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sunscreen - steve harrington
summary: you and steve share a tender moment before facing hawkin's chaos, barely disturbed by the annoying teenagers and adults around you
Steve grumbled silently, but didn’t move his face from the firm yet soft grip you had on him. Nancy, Eddie and Robin were all waiting in the curly haired boy’s van, yelling teasing words as you glided the sunscreen stick over your boyfriend’s face. Steve pouted lightly, eyelashes fluttering as you ran the stick up his face, closer to his eyes.
You pulled the stick off Steve’s face, putting the lid on it as Steve turned around, ready to rush into the van. “We’re not done, Harrington.” Steve’s cheeks flushed a light pink as he did the walk of shame back to you, more teasing comments coming from your friends in Eddie's white van.
From the other side of you, the teenagers squished into your car yelled in annoyance at the time you were spending taking care of your boyfriend. You patted your clean fingers on Steve’s face, making sure the sunscreen reached all areas of his face.
“Okay.” You announced, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss onto Steve’s lips. He grinned, a hand cupping your cheek to bring you back into the kiss for a couple of more seconds, before pulling away, a cheeky grin on his face. You kept your eyes trained on your boyfriend as Steve trotted towards the van, getting into the back seat with Robin.
“Do we not get the same treatment!?” Eddie called out from the driver’s seat, leaning over Nancy to yell out of the open window as you hurried over to the driver’s seat of your car.
You heard Eddie’s whine of pain as Steve punched him in the shoulder at his words. Turning on the engine of the car, you threw a separate bottle of sunscreen to the back seat, where Mike, Lucas, Will and Lucas were smushed. Max laughed at the sounds of their struggle from where she sat next to you in the front seat.
“Put some on, the last thing you need is a sunburn.” You instructed, pulling out of the drive way. “Are they doing it max?” You asked the girl, glancing back at the four boys who were practically sitting in each other’s laps.
“Yeah.” She confirmed, grinning widely at their now pale faces. “Not Lucas though.”
“I can’t get sunburnt!”
“Lucas, you very much can get sunburnt!”
“Fine, mom!”
“Now your turn, Max, you’re a ginger.”
“HEY!”
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ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐮𝐧-𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝
͙͘͡★ Genre: Domestic, fluff, lightly suggestive
͙͘͡★ Warnings: Vague mention of sex at the end
͙͘͡★ Characters: Chris, Y/N
͙͘͡★ Word Count: 2k
“Du du du … mmm do you guys have enough water? Nope? Here … there we go, nice and hydrating, yeah? Drink up if you wanna grow all healthy and strong … ”
Y/N could hear her husband before she saw him. Chris was floating between humming a cheerful little tune under his breath and talking in a lilting voice to … their plants?
“Looks like this fella's ready to be picked, aye?” Chris was saying, and Y/N giggled to herself as she neared the large fruit and veg section of their expansive garden. The summer sun was spilling over her in heavy waves, but a gentle breeze wafted in and out of the light skirts of her dress, cooling her legs and brushing up the sides of her arms as she shielded her eyes with a hand. She was carrying a tall glass in her other hand, chunks of ice bobbing around on the surface and clinking against the glass with every soft step she took.
“Ooh … and this one too? Oh woah … there's a whole bunch of ripe ones behind these leaves … “
“Talking to the tomatoes now, Handsome?” Y/N laughed softly, nearing the tall archway that curled with leafy vines. “Where even are you … ?”
Chris's chuckles were soft on the other side. Y/N could almost feel the blush radiating off of him from where she was standing, and she grinned.
“Here. Behind the leaves.”
