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[thebigunit]

A Simplified Guide to A/B Testing

Designing a marketing campaign and running it before testing it can harm your brand image, push away potential customers, and affect conversions. That is why there is an A/B testing method.

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never paying attention in class really has its moments where you feel like youre fully insane already cus wdym no one knows the answer to this i SWEAR it was in the homework AGES ago??

[chiscaralight]

cw: shy!choso x reader, prone boning, college au. sukuna and gojo ver linked at the bottom!

college athlete!choso who’s an absolute beast on the field. everyone loves to watch him play, it’s almost like a movie every time he’s out for the game! he’s always ready to charge headfirst when it comes to his sport, and he won’t let anyone take it away from him.

college athlete!choso who doesn’t talk to anyone outside his teammates and a select few. it’s fair anyway, a lot of people only want to speak to him bc he’s deemed important, not like they want to know him.

college athlete!choso who’s also known for his aloof personality. but when you’re partnered up for an essay, you soon realize everyone is painfully wrong.

college athlete!choso who’s the most shy thing ever! it almost breaks your heart how he starts to stutter and avoid your eyes while you work out the details, just humming in agreement and you swear he almost passes out when you ask for his number.

college athlete!choso who’s practically about to fall off the edge of your bed, trying to sit as far away from you as possible. it’s like trying to coax a hostile cat to eat food you brought it, but with the way you’re looking at him, choso is sure he wouldn’t mind you putting him in your mouth just a bit.

college athlete!choso who finally warms up to you after a couple of evenings together. there’s still significant distance between the two of you, both physically and emotionally, but he’s more open now. he can actually hold a conversation with you now, and he thinks you’re the coolest! he can’t get you off his mind at all, whether he’s walking to the field hoping to spot you on his path, or secretly searching for you in this shared class.

college athlete!choso who jerks himself off to the thought of you after practice, making sure the locker room is empty as he moans out your name, wishing it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.

college athlete!choso who forgets he’s supposed to meet up with you, cussing himself out when he sees your texts and missed calls. you’re super understanding though, and you tell him to take his time or you can reschedule if it’s better. but he assures you he can be there in less than ten minutes.

college athlete!choso who’s at your door in three minutes, panting and soaked. you can’t tell whether it’s from the shower water or if it’s sweat, but your eyes are more focused on the outline of his exposed arms and damp shirt clinging to his frame. he’s babbling, saying sorry for wasting your time, he ran because he couldn’t find his keys! but his apologies are hitting deaf ears, your mind is definitely on something else. and he notices.

college athlete!choso who’s eyes widen when you pout, shyly asking him to kiss you. this is something you’ve been trying to avoid since the first day he sat in your room, but it’s so hard to hold yourself back when he looks like this!

college athlete!choso who presses his back to the door, holding you in his arms while your tongues tangle. he’s moaning around your tongue, shamelessly feeling you up while you grind your front against his hardening bulge. he’s almost embarrassingly loud, but each sound he makes sends vibrations straight between your legs.

and you’d have to say the same for yourself, fingers dragging down his arms, around his neck, across his chest. but the real kicker is when you softly place your hand against his abs. he’s unconsciously flexing beneath your touch and it draws you in like magic. maybe he’d have good core strength? you’re the one who’s going to put college athlete!choso to the test.

college athlete!choso who passes your test in flying colors, prone boning you with an ease that has you seeing stars. you’re face first in the sheets, cries muffled by the pillow your head rests on while he slams into you like he hates you, much different from the way he asks if you’re okay after a couple of thrusts. you can’t even get your head up! and he’s getting worried but you guide his hand towards your neck, struggling to place your head in the crook of his elbow before telling him to squeeze.

college athlete!choso who gets off on the way your eyes roll back and your voice gets whinier. his hips falter just a bit when you call out his name in that voice, and if not for how good you felt, you would’ve teased him for the way his cock just twitched.

college athlete!choso who can’t face you in class the next day. you’re a little sad when you don’t see him, so you decide to check the field later in the day.

college athlete!choso who freezes up when he sees you waving from the stands. his teammates don’t miss his change in demeanor, and they start to laugh and nudge him in the side, teasing him about the cutie cheering him on from the bleachers.

college athlete!choso who comes up to you during their break, face still blazing hot from the exercise and the memories of you from last night. he says he would have hugged you but he’s insanely sweaty right now. not like you would’ve minded, that sweaty body was all up on yours last night like it was nothing!

college athlete!choso who gives you a nice long kiss before he leaves. trying to drown out the sounds of his team hollering at the two of you from a distance. you break the kiss with a laugh and tell him he can come over later if he wants.

college athlete!choso who forgets his keys and runs all the way to your place for the fourth time this week. he doesn’t mind though, he just thinks of it as prep for the calories he’s about to burn with you in a couple of minutes.

sukuna ver here!

gojo ver here!

geto ver here!

choso pt2 here!

[fear-is-truth]

THE DARKER THE FRUIT, THE SWEETER.

━╋ CHARLIE MAYHEW x nun!reader

♱. content warning: mature content 18+・blasphemy・unprotected p in v・english is not my first language

a/n: i’m sorry i don’t know what possessed me

FATHER CHARLIE MAYHEW sits back in a wooden chair, dark eyes following you closely, but not with the sanctity one expects from a man of god. he’s holding a bible in his hand, fingers idly brushing the worn edges, but the words that come out of his mouth have strayed far from the expected teachings.

“celibacy,” he declares, “is a widely misunderstood concept. it’s not about abstaining, but about control. mastery of the flesh, not rejection of it.”

you’re sitting across from him, hands folded neatly in your lap as you tried to maintain a composed front. you don’t bother to mask the skepticism in your tone. “is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night, father? that indulging a little bit isn’t breaking your vows?”

the soft mockery didn’t deter him. if anything, it fueled him. his expression does not falter; in fact, he smiles wider. “ah, but sister. did christ not spend forty days in the wilderness, surrounded by temptation, and come out stronger? his words are laced with arrogance, each one delivered as if it were irrefutable truth. the towel around his waist slips just a little, revealing more skin, but he makes no effort to adjust it. his gaze never leaves yours, and the audacity of it all strikes you.

“is it not written that to know sin, one must overcome it?

under current circumstances, charlie mayhew is a man of contradictions—utterly confident despite his obviously flawed reasoning. it’s impossible to tell if he truly believed what he was saying or if he simply liked bending the truth for his own purposes.

“so what you’re telling me,” your voice carried a soft lilt, lips curling as you meet his gaze, “is that celibacy is… negotiable now? sounds a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?”

slowly, you rise to your feet, deliberately turning away before bending down. the slit in your black habit parts slightly, revealing fishnet stockings, the round curve of your ass visible through the thin fabric.

“indulgence is sin when it lacks discipline,” he replies without skipping a beat, but there’s a new, raspy quality in his voice now.

“but when it’s controlled—when you allow yourself to feel something and rise above it—that’s where true strength lies. that’s power. that’s faith.” he’s idly stroking himself, slow pumps of his hand around the throbbing length. taking your own sweet time, you made a show of adjusting the strap on your high heels and allowing him to see the red lacy thong underneath as the slit falls open a bit more.

“besides,” he continues, “what’s the harm in understanding sin—up close? is it not our duty to learn the limits of our restraint, to test our strength?”

not answering, you simply sashay toward the priest, heels clicking softly against the floor, until you stop directly in front of him. his eyes follow your every movement as you free yourself of your garments, though the smirk on his lips never falters. you reach down and tilt his chin up with one finger,

“for someone who preaches so much about temptation,” you purr, “you sure don’t seem eager to resist it.”

he raises a brow, but before he can respond, you swing a leg over his lap, straddling him with deliberate slowness. your hand slides down his chest, fingertips brushing against smooth skin. his breath catches as one of your hands grazes over his toned abs, while the other squeezes his face with a teasing pressure.

“tell me, father.”

leaning in, you press your lips to his. when he doesn’t pull away, you deepen the kiss, gently pulling his lower lip between your teeth. his breath shudders as you release him, eyes scorching with lust.

“is this what you had in mind when you swore to be devout?”

a stretched groan escapes his lips when you guided the tip of his shaft between your slick folds. carefully, you sink down onto him, relishing in the tight, hot stretch—inch by glorious inch. your eyelids momentarily flutter shut as you were fully impaled on his cock, and just when you thought he’s about to kiss you again, charlie dips his head down. you gasped when you feel his tongue tracing slow circles around the areola before finally wrapping his lips around your nipple.

“ooh,” you manage to breathe out, and you immediately feel him smile against your breast. charlie starts to thrust up into you, his girth stretching you out to the extent that you can practically feel every ridge and bump of the veins that scattered along his length dragging against your walls. ripples of pleasure course through your body, the cross pendant you wore around your neck bouncing between your breasts with the motion.

the small room is soon filled with the slapping sounds of skin on skin, coupled with the wet suction of your pussy swallowing his cock, occasionally punctuated by your whimpers and his moans.

it doesn’t take long for the hot coil inside of you to snap. a powerful orgasm tears through your body, inner walls convulsing around him. within seconds, his seed is spurting into your womb, triggering aftershocks that left you trembling like a leaf in high wind.

charlie’s head falls back to rest against the wall behind him, as his cock continued to twitch deep inside you, residual spasms in sync with the weak fluttering of your pussy around him. your body is still tingling, a pleasant, dizzy warmth spreading through you.

“jesus…” you mumble, the words slipping out before you can stop them. he chuckles dryly, the sound rumbling through his chest as his hand lazily trails up your back.

“no, sister.” he murmurs, toying with a strand of your hair, gently tugging.

“it’s ‘father charlie’ to you.”

