#(day has taken on a very loose definition here)

[letkirillfight]

Unrelated: I just looked at the wardrobe pics for Arizona and I'm sorry someone is wearing a purple suit, actual color in the walk up!, and you didn't get a proper picture???

[eddie4bat-president]

Saw a drawing of Steve and now I'm suddenly thinking about artist Eddie who designed the Hellfire shirts and Corroded Coffin fliers and who draws the villains of his D&D campaigns to slap onto his DM screen for visual aid and doodles in class and-

And i'm thinking about Steve, in a relationship with Nancy, trying to ignore that things are rocky but knowing it all the same. He finds a notebook left behind in school and he only takes it because he forgot his own. He plans to use it for the day and then figure out whose it is and get it back to them in exchange, that's probably more than fair, right? And the person is really gonna want this back - it looks like half their life is contained in this thing; there is... a shit ton of loose paper stuffed between the pages and notes on all kinds of subjects and drawings and.... he doesn't even know what that is. Who is Vecna and what the hell is a... lich?

Anyway as he leafs through it he finds that some of the drawings are... actually really good. Like, absurdly good for being in a lined notebook that looks like it has taken a trip into a dumpster and picked up some debris on the way out.

Like! Those hands! Steve has no artistic bone in his body but he's heard people whine about drawing hands and - he looks at the hand not holding the book and back again - yeah, that's exactly what hands look like! And here - a few pages further (it's one of the most empty pages of the whole thing, mostly because this one seems to have started as a drawing and not as a page of notes that turned into a drawing) there are only a few lines on the page but it's still very clearly the back of someone's neck, the collar, one shoulder.... Then there's another one that is almost all lines, but they were all carefully placed to give the effect of perfectly windswept hair. Then there's one that he actually can't make sense of at first (he almost pages past it because it is just a few lines and dots taking up a quarter of a page of very annoyed... history notes? Maybe English.) It's just a jawline with some moles but... only the day before he had cut himself shaving a finger's width underneath those exact moles. And that's when it clicks. He goes back to the hair... yeah that- that could be him too. Maybe. He flips back to that one very detailed drawing of hands and... putting down the book he tries to get his hands into the same position - the angle is off but. Yeah. That's why they looked so perfectly...! Uhhhh... Handsy! Because they're his fucking hands!

Anyway Steve realizes that about a third of the drawings are or could be him. He realizes that he actually can't go through with giving it back because - what would he even say? "Hey found your notebook, nice shrine to me?" Yeah no. But he's... also reluctant to take it to the Lost and Found. There's something in the handwriting.... He has a feeling that it might not be a girl secretly drawing him. What if someone else connects the dots? What if they confront the mystery artist about it? Flashbacks to his fight with Jonathan, the line he crossed and immediately regretted. He doesn't want to be the cause for someone else getting called that. And unrelated to that, things with Nancy aren't great right now and it's... it's just nice to think someone is paying attention, alright?

Then Halloween happens a few days after. The Break-up(?), the demodogs, Billy and the tunnels- and afterwards it's nice to have the notebook to distract him from the pain. The mundane mystery of a schoolmate maybe having a crush on him. He might not even have to confront them - he can just figure out a way to slip it into their locker; it looks like at least half their schoolwork is crammed into this thing, no matter how half-heartedly done. They definitely want this back.

Man, I wish I could actually write this thing. Damn. Maybe I could even do a scene where Steve tries to Sherlock Holmes his way to Mystery Artist and confronts a (hatefully seething) Robin, because she sits behind him in that one class, only to find his own Watson in her instead. But alas. It cannot be.

[goldfades]

could you write some Caitlin hc?

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ CC²²

─ warnings | fluff, mention of arguing/VERY SLIGHT ANGST, best friends to lovers, just a bunch of yap... sorry in advance <3

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PRE-RELATIONSHIP

i feel like caitlin just gives off childhood best friends to lovers + high school sweethearts, like you guys knew each your entire lives and were like super duper close

and then one day it kinda just like hit caitlin like SHE IS **IN LOVE** WITH YOU

she's definitely the first one to "catch feelings"

i use that term VERY loosely because both of you guys were idiots and didn't realize you'd loved each other the first time you met

but she's the first one to realize it

which i feel like would cause a slight rift between you two because up until that point, it was "platonic"

she just wouldn't know how to go about her feelings and it would just stress her out, so she just began to distance herself

and in the years you've known her SHE'S NEVER DONE THAT TO YOU, so obviously you notice

and you try and talk to her about it but she reassures you and tells you it's nothing, that she's just stressed about school

which you don't buy so you just keep bugging her about it, cause she's ur best friend ur not about to lose her!!

eventually you give up after realizing that maybe she just doesn't wanna be friends with you anymore, and after you didn't show up to her game, caitlin knew she FUCKED UP

so after the game, she goes to your house and tells you that she messed up

and you both go up to your room and talk about it, she's SO emotional and just stressed out but she pours everything out to you

and you're confused at first, caitlin likes YOU????

and when you hug her and tell her it's alright, that you liked her back, baby was taken aback cause she's like WHAT

she expected you to just be okay with it obviously but she never expected you to tell her you LIKED HER BACK????

it's just so cutesy rom-com-y and just... ADORABLE and sweet

RELATIONSHIP

queen of cuddles, oh my lord this woman is always on top of you

she doesn't really process her size sometimes cause she'll just lay on top of you and she forgets that she's literally 6ft with a bunch of muscles

you've almost died multiple times

she's super duper touchy all the 24/7 EXCEPT AT GAMES

pda is cute and all but not at games because she has to keep up an appearance and being overly touchy with your girlfriend at a game isn't exactly a great image

but she'll do it anywhere else!!!!!! but of course not too much cause again, the whole image thing

she loves taking pictures and videos to everything, her entire camera roll is just you and her atp

like vlogs GALORE to send to her family and stuff, because they adore you and her relationship!!!!

and obvs the team but they get rly sick and tired quicklu

"caitlin we get it u have an amazing healthy relationship" *attachment: 8 photos of you guys giving a thumbs down with frowns* "did we rly need 8 photos?" "yes!!!!!!!!"

and she vlogs everything, like every moment with you, she's got recorded

but those are usually very sacred to her, she doesn't show them to anyone and she hearts them so that she can look at them anytime she misses u :(

she loves showing you off on her instagram stories!!! but she gives everyone crumbs, like your back with her jersey and a cutesy little heart and you two holding hands

she has posts of you guys from high school still on instagram but she doesn't really post you a lot just because she wants to be professional

but whenever she can, SHE DOESSSS (like that whole 1yr post but with u.......)

you're at every single one of her important games!!!!! since yall have been together for so long, you guys make time for each other (ofc), she'll fly you out, pay for your hotels and everything

you're her number one supporter and fan!!!! oh my gosh

because she can't respond to weird comments, YOU def can

especially the ones that are like "i can def beat her in a 1v1" and it's just some random man

"most mens players at college level couldn't even beat her, i guarantee a random guy on tiktok could🤗" "you're 5'7, think again 💀"

caitlin just laughs at the comments but you will never let anyone shit talk your girlfriend????

she finds your protectiveness so endearing like it makes her fall more in love w you (if that's even possible?"

rom-com nights are like the ideal date night - caitlin cooks the food and you pick the movie, you guys cuddling on the couch as you eat and watch the movie is like every free saturday/sunday for yall

caitlin hates being away from you, she just wishes you could be with her 24/7

if she's away from you, expect 10000+ messages from her and 10 minute snapchat vlogs of her just at the gym while she speaks into the speakers quietly as if she's being followed (shes just dramatic)

some of the vlogs are just her in the hotel room very bored, trying to think of something to talk to u about and ITS SO CUTE

"so uh... i heard that squirrels can't burp. isn't that weird and like.... kinda sad? imagine living your whole life without being able to burp, i think i would die. speaking of that, i tried making your mom's cupcakes the other day, but i accidentally used salt instead of sugar! and that's exactly why i stick to cooking, baking is too damn hard. oh shit, kate is calling me, i gotta go but uh i hope you're having a great day. i miss you like crazy and can't wait until we're together again. i love you!"

yeah she's a yapper

she loves when you do her hair because i feel like she's more of a outfit person

so she would like if you braided her hair or like curled it or something, it makes her feel good and like pretty

the one time she curled her hair without you, she burned her arm and she swore she'd never again🫠

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[where-dreams-dwell]

Dexter is a cautionary tale of the need to accept discomfort as a part of life, with Emma as his contrast and aspirational example.

Throughout the show Emma embodies determination and self assurance. The only reason she thinks she can change the world is.. because why couldn’t she? In contrast Dexter has no idea what he wants and kind of resents having to even think about it, hence his jumping between careers and looking for purpose for the whole show.

While Em knows what she wants emotionally (the satisfaction or having made a difference, the achievement of doing what she always wanted) but isn’t sure on the specifics of what that will look like (I’ll write plays, no write poetry, no I’ll teach, okay no I’ll write a book), Dexter knows the specifics (I’ll be rich and famous) but doesn’t know what he wants emotionally (‘what will that look like?’ ‘I don’t know’).

While Dex is always running from uncomfortable feelings Em faces then head on and comes out the other side, able to learn from them.

As Dex is travelling to put off making long term decisions, Em has taken the first opportunity to do what she wants: writing, be it books, poems or in this instance plays.

On holiday Dex can’t allow himself to admit that he fancy’s Em and to leave it at that, he has to run from the honesty and vulnerability of that moment by adding on ‘but I pretty much fancy everyone’. In doing this you could argue that he looses his chance with her for several years, where as Emma’s confidence could have resulted in them getting together much sooner.

Dex misses his mothers last birthday because he doesn’t want to face reality. Instead of reacting to the fear and anger and pain of her diagnosis by spending every moment he can with her, or sitting down to have heart to heart talks with her, or helping her out in any meaningful way Dex runs away and numbs himself with substances, and is passed out for the little time he is in her presence.

When he’s nervous people won’t (or already don’t) like him on TV he again turns to substances to numb his feelings, and (instead of taking Em’s advice to ignore them) looks for reassurance from hangers on who don’t actually know him that well. He can’t sit in that worry/fear/discomfort so he finds a way to stop feeling.

When Dex’s marriage falls apart we see him running away to Paris to visit Em. And sure there are ulterior motives here (his hope and assuming that this could be the start of their romantic relationship) but the writer shows him literally traveling away from the country where his failed marriage, child and previous life were as he is show to be angrily talking about his divorce. As an image it appears like he’s running away from the reality of the divorce or running to Em for a distraction. It definitely supports Ems assumptions that he’s not serious about a relationship with her; she’s seen this behaviour in Dex before.

It’s even funny how in small ways we don’t see him handle upsetting things until the very end. Talking about his first marriage and the production the day became? Dex admits he didn’t want to rock the boat so he didn’t fight anything/reject anything/ have much say at all in his wedding. Sylvie drops off Jasmine? Dex is still at the cafe so Em is the one managing slightly awkward small talk. Jasmine practising her violin? We get a brief moment with Dex too but mainly it’s Em sitting through the recitals. In that last episode when they’re struggling with fertility, Em is the one who sits down and talks out her anger and fear and worry, where as Dex (who probably knew what the root of it all was) was happy to leave her to process it how she need to and support her while she did. If she hadn’t brought it up he wouldn’t have said anything.