Using an arm to gently push a few branches out of the way, Y/N's eyes finally landed on her husband; her eyes widened slightly, and her lips parted in surprise when she saw him. He was unravelling himself from a crouch, and he gave her an easy grin that lit up his entire face. A hose was in his left hand, a wicker basket in the other, but it wasn't either of those things that made Y/N nearly melt into a puddle. He was completely shirtless. The shadows defining his muscles deepened until he looked as though he was carved from a solid block of gold, skin devastatingly smooth and toasted from the warmth. There was a sheen to his skin that glimmered when he moved - almost as though he had been caressed by the sun itself, and tiny droplets of water ran down the dips and curves of his pectoral muscles and the valley through his abdominals; no doubt from the hose he had been spraying gently over the vegetation.
He looked completely at home in his pair of long shorts and large flip flops and thin chain that rested at the base of his throat - like he wasn't radiating a heat hotter than the sun shining above them both. The cheeky smile on his face only added fuel to the fire, his eyes sparkling as he looked at his wife over the small tomato leaves.
Y/N swallowed thickly. “What are you doing?”
Chris started to laugh, mischief laced through each breath. “What does it look like I'm doing? Watering the tomatoes, baby.”
“Where's your shirt?”
Chris looked down at himself. His eyebrows slid up his forehead a little as if he had completely forgotten just how exposed he was amongst the foliage.
“Got hot,” Chris grinned widely with a casual shrug.
Y/N bit into the soft flesh of her lower lip as a large smile spread across her face. “The tomatoes are blushing.”
She was pointing to a green tomato with blooms of scarlet growing across it. Chris leaned forward and rested it in the palm of his hand, and he chuckled, thumb caressing over the red spots.
“This your way of saying I'm making you blush?” Chris teased.
“You calling me a tomato?”
“Well, no … but now that I think about it, your face is getting really red … “
Y/N clamped her hands over her burning cheeks. “It's the sun.”
“Oh yeah?” Chris smirked and he placed his basket to the floor, along with his hose. His tread was slow, predatory almost as he moved towards his wife who was backing away just as slowly, and playful giggles escaped her when he backed her up against one of the arch beams. His knuckles were warm as they brushed over her pink cheeks, the green, fresh scent from the tomato leaves mingling with the sweetness of his skin as he leaned closer.
“I … brought you this,” Y/N was quick to raise the glass between their faces.
Chris's eyes widened - he hadn't noticed her carrying it before. “For me?”
“Your favourite pineapple … soup,” Y/N joked. “Thought you'd be thirsty."
Chris's tongue hung out of his mouth in distaste as he accepted the chilled glass from his wife. “Soup? Baby, it's juice.”
“Same thing.”
“No. Not ever. Don't make me get into the science of it.”
Giggles spilling out of her, Y/N held her hands up in mock surrender. “Okay, okay … drink your juice.”
“Don't I get a kiss first?”
Y/N grinned. Her hand was soft as it cupped the back of her husband's neck, and she pulled him towards her with a tug that made Chris snort with laughter. His lips landed on hers, his nose bumping her skin softly, and he hummed with satisfaction, his smile clear as day against her mouth.
“How many tomatoes have you eaten?” Y/N asked when she pulled away, a sweet tang lingering on her tongue.
Chris looked sheepish. “Not that many? Like … three? Could be thirteen … “
“Thirteen?”
“I got hungry!” Chris whined, more laughter erupting out of him. “And they taste so good when they're all warm … so juicy and melty.”
Y/N couldn't disagree. She watched as the man glugged down half of his juice in one go, and let out a long ‘ahhh’ as the cold beverage flooded through his warmed body.
“I was tryna get those oranges,” Chris nodded up to one of their fruit trees as he leaned down and reached for one of the ripe tomatoes he had picked. “Can't reach.”
He cut the tomato deftly in half with a small knife he had with him, and he held one half out to Y/N with a smile.
“Tried the rake?” Y/N asked, biting into her tomato. She groaned at the flavour, and Chris looked smug, as if to say ‘I told you so!’.
“The branches aren't long enough,” Chris sighed, reaching for another. “Looks like you're gonna have to get onto my shoulders.”
Y/N shook her head. “You just like carrying me. I bet you could get those off easy peasy.”
“Don't reveal my master plan,” Chris chuckled. “I really can't reach them. There's no other way. We can't let those oranges rot, baby girl.”
Shaking with giggles, Y/N licked the tomato juice off of her fingers. “Oh, alright. Lift me up then, Handsome.”
Setting down his half finished pineapple juice on a nearby bench, Chris crouched low enough for Y/N to situation herself over his shoulders. His hands gripped her legs to his chest as he slowly stood up again, and Y/N squealed at the sudden height, her hands tangling into her husband's long curls.
Chris grinned, patting her thigh. He neared the orange tree, moving as close to it as he could. “Can you reach?”
One hand still on Chris's head, Y/N reached up carefully. Her fingers curled around a fat orange, and she wiggled it around to break the stem off.
“Atta girl,” Chris squeezed her leg. He took the orange from her and gently rolled it into the wicker basket along with the tomatoes.
“There's so many,” Y/N said in wonder. “Poor things aren't gonna stand a chance when you get your hands on that juicer.”
Chris let out an exaggerated, evil laugh. Always the one to fall in love with new gadgets, Chris's recent obsession had been a rather hefty juice machine his father had given him. He had set it up, learnt how it worked, and used it every single day for the past two weeks.
“You can't go wrong with fresh orange juice though,” Chris hummed, taking another two oranges from her.
“With bits,” Y/N said. “Only with bits.”
“Aight. With bits,” Chris chuckled.
Stretching her arm out for the last ripe orange, Y/N couldn't quite reach it. She caressed her husband's neck, looking down at him.“Chris … can you move closer?”
Looking down, Chris gently shuffled foward.
“Bit more.”
“I … can't get any closer - “
Heel of his flip flop landing awkwardly on a twig, Chris stumbled; his hands gripped onto Y/N tightly as he swayed to the left, and realising he was going to fall, Chris deftly swung Y/N over his head and cushioned her into his chest just as he landed on his back on a soft patch of grass.
Y/N landed on her husband's front with a thud. The last orange had rolled from her hand and across the floor, and was now nestled in a patch of dirt away from the tomatoes. She looked down at Chris; his eyes were wide, his fingers still gripping Y/N as if his life depended on it, and seeing the sudden twitch of her lips, Chris burst into laughter.
“Are you okay?” Chris wheezed, hand going up to cup his wife's cheek. Her entire body was buzzing with matching giggles, her dress rolled up to her hips and her legs warm against Chris's. She nodded, her fingers smoothing back the hair from Chris's forehead before landing a kiss to his skin.
“Good job,” Y/N giggled against the man's lips. “We got all the oranges!”
“Yay!” Chris grinned as he dropped his head back onto the grass. “So much juice. See? Told ya … knew you'd get ‘em all.”
Giggling at that, Y/N caressed Chris's face. She could see the reddening around his hairline, the patch of crimson over his nose bridge that looked as though her lipstick had rubbed off onto him.
She shook her head with a soft sigh. “You didn't wear sunscreen today, did you?”
Chris looked guilty. “Don't need it. I'm … immune. To the sun.”
“Yeah? Then why do you look like the real tomato, huh?”
Chris's lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers coming up to touch his forehead. It had begun to itch, and he smiled crookedly. “Is it that bad?”
Y/N giggled. “Nothing a bit of aloe can't fix.”
Eyes twinkling, Chris tugged at her again until she was laying flat atop him. Y/N pressed another kiss to Chris's mouth; he hummed in contentment, and suddenly she was on her back, Chris rolling them until he was on top. Her arms looped around his neck as his kisses deepened, his smile still lingering, and his hand started to smooth up the curve of Y/N's thigh, slipping under the floaty fabric of her dress. His touch was burning and Y/N shivered, clinging to him closer, until his kisses started to travel to the underside of her jaw, and down the flushed skin of her neck.
“Chris,” Y/N breathed, eyes fluttering shut despite their spot amongst the tall grass. “Chris … I love you but I do not want to have sex here in the grass. The mozzies are already attacking me, I can feel it.”
Bursting into laughter, Chris planted one more kiss to her lips before reluctantly pulling away. “I'm gonna have to fight those mozzies … you're mine. No one gets to bite my girl except me.”
Y/N giggled as she was swept into her husband's arms once again, her legs draped over one side this time, his basket hanging from his other hand as he curled his arms around her back. He nuzzled his nose against hers before moving away from their fruit and veg patches, their laughter constant as they made their way back into the house.
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you lost the handcuffs keys (bf!bangchan x reader)
drabble | bf!bangchan x reader au genre: light smut (just in case…but mostly crack) | crack warnings: mature suggestive content | language Summary: chan finally lets you take control in bed. you bring out the fluffy pink handcuffs and have the night of your life until it ends and you realize… you lost the keys. a/n : omg i know i vanished again i'm so sorry life’s been lifing but i promise i’m alive!! and actually working on a long hyunjin series 👀 you’ll see what i mean soon hehe. in the meantime, here’s a little chan x reader so you know i haven’t evaporated lol
tonight was your moment.
your villain arc. your dom debut.
chan looked up at you all smug and shirtless and said “i’ll let you be in charge tonight” and you said bet. you meant it with your whole chest.
you straddled him, whispered filthy things, and whipped out your secret weapon:
fluffy pink handcuffs.
he blinked.
you said “just trust me”
he said “okay babe”
you cuffed him to the headboard, kissed down his chest, and ruined him for like an hour straight. he moaned. whined. begged. called you “ma’am” at one point (he denies it now).
and now it’s over…
you flop next to him, smug, breathless, glowing. he smiles at you, wrists still cuffed, all blissed out and ruined.
“okay” he’s panting “you can uncuff me now”
you reach for the keys. and pause. then check again.
“uhh…”
he raises an eyebrow “...what.”
“don’t panic” you say immediately. too fast. too suspicious.
“WHY WOULD I PANIC”
you sit up. open the drawer. then the other drawer. then under the bed. you pull the blanket off the bed. check under his thigh.
nothing.
“babe?” he watches you flip over a pillow aggressively “WHERE ARE THE KEYS”
“I DON’T KNOW”
“WHAT”
“I DON’T KNOWWWWWW” you scream fully flailing now “I HAD THEM AND THEN I DIDN’T AND I THINK I KICKED THEM INTO THE VOID”
he stares at you. full blown handsome disappointment.
“y/n” his voice calm but deeply scary “if you don’t uncuff me in the next five minutes i’m going to sue.”
you fake a laugh “for what??”
“improper horny procedure”
“okay no. no no no. we can fix this”
20 minutes later:
he’s still cuffed. still sweaty.
you’ve now tried:
a bobby pin
a paperclip
googling “how to pick handcuffs”
threatening the handcuffs verbally
blaming him for looking too hot and “distracting you”
“i’m gonna start crying” chan mutters “i can’t feel my left shoulder”
“shhh” you say, digging through the drawer again “i found something that might work”
“...what is that”
“...strawberry lube.”
he goes silent.
“i’ve watched macgyver. i got this.” he’s sweating.
“why do we have strawberry lube”
“...it smells good?”
“that is not…” he starts then exhales “FINE. FINE JUST GET ME OUT”
you lube the inside of the cuffs like a crazy person. he’s watching you. deadpan.
arms still cuffed. thighs still spread. dick still out.
it slides off. you shriek: “OH MY GOD I’M A GENIUS”
he sits up. rubs his wrists. squints at you.
“…don’t be mad” you whisper.
he leans forward slowly. grabs your waist. throws you onto the bed. you scream
“you’re not allowed to be in charge for at least six months”
“but babe. i freed you.!”
“...with lube”
you smile “i problem solved”
he groans “you’re banned”
“...but i already ordered a leash?”
“NO”
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MINSUNG — dominATE washington dc (©DoeEye85)
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