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[dazevi]

vi x reader but they’re tribbing… for science reasons ofc !!

tribbing with vi | vi x fem!reader, shortfic, smut (18+) wc: 843

content warnings: mdni smut ; soft sex, soft top!vi, bottom!reader, kissing, scissoring/tribbing, profanities | masterlist

it’s dim in vi’s room. her sheets were slightly wrinkled beneath you, and the hum of the city outside her window was barely noticeable over the sound of her breathing—low, heavy, and uneven. she was on top of you, her strong, tattooed arms braced on either side, and her face hovered close enough for you to feel the warmth of her breath against your skin. her hair was messy, strands falling over her forehead as her blue eyes burned into yours.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” she muttered, her voice raspier than usual.

she kissed you again, slower this time. her body pressed flush against yours, the heat of skin between you almost unbearable. she’d been holding back all night, waiting, teasing herself with every touch and every kiss until she couldn’t take it anymore.

vi’s hands roamed down your sides, her fingers splaying wide as she gripped your hips, her thumbs tracing slow circles over your skin.

“is this okay?” she whispered as her forehead pressed to yours.

you nodded, biting your lip as her hands guided your thighs apart, her hips settling between them. you could feel every inch of her, the taut muscles beneath her skin, the way she moved carefully.

she moved slowly at first, testing, adjusting until her body slotted perfectly against yours. the first brush of her wet, wanting pussy against yours made you gasp, your fingers instinctively gripping her biceps, before moving down to her thigh, keeping her in place. vi could only groan at the sound, rolling her head back.

“f-fuck,” she muttered. “you feel so good, baby. so fucking good.”

“v-vi… fuck—“

she began to move, her hips rocking against yours, rutting against you, each thrust with a breathy grunt. she didn’t rush, though her body trembled with the effort to keep going. the friction was intoxicating. each roll of her hips sent a wave of pleasure through you, and vi seemed to feel it too, her groans mingling with your soft moans. she could feel how wet the both of you were right between your legs. it was sticky, and vi craves it—she craved having your slick all over her cunt, hers all over yours, the feeling of your throbbing clits brushing against each other with every thrust of her hips, oh fuck.

her hands stayed on your hips, holding you steady as she moved, her grip tightening each time you bucked against her.

“just like that,” she murmured, her voice cracking slightly. “keep moving with me, baby. you’re doing so good.”

you couldn’t help the way your hands wandered, sliding up her abs and squeezing her tit. vi let out a low growl at the feeling of your hands on her, her thrusts faltering for just a moment before she picked up the pace, grinding against you harder, faster. god, you were so fucking wet… and each sound that fell from your lips was the prettiest things she’d ever heard.

“look at me,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. you

you opened your eyes—when had you closed them?—and the sight of her took your breath away. her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed deeply, and her eyes were dark, half-lidded but still focused entirely on you.

“i-i need to see you, baby,” she said, her voice shaky from the pleasure building in her stomach, between her legs. “need to see how good i’m making you feel—o-oh, ffuckkkk—“

“v-violet, i—”

your body arched off of the bed, and you gasped as the friction hit just right, her pulsing clit nudging yours, your nails digging into her thigh. vi groaned, her head dropping for a moment as she tried to collect herself, but she was too far gone, each buck of her hips becoming more erratic, more desperate.

“vi, i-i’m gonna—mmph, gonna—”

“i can feel you, baby,” she whispered, her voice thick, breath ragged as she furrowed her brows. “you’re so close, aren’t you? hah… come on, cum for me. nngh, please.”

her pleading tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. her grip on your hips tightens, her biceps flexing as she guides you both into a faster rhythm. she’s so lost in the moment, her blue eyes half-lidded as she stares at you like you’re the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. and soon enough, your body tensed, your back arching as you came all over her pussy, your moan muffled as you buried your face in her neck. fuck fuck fuck, you felt so good. vi followed soon after, her own orgasm making her hips stutter as she pressed against you one last time, her body trembling against yours. panting, she moved carefully, wanting to be closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder as she tried to catch her breath, her arms wrapping around you tightly as if she couldn’t bear to let you go.

“oh, fuck,” she finally murmured, her voice soft and full of awe. she pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes shining with pride. “i don’t think i’ll ever get enough of you.”

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[giuliannna]

ON CAMERA

— hamzah wants something to watch when he misses you

“but what if you die tomorrow?” he prompts, gazing up at you as you stand over him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“hamzah,” you reply flatly, eyeing him below you as he lounges carelessly in his desk chair. “that’s really the best reason you can come up with?”

he shrugs sheepishly. “i think it’s reasonable. who wouldn’t want a video like that of their pretty girlfriend to cherish after she’s passed away?”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head slightly. “you’re unbelievable.” you huff. despite your weak protests, you slowly sink to your knees before him, slotting yourself between his spread legs.

he chuckles, looking down at you with amusement, reaching out to brush a stray hair away from your forehead. “nah, i think you’re just tryin’ too hard to act like you don’t want this.”

he studies you for a beat, then, without warning, leans back, reaching for his phone. he unlocks it effortlessly, then flips the camera on, holding it downwards to face you.

“you’re seriously gonna record this?” you murmur, glancing up at hamzah as he holds his phone steady.

“duh.” he smiles. “what else am i supposed to watch when i miss you? this’ll be better than any porn on the planet - not that i’d even try watchin’ porn anyway.”

“you’re such a dumbass,” you murmur, tugging his sweats down with another roll of your eyes.

hamzah’s grip on the phone tightens as your fingers tease the waistband of his underwear.

his breathing is suddenly uneven now, his usual cocky smirk slipping, making you grin with satisfaction.

“now you’re quiet, huh?” you murmur, dragging the fabric down just enough to free him.

he huffs out a laugh, but it’s strained. “just—” his head tilts back slightly as you spit into your hand before you wrap your fingers around him, teasing him, testing him. “just.. lookin’ at you. so pretty like this.”

you glance up at the camera lens, knowing exactly what he’s seeing - your full lips hovering just above where he wants them, your fingers stroking him slow and lazy.

you tilt your head, feigning an innocent look. “s’this all you want?” you ask softly.

hamzah swallows harshly. “not even close.”

you hum softly, darting your tongue out to slowly make little kitten licks across his tip before you flatten your tongue, lowering your head to then drag it all the way back up his hardened length.

and, of course - he’s already gotten himself too excited to tolerate your teasing. his free hand finds the back of your head, gentle but firm, guiding you down. nothing harsh, nothing forceful - just silently letting you know how badly he wants you.

the second you part your lips and allow him to slide his cock into your mouth, a sharp exhale breaks past his lips. his grip on his phone wavers for half a second before he steadies it, angling it just right.

“fuck,” he breathes, his fingers threading into your hair. “you’re too fuckin’ good at this.”

you hum around him slowly, your lips wrapped tightly around his length as you dip your head further down. his reaction is instant - his abs flex, his thighs tense beneath you, and a low groan rumbles from deep in his chest.

his hold on your hair tightens, but he doesn’t force, doesn’t rush - just watches, mesmerized, as you take your time ruining him.

“shit, baby,” he moans, his voice breaking slightly. “gonna - fuck - watch this so.. so many times.”

and something about the way he says it, all ragged and desperate, makes you want to give him something worth capturing. he’s watching you in his screen through hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

“you—” he cuts himself off with a groan, his head dropping back against his chair, his eyes fluttering closed for a second before he forces himself to look down at you again. “y’gonna make me cum so fucking fast if - if you keep doin’ it jus’ like that..”

you come up for air, gasping while you press a few lazy kisses across his length before sinking right back down, hollowing out your cheeks just to watch him come undone.

“shit,” he hisses, his voice shaky, wrecked. “you’re makin’ it real hard to keep this steady.” his voice trembles along with the phone in his hand.

you pull back just enough to meet his gaze, your lips slick and swollen as they rest against his leaky tip. “then put it down.” you rasp.

his jaw clenches. “no.”

and then he’s guiding you back down, not rough, but desperate, his head tilting forward so he can watch, really watch, as you take him deeper and make a complete mess out of him.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, his voice breaking around the edges. “gonna lose my mind.”

the camera catches the way you look up at him through your lashes, the way your fingers dig into his thighs, the way you take every stuttered moan and quiet curse like it’s a reward.

he’s reached the point of no return - his hips begin to involuntarily jerk upwards, shoving his length down your throat. you gag, but the struggle only spurs you on.

you inhale sharply through your nose, your fingernails digging at his thighs as you bob your head all the way down - till your nose is pressed up against the base of his cock.

you’re pleased by the shocked, suffocated gasp he lets out, his fingers now uncontrollably tugging at your hair.

“you - fuck, you keep going like that, and m’gonna..”

you hum in response, sending vibrations around his whole cock, and that’s it.

his whole body shudders, his breath catching as his head tilts back, a long, broken moan slipping from his lips.

“ohhh, fuck.. baby - yes, you’re so..” he pants out. his pitiful, breathless, broken flow of mindlessly stuttered thoughts is like music to your ears. “s’good, real - really good..”

the phone tilts wildly in his grip, losing focus for a second, but neither of you care. you just stay there, letting him paint the back of your throat with erratic spurts of his warm release.

by the time he finally exhales, spent and breathless, his free hand is shaking as it cups your cheek, guiding your mouth up off of his dick. his gaze is heavy-lidded, still dazed, still soaking you in like he can’t believe you just did that.

with the little strength he has left, he finally taps the screen, stopping the recording.

“…yeah,” he exhales, brushing his thumb across your swollen, spit-glistening lips. “m’never deleting that.”

a/n: this was gonna be a blurb but im pretty sure it’s too long to call it that !!! so idk what i even just wrote um ok bye

xoxo giulia

[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

reader riding rafe’s abs and rafe recording it? :p

❛ AB RIDING RAFE ❜

girlfriend¡reader . . . rafe cameron

You ease yourself onto Rafe’s waist, your bare skin meeting the warm, unyielding ridges of his abs, each chiseled line of muscle pressing into your core with a heat that steals your breath.