That’s not becisarily a bad thing (Dex could have known that Em needed to process it herself before talking to him) but it is interesting that the writers engineer Dex to avoid all these moments of emotional discomfort. It reinforces his characterisation of being avoidant when confronted with conflict.

In contrast we kind of constantly see Em having to face hard moments and working through them.

Don’t know what to do with your life? Move to London to try and aim to work in your dream field. London life and restaurant job not going the way you planned? Commit to Dex’s suggestion of teacher training. Time to confess a secret? Here’s a hugely personal one about my past feelings for you. Past crush admits he kind-if fancy’s you? Stick to being honest about your past feelings and don’t take the opening to downplay them. You feel shit about your life and your secret affair? Well let’s turn that into motivation to finally write that book.

Not happy with your long term partner? End the relationship.

Emma’s whole confrontation with Ian is a masterclass in facing difficult conversations and emotions, being vulnerable and open and honest about your feelings, and finding empathy for another outside your point of view. And look what she gains from facing that hard in comfortable conversation? Closure, and a kind of friendship, one that lasts even after she dies.

When Dex confessed that he hoped they would start a romantic relationship in Paris, Em sits him down and starts that hard conversation about how she doesn’t think that is 1) what he even wants and 2) would work between them. She doesn’t brush off of hide from the conversation. And then when she has more information and time to think she commits to Dex.

Even after they sleep together there’s a scene of Em laying the ground rules, making it clear to Dex what she will and won’t stand in this relationship. That’s an awkward conversation to have but Em doesn’t hesitate and makes sure he knows from the get go what she expects and deserves. The writers are constantly showing us ‘Em doesn’t run from uncomfortable feelings’.

And then the tragic twist of fate: Emma is gone and Dexter finally has to learn to live with emotional discomfort. He can’t keep running because there is no escaping this, not like he did with his mum. Like he says to Imaginary-Emma ‘why would time change anything’. He is going to feel like this forever, there is no escaping it. Finally he is learning to face it, manage it, and work through it.

Of course Emma is far more than a literally device and is her own layered and well established character. But in this regard for Dex it’s almost as if she’s the final lesson for him to work through to grow up enough so he can eventually choose to return to the place they met.

And it could even come across as a reward for him; in learning to live with those difficult emotions, his reward is being able to remember Emma fondly, and to return to the place they met to seek out those memories. The memories are bittersweet, but now he remembers Emma as she was and not how she never got to be.

Like his dad said, he is eventually able to ‘live [his] life as if she were still here’ but in order to do that he first had to accept that she was gone.

[toothachepng]

Kiss me Animal

This has been in my drafts way too long with me very slowly updating it. I haven't written in a long time and this is honestly super self indulgent. I just need more plus size readers with Brian in my life

Warnings- Reader is described to have tits and cunt and is called pretty girl. P in V, praise kink, Brian definitely being ooc and a simp for soft chubby girls, fight me. I think that's it, I tried to make it friendly for all the plus sized girlies to read so if I missed any warnings or unfriendlies just lemme know :3

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It'd been a long day

A really long fucking day, anything that could have went wrong absolutely did. Brian sighed as he kicked off his boots, the soles making a heavy thunk as they hit the wooden floor. He flopped back onto their old couch, arms resting on top of it as his head leaned back. A hand wiped down over his face as he let out a groan recalling all the events that had occurred today.

It was supposed to be a simple mission really, take out two people and wipe up any evidence the two had gathered. This sort of thing shouldn't have even required all three of them, and yet it was the messiest job they'd done in a long while. Tim triggered the back door alarm which could have worked in their favor if they had known where in the house the victims were, they didn't. A chair got taken to the back of Tim's head collectively knocking him out for a bit. Of all things Toby had to be threatened with was a blow torch, the fire of course freaking him out and causing him to stumble into Brian.

Another groan left the man as he shook his head, cringing at just how clumsy all three of them had been. Of course they did what needed to be done, but the drive back was tense as fuck with the other two being royally pissed off about how everything had gone down.

Brian was over the whole thing, wanting to just let it roll off his back and move on with his day. The blonde lazily sat up, throwing his hoodie off and onto a chair as he walked into the cabins little kitchenette. It was almost a surprise to see someone else there, forgetting for a quick moment that it wasn't just him and the other two men in the cabin anymore. He eyed you as you didn't seem to notice his presence, which wouldn't be the first time for Brian anyways. You'd been here for a few months, the operator unfortunately having taken a liking to you and directing you to their cabin of all areas.

Brian's eyes washed over your plump form, it looked like you had just rolled out of bed, hair unkempt and a loose t-shirt falling off your shoulder. His eyes went lower, a tight lil pair of black shorts were hugging your ass and chubby thighs. He hated those tiny little shorts, though you obviously seemed to love them since you wore them so God damn often. Maybe if you hadn't Brian would have talked to you more, no excuses for his mind or eyes to start wandering, though even he knew that was a lie. The man still couldn't hold conversation with you even when out doing work, and you wore cargo pants for fucks sake.

Brian looked off to the side, not wanting to be a creep as he cleared his throat to get your attention. It seemed like that was always his goal though, not wanting to appear as some sort of creep to you. It annoyed him to no end, he was the smooth talker out of their group, if they had to talk to a victim he was the first to go without a problem.

"Hey, how'd it go?". You didn't turn to face him as he walked up to the counter, pouring himself a mug of coffee. Glancing at your face, you almost looked annoyed with the slight pout and furrowed eyebrows.

"It uh, definitely could've gone better, the other two went out to go cool off from it actually". You looked over to him amused, sipping at your own mug with a nod, eyes slipping down him for a brief second before quickly looking away.

"You alright? Look like you been sleeping all day, and doesn't look like it was a good sleep". He let out a soft chuckle, at the grimace that came over your face with a shake of your head.

"Yeah I'm alright, though sleeping would've been much more accomplishing honestly". You sighed out while setting your mug in the sink. Brian raised an eyebrow at that, more accomplishing?

Watching you walk out of the kitchen, his eyes trailed down once again, before letting out a cough to himself and looking away.

This was usually how it went since you started staying with the three of them. Sure the two of you had held a few conversations late at night on the couch, but you just seemed to hold much longer talks with Tim and Toby, Tim of all people? Brian felt like he was honestly losing his touch. With a sigh he rolled onto his back, thick comforter shifting underneath him as he stared at the ceiling. His body shifted as his mind easily wandered to past images of your body, his hand going over his face at how easily worked up he seemed to be lately. Maybe he just needed a good fuck?

Though, when even was the last time he got laid? Too long apparantly as he groaned trying to remember before slipping a hand down his sweats. He let out a huff as he wrapped a fist around his half hard cock, immediately an image of those tiny black shorts coming to mind.

He swallowed thickly as he slowly pumped up and down, wetting his bottom lip as he imagined your soft thighs spilling out of fabric. How they dug into your flesh when you sat on the couch across from him. He loved how when you sat down the soft skin of your tummy bunched up over your hip and spilled out of whatever bottoms you had on. He let out a low groan, imagining how soft you'd feel against him, thumb running over the head of his cock, smearing the drip of precum over his member.

His head tilts back against the pillow, a soft wet slap being heard around the room. He let's out a grunt, imagining the jiggle of your ass as you ran in front of him, fuck if only co-

Knock, knock knock

Eyes snapped open at the light rap on his door, an annoyed low grunt leaving him as he tucked himself back into his sweats. Trudging to the door and opening it, about to give whoever it was a fuck off.

"H-hey, um sorry I know it's late."

The annoyed look on Brian's face quickly fell, suddenly aware of how his sweats hugged around his crotch he leaned himself away from the door frame as best as he could.

"Oh no don't worry about it, I wasn't asleep anyways. Did you need something?" He smiled down at you as calmly as he could trying to appear as relaxed as he could. He scanned your body as quickly as he could, fuck you had another pair of those damn shorts? Another color but it didn't matter, you were at his door in those tight lil things with a snug tank top on. He gulped slightly as he watched your chest rise and fall, watching how your flesh threatened to spill out over the fabric. How it hugged your soft sides and hips and waist and holy fuck he could see your hard nipples clearly through it.

"You have a bad staring problem, yknow that Brian?."

Hazel eyes snapped back up to your face that held a small smile. Brian felt his face heat up as he coughed into his fist.

"Fuck sorry, could you repeat yourself? Maybe I'm more tired than I thought". Playing it off with a chuckle as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, stepping closer to him and into the door frame.

"I'm not that oblivious, you know that right?" Your hand came up to rest on his chest with a playful smile. Brian had to stare at you for a few seconds, feeling the warmth of your hand on his bare skin had his head reeling.

The next few moments were a blur of you getting tugged into the bedroom, big hands gripping at the soft flesh on your hips. Your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into a kiss had Brian almost melting, pushing you against his door as he felt you up. Surprised as soft lips moved against his own excitedly.

It felt like Brian couldn't touch enough of you, wanting more of your soft flesh to squish between his fingers. A low groan left him as you tugged at his bottom lip, his hand pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hips. A shudder went through him as you ground yourself against his lap.

Lips trailed down your soft jaw and neck, his hands going lower to squeeze at your ass while he sucked just above your collar. The soft whimpers leaving your parted lips every time he sucked on your skin had him grinding himself back against you.

"Fuck pretty girl, don't know how long I've wanted to feel you like this." He pulled away from your marked neck. A hand was brought up to your face and he let out an amused hum at the warmth coming from your cheeks. You let out a little pant before smiling at him.

"I should've shown up at your door late at night a lot sooner then huh? I guess I just didn't ever wanna interrupt your lil one on one times with yourself." You had a sly smile as you scrunched your nose up at him. Brian dropped his head with a slight chuckle, quickly gripping your other thigh and hoisting you up. He let out a laugh at the the yelp that came out of you.

"What a fucking tease, you knew all this time and didn't even wanna help a guy out? Maybe I should just leave you high and dry tonight then." He gave you a serious stare but it was a fucking lie. There was no way Brian was gonna choose not to sink into your soft form and watch you come undone. Annoyingly you seemed to already know that as you smiled at him.

"Just take me to the bed already, we both know thats not happening".

Brian could have said something sarcastic but did as told anyway, sitting on the edge of the bed so you were perched on his lap all pretty. His hands couldn't help but find place on your soft hips, thick fingers sinking into the doughy skin. His fingers found the fabric of your shorts, tugging them down and off of you, a small smirk forming on his lips at the sight of the pretty little thong you had on underneath.

You rested your hands on his chest, gliding them up and down the bare skin before dragging down to the top of his sweatpants.

Brian had to hold back a groan as you shifted against him. A sigh leaving him as you held onto his shoulders, his own hands tugging you closer as you ground into him. Half lidded eyes glanced up to your face, lips parted and your eyes downcast as you watched yourself move against him.

He felt like he was a in a haze as he watched you, hands gripping onto you like they never wanted to let go. He brought a hand up to your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss your lips. Brian guided your hand back to his sweats, letting you tug them down to let his cock out. A sigh left him through his nose as you got right back to grinding against him, his cock catching on your damp panties every so often. A low chuckle goes through his chest at the sound of your whines, reaching a finger down to tug your panties aside. Rough hands gripped tightly onto your hips, beginning to guide your movements as his cock slid back and forth between your wet folds, the tip of his cock bumping against your clit every so often.

You found yourself on your back suddenly, head sinking down into a pillow as you blinked up at the blonde. It almost seemed predatory how he hovered over you, flushed lips panting as his eyes raked over your form. His hand almost smacks down onto your thigh with how rough he grips it, watching the fat squeeze through his fingers before moving your thighs apart and moving himself inbetween them.

