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you would fucking tear up anora😳😳you should write for ani... mikey madison so fine oml
i’ve watched like 10 minutes of anora , should i finish it?
hi everyone this is proof of life
i’m sorry i haven’t been posting (… for like two months😬) pls don’t attack me
i have so many ideas i just can’t bring myself to write them. any tips on how to get out of this slump?
- ellise xx
plz write a Steve Harrington x reader (Dustin’s sister) based off of the song Kiss It Better by Rihanna and plz make it set in the summer. Perhaps where they all (all the kids and teens) go on a road trip and plzz make it smut hehe. Could u also do this in like s3 vibes universe but like after all the conflict was resolved and stuff at the end. THANKSS
i wrote a little more than how much i usually write.....i fear i got a little carried away
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kiss it better (18+)
fem!henderson!reader
you sit shotgun in your brand-new pastel yellow volkswagen van, the one you’d saved up for months to buy, the one that still smells like fresh leather and summer air freshener. steve’s behind the wheel because he insisted he’s the better driver for long hauls, and you let him - mostly because arguing about that on top of everything else felt pointless. the back is packed with the whole crew: dustin squeezed between lucas and mike, max sprawled across the middle bench with el and will, nancy and jonathan following behind in jonathan’s car with the extra bags. the radio plays low, some summer pop station, but no one’s really singing along. the van hums smoothly down the highway, windows cracked just enough to let the warm breeze whip through your hair.
you haven’t said a word to steve since the 7-eleven stop two hours ago. he’d leaned too close to the cashier, flashing that easy king steve smile, calling her “sweetheart” while he paid for snacks and sodas like it was nothing. you’d stood right there, arms crossed, watching him laugh at her dumb joke about the slushie machine. when you’d climbed back in the van, you slammed the door harder than necessary and stared out the window the entire time since. steve tried once - reached for your hand at a red light - but you pulled away and turned the volume up. the silence between you two stretches thick and uncomfortable, even with the kids chattering behind you about arcade high scores and who gets the biggest hotel bed.
the destination is a lakeside town a few hours away, somewhere with a boardwalk and ice cream stands and enough space for everyone to spread out. steve’s dad’s credit card is covering the nice hotel - some upscale place right on the water with balconies and a pool that actually has lounge chairs instead of cracked concrete. “plenty of rooms,” steve had muttered when he booked it, like that fixed anything. you didn’t respond then either.
by the time you pull into the hotel parking lot, the sun is dipping low and painting everything golden. the van’s engine cuts off and the kids explode out the doors, stretching and yelling about dibs on rooms. nancy and jonathan park beside you, already laughing about something. dustin tugs on your arm. “come on, sis, let’s see if they have those fancy mini-fridges!”
you force a smile for him and follow, grabbing your bag from the back while steve handles check-in. he comes back with key cards, handing them out. “two suites and a couple doubles. boys in one, girls in another, but… uh, we got an extra king room for us.” his eyes flick to you, cautious. you don’t meet them.
the hotel is beautiful - cream walls, soft lighting, the faint scent of salty air even from the lobby. your room is on the third floor with a private balcony overlooking the pool and the lake beyond. the bed is huge, crisp white sheets, and there’s a separate living area with a couch. the kids scatter to their own rooms down the hall, doors slamming and laughter echoing. dustin pokes his head in to say goodnight before eleven drags him away for some group game night in the boys’ suite.
the door clicks shut behind the last kid and the silence crashes back in.
you drop your bag on the couch and head straight for the balcony, leaning on the railing as the warm evening breeze lifts your sundress. steve follows after a minute, stopping in the doorway like he’s not sure he’s welcome. “you gonna keep ignoring me all trip?” his voice is low, edged with frustration.
you don’t turn around. “you gonna keep flirting with every girl who smiles at you like i’m not standing right there?” you shoot back.
he sighs, stepping closer. “it wasn’t like that. she was just being nice, and i was being polite. you’re blowing it out of proportion.”