The room is hushed, bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, its light tracing the sharp angles of his jaw, the faint stubble shadowing his face, and the fierce, hungry spark in his piercing blue eyes. Your hands find his chest, fingers spreading wide over the firm swell of his pecs, feeling the steady, reassuring thump of his heart beneath your palms.

Your thighs tremble, a tangle of nerves and raw desire, your body already slick as you shift ever so slightly, the contact sending a shiver rippling through you, sharp and electric.

Rafe’s sprawled beneath you, one arm slung casually behind his head, the other reaching for his phone on the nightstand. He flicks it open with a lazy, practiced motion, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips—cocky, but softened by a flicker of something tender, something just for you.

“Gotta record this, baby,” he murmurs, voice low, gravelly, wrapping around you like a warm tide. “You ridin’ my abs like this? Shit, it’s too damn perfect not to.”

The phone’s red recording light blinks on, and your stomach twists, a heady mix of shy exhilaration and the raw vulnerability of being so utterly exposed.

Your cheeks flush, warm under his gaze, and you bite your lip, hesitating, your fingers tracing the deep, sculpted grooves of his abs to ground yourself. The slick glide of your core against him makes you gasp softly, the sensation immediate, unfiltered, and overwhelming.

“Rafe… you’re sure this stays between us?” you ask, voice quiet, a little unsteady, your fingers lingering on the hard lines of his stomach, each ridge a testament to his strength.

The slickness between you makes every subtle movement feel amplified, your skin tingling where it meets his, and you can’t help the way your breath hitches, already caught in the pull of him.

His eyes meet yours, steady, unwavering, the smirk easing into something more serious. “Only me, princess,” he says, voice firm but soft, like a promise. “This is mine. You’re mine.”

His free hand settles on your hip, fingers curling lightly into your skin, not guiding, just resting there, warm and possessive, the pads of his fingers rough against your softness. “Go on, move for me. Show me what you got.”

You draw a shaky breath, steadying yourself, and begin to roll your hips, slow and deliberate, testing the rhythm. The hard, unyielding ridges of his abs drag against your clit, slick and precise, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that makes your toes curl.

The friction is exquisite, each subtle shift of your body pulling a soft whimper from your throat, the sensation building in your core like a slow-burning fire.

Your hands slide up his chest, nails grazing the tanned skin, leaving faint pink trails as you brace yourself, thighs quivering with the effort of holding steady.

The slickness makes it smoother, your body gliding against his, and you can feel every detail of his abs—the way they flex subtly under your weight, the faint sheen of sweat mingling with your arousal, the heat of him searing into you.

Rafe’s watching, eyes hooded, the phone steady in his hand, its lens drinking in every detail—every hitch of your breath, every quiver of your hips, every flush that creeps across your chest.

His abs tense beneath you, not from strain but from the way he shifts, angling himself just right to give you more, to let you feel every inch of him. The slick glide of your core against his skin is intoxicating, each roll of your hips pulling you deeper into the sensation, your body chasing the pleasure with a single-minded focus.

Your breaths come faster, shallow and uneven, the coil in your lower belly tightening with every movement, your skin prickling with the intensity of it all.

You lean forward slightly, hands finding his shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle as you pick up the pace, grinding harder now.

The change in angle makes you gasp, a high, trembling sound, as the pressure shifts, the ridges of his abs catching your clit in a way that’s almost too much.

Your core throbs, slick and aching, and you can feel the mess you’re making, the way your arousal coats his skin, glistening in the lamplight.

The vulnerability of being so bare, so exposed under his gaze and the unblinking eye of the phone, makes your heart race, but there’s a thrill in it too, a quiet power in knowing he’s watching, captivated, unable to look away.

His hand on your hip stays light, thumb brushing lazy circles against your skin, a silent reassurance that grounds you even as you spiral.

“Fuck, baby,” Rafe murmurs, voice rough, low enough to send a shiver through you. “You’re somethin’ else.”

He’s not pushing, not chasing anything for himself, just letting you take what you need, his eyes flicking between your face and the phone, like he’s torn between watching you in the moment and preserving every second for later.

The phone’s lens catches it all—the way your thighs tremble, the way your chest heaves, the way your fingers clutch at his shoulders like he’s your lifeline.

Your hips find a rhythm, steady but desperate, each grind pulling you closer to the edge. The slick slide against his abs is relentless, each ridge hitting just right, the texture of his skin driving you wild.

Your thighs burn, muscles straining as you rock faster, but the ache is secondary to the pleasure, the tight, pulsing need building in your core.

You can feel every detail of him—the faint trail of hair below his navel, the way his abs flex and shift under your weight, the slick heat of your arousal making every movement smoother, sharper

. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks, and you can’t help the soft moans spilling from your lips, each one louder than the last as the pleasure mounts.

You shift again, leaning back, hands bracing on his thighs behind you, the new angle making your clit catch perfectly against the hard lines of his abs.

The sensation is blinding, a white-hot spark that pulls a cry from your throat, raw and desperate. “Rafe,” you whimper, voice trembling.

Your head tipping back as the pleasure crests, your hair falling in a messy cascade around your shoulders. The slickness makes every grind feel effortless, your body moving on instinct now, chasing the high with a fervor that leaves you dizzy.

Your skin is flushed, tingling, every nerve alight, and the sight of him beneath you—his abs slick with you, his eyes dark and reverent—makes your pulse race, a heady mix of power and vulnerability.

Your breaths are ragged now, coming in short, uneven pants, the coil in your belly so tight it’s almost painful. You can feel the edge approaching, the pleasure sharpening with every roll of your hips, each drag against his abs pulling you closer to release.

Your thighs shake, the effort of holding yourself up secondary to the need driving you, the way his muscles press so perfectly into you. The phone’s still recording, capturing every shudder, every whimper, every flush that spreads across your skin, and Rafe’s watching, his gaze intense, like you’re the only thing that exists in the world.

“Keep goin’, princess,” he says, voice low, a quiet coax that sends a thrill through you. “You got this.” His hand on your hip tightens just a fraction, not guiding, just steadying you, his thumb brushing your skin in a way that feels like a lifeline.

He’s not moving, not seeking anything for himself, just letting you use him, his body a canvas for your pleasure.

Your hips stutter, the rhythm faltering as the pleasure peaks, and you lean forward again, hands clutching his shoulders, needing the anchor.

The change in angle makes you cry out, a broken, desperate sound, as the pressure hits just right, the slick glide against his abs sending you spiraling. Your body trembles, thighs quaking, and you can feel the mess you’re making, the way your arousal coats his skin, slick and glistening, marking him as yours.

The orgasm hits like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that steals your breath. “Oh, God,” you moan, raw and trembling, your hips jerking erratically as you ride it out, pleasure pulsing through you in relentless waves.

Your core clenches, every nerve alight, and you shudder, grinding through the high, the slickness making every movement drag out the ecstasy.

Your vision blurs, your body shaking as the aftershocks ripple through you, your breaths coming in gasps, your skin flushed and sensitive. You collapse forward, hands still gripping his shoulders, your face pressing into the crook of his neck, overwhelmed, dizzy, the scent of his skin—salt and musk and him—grounding you.

Rafe sets the phone aside, the red light blinking off, and his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, his lips brushing your temple. “Fuckin’ unreal, baby,” he murmurs, voice soft, almost awed, his hand stroking your back in slow, soothing circles. “That’s mine. You’re mine.”

You’re still trembling, heart pounding, but safe in his hold, the world narrowing to the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart, and the quiet promise in his words.

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Babe I need you to know you’ve planted worms in my brain. I can’t stop thinking about social media manager for Bakugo 👹👀

"It's a shame I can't post this."

Bakugo doesn't know how he's gotten you on your knees, hands running up his thighs and under his boxer briefs. His dick is already too hard, pressing against his waistband desperately as you kiss at his hips. The look you give him is sharp, calculated, with a cocked smile that makes his core tight.

"You wanna take pictures of my cock?"

"It's a pretty one. " Your hand traces over the shape. "Your body is nice too."

Purely reflex, he tightens his stomach, abs pulling tight. He's never been ashamed of his body, but under your meticulous gaze, he suddenly feels self-conscious. All he wants is to be perfect in your eyes. All he wants is to deserve you.

Apparently, he passes the test. You strain up and lick up his stomach, across the dark hairs that trail under his belly button.

"You could do a porn." Your hands guide down his underwear, but you never look away from him. Slowly, you let his cock fall free, resting it against your pretty cheek. He can feel how yoy talk, how your breath goes hot. "Just stroke this on camera. Dribble, just like that." Your skin is already slick with precum. "Let them hear those nice sounds you make."

The sound that comes out of his mouth is completely involuntarily. It's low. strangled. Like you've pulled it out of him on a string. You haven't even touched him, not really, not in a what that matters, and he's twitching.

"You like this cock?"

You nod.

He wants to ask if this is your only cock, but he can't swallow the potential answers.

"This your favorite cock?"

The smile on your lips changes. "Mm," you hum. He wants to chase the nonanswer, but then your mouth is around him. You swallow him deep, until he can feel your throat clench around him. You hold it there until your eyes water up at him.

Sex with you has changed since the gala. It's rougher, more desperate. Bakugo wishes he didn't like it, wishes the way you gag on him doesn't make him dizzy. Spit drips from your lips, sticks to his pubic hair. Each heaved breath, each red line you leave on the back of his thighs, each little sound you make: he drinks it in.

When he cums, you don't swallow. You lean on to your haunches and open your mouth, letting him see how it's pooled against your tongue. Tentatively, Katsuki reaches out, running his thumb against your lips, then your tongue.

"Yeah," he whispers. "Yeah, this is your favorite cock."

[bvrnesher]

۶ৎ ii — Marry, Kiss or Kill me

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warnings: language, unprotected piv (don't do it, please be safe), making out, smut.