Brian gulped as he watched your chest rise and fall underneath him, the way you looked laying there had his head racing with too many scenarios of everything he wanted to do to you.

"Please?". Just one word had him almost losing it, he'd imagined himself teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore countless times, but right now he couldn't seem to find the patience. Brian has to almost hold back a groan as he grips his cock, pushing it against your wet hole a few times before finally sinking in. The whine that leaves you has him huffing out a laugh as he catches his breath, grip tight on your hips as he lets you adjust.

It's truly a sight to see for Brian, thighs spread open around him, tank top bunched up on top of your soft tummy, the fabric stretched to the side and letting your tits almost spill out. He watched as your hands came up to paw at his chest, a lopsided grin forming on his lips as you mouthed his name. He didn't need anymore than that to start quickly putting into you, a grunt and a pant leaving him every few thrusts.

"Feel so soft under me pretty girl, fuck, just like I imagined." Rough hands squeezed at your thighs and hips, trailing up to your tummy despite the whines leaving you.

"Really don't understand how many times I've thought about fucking this soft cunt, so fuckin warm and tight and so god damn wet. Do you hear the filthy sounds your little cunt is making for me?." One of his hands left your thighs, coming up to grip your jaw in his hand so you could look up at him, smiling down at you like the cocky fuck he is. It felt like words were stuck in the back of your throat as he fucked you, your mouth opening a few times but no more than a moan leaving you. He grins with a harsh pant, hand leaving your jaw as it reaches down to suddenly tug at your nipple, a yelp leaving you.

"Oh I knew you could still talk, come on pumpkin, wanna hear you. Gotta use your big girl words for me."

The way he was talking to you was certainly doing something to you, talking in that sweet loving tone, his words drawn out, and yet it felt like he was mocking you. A louder moan leaves you as he moves to grip one of your thighs, holding it up against his hip so he can fuck into you deeper.

"Come on, tell me how it feels won't you baby?."

Fast pants and whimpers are leaving you before you can finally get your words to work. "S'feels good! Feels good Brian!."

He can't help but almost laugh at how whiny it comes out, rutting into you faster as he leans down against you.

"Aw atta girl, I knew you could do it pumpkin." The whine that leaves you before hiding your face into his shoulder is enough to make him finally laugh. Still gripping onto your thigh he slows down his pace, feeling himself getting worked up just a little too fast. He leans down just a bit more next to your ear, breathy voice the only other thing you can focus on other than his cock.

"You like when I call you sweet lil names huh sweetheart? Can't hide it with the cute sounds you make everytime I call you something. Is that all I need to do to get you to listen and talk to me hm? Call you baby, pumpkin or tell you just how good you are for me?."

Brian was really just rambling at this point, the slow drag of his cock slipping in and out of your warm cunt had his head feeling hazy. He was barely registering the way your nails slowly dug into his shoulders the more he talked.

"Don't worry baby, you can be my good girl every night." Finally leaning back up, he holds your cheek in his hand, taking a deep breath as he picks his pace back up again. He watches tears well up in your eyes, how warm your cheek is against his hand from embarrassment was going straight to his cock. His lips were on yours suddenly, the kiss messy and wet with drool seeping down your lips. Eyes were half lidded, watching the other before Brian pulled away, thumb coming up to swipe the drool back into your mouth. A heavy pant left him as he sunk his thumb into your mouth, resting it on your tongue as he groaned. He kept it there as his thrusts became short and quick.

"Need to feel you cum around me pretty girl, wanna watch you make a complete mess of yourself." Fingers slipped down in-between the both of you, two fingers coming down to your clit and rubbing in slow small circles. The arch in your back had him speeding up his fingers, grin never leaving his face as he watched your eyes screw shut.

"Fu-fuck, I-."

"Go ahead sweetheart, lemme feel you." Just one more sweet little name was all you needed apparently as you let out a whiny moan, thighs shuddering in his grasp. Both hands came to grip your waist as he grunted, quick curses leaving him before he was spilling into you.

Your hand ran over your forehead and layed above you as you panted, staring up at the ceiling as you listened to the blonde pant beside you. You glanced over at him, arm laying over his chest as he seemed to also be in a daze. Watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed before glancing over at you too. The boyish smile that formed on his lips was enough for you as you smiled back.

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Comments super appreciated cause I really wanna get back into writing, especially for marble hornets. Also yes this is set in an AU where they work for the operator, I'm sorry but it's easy and I'm dumb for them

[pupyuj]

milan yujin looks so hot sexy and everything it drives my mind into an overide like SHE LOOKS SO MOMM- [GUNSHOTS] anyway ahem need to comPOSE myself before i actually go crazy she looks like shes gna step on me but....i mean just a thought but what if she wanted us to step on h- [ANOTHER GUNSHOT]

🪿🪿

varsity yuj, either way yuj, milan yuj, and love dive yuj are MY four horsemen of the apocalypse okay I DO NOT PLAY ABOUT THEM and milan yujin.......... i need her in so many ways....... anyways here's some food—

i know milan yuj is very mommy core yes BUT WALK WITH ME... her going to those events looking expensive and sexy but then coming home to you and immediately turns back into your cute, starry-eyed, lovesick puppy girlfriend?? in truth, these events only exhaust her... so she quickly melts into your arms when you caress her hair and tell her that did a good job... that's all she needs to hear to completely submit to you 🤭💞

fr moves like a puppy tho bcs as soon as you pamper her, yujin would be all over you! following you around, being so clingy, kissing you everywhere, never being able to take her hands off of you... see, on days like this, yujin would try to annoy you to get fucked roughly and blow off some steam but she wanted to be babied that day 🥺 cuddling to your side while you're both sat on the couch, hugging your arm against her chest and tugging you ever now and again bcs you were in a phone call with a friend and she hated it sm 💔 she missed you! you two were supposed to have quality time together!

"babe," yujinnie would whine :(( looking up at your with her glossy eyes and small pout, she's the cutest! "please?" and she suddenly has your only free hand on her boob?? but you were never one to be swayed easily so you’d ignore her… but then she’s sitting on your lap, hugging you and grinding on your thigh like a needy pup 🥺🥺 “please… i missed you so much.” she’d say in your ear and really that was all you’ll need to end the call and indulge in whatever yujinnie wanted 🥰

yujin loves to put on this cool and charming leader act to show everybody that she’s capable of being responsible and she is! but you like it better when she lets loose ☺️ ‘lets loose’ as in having her leader persona completely crumble as she rides your fingers desperately for hours on end 🤭 and ykw yujin’s annoying ass definitely calls you ‘mommy’ for shits and giggles on a normal, non-horny day but if she’s feeling needy enough you’ll pull a couple of those out of her while fucking her… and it sounds way too good in your ears that you wouldn’t want to stop until she’s a mess 😵‍💫

“mmhn..! m-mommy, more please… i love you, mommy…” she knows all the right things to say to rile you up 🤭🤭 yujin loves staring at you while you fuck her… loves that dark look in your eyes that only makes her more aroused that she should… and she’d take whatever you give her for however long you want her to! 🥺 not at all resisting or asking to stop bcs a thing she loves more than looking hot and in charge is being taken care of by her lovely gf 🤤

[beansricejc]

"need him to pull me forcefully onto his lap and ask me where the fuck i think i’m going."

john wick x f!reader ICYMI! note: due to a bit of goofy formatting on my part, this is a reupload from 10/2023. i wasn't able to see any sort of interaction with my one-shot, so if you haven't read it, here it is! pls lmk what you think of my 100 day old baby :') warnings: voyeurism, brief drug use, dubcon(?), exhibitionism, cursing, mean name calling, slut shaming, not proof read!

need him to pull me forcefully onto his lap and ask me where the fuck i think i’m going. - yandere-chan

you don’t ever go to clubs, the only reason why you’re actually here is for a friend’s birthday party. the flashing lights and blaring music were intimidating to begin with, but after popping some sort of chocolate shroom candy, you’re having the time of your life. the way your body is feeling the rhythm of some sort of Billboard Top 100 remix, flowing with the hundreds of other dancers on the floor.

it’s the way your skirt hugs your thighs and ass as you dance is what gets his attention.

john’s here tonight celebrating an old friend’s bachelor party. he’s used to clubs like this. whether it’s for finishing a job or accompanying some sort of high level crime lord for a meeting, he’s quite immune to the vibration of the floor from the huge speakers. he’s unimpressed by the bottle girls that he’s seen come and go over the years, but if someone’s buying, he’ll indulge in a paid blowjob behind a curtain. after helen, he’s given up on romance.

but he’s not exactly known for actually enjoying his night as a regular patron. john’s four whiskeys in, definitely feeling the buzz as his legs are a bit more loose than he’s used to. he’s not on a job. not on duty. fuck it, might as well have fun. this is what he tells himself as he’s nose deep in a line of white powder on a table, his fellow bachelor party members cheering him on in a rowdy manner. the groom himself is getting a lap dance from a bottle girl in their booth behind the curtain, and john takes the opportunity to snap a quick picture of it, just for shits and giggles.

john doesn’t exactly remember how it happened, he just remembers that the woman that he was ogling on the dance floor was now being led behind his group’s curtain. of course this was you, along with a handful of your friends who were also very pretty in their own way. it seemed like the best man of the bachelor party had taken a liking to the birthday girl of your group, and you tagged along for the ride.

he can’t seem to pry his eyes from you. the way you fidget with your soft fingers while your dilated eyes roam across the back room. the way you smile and chat with his buddies as your friends introduce you, john can smell that you’re out of your element. he’s a master at reading body language, it’s part of his job actually. all signs are pointing to that you are quite inebriated, and are clearly not a party girl, despite the fairly convincing front you have on.

you smile politely as you shift your legs. you don’t know why your best friend even followed that guy back here, sometimes you want to smack her for being so stupid. but you’ll smile and bare it for now.

“and this is our buddy, john.” the best man gestures over towards the assassin. of course you don’t know of his profession yet. your shaky eyes drift to his position on the couch. the well dressed middle aged man’s eyes are stuck on you, the way that black skirt looks has him struggling to keep his composure. but he’s a professional, even if he’s not on the job. john has seen and been with his fair share of women.

now he’s picturing in his head of what he’d like to do to you. nothing exactly romantic or gentleman like.

if it weren’t for his own morals, he’d probably stand up and grab you by your pretty little neck. make you gasp for air and tremble under his touch and looming height. john has killed dozens in a single blink of an eye, man handling you and throwing you over the table wouldn’t be an issue. maybe you’d yelp at the feeling of your body being forced down by the dangerous man. maybe you’d even like it. john’s calloused and bruised hands would immediately hike that black skirt up, just to show off your beautifully crafted ass to the entire group of men, and even your friends. maybe you’d plead for him to stop, maybe you’d beg for him to keep going. who knows, perhaps you were a little slut that liked the thought of this happening.

john imagines how the fat of your thighs and ass would feel in his death grip. the strong hold that has strangled the soul’s out of countless adversaries, now grabbing and pawing at your fleshy thighs before giving you a hard and swift smack on your poor rear. he wonders if you’d struggle or if you’d bite your lip and arch your back. he doesn’t know which response he’d like more.