“polite?” you finally face him, arms crossed over your chest. “calling her sweetheart and laughing at her jokes while i’m holding the slushies? yeah. real polite, steve.”
his jaw ticks. he runs a hand through his hair, messing it up in that way that usually makes your stomach flip. “i wasn’t trying to hurt you. i just… sometimes i don’t think. but that doesn’t mean i don’t love you. you’re my girl. you know that.”
the words hang there, heavy in the humid air. you hate how much you want to believe him, how the anger is already cracking under the weight of missing him. he takes another step, close enough that you can smell his cologne mixed with the long drive. “let me fix it,” he says quietly. “please.”
you look up at him, eyes narrowed, but your body betrays you - leaning in just a fraction. “then fix it.”
steve doesn’t waste another second. he closes the distance, hands cupping your face as he kisses you hard, all the tension from the silent ride pouring out. it’s messy and urgent, teeth clashing, his tongue sliding against yours like he’s trying to remind you exactly who you belong to. you grip his shirt, yanking him closer, and he walks you backward through the open balcony doors until your legs hit the edge of the massive bed.
he breaks the kiss just long enough to pull your sundress over your head, tossing it aside. your bra follows, his fingers quick and practiced. when you’re bare from the waist up, he pauses, eyes dark as they rake over you. “god, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, voice rough. he pushes you gently onto the bed, following you down so his weight settles over you, warm and solid and exactly what you’ve been aching for since the fight started.
steve kisses down your neck, slow and deliberate, sucking marks into the sensitive skin where your shoulder meets your throat - marks you’ll have to hide with your hair tomorrow. his hands roam, one palming your breast while the other slides lower, pushing your panties aside to tease through your folds. you’re already wet, embarrassingly so, and he groans when his fingers glide easily. “missed this,” he whispers against your collarbone. “missed you so fucking much.”
two thick fingers push inside you without warning, curling just right, and you arch off the bed with a gasp. he pumps them steadily, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that have your thighs trembling. his mouth latches onto one nipple, tongue flicking and sucking until it’s swollen and sensitive, then switching to the other. you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging hard when he adds a third finger, stretching you open.
“o-oh..steve-”
“i know, baby. i got you.” he kisses lower, down your stomach, until he’s between your legs. he pulls your panties off completely, spreading your thighs wide. his tongue replaces his fingers, long, filthy licks from your entrance to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth while two fingers plunge back inside. you moan louder than you mean to, hips rocking against his face as he works you closer and closer. he hums against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine, and when he curls his fingers just right and sucks hard, you come undone - shaking, thighs clamping around his head, his name spilling from your lips in broken gasps.
he doesn’t stop until you’re twitching and oversensitive, only then crawling back up your body. his clothes come off in a rush - shirt, shorts, boxers - revealing how hard he is, cock heavy and leaking against his stomach. you reach for him but he catches your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other guides himself to your entrance. he rubs the head through your slick once, twice, teasing, before pushing in slow and deep on one smooth thrust.
the stretch is perfect, filling you completely. you both groan at the feeling, foreheads pressed together. steve stays still for a moment, letting you adjust, his free hand stroking your side soothingly. “fuck, you feel incredible,” he breathes. “so..so tight, so wet for me.”
then he starts moving - deep, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive spot inside you. the pace is steady at first, luxurious, like he’s savoring every second after the cold silence of the drive. the bed barely makes a sound under you, the nice hotel mattress swallowing the motion. his hips snap a little harder with each thrust, skin slapping softly against skin, the wet sounds of him moving inside you filling the room.
you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him deeper. steve releases your wrists so he can brace on his elbows, chest pressed flush to yours, mouths meeting in messy kisses. his thrusts grow heavier, faster, pounding into you with purpose. every drag of his cock sends pleasure coiling tighter in your belly. you rake your nails down his back, hard enough to leave red lines, and he hisses, hips stuttering before he doubles down - fucking you harder, the headboard starting to tap rhythmically against the wall.
“that’s it,” he pants against your mouth. “take it all, baby. let me...fuck..let me make it better. let me show you you’re the only one.”
you’re close again, clenching around him, and he can feel it. one hand sneaks between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm circles in time with his thrusts. the pressure builds fast and overwhelming. “come on,” he urges, voice wrecked. “come for me again. wanna...wanna feel you fall apart.”
you do - hard and sudden, walls fluttering and squeezing around his cock as waves of pleasure crash through you.