ㅤ୨ৎ —˳ luke castellan ! reader

summary: part ii of "marry, kiss, or kill me." luke is enjoying the effects of his honesty in a simple party game. so are you.

𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗠, 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 but firm, like he wanted to make sure you felt it. Like he was memorizing the way you tasted, the way your fingers curled into his shirt without you even realizing it.

His other hand slid to your jaw, tilting your face slightly as he deepened the kiss—not rushed, not desperate, but thorough, like he wanted to take his damn time.

He wanted to savor you.

And gods, if that wasn’t enough to send heat curling through your stomach.

You sighed against his lips, melting just slightly, and Luke—ever the opportunist—took advantage of it immediately, smirking into the kiss before dragging his lips just barely across yours, teasing.

His nose brushed against yours as he whispered, low, just for you:

"You taste even better than I thought you would."

Your breath hitched, but Luke didn't give you time to think. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you into his lap in one smooth motion.

You gasped against his lips, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss-hotter, hungrier. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding you closer, like he couldn't get enough. Like he wouldn't get enough.

Your hands found his hair, tugging just enough to draw a low groan from his throat. The sound shot straight through you, heat pooling deep in your stomach.

"Gods," he murmured against your lips, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to yours. "You're gonna kill me."

You smirked, "Then die happy."

His response was a growl, low and desperate, before he kissed you again-deeper, messier, his hands roaming like he wanted to memorize every inch of you.

And gods, you were so okay with that.

Luke's lips trailed from your mouth to your jaw, then lower, grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. His breath was warm, his voice rough.

"You sure about this?" he murmured, his hands still gripping your waist like he was barely holding himself back.

Your response was immediate-you tilted your head, giving him more access, pressing your body closer until there wasn't a single inch of space left between you. "Luke," you whispered, your voice breathy, almost pleading.

That was it.

His hands slid up, fingers teasing the hem of your dress before slipping underneath, warm against your bare skin. His lips moved lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, lingering where your pulse hammered hardest.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him impossibly closer. He groaned softly against your skin, the sound sending a sharp jolt of heat straight through you.

"You're not making this easy," he muttered against your collarbone, his teeth grazing lightly before he kissed the spot again, softer this time.

"That's bad?" you shot back, breathless.

Luke's hands roamed lower, gripping your thighs, his lips finding yours again—this time deeper, more desperate, like he needed you more than air itself.

Luke’s hands tightened on your thighs, fingers pressing into your skin like he was grounding himself—or maybe like he was trying not to lose control completely.

His lips were relentless, claiming yours in a way that could have killed you right there. You could feel the tension in him, the way he was holding back.

So you decided to push.

You shifted in his lap, rolling your hips just enough to test him.

Luke froze.

Then, a sharp exhale. His grip on you turned bruising, his forehead dropping to your shoulder for a split second—like he needed to catch his breath.

"Stop that if you don't want me to just... gods, I'm burning," he muttered, his voice strained.

You smirked, fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt, dragging your nails up his stomach, feeling the way his abs tensed under your touch. "I'll burn with you."

That snapped something in him.

Luke’s mouth crashed against yours, rough and desperate. His hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the curve of your ribs before his fingers tangled in the thin straps of your dress.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he murmured against your lips, breathless.

"Thank you," you whispered back, tugging his shirt over his head, swallowing the groan he let out when your nails scraped down his bare back.

His hands were everywhere—exploring, teasing, memorizing. His mouth never strayed far from yours, only pulling away long enough to murmur things that made your entire body burn.

And gods, you wanted more.

Luke grabbed one of the straps of your dress, pulling it down just enough to show more skin.

Either way, you beat him. Before Luke had time to really process everything that was happening—which was saying a lot—your lips were on his again, tracing a path down his jaw to his neck, leaving lingering kisses on his skin.

Nothing would have made you happier than seeing his reaction when your mouth found his throat, placing a kiss on his Adam's apple, sucking a little. Luke could have died right there.

He let out a growl as low as it was inviting, his hands sliding from your thighs to your ass, taking it in his palms firmly, loving them. With his hands there, Luke knew it would be his new favorite toy.

A hand on Luke's chest, and the next thing he knew, his back hit the mattress with a soft thud. Your kisses moved from his neck, trailing hot kisses down to his chest, where you trailed up to his lips again.

"Shall we fuck?" he asked against your lips, a smirk forming on them. "Because I do want to fuck."

You rolled your eyes, shooting him a warning look. "You're ruining this."

The husky laugh that ripped from his throat almost made your knees weak. Seizing the moment, Luke's hands found the hem of your dress, lifting it up just a little.

"Lift your arms," he ordered, and you found yourself obeying without even thinking. Luke tugged the dress off until it was completely off you, tossing it somewhere in the cabin without taking his eyes off you.

When you were only in your underwear, Luke took a few seconds to admire you in a way that for a moment made you feel like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life... Until he grabbed you by the hips and rolled you both onto the bed. Now, he was on top of you, his eyes landed on yours, with a gleam as lascivious as it was mischievous.

"And here I was, thinking you couldn't look more perfect," he murmured just before capturing your lips on his again in a kiss that drove any logical thought from your mind.

Between your ragged breaths and the demigod who didn't let you breathe, everything became a blur. Everything was fast and fucking slow at the same time. You were going crazy with the way his tongue caressed yours.

Moaning quietly, you couldn't help the way your hand slid down, trying to find the button of Luke's jeans, needily trying to undo it. Luke chuckled against your ear, his hot breath making your whole body shiver.

"Let me help you with that." No teasing, no dirty tricks. He was just as needy as you were.

Your hand trembled, making it difficult to undo the button. Luke aided you in doing so, unzipping his trousers and giving you full access to his boxer-clad cock. You broke the kiss, staring down at the thick bulge in Luke's boxers. You couldn't help your bodily reaction, whimpering and bucking your hips up, attempting to hump his throbbing cock.

Luke growled at your movement, burying his face in your neck for a few seconds, trying not to fuck you right then and there. Then, with a hand on the back of your neck, he guided you back to his lips while he maneuvered to get your panties off in record time.

As soon as your panties were out of the way, Luke's fingers moved on their own, sliding his index finger between your slick folds. Wet. Hot. Soft.

Luke's cock throbbed at how wet you already were, and he had to stifle a moan at how easily his fingers slid over your pussy.

"Luke..." You whimpered at the feel of his fingers, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to keep him close, while also trying to hold on to your own sanity. The feel of his hand alone made your poor walls clench around nothing.

"I know, baby, I know," the man reassured you, even though his voice cracked a little mid-sentence. He vacated his hands with the sole purpose of removing his pants completely, looking at you for a few seconds before doing the same with his boxers.

As soon as he got rid of all his clothes, your breath left you. He was... beautiful.

The sight was simply wonderful. The way his cock stood, throbbing with a small amount of precum leaking out. The head swollen, leaky, a shade darker than the rest and with a few visible veins along its length.

Your mouth watered, and you looked up at him, almost surprised. Huge, throbbing, leaking. Gods.

Luke smirked at your reaction, his ego obviously inflated. "Something you like?" he said huskily, giving himself a few strokes before placing a hand on your knee, almost coaxing you to spread your legs for him.

And you did.

To be honest, you didn't even need him to coax you. Luke positioned himself between your legs, grabbing your calves and draping them over his hips, pulling you towards him. Close.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to think you're more scared than horny, love," his voice was low, almost teasing and snapping you out of your trance.

You blinked and blushed, frowning slightly, though you couldn't help the chuckle you tried to pass off as a snort.

He smiled.

"Spread your legs for me, darlin'," he requested, caressing your thigh. "I need you closer."

The way he said that last bit made your stomach flutter. Not romantically. Well, maybe a little, but mostly you felt like a wild bird trying to escape.

You obeyed his command anyway, thighs falling further apart to make space for Luke's large torso.

The first push of his hips into yours had you immediately breaking the kiss with a gasp, back arching against the sheets.

"Shhh..." he sushed you, repeating the same movement as you wordlessly hummed in agreement.

At first it was just the tip. And then... plap.

The whimper you let out when Luke thrust all the way in was... His balls slammed against you, and suddenly he was completely buried inside you, skin slapping against skin. Your first instinct was to dig your nails into his back, wincing at the sudden sensation of your pussy being stretched.

"Fuck!" you whimpered, and Luke placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, caressing your waist with the delicacy his movements lacked.

"It's okay... it's okay..." he whispered in your ear, his breathing relatively controlled despite the fact that he'd literally just buried his cock in you without warning.

Luke continued his movements, each push of his pelvis stronger than the last, his lips finally connecting to yours, just as he started grunting in pleasure.

He didn’t want to hear his own moans, only yours.

"That's good...?" He grunted, his lips trailing down your neck, bitting and then shooting with licks.

"Mph... fuck, yes... so fucking good..." you managed between whimpers.

Your nails raked Luke's back, likely leaving marks that would be visible tomorrow. Your back arched with every thrust and sensation Luke extracted from you, fucking you just the right way.

Luke's sounds began to get louder, going from grunts to moans at a pace that denoted how much he'd been waiting for this. His thrusts escalated almost as quickly, his caresses ceasing at your waist to bury his fingers in your hips.

A knot formed in your tummy, walls clenching around Luke's fat cock. He instantly knew waht it was, and buried his face in your neck for a few seconds before pulling away to look into your eyes.

He cupped your chin, making you look at him.

"Open your eyes," he urged, and for the first time, it sounded more like a command than a suggestion. "You're close, aren't you?"

You nodded almost frantically. Your eyes closed, and the only sounds leaving your lips were moans mixed with curses, a mix of Ancient Greek and English. Your mind was clouded with pleasure.

"No," Luke's voice was husky, dropping almost an octave. His grip on your chin tightened, but not painfully. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to look at me while you cum, understood?" His tone made it clear that this wasn't a suggestion.