“it’s nice to meet you.” was the sentence that sucked him out of his head, along with a little smile and wave of your manicured fingers. he notices the polish. a deep burgundy, a vampy color that goes well with the season. so you’re fashionable. he could already tell with the cute outfit that you were donning, but this confirms it. john can appreciate a woman who takes care of herself.

but now there’s an image of those pretty fingers gripping his hard cock, wrapping around the width of his shaft and dragging up and down while a glob of saliva from your plump lips dribbles onto the head. the thought of you licking your lips as your small hand jerks him off, your bare knees earning gorgeous blue and purple bruises from scraping on the marble floor as you do your job oh so well. maybe your teeth would dig into your bottom lip as your eyes would blink up at him, giggling as he moaned out your name.

“come here often?” is what john asks you in return. your head turns to him again and tilts to the side, you didn’t expect the silent and brooding one of the group to ask you a question from the comfort of the velvet couch.

you chuckle and shake your head.

“not at all, actually. it’s my first time here.” you admit, shrugging your well defined shoulders while you peer at him from across the vip booth. you’re still standing in those uncomfortable looking heels, john notes that there are no bruises on your knees. maybe he can change that.

john smiles slightly at your honesty. the way his mouth upturns as his strong looking hands run through his slick back dark hair make your stomach church. you internally curse at yourself, you’ve already had your heart broken by so many men before, and you wouldn’t let this one even get close to trying.

or so you thought.

john’s brown eyes look to your uncomfortable looking feet again, and he situated himself so he’s not totally man spreading on the red couch. his hand then taps the space next to him on the cushion.

“those don’t exactly look pleasant to stand in.” john nods his head towards your heels. you blink in surprise, peering down at your own feet that have been killing you this entire time. so you chuckle and shake your head.

“yeah, doctor scholl probably doesn’t approve of these.” you retort, making john laugh at loud at your statement. you join him on the couch as he’s still chuckling at your expression.

“you’re funny.” john comments, silently noticing the way that damn black skirt rides up your thighs so deliciously as your legs cross. he realizes he’s been caught when those fingers of yours snap in his face, reverting his attention back to your face. john’s face goes a bit red when he sees the scowl you’re giving him, along with a little eye roll.

“oh i’m sure you say that to every woman you want to stick yourself into.” you tell him, there’s a silent agreement between you two that he’s been checking you out this entire time.

john’s shocked by your snarky statement though. he didn’t think he was being that obvious, but on second thought maybe he was. dammit, he was trying to be a smooth criminal with you, only to end up looking like a pervert.

“you sure are confident in yourself, huh?” he sarcastically says back to you. “trust me honey, if I wanted you, you’d know.” he’s forcing himself not to bite his lip at the scent of your perfume, some sort of vanilla cookie type of smell that was lingering in the air between you two. it was going to drive him crazy.

while he says this, you’re busy applying another layer of lip gloss in your compact mirror. John’s breath hitched at the sight of your lips rubbing together to make sure the coat is even, the shimmer on them making his pants a bit tighter.

he wonders how that lip gloss would look on his hard cock as your mouth wraps around his head. maybe that color would look good against his shaft from you placing delicate kisses against the veins of his length. the thought of your pink tongue swirling around his throbbing tip before taking his entire cock down your throat, his hand grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing your face down just a little bit deeper than you’re comfortable with just to assert his dominance over you.

it’s all making his toes curl in his leather oxfords.

he soon noticed that your delicate fingernails, the vampy colored tips, were dragging along the bulge in his pants. his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he grips the leather couch cushion, not daring to making a sudden move. apparently you are much bolder than you made yourself out to be.

oh what he would do to put your in your place. to wipe that shit eating grin off your beautiful face. to whip out his cock and think back to when he hypothetically had you bent over the table for all of his and your friends to see. ripping whatever colored panties you had on, off, and tossing them to the side. one hand firmly shoving your head into the table, another lining up the tip of his dick with your entrance, before mercilessly pounding into your cunt. punishing you for even daring to speak to him in such a manner, in front of his buddies no less. maybe his friends would cheer him on, a few taking out their phones to take a video of it. maybe your friends would be slightly turned on by the roughness and lack of decency john is showing to you. even the thought of your cunt squeezing around his length and cumming from his despicable act might make him burst.

“yeah? you like that? fucking whore.” he’d say to you as he would pin your arms behind your back, giving you another hard slap on your ass. you’d let out a moan and a grunt from the roughness of it all. “tell me you fucking love it, be a good girl for me, come on.” john would growl in your ear, the positioning of him reaching that far would force his cock to be all the way inside of your pussy. the sudden feeling would make you gasp and cry, tears rolling down your makeup covered cheeks as you babbled about how much you loved it.

john suddenly feels the lack of touch on his erection, looking up from his daydream.

“come on dude, we’re all getting shots and then going on the dance floor.” the groom of john’s party calls to him, his group laughs at john’s lack of awareness as most of the crowd exits the vip booth from behind the curtains.

you’re the last to stand up, grabbing your purse and smoothing out your skirt before you joined the rest. you believe you’ve won this round of teasing with this complete stranger.

oh how wrong you are.

a surprised squeak escaped your glossy lips as you feel john’s strong hands grip your hips and waist. his nails dug hard through your clothing, using those unstable high heels to his advantage. your balance in those was subpar at best anyways, and now, he could easily snatch you up, even from where he was sitting.

“h-hey!” you squeal, john could fucking care less. your ass falls straight into his lap, with you immediately feeling how hard his cock is, and how wonderful it feels against your throbbing pussy. even if you did have underwear on, it didn’t matter. sitting on him was definitely going to leave a wet spot.

john gives you a dark and satisfied grin, leaning towards your ear with his hands beginning to hike up your skirt. your heart pounded as he was getting ready to have his way with your poor body.

“where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

[cookie-crumblr]

GN!READER x 3 YANDERE OC’s

thinking about how Enix, Lucy and Issac would be the first three of my OC’s to cut our legs off if we disobeyed them or tried to run away an i MMMMMMMMMM

CW: GN! Reader, no body descriptions for reader, dismemberment of reader, reader referred to as they/them, murder, drugging, vomit(non descriptive dw), spoilers for lucky, permanent body mutilation, non con, p in whatever hole you have, somno(in Enix’s part), reader has hair in lucy’s part mentioned (not described) Not proof read!

!!MINORS DNI!!

Enix~

When you first awoke in shackles, you couldn’t imagine staying! this guy that you had once thought was just a shy nerd, turning out to be a psychopath to this extent!? You can’t!

You think of a plan to escape as soon as you can.

He let you loose after a while. you promised you’d be good, schmoozed up to him too, pretending nothing had changed. And he believed you.

You ran the first chance you got. A neighbor saw you running in your underwear and hurried you inside. You asked to call the police, she rushed to find her phone.

But too soon after, Enix busts through her front door.

He has a pair of hedge trimmers in his hand… You tried to run but you were frozen solid watching him beat the old woman to death with them. You tried to tear yourself away from the gorey scene unfolding, you tried to run, but he caught you.

“Butterflyyyy~ Looks like Ill have to rip off your wings after all…” He holds you tightly in his grasp, his tall body fully encasing you. “I really didn’t want to”

He injects you with something as he’s holding you, and you feel your body grow suddenly so heavy and your vision fades.

Now he’s looking over your precious, sleeping form, you are even easier to watch and protect! and he can’t help but love how dependent you’ll be on him from now on.

His dick throbs.

You’re so perfect, even just sleeping under anesthesia. He lifts your stumps and gently feels his work… He shouldn’t. He stops himself. Not yet anyway, he wouldn’t want to injure you while you’re in a serious recovery phase.

But soon, he’ll definitely put you back under to fully enjoy what he’s done.

Upon waking you feel terrified… Something is so very wrong! you can’t move your legs! You shoot up into a sitting position, and see the reason…

You vomit over the edge of the bed.

Your legs are gone.

(He definitely mounts them on the wall in the bedroom with a little plaque and everything like they’re one of his prized specimens)

Lucy~

You’ve disobeyed her too many times recently, you’ve ran and hid yourself inside the forbidden red doored room.

You didn’t anticipate how obsessed with you she turned out to be.

The room is completely filled in every corner with something that has to do with you. Pictures and posters of you cover the walls, they look professionally taken. The shelves are filled with photo albums, journals detailing your days and old documents. Some have your thrown out med bottles, vials of what you can only assume is cum in some and blood in the others…. You shiver. You don’t want to keep looking, but it’s all around you.

There’s what looks like some kind of Alter at the front and center of the room.

You find it hard to breathe in here…

You think you might get sick if you stay too long.

There are two windows that don’t have screens on either side of the alter. You dash to one of them and try it, luckily, it slides right open.

“Where are they!?” She screeches. You hear her heels clicking against the wood down the hall. “Find them.”

You escape down a trellis covered in blue morning glories, and run into the gardens.

All too soon you’re being tackled to the grass, as one of Lucy’s guards finds you.

Lucy walks out next, taking her time to get to you, building up even more of your tremendous anxiety. Your heart is thumping in your throat, you can see each beat pulsing in your vision. You’ve never seen her so mad!

The guard holds you down obediently.

She’s got an axe.

“You don’t need both of your legs, right Y/N?” She stands over you.

“Wh-what??”

“Hold them still.” She says to the guard.

“Lu-Lucy!?”

She brings down the axe onto your thigh, a harsh, heavy pain bursts through you and you scream out. Your bone definitely snapped but she wasn’t strong enough to take off your leg in one clean hit….

She brings it down a second time, missing the same spot and just causing you more blinding pain, you scream until you’re coughing and almost vomiting.

“LUCY!!! STOP!!!!” You beg and plead but she looks wildly ecstatic as she brutally mutilates your body.

Again the axe comes down finally separating your leg from your body. the pain is immense and your blood soaks the garden bed. You’re so dizzy and you feel sick, you’re writhing and sobbing just glad the worst is over.

“Call the doctor. And a taxidermist.” She licks your blood off of the axe before she throws it and picks up her dress instead, and steps over you. Her body falls over yours, cradling your face in her arms as she now sits on your midsection. You’re fading in and out of consciousness and weakly try to do anything, but the pain is overwhelming.

“Aw… You’re so cute Y/N, I can’t stay mad at you~!” She pets you and wipes some sweat slicked hair off of your forehead.

Her soft lips come down to yours, you barely register the sensation. As you’re fading you feel her rocking her hips on you.

(She def keeps them in her worship room)

Issac~

“This is necessary, Y/N!”

“NO ISSAC PLEASE!!!!!” You threaten to rip your vocal cords with how loud you’re screaming!

He brings the hacksaw to your thigh, right under your cheek. You feel the rough metal touch you and flail wildly.

You’re on your stomach so you thankfully don’t have to watch…

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!” You repeat over and over, snot and tears staining your face.

“I hate to do this to you i swear! But you’ve made me! we told you not to run!!”

“I WONT I WONT I SWEAR I WONT!!!”

“We already gave you that chance.” He states coldly.

The metal touches your flesh once more, but this time he slides it across with pressure enough to cut right down to your bone. You feel the vibrations against the solid part of your body and shiver. The pain is intense and you don’t recognize the voice coming out of you anymore.

You writhe and curl into yourself against the concrete while he pushes the saw back over you, and then again.

The pain doesn’t stop when he stops cutting.

It’s the most intense thing you’ve ever felt.

You’re biting your lip and groaning and wailing when he puts it in you.

“What!!” You cant wrap your head around what’s happening! He’s entering you, while your bleeding out from your thigh!

He spreads your legs wider, you hear him sloshing around in the puddle of your blood.

He fully shoves himself inside you without regard, he can’t help himself every time that you’re completely at his mercy.

You’re all out of wailing at this point, you’re throat is too dry and torn. Your vision is filling with black spots and you feel terrified. All you feel is the throbbing numbness of where your leg used to be, and his huge dick slowly stroking your insides.

You feel the familiar sweat inducing sensation of a saw blade against your other thigh now, You can’t even scream anymore or beg him to stop, you just feel your skin start to be torn open all over again and pass out.

He cums inside you and it spills out around his length mixing into your blood puddle.

[nerdieforpedro]

The Lake Between Us - Part One

The Nurse who's frayed at the seams

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Nickname Moonbeam - has a name in later parts)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 868

Warnings: insomnia, alcohol use, anxiety, mutual voyeurism, brief mentions of death, cancer and post-mortem care

Notes: My first series with Ezra! It's been fun writing this and therapeutic for me. I envision the setting to be on a bayou in Louisiana with the weeping willows and slow waters. Plus I wanted Ezra to have an air boat. ☺️ I'm not sorry for anything.

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series

It’s fine during the day, the rapid fire and thinking quickly on your feet. It’s what makes you good at what you do. Able to keep so many details straight while answering questions about six patients and more if you’re keeping an eye out on another nurse’s assignment while they’re at lunch.

It’s why it bothers you so much. You’ve taken your medications. Stopped looking at your phone an hour before bed. The room was pitch black before bed and the white noise machine was going. You even took your shower earlier than normal because apparently a nice warm shower doesn’t promote sleep according to the experts. You personally found warm water relaxing, isn’t that why tea is good before bed?

One of them needs to come to your house and see why you’re not sleeping.

It’s three a.m. You’ve at least gotten five hours of sleep. Enough to function. You’re awake in this darkness though and you’re well acquainted with it. There’s one thing you can do that will at least relax you now. You’ve done it the last few weeks despite all these changes to your sleep hygiene and routine. 

Your legs are over the side of the bed and carry you to your back door where your yellow crocs are. It’s off the back of the kitchen so you grab some rum and mango juice. A chair you bought when you went to an antiques show with some friends sits on your back porch and you plop down. It rocks and that helps your nerves slightly. Your large thighs press into the sides of the rocking chair but not painfully. The periwinkle sleep shorts you have are matched by the camisole that has bunched up at the bottom exposing the pooch of your stomach.

The crickets are loud and there are even some lightning bugs about dotting around the tall grass that surrounds the lake in the middle of your backyard. The lake is connected to an estuary that your neighbor across the way often drives his airboat off in. Thankfully the water is at least slow moving to it only attracts but so many bugs, but that’s also why you’ve taken to lighting a lavender eucalyptus candle when you come outside on the porch. Ironic considering the very same scent that keeps various insects away is supposed to lull you to sleep and it does not. You’ve never met the man. Only seen him on his back porch.

You know very little about him, not even his name. He’s at least your age, if not older. Tall and broad with sun-kissed skin from working during the daylight hours you assume or it could be his natural skin tone. His hair is brown except for a gray or blonde patch in the front. From what you’ve seen, he has a patchy beard that could have gray or more blonde and a wicked smile. It’s then that he emerges from his abode the same as you. He has something to drink as well. Usually he’s wearing a t-shirt or tank top but it’s balmy this morning so he’s shirtless in some loose shorts. You’re not sure if they’re for sleep or lounging. There looks to be some definition to his chest as he takes in the night air. He looks up after pouring himself a glass of something that might be brown, it’s hard to see from here and it’s dark. The man’s limbs are weighted down like yours are. Could his thoughts be running a mile a minute as well? What would lead him to be on his porch too? Is he alone like you? Shouldn’t he have someone warming his bed? Given how he looks from here, he shouldn’t have any issue in that department. Maybe it’s by choice, but why would he choose to? Divorced? Separated? Recent break-up? Maybe a fight with someone and they’re letting each other stew…

Planning different scenarios for the day, reviewing what you’ve seen, the care you’ve provided the people you encountered. Today you discharged a patient home, consulted one where the doctor sort of explained that they have cancer but it didn’t really sink in and assisted with post-mortem care because you were the nurse with the most experience on the unit. The rest were new grads, bless them but they really needed to remove teaching care plans and expand on communication, psych and discussions with biases surrounding death. Maybe you should email the state board, do they even check their email? They had to, right? They’re a government body, but are they gonna do anything with it? Your mind has spun again in that short time. 

The lack of restful sleep is having the same encumbering effect on the pair of you. Fatigued bodies to match your brains. 

His glass raises and he nods in your direction. You do the same. Then you both drain your glasses and refill them. No words are exchanged. The sounds of water, insects, and a light breeze fill the void where speech would be. Normally these sounds are what lull most people to sleep in Louisiana, but not you nor him.

A toast to another night of sleep lost.

Part Two

[livwritesstuff]

I love your parenting series! I know Steve and Eddie lied to the girls about smoking but I imagine they have a picture of them from when they were dating and they’re holding cigs in the pictures and the girls are like “you did smoke! See!” And Steve’s trying to come up with an excuse

HA this is so great

So here’s the thing – the girls had already seen photo evidence of their dads smoking. They just don’t remember because they’d been little at the time.

Steve had just told them that their dad used to have long hair when he was a teenager, and, of course, they’d demanded proof, so Steve produced for them a very old picture, probably taken not too long after Eddie had been released from the hospital in '86. Nancy had taken the picture, he's pretty sure, and in it, Robin is standing on her toes, her arms around Steve and Eddie's shoulders. Steve is grinning at the camera, a cigarette hanging loosely from his fingers while Robin and Eddie glare at each other for a reason Steve could no longer recall, and, indeed, his hair is still long and wild.

While Robbie is giggling at her dad’s long hair, Moe leans closer to the picture.

Moe, pointing to Steve’s cigarette: What’s that?

Steve and Ed hadn’t exactly discussed how they’d broach those subjects with their daughters just yet (and Moe is only 8, practically a baby, in Steve’s opinion, and he’s definitely not ready to think about her drinking and smoking and sneaking out and all that teenager shit), so he immediately swipes the photo away, replacing it with another one for the girls to laugh at and then he goes through all their old photos and pulls out the more questionable ones to buy himself and Eddie some time to figure things out. 

Years later, when Moe is 19 or 20, she’s hanging out with her dad and going through a box of old photos she’s never seen before when she comes across that picture Steve had shown her and Robbie when they were little.

Moe looks at the photo, looks at her dads and her Auntie Robin when they were the same age she is now, looks at their young faces and ponders these versions of them that she never got to know.

And then she looks closer.

Moe: Oh, you were so full of shit!

Steve:

Steve: Excuse me?

Moe: You and Dad always said you never smoked a day in your life.

Moe: What the fuck is that, Pop?

She points to the cigarette in Steve's hand.

Cue Steve spluttering about how things were different in the 80s and how nobody knew how bad they were at the time and how he and Eddie had basically quit at that point, his excuses falling on mostly deaf ears.

[niphredil-14]

Hihi Renza! :D

I was wondering if I could maybe request some tmnt if that's ok! I was wondering if maybe you'd be comfortable writing a headcanon for the 2012 turtles finding out reader's secret of having an otome game obsession (me) ><

I was just kinda wondering what thier reactions would be to like...the honest to goodness library of otome routes both of us have read at some point in time! ><

Hope that's ok! No pressure to write at all! This is only if you're comfortable with it!

Hope you're having the loveliest day, and getting plenty of rest, and receiving some warm happy hugs!!!

Girl I am so sorry that this has taken me so long to get to!

Leonardo:

Leonardo has definitely dabbled in otome games, although I don't see him as having played a whole lot of them. I could see him being a huge fan of Ikemen Sengoku, though. His favorite IkeSen suitor would probably either be Hideyoshi or Sasuke, no you cannot convince me otherwise. I think he would have a loose-liking of Nobunaga but mostly just because he kinda gives Karai vibes (i do not ship Leo/Karai). I can kinda see him kinning Hideyoshi and admiring Sasuke, being more attracted to Nobu. Leo may be taken sightly aback if he realizes just how many otome games you've played. I don't think he would judge you, though. In fact, he might find it fun to play some of the routes with you and share thoughts, almost like an otome version of a book club. I giggle at the though of playing IkeVamp Leo's route and talking to TMNT Leo about IkeVamp Leo (his almost-namesake) and just how they're so different lmao. I NEED TO HEAR HIM VOICE AN OTOME MAN, HAVE YOU HEARD HIM SPEAK??? HE'S GOT THE PERF VOICE

Raphael:

As much as I hc Raph to be such a (secret) sucker for romance media, I feel like he wouldn't really understand or be interested in otome games. He wouldn't seriously judge, but he would tease you for playing so many. He'd joke, saying that you probably like your anime boyfriends more than him, but I think deep down that he would really want the reassurance. If he was gonna like any otome game, it would have to be one here the MC falls in love with a "monster," be that a literal one, in the sense of them just not being human (Like IkeVamp) or in the sense of the LI just having irredeemable qualities/being aggressive/being evil, I think that's the only kind he could really get behind. Any kind of Beauty and the Beast type of story he looovesssss. Because of that I could see him enjoying Ikemen Prince (very lightly, he just likes the comparison to beauty and the beast), but if he were going to get attached to any otome game, it would be Ikemen Vampire. I think Theo would be his kin, and his crush.

Donatello:

No matter how many otome games you've played, I guarantee that this man has played more. And not just otome games, but really any dating sim. The FNaF Dating Sim will always (ironically, mostly because of nostalgia) have a place in his heart, but honestly, I kind of see him being a big fan of MLQC (Lucien is his favorite 100% sweetheart, but also evil scientist? What do you mean it's not Don?) No matter what game he plays, he always either falls for his kinnie, or a woman way out of his league lmao. Without fail. I think he would also be a fan of the Your Boyfriend Dating Sim. It scratches the immoral, fucked up, obsessive part of his brain (my boy just wants someone to love him as much as he loves them :c)

[justpearlysworld]

Good evening! I love your thoughts and mind, so beautiful!! I want to kiss your brain MUAH!

Have you considered Daddy Price x smol and sweet reader?

I know everyone says it, but Price is 100% daffiest daddy. This man would take care of his woman and kill anyone without hesitation is they so much as lay a finger on her! <3

absolutely:333 and thank you !!!!!!!!!! i would give you a hug and maybe some flowers if i could :3🐻‍❄️ note: i’ll probably do a part two to this one as well—🐻‍❄️🐻‍❄️

captain price w/hyperfem!reader

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★. at first, he was really nervous to approach you! he thought that he may have been a little too rough and gruff and he didn’t want to scare you off

★. laswell had assigned you to 141 as another sniper. you were small and soft spoken. you were also very quick and quiet, which made you a perfect candidate.

★. asides from being a great asset to the team, you were also very sweet! during the times that you did talk, you were just a ball of sunshine. you helped out with anything around the base, you were very polite, and well-mannered. price too this into account when wanted to make a move on you.

★. during one encounter, soap had pushed ghost a little too hard and ghost had hit you while you were walking back to your seat in the mess hall. you dropped your food and spilled some of it on yourself as well.

★. john saw this and rushed to your aid!!

“are you alright private? here, let me pick that up for you”

★. “oh dear, i’m sorry lieutenant! i should have watched where i was going, i’m so sorry.”

★ ghost glared at soap who had a flustered look on his face.

- “it’s alright private. mactavish should have watched where he was going.”

★. price sent flares up at the two of them and they walked away.

★. he helped you clean up and escorted you to the barracks so you could change your undershirt.

★. something that he always fell back in was this fierce protection over you. whether it be keeping a hand on your hip when you walk through crowded space, or putting your safety first during a mission.

★. asides from being protective of you, price is practically glued to your hip.

★. he’s constantly checking in on your wellbeing! you were smaller than the rest of them, he always made sure to ask if you were ok

★. after a few weeks of this continuous princess-knight dynamic, price has finally asked you out on a date

★. you accepted! you had always felt connected to him in a way that you couldn’t really put your finger on. he treated you like a princess and it made you so giggly and flustered

★. on your first date, he had taken you out to eat at a some-what fancy restaurant! you two talked and connected even deeper the whole night.

- “your dress is awfully cute; fit for a princess might I add?”

★. you laughed at his comments and shook your head.

- “thank you captain!”

-“john.”

-“hm?”

-“john, you can call me john from now on.”

★ you let your hands fall in the table and he gripped them, giving you a kiss.

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★. from that point on, he had become irresistible to you! you couldn’t not be around him

★. on base, you would always have your arms wrapped around his bicep and your side squished to his

★. during the debriefings, you always chose the seat closest to him! (if you had to option to sit in his lap you would)

★. whenever he would sign off in documents or just work on paperwork, you would sit in his office and babble cutely about your day

★. his favorite part about your guys relationship was how vulnerable you got with him. you could finally let loose and be soft and gentle (not that you weren’t already, but, you definitely had to ramp it up when you were on a mission)

★. you could allow yourself to lay in his lap pressed to his chest and gently coo in his ear

★. you loved him so much, how couldn’t you?!! you thought he was just the perfect man! you two fit together like puzzle pieces!

★. at the end of every night, before you two split off to sleep in your separate bunks, you lay with him. you let him pet your hair while you stayed snuggled up to his chest.

★. he would let his strong arms wrap around you protectively and he would whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

★. you two were truly a match made in heaven.

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Requests Are Open!

[muffinsin]

it's the head chambermaid reader x Bela anon here. Thank you for answering my request, I must have already read it like ten times (definitely more, but I lost count) with how good it is.

as a continuation of the story; after that one time, Bela keeps an eye on reader to be sure they are Also resting enough. They are pretty much constantly caring about each other, but never admitting to any feelings.

things change one day as reader finds Bela just straight up passed out on her desk. she had received more work from her mother and had decided to push her limits with a few nights in a row of sacrificing sleep to get it done. Absolute fussing ensues and Bela in her still sleep-deprived state blurts out she likes reader and asks reader to cuddle with her as she catches up in very needed sleep.

Starting to ship this so much!😚 (part 1 here)

Let’s see! :)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Days pass into weeks, weeks into a month

Each day, your care and admiration for Bela only grows

Each day, her care and admiration for you grows

She feels herself falling for you harder and harder, yet is too stubborn to admit it

Neither of you share your feelings, yet both notice the glances

The longing eyes as you meet her golden ones

The greedy hands sliding over skin as you massage one another

Bela eagerly awaits her short massage each day

She makes it a point to return the favor one day a week, in which she massages you until you fall asleep in her bed

She is always too flustered to join you, but never wakes you, barely even touches aside from the necessary touches for the massage

You don’t dare touch her further than this either- she is the eldest daughter of countess Dimitrescu, after all

Even as the grand chambermaid, she might have your head for touching her eldest and heiress

You can tell Bela enjoys your touch though. Often her fingers brush against yours when she takes her usual wine glass from you or hands you the bottle of massage oil

You ignore this, even as it makes your heart skip a beat

In turn, Bela ignores hearing your heart skip and your heartbeat quicken every time you are around her

All of this changes one day

Work is, dragging on

It’s a difficult time for the wine business, as it always is towards the end of the year, and works keep piling up more and more

The moment Bela finishes a task and attempts to move on to another, the next few are dumped on her

Still, she must finish them. She wants to, as soon as possible

So what are a few sleepless nights? She’s not human, instead infected by the cadou. Invincible to most things. Surely a little bit of sleep deprivation won’t hurt

Or at least, that’s the plan

But you notice how she reacts a little slower to your approach than usual on the first day

And how she eats by far less on the second

How bad the bags under her eyes get, betraying her exhaustion after three days without any rest whatsoever

How her body sways when she gets up sometimes and how her head falls forwards on the forth day

She doesn’t allow herself any breaks, even. Not even your massages anymore. She must finish her work

As such, you find her in a little bit of an unusual state one day

As normal, you intend to ask her about a massage

She has turned you down in the past days, but you still ask, hoping she will agree to a well deserved break one time

Instead, you find her with her head on her desk, papers under her smearing ink over her cheek, chin and temple

Her golden eyes are closed, her breath even. It seems sleep has forcefully taken what she thought she could evade

One hand dangles off the desk, the other rests on it next to her hand. Her pencil is still held loosely by her fingers

Cautiously, you set a hand on her shoulder

Her dress hangs onto her loosely, and betrays the coldness of her skin

She’s shivering, too. You were too distracted by her lack of eating today to re-light the fireplace for her

Carefully, you squeeze her shoulder

“Lady Bela?”, you ask, firm but gentle. She doesn’t move a muscle, too exhausted to awaken to easily

Normally, a simple hand on her shoulder would wake her should she fall asleep during your massages. Today is no such day

You squeeze again, face flushed upon feeling her skin under your very fingertips

She’s soft, though you know this already after massaging her

She also smells of lavender. It’s soothing despite her nature

You sling your arm around her, blushing at the feeling of having her essentially in your arms

When she is curled up like this, she is a lot smaller than she seems, you notice

Gently, you attempt to shake her and awaken her. A stir, yet she doesn’t open her gorgeous golden eyes. Her eyebrows furrow, however, and a whine far too adorable for you to handle it slips past her lips

She’s whiny when she’s tired. You’d have never guessed

You shake her again, careful of course

You know to be cautious around a sleeping predator, even if you know she would never hurt you

However, when her golden eyes open, they are not dangerous looking, and she does not seek to harm

Instead, she lifts her heavy head, immediately pushing it against your stomach as you stand next to her. She attempts to lift her arms, yet they seem to heavy to stay wrapped around your midsection, and drop again, dangling in the air

You don’t notice you’re holding your breath as your hand comes up to her head, feeling soft, blonde hair beneath your fingertips

She hums tiredly and buries her face a little more into your uniform. You notice there is indeed a little bit of ink that rubbed up on her pale cheek

“You must get to bed”, you coo

This seems to bring her out of her tired trance

She shoots up, attempting to muster her energy again. You notice her eyes daring to slip shut, however

She looks surprised to see you, a small blush adorning her pale and dirty cheeks

“I-I need to get this…done…”, she murmurs, sleep nearly catching up to her again already

She grips her pencil tighter and rearranges the papers, blinks a few times as if trying to read the surely blurry text under her

You decide, sweet requests won’t do this time

Bela gasps upon feeling you behind her, your hands on her arms. You lean down and gently grasp her wrists, prompting her to let go of the pencil

“Allow me, Milady”, you whisper. Her head nearly falls forward as you pull her to her feet

“You must allow yourself some rest”, you reason, an arm quickly shooting forwards when she dares fall, her limbs weak and unused to standing up. The poor thing really has gone past her limits

You realize with a blush how close you are to her, and are silently thankful Alcina Dimitrescu herself is too busy to interrupt Bela unannounced

Surely, the protective mother would be unhappy upon seeing her eldest supported by an arm around her stomach and a human body pressed up tight against her

You shake the small thought of fear away, instead focus back on the blonde

“N-No..”, she slurs out tiredly, her arm making a final attempt to reach for the papers on the desk. You easily catch her wrist and pull it back again

“You have been pushing yourself, Bela”, you whisper. You gasp at your own words, realizing a moment too late you neglected her title

You must’ve forgotten your place, among all the massages and longing glances, but Bela doesn’t seem to mind

She makes a small noise at the back of her throat as you sit her down on the bed, gently pushing at her collarbone to have her fall backwards into her many pillows

Golden eyes barely have enough strength to stay open, yet she watches you every move

You gently remove her heels, and just that. You don’t dare remove her clothing, even if it must be more comfortable to sleep without the corset and tight dress

Instead, you pull up her thick comforter, making up for the lack of a lit fireplace in the room

You surprise yourself with your next action, as you lean down almost automatically, without thought, to place a small, innocent kiss to the top of her head. “Goodnight, Milady”

She whines again, hand weakly reaching out and gripping the side of your uniform

“Stay” she asks you quietly

You sit down at the edge of the bed, eying her as she attempts to sit up too. You gently push her back down and can’t help but smile as she retries, with the exact same result

“You must sleep”, you remind her gently

She seems to think about this

“Will… you hold me…?”, she asks quietly and tiredly in response

You blush and are rendered speechless for the moment. This is a most inappropriate request…

But as golden, tired eyes look at you, full of emotion and longing, you cannot deny the woman

You climb into bed properly, taking off your shoes beforehand as well, and slide under the blankets. Immediately, Bela pulls herself to your lap

She’s warmer under the blankets, and soft

You can’t help but put one arm around her to stroke her back

Purely to warm her up some more, of course

She rests her head against your stomach, and you yet again are forced to smile when quiet, purr-like sounds emit from her

You’ve heard them in the past, but never this loud. They only increase in volume when your hand sets on the top of her head and your fingers tangle in her hair

Her eyes are still struggling to stay open, more so than ever. Is she waiting for something?

It seems, your answer comes swiftly when her lips part

“I like you”, she whispers, words slightly slurred due to her tiredness. They still have your face heat up

“You’re..special…”, she adds quietly. Her words are partly muffled as she turns to cuddle into your stomach

You’re unsure what to say. She’s not only in a vulnerable, sleep deprived state, but most of all she is your superior

“Thank you, Bela”, you whisper. You feel a tug inside your chest, as if demanding you share your feelings for her

Perhaps the best time would be now, when she is unlikely to remember should her reaction be bad

“Not…everyone can…make me fall for…them”, she says quietly, her words muffled and slurred, her golden eyes shut

Your eyes widen at this. She has…romantic feelings for you? You were never too sure

Bela seems to be done talking, instead cuddles closer one last time for the night. “Stay….with…me?”, she asks quietly

“Of course, Bela”

[perpetualexistence]

The Alley Cats: A fun little Team CIRRRRH AU

(I could have tried to go for consistency with either all vectors or no vectors, but I feel like the inconsistency is more appropriate for this AU.)

So, time to share the AU I alluded to in my last post with Team CIRRRRH being gremlins to José!

It's a high school AU where each member of Team CIRRRRH have been made into social outcasts in their own unique and special ways. Plus Eva. I just couldn't bring myself to separate Team E-scope.

No one else would have them, so they started hanging out in an alley one of them found behind the school to avoid the bullying and the glares.

From the outside it looks like utter garbage. But if you go through the garbage and past the corner, you get to their little cove with a beat up couch, a stolen vending machine, a punching bag, and other little personalized touches they've added to make their place more cozy.

Alejandro's the newest addition and their self-appointed leader. He does not like his new status on the bottom of the totem pole in school. So, he leads the others towards schemes that will get them (him) back into the good graces of everyone else. Or to get revenge on those who made them into outcasts. It really depends on how well Alejandro can manage to herd these cats on a particular day.

There's only one main rule in the alley (aside from the ones Alejandro tries to impose). If someone finds their way into this alley all on their own, they're automatically an Alley Cat.

After all, if you're that desperate to get away from everybody, you probably need a group of friends more than anything else right now.

(More details about the AU under the read more, I just wanted to separate it from the basic premise.)

I'm still coming up with ideas for this AU! It's definitely a more casual one filled with wacky shenanigans. I'm retconning two of my previous posts into this au as party of the wacky shenanigans. Because they, along with the idea itself, were all inspired by a very specific animatic that you'll see in the second post. I just want to add links to them both here so they're consolidated in the same place:

Alley Cats vs. José Pt 1

Alley Cats vs. José Pt 2

Most of what I have now is trying to nail down exactly how each of these little goobers became an Alley Cat. Some of them I have a more clear idea that'll get their own posts soon enough, others are just a thought. So far, I have this:

Alejandro - Used to be a popular kid that DID a good amount of the bullying towards the Alley Cats. Thought he was leaving the country and decided to let loose. Turns out his father changed his mind. Oops. Actions, meet consequences.

Noah - Has personal beef with Justin he refuses to explain. Tried to make Justin into an outcast. It backfired horribly.

Izzy - Pulled one too many wacky hijinks that resulted in other people getting injured. The final straw was when she exploded something that ruined a good thing for everyone.

Eva - She issued her anger towards one of the sweetest people in the school to the point where she hospitalized them. She might have avoided juvie, but it sure doesn't feel like it.

Owen - Outcasted by association. He started hanging out with at least one member of the Alley Cats (still trying to figure out if it's just Noah or a combination of Noah, Izzy, and Eva) because he really didn't think anyone deserved to be outcasted. Refused to turn his back on them to save his own reputation.

Tyler - Fumbled the winning point during the big game (still trying to figure out which sport he plays when I don't do sports). Made worse by the fact that this would have finally put the school on the map towards being taken seriously. Combined with bitterness towards favoritism that allows him to stay on the team despite him being a bad player, he got socially kicked out of the team even though he's still physically on it.

And a later addition:

Duncan - Pretty much did the whole cheating thing with Gwen as in canon. Doesn't get why he's here. Essentially becomes New Alejandro once Alejandro starts getting that sweet sweet character development.

If you have any questions about this AU, please feel free to ask away! It helps me come up with things.

[chestcongestion]

Any Alastor snz head canons?

Oh definitely!!

Allergic to strong, cologne-y scents: citronella, teakwood, oak moss, etc

Mostly stifles, lots of "Hnk'tshh!" "Hnk'Kxxhht!" "Hh'KzZhht!"

When he does have to let loose, it's always so consonant-heavy, very deep in the sinuses: "HnK'Zzhht-chew!" "Hh'KzZSshhew!"

Tries to stay neat, has a handkerchief on him to wipe away at any unseemly mess.

^ Which is needed because he is a drippy motherfucker. Cold? Nose is running. Pollen high? Nose is running. Dusty room? Nose is running.

Mega germaphobe, if you so much as sniffle he's beating you away with his radio and will avoid you at all costs. Not cruel, but his caretaking attitude is "I got you...from over here"

Has the immune system of a wet sponge, someone on the opposite end of the room he's in could sneeze and he wakes up the next morning with a scratchy throat.

Fans in front of his face when he's about to sneeze

Gets stuck sneezes so. often. and they'll be stuck for a considerable amount of time, so much so that his eyes start watering from the buildup.

Not necessarily secretive about illness, but definitely stubborn about it, will deny and swear up and down that he isn't sick and tries to brush it off, even if it means shedding virus everywhere while pretending that he's fine.

But if the jig is up ^ and he gets caught he'll relent and let himself be taken care of...especially if he's feverish, because his inhibitions go flying out the window.

Usually starts sniffling and snorting as a prelude to even the first sneeze, as though his body is buffering and pre-loading the sneeze first...lubricating the chamber before firing the gun.

His nose also turns pink or red very quickly when he gets sneezy, after about the third sneeze, and it only gets more intense as time wears on.

His nose is also very sensitive, if you poke it on a regular day, there's a 50/50 chance he'll sneeze, if he's already allergic or sick? If you so much as wave your hand near his nose, there's a 90% chance he'll sneeze.

[persage]

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORM- S. HARRINGTON

Roommate!AU

Summary: A Storm. A Balckout. Steve Harrington - who happens to be your favorite roommate- running back home to you. It leads to something you've never expected.

Words Count: 4k

Tags: Smut, Fluff. Fiends to lovers. Oral Sex, Penetrative sex. Porn with plot

You're not afraid of the dark, you've never been...it's just that you don't like it. At all. Since Will's disappearance in the night the shadows take on strange, scary shapes and you never know if there are real monsters or if it's just your fantasy, a distant memory. The dark makes you feel uncomfortable, so when you try to turn the lights on, flipping the switch for the umpteenth without any result, you sigh heavily. "Steve?" You call, your voice shaking, walking around in the dark looking for the cabinet at the entrance where Steve holds his flashlight. You risk tripping a couple of times, but you manage to get to the drawer just to discover that the flashlight is not where it should be. A memory crosses your mind.

He lent it to Dustin. Damn Henderson.

A flash lights up the room from the large window in the living room, followed by a bang powerful enough to make you jump. You cling to the piece of furniture with strength. The worst thunderstorm Howkins has seen in recent years rough on you and the light won't come back, It's definitely a power cut. Oh that's all you need. Perfect.

You're not so good moving in the dark of your house and you are just a little scared to be fair. "Steve?" You repeat, hoping to see your roommate appear sleepy from his room, but the silence within the walls of the house is a clear answer: you are alone. Even Robin is not at home, she is at Vicky's now.

In the middle of the living room you tremble, the rain is starting to come down even faster outside, pounding against the window frame that shakes violently as the wind slamms past it and even if you won't admit it you wonder where the heck Harrington is and you can only hope he isn't out in this weather. A bolt of lightning flashes through the sky again.

"Okay. Okay. It's fine. This is totally fine." Your repeat to yourself

You go into your room and take a blanket and a sweatshirt from Steve, the warmest you've ever seen. You've been asking him to land it to you for months but he never never let you so you decide to take advantage of the situation. After all, if he's not here to keep you company, his sweatshirt is a fair compromise. You let yourself fall on the sofa and even if you hate to admit it you wait for him, just in case Steve does make it home. You tremble, because even the heaters don't work, you curl up on yourself trying to cover as much as possible and you want to sleep, you really want to, but there is something very disturbing about being stuck in this empty house, in the dark, without Steve by your side. These are the moments when you realize how much this guy has taken on a greater role in your life and in your heart, what was once a stupid bully today is your roommate, your friend, the guy who you've fallen for slowly. The person you love. Of course by fighting alongside with him you have always had this attraction and this attention to the heroic Steve, almost unconscious, ready to sacrifice but it is the little things he does every day that makes him so easy to love: his limits, his defects, his weaknesses and his kindness. It's all about the way he pours water into your glass without you asking, or looses the lids of the jars for you so you don't need him to open them and you don't have to ask for help cause he knows you hate it, the way in which his shoulders sag under the weight of his demons when he's tired but despite this he finds the strength to pick you up and take you to bed when you fall asleep on the sofa. You love the fact that he makes you and Robin choose the Friday night movies and that he puts your clothes on the radiator to keep it warm in winter.

You love that he cares so much about the others.

Your head jerks up at the sound of a key turning in the lock and you are on feet running to your room, holding your bat and then back toward the door waiting for something but then you see him. Steve Harrington sets his bag on the floor as you let the bat drop in the mean time. You wrap your arms around him, realizing now how scared you really were without him. You bury your face into the crock between his neck and shoulders. He is sopping wet.

"God Harrington you're soaking!" You pull away examining him. "Where were you?" You ask.

"With Dustin but then" He pauses looking at the bat on the floor "the storm, it got worse and I ran to you "

"There was no need" You reply in time as another rumble of thunder rolls through the sky outside, you look at the window and then Steve again. "I'm fine." You continue.

"Oh I see" He answers ironically looking at the bat.

"Please dry yourself, you're soaking the house. How did you get so wet? As if you had cycled this far" He remains silent, smiling guilty. "I don't believe it" You say.

"Broken car" He confirms "I borrowed Dustin's bike" Steve heads towards his room still smiling and laughing and you follow him, not wanting to be alone. "That's not funny! You could have been killed In this weather, that's so dangerous..." With light coming in from the street outside you can see the boy's silhouette. He shivers before peeling off his t-shirt and moving his hand to his belt and you mouth opens, something hot raises between you tights. In your stomach something that feels so good and unpleasant at the same time. You turn back giving him some privacy and yourself a break cause he is your friend, hopeless romantic Steve who is seearching for his perfect girl and has no interest in you. It's not good or respectful looking at him that way, thinking about your own hands undoing his pants, caressing what's underneath, kissing his toned chest.

Not. Good.

"I could never leave you here alone" He confesses, his voice low. "I'm afraid of you being there without protection and I know you are scared of the dark"

"I am not" You reply, turning back at him, thin voice. His jeans drop on the floor terribly slowly. "I'm... I'm not scared" You reply hitching your breath.

"Oh, yes y/n, of course" Steve, now - sadly- in a pair of pyjamas bottoms, moves past you out of his room and towards the kitchen. " The bat on the ground really proves it"

"It was just in case!" You state, crossing your arms on your chest

"You've tried to attack me with a bat y/n!"

"I thought you were a monster."

"Yes, the famous demodog who has the keys of our house, how is it possible that I've not thought about it?" Steve chuckles, shaking his head. "It's normal to be afraid after all the bad things we've seen" he explains, honestly, putting on a clean shirt and looking around for something. You jump as another crack of thunder makes the room practically shake. "But you are never afraid" you reply, hugging tighter in his sweatshirt. He still hasn't noticed you're wearing it. "I'm always afraid." Steve answers, moving closer to you. His expression blurs in the dark, you repeat to yourself that you are just imagining his gaze and you aren't sure if she could genuinely see the amusement on his face or you just know him well enough that you can actually imagine how it would be to be looked at by him in this way. As if he feels the same things as you, as if he too has thought the same wrong thoughts as you. "I came back because I was afraid of knowing you alone" He finishes. You stay silent. "You don't need to look so delighted about it." He says.

"Hey, I'm not delighted about anything." You reply, walking toward the sofa and you let yourself fall on it. Steve takes a flashlight out of his bag.

"You can keep it in your room if it helps you sleep" You shake your head

"I can't sleep with all this going on." You can go to bed, though, if you want. "

"And risking not to see your terrified eyes? Nhaa" Steve grabs the blanket from your hands, drops onto the sofa and spreads the blanket to cover both of you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you towards him. You lay your head against his chest, listening to the beating of his heart to help you calm down. Knowing he is there just breathing, living makes everything much less difficult and scary. "Thank you Harrington"

"Anytime Y/N, but don't ever steal my sweatshirt again."

You're not sure of when you've fallen asleep but you're vaguely aware of Steve's hand on your hips that almost makes you forget the chaos outside the window, the flooded city, the never-ending rain. In the morning his arms still hold you as if you are the most precious thing on earth, your back is against his bare chest and you don't even know when or why he has taken his shirt off, his warm breath on your neck. You turn  to him, with delicacy, careful not to spoil the moment and you watch him as he dozes pleasantly, calm as you don't think you have ever seen him and as you would always like him to be. You vaguely realize that if Robin walks in now she would scream to the point that the whole town would hear her, she always pushed for you and Steve to be together after all, but the truth is that nothing ever happened between you two but a kiss, a few years ago, after somehow Steve managed to bring you back from Vecna's ​​attack, but nothing after that. And now you are great friends, roommates and you don't want to ruin this stability. Not without the absolute certainty that Steve feels something important for you, something serious. Something similar to what you feel.

And that's why Robin's words are not enough for you. "He likes you y/n, he clearly, really does". Although it may be quite certain you want facts and as much as the little attention he has makes you feel appreciated, Steve is helpful with everyone he cares about and never gave you the idea that you could be anything more. So you have dated other people and he has done it too, yet, at least for you, something has never worked properly. One of your exes one day dared to enlighten you about the reasons why.

"Why don't you wanna marry me y/n?"

"I don't know ... Maybe I'm just not ready. We are so young, we have time."

He smiled and caressed you.. "I know why and you know it too" You shook your head. "Yes you know"

"Steve" You whispered.

You reach out to Steve's face and caress him gently, placing your fingertips on the warm skin of his full cheeks just as he begins to stretch and slowly wake up, you move your hand away quickly. Steve would come home in the flood for Robin too and he would sleep hugged with her too, or with Dustin or anyone else. He likes it . It doesn't mean anything. Despite trying move away, you are so close that you can count the small and barely visible freckles on his cheeks and the bump of his nose. He blinks a couple of times and then, as soon as he realizes where he is and with whom, he smiles  holding you closer.

"Morning," he murmures.

"Hey," you say shyly returning his smile

"Mm" Still sleepy he pulls you towards him and nuzzles his nose in your hair, breathing you, kissing your head like your life depends on it. You stiff, and before you can properly respond he moves away as he suddenly realizes what he is doing, looking at you with a terrified expression. "Sorry. Sorry. I don't know what I was-"

"Steve... It's okay, really" You state, you quickly sit up before things get any more awkward and before your heart explodes. You feel it beating furiously in your chest at a frightening rhythm. Is it possibile to die like this?

"Look, it's still raining. It's terrible" You get up, scratching your neck agitated and you go to the kitchen to get a drink. "Do you want a glass of water?"You  ask. He follows you nodding sleepily, his eyes still swollen, his lips red, his beloved hair sticking up at odd angles and you feel an incredible rush of affection for him. The fact that you smell him on you doesn't help. You smell like him and you love to do it. And out of control you just watch him and you can't stop. His biceps are more toned than usual, his chest is wide, the skin is perfect and smooth and soft and you can follow the path formed by his veins and you feel that so many years of resisting, finding a way to be immune to Steve Harrington, could be useless by this time. You want him so bad, you can feel desire growing in your stomach, something violent, rought and you feel like you're going to explode. Having spent the night lying next to him makes things suddenly seem different and so much harder to ignore.

"Y/n mhh, about before ..." He begins

"It was nothing." You reply, focusing very hard on the bottle of water you are holding.

"Was it?"

You turn around again and he is observing you, carefully, and has a look in his eyes that you haven't seen before, dedicated, full of emotion. You don't answer him and you have never been more afraid than this.

"Y/ n?"

Your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You voice is shaking. Oh God why is your voice shaking like a stupid teenager?

"I'm talking about ..." walks the meters that separate you quickly and then delicately grabs your face in his big and calloused hands - the hands of someone who had to learn to work, conquer  things of life - then slowly let a hand slip over your shirt and squeeze it in a way that shakes you inside. And he smells of passion without violence, of desire and of fleshliness. Imperceptibly you move towards him, his grip tightens. "I'm talking about how ... I've wanted to do .. . How.."

"How what, Steve?" You don't even realize the tone your voice has taken, graver and hoarse and full of desire. A shiver shakes Steve's body.

"Like it's okay that I'm touching you." He whisperes.

"As if I want you too?" You ask, bringing your mouth close to his without touching it, just letting your breaths mix as the adrenaline of anticipation builds up in your chest and makes you feel a strange desire between your legs, the need for his warm hands on your body, in the most intimate parts.

"As if you haven't wanted anything else for a lifetime," he murmurs, looking you in the eye.

"It's kinda true. I've wanted it my all life" You confirm a moment before he just pulls you into one of the most intense kisses you've ever had. It's like he's pulling all the air from your lungs, as you wrap your hands in his soft hair and his hand holds your waist. It's a frantic kiss, filled with need and wait, pain and love. He looks at you. grinning before littering your neck with kisses, occasionally nipping and sucking in the sweet spot just behind your ear. You moan while you realize that he has lifted you on the kitchen counter and you cannot help but let go, arms around his neck as he tries to take his time with you He starts again gently kissing up your shoulder to the curve of your neck. He leaves soft little pecks behind your ear, an action that has you smiling in delight as his hands move slowly to your chest, under your shirt. "Take it off"  Steve whispers, almost like an order. You nod and quickly take off your shirt as he fiddles with the bra with confidence and skill. As soon as he takes it off, his hands are immediately on your breasts, caressing your nipples with his thumbs while he lets his lips slide over your chest, up to your breasts and leaving wet kisses. His name escapes your lips like a prayer. "Steve" You reach out to him, between his thighs where his erect penis presses against his now too tight pants. He smiles and walks away slightly. "Slowly, softly" he says, locking your wrists and kissing you again. "Let me do it" When he puts his hand on your breast again and flicks the nipple slightly until your gasping and  he's chuckling sweetly, It's like liquid fire runs through your veins. He knows exactly what to do to make you turn into a crumbling mess like he was born to pleasure you. His hands are all over you, pinching and massaging and fingertips gliding over sweet skin.

"Steve, baby, please..." You don't even know what you want from him. Hell, you can barely concentrate on anything but the long fingers that starts to wander down your stomach, walking their way on your skin, towards that sweet spot between your legs. He hushes you when his fingers toy with the elastic of your pants, and he presses a kiss to your neck, a hand running through your hair for a moment to settle you. "Shh don't worry." He waits for a minute for your breathing to calm down and your racing heartbeat to settle. You look up at him, brown eyes melting with love and pleasure and lust and he kisses you slowly, making it last while he lets your pants down and pulls your underwear aside.

"I...I want to touch...oh oh." You're cut off by your own moans, Steve fingers finding your folds amongst the wetness, dipping them slowly in and out of your pussy to see how far he can take you. In and out curving his fingers to touch your walls, spreading out as much as possible, to an extreme pleasure. "Oh please, y/n let me make you feel good" You're nodding as he speaks, and you open your legs wider so he can cup your pussy with his massive hand, making your body arch up into his. You can feel how hard he is in his briefs but he is so focused on your pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed and hair all over his forehead. You're so wet and the sounds that his fingers are making from between your legs are so sinful that you can't help but moan more. "Steve, oh, fuck, Steve!" He doesn't shuts you up, he gets harder and harder hearing you shout his name like it's the only religion you know.  He feels your body shudder and you grow closer to the edge. He touches to your most sensitive spots and once again you're lurching up against him and gasping out loudly. He moves his body so that he can wrap his lips around one of your nipples, and then it's like you're racing towards the edge and he's not going to catch you this time. He's ripping your underwear off then, letting your legs move freely, and then he's not being gentle. He's done with taking things slow and suddenly Steve is touching you everywhere, and nowhere at the same time, hands moving so fast inside and on the outside that you can't keep track until you're shouting  and he grabs you tight, sinking his middle and pointer finger back into you to bring you to the brink. You nearly faint once your orgasm hits, eyes rolling up and body going limp as the pleasure overwhelms you. You slump back against him and he just keeps kissing your skin, your neck, face, ears, collarbones. You're a hot and sweaty mess when you come back to the world fully and Steve chest is heaving against yours as he smiles down at you.

"Steve... I don't...it was." Steve laughs at that and holds you tight. "Good, I'm hoping?" You hold is hands and guide him to your room. "No over yet" You reply, coverong his face in kisses while push him on your bed

"y/n." You shush him, kissing him quickly and moving so that his arms are around your waist, nearly clinging to you when you start to press your hand firmer to his cock trapped in his briefs. "Fuck oh y/n." He moans, half laughing then he rolls you over, trapping you back into his grasp. "I want to taste you" You feel hotness pool in your stomach from only his words. "Do you want me to?" he asks.

"Please, Steve.. I want to touch you" you pant, clenching your hands into fists. He places a kiss on your inner thigh, so close to your core just to torture you, you are sure. "You will" You threw your head back in frustration, your fingers immediately sinking into his hair and gripping it roughly making him gasp, when he finally let go of your wrists in order to you push your thighs farther apart. He trails another line of kisses along your inner thigh meeting your gaze for a moment and you groan again in frustration. The sight of him- handsome, impossible Steve Harrington - between your thighs its a sinful heaven and not even in your imagination it was so perfect like its now. "please," you gasp, another kiss placed on the sensitive skin next to your core and then he presses a kiss against your clit. You gasp in pleasure as he openes his mouth to let his tongue explore your folds and lap up your juices.

  Steve' s hands pushes your thighs even father apart when you absentmindedly tried to clench them together, arching your back at the feeling of having him suck harshly on your clit. Cries fall freely from your lips. You feel the need to touch him, you wanna touch him so bad as he devours you like a starved man. You don't wanna cum again, not like that so with and With an immense effort you walk away from him, who looks at you confused. "Not yet" You explain breathlessly. "Not yet " You repeat approaching him and undressing him in one fell swoop of his pants and boxers. He lets you do it, smiling sweetly, and you find yourself for the first time in front of his erect, big, rosy chock. So big that for a moment you fear you won't be able to hold up, not be enough for him. You make him lie down on the mattress slowly, placing your hands on his chest, pushing him so that he is caged between your legs. With one hand you go down towards his penis, pumping it slowly from the base, stroking the head with your thumb giving Steve a hoarse sound so erotic that for a moment you think you can come just listening to him. "Oh god you are so beautiful" He says. "You are" you reply, kissing her chest, her toned belly and then sinking her face into her crotch. Whatever a dream is made of, Steve Harrington is made of the same substance.

"Ride me y/n" He begs. "I want you to ride me" So you sink down on him, letting him fill you completely, groaning at the stretching you have to allow yourself a moment to adjust. Steve watches you as you move up and down, riding him as you push yourself to your second orgasm. He encourage you to keep moving, his eyes falling to the place where both of you connect in a perfect union, he can see your juices coating him and it is almost as erotic as to feel you all around him. He tries so control his instinct to fuck up into you, ha wants you to be in control for this, to be the one taking charge and so he bites his lip and tries to keep himself from changing the tables focusing on just you and on your perfect movements and it's long before Steve feels his own release fast approaching. As you move yourself up and down on him, fast then slow the fast again you feel the coil in your belly tightening and his own cock twitching against your walls and you slow down to try and stave off the orgasm just a bit longer however when you do, Steve twitches against your g-spot snapping the coil in half and you come with him, screaming his name. Placing your hands on his chest to support yourself, you feel yourself pulsing around him, trying to prevent the orgasm to wash over you slightly. You let yourself collapse next to him, without strength, and you pinch yourself on the arm. "What are you doing?" Steve asks breathlessly.

"I check that it's not a dream" He holds you close. "Do it to me too, you know, you're in my dreams all too often"