#ma 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

[surnumanaja]

Simi juutuuber: i want this build to look ultra modern

Ma: miks sa siis paned kõige romantilisema vanaema lillelise vaiba KÖÖÖKI????

[habithlarry]

Harry hace queerbaiting?

X

No sabia que alguien queer podia hacer queerbaiting 🙄 no se quien eres anon, si eres alguien nuevo o no, pero si fueras del fandom y conocieras un tantito a Harry ni siquiera estarías preguntando eso, sobre el video no voy a comentar porque me sangran los oidos, agradaceria no ver mas videos de tiktok en mi vida, gracias.

[racingliners]

Today I learned I've been pronouncing Prema wrong 😶🙃

[lewisvinga]

too late! | liam lawson x fem! leclerc! reader

summary; when due to playing tennis and being a leclerc sister, y/n doesn’t often interact with other drivers. so while traveling, she meets liam lawson and ultimately falls in love with him. having overprotective brothers means having to stick to a soft launch before revealing her relationship

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; none (?)

taglist; @namgification

notes; requested ! haha but i actually don’t write for liam lol but i rlly liked this request:p n i don’t really know much abt tennis so bear w me lol

masterlist !

liked by charles_leclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, and others!

yourusername: this week🌷💓

username: oh mystery man🤔

username: last slide??👀

alexandrasaintmleux: waiting for you to invite me to play tennis😣

yourusername: omg i’ll be in monaco soon!! let’s link up, i miss you😣😣

nicorosberg: make sure you keep that form up😉

yourusername: oh, nico, it was one time !!!

username: y/n gets a break from the wta tour and decides to soft launch😭😭😭

charles_leclerc: y/n??

yourusername: hiiiii charlie☺️☺️☺️

username: pretty girls stan y/n

username: 😍

username: who that

leclerc_pascale: toujours jolie, ma fille 😍 dis-lui que je te dis bonjour ! [always pretty, my daughter! tell him i say hello!]

yourusername: merci, mamannn💗 he says bonjour back😁

arthur_leclerc: maman, you know?

charles_leclerc: tell us, maman, please!

yourusername: go focus on ur vroom vroom go away

liked by arthur_leclerc, lilymhe, and others

yourusername: 💗

username: the alpha tauri shirt???

username: the leclercs really have the best genes wow

lilymhe: double date soon ?😁

yourusername: oh duh

username: wonder if the leclerc brothers know

arthur_leclerc: y/n, answer the gc now

yourusername: no😝

lorenzotl: do we need to have a family meeting ?

charles_leclerc: yes.

yourusername: no we don’t, you drama queens!

username: the leclerc brothers are so😭😭

nicorosberg: i would’ve liked to see how you played with him around 😂

yourusername: he distracts me 😞

charles_leclerc: nico knows but your own brother doesn’t???

yourusername: bc ur a drama queen

[caption 1; 🤍] [caption 2; serenading me 🥴]

liamlawson30 replied to your story !

liamlawson30

your brothers are gonna come after me😩

yourusername

they’re such drama queens

maman is happy 4 me , and my sexy bf is serenading me and that’s all that matters 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

liamlawson30

sexy you say say😏

yourusername

not w that emoji …

charles_leclerc replied to your story!

charles_leclerc

y/n, what is this

hello?

answer

answer

Y/N???

arthur_leclerc replied to your story!

arthur_leclerc

wtf

hes a driver

y/n what the heck

lorenzotl replied to your story!

lorenzotl

yeah we’re gonna have to have a talk😬

alexandrasaintmleux replied to your story!

alexandrasaintmleux

keep me updated on how charles acts😭

yourusername

going crazy already🙄

liked by liamlawson30, charles_leclerc, and others

yourusername: 💗

tagged; liamlawson30

liamlawson30: love you💙

yourusername: love youuu

liamlawsom30: can we get back to ur sexy bf comment tho 🤔

yourusername: yes we can😁

charles_leclerc: no you cannot. 5 feet away from her. she can’t kiss anyone until her wedding day.

yourusername: 🤦‍♀️

username: CHARLES COMMENT??

username: LMFAO CHARLES

username: they’re so🥹🥹

alexandrasaintmleux: cuties🤍

yourusername: no u😩

charles_leclerc: wait, alex, did you know??

yourusername: LEAVE CHARLES ITS TOO LATE FOR YOU TO BE A DRAMA QUEEN

arthur_leclerc: LET THE MAN SPEAK

arthur_leclerc: ew

yourusername: ur ew.

username: i can’t get over charles and arthur’s comments😭

[harshugs]

Uomo rude e passionale a letto: sì o no?

ma che cazz

[freelancearsonist]

Whole

Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Rated MA for the most long-winded poetic smut i've ever written jfc 🤦‍♀️ slow burn fluff with a couple sprinkles of angst for flavor, reader uses fem pronouns and is described as having female parts, it's dirty y'all but at least they use protection

7,470 Words

A/N: you all know my mo by now i disappear for a year and then come back and lay down some god damned PORN. this fic is no exception to the rule. @shakespeareanwannabe requested this back in july and she literally just asked for a cute moment between steve and dustin, sorry you got 6k words more than you bargained for 😂 but also thank you for betaing and the constant validation you're the best ily 🖤

Steve’s not sure how it even worked.

He can still remember the look on Robin’s face when you agreed, how she was speechless for almost ten minutes because she couldn’t process what had just happened.

Steve’s reaction was about the same as hers, in all honesty. He’s gotten so used to striking out that asking people out has become something of a game to him. He knows he’ll get a no, and he knows Robin will laugh her ass off at him. But what can he say? He likes putting a smile on his best friend’s face.

Needless to say, you’ve shaken him. In the best possible way. Because your answer was three letters instead of two.

And now, he's a little bit in over his head.

Or, to be more accurate, a lot in over his head.

It seems like it’s been ages since he’s gone on a date, even though it’s only been a few months at most. He feels lost, like he’s completely unlearned everything he ever knew about girls.

He hates it, despises it with every fiber of his own being, but he also knows it’s true; he needs advice. And although he’ll never admit it to the little shithead’s face, there’s no one better he can think of going to than his very own protege. Who better to remind him of his own prowess than the person who learned everything they know from him?

One look at Dustin’s smug little face and Steve almost regrets it. Almost.

“Just can’t stay away, can you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve rolls his eyes and gives the younger boy a little shove, camouflaging it with an affectionate pat on the back. “This is strictly business, Henderson.”

“Oh, is it now?” The younger boy’s voice takes on a smug tone as he folds his fingers together and leans back in his chair. “Well then, why don’t you have a seat? Step into my office.”

Steve rolls his eyes and slides into the booth, shooting a smile and a “thank you” to the kind waitress who delivers two milkshakes to their table.

Dustin takes his time and makes a meal of unwrapping his straw, feeding off of Steve’s clear impatience Steve’s fingers tap against the table, reminding himself that patience is necessary when you come to someone for a favor. It’s just that it’s Dustin, and Dustin knows exactly how to get under the older boy’s skin in the most annoying-yet-oddly-endearing fashion.

“So…” Dustin finally says after a lengthy sip of strawberry milkshake. “What brings you so humbly to me?”

“I’ve got a date.”

And Dustin, the little bastard–he laughs. A deep, rumbling belly laugh, so pure and unfiltered that the three other occupied tables in the diner pause their conversations to get a look at the boy clutching his sides.

Steve’s a little embarrassed by the attention, but even more embarrassed that Dustin’s reaction is so genuine. The fact that the idea of him having a date is so laughable is a bit of a punch to the gut. It hasn’t really been that long, has it?

When Dustin’s laughter finally dies down he realizes Steve’s face is completely serious, and it makes him giggle even more.

“Wait, you’re actually serious? Who on earth did you manage to pull?”

Steve’s nearly bashful as he says your name, and even more bashful when Dustin’s jaw visibly drops.

“No fucking way. I’d believe anyone else, but her? She’s like… hotter than Phoebe Cates. There’s no way you wouldn’t strike out with her.”

Steve’s immediately on the defensive. Is it really so hard to believe that he, former king of Hawkins High, could pull the most gorgeous girl in town?

But that’s just it. There’s really no one like you, not in his eyes. He’s admired you since freshman year and never once even tried with you because he knew he wasn’t worthy. You were always in the background–a beautiful, kind, smart, funny girl just out of his reach. Part of the reason he even asked you out was because he was so sure he would strike out. In the end, losing his confidence was exactly what he needed to pull the girl of his dreams.

And that’s why there’s so much riding on this. You’ve always been his biggest “what if”, the girl he wonders about when thinking that maybe not trying has been holding him back. And apparently, it has.

“Look, I don’t even know how it happened, okay? But she said yes, and… and I really don’t want to blow it.”

“Well duh. You’ll have to leave town if you blow it with her, you know that, right? If she doesn’t think you’re worth it, no one else in this town ever will again.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of!” Steve groans, slouching down so far in the booth that Dustin can just barely see his poor, overwhelmed face.

“Steve, listen…” Dustin’s voice takes on an almost fatherly quality, an omniscient tone that gives off the illusion of great hidden knowledge. He gets like this sometimes, and Steve’s not always sure that it is just an illusion. “Don’t let this go to your head, but you’re, like, one of the coolest guys I know. If she doesn’t like you… that’s her problem, not yours. Okay?”

Steve straightens in his seat, a little shocked to hear such kind words from a friend that he’s used to being mercilessly teased by.

“No, no, no, it’s going to your head. I take it all back. Forget I said anything.” Dustin’s hearty giggle makes Steve smile as he sets a wad of bills on the table and slides out of the booth.

“You’re not so bad Henderson, you know that?” He gives the younger boy’s full head of curls an affectionate ruffle. “Thanks, kid. I’ll radio later.”

Not that Steve didn’t have total faith in his young protege, but it’s still a relief that the pep talk turned out to be exactly what he needed to hear. Dustin’s right, after all. Steve’s worked hard to become the man he’s always wanted to be. He may not be dripping charisma or sex appeal the way he used to, but he’s much more comfortable in his own skin. That’s what counts, right?

And you really are his dream girl. The opportunity to take you out tonight, even if it ends up being your first and only date together, is an honor. He’s much less focused now on all the ways he could screw up, hyper-fixated on putting the effort in to make this the best night of your life.

That effort comes out in the carefully selected suit jacket he dons over his white button-up, the extra spritz of cologne, the careful touch-up shave to vanquish his five o’clock shadow, the extra ten minutes using the perfect amount of product in his hair so that it stays in place yet is still soft to the touch.

By the time he gets to Enzo’s (half an hour early, mind), he’s practically vibrating with nerves and anticipation. He’s never been much of an overthinker, but he sure is tonight. Is this place too much for the first date? Would you rather do something lowkey, like catch a movie or go for a walk in the park? He has to remind himself a couple of times that you agreed to this, that you wouldn’t have said yes if you weren’t interested in the arrangement.

To say he’s prepared for this is putting it lightly. He’s run through every possible scenario in his mind, gone over conversation starters and questions he wants to ask you over and over again until he knows exactly how he wants to phrase each thing.

And still, nothing could prepare him for when you walk through the door.

He has to physically restrain his jaw from dropping because in the moment he sees you, every well-planned thought and all etiquette is flushed down the proverbial pipes. You’re nothing short of breathtaking in a dress that hugs all the right curves and shows just enough cleavage to have him imagining what else there might be to see. Your hair is pinned back out of your face, eyes framed by just the slightest bit of makeup to make the color of your irises pop. He swears he’s never seen a shade quite like them. It’s like you move in slow motion as you approach him–he sees the entrance of the smoking hot love interest in every romantic comedy, complete with smoke and fireworks, as you move towards the table.

And then some sense of decorum returns to his addled brain, and he quickly shoots up so he can pull out your chair for you like a proper gentleman. He catches just the slightest whiff of your perfume, and he’s a goner. He’s ready to sign his life away to you, to yank his own heart out of his chest to offer to your careful hands.

He has to give his head a shake to compose himself before he goes any further off the deep end. No one’s ever thoroughly shaken him the way you have, and it’s been a matter of thirty seconds. It’s almost intimidating, the effect you have on him.

“You look… incredible,” he fumbles as he takes his seat across from you. “I mean, you always do, but… wow.”

The shy giggle you emit tugs at a heartstring he didn’t even know he had.

“Thank you,” you tell him with a genuine smile. “You clean up very well yourself.”

“I do like to put in some effort every once in a while.” He flashes the most charming smile he can muster, and just like that he’s back. His resolve to impress you is reinforced tenfold. You’ve shaken him, and it’s such an unfamiliar feeling that he’s practically bumbling. He wants to shake you just as badly.

The food’s delicious, and the conversation’s even better. He has a track record for taking out a more–for lack of a better term–bimbo-y type, and that’s definitely not you. You’re smart, you’re witty, but you don’t make him feel like an idiot. He’s so taken with you that he doesn’t even notice that three hours have passed until he looks around the room and notices that every table is now empty and bussed.

The waiter delivers the check, and Steve notices you gnawing on your lip.

“What’s on your mind?” He asks, trying not to be too prying.

“I don’t want this to be over yet.”

Steve smiles. He’s got you; hook, line, and sinker. He’s never been so sure of anything, and that surprises him. He’s used to dates who are easy to read and even easier to take home, and those aren’t the impressions you’ve been giving him. To know that you’re feeling exactly what he’s feeling is a huge confidence boost.

“I don’t either.”

Your hand is so small compared to his. That’s all he can think about as he strolls next to you, his fingers intertwined with yours. He’s always considered hand-holding to be child’s play, it’s never excited him before the way it does in this moment with you.

It’s pitch black in the park and he can hear the overlapping chirping of summer cicadas and grasshoppers, the perfect background noise now that the conversation has died down. It’s less about getting to know each other at this point and more just basking in each other’s presence, prolonging the inevitable because neither one of you can bear to call it a night when it’s been such a good few hours.

You’re shocked, to say the very least. Steve certainly has a reputation, and it’s not for being a romantic. Yet everything tonight has flown in the face of all the rumors you’ve been hearing since junior high. You figured he’d be a fun fling, and probably only one night at that–you’d made your peace with the idea. To find that he’s kind, considerate, funny, and can match your intellect and quick wit… it’s a very pleasant surprise. And that’s what has you out well past a decent hour, giddy over simply holding his hand like you’re a damned school girl all over again.

“I should probably let you go home,” Steve sighs wistfully. He hates to be the one to bring it up, but you’re on your fifth lap around the park and about to circle back to where your car is parked so now seems the best time.

You’re chewing your lip again, a thoughtful habit that makes his heart pound just a little bit harder.

Here’s the thing: you’re really not the bold type. You act confident, sure, but in practice it’s a lot more difficult for you. So no one’s more surprised than you are when you say, “You could come home with me. If you want.”

Steve’s definitely shocked, too. Less shocked at your proposition and more at the fact that he’s tempted to decline. Because no matter how much he’s been running through the back of his mind what you might look like under that gorgeous dress, he doesn’t want this to end there. For the first time in his life, he wants to find more meaning than sex out of a relationship. He doesn’t want to take you home and never see you again. He wants to take you out again, and again, and again, and again after that. He sees a future, for once, that doesn’t look dim and hopeless. That fact alone scares the shit out of him.

He realizes he’s waited way too long to reply and fumbles for an answer. “Of course I want to. I’d be an idiot not to. But…”

You chew that cursed bottom lip of yours again, and Steve has to focus on the obvious cue you’re giving him rather than the fact that he wants to be the next set of teeth around that lip.

He stops in his tracks, gently pulling on your hand to face him so he can take your other hand in his free one. “It’s not a bad but. I mean, I’m going to go home kicking myself for saying no because I really honestly do want to… well, y’know. But… I want to do this right with you. I want to take you out again. I want to get to know you and see where this goes. I can’t… I don’t want this to end tonight.”

He’s eternally grateful for how dark it is as he feels a flush consume his face. He can’t remember a time he’s been so honest and open, especially on a first date; but the look on your face tells him he’s done something right.

“Okay,” you tell him, squeezing his hands in yours. “You… honestly have no clue how nice it is to hear that.”

“Of course,” he continues, “if you just want me for my body, no hard feelings.”

You laugh at that, genuinely laugh, and Steve thinks it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

“No,” you reassure him. “No, I… I wanna see where this goes, too.”

You’re stopped only a few paces from your car, and Steve knows with a twist of his gut that this is the end of the night. It makes his gut turn with disappointment, but also with anticipation of when he’ll see you next. Already, his mind is flooding with ideas of where he can take you and what you’ll do together.

You drop one of his hands so you can walk but keep a tight grip on the other until you get to your driver’s side door, hesitating outside because you’re still not ready for this to be over. It takes every ounce of restraint he has not to kiss you, unsure of if that would be moving too fast.

Thankfully, you make the call yourself. Leaning up on your toes, hands against his chest for balance, you press your lips against his and he has to summon every mite of strength not to moan. No one’s ever tasted so sweet, molded against him so perfectly. His hands drift from your shoulders down your arms, coming to rest on your waist as he pulls you just a little bit closer. It’s a fight of will not to overstep, to break off the kiss before it can become too heated. His mind is spinning by the time you break away. He’s aching for more, and he hopes you are too. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Steve.”

Your sweet voice replays in his mind all night, long after you’ve gotten into your car and driven away, long after he’s returned to his own vehicle and pulled the radio out from under the driver’s seat to check in with Dustin, long after he arrives home and soaks in a cold shower for longer than he probably should. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get your voice out of his head, and he couldn’t be any less upset about it.

He practically counts down the minutes until he sees you again. This time, he has a little less restraint. He greets you with a kiss–a sweet peck and a hand on your waist that leaves you aching for even more.

It’s a movie this time, a chance to enjoy each other’s company on a night you’re both too tired from working to engage in heavy conversation and getting to know each other further.

It starts with sharing popcorn, then holding hands, then somewhere along the way the film is completely forgotten in favor of your lips meeting his. His breath grows heavy as his hands hold your face, committing you to memory while resisting the urge to explore further. Your hands, meanwhile, are firmly on his thighs, gripping tightly to keep yourself steady as you do everything you can to keep yourself from crawling into his lap.

He whispers your name, and your grip on him tightens.

“W-we shouldn’t…” he murmurs, then gives up on the futile attempt at finishing his sentence so that he can pull you even deeper into the kiss as his tongue sweeps across your bottom lip.

It takes everything in him not to moan when your lips eagerly part to accept him.

Needless to say, once the credits start rolling you’re both more than a little hot under the collar.

“Let me buy you dinner,” Steve suggests as he woefully unwinds himself from you. Declining doesn’t even flicker through your mind as a possibility.

It’s not Enzo’s this time, but it doesn’t have to be. He could set a soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of you at this point and you’d still thank him for it. This time around, you’re not really as interested in the cuisine as you are just simply getting through this meal to what’s next. Because what’s next is all you’ve been thinking about since you walked through the doors the night of that very first date and saw Steve Harrington wearing a blazer for you. It’s a level of effort he’s definitely not known for–in fact, he’s built a reputation for putting in so little effort that it nearly made your jaw drop to see him trying. And it certainly made your heart skip a beat.

But then again, the Steve before you carelessly wolfing down his bacon cheeseburger seems very different from the Steve you knew in high school, even if you didn’t know that iteration as intimately as this one. That one was cool, collected, snarky and pompous and maddeningly desirable.

This Steve, your Steve, is nearly an exact foil. Much less cocky, a little less confident but more self-assured in the ways that actually hold meaning, less worried about what the people around him are observing of him than what you’re observing of him. He seems happier, more carefree, more eager to please others than simply himself. He’s grown so much in such a short amount of time, and you feel proud just for having the honor to witness it. Significantly more proud to be on the receiving end of his affections now that they hold the kind of value you’ve always wished they would.

He looks up and notices you staring at him while lost in thought, a small smile spreading across his lips as your eyes quickly dart away.

“What’s on your mind?” He questions as he licks a stray bit of ketchup from his thumb.

“Just… happy I’m here. With you.” It brings heat to your cheeks to admit it, but you don’t want him to go unappreciated in this moment.

It’s the right thing to say, because his smile grows even wider. “I’m happy too,” he admits. “I… I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while. Could never work up the courage, I guess.”

“Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington was intimidated by me?” You say it with a mock gasp, but your shock is more genuine than you give off. Never in a million years would you have thought that he, the man who could have whoever he wanted, would be worried over you saying no to him. It’s almost comical, especially considering the way you practically threw yourself at him on your first date. Of course then, you had no clue how much he’d developed as a person. You’re almost ashamed of your behavior now, as if you might’ve inadvertently been taking advantage of the new and improved Steve who isn’t just into you for a hookup.

He shrugs, nearly bashful at your teasing. “Never figured I was good enough for you. So I didn’t bother to try.”

You’re genuinely curious now, leaning in a little closer and brushing your fingers against his hand resting atop the diner counter. “What made you change your mind?”

“Honestly? I was so sure you’d say no that I asked just to give Robin a chuckle. She loves watching me get shot down.”

That makes you frown, and he’s quick to backtrack. “I wanted to! I just… I’ve had a bad track record lately. And you’re… you’re you. You’re the last person I should be worthy of.”

His eyes are quick to avert from your gaze, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he contemplates whether he’s said too much.

“Steve…” you properly grab his hand now in the hopes that it’ll bring his eyes back to you, and it works. “You’re the only person I’ve deemed worthy in a long time, honestly.”

Steve Harrington is scaldingly warm. It’s one of many sensations forcing your mind into overdrive as he lays you delicately across the backseat of his beemer, one hand cushioning the back of your head while simultaneously deepening the already heated kiss and the other balancing his weight to lean over you in the cramped space without completely crushing you.

Your fingers tangle themselves into his soft brown locks, tugging ever-so-slightly as his tongue slips between your parted lips. He’s an eager explorer and you’re more than happy to let him take the lead, to show you all the skill you’ve heard so many whispers about.

You let out an involuntary moan as he wedges himself even closer to you, his body heat soaking through all the layers of clothing between the two of you and warming you all the way to your very bones.

You’re practically aching, ready to beg, and he knows it the second you wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to get him even closer. If there’s one thing Steve Harrington’s good at, it’s assessing your needs. He pulls away just the slightest bit to adjust his position so he can get closer, wedging a knee between your legs to press right against your core, and it makes you jolt back against the car door at the same time his head hits the roof just a bit too hard.

You both pause for a moment, the reality of your situation hitting you simultaneously, and then you’re laughing. It’s light and edged with unresolved want, but it’s enough to fracture the tension of the moment.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Shouldn’t have gotten so carried away. This isn’t how I want to do this.”

“No?”

“No. You deserve way better than this old beater,” he chuckles, then leans down to kiss you. This kiss is lighter, no longer edged with tension and lust. He kisses you just to kiss you–there’s no end goal to it this time.

“What could be better than a BMW?” You tease lightly, trying to reassure him that you’re less disappointed than you really feel.

“You know. Something romantic. A proper bed, rose petals, maybe a few candles…”

“I don’t need all that,” you try to tell him.

“I think I do,” he admits. And that’s enough to pull you back, to remind you that you need to be patient and grateful that he values you so much as to want to do this whole thing properly. That his affection is something to be cherished, not taken for granted.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t mean to be pushy.”

“Please don’t apologize.” He hesitates to untangle himself from you, even though he knows he needs to. “I want this just as bad. I just… I need it to be right.”

“As long as I have you, it’ll be right,” you reassure. “I hope you know that.”

He presses his lips to yours again, a slow and passionate kiss that he hopes communicates every bit of adoration he feels for you in this moment.

“It’ll be perfect. I swear,” he vows. You’ve never believed anything more whole-heartedly than you do this promise. 

~~~

“Wait, you’re telling me that you literally had her under you and you stopped?” Robin’s halfway through chewing a mouthful of popcorn and the absolute carnage inside her agape mouth makes Steve give her a light shove.

“It’s not polite to talk with your mouth full, y’know.”

“It’s not polite to blue-ball either!” She shoots back in utter disbelief.

“How do you think I felt? I was this close,” he holds his thumb and index finger barely millimeters apart, “to sealing the deal.”

She just shakes her head. “You, Steve Harrington, are a genuine, bonafide idiot.”

She’s not telling him anything he doesn’t know. It’s been three days since the aborted fling in the backseat of his car, and he’s barely thought of anything else. Especially since you’ve been away from home both of the past nights when he’s called. He’s starting to worry you’ve gotten the wrong impression, that he’s not interested or that he’s toying with you. It’s the exact opposite. He wants nothing more than to know you in the most intimate way he can know you. But he needs it to be flawless. He needs it to be well thought-out and precisely planned, the most romantic event in the history of copulation. He won’t settle for anything less, not with you. You deserve perfection, and he won’t give you anything less.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” he tries to explain. “I want to more than anything. But if you’re gonna go to town on a goddess, you need to do some worshiping, y’know? I don’t feel like I’ve done enough.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you hear this admission. You weren’t sure what to expect–worried that maybe visiting him at work was an overstep–but hearing him call you a goddess certainly wasn’t on your radar.

“You’ve done more than enough, Steve.”

The sound of your voice makes Steve jump and whirl around, oblivious to Robin’s sly smirk and mumbled excuse of needing to attend to something in the back room.

“H-hey!” He squeaks, then clears his throat in an attempt to get his tone back to its normal octave. “What… what’re you doing here?”

“Oh, just came to pick up a tape,” you tease. “But mostly I came to see you.”

“Me?” He takes a moment to ground himself, loosening his too-tight grip on the counter. “I mean… I tried to call you last night. And the night before?”

Your brow furrows. “Really? I didn’t get your message.”

Because he didn’t leave one. He clears his throat and says, “I just figured you were busy.”

“Oh, well, I volunteer at the animal shelter on Wednesdays, and last night was my friend’s 21st birthday. I’m sorry I missed you, though.”

He can tell that you’re really remorseful, and it makes his heart squeeze in his chest a little bit. He plays it off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “No, it’s fine, it’s… are you free tonight?”

You giggle at the abrupt redirect, but he’s played directly into your hand.

“Yeah, actually. I was hoping maybe you could help me pick out something for us to watch tonight? If you’re free too, that is.”

His dark eyes blink slowly, wondering if you’re aware of the implication behind your completely innocent words. You. Him. A movie. Alone. It’s enough to make his head spin. 

“I’ve never been freer.”

Conveniently, you’ve come in close enough to the end of his shift that by the time you’re done combing through Family Video’s vast selection for the perfect film to use as background noise, Steve’s ready to clock out. And since you walked over after finishing your own shift at the local dollar store up the street, it works out perfectly that he can give you a ride straight to his place.

You only glance in the backseat once, but it’s enough to get your mind churning. Remembering the feeling of him, of what could’ve been. Anticipating what will be.

“Parents home?” You ask as he pulls into his driveway and parks, trying to sound casual and utterly failing.

“Nope,” he answers easily. “Took a detour to Cabo on their way home from Hawaii.”

“Sounds glamorous. You opted out?”

“I’d rather be here in Hawkins with you than on a beach alone anyday.”

He must know the effect his words have on you. Surely he can hear the way your heart picks up pace as he looks at you with those dark, affectionate eyes.

“So… this is home.” He waves a hand around the entrance hall like it’s a shabby nightmare, not the grandest house you’ve ever been in.

“I’m starting to understand why they used to call you King Steve.”

He’s almost embarrassed at the mention of that old high school nickname. “Trust me, this isn’t why.”

“Well, a palace does befit you,” you tell him with a smirk.

“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush.” The wink he shoots you makes your gut erupt with butterflies, a sensation that would normally make you a little uncomfortable. With Steve, you’d take the butterflies all day long.

He gives you a cursory and oversimplified tour of the ground floor before leading you upstairs, and suddenly he’s sheepish. It’s been a few moons since he shared his room with a girl, so the nerves are justified. But that’s too simple an explanation. You’re not a girl. You’re his dream, his muse, his–to re-quote himself–goddess. No one he’s ever cared about more has stood where you’re standing, and it terrifies him.

He hides it well, though, busying himself with making a comfortable nest for you in his bed before setting up the television set on the dresser against the far wall. If ever there was a time to regain his confidence, it’s now. He curses whatever god there is that he feels like a fumbling virgin in this moment when nothing is even happening, when just the anticipation is enough to make his hands tremble.

There’s no more stalling once you’re comfortable and the tape is set to play. His heart pounds to the steady and frantic rhythm of one of those heavy rock songs Dustin listens to now as he sits next to you, hands itching to take a hold of you but also eager not to move too fast.

Almost as if you can sense his hesitation, you reach over and take his hand. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

And so he does, and the second his lips slot to yours all the worry and anxiety is gone. He’s Steve Harrington, and he knows what he’s doing. You’re you, and he’s wanted this for so long. After years of being lost, he deserves to finally find the love he’s been looking for. He’s never been so sure of anything as he is, in this moment of initial clarity, that he’s in love with you.

He can’t say it, not yet. He’s sure it’s too soon, and the last thing he wants is to scare you off. But he’s determined to prove it to you, and the only way besides words is action.

He can handle action.

There’s no more restraint or hesitation behind his touch. This is it, this is what you’ve both been waiting for. There’s no way in hell he’s not going to deliver now. He’s desperate for you, and it shows in the heavy way his hands drag along your curves whilst committing you to memory; the way his tongue languidly swipes across your bottom lip; the way he shifts effortlessly to hover over you even while deepening the kiss.

He’s overwhelming every single sense of yours in such a sudden fashion, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Especially not when his hips meet yours in a deliciously slow grind and you finally get your first little taste of what’s to come.

He keens at the little breathless whimpers that leave your mouth, reading every single signal you provide him with and accommodating each. Moaning? He continues what he’s doing, intensifying if deemed necessary. Whining? He adds something, because he knows it’s hard to use your words when you’re wanting so badly. Squirming? He pays attention to the direction of your movement and pulls away or presses closer depending on necessity. It’s down to science for him; he only really cared about extracurriculars in school anyway, and this was certainly his favorite.

But then he comes to his senses–while he doesn’t pull away completely, he needs to clear his mind and he does so by letting up a bit, allowing the kiss to become languid and the heat to extinguish a bit. It only makes you whine more, and Steve curses his damned formula. You shouldn’t be part of an equation. You’re everything he’s ever wanted, and every aspect of your relationship so far has been a new experience for him. He needs this particular activity to be different too. No formulas or calculations. Just you and him and whatever happens naturally.

Clearly you can hear the cogs in his mind turning. You pull away with a concerned look on your face and ask, “what’s on your mind?”

Now’s not the time to hide anything from you, he reasons with himself. He wants to be authentic with you, and part of that means telling the truth, even if it’s not something particularly comfortable.

“I’m… falling into a routine. And I don’t want to,” he admits. He sighs and leans back, one hand dragging through his shaggy and disheveled hair, sure that he’s going to ruin the mood if he carries on like this. But he refuses to back away from the truth now. “This… it’s always been like…. Like a series of checkpoints. Boxes to check, y’know? Kiss you, take your clothes off, make you come, fuck you, say goodnight. And I don’t want… I can’t let it be like that with you. I need this to be… real. Not just some list to cross shit off of. I don’t–”

Steve takes a long, shaky breath before he can ramble on anymore. Never has someone so thoroughly gotten under his skin. He’s never felt so insecure, so unsure. It’s terrifying. The most terrifying part of it all, though, is that he likes it. He loves the feeling of the unfamiliarity, of doing this right. In a way, it’s almost like he’s doing all of this for the first time all over again. You’re his first date, first kiss, first time. All because he’s changed so drastically, because he’s not even remotely the same person he was just a year or two ago.

Your hands are so gentle as you cup his face, tenderly forcing his eyes to meet yours.

“Steve… we don’t have to do this, not if you’re not ready. I want to be with you, not just for this, but for everything. Everything that comes with you… that’s what I want. There’s no pressure. I would wait a hundred years for you to be ready so long as I could still have you.”

Steve’s breath shakes a little as he comprehends the gravity of your words. There’s nothing he can say that can properly convey the gratitude he holds for your words, so he says nothing at all.

In his silence, you continue. “You’re more than a body, you know that, right? You’re funny, and kind, and smart. Yes, smart, don’t look at me like that. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted to be close to. I just… I want to spend time with you. I want to watch stupid movies and eat diner food until we get sick and laugh at your stupid jokes… and maybe make love with you, sure, but that’s pretty low on the list as long as I just get to be with you.”

He doesn’t notice the tears until it’s too late–by the time you’re wiping them from the apples of his cheeks it’s far too late to take them back or hide them. With anyone else, he would be angry; at himself, for allowing himself to be so vulnerable. For allowing himself to be so emotional. With you, though… with you, his emotions make him feel strong. 

For the first time since you walked into his life, he’s not scared of losing you.

“I love you,” he tells you. His voice is firm, as fierce as the kiss he presses to your mouth, as powerful as the waves of emotion vibrating through his very soul. “I love you so much.”

He barely gives you a chance to reply, as keen as he is on physically proving his love to you through myriad passionate kisses that leave you breathless. But when you finally get the chance to use your voice after a barrage of kisses that start to trail down your neck, you whisper, “I love you too.”

Four words, and they’re all he needs to quell every worry or fear he’s had over doing this relationship properly with you. Why should he have to worry, after all, when he’s already succeeded? 

“I love you,” he whispers as he trails down your neck and to your chest, leaving tender love bites on the tops of your breasts once he’s properly liberated you from your shirt.

“I love you,” he mumbles through sucking a mark a few inches north of your navel.

“I love you,” he murmurs when his lips meet your waistband. His fingers make quick work of your pants as he scatters kisses over your stomach, unable to part his mouth from your skin for even a moment.

“I love you,” he affirms as his mouth meets your hot and waiting core.

There’s no more checklist. Because this isn’t simply sex, as it always has been for him in the past. This is love-making: the kind of sappy shit they talk about in all those Hallmark movies that he rolls his eyes at the sight of. It’s like losing his virginity all over again.

He understands the old adage of “the other half” now. You’ve ripped him to shreds and sewed him back together with strands of yourself. The end result is better than the original ever could’ve even dreamed to be. He’s sure he couldn’t possibly live without you now, that losing you would be like ripping out fresh and unhealed stitches.

You’re not sure how long he camps out between your trembling thighs, but it’s long enough for you to lose count of the number of times he pulls you apart–first with his languid tongue; then his long, curved fingers; then a combination of the two. It’s like he loses himself completely in your pleasure, not a single thought in his head except what he can do to bring you to the edge again, and again, and again.

You’re trembling with oversensitivity by the time his own needs overtakes his desperation to unravel you. So out of it that you feel drunk, like Steve’s laced you with absolute bliss so pure you can barely stand it.

You’re hardly present enough to appreciate the adonis before you when he finally undoes his own jeans, and that’s a damned shame because he’s so damned pretty. Long and thick, flushed at the girthy tip from his hitherto unacknowledged arousal. His lean thighs are pure muscle, and the dark thatch of hair that trails south from his navel makes your mouth water. He’s everything you dreamed he’d be and so much more.

“Steve…” You don’t know what else you can possibly say. All you can do is vainly hope that one whine of his name can convey all of the heat, frustration, tension, and above all longing, swirling through your head in the moment.

He breaks from his lustful reverie for a moment to smile as he leans in for another heated kiss; you think it’s safe to say you’ve gotten your point across.

He slows from his mania for a few moments, lips tender as they explore against yours once more. These kisses are languid, slow, yet no less heated. Even now, he’s trying to prove his love to you. As if you could somehow not believe him after everything that’s happened, every small moment you’ve spent with him witnessing how hard he’s trying for you.

Somewhere in between kisses he manages to wrestle a condom out of his nightstand, miraculously without ever breaking from your lips.

Now is where you cut in, finally fading out of your over-pleasured fugue and back to reality. You take the little foil packet from his hands and tear it open, eager for this small chance to finally get a hand or two on him.

He lets out the most gorgeous noise you’ve ever heard as you roll the rubber down his length; a deep, earthy, diaphragmatic moan just from the simple touch of your hand. You want to touch him even more, to wrest out more of those sounds from him; to see what other undiscovered responses you can pull from him as you pleasure him. But you know that now, he needs to set the pace. He believes he has something to prove, and you’re more than happy to let him prove it. There will be plenty of other opportunities to have him completely at your mercy, anyway.

There’s no way to describe the feeling as he slides into you. It’s more than bliss, more than euphoria, more than earth-shattering toe-curling mind-altering pleasure. It’s nothing more than feeling whole. Of never knowing you were missing a part of yourself until it’s suddenly returned to you. Of never knowing what home felt like until this exact moment.

Maybe it’s overdramatic. Maybe it’s outlandish and outrageous and a million other adjectives to feel something so overpowering and overwhelming from such a seemingly simple physical act. But in this moment, you know you’ve never felt anything as right as being connected to Steve in this way.

His lips hardly leave yours while he rolls his hips against you, easily finding the perfect angle to make your breath hitch and your hands scrabble for purpose.

It admittedly doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t have to. Once you start to tighten and pulse around him, he’s a goner–deep purposeful thrusts turning to hard, arrhythmic plunges in desperate search of release.

You’re still shaking from your high when he slowly pulls out of you. He keeps you close, arms linked around your waist and dragging you to lay on his chest as he flops back against the pillows. 

You’re not sure how long you lay like that, with Steve whispering sweet nothings into your hair and pressing absentminded kisses to your face. All you can really focus on is one all-consuming, life-changing fact.

“I love you, Steve Harrington.”

“I love you too,” he whispers back. He kisses you again, just a simple peck on your lips, and you know that he’s telling the truth. It’s an eternal truth: one that can’t be changed or altered in any way. Steve Harrington loves you with every fibre of his being, and he will for the rest of his life–even if you’re both blissfully unaware of it for now.

THE END

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[vividiste]

Buongiorno 🤦‍♀️🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣☕🌻☕🌻☕un po x ridere..... Ma piena solidarietà ai vegetariani❤

[jackhues]

oo could you do an ig edit for your celly? maybe older hughes!sister has a 2/3 year old kid & got to see luke’s debut and the game he scored his 1st goal, and prepping for playoffs tomorrow.

ohh i love this so much!! a little too much, and i kinda got carried away. lowkey wanna make this an au, lmk what y'all think <3

ALSO: picture credits (from the devs and caps game) to @whatashameshespuckedinthehead thank youu &lt;3

peanut's world! au masterlist!

peanut's world! au request rules!

moosey's debut!

peanutsmama:

liked by njdevils, _quinnhughes, elblue_06, and others

peanutsmama: in honour of moose's debut and first goal, pls enjoy this little dump of peanut and luke! (ft. a wild jack)

pinned peanutsmama: jack is only featured here bcz he sat on me and refused to get up until he was added

pinned peanutsmama: also, i wish i had pics of peanut in her devils jersey and enjoying her uncle lukey's debut, but someone (totally not jack) stole my charger before the game and didn't give it back

jackhughes: wowow this is why quinn's the fav older sibling -> peanutsmama: you say that online, but we all know who you run to at the smallest inconvenience -> _quinnhughes: @/yourusername, can't you let me have my moment? -> peanutsmama: no 😝

lhughes06: this just proves i'm peanut's fav uncle, i mean look at her running to me -> trevorzegras: nah she likes me more -> yourusername: actually z, i think she's a little scared of you. you were singing to tswift a little too loud last summer

userone: this is so cute

usertwo: i see two babies in the second pic -> yourusername: no lies spotted

_quinnhughes: congrats moose! (also, peanut was happier with me in vancouver) -> lhughes06: i call bs

elblue_06: oh my babies 💓 -> peanutsmama: love you ma 🤍 -> jackhughes: i love you more -> peanutsmama: get off my post

jackhughes: i guess no one's gonna say congrats to me -> peanutsmama: i thought i told you to get off my post -> _quinnhughes: congrats on being y/n's least fav sibling

peanutsdad: aww my baby ❤️❤️ -> lhughes06: thanks dad, love you too 💓 -> peanutsdad: love you more son -> peanutsmama: you ppl see what i have to deal with🤦‍♀️ -> lhughes06: personally, i see nothing wrong with a son and his dad trying to have a conversation -> peanutsdad: yeah stop hating

userthree: this is literally the cutest family ever and you can't change my mind

userfour: ahh, i bet peanut's so excited for playoffs -> peanutsmama: she can't wait! she has very little understanding of the concept, but knows it's important to her uncles and is refusing to take off her devs jersey -> userfive: omgg that's so cute 🥰 -> peanutsmama: no srsly, she's refusing to take the jersey off even though she spilt her milk. send help pls -> elblue_06: calling you right now

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tags (bcz this pretty much turned into a regular ig edit): @woodruff-edwards , @austinbutlerscaresme , @svechnikovvv, @hockeyboysarehot , @emptyflowerpots , @mysticaldonkey , @lam-ila ,  @babydollmarauders ,  @starjoyyy , @kjohnson-91 , @gavinbrindley, @hischierdevils , @jackhughesily , @panarin10 ,  @equallyshaw ,  @power2myheart , @lynnismypseudonym , @beccaiscold , @akengii , @nowandkei , @cinnamonpancakes ,  @mitchymainer ,  @lifeofpriya , @marshmallow-babe, @hughesx3 , @emsully2002 , @starsandhughes , @huggy-hischier73 ,  @doglady5678 , @thatoneblog , @exonct07 @hughesmedicine , @qwanelledingele , @mindless-rock , @ireadthensuetheauthors , @huggy-hischier94 , @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @diary-of-jj

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[fioletowakropka-blog]

11.02.2024

Znowu przekroczyłam 😫 Ale trochę świadomie, bo zaplanowałam te dwa posiłki I nie chciałam na niczym ucinać, bo to już nie byłoby to samo XD Myślę że na razie zwiększę sobie kalorie do 1400, bo najwyraźniej tego potrzebuję. Może za dwa tygodnie znowu utnę.

Na obiad burgery: ciabatta, sos musztardowo-ogórkowy, rukola, burger drobiowy, cebulka i keczup 😋🤤🩷 burgery robię tak, że mięso mielone z piersi z kurczaka mieszam z jajkiem i przyprawami, a potem taką mocno płynną masę wylewam łyżką na patelnię bez tłuszczu. Ścina się ładnie, nie jest sucha, tylko trochę się rozwala. Do tego dla Małego zrobiłam nuggetsy jak z McDonalda I jednego spróbowałam.

Na kolację owsianka z wiśniami.

Teraz dwa dni fast i walentynki 😍🩷💍💍💍

14 lutego walentynki

18 lutego moja mama ma urodziny

24 lutego syn kuzynki robi urodziny

I 3 marca moja babcia ma urodziny

Potem miesiąc spokoju i święta. I jak tu trzymać dietę? 🤦‍♀️

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: addiction, pregnancy

After we had a nice day at the pool, N.’s Mom later came home to see me. I was so nervous!! As if this was our first meeting.🤦‍♀️But no, this was not our first meeting just a reunion.

Anyway. Nico and I went down to the living room to wait for her. As soon as we heard the front door, I panicked! I was afraid his Mom will talk to me about the past. Philip & Nico, you know? However, N's Mom was nice to me, as she saw me there in her livingroom with Nico. She seemed surprised, but she guessed that Nico and I met again. She hugged me and told me I looked very pretty. I immediately felt welcome & a bit better. I was about to have some small talk with her, but N.’s Mom didn’t hesitate long. She changed the topic to my pregnancy...

N.'s Mom: Congratulations! I’m happy for you two.... When are you due?

Me: Do I look so fat, or-?... But well, 18 January is the exact due date. So, don't worry, we still have another five months ahead of us. 😳😬

N.'s Mom: You look stunning! Honestly. You're glowing like... the brightest star. It’s nice to see how happy you are. Do your parents know?

Me: Yes. N and I told my Mom, and she told my.... Dad.🤨

N.'s Mom: Wow, that’s good news! Your Dad knows and my son’s still alive. 😬🤷‍♀️That's.... good.

Me: Yea, really ... good. He-he😬 ....

Nico: All right, Ma! Now that you know... we're off!

N.'s Mom: No, no. Hold on! Wait a minute! I still have some questions for you two!... Let's sit down and talk, guys.

Nico: Come on, we don’t have time for this shit! I mean, what else is there to discuss? She’s pregnant, the baby’s coming in January, you and her parents know, we’re back together, I love her and that won’t change. That's all you have to know.

N.'s Mom: Uhm... no! Where are you two going to live? What about soccer? Should I take care of Aleksa again, while you’re abroad?... And what about Stephanie? She moved back into your apartment, N.!! 🤷‍♀️You’re planning on doing another weird thing? Aleksa and Stephanie together? With you? 🤨

Me: What?😨NEVER!!! Without ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😤😠

Nico: Whoa! Chill out, both of you! Stephanie is not an issue for me!! It's over, for a long time already! She'll move out! But A. & I are looking for a new place for us. Just us!! I’m here for 6 months now and in this time, I’ll take care of everything.

N.'s Mom: OK, I understand. But... what about your condition, A.? Are you stable? You know what I mean.

Me: What do YOU, think N.? Am I stable?... Why don’t you explain it to your Mom?

Nico: W-why would I do that?...  It’s none of her business, in my opinion. You..... really want that?

Me: Idk? I mean, I don't wanna talk about that. But I don’t mind if you tell her. 😞

N's Mom: Tell me, N... Please! 🙁

We all sat down to talk in peace about my addiction. I thought Nico was about to tell his Mom what we discussed with my Doc at the hospital. It was hard for me to talk about this issue. In general, I avoided this topic.... I was looking forward to my Baby and I was overjoyed to be a mother. But the fear for my baby, it could go through hell after birth, because of my damn pills, was... always lurking in the back of my brain somewhere. Nico and I never really talked about it, to be honest. But what if our Baby actually gets withdrawal symptoms and needs to be treated with morphine?? Idk? That’s why I asked Nico to enlighten his Mom, because I didn’t know how he felt about it. I didn’t know what to say and if he even wants me to talk about it.... Once we sat down, Nico got up again. He decided not to talk to his mother about it. I was confused! So I got up too. He grabbed my hand and told me we didn’t have to explain anything to his Mom.

Nico (to his Mom): Listen! She’s fine, she’s not hooked or so. That’s all you need to know.

Me: But-... Are we just leaving? 😳

Nico (to me): You don’t want this, I know that! I’m doing this for you! I promised...

Me: Yea, but your Mom isn't Melanie. You can explain everything to her. I don’t mind, I just can't talk about it myself.

Nico: But there’s nothing to explain, babe. You're fine! Our Baby's fine too! And I know it’s all gonna be okay. Trust me!

Me: Sure, I trust you. That’s why I’m here, with YOU! 🙂

N.'s Mom: What are you two talking about? Aleksa please sit down! You can talk to me.

Me: I know! But everything’s fine. Besides, that’s N.’s decision. He doesn’t want to talk about it rn. I respect that.

N.'s Mom: I'll call your Mom, A.

Me: Yea, just go on. Call her. I really don’t mind.

Nico and I went up to his room. I felt bad about his Mom, but I did what I thought was right. I was here with him, just visiting. So I followed N.... If that was right or wrong, I don’t know? Anyway, his Mom wasn’t mad at me, and she’ll get the answers to her questions anyway. But tbh, I was glad Nico got me out of that unpleasant situation/conversation.

Previous/Next

[repressedqueen]

random 911 poll from a crier #2

After the many tagged episodes in my last poll, I promised a poll with all the episodes from the tags, so here we go:

Edit: APOLOGIES FOR 3x06 !! Correct title is "The devil you know" 🤣😭🤦‍♀️

[annaeisuoipensieri]

Come conquistare una donna in 4 semplici mosse:

– Darle ragione

– Darle ragione

– Continuare a darle ragione

– Fingersi scarpa

(pagina fb ma non ricordo quale🤦‍♀️)

[crazyotakugal]

Soaring Hearts

Part 5:

Soaring Realizations

Author’s Note: I am sooooo sorry y’all! 😭🙏 I know there hasn’t been any updates for a very long time and then I had issues when I tried to upload it the other day. 🤦‍♀️😮‍💨 However, it’s FINALLY here!! 🎉🎊 I REALLY hope y’all enjoy it and I promise that there’ll be more sooner than this last time! It’s just so much messed up stuff happened in real life that I wasn’t able to do anything/kinda depressed too! Also…

HAPPY TURKEY DAY!! 🦃

MINORS DON’T INTERACT!! Rated MA!!

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You woke up sometime in the middle of the night to Hawks lightly snoring next to you. Arm loosely draped around your waist. It was still dark outside so you slowly tippy toed to the bathroom. When you got back, you picked up your phone to check your messages. Fuyumi had messaged you a few hours ago asking if you’d be staying out again.

*’Hey girl, I’m ok. Yes, I’ll be staying out, but I’ll message you in the morning.’*

“Hmm, who are you texting?” A pair of arms wrapped around your waist making you jump.

Hawks nuzzles your neck, placing light kisses against your skin. You grip your phone tightly and take a composition breath. Your body already betraying your brain causing you to forget how to talk for a moment.

“Just telling Fuyumi I’m ok,” you set your phone down and place a kiss on his forehead.

That innocent gesture just gives Hawks the invitation he was looking for and before you realize it, your back is pressed against the bed and his tongue is exploring the depths of your mouth. Both your wrists pinned over your head and he gazes down at your flushed face. You were still completely naked from your love making earlier, your lovely breasts hypnotically heaving with excitement. He smirked at the dozens of hickeys that he left on your neck, shoulders, and chest. He knew you’d be upset later at him for that later, so he’d admire his handy work now. He licked his lips looking at the hard pebbles of your nipples, knowing how sweet they tasted.

As he studied you underneath him, you couldn’t help but do the same. His handsome face was flushed and his eyes dark with need. His wings partly spread out behind his back. You wondered if they were sensitive at all to touch. Dirty things ran through your mind as you looked up at the adonis of a man. You could feel the heat between your thighs start to grow warmer and you subconsciously squirmed underneath him. A devious smirk crept onto his face as he leaned down and started kissing and licking the sensitive parts of your neck again. You gasped, your body still ultra sensitive from your previous activities.

“What’s on your mind, love?” Hawks whispers into your ear fanning the already burning fire in your loins.

“Haw…Keigo…” You whimper out, not wanting to say what’s on your mind.

“Hmmm?” He tilts his head slightly to the side with the devilish grin still on his face.

He starts to place light kisses all over your body. Your neck. Your shoulders. Your chest purposefully missing your nipples. Slowly down your abdomen. Your heart skips a beat as he nuzzles your belly. Placing more light kisses around your navel. Ever so slowly lower. You’re practically soaking when Hawks spreads your legs open. He places light kisses on the inside of your left thigh all the way down your ankles then starts at your right ankle kissing his way back upwards. He then places the lightest kisses ever on your soaked folds.

“Fuck…you’re already *dripping * for me down here!” His voice so deep you barely recognized it.

Before you could reply, Hawks gently started lapping at your soaking cunt making you squeal. He let out a low growl as his tongue dove deeper inwards grazing your over sensitive bud. You could feel your legs already start to shake in his hands as continued to devour you. His tongue leaving no crevice undiscovered. You could feel your peak already getting close. Hawks tongue swirling at your entrance, giving a few teasing pokes then sucking on your clit sent you over the edge. The knot in your belly snapped and you came practically screaming his name, but he didn’t stop even when you came down from your high.

“Ke…Keigo! Pl…please! Too much!” You manage to sob out, but he didn’t seem to hear or care. He kept going.

Hawks was utterly lost in your taste. He could taste himself and something in his brain snapped as he lapped your combined juices from between your legs. Somewhere in his brain, he registered that you had came, but he didn’t want to stop eating you out. Even when you cried it was too much or when you started tugging on his hair. He was way too engrossed in your favor to cease what he was doing. He wanted to taste *all* of you. He spread your legs as wide as they could go and slid his hungry tongue deep into your spasming hole worming its way as deep as he could. You started to cry louder and kick your legs, squirming uncontrollably.

“KEI! Please stop! I’m gonna…” You cry out as your whole body was wracked with the most mind numbing orgasm yet. Your juices shooting all over Hawks face, chest, and onto his sheets.

It was then that the pro hero decided you’d had enough and came up from between your trembling legs. He licked the juices he could from himself as you laid there, a shaking mess. Your arm covering your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe you squirted! You’d never done that before ever in your life. You thought that was just something in porn movies. You felt the weight shift on the bed and peaked from under your arm to see Hawks grinning down at you ear from ear.

“Damn, love, that was so fucking *sexy*! You made such a lovely mess,” He had this dark, predatory look in his eyes still.

You let out a surprised yelp as you were repositioned onto the winged hero’s lap. His cock was already hard and leaking precum from the swollen tip. It was heavy against your inner thigh as Hawks brought your lips down to his for a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it explored the depths of your mouth. His calloused hands hungrily groping your breasts. You grasp his shoulders to steady yourself against his onslaught.

“Now, y/n, I want you to be a good girl and ride me,” he gives you a kiss on your neck, his voice getting slightly huskier, “I’d *really * love that from my little sparrow.”

Your mouth goes dry and your mind goes blank. You just merely nod and position your trembling body over his. He lets out a slight hiss as you grab the base of his swollen cock and slowly sink yourself down. Even though he’s had you over and over, you’re still so tight as he slowly stretches you full. You let out little sobs of bliss as he deliciously fills you up all the way to your cervix, digging little crescents into his shoulders when he’s finally bottomed out inside you.

“Keigo…so full!” You gasp out as you give a few experimentally motions of your hips. Your head tossed back in utter pleasure as you gradually start to gain your clumsy rhythm.

“Fuck, y/n! You feel soooo good, love!” Hawks grits his teeth as he tries to let you set the tempo, but you’re inexperienced and the movements are a bit slow. However, it still feels amazing despite that and he could be patient with you for a little bit longer.

You, though, were already at your limit. Your thighs were burning and your hips sore from earlier, but you couldn’t stop your hips from moving. It just felt too good to stop. You could already feel the knot in your stomach starting to tighten and the lewd noises that filled the room spurred you on even more. Hawks hands settled on your hips and his golden hair clinging to his forehead from the sweat forming on his brow. Without warning, Hawks hips shot up and his tip hits that right spot inside you, then again, and again. He must be getting impatient with your slow pace. You look at his face; his eyes a shot tight, brow knitted, and he had his bottom lip between his teeth.

You couldn’t help it and started bursting out laughing which caused the pro hero under you to come to a dead stop. He peered at you with the most comical “what-the-fuck” face which really didn’t help you stop laughing. You didn’t know what came over you.

“Haha…I’m sorry! But that face you were…haha…making…! I’m sorry!,” You tried to take a few deep breaths to stop the giggles coming out of your mouth.

When you finally did stop, you peered up at Hawks to see the most terrifying predatory look in his eyes. It was the look that made you feel like a little cotton tail stuck in the sights of a predator. You felt goose bumps all run over your skin when Hawks slowly licks his lips and he gives your hips a hard squeeze. A loud cry fell from your lips when his hips shot up hard into you, causing your toes to curl. A few more expert thrusts upwards had you babbling mess on his lap already close to coming undone. His lips smashed over yours as he continued to pound into your clenching hole.

“ ‘M cumming! Ahh haaa! KEIGO!” You sob as you ride out your climax. Hawks had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he watched you cum.

He didn’t even bother to pull out of you before he flipped you over on your back. Making you whimper from over sensitivity from just cumming. Hawks pinned both your wrists to the bed with two of his feathers as he used his arms to keep from crushing you. A third feather made its way downwards and settled on your clit making your whole body jump.

“Wha…Wait! Keigo! I just came! I can’t…AHHHH!” You were cut off by the vibrations he sent into the feather stimulating your clit.

If you could think a coherent thought at this point, you’d feel bad if he’d had any neighbors because you were practically screaming as Hawks started thrusting into into again. The sensation made you forget how to breathe for a moment because it was too overwhelming. His cock was buried as deep as it could go inside you that every time he pushed himself back inside he kept kissing the entrance to your womb and the feather working your poor clit was only driving you crazier.

“Ha…What was that about my face, love?” Hawks grunted as he fucked you stupid, “You should see yours! But I ain’t laughing, it’s amazing! So freaking sexy losing your mind for me like that!”

He bit his lip hard as he fought back spilling his load as You clamped down on his dick when you came. Your legs shook hard as you arched your back off the bed chanting his name over and over again. Hawks burned that image of you into his brain. A withering, bawling mess all because of him. He smirked as he watched you try to break your wrists free of his feathers whimpering as he continued to thrust into you without mercy.

“Kei…Pl…please! Too…ahhh…much! Oh gawd! Keigo please!” Tears falling down your lovely cheeks as you begged him to let up, but he wasn’t done just yet.

Hawks could feel himself so close, he knew it wouldn’t be long especially how you were spasming around his cock like that. He let out an almost feral growl as he felt his own release quickly approaching but not before drawing one more from you. This was your punishment for laughing at him after all. You were sobbing, crying his name as he pounded you into oblivion. The feather on your swollen clit moving faster in time with his thrusts bringing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm. Hawks practically howled, unable to fight it any longer, as he shot his load deep inside you sending you over the edge at the same time. Hot thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim all over again as you rode out your high.

Hawks finally sets you free of his feathers and presses his forehead on yours as you both struggle to catch your breath. His wings coming around you, cradling you, as if caging you both from the outside world. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck and you hear him give an approving hum.

“As much as I’d love to lay here. We probably should get into the bath and eat something,” Hawks smiles down at you, “Wouldn’t want ‘cha to pass out because of me. I think your uncle would barbecue me for sure!”

You let out a weak laugh as Hawks gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. Missing his warmth, you snuggle under the blanket, waiting for the bath to be ready. The scent of both of you mixed together oddly comforted you and made you feel embarrassed. Thinking about your time with Hawks was honestly the happiest you’ve been in awhile not including the really potent sexual connection between you. Something like dejavu kept going off in your head when you looked at him. However, you were pretty sure you’d remember meeting him since there weren’t very many pro heroes with bright red wings.

A few minutes later, you’re sitting in the bath with him, your back pressed against his chest as he holds you close, his chin resting on top of your head. His wings draped outside the tub, so the both of you had room. Hawks insisted on both of you bathing together, promising to behave himself. You slowly traced your fingers over the surface of the water. Hawks’s eyes were closed, his usual wild blonde hair wet and smoothed back from his face.

“Keigo?” You broke the silence in the room.

Not bothering to open his eyes, “Hm?”

“Have we, um, met before?” You didn’t know why you felt so nervous all of a sudden.

“We’ve met a few times in fact, Y/N,” You could feel the laughter in his voice vibrate against your back.

“I mean, like when we were kids?” You turn the best you could to look up at him.

His golden eyes now open and he had a grin on his face, “So you finally remember, huh?”

You didn’t exactly know what the look on his face pissed you off, but it did. So you weren’t just tripping out, you had met before your arrival a couple of months ago! And what was worse is he remembered and didn’t say a damn thing!

“Oh my gawd! Seriously?!” You splashed him in the face, wiping that grin off his face. Victory!

“Hey! I’m sorry! I wasn’t a 100% we had and didn’t want to come off as a creep!” He held his hands up to shield his face from your onslaught. A sigh leaving his lips when you stopped.

“Too late for that…” You huffed out, feeling dumb for not realizing it sooner, “How long did you know?”

“It was at the park,” A slight blush dusts his cheeks as he purposefully avoids looking you in the eyes, “Which made me realize something else…”

“What’s that?” You tilt your head inquisitively, smiling at how cute he looked at that moment.

Hawks’s lips come down and gently slid over yours, passionately melting together. His hands coming up and delicately cupped your face, deepening the kiss. It was a soft kiss compared to others you shared, but the intensity behind it made your heart skip a beat. It seemed like time had stopped in that moment until Hawks lifted his face away from yours.

“I’m utterly and completely in love with you.”

[viking84chef]

Reggel 7, azaz hét órakor csörög a telefonom.

- Jó reggelt kívánok! Király Edina vagyok a Dr. Krém Magyarország megbízásából keresem. Jókor hívom?

- Persze! Szervusz Edina de régen hallottam a hangod! Jól vagy?

- Elnézést kérek, ismerjük egymást?

- Ne viccelj, Jancsi vagyok! Anyukáddal szemben lakunk. Pont tegnap kérdeztem tőle, hogy mi újság veled?

- Celldömölkön?

- Hol máshol?

- Bocsánat, hogy nem emlékszem de több mint két éve eljöttem onnan. Micsoda véletlen! Hidratáló krémek vannak most akciósan. Nem érdekel?

- Dehogynem! Most akartam venni. Pont ma hajnalban.

- De jó! Mennyit küldjek?

- Vagy 6 csomaggal. Sokan vagyunk. Száraz a család. Csak holnap elutazunk nyaralni. De ha Édesanyádnak postázod majd érte megyek ha megjöttünk.

- Cellre?

- Parancsolsz?

- Cellre?

- Ja, persze!

- 36.000 Forint lenne, de neked így, most csak 24.000 Forint lesz!

- Oké ott hagyom a pénzt Anyudnál!

- Rendben! További szép reggelt kívánok! Milyen kicsi a világ!

- Hát igen. Neked is minden jót!

Fél óra múlva, miután kidühöngtem magam hogy honnan tudják ezek a telefonszámomat és visszaaludni sem tudtam , lelkiismeret furdalás gyötört és megpróbáltam visszahívni de már csak egy autómata válaszolt. Remélem az Anyukája nem hidratálja túl magát!

☝️🙈🤦‍♀️😂😂😂😂

[theemporium]

Bro I got excited when they showed kika and my mom was like "I think you get as excited when they show the girlfriends as you do the drivers" .... HAHAHAH 😐 don't think too much about it ma.... I just said it cause they don't show them that much 🤦‍♀️

bless😭

[ja-doll-divine]

Umyłam wczoraj włosy. Nie używam suszarki bo jej dźwięk doprowadza mnie do szału więc siedziałam z mokrą głową w sypialni. Stwierdziłam, że mi duszno. Uchyliłam okno.

Zgadnijcie kto ma zawalone zatoki, katar i chrypi jak żul spod budki z piwem?

Tak. Ja.

Ukłony. 🤦‍♀️