"Look at me," he ordered. When you opened your eyes, you met Luke's gaze. Dilated pupils, swollen lips, and messy hair, you nearly came at the sight alone.

"Lemme—Luke... wanna... wanna cum..." You begged.

You swore you'd never beg for anything. But not when you swore it was clear you hadn't met Luke.

"Don't close your eyes," he murmured. "That's all I ask."

And so you did.

You looked at him as his hand found its way between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit as his thrusts became rougher, messier, deeper.

You whimpered and finally let yourself go in Luke's hands, looking into his eyes as you did so. Your walls clenched around him, and he didn't stop moving as you came around his cock, chasing his own pleasure.

After a few moments, he slid out of you, his cum shooting all over your abdomen and sheets with the loudest groan he'd allowed himself to release that night. His breathing was ragged, his shoulders and chest covered in scratches, nail marks, and bite marks, all covered in a light layer of sweat, making his skin glisten in the dim light of your cabin.

He gave himself a few more strokes, making sure he was completely done before plopping down next to you with a soft thump on the bed and a exhausted expression.

"Gods..." he groaned softly, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, rubbing.

You were tired too, and for a moment—when the pleasure stopped clouding everything—you turned to look at him. But he wasn’t looking at you. His hands stayed over his eyes, like he was gathering himself.

For a second, you figured he’d just mumble a quick thanks and slip out of the cabin. You closed your eyes, letting out a slow breath, your mind already drifting to the idea of cleaning up the mess and taking a shower.

Just as you predicted, the extra weight on your bed disappeared as Luke stood up. You didn’t even bother opening your eyes, waiting for some kind of farewell, maybe a lazy thanks.

It never came.

But before you could open your eyes, the bed dipped again under Luke’s weight, and something cold brushed against your stomach.

Your eyes fluttered open, and there he was again, kneeling between your legs, a damp towel in his hands as he wiped your skin. The contrast between the cool fabric and the warmth of his touch was both jarring and oddly soothing.

Luke glanced up at you, catching your surprised expression. A smug little smile tugged at his lips as he tilted his head.

"What?" he said, his voice lazier now, relaxed. And yeah, he was still very much naked. "Already trying to kick me out?"

His tone was almost teasing—classic Luke. After a few seconds, a small smile curled at your lips.

"What? Were you planning to stay the night? Cuddle? Whisper sweet nothings in my ear?" you shot back, watching as he let out a quiet laugh, still wiping you down.

"Take out the whispering sweet nothings part and... yeah. That was kinda the plan," he admitted, that mischievous glint in his eyes mixed with something more genuine—something you weren’t used to hearing from him. It did something to your stomach, heat creeping up your cheeks.

Luke tossed the towel aside and flopped down next to you again, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. Your head rested against his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

"But first," he murmured, lips brushing against your hair, "we really need a shower."

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a/n: I hesitated FOR A LONG TIME about writing part two of this, but I finally did, and here it is. Now that I think about it, I really liked the dynamic between these two characters. I'm seriously considering Part III. Should I?

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• tight tops - riki would go absolutely BALLISTIC after seeing you in a small, tight tee. the way the fabric clings, sculpting every curve of yours, makes it impossible to look away. it moves with you, accenutating each breath, every little stretch, every shift of your shoulders. if the material is thin enough, it hints at the warmth of your skin underneath, making riki desperate to touch, to slide his long, ring-covered fingers along the fabric, feeling the heat radiate through.

then, there’s the way it rides up - just a tiny bit. maybe you reach for something, and suddenly - there’s a silver of skin exposed, a glimpse of your waist, the dip of your back. it’s completely maddening to him, sending heat surging through his veins like wildfire.

it takes all of riki’s strength to hold himself from backing you against a wall, caging you with his presence and showing you just how hard you’re making not only the situation, but his dick too.

• manhandling - riki would never hurt you, but seeing just how much stronger he is than you does something to him.

there’s a force pulling him to showing his strength in front of you - hands gripping your waist, the way he can control the space between the both of you with nothing more than his presence. it’s not about power - it’s about the tension, the game of it. for example - play fighting. it ignites something deep inside him - the playful shoves, the teasing challenges that test his patience. the thrill of being able to take control, then letting go just enough to keep you on edge. the push and pull of strength, dominance and surrender - it’s electrifying, a game he’s always willing to play.

• being vocal - riki isn’t the type to be super vocal - his and growls are not a lot, but on the other hand- hearing you squirm and moan his name, occasionally letting out a few words in your mother tongue slip out from just how good he’s making you feel, could make him finish right then and there. he always finds something irresistible in that, the way your voice seems to react to every touch, every shift of the atmosphere between your bodies.

• making out - everyone knows riki’s lips are made for kissing, and he is aware of the fact too.

he uses it to his advantage, pursing them even more before meeting yours, the proximity between you making it hard to breathe. feeling the graze of your tongue against his forces him to lose all previous intentions of impressing you with his making out skills, and turns the kiss into a sloppy one, needing to be closer, deeper inside of your mouth. the way your hand grabs onto his hair, and the other one cups his jaw, pushes him over the limit. his hands find your waist, pulling you even closer, the heat between both of you igniting a fire that can’t be surpressed. his mind is completely blank. the only thing he wants to do is to fully lose himself in you, but the way you play with his tongue - with confidence and passion, keeps him just on edge.

• pussy - just how his lips are made for kissing, they also share their purpose in life for eating you out.

one of the things that gets him most - watching you take your shorts off before going to bed - knowing that he could take your remaining panties off with just a little tug, leaving you in nothing but your top. his desires fortunately materialize almost every time, and riki eats you out like a man starved. seeing you get lost in the pleasure he gives you, your hand guiding his head, feeling the way his tongue hits just the right spots, your hips buckling every time he makes a noise - it not only makes you lose your mind, but him too, even more so.

• beads of sweat - hear me out now.

sweat is an everyday thing for him - he’s a dancer. a small trickle of sweat slowly trailing down your neck, catching the light and glistening like a tiny drop of desire absolutely hypnotizes him - his eyes can’t help but follow it’s path, every second feeling like it stretches on forever as it makes it’s way towards the curve of your collarbone, then lower, disappearing beneath the fabric of your top. it’s a small detail, something incredibly simple, but it makes riki’s breath catch in his throat. there’s something about the way your skin shimmers with that fine sheen, how your body reacts to the heat in the room, that drives him absolutely wild. he wants to reach out, to touch you, to feel the heat of your skin, but he’s frozen, his thoughts completely consumed by the sight.

• introducing you to his friends - a very important moment for riki is introducing his girlfriend to his buddies.

the way you carry yourself, a mix of grace and subtle confidence, has a magnetic pull on him. there’s something about the way you interact with his friends - so naturally, yet with that quiet intensity, that stirs something deep within him. your smile, the way you laugh at their jokes and how your hand brushes his as you navigate the group only heightens the tension he feels. your scent, the way you tilt your head when speaking, every small detail only draws him in further - feelings of pride taking over both of his heads.

• your neckline - he is a neckline SUCKER.

the way it curves, the delicate line of your collarbones, soft and inviting. it’s not something he usually focuses on, but when he does it draws him in like a magnet pulling his attention in ways he can’t ignore. his gaze captures the subtle movement of your pulse beneath the surface - a small thing, a subtle detail, but to him, it’s intoxicating. he can’t help but imagine how it would feel to kiss that spot, to press his lips against the delicate skin there, where the warmth of your body meets the cool air of the room.

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meanbf!rafe x sweet!reader

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warnings: Smut, degrading, use of the word ‘slut’, denial, oral(m receiving)

A plus of Rafe Cameron being so rich means he owns more than one house.

So here you are sat in his pool house on his couch, Rafe’s arm draped around your shoulder. Watching some bullshit football on the tv. Rafes decision of course. You’d prefer to be watching something else. Anything else.

But you’ll sit here and watch it cause he promised to watch one of your ‘sappy pussy bitch boy’ movies. His words exact.

But you never said you’d watch it quietly.

“I don’t get it. That’s a foul right?”

Rafe sighs before taking another swig of his beer. God you do not shut up, and all the things you’re saying are just pissing him off more and more. The wrong terminology pilled onto completely wrong statements. He’s nearly at snapping point.

“Wait isn’t he going the wrong way? Rafe? I thought he was supposed to be on the other team no? I’m so lost Rafe I d-“

Before you can finish your sentence Rafe’s hand covers your mouth shutting you up. He leans close to your ear, you can feel his breath on the side of your face.

“If you don’t shut up I will make you. Do you understand?”

Rafe’s harsh tone sends a jolt of fear through you, he’s angry a lot so this isn’t the first time. But as scary as it is. It’s also attractive as fuck. So you decide to test him as you rub your thighs together.

You nod as he pulls his hand away.

Rafe sighs again before sipping more of his beer. Thankful to just watch the game in peace.

Which is short lived before you speak again. Of course you speak again.

“But what i-“

Rafe rolls his eyes as he looks at you. Seeing a little smile on your face, you know what you’re doing. He knows you know what you’re doing.

“You’re such a slut hmm?” Rafe says as his fingers start to fiddle with his belt, undoing it before he working on his jeans.

You let out a little whine at his words as you look at him.

“Sorry, forgot you liked to be called a slut.” He says with almost a sneer. He acts all high and mighty but deep down he is loving this. He loves when you’re like this. He loves you.

Rafe’s jeans and pants are now pulled down. His hard cock on full display as it hits his abs.

“But you’re pissing me off while I’m trying to watch my game. So you’re going to suck my dick like a good girl. Right?”

“Yes Rafe.” You instantly reply as you look at him. Rafe looks at you before his hand comes to the back of your head and guides it down to where he needs you.

And of course you open your mouth, wrap your lips around him and start bobbing. Being the good girl Rafe wanted you to be.

“Fuckkkkk. Such a good girl for me. Taking that cock so well.” His hand pushes you down further as he bucks his hips up slightly causing you to gag in his length.

You whine and moan around him as you move your hips. Trying to get any form of friction against the sofa.

Which of course Rafe notices.

“God you are a slut.” He says before smiling and slipping his hand into your panties. Fingers rubbing your clit softly as he groans. “I’m gonna cum in that pretty throat of yours and you’re going to swallow all of it.”

Rafe’s words mixed with his fingers rubbing your clit make you a whimpering mess. Falling apart so easily and all for Rafe.

And soon enough Rafe releases in your mouth and like he said you swallow. Sitting back up as his fingers keeping rubbing, and rubbing.

Until they stop.

You whine as you look at him.

“Shouldn’t have been so fuckin annoying and made me miss my game.” Rafe says nonchalantly as he goes back to his beer and the stupid fucking football.

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Here you were in Scott's car in the middle of the night at some random hill. Sat on his lap and grinding against each other, you were also making out. His hands roamed all over your body. You pull back for air and cup his cheeks in your hands. "What are you doing?" He asks with rasp in his tone.

"Nothing. I just like staring at your face. You're just sooo handsome." You tease to which he rolls his eyes. "Don't be stupid." He huffs. Then he pulled you back in to a kiss. After that, things started to get heated. You were moving your hips on him and it was driving him crazy because you already said you wouldn't let him fuck you in a public place. It annoyed him because it's not like anyone was there with you two to see. But it didn't matter. If anything, you just liked to piss him off.

"God damn, it's so hot in here." He mutters, leaning back slightly. He tugged his shirt off over his head, tossing it carelessly into the backseat. His chest and abs were on full display, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin in the dim moonlight filtering through the fogged up windows. Your hands run up and down his torso as you kiss his neck softly. "You're such a tease. I hate you." He pants. "Do something. please." He was getting desperate.

You angle your hips better to allow him to feel more. "There. Is that better, cry baby?" You murmur. Scott nods and guides your hips. "Mhm.. fuck." He chokes out a moan. To get him to quit whining, you shed off a few layers. Everything but your panties was off. Scott was completely naked, though. "Feels s'much better.. aah.." He whimpers, feeling the tip of him sliding against your clothed pussy lips.

Just to put him to the test, you guided his dick near your entrance, but before you could even ease the tip in, he came. He was so embarrassed. "You shouldn't have done that!" His voice is whiny and raspy. "Fuck. You're such a bitch." He huffs and throws his arms over his face so he wouldn't have to look you in the eye. "Just ruined the whole moment.." You really didn't. He thought it was kinda hot, but he didn't know if it turned you off or not.

Maybe you'll let me fuck you in the back and forget about this.. He thinks to himself.

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[worldsover]

In Motion

~3.4k words, massage, gym sex, your personal training client!Jisoo

(for @sooyadelicacies, a quick bfh)

Jisoo flows through various yoga poses with grace and strength, her toned body clad in form-fitting pants. Despite the late hour, you made an exception for Jisoo tonight; she's worth it. As she holds a challenging lunge, her thighs quivering from the effort, you admire her determination—one of the reasons why you cleared your schedule for this session. Besides, it's technically Saturday now, so staying up to watch her is justifiable since you'd be working at home anyway. It definitely has nothing to do with wanting to appreciate the curve of her hips, or the arch of her back, or the way her ponytail sways as she moves into different positions, revealing the elegant line of her neck. Definitely not. Who would stay up this late just to watch someone sweat? Or to admire the sight of them in a sports bra, revealing their cleavage? Certainly not you.

"I saw that you landed that yoga sponsorship. It suits you perfectly," you comment, catching a whiff of her jasmine-scented shampoo as she walks by for weighted squats. Your eyes linger on her backside before you correct her form.

A thin layer of sweat glistens on Jisoo's forehead after finishing a set. "Thank you!" she pants, her chest rising and falling with exertion. "I never thought I'd be working out this late." Her laughter fills the room and warms your heart.

The distant rumble of a sports car breaks your focus. Living just steps away from Elysium Fitness, these interruptions are common in such an expensive neighborhood. "Don't worry about him. Just showing off," you reassure Jisoo with a smile, and she chuckles in response.

As the night wears on, the bright white lights are replaced with warmer, softer lamps that are easier on the eyes. But the harsh lights of the city at night still seep through, casting a neon glow over everything. Your breathing matches the thuds of feet and weights hitting the floor as you both lie on mats for core work. You guide Jisoo through planks and leg raises until you're both exhausted. With each movement, her top rides up and exposes more of her toned abs, testing your self-control. You've worked with plenty of beautiful actresses and models with stunning bodies, but there's something about Jisoo that sets her apart.

During a break to sip water, Jisoo offers you a taste of her strawberry-flavored drink. The sweetness catches you off guard and elicits another giggle from her. Her laughter quickens your pulse in a way no workout ever could.

"Rough day on set?" you ask.

She lets out a sigh. Sitting on the floor, she leans back and supports herself with her arms behind her. Her chest rises and falls, covered in sweat. "Not just work," she responds. "I broke up with him."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Really? Isn't he still your co-star?"

"Yep." She pops her lips, and you nod sympathetically at the awkwardness of the situation.

As you help her up after a strenuous set, your hands brush against her stomach and back. At that moment, your eyes meet hers in an intense gaze as she leans into you for support. Company policy strictly forbids personal involvement with clients, but denying Jisoo is impossible. The city lights seem to dance across her glistening skin, mixing with the scent of her perfume.

"I'm here whenever you want to talk," you offer, gently massaging the tension from her shoulders as she relaxes into your touch. "You know I'm ready to help with whatever I can."

She takes a deep breath before responding. "I know. That's why I like you." Your heart skips a beat at her words, and time seems to stand still as the sounds of your exertion fade away.

You try not to gulp. "You know, I actually have my massage license. So if you need me to work out anything else... promise I won't charge extra."

Jisoo stays still for a moment, then nods. "I think I like the sound of that."

Together, the two of you walk towards the massage rooms. The gym is quiet and empty at this late hour, a stark contrast to its usual bustling energy during peak hours. As you enter, the sounds of grunting and heavy breathing are replaced by soft jazz music playing from the speakers. You close and lock the door behind you for privacy, even though it's unlikely that anyone will disturb you in this peaceful haven.

But then you remember and go back to lock the door. "Hey, if you want to change in the locker room—"

"Keep it locked."

The air is thick with tension as you wait for her to undress, every part of your body buzzing with anticipation. She begins by removing her shoes, then slowly pulls down her pants, revealing long and toned legs. It feels like she's putting on a show for you, yet she still blushes and you look away out of respect. Her sports bra is the last thing to come off; you bite your cheek to avoid staring as she hands it over without meeting your gaze. Now wearing only a pair of panties, Jisoo lays face down on the table with a heavy sigh.

You start massaging her shoulders, feeling the gentle give of the springs beneath her weight. Your hands continue to move lower until they reach the small of her back where you pause for a moment, taking in a deep breath. You catch a whiff of sweat mixed with jasmine from her shampoo and a hint of strawberries from her flavored water. Her skin glistens with perspiration and you quickly grab some massage oil from the cupboard, generously pouring it onto your hands before returning to her. The shine of her fair skin, now glimmering with oil and muscle definition, has your breath catching in your throat. You continue kneading, now using oil to glide your hands all over her back, shoulders, neck—and you think you can hear her moaning softly, like a contented purr.

She turns over onto her back, exposing even more of herself to you. At first, she covers her breasts with one arm and avoids your gaze. But then she relaxes and lets her arms rest by her sides. Her breasts are small but perky and enticing. Her nipples are firm. You squirt out some more oil, slowly gliding it up and down her arms and legs until they shine in the warm dim light.

Jisoo lets out a soft moan as your skilled hands work their way deeper, releasing any tension or stress she may have had. It's almost like a mockery to her, the way you only touch her limbs. Your gaze wanders over her body, tracing curves that you've only ever imagined caressing before. She tilts her back slightly, seemingly inviting you to explore her chest. But you resist, choosing instead to focus on her shoulders, collarbones, and sides—purposely teasing her with your careful touches. You maintain the facade of a professional masseur, suppressing your desires for now.

She turns back onto her stomach and you can't help but notice how her beautiful butt jiggles slightly as she settles in again.

Once more, you start from her shoulders and work your way down her back. This time, she shudders as you continue massaging downwards, stopping just above the top of her thighs. You lean forward to whisper in her ear, "Would it be okay if I moved a little lower?" Your voice is husky with nervousness and desire as your fingertips brush against the smooth skin above where her panties sit.

She nods slowly, biting her lip nervously as she exhales heavily through clenched teeth. As your hands knead at her thighs, she moans louder this time. "C-can you take off my panties? They're...starting to feel uncomfortable," she whispers. Like she's too embarrassed to admit it aloud.

"Of course," you say, and your finger hooks into the waistband. Lowering, carefully, you peel her panties down her legs, and watch in awe: her pussy is soaked. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Mhm," she moans, whiny. "Just help me relax, please."

Without fabric in the way, you can really sink your digits into her backside properly. You can feel every ridge of her spine, every indent of muscle. You start to massage her glutes, circling and kneading them until you find that perfect spot. Her hips buck up involuntarily into your hands, begging for more as you bring relief to her tense body. You can't deny yourself anymore; your hands slowly creep towards her butt cheeks and then lower still. As you work on her legs, your fingers somehow find their way between them, teasing her inner thighs, earning another moan. The scent of her arousal fills the room, and it's almost too much for you. But you keep going, kneading, caressing, rubbing away all that pent-up tension. Your heart pounds in your chest as your thumb brushes against her clit, earning a tiny gasp from her lips. She's wet and hot to the touch.

"How's that?" you ask quietly.

"Good," she breathes out between ragged breaths. "So good... keep going."

That single brush becomes more purposeful, strokes of your fingers along her folds. She grips the edge of the table tightly, trembling under your touch like it's somewhere between pain and pleasure, but listen to her whimpering—it's all pleasure, and any pain is at your restraint.

"Please. More."

You nod, feeling your heart race in your chest. Your fingers find their way to her core and gently part her folds as Jisoo sighs heavily. Her labia is swollen and wet, begging for attention, but you take your time, teasing them with the tip of your index finger before plunging inside her. She cries out softly, arching her back into the table. Your middle finger joins the first one inside her, stretching her tightness with a gentle pressure that she welcomes eagerly. Her mouth falls open in a silent 'O' shape and she grinds against your hand, seeking more. You smile against her back as you watch your fingers disappear into her hot, tight heat and begin to move them in and out in slow, steady strokes. Her pussy clenches around them, milking your fingers as you continue massaging her thighs and glutes. You can't help but taste a droplet of sweat on her skin and lick it clean, savoring the mix of saltiness and jasmine on your tongue.

Jisoo's moans grow louder now as you work your fingers deeper inside her while still massaging her outer thighs; she trembles under your touch as you apply just enough pressure to hit all the right spots at once. Your other hand reaches up to cup one of her breasts through the oil-covered skin, squeezing and rolling the nipple between your fingers while you pleasure her from below. She gasps at the mix of sensations before coming apart underneath you; warmth seeps through your fingertips as she climaxes hard behind you. Every muscle in her body tenses before relaxing with deep sighs that fill the room. Even then, you don't stop; instead of slowing down, you continue to stimulate her, not wanting this moment to end. Minutes pass before she starts to calm down, and when she does, she pants heavily with an afterglow that fills the room. Finally, you sit back on the table, looking down at your sexy client as she lies there completely naked before you. She catches her breath raggedly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. You wipe away the remaining oil with a towel, then grab some fresh ones for both of you.

"Thank you, oh, fuck, that was incredible." She makes eye contact with you. "Can you pass my clothes?"

You hand them over, your hands shaking a little as you watch her dress herself.

Suddenly, Jisoo grabs your hand. "I need to reward you for that."

"What? No, it's fine, that was plenty reward—"

But then she pulls you away, and you find yourself whisked through the empty gym once again—as an employee, you know this place like the back of your hand, but you have no idea where she's taking you.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn't Jisoo on your lap while you were sitting on a gym bench in a squat rack. This position isn't in any of your training programs.

"Wh-why here? If there's anywhere someone could show up... I mean, there's always crazy busy bodybuilders..."

"Shh." Jisoo has a wicked grin. "Just relax."

If you had to wager a guess, it would be the mirrors—no room has more mirrors than the weight room. And you're thankful because you get to watch Jisoo work in her tight leggings and her sports bra. Though you're certain that watching is only secondary to the sensation of it all. Of Jisoo clawing at your sweatpants, rubbing over your bulge. It is a close second, however, seeing the sweat on her tits again, or the curves of her back or her butt.

Jisoo's kisses are gentle yet demanding, exploring every inch of your neck and chest as she leads the way. Her sweet panting against your skin adds to the forbidden feeling of being in a deserted gym at this hour. You slip your hands into her hair, running your fingers through the soft strands as she takes you deeper into her world with each slow, desperate lick along your muscles. You feel like you're being worshiped by her tongue, and you wonder how a goddess can worship. Her body presses against yours, grinding against your hardness through the fabric of your sweatpants while she teases you mercilessly. The warmth between her legs beckons you closer as she moans into your neck, inviting you to take what she so clearly wants to give.

Finally, she pulls back and looks up at you with a mix of desire and vulnerability in her eyes. "Please," she whispers, her voice raw with need. And before you can question it further, she pulls down your sweats and underwear together, freeing your erection from its confines. Her hands wrap around you, stroking slowly to test the waters as they glide up and down your length. You gasp at the sensation of her soft palms on your skin, feeling the calluses from hours of training mixed with her tender touch. Then she kneels down between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bench with little effort. "You know how long I've been wanting to taste this?" Her rhetorical question has you imagining all the times in the past you've wanted to fuck her, all the times you've wanted to keep her bent over in her yoga pose and slid your cock inside.

You close your eyes as she takes you into her mouth, feeling a rush of pleasure as her warm breath tickles your skin. You grip the bar above her head tightly as she starts to move, her lips sliding up and down your length. You can't resist leaning back into her touch, enjoying the sensation of her tongue swirling around your head before taking more of you in.

Her hand gently squeezes your balls while the other plays with your perineum, sending waves of pleasure through you. The sounds of her sucking and slurping fill the room, making it difficult to keep quiet. As she gazes up at you with a smirk on her lips every few moments, you feel like the luckiest man alive.

You watch as she admires herself in the mirror while bobbing on your cock. Her eyes never leave yours as she starts to stroke herself through her leggings, the leather creaking beneath you both. "Fuck," she whispers before looking back up at you with determination. "I want you inside me."

She stands up and quickly removes her shoes, pants, and underwear. There's no teasing this time, just raw need and desire in her eyes. You wonder if this gym bench can handle the intensity she's about to bring. Gripping onto the bars of the squat rack next to you, Jisoo positions herself above you with ease. She spreads saliva over your erection with her small hands, but there is already ample wetness from her own arousal. Slowly inch by inch, she takes all of you inside until she's completely impaled on your cock. Her arms wrap around your neck and her eyes never leave yours as she moves her hips back and forth in a slow rhythm. The sound of the leather bench creaking only adds to the taboo excitement of the moment.

Her breasts sway with each thrust, brushing against your chest with each movement. You grab one firmly, feeling her nipple harden under your touch as she grinds down on you. Her breath hitches as she looks into your eyes again, both of you consumed by desire. It's exhilarating to see her like this: uninhibited and craving more.

A glance in the mirror confirms how wild this situation is—the two of you making love in an empty gym late at night—but it only adds to the intensity for both of you. You watch her body move above you with a mix of arousal and pride as her trainer. You know just how much effort she's put into maintaining her incredible figure, all the hard work and dedication despite her busy schedule and strict diet. And now, that same body is moving around your cock, her labia gripping onto you tightly. You thrust upwards to meet her movements, feeling her tight walls clenching and releasing around your length. Her eyes close as she leans forward, and you and Jisoo kiss passionately.

As you break the kiss, you say, "Show me how well you've learned your squats."

Jisoo smiles. "Of course." She slides up your cock, which slaps against your abs with a wet noise, covered in her slick. She turns around and gives you a full view of her backside. While you got a decent glimpse of it in the reflections, seeing it in full is like seeing a painting in person. Her neck, her shoulders, the muscles in her back. The hourglass shape along her waist and hips to her toned thighs. They're enough to end a man with sight alone—and then she lowers herself on your cock once again, riding you reverse cowgirl as you lean back, your hands behind your head, in the sexiest core workout of your life.

She grinds down on you, making you beg for release as her act of worship continues.

Your fingers find their way to her hips, guiding her rhythm as you watch the most beautiful woman you've ever seen grind on your lap. The sight of her ass cheeks bouncing, the sounds of wet flesh slapping against your cock, it's all too much. Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure and she tosses her head back, moaning your name loudly in the empty gym. Her movements become faster, and harder against your grasp as she slides up and down your length with ease.

"Fuck," she gasps between breaths, "you feel so good." You bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to stifle a groan of approval as she rides you like a champion athlete. "I'm gonna... Fuck!" she shouts, as her legs tremble.

You sit up and wrap your arms around her torso as her body begins to shake, and here, you fuck her through her orgasm. You can see her eyes rolling in the mirror, and by the time your lips are on her neck, you only see the whites. You fondle her breasts, thrust upward into her, and feel her melt into you. "That's it, cum on my cock."

Jisoo's moans get louder and louder. Slick warmth surrounds you as she cums, tightening around your cock. She feels so good that you can't help but lose control too, though you manage to pull out before you start to pulsate. Regaining some of her awareness, she clasps her thighs together around your shaft, and you pump into the delectable pressure and friction. Fucking her thighs, you spurting and spraying all over her legs, her midriff, and her tits. You can feel her soft pussy lips still throbbing in sympathy, and the two of you ride out your climaxes together for what feels like forever.

[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY PREVIEW.

COCKY: CHAPTER I.

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: As a researcher developing a specialized condom in extra large sizes, you never expected the company’s product manager, Chris, to volunteer as a test subject—let alone for things to get this complicated. Balancing professionalism with undeniable chemistry, you must navigate a partnership that’s strictly business… or so you keep telling yourself.

Preview under the cut!

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Chris moves first, unbuttoning the remaining buttons of his shirt with practiced ease. The fabric slips from his shoulders, revealing toned muscles beneath—broad chest, defined abs, and a confidence that makes the entire act seem effortless.

You keep your expression neutral, or at least you try to. “This is strictly professional,” you remind yourself silently.

Chris glances at you, catching the way your gaze flickers before you quickly refocus on your notes.

“Do you need me to undress completely?” he asks, his tone smooth, almost teasing.

You press your lips together before answering. “For accurate measurement, I need access to the necessary area. So… yes.”

He chuckles, a deep, warm sound. “Straight to the point.”

You don’t respond, instead focusing on preparing the measuring tape and recording sheet. Anything to keep yourself occupied while he finishes undressing.

A moment later, you hear the rustle of fabric, the sound of a belt unfastening, the subtle shift of movement. You don’t look up until Chris speaks again.

“I’m ready when you are.”

When you finally lift your gaze, your breath catches for a fraction of a second. You do your best to maintain your professionalism—but the moment you see it, all thoughts momentarily leave your head.

Chris stands before you, bare from the waist down, his body relaxed yet radiating a quiet confidence. He doesn’t shy away, doesn’t fidget—he simply waits, watching for your reaction.

You knew he had to be on the larger side to even qualify for the study, but seeing it in person is something else entirely. Bigger than you expected. Definitely bigger than you imagined.

You barely catch yourself before audibly reacting, but your throat betrays you as you swallow air, a reflex you hope he doesn’t notice.

Chris, of course, notices everything. A slow smirk tugs at his lips. “Something wrong?”

You snap out of it, quickly shaking your head as you reach for your measuring tape, trying to ignore the sudden warmth creeping up your neck. “No, nothing at all. Let’s just get this done.”

Chris chuckles, but thankfully doesn’t press further. For now.

You quickly move to retrieve a pair of latex gloves from your bag, slipping them on with practiced precision.

Chris raises an amused eyebrow. “You really came prepared, huh?”

You shoot him a pointed look. “Of course. This is an official product test.”

His lips twitch in amusement as he peeks into your open bag, catching a glimpse of all the testing materials. “What else do you have in there? A microscope? A lie detector?”

You ignore his teasing and pull out the measuring tape, standing straighter to compose yourself. “Alright. Let’s begin with the flaccid measurement.”

Chris doesn’t move, doesn’t make it easier for you. Instead, he watches—patient, unreadable—as you kneel slightly, positioning the measuring tape against him.

Your fingers brush against his skin through the latex, and you swear you feel the slightest twitch beneath your touch. You pretend not to notice. But Chris does.

And as the test continues, you realize that maintaining professionalism might be the hardest part of all.

You keep your focus steady, guiding the measuring tape along the length of Chris’s flaccid state. Your gloved fingers work efficiently, noting the exact numbers as you move on to measure his girth, wrapping the tape around the thickest part before finally noting the width calculation.

Chris watches you work, amusement flickering in his eyes. “How do you measure width, exactly?”

You don’t hesitate as you jot down the numbers. “You divide the girth by 3.14.”

Chris lets out a short laugh. “Huh. I used to think I wouldn’t need math in real life.”

You smirk, a little too focused on your notes when you reply, “Well, here’s a practical use of phi for you.”

His chuckle is warm, and you don’t notice how his eyes linger on you as you make quick calculations in your notebook.

Once you’re done, you lift your head, meeting his gaze. “Alright, now I need to measure—” You stop mid-sentence as realization sets in. His fully erect size.

The complications of that request hit you all at once. Chris raises an eyebrow, clearly catching your hesitation. And for the first time, you’re at a complete loss for words.

You clear your throat, willing yourself to sound casual. “I need to take your measurements when you’re fully erect.”

Chris tilts his head slightly, studying you with quiet amusement. “And do you have any idea how to get me there?”

You keep your expression neutral. “You can look at pornographic images or watch an adult film. That should help.”

At that, Chris grins, a small chuckle escaping him. He shakes his head, clearly entertained by your clinical suggestion. “That’s one way,” he muses. “But I have a better idea.”

You don’t like the way his eyes darken ever so slightly, the playful glint in them laced with something else.

You try to stay calm, but your fingers tighten around your measuring tape. “And… what’s that?”

He stalls, watching you carefully before answering. “You can help me with it.”

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Full fic will be released this Friday, March 7 or you can read it early on my Patreon page:

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i adore chalkboard hearts! could i see steve and reader explaining to abby shes gunna be a big sister 🥰

here is this for you darling <3 thank you so much for reading steve harrington x fem!reader

"Mommy?" Abbey asks as she mindlessly roots through the bathroom drawers, looking for nothing in particular, "What is this thing?"

You barely spare a glance from where you're applying your makeup in the mirror above the sink. Ever since the wedding, Abbey has made it her life's mission to never not be right next to you. 'Misdirected jealousy', your mom had told you. It didn't matter what you were doing: cooking dinner, folding laundry-- bathing, for Christ's sake-- Abbey would be there.

That's why you don't register that your daughter is holding your clean, but used nonetheless, pregnancy test. But Steve does, when he pokes his head around the door to check in on the two of you.

"Hey, you almost--oh-- Abbey don't touch that!" He says, all in one panicked breath.

You finally chance a look at what she's holding, immediately understanding Steve's reaction. Without another thought, you quickly snatch it from her innocent hands.

Abbey's still looking up at you inquisitively. She did ask you a question, after all.

"Oh, this? This is-- uhm, it's a, uhm--"

"It's a thermometer!" Steve saves.

"Then why can't I touch it?" She pushes further. You should've known better than to think she would drop it that easily.

"Steve checked my temperature with it a couple of weeks ago, so now it has all my sick germs on it." Both you and Steve make sour faces to really sell it, though you can't see his from where he's perched behind you.

"Hey, Ab," Steve prompts, "I have something really important I need your help with,"

Her ears perk instantly, "Yeah?"

"I need you to go into the kitchen and get some things out to make sandwiches while I talk to your mom, do you think you can do that for me?"

"Uh-huh!" She beams, Steve's request appealing to her newfound craving for independence.

"I don't know," Steve lilts playfully, "You sure you're up for it?"

You're forever in awe at how he manages to make the most mundane tasks feel like an impossible mission; how he turns everything into a game. You'd kill to be a fly on the wall of his classroom all day, content to watch him perfectly in his element.

"Yes! I am!" Abbey giggles as she tries to weasel by Steve where he stands blocking the doorway. He lets her think she overpowered him when his legs finally give way to her freedom from the bathroom.

Steve takes one more glance over his shoulder, "We need to tell her," he says in a hushed sort of tone.

"I know," you pinch the bridge of your nose, "It's just, what if--"

"Nothing's going to happen, sweetheart." He reassures you with two strong arms wrapped around your waist, "The doctor said the ultrasound looked great, and you're not a high-risk pregnancy. You said you had no complications with Abbey, right?"

"Right, but--"

"No 'but's I'm not gonna let anything happen to you-- either of you. You know that." Steve guides your head to nestle in the crook of his neck, enough so that you can't see that he's scared, too.

"She's going to find out eventually," he reminds you.

"You're right," you sigh.

"Per usual." You pinch his side in retaliation, making him yelp.

"Let's have lunch, then we'll tell her?" You ask, lifting you head from the safety of his chest.

"If that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do.

--

You don't work up the courage to speak until Abbey's halfway through her PB&J, but Steve picks up the slack for you. He's perfect like that.

"Abbey, babe-- there's something Steve and I want to talk to you about," you tell her, trying to keep your tone lighthearted, but your voice still wobbles slightly with nerves.

Both of them turn to face you then, Abbey's mouth full and Steve sending you a look that says You've got it, I'm here.

God, you don't even know where to begin.

"Do you remember-- right before we had that big party where mommy and Steve got married-- when I got sick during dinner time?"

Abbey nods, idly licking jelly off of her tiny fingers; waiting for you to continue.

"Well... I thought it was just because Steve's burgers tasted yucky--" She giggles and Steve lightly kicks your foot under the table, "Really, it was because I have a baby in my belly, and the baby was making me feel sick."

You can practically see the gears turning in her head; she's certainly old enough to understand what it means to be pregnant, but maybe not quite the logistics of it yet.

Both you and Steve wait with bated breaths to see how she'll react. You're bracing for the worst, but all she asks is, "Is the baby still in there now?"

You have to stifle a laugh, not wanting her to feel silly for asking questions, "Yes, it is. That means you're gonna have a little brother or sister,"

She takes another bite of her sandwich, mostly indifferent. You don't know what you were expecting, but this nonchalance was probably the last thing.

Steve decides to take the reins for a moment, hoping to coax a little more of a reaction out of her, "How does that sound?" He asks, shaking her shoulders playfully.

"Good, but-- will we still be able to go to the park?"

Maybe you had been totally overthinking this, "Of course," you tell her, "And the baby can come, too!"

"Does the baby have to come?" She asks, just the slightest bit of whine in her tone, resting her tired head in the propped-up palm of her hand.

"Not always," Steve chimes in, "You'll still get plenty of time with us without the baby, too. We don't want you to worry about that, okay?"

She nods, "Okay," sipping her chocolate milk casually from its straw. "Can we go play on the swings after I'm done?"

"Uhm, yeah, I think we can manage that," Steve smiles at Abbey first but looks to you like 'That's it?'. You only shrug in response.

--

"Did we totally butcher that?" You ask Steve later that night from where you lay waiting for him in your shared bed.

He answers you with his toothbrush hanging haphazardly out of his mouth; making eye contact through the bathroom mirror, "No, honey-- I think kids are just like that sometimes."

You groan, "I feel like a bad mom..."

"Hey," he spits into the sink, wiping his mouth on the nearest hand towel, "None of that, okay? You're a fantastic mom."

Even from across the room, Steve can sense your slurry of racing thoughts. Ones of insecurity and worry for the future of your family-- of your daughter, whom you'd swore would always be your greatest priority.

He makes his way to the edge of the bed where you're curled in on yourself, "It's not just you anymore, love," his hands brush a stray tear you hadn't even realized has fallen.

"What if she feels like-- I don't know, what if she feels like I'm replacing her?"

"Listen to me, I promise you-- Abbey is never going to question whether or not you love her." Steve's hand moves from your face to land gently on your belly, "And neither will she,"

You breathe a teary chuckle, "You seem awfully convinced it's a girl,"

"Yeah, well-- call it father's intuition."

Hearing him refer to himself as a father sends butterflies erupting in your belly, "Thank you, Stevie."

"Hey, I'm serious. Everything's gonna work itself out, alright? Ab just needs a little time to warm up." You nod in agreement, "I'm tellin' ya, once we start getting those cute little baby pajama things-- she's gonna be pumped."

You laugh at his unsuccessful search for the word 'onesie', but you don't correct him. You know he's right, and even if he's not, you're sure now more than ever that there's not a thing in this world you can't conquer together.

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