"steve!-" you cry out, nails digging deeper into his shoulders, and steve fucks you through every pulse, pace relentless until your orgasm starts to fade.
he doesn’t pull out. instead he keeps moving, slower now but deep, grinding against that spot that makes your eyes flutter. “f-fuck… you’re still squeezing me so good,” he stutters, voice hoarse and broken. “can’t… can’t get enough of you, baby. feels too good, h-hah - shit, you’re so wet, dripping all over me.”
you whimper, oversensitive but chasing more, hips twitching up to meet his lazy thrusts. steve groans low in his throat, burying his face in your neck as he picks up speed again, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin on skin louder in the quiet room. “y-yes, just like that - fuck, take it, take every inch, you’re mine, only mine,” he rasps, words tumbling out between heavy breaths. “gonna fuck you until you forget why you were mad, until...holy sh-shit- ...until all you can think about is how deep i am, how full you feel - ahh, god, clench around me like that, you’re gonna make me lose it.”
he shifts slightly, hooking one of your legs higher over his hip, changing the angle so every thrust hits even deeper, the head of his cock dragging perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. your moans turn into desperate little cries, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. steve notices, kisses them away, but doesn’t slow down. “shh, i got you, baby, i got you - feels good, huh?”
you can barely form words, just gasping out his name over and over as another orgasm builds fast and intense. steve’s thrusts grow erratic, stuttering every time you clench down on him. “c-come on, give me another one, please - i need to feel you come again, need it so bad, f-fuuuck, you’re so tight, so perfect - gonna fill you up, make it all better, make you mine all over again.”
his fingers return to your clit, rubbing messy, desperate circles, and that’s all it takes. you shatter around him for the second time, harder than before, vision whiting out as your whole body shakes and pulses around his cock. steve curses loudly, hips stuttering violently as he fucks you through it, drawing out every wave until you’re a trembling, whimpering mess beneath him.
only then does he let himself go completely. his pace turns punishing, hips slamming into yours with raw need, the headboard banging steadily against the wall now. “f-fuck - baby, i’m so close, you feel too good, can’t hold back - shit, shit, i love you, love this pussy, love how you take me - hah -gonna come so deep inside you, gonna give you everything-”
a few more brutal, stuttering thrusts and he buries himself to the hilt, groaning long and broken as he comes hard, pulsing hot and thick inside you in heavy spurts. you feel every twitch, every rope of release flooding you, so much that it starts leaking out around where you’re joined. steve keeps grinding shallowly through the aftershocks, milking every last drop, whispering slurred praises against your skin. “so good… so fucking good for me… love you, love you so much…”
he collapses carefully, keeping most of his weight on his forearms so he doesn’t crush you, but still pressed close. both of you are breathing hard, skin slick with sweat in the warm hotel room. steve presses soft kisses along your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth - apologetic and tender now. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs. “won’t happen again. you’re it for me.”
you hum and card your fingers through his damp hair, tugging gently until he lifts his head to look at you. his eyes are soft, brown and warm in the low light. “we’re good?” he asks, voice quiet.
“better than good,” you reply. he rolls to the side but pulls you with him, tucking you against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist. his hand traces lazy patterns on your bare hip while your breathing evens out.
i just want to say i really love your fics and your writing style, and you inspired me to write again aside from my hyperfixation on steve harrington. and i screamed when you followed me back
awwww omg 💘💘. sorry i just saw this now! i’m so happy i could inspire u :) ur account is so cute

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— YOU CAN’T HELP YOURSELF ᥫ᭡.
pairing: nancy wheeler x fem!reader
summary: nancy’s obsessed with a new toy she got the both of you last week. she can’t help herself.
cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT!! strap-on usage, penetration, shower sex, choking, breath play, just overall dirty. proceed with caution.
wc: 924
taste — sabrina carpenter.
cw: no plot wlw smut, oral (sab receiving), sweet girlfriend fluff, reader could be read as non binary 18+
gf!sabrina carpenter x gf!reader ⋮ wc: 1k
it was late. sabrina was flat on her back, laying in a messy puddle of her blonde hair splayed out beneath her. her thighs shook against either side of your head, muffling the melody of sweet moans and curses escaping her parted lips.
