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synopsis: your roommate riki is a little messy, very annoying, but relatively normal. sometimes, though, you find that he acts very strange...

content warnings: unrealistic sex, dubcon, blood, mild body horror

The faucet had been left on again, a gentle yet steady stream of water draining into the kitchen sink. You sighed, twisted the knob, and called, “Riki!” behind your shoulder.

Soon, Riki walked into the room, leaning his elbows on the counter space in front of the sink. “What is it?” he asked, feigning innocence. As if you couldn’t see the smirk twitching on the corner of his lips.

“Stop leaving the water on,” you admonished. “This is the third time this week I’ve had to tell you to turn it off after you're done with it."

Riki shrugged and reached over, twisting the knob again. You twisted it back, and he turned the water on again, snickering to himself. “You’re not funny,” you said.

Riki pointed at your lips. “Then why are you smiling?”

“I’m not,” you said, fighting a grin. If you didn’t put your foot down now, he would never learn. You maintained a stoic expression as best as you could. “Look, if you leave the water on, it’ll start to add up, and then we’ll have to pay more.”

“Please.” Riki waved his hand dismissively and straightened up, walking over to the bowl of lustrous fruit that tucked next to the paper towel holder. He picked up a ripe, red apple and moved to lean against the fridge, tossing the fruit from hand to hand. “You’re worrying too much. It’s just a little trickle of water, it’ll cost like five dollars extra, max.”

“Or,” you said slowly, “you could just turn the faucet off when you’re done using the sink.”

Riki rolled his eyes and took a bite out of the apple. Its juice dribbled down his lips, and he wiped it away with his thumb, sucking on the digit with an exaggerated pop. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he was trying to distract you. “Does it really bother you?”

“Wasting money bothers me,” you grumbled. “Now move. I need to get something out of the fridge.”

In true Nishimura fashion, he didn’t budge. Instead, Riki crossed his arms and grinned slightly at you before taking another bite of his apple. “I don’t wanna move,” he said, his voice taking on a childish cadence.

“Get out of the way,” you said. Riki was normally frustrating, but sometimes, he would drag a joke on for far too long. When you had first moved in together after meeting on a roommate app, he had pulled pranks on you, almost as if to set a precedent for his devilry. Riki had put spray foam on the mirror in the bathroom the two of you shared, replaced the knives you had brought with cheap plastic alternatives, and had stuck little pom-poms to the edges of all of the pieces of furniture in the home. Your kitchen table, the matching chairs, the small coffee table in your miniscule living room: all adorned with multicoloured pom-poms. You had grown accustomed to them, so you didn’t bother peeling them off.

Riki sank his teeth into his apple once more, no longer bothering to hide his self-satisfied smirk. “Nope.”

Groaning, you tried to pry him off the fridge yourself. “Get off.”

Despite his lithe, skinny frame, Riki was strong and easily pulled you away. One hand held you in place. Riki lowered his head towards yours, widening his eyes. “What’s the magic word?” His tone was condescending, as though he were a teacher and you were a child.

“Fuck off?”

“That’s two words,” Riki said, using the same patronizing voice. “Come on, just one word.”

You sighed. “Please?”

Riki let go of you and stood away from the fridge, choosing to prop himself up against the kitchen counter. “Was that so hard?”

Mumbling expletives under your breath, you picked out a few vegetables. Fried rice had been on your mind for a while, and your stomach was starting to growl.

“What are you making?” Riki asked, following your movements as you procured a bamboo cutting board and one of the flimsy, hot pink plastic kitchen knives Riki had bought.

“I’m making fried rice,” you said. “You can starve, though.” Wielding the knife, you began to cut into a medium-sized carrot. Chopping vegetables was a laborious, painstakingly slow process now because of Riki. When you cut anything now, the pieces always end up jagged. You had tried to negotiate, but Riki was adamant on keeping these stupid novelty cutlery pieces. Whatever. It wasn’t the only weird trait of his that you had had to tolerate.

Through a mouthful of apple, Riki said, “You wouldn’t let me starve.”

“I would,” you said, eyebrows knitting in concentration.

“Don’t be mean,” Riki murmured. Hands hung loosely around your neck, and Riki’s scent permeated your nostrils. His chest pressed lightly against your back, startling you. The knife slipped, and you nicked your index finger.

“Ah!” You stared at the small bead of blood pooling at its tip in annoyance. “Look at what you made me do,” you began, but the look on Riki’s face was enough to stop you in your tracks. His lips were contorted into a grimace, and he had ripped his arms away from you. His eyes, too, were fixed on your finger.

“Band-aid,” he said quietly. “You need one.” With that, Riki stumbled out of the kitchen to go to the bathroom.

You shook your head and ran your fingertip under cool water from the sink, watching the redness spill into the clear liquid. It was more of a shock that you hadn’t cut yourself before, given what you had to work with.

Riki came back less than a minute later, thrusting the box of band-aids in your direction. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s fine,” you said. “Could you open a bandaid for me? Don’t wanna get blood everywhere.” You turned off the water and blotted your fingertip with a paper towel.

“Sure,” Riki said, his voice thin. He nearly dropped the box of bandages as he hastily tried to peel apart the strips of paper covering the bandaid. “Uh, finger. Give me your finger.”

“Weird phrasing,” you said with a slight laugh. You held your finger up and Riki hesitated to apply the bandage. A trickle of blood slipped down your pointer. “Riki? What are you doing?”

Riki’s eyes were fixed on your finger, but he blinked and pressed the bandaid unceremoniously onto the cut. “There,” he said. “Saved the day.” Riki swallowed and looked at his half-eaten apple. He washed his hands in the sink and ate his apple furiously while you cleaned up the rest of your blood.

“Maybe if you let us have regular knives, this wouldn’t have happened,” you said. The plastic knife was dotted with some of your blood, but Riki took it from you, pocketing it.

“It’s contaminated,” Riki said. “I don’t want to taste blood in my food.”

“Don’t avoid the issue,” you said, rummaging in the drawers for another stupid knife. “I want a normal knife.”

“No way,” Riki replied. “You would have cut yourself ten times worse if you had used a normal knife.”

You pulled a knife out, this one a putrid bright yellow. “No, I cut myself because I used your stupid knife,” you said. “Can’t we just g-,”

Riki’s voice rose suddenly, the first time he had ever sounded angry. “Drop it,” he said. “Please.”

You turned to gauge his body language, and Riki didn’t look mad. He looked scared, with pleading eyes. “Please,” he repeated.

“Fine,” you relented, getting to your feet.

Riki plucked the yellow knife out of your grasp and pushed you out of the way. “I’ll cut these,” he said, gesturing at the vegetables. “You go do… something else.”

“I’m not an invalid,” you said.

“It’s my apology,” Riki said. “Go lie down or read a book or something, I don’t know. I’ll make dinner tonight.”

You grimaced. “Riki…”

“Go,” he insisted sharply.

“Fine,” you said, walking towards your bedroom.

Riki was a decent roommate, but he could be ridiculously immature sometimes. The knives, the stupid decorations, and the way he avoided you when you were on your period. It was like he was a middle-schooler. He insisted that you dispose of your hygienic products as quickly as possible, citing the smell as the problem. “I wouldn’t leave my cumrags everywhere,” he had said, pointing vehemently at the small trash can in the bathroom. “So you can clean up your…shit.”

“Not even close to being the same thing,” you had said.

“Fine, fine, I’ll start leaving my used cumsocks everywhere, then,” he had said. Unfortunately, Riki had made good on his promise, leaving a single, worn, wet sock on the bathroom floor. Not willing to fight a war of attrition with a young adult male, you had taken to tossing out the trash every day when you were on your period.

An hour later, Riki called you into the kitchen. He had set the kitchen table for two, a spoon and a steaming bowl of fried rice on your placemat. "Done," he said, settling into his chair. He nodded at you. "Eat."

You begrudgingly ate the food. It was fine, but it was almost impossible to ruin fried rice. As you ate, you noticed that his gaze continued to flicker over to your bandaged finger.

After dinner, which has remained unusually terse, you retired to your room. Riki and you shared an amicable friendship, but you liked to have your alone time. You spent the rest of your night lounging on your bed, reading a fantasy novel that you had been putting off.

Once you noticed yourself beginning to yawn, you changed into your nightclothes and crawled into bed. Despite your fatigue, sleep refused to come. You tossed and turned, punched your pillow, and even tried slow, meditative breathing. Nothing.

As you lay there, burrowed under your blanket, you heard something from Riki's room. The apartment was laid out so that your bedrooms were on one side of the hallway and the bathroom and laundry room were on the other. You had the room closest to the living room, and your bed was pressed against the wall separating your room with Riki's.

It wasn't like Riki didn't make noise at night. Sometimes, he would wake you up while he played an online game with his friends, or you would hear his light snoring.

This wasn't like those times. Muffled sighs were emanating from his room, and you could hear his quilt rustling. As you listened, you realized that the sighs weren't sighs, but quiet moans.

You took your ear away from the wall, bristling in embarrassment. Normally, the two of you could be quiet. At the very least, Riki had never teased you about you pleasuring yourself, so you figured you were decent at hiding it. To his credit, despite his allusions to jerking off, you had never caught him either. Until now.

When you checked your phone, you saw that it was around 2 in the morning. He probably thought you were asleep, which was why his moans were growing louder. Riki almost sounded like he was in pain, and his bed creaked underneath him.

Against your better judgment, you pressed your ear against the wall once more, biting your lip. You wondered who he was thinking about. Riki had started working straight out of school, but you knew he had friends. Maybe it was one of them? Or a female celebrity? A male celebrity? Your mind worked overtime, trying to figure out who Riki could be getting off to.

Riki's breathing turned into a stream of panting and moaning, unsuccessfully smothered by his hand or blanket or whatever he was using. It was dark in your room, dark enough that your imagination was quick to fill in the gaps. You imagined his hand pumping his cock, his plush lips parting as he let out desperate whimpers, the sheen of sweat that had surely formed on his forehead.

You weren't crazy. You knew that you lived with an objectively attractive man, but you refused to act on it. The living arrangement you had now suited you well, and a relationship could only complicate things. You were sure he felt the same way.

Which is why his breathy whimper of your name caught you off guard. Heat nipped at your core, and you waited for him to say it again. Instead, the shuffling of fabric stopped, Riki's breathing began to even out, and the air was once again filled with silence.

"You imagined it," you told yourself. "Freak."

You didn't fall asleep for hours, rubbing your thighs together. You refused to get off to your roommate.

In the morning, you dragged yourself out of bed and wandered into the kitchen. Riki was already there, eating a piece of toast slathered with strawberry jam.

"Morning," you said.

Riki waved at you. "How'd you sleep?"

"Badly," you said, rubbing your eyes. "You?"

"Pretty well," Riki said, chewing on his breakfast as he scrolled through his phone.

You popped two pieces of bread into the toaster oven and yawned. You wanted to tell Riki that it was partially his fault you couldn't sleep, but you figured he would manage to misconstrue it into you being the weird one.

"If you stopped looking at Draco fanfiction, you'd sleep better," Riki said without looking up.

"What makes you think I read that?" you asked haltingly.

"A hunch," he replied.

"Yeah, well, maybe you'd sleep better if you..." you faltered.

"Take your time."

"Oh, fuck you, I'm too tired," you said, putting the toast on a saucer and shuffling to the kitchen table. Before you could use the plastic knife to spread the jam, Riki took your plate. He hastily spread globs of jam onto your bread before setting the plate in fromt of you.

"You take too long when you do it," Riki said, avoiding eye contact.

"Doing the cooking, helping me make breakfast, what's next for you?" You tried to lighten the mood, or you would be forced to contend with the uneasiness lining Riki's forehead.

"Don't get used to it," Riki said.

"Wasn't going to in the first place," you replied, eating your toast.

"Whatever," Riki mumbled. "Oh, I'm going to the grocery store after work. Text me if you need anything."

"Will do," you said.

"And try not to get hurt," he said, standing up. He put his plate in the dishwasher.

"No promises."

Riki groaned and left the kitchen.

You spent the day reading, studying, watching TV, and doing household chores. You always loved it when you got the house to yourself, and today was no exception. Finally, you could release some of the pent-up tension you had been carrying since last night.

You managed to get off without thinking about Riki, and afterwards you took a well-deserved, orgasm-induced nap. When you woke up, you remembered that you still hadn't unloaded the dishwasher.

The cutlery went first, and you grimaced at the sight of the various plastic knives. Then you handled the plates. You recognized one of them as the saucer that Riki had used that morning, which made you think about last night. The way he had said your name, voice muffled and hoarse. Just the thought of it shot desire throughout your body, and you banged your head into the edge of the cupboard. Luckily, you managed to put the plate on the counter before you slipped to the floor. Otherwise, you'd have a broken saucer to deal with, too.

Getting to your feet, you made your way into the bathroom. You assessed the damage in the mirror with a grimace. It would probably develop into a goose egg later on, so it was imperative that you stopped the swelling now lest you develop a garish-looking bump. You retrieved a small hand-towel from the little cupboard above the towel and mopped up some of the blood. The ice packs were all in the freezer, so you stepped out into the hallway.

There, you were greeted with Riki, who had seemingly materialized out of thin air. He was staring at you with narrowed eyes, lips pressed into a line. "You got hurt again," he said in an almost accusatory tone.

"Not like I meant to," you muttered. "Now move, I need an ice pack."

"Let me see," Riki said, and before you could protest he tore the stained towel away from your face and cast it aside. With no buffer, your blood dripped freely down your face, tickling your skin during its descent. You could see Riki's Adam apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously, eyes trained on the trickle of blood.

"How'd you do it?"

"Walked into a cupboard."

"Idiot," Riki muttered. His hands fell to your shoulders, lightly squeezing them. His gaze was starting to grow unsettling; you realized that you hadn't seen him blink once.

"Let me go," you said, squirming. "I'm gonna bleed everywhere." You could feel the blood sliding down to the tip of your nose.

"Just..." Riki leaned in and licked a stripe from the tip of your nose to its bridge. You gasped, a flurry of goosebumps painting your back. "Sorry," he whispered. Empty apology. He did it again, his tongue flicking over your face again. His grip grew tighter as he licked all the way to the scar, lapping up your blood. As he did so, he groaned softly.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

When he pulled away to look at you, his mouth was smeared with your blood and his saliva. Riki licked his lips and shivered. His hands dug into your shoulders, his nails sharp even through your shirt. Too sharp. You looked down at them and gasped once more. His hands, which were so pretty and slender, had become gnarled, his fingernails elongating and solidifying into something else. You rubbed your eyes, but the sight didn't go away.

"Sorry," Riki said again. "I'm sorry..." His tongue swirled around the wound on your forehead, and you noted that it felt different. It felt thicker, less soft, more like an appendage than a squishy piece of muscle. As he licked the scar, Riki hooked his leg behind yours and took you down to the floor of the hallway. He pressed his body weight against yours so that you were pinned underneath him.

Riki kneeled over top of you, his breathing growing laboured. He wiped his mouth with his ever-thickening hand. He parted his lips as if to say something, but all that came out was a low growling noise.

His body continued to undergo fantastical changes. Every inch of skin darkened into an inky blackness. He was already tall, but his spine cracked and groaned as Riki grew. He was now around 8 feet tall. His torso expanded, tearing through his shirt. The sinews of his shoulders became visible, and the hard outline of his abs looked embossed on his new body.

His pants were the next to be ripped to shreds, as his legs went from thin yet muscular to large and bulky. Riki's hard cock was equally as obsidian, imposing, and hopelessly inhuman as the rest of him. Besides its unnatural length and girth, the underside of it was ridged with little bumps.

You were dreaming. You had to be because this didn't make sense. Generally speaking, cute boys didn't turn into monsters.

Riki, if you could still call him that, ran one finger along your shirt, from its neck to its hem. Then he roughly dragged his claw all the way up, ripping your shirt in half. You yelped and moved to cover yourself, but Riki let out a noise that could only be described as animalistic. He shoved your hands away and tore the rest of your shirt off of you. Your bra was discarded in a similar manner, and your nipples immediately hardened from the chill.

One of his massive hands kneaded your tits, eliciting another growl from him. Just one hand was enough to cover your entire breast. The other clawed at your pants, leaving them in tatters. He stripped the fabric off of you, finally leaving you in just a thin pair of panties.

Riki dragged his claw along the waistband of your panties, then he trailed it onto your still clothed clit. You whimpered pathetically at his touch, writhing underneath him.

"Riki," you pleaded, "what are you doing?" You kept telling yourself that it was a dream, but the sulfuric scent wafting into your nostrils was all too visceral. The wetness starting to soak through your panties was also real.

He took off your panties with a bit of more delicacy, making a cut down the middle and peeling them off with a wet, sticky noise. Seemingly having his fill with your blood, Riki lowered his head to your pussy and started to lap at your clit. His dexterous, thick tongue felt amazing on the sensitive nub, and you moaned. Satisfied that you wouldn't run away, Riki moved his hands to your thighs, holding them lightly in place. His tongue, feeling twice as long with the average human's, alternated between teasing your clit and probing its way inside of your pussy. It flicked upwards just enough to reach the gummy wall of your G-spot, forcing more moans out of you.

You didn't think Riki in this form would have been particularly occupied by your pleasure, but given the way he fucked his tongue into your pussy, it was clear that he fully intended on bringing you to the brink. His hair was still normal, so you tangled your fingers inside the black locks as you enjoyed the sensations. If this were a dream, it was a pretty fun one after all.

Riki sucked and licked your clit, causing a pleasurable heat to rise within you. Your hips bucked into his mouth as you anticipated your orgasm. Then, forcefully, a wave of sheer, white-hot ecstasy washed over you, stars flashing in front of your eyes. Never had you ever had a climax so powerful, so delicious. Riki kept lapping up your juices as you came, and you tugged at his hair weakly to get him to stop. He continued, and you whined, the overstimulation growing painful.

"Riki," you said, pulling his hair again. "Stop..." You sat upright and tried to catch your breath.

He lifted his head up, and to your surprise, he was smirking. So, even as a creature, he was still an annoying brat. You rolled your eyes at him, which he responded to by pressing his moist lips against yours. Immediately, Riki's tongue shoved itself inside of your mouth, slithering down your throat; his hands continued playing with your tits. Slowly, he pushed you down once more onto the cold tile.

You could feel his stiff, barbed cock pressing against you and you grimaced. There was no way he was going to be able to fit that inside you all the way, was there?

Riki seemed intent on finding out. Parting your legs again, he jammed the tip of his cock into your pussy, working it in carefully. At the slightest bit of friction, he moaned deeply. He was thick, almost too thick. Just the tip made your toes curl. As he adjusted to your pussy, he sucked on your nipples, one after the other. He bit them and pulled at them with his abnormally sharp teeth.

He stuffed about half of his length into you before starting to move. Even half of him filled you nicely, stretching out your walls. It had been so long since you had done anything, and you welcomed the pleasure. The barbs on his cock only added to the sensation.

Riki started to ram his hips into you faster. His claws dug into your waist, and his head was thrown back as he let out guttural moans. He jammed more of his cock into you, and you screamed.

"Too much," you said. "It hurts, Riki." But it was as if he couldn't hear you anymore. Instead, he only quickened his pace. He placed one knee on the ground, balancing his other leg on the ball of his foot. He held your hands, now tiny in his grasp, and used this new position to better pound into you. Riki brought you onto his cock over and over again. Every time he went deeper, you could feel more of the barbs dragging along your sensitive walls. His balls, which were heavy and hung low, slapped against your thighs.

You cried out again, tears running down your face. It hurt so badly, but it felt so, so good. Riki was treating you like a ragdoll, pushing you around, doing whatever he wanted with you. He dropped your hands and spun you around so that your boobs pressed against the floor. Your hands splayed out onto the tile, desperately searching for purchase.

Grabbing your ass using both of his hands, he effortlessly pushed you up and down on his length yourself. Despite the pain you were already feeling from his monstrous dick, he still hadn't plunged himself all the way inside yet. His tip pressed against your cervix, threatening its narrow opening.

You hadn't realized that you had been approaching another orgasm until electric shocks ravaged your body. You bit your fist and shrieked into it as your pussy undulated against Riki's length. The different stimulations made you feel like you were touching a live wire.

This only spurred Riki on, and he drove himself even further into you. His cock breached your cervix and you screamed again. He was fucking your womb now, bulging your stomach with his long, hard cock. His claws dug so sharply into you that tears sprung to your eyes; your tits bounced painfully, and your ass hit against his groin with loud, lewd smacks. The sounds he made were like grunts, but stronger, more primordial, darker. Everything about him screamed power.

Riki pulled out of you only to slam himself back inside, tearing through your cervix with renewed vigor. He was crouched over your body, holding your legs above you. He drove himself inside of you slowly at first, then harshly. His grip around your ankles was as tight as a vice.

When his thrusts became erratic, you figured that he was close. With a final, primal cry, Riki came, pumping your womb full of his seed. He pulled out of you with a gasp and rolled onto his back. You were left to lie down your stomach, hyperventilating as you tried to regain your senses.

Curiously, you reached a finger down into the liquid pooling between your legs and examined it. It was black, much less viscous than regular cum, and it smelled of sulfur. You took a lick and spit it out immediately, as it tasted exactly how it smelled.

You glanced back at Riki, who was returning to normal. The blackness of his face faded to his usual, fleshy tone, although he was flushed all over. His body became wiry again, and the claws rescinded into his regular, short nails. His eyes had been squeezed shut, but when Riki opened them and looked at you, he winced.

"Sorry," he said apologetically. He pulled you over to him, resting your head on his chest. He sighed and rubbed your scalp. "I honestly am sorry. I didn't mean to, uh, do all that..."

"I'll consider forgiving you if you explain yourself," you said.

"Ugh, it's so cringe," Riki said. "I feel lame as shit talking about it. Fine. I'm a half demon on my dad's side."

You looked up at him, and he offered you a weak smile. "I know," he said, "it's stupid. But that's what I am. Normally, I can control my human form, but when demons become of age, and they uh, see or smell blood, it makes them, uh..."

"Horny?" you offered.

"Hungry," Riki said. "It makes us go kinda crazy."

"Is that why you replaced all the knives with fake ones?"

Riki nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry. And why I can't be around you when you're on your period."

"Well, what would happen if you were?"

Riki screwed his mouth up as he thought. "I'd probably fuck you until you were passed out and while you were passed out and we'd have period sex for a week straight."

You shrugged. "I don't see a problem with this."

Riki snickered and kissed the top of your head. "Gross bitch."

"You're literally a creature."

Riki mock-gasped. "That's a slur." He tried to maintain a poker face for added effect but failed, laughing loudly. His laughter was always contagious, so you did the same.

Maybe, just maybe, being roommates with Riki wouldn't be so bad.

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

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Prompt Day 17: Platonic Stobin | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: S4, Platonic Stobin, Ride to School, Pre-Steddie

Steve honks the horn, and sips from his mug of coffee. It won't fit in his cup holder, so he has to rest it on his thigh. He honks again, and a minute later Robin rushes out of the front door of her house, towards his waiting car.

Arms flailing, she screams, "Hold on, I'm coming!"

It makes Steve chuckle. She's the one about to be late to school, not him. He's graduated. Family Video doesn't open for another two plus hours. He's got plenty of time to kill this morning, but he knows she doesn't want the tardy. He knows her like the back of his hand. The front of his hand?

His whole hand. For sure.

Robin fumbles with the trunk, and he watches as she unlocks it. It was just easier to give her the damn spare key instead of him having to get out every morning and unlock it.

She finally piles into the front seat, with a huff, "What are we waiting for? You're gonna make me late, dingus!"

He rolls his eyes.

"Good morning to you, too," he says, handing her his mug of coffee. He might as well. She's gonna take it from him, sooner or later. She always does. He opens the console, and hands her the bagel that he's wrapped in a paper towel, before leaning to look back over his shoulder, reversing them back onto the street.

He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, and she's alternating between drinking coffee, and eating the bagel. Getting sesame seeds all over the floor mat. He'll have to stop by the car wash and vacuum it after he drops her off.

"There's an away game tonight," she says, done with the bagel, and now holding his coffee in one hand, putting her mascara on with the other. He watches, not sure how she's doing it one-handed.

"Yeah, the kids have told me a thousand times, like I've somehow suddenly forgotