broadcast and mike come back to me #it's windows screensavering in my brain again #st5 speculation #st s5 #st5 leaks

[robertwaffles]

I'm playing Valentina & her parents a bit before she moves to Mt. Komorbei - I'm treating this as that short time between graduating and moving out on your own. So, today they went to visit their dad's restaurant - Miguel's Place! Lot courtesy of @simpolcheeks

also, I forgot that running a restaurant is pure chaos.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #the sims #s4: valentina #robert waffles

[indouloureux]

𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞

summary: saturdays bring you a serene daze, especially when you share it with steve; your boyfriend who needs to be reassured, you decide, but you don't care — you'll idly love on him anytime.

— or: lazy days where you usually do nothing makes you do something, though something malicious. in other words, you and steve have lazy sex to keep your feet on the ground.

warnings: slight angst, fluff, short, too much deep words, post s4, slightly insecure steve, doubts, steve being a sappy boyfriend. smut (18+ mdni), fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, praise kink.

a/n: the title seriously has no connection to the story. a gift for you lovelies after i hit 8k. enjoy and don't forget to reblog mwah mwah

Saturdays bring you to a serene daze.

It’s one out of two days you get to relax — free of school, free of stress, and the putrid hatred that burns in your chest when you see the same annoying faces for five days straight. It’s a day you use to simply do nothing. 

With your boyfriend, Steve Harrington.

Dolce far niente, as he calls your shared Saturdays — the sweetness of doing nothing. 

Staying in his safe haven, laying in the soft duvet, of tangled limbs and petal silk skin that melt into one another; it’s ataraxy, the beauteous threshold belabors all the vexing tension of the cursed town you’re both trapped in. Naught but the sun that glows through, his soft breaths that tickle your ear and his feather kisses that makes your heart deliquesce in his palm, and his idle utterances of devotion.

Yeah, it’s enough to keep you doing nothing but to be in his arms. 

But he calls it your room now, too. Having moved in with him months ago because, well, it's as if his parents had wordlessly abandoned him. Living alone in a place full of empty bedrooms that lacked the vitality that other homes had made him... lonely. So when he invited you to move in with him and you said yes without doubt, he made some room in his cabinets and watched as you hung your clothes beside his.

Steve emerges from the bathroom with a towel in his head, rumpling his wet hair. The other towel hangs loosely around his hips, v-line prominent and taunting. When his feet stomp lightly on the rug, you turn away from your deceitful reflection, comb halfway down your damp locks as you meet his eyes.

Steve emerges from the bathroom with a towel in his head, rumpling his wet hair. The other towel hangs loosely around his hips, v-line prominent and taunting. When his feet stomp lightly on the rug, you turn away from your deceitful reflection, comb halfway down your damp locks as you meet his eyes.

“As much as I love you,” he flips the towel over his shoulder, hands in his hips, weight shifting on his left leg as his lips purse in feigned annoyance. His mom look, as you so teasingly called it —  you’ve seen it way too many times, especially when he’s with the kids. “You took up all the hot water, babe,”

You giggle, placing the comb down and pushing yourself away from the mirror. “I’m sorry. Just felt so relaxing,” you push his wet hair out of his forehead. “I told you to join me, Stevie.”

“But I was eating,” he pouts, letting you take the towel from his shoulder and squeeze his dripping locks. “I couldn’t just leave my waffles to shower, (y/n),”

“Yes you can,” you tug hard on his hair, enough to pull his head down. Steve playfully glowers at you. “Wait… did you choose waffles over me?”

He pales a little. “No,”

“Yes you did!”

“I didn’t!—ow,” he takes your wrist in his open hand, closing his fingers around the soft skin. Steve laughs almost timidly at you, finds the shock from your parted lips amusing. “I’ll choose waffles over you, honeybee. I was just very hungry,”

Your hand dampens from the towel, watching his flattened curls plump. His eyes follow yours, despite not meeting each other. “‘Y always gotta keep that mouth full, huh?”

Lovestruck, like he always was whenever he’s got his eye on you, he tilts his head and digs his lips on the lines of your palm. You look at him, eyelashes fluttering. “And my mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it,” he whispers.

Cheeks aflame and heartbeats rise. Although his cheeky remarks tend to be… ubiquitous, it always ends with you lifting in the air and a kiss that brings you back to the ground. Steve is, no doubt, poetic when it comes to proclaiming his love despite his prosaic life. He couldn’t help it — he’s got you, he said, you deserved to know that you’re loved. 

You chuckle. “Can this mouth give me a kiss, then?”

Obedient, he leans down to capture your lips in a quick but doting kiss, breaking with a soft wet click of exchanged spit. 

Steve takes the towel from you, letting your hands rest on his waist as your eyes wander. While he silently lets his hair dry, you count every single mole on his face, the sepia glow of his faint freckles accompanied by the rivulets of shower drops down his cheeks, his curled eyelashes and his ample cupid’s bow that you can’t help but trace with a curious finger.

He puckers and you giggle, tracing the wet pinkness of his lips before you move on to press a chaste kiss to the button of his nose. Hands wander up to trace the dips of his collarbone, down to his thick chest that adorned the mousy tush of curls, radiant from the warm sun that shines his body alight; they explore every pudge of his stomach, to the grotesque, salmon scars on his sides from the interdimensional monsters that cause anything but peace. 

Your hands still in observance, every uncanny ridge in the tendrils of healing flesh, the holes that shrink each day from the sharp teeth of the demobats. Steve sees your scrutiny, and a wave of insecurity drowns him as he swims beneath the undertow, head hitting the coral reef and arms injured. 

“Hey,” he takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head up, but your hands linger on his scars. “Why’re you staring, huh?”

“Can’t I appreciate the beauty of my boyfriend?” you quip, fully resting your palms on them. He tries not to flinch but does anyway, though more out of surprise; you’ve only ever touched him above the scars. And if you did touch his waist (during hugs or kisses), it’d been over his shirt. Out of respect—he wasn’t entirely comfortable with you seeing them, or staring at them, but you couldn’t let it go on any longer. 

Steve blushes, a twinge of pink coating his tan skin, his shyness making him refuse to meet your appreciative eyes. “You’re pretty,” you tell him, convince him. “And your scars are… really, really, hot,”

“Yeah?” he rubs your chin with his thumb. “Do you usually have a thing for beat up guys or are you just messed up?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think, hands steering to his back to squeeze lightly on the thick flesh covering his spine. “I just have a thing for you, ‘s all.”

“Flirt,”

You snort. “Okay, Mr. My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. I’m the flirt, sure.”

The idea that you might kiss him again is stuck in his brain. And he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since before any other kiss; his mind surges through fierce divulgence, that that feeling of wanting to kiss you over and over again was driving him criminally insane. The notion of it continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites him to an unorthodox degree.

Steve stares at the rosy cordiform of your upper lip, mouth twitching to take it in his mouth. 

Mind foggy, the perception of you finally touching his scars for the first time no longer scares him. You were never one to judge, anyway. 

The air is thick, the residue steam from his previous shower seeps through the ajar door and the moisture of laziness sticks on your touching skins. It is Saturday, after all, what are you both doing standing in front of the bathroom instead of laying down doing other things?

“God,” Steve murmurs. You move your head back, tracing the dip of his spine with a finger, eyebrows pulled together with your lips tugged in an upside down smile. “I’m so in love with you,”

Your eyes widen. “Thank you?”

He laughs, like a soft, harmonious siren in your ear. “Do you always have to say ‘thank you’ whenever I say that?”

“Yes,” you lean closer, pressing your chest against his, droplets melting into your shirt, creating wet spots that make the color darker. “I don’t know what else to say!”

Steve’s eyebrows raise, eyes softening, taking your hands in his and grasping them tightly with his thumb slipping between the bumps of your knuckles. “Say you’re in love with me too!”

It’s desperate, almost. He kind of thinks you’re not in love with him, or not as in love as he is with you — if it had been the latter, he’ll definitely argue, or write an essay about how much he loves you more than you love him. 

But anyway, the way you say ‘thank you’ floods the dam of his doubts. Loving someone is different from being in love with someone; Steve knows you love him, he just kind of needs reassurance.

“Aw, honey,” you bring your joint hands beneath your chin, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I’m in love with you, too,”

He wonders if you would have told him that if he didn’t playfully tell you to. Stupid thoughts. But you look like you meant it — it’s a cathartic waft on him, seeing the luster of candor in your eyes that look up at him. Steve’s body itches more for your touch, scars flaring for a kiss of aid, and he wants to hear you say it again.

And so: “Say it again,” his index drags across your jawline, the rest of his fingers still laced with yours into a fist. “Wan’ hear you say it again, please?”

You laugh, untangling your hands with his to wrap a finger around his lovelocks, and you say it again. “I’m in love with you, Harrington,”

He winces, eyes scrunched, driving his face away from you. “Say my name,”

“Steve,”

“Babe,” Steve untwines his hands from yours, only to splay his palms across your cheeks and cradles your head, tilting you up that the back of your neck aches. “You’re killing me here,” he whispers.

“I’m sorry,” you laugh breathlessly, placing your hands on top of his. “Might I cure you with a kiss, sir?” 

Steve’s eyes flit between yours — wide, curious, two brown enamel buttons, sick, and in love; he nods no longer than a millisecond later, thumbs rough against the soft skin of your cheeks. “Okay,”

You stand on your tiptoes and kiss him again, like two petal roses conjoined from the summer breeze of August; soft, sultry of hot breath and slick mouths, moans muffled. 

Eager for more, Steve tilts your head to the side, slanting his lips with yours, mouth opened only to lock it together on top of your mouth, his satisfied hum that lets itself escape from the back of his throat takes you back to earlier this morning when he’d hummed his way to the kitchen to cook you breakfast — 

You can still taste it, by the way: scrambled eggs and beans, with semi-burnt toast and your mixture of coffee that he claims was now his favorite, because he kissed it off your mouth before he drank your coffee. To save you the hard work from making a new one, he said, before he kissed your lips swollen.

Like now.

He’s hungry, like he’d been famished after you broke the kiss for a simple bathroom break. He swore he actually would have continued kissing you even as you sat on the toilet bowl. Steve would have knelt, just so he’d keep his lips pressed against yours. But he had to stop, eventually, you couldn’t breathe and neither did he, but only because he’s got the wind knocked out of him at the sight of you. 

Lips breaking from wet snaps, his hand journeys down to cup your neck before he’s tracing the shape of your shoulders, pressing against your collarbone. Then he moves them down your arms to squeeze at the plump flesh of your biceps, down to your forearms. Steve’s finger traces the insides of your elbow, the hairs on your skin tickling his palm.

You let your own hands venture back around his waist, blunt nails scraping the lumpy cicatrix. Steve sighs against your lips, shivering, his head cocking to the side for a split second before they go back to kissing you. 

“Steve,” you breathe out, hands swimming their way to his back to scratch your nails on his skin. You say his name with tender keenness, an acute bump swelling out his towel that pokes on your thigh. He hums, fully leaving your mouth to mushroom kisses across your head. 

The dulcet susurration of his name was enough to make the blood rush down to his soft cock, the noises from the back of your throat had bordered from contentment to craveful. Steve removes his hands from your forearms, bending his knees so that he’d wrap his arms around your waist, pushing you close to his chest, hands splayed on your shoulder blades.

He inhales you, consumes you, wishes you’d melt against him so he’d keep you within him forever; lapses into a navel-gazing covetation, a sommelier that keeps feeding you everything he has and everything he wants to give you. The pathological urge to get to know you more, despite the fact that he knows every single molecule that keeps you whole, drives him insane. 

Steve wears your initial on a chain around his neck, the pendant singeing his skin, burning his tawny skin until the golden letter melts on the space between his collarbone. He harbors it with pride.

“Baby,” you call him again, bringing his feet down to the ground. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes,” his mouth hovers over yours again, opening his eyes. “Fuck, yes, please. Didn’t have to ask, honey.”

In a swift motion, Steve’s being spun around and pushed, his soul gravitating from his body when he falls down to the bed, back meeting the soft covers. His hair bounces, no longer dripping but still damp, cold around his head. 

You’ve got your lip tucked between your teeth and a cute smile on your face when you crawl on top of him, stopping until you’re kneeling on top of him, legs on either side of his torso with the swell of your ass abrades on his covered shaft.

“Getting aggro there, babe,” he jokes, his palms feeling up your sides, slipping them beneath your shirt to palm at your breasts, rolling your slowly hardening nipples between his fingers. 

“I’ll show you aggro,” your eyebrows connect, head tilting back while your jaw slackens, grinding against him as he continues to fondle with you. “I’m gonna be straight forward and say I wanna suck you off right now, Steve,”

He laughs. “Go ahead, babe.”

You haul his hands from beneath your shirt, bringing them up to playfully snap your teeth on his fingers. Steve chuckles, watching you scoot back until you’re floating from his thighs, untucking his towel until they loosen, throwing them to the side.

While his towel stays beneath him, his cock springs up, aching pink tip bobbing down to his navel, a bead of precum falling down to the tush of curls above his length. 

A sudden flush of puddle surrounding your tongue, you swallow thickly. Never had you thought the sight of a cock would entice you so much; cocks weren’t meant to be pretty, but Steve had a huge, thick, and pretty cock — an embodiment of pleasure and inebriation, of sweet nectar blessed upon the parched as they seep through the thin slit of his head; of the fat girth to silence your mouth to prevent all sins spat out between your lips. 

The pit of fire in your eyes starves him. And when you finally let a trembling hand wrap around his veiny shaft, oh does he let out the most angelic sound of relief that rings inside your ears to wrap around your brain and tickle it. 

You move backward, until you’re resting between his legs that part itselves to give you more access as you lay on your stomach. Your head hovers, mouth pursed to let a glob of spit fall down to his tip, falling down to his shaft and onto your thumb. Amalgamated with his precum, you use the gathered slick to lube him up, gyrating your wrists until his dick’s wet enough.

“Christ,” he lifts his head, an uncomfy ache on his spinal cord, but anything to see you. Your hand bobs, moving up and down his throbbing shaft. You look mesmerized, and what he finds so amusing is that you’re not even looking at his face; though, with the treacly feeling of your hand squeezing around him felt good. “Oh, fuck,”

The ink of his words blotch when it’s thrown out the window, all senses hazed and wrapped around you and just you, and the feeling of you and the touch of you. It’s spirituous, an unhealthy addiction, but alas — he can never get enough.

Neither did you.

Your mouth parts, wrapping your lips around his pulsating head. Steve groans, his head falling back, a hand that presses on his forehead and the other gathers your hair in a loose ponytail with his fingers as a tie, giving you more access.

When you suck, using your hand to give the rest of him the attention your mouth isn’t giving, he can’t fight back his whimpers. “Yeah, yeah fuckin- fucking suck my dick like that. Quit teasin’ me though, ‘s not funny,”

You playfully roll your eyes, lips still suctioned on his gummy helmet. You’re lapping your tongue on every inch of his spongy tip, pressing it flat on his slit, where the translucent liquid of his seed lathers on the middle of your tongue. Steve fights the urge to tug on your hair, or maybe push you deeper until he feels your throat close around him and your nose on his pubes.

“S-shit, y-yeah. Just like that- ohhhhh,” 

When you pull back with a loud pop, you hope he doesn’t see how you embarrassingly gathered all the air in your lungs before you went and pushed his cock in your mouth in one go, but he was too distracted with the sudden overwhelming feeling of your mouth around him.

His tip’s right in your throat, blocking the airway, but you’ve done this more than a normal person should that you’ve learned how to breathe through your nose. Steve moans a bit louder, almost a mewl that mimicked yours when you’re in his place. You shake your head a little, nose right on the tush of curls above his cock, tongue flat beneath his shaft. 

Finally, his grip tightens on your hair, his musk clouding your mind. You take his fat girth in your mouth with pride, heavy on your tongue and tangy on your taste buds. Your other hand that doesn’t grip tight on his thigh comes down to paw with his sack; the hot, loose skin being squeezed in your hand, and his hips jolt.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Steve bucks up into your mouth, the lewd sound of you gagging around him makes his lips twitch into a smile, feeling your cold spit dribble down to him and your neck. A wave of heat shoots down to your throbbing pussy, feeling the silk of your underwear dampen, ‘till your thighs go sticky and your knees turn foible. 

You bob your head around his length, sucking your cheeks in, pressing your tongue up to append pressure, gagging, and you scrape your teeth ever so lightly on his loose skin the way he loves it. His low noises, borderline smutty, ring around the silence of the room. 

Your cunt throbs, and when you fully lay down and use his cock as leverage to keep your head up, your ass raises, keeping your hand from his thigh to wedge it between your body and the bed to slip your fingers beneath your panties and rub your clit slowly.

Steve, whose eyes are on the verge of shutting, with his jaw slacked and his cheeks flared as well as his rising chest, sees what you’ve done, and fucks himself up in your mouth again.

You moan around him when your fingers move fast, harsh circles around your swell clit, grinding against your hand; your head moves faster on him too, oscillating on his cock, pulling back fully to see a tendril connection of your saliva to his dick. Steve lifts his head. 

Before he could say anything, your lips trail heat from his length right down to his sack. Removing your hand, you take one of his balls into your mouth as you wrap your hand around his neck, gyrating your wrist on the base of him. 

You roll your tongue on the loose skin, his balls growing wet with saliva that continues to pour heavily from your mouth; your fingers lose control, like a drunken hand rubbing you raw, yet you seem to know what you’re doing perfectly when it came to Steve’s dick — squeezing below his tip, moving fast on his length and a cheeky swipe on his small opening.

It felt incredibly gratifying to have your mouth full and your hands occupied simply to pleasure him, knowing you’re the receiving end of his saccharine mewls was enough to satisfy your needs yet it also wasn’t; you wanted more. You’re greedy, you’re yearning, and you’ve got every right to be so.

Steve is yours, after all.

Your hips jolt and rise from your jagged circles, you're pulling away from his sack with a loud pop before you try to take both of his balls into your mouth, suckling on the sticky skin.

The sounds of his moans are harmonized by your muffled whimpers and the slick sound of your hand jerking him off, coalesced with the gags and the heavy breaths from your ball-sucking, and the slight squelchy noise emitted from your pussy. 

“Fuck, ‘y rubbing that pretty little clit, hm?” Steve musters up enough energy to prop himself to his elbows, caressing the sweat from your head, running his hand from your hair. You moan, your back arched, panties dampening and a small puddle forms beneath him from your saliva. “Dirty girl. Keep rubbing that clit for me, yeah? K-keep my balls in your mouth- shit- be all filthy for me.”

But luckily for you, Steve’s feeling generous. So despite his order, he’s leaning forward, the top of your head meeting his belly, suddenly feeling his warm hand squeeze the fat flesh of your ass, pulling one to the side. He pushes you closer, your body bending in an awkward fold, until his palm presses right on top of the wet patch of your panties.

It’s an ache you know will make your back hurt like hell, but when Steve pushes your panties to the side and slaps your hand away to rub fast figure-eights on your engorged clit, hand moving side to side, his arm almost a blur from his speed.

You break away from him to moan loudly, one of his arms hooking beneath your head as the other rubs your clit ‘till it burns pleasurably. You wrap a hand around his bicep, resting your temple on his hairy chest, trying to match his pace as you continue jerking him off.

“S-Steve,” your eyes roll to the back of your head, squeezing around his base that makes him moan. His palm slaps against your folds, rubbing it against your sticky folds. Your blunt nails are a vice on the tight grip you have on his bicep, the hand on top of your head pulling lightly on your hair. “Oh- fuck- fuck! Steve. That feels s-so—  so good,”

“Yeah?” he cocks his head to the side. “Like it when I rub your clit while you jerk me off? Like it when daddy gives your cunt some attention, hm?”

Your legs raise, feet rocking, sweat forming in the heels of your feet. With a hand lazily pumping his throbbing length, you bury your lips on his supple flesh, eyes clenched shut to cry out his name like a hymn. Your thighs jolt, feeling the burn of his palm swim pleasures up from the lower half of your body to every single cell of your being. 

“God, baby,” you nip lightly on his arm. “Wan’ wan you inside me, please. Please, please, please,”

When you look up at him, his mouth twitches to a smile and pulls his hand away. You fall to your back beside him, legs spread but your chest heaves heavily. Steve immediately slots himself on top of you, hooking his hand beneath your knee and lifts it so that your heel presses on the bottom of his spine.

He helps you take your shirt off in one go, almost ripping it from its seams. Steve dips down to take one nipple into his mouth as soon as the shirt’s gone; a hand on your waist and the other gripping the base of his cock and slapping his tip on your clit.

Lazily grasping his bicep, he presses his chest against yours. “I’m going in, yeah?” He kisses your cheek. “Think you can handle it, huh, baby?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Yeah, fuck, I always do. Just- push it in, please?”

In one, single and slow thrust, Steve pushes inside. Your walls open, though tight around his length, your thighs rubbing against the gnarly damage on his skin, but your heels dig hard on his back, like it’ll help him go deeper. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the hilt; until his heavy sack rests against your puckered hole, where he sees a light bulge on your lower belly.

And every single time Steve’s fucking you, there’s an overwhelming hurt on your lower body. It’s a pain you consider yourself used to, that sting expected once his head’s engulfed by your small hole. And he knows this, too, falling still against your chest when he sees the joint eyebrows on your forehead.

He kisses your forehead in quick, gentle pecks, hooking his arms in the pit of your biceps, propping himself up by his knees. When the affliction droops into a ripple of bliss, you sway your head to press your lips against his shoulder.

Taking this as a signal, Steve starts to move, slowly. The slow drag of his cock cleaves you open, a heavy feeling of rapture that bathes on your nerves brings you to seventh heaven. You moan lowly in his ear, a quiet squelch from below making your toes curl. 

“You okay?” he pushes your hair aside, digging his nose on the slope of your neck, sucking gently. 

You run your hands through his unkempt hair, pulling on the nape of his neck. The coarse shrub of dark curls above his dick rubs against your blushing nub, your legs trembling as they remain hooked around his back. When he pulls back, leaving just the gorged mushroom of his head, Steve thrusts in suddenly, hitting right at your cervix that makes you mewl.

He cups your jaw. “Yeah,” you nod. “Yes, yes, I’m okay.”

Steve sighs deeply into your flesh, fucking you slow. Too slow to be considered fucking– no, no he’s making love to you. When everything else falls, and you feel like you’re both lifting into the air and suddenly you’re making love in this lewd abyss of eternal devotion; when everything burns beautifully like runes carved into your skins, showing up slowly at each slow thrust he makes. 

He takes your head into his hands, your own hooked beneath his armpits, pulling at the lump of flesh– thick and warm, neverending, compelling you to scratch and tug. 

You feel his warmth in your cunt, his veins pressing up against every inch of your gummy heat. You let your eyes fall shut, head digging back, moaning when his balls slap against your ass.

And fuck, when Steve looks down at you, it’s like staring at a patron saint; he revels in your parted mouth of elation, your sweet pussy an arcadia to his aching cock that he continues to piston into you, knocking the air out of your lungs like a pistolwhip.

Your back arches, one of his hands travelling down to keep you against his chest so that he can continue hitting that sweet spot of yours that makes you cry prettily.

“Look so pretty, baby,” he says softly. “Look at you, taking me so well. Doing so good, hm? Kept you waiting for too long when I was in the shower? Just wanted me, yeah?”

When you whimper, he sees a tear threatening to fall right at the corner of your eyes, your weeping cunt making his movements faster– easier. “Steve!”

“I know, I know,” he pushes the astray, sweaty hair off your forehead, panting against your salty skin after he presses a soothing kiss. “‘s always too much for my baby, isn’t it? Too big for you?”

You shake your head. “No. No no, you’re– fuck– you keep me really full, Stevie. Love it so much…”

“You like it when I make love to you?” he bucks up harder, a loud, obscene and hollow squelch coming from your joint limbs. Your eyes open, though heavy as they glance down to see the glistening slick on the base of his cock that you see every time he pulls out. You clench around him, almost milking him from what he’s worth, trapping him inside you. “Oh, honey, I felt that. Like it when I fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” you lazily kiss his cheekbone, dragging your blunt nails on his back, painting his sepia skin pink. “Ohhh, shit,”

Steve kisses the tear off your eye, the salty liquid lathering all over the pad of his tongue. “You can cry, baby. ‘s okay. Come and cry for me, yeah?”

His eyes are sympathetic and proud; so doting and sickly sweet. Your toes curl, the coil twists tightly, and his heart pounds wildly against yours that makes your chest clench. You let tears fall down your cheeks, Steve kissing the tip of your nose every time you sniffle. 

“M gonna cum,” you moan. “Please, baby, I wanna cum,”

“Me too, honey,” he lets his hips roll leniently, his belly just rubbing against yours, your nipples chafed from his chest hair. “Cum with me, yeah? Gonna take care of my sweet little angel. Fuck, god, I love you,”

When he shoots his warm seed inside your cunt, your orgasm coating his cock like alabaster paint, you both moan quietly into each other’s ears. You clench and clench around his cock, Steve grunting from the sensitivity. And after a couple more thrusts, he pulls out.

A lewd shlick is heard when he does so, watching as your joint spent seeps out of your heaving pussy. Steve groans, can’t help but bend down to place his tongue flat from your hole up to your clit.

You wince. “Steve. Sen- Sensitive,”

He pulls back. “I’m sorry, baby,” he chuckles, kissing your knee. “Couldn't help it.”

Ever the romantic, Steve bends back down to press his lips against yours, the sweet but with a salty twange taste of your orgasms coating your mouth when he shoves his tongue in. His palms press up to your knees and close them together, moving them to the side until he’s laying on top of your thigh.

You place your palms on his cheeks, pulling back. He smiles fondly down at you. 

“I love you,” you say.

“I know,” 

“Don’t Han Solo me, you ewok looking bitch,”

Steve gasps. “What’d I ever do to you?!”

You laugh, bringing your arms to his chest, and he can't help but mimic that same harmony of glee. Steve kisses your arm, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your sore muscle. 

“Nothing,” you jest, tucking his hair behind his ear. “‘M just a bit tired,”

“Well, lucky for us, it’s Saturday,” he takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckle. “Dolce far niente, babe. We are not gonna do jack shit today but make love and sleep.”

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