“oh, mmm… fuck!”
her perfectly manicured hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white at how hard she was holding herself back, wanting to savour the feeling of your tongue lapping firmly at her swollen clit for the first time in days.
“missed you,” you moaned against her. “so much.”
Uhhh… has anyone ever asked you for a part 2 of ring ring ring? If not, I’ll be the first! Is a part 2 of ring ring ring in the works or a possibility?? I’m a little obsessed with it at the moment
well, yes! i just don’t know what direction to go with it. any ideas?
omg i need a whole essay about reader giving steve the best sloppy he’s ever had in his life. PLEASE
ohmy god maybe it starts ab him jokingly teasing your for being innexperienced and boyyyy do you prove him wrong
cw: cocky!steve, oral (m receiving), not proofread at ALLLL im sorry💔💔💔
you and steve are having a heated makeout in your bedroom. its escalating more and more, moaning against each others mouth, tongues clashing together, and steve eventually grabs your hand, and puts it on his aching cock thats pressing against his jeans. thats when you freeze, suddenly feeling nervous about your lack of experience, pulling away from the kiss momentarily. when you mention to steve you havent really done anything besides making out, his eyes go wide, before a grin pops up on his face.
“wait, actually?” he asks, sounding very amused.
you shrug, acting like it doesnt really matter.
“wouldnt expect that from you, you just seem so confident. seems like youd know what to do, you know?” he smirks cockily, with a playful look in his eyes.
you roll your eyes before giving him a monotone thank you. feeling like you have something to prove, you drop to your knees, in front of his hard dick pressing against his jeans.
“y’know baby, we dont have to do anything. no rush at all,” he smiles softly, but theres a slight tone in his voice that almost makes him sound teasing.
you scoff at him, “who said anything about rushing?”.
his dick jumps at your confidence, smirking down at you. he watches you as you unbuckle his belt and zip down his jeans before his dick springs out. theres no denying it, hes huge. hes long and girthy, and hes such a cocky little shit because he knows hes big.
“you okay?” he asks in a sly manner.
you nod at him, and wasting no time, you lick up and down his shaft.
“good girl, get it all wet f’me” he groans lowly, “can walk you through it if you really need me too?”
“you really think i need that?” you tilt your head at him.
“guess we’ll see, baby,” he flashes a cheeky smile at you.
you shrug and with no warning, you put him in your mouth. hollowing your cheeks, focusing and swirling your tongue on his tip, the taste of his precum immediately hitting your tongue.
“ohfuck– jesus christ,” his hips stutter, and his hand instinctively moves to grip your hair.
you move down his shaft, sucking him hard and going half way down his length before removing your mouth just to spit on it to get it even more wet.
“fuck, youre so dirty arent yo–” he gasps as hes cut off by you bobbing your head up and down his length.
the size of him is undeniably stretching your mouth, but youre so determined to prove him wrong. you deepthroat him, sputtering around his length and your throat contracts, eliciting a whimper from steve as your throat squeezes around his dick. simultaneously, you use your tongue to work against the underside of his cock. his dick is so wet, and the pornographic sounds that are coming from your mouth has him gripping your hair for dear life.
you pull back just enough to focus on the tip, your hands taking over the rest, jerking him off at a fast pace. you work your tongue beneath his tip and you look up at him through heavy eye lids, his knees practically buckle at the sight.
“my god, dont look at me like that,” he whines, squeezing his eyes in pleasure, “gonna make me cum.”
you hum around his tip, before hollowing your cheeks more. the hum from your mouth is an overwhelming sensation against his tip and he cant help but practically cry out. he grips your hair harder, his dick twitches inside of your mouth as his body stills and cums inside your mouth with no warning. he groans loudly, his body naturally trying to ride out his orgasm. once the twitching subsides, you pull off his dick with a soft pop, and he looks at you with disbelief.
“holy shit,” he breathes out, “no fucking way that was your first time,” his chest heaving up and down as he plops himself down on your mattress, trying to catch his breath.
all your perversions
volume 1, ritualistic volume 2, i need you around
nancy wheeler x fem!reader
warnings: 18+, stranger things season 4, some internalised homophobia, suggestive content, sexual content, longer word count = more angst
summary: nothing changes until nothing changes. what better way to incite change than a teen-killing monster with a literal ticking clock situation? probably not whilst doing research in a mini skirt in the small hawkins library, yet, this is where you and nancy manage to find yourselves.
word count: 6.6k - inspired by: picture you by chappell roan

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— SLEEPYHEAD ᥫ᭡.
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: steve can’t help himself when he wakes up to you whining in your sleep.
cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT! somnophilia, dubcon, fingering!reader receiving, unprotected sex (p in v), dry humping, & thigh riding.
wc: 1.7k
i need you around
part 2 to ritualistic
nancy wheeler x fem!reader
warnings: stranger things season 4, angst, unrequited feelings, some internalised homophobia
summary: almost a year after nancy made you a promise she never did keep. there was the mall fire. then the byers move to california. you and her returned to your usual ritual of nightly debriefs, which soon became weekly, then monthly, until she decided you weren't worthy of her time. she kept busy with the school paper rather than the hawkins post, and you kept busy bothering robin & steve at the video store instead of an ice cream parlour. nothing changes until it changes.
word count: 2.5k - inspired by: picture you by chappell roan
PAPA ME WANT MORE MOVIE
ritualistic
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nancy wheeler x fem!reader
warnings: stranger things pre-season 3, homoerotic friendship final boss, wlw yearning, fade to black sexual content, nancy is with jonathan but her & reader condone cheating… ? no use of y/n. lowercase intended
summary: nancy wheeler has a tendency to make everyone fall in love with her, yourself included. now you're stuck in a weekly ritual in which she lays in your bed complaining about her boyfriend while you do everything in your power to not kiss her.
word count: 3.6k - inspired by: picture you by chappell roan
— RING RING RING ᥫ᭡.
pairing: college au, post season 5. nancy wheeler x fem!reader
summary: nancy discovered some new things about herself during her time at emerson. like… how she really likes a pretty girl between her legs.
cw: EXPLICIT CONTENT. sexual content. oral! nancy receiving. does this count as public sex? idk.
wc: 1.6k
steve walking in on u riding ur pillow!!!!
oh ABSOLUTELY YES
you’re in steve’s room, alone for what should be another hour at least. he left earlier with that casual kiss to your forehead and a promise to be back soon, like he always does. you were just gonna wait. maybe nap on his bed. maybe steal a hoodie from his closet that still smells like him.
but the pillow catches your eye.
not the ones he sleeps on—those are soft, indented, carry that warm trace of his shampoo and skin. no, it’s the one he bought on a whim last year just for decoration. pristine white, thick, piped edges, the kind that’s just for show. it’s always perched perfectly at the head of the bed like it’s too important to use. you hate how it sits there, untouched. mocking.
you’re already worked up. thighs sticky from thinking about him all afternoon, clit aching under your shorts. you tell yourself it’s nothing. just a little pressure. just to take the edge off.
you swing a leg over it anyway. slow. hesitant. the fabric gives under you instantly, plush and perfect, cradling your cunt like it was waiting. one shallow rock and the seam drags right over your swollen clit. your breath hitches hard.
that’s all it takes.
face shoved into his actual pillow—god, it smells so much like him— you start grinding. desperate little rolls of your hips, muffled whimpers soaking into the cotton. the fancy pillow gets wrecked fast. dark wet spot blooming wide, slick dragging loud and filthy every time you slide forward. you can feel it dripping down your thighs, ruining his sheets. you don’t stop. you can’t. ass up, back arched, fingers clawing the comforter while you hump like a needy thing in heat.
you’re whining his name into the fabric, tongue pressing wet against it, drooling a little as your clit throbs with every grind.
“ohh fuuuck… stevie…” you gasp, hips stuttering forward harder. “stevieee… feels so good…”
the door opens.
you don’t hear it at first. too lost.
then steve’s voice cuts through, “aww, baby… look at you.”
you freeze mid-roll, heart slamming. he’s standing in the doorway, keys dangling, shirt clinging from the heat outside. eyes dark, mouth curved in that cruel little smile he saves for when he’s about to ruin you.
he kicks the door shut. slow steps toward the bed. eyes fixed on the soaked pillow between your thighs, the mess you’ve made.
“couldn’t even wait an hour, huh?” he says, voice dripping fake pity. “poor thing. so desperate you had to rub your little cunt all over my nice pillow.”
your face burns. you try to close your legs, but he’s already climbing up behind you, hands on your hips yanking you back open.
“no, no,” he tuts, thumb brushing the soaked fabric where your clit is still pressed. “don’t stop now. you were doing so good. makin’ such a pretty mess f’me.”
a shaky whimper tears from your throat as your hips snap forward in a quick, embarrassing twitch. he laughs—soft, mocking.
“see? your pussy’s still crying for it. bet it hurts, doesn’t it?” he leans in, lips grazing your ear. “all swollen and needy. humping my bed like a bitch in heat. that’s cute.”
you’re shaking. trying to speak, but it’s just a broken sound. he presses two fingers against your clit through the pillow, slow circles that make your thighs jump.
“thought you were gonna be good while i was gone,” he murmurs, voice thick with faux sympathy. “thought you could behave. but look at this…” he drags a finger through the slick on your thigh, holds it up so you can see how it strings between his fingers. “you’re dripping everywhere. ruining everything. my poor, pathetic baby.”
he pulls the pillow out from under you suddenly, making you whine at the loss. flips you onto your back, spreads your legs wide. stares down at the mess you’ve left on his sheets, on the decorative pillow now crumpled and stained.
“you know what happens to girls who can’t control themselves?” he asks, voice sweet like poison. he leans down, nose brushing yours. “they get fucked stupid until they learn.”
you nod, dizzy, already aching for him.
he smirks, mean and fond all at once.
you’re fucked.
and he’s only just getting started.

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i think we're alone now ― steve harrington
I THINK WE'RE ALONE NOW ― STEVE HARRINGTON
summary ... vecna is dead. the war was won. now it's time to go home, live the lives they weren't sure they were going to get and finally have a moment alone...but steve needs to shower first...maybe?
pairing ... steve harrington x fem!reader (2.3k)
warnings ... spoilers of e8, mentions of blood and mind flayer guts, porn with very little plot, shower sex, p in v, unprotected sex (uh oh), groping, light biting, slight breeding kink, steve being a soft dom
note ... bitch, i am risen, thanks to steve harrington and his suit in that final episode.
It was quiet.
It hadn't been this quiet in a long time.
There was always someone making some kind of noise, or something trying to wreck havoc in their lives, screeching their way into the quiet suburbs of Hawkins.
But there was nothing.
Silence. Finally.
Steve had taken the job of driving all the kids home, in Murry's wrecked van, sliding silently down the barren streets. The streets lights were glowing in a soft white shade, never flickering, solid streams of light, guiding them home.
Break Time
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: You and Steve take a break from work for some...alone time.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI: Smut!!, Dirty talk (Steve is very talkative in this one whoo), Steve is a cocky bastard, Semi-public sex (storage room), Rough but still lovey-dovey sex, Loverboy Steve, Please let me know if forgot anything!
Author's Note: Saw something about Steve talking you through it, got possessed by the Spirit of Horny, and viola! You guys liked Can't Lose You so much, you've inspired me to write more filth! As always, please let me know what you think!!
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It started with a note, scribbled on a notepad and left on your desk atop all of your other paperwork.
‘Storage room. Ten minutes.’
Nope. Not smart. Not a good idea. Not even close to something you should actually follow through on. You’ll just encourage him. He’s already cocky and ridiculous and-
“Steve, it’s pitch black in- mmph!”
Your words are cut off almost immediately by warm lips against your own, a larger body crowding you back into the shelves. His enthusiasm would be almost funny if the kiss wasn’t so fucking good. If his mouth didn’t move against yours like he got himself a fucking phD in how to turn your knees to jelly. His tongue slides between your lips, fingers curling possessively against the back of your head, and when you gasp into his mouth he groans so low and hungry that you forget how to breathe.
“Mm, missed you.” He murmurs between kisses, one hand sliding down your back to cup your ass, tugging you impossibly closer as he trails his lips down over your jaw.
“You saw me this morning.” You laugh, already breathless, and you feel him grin against your throat.
“And that was hours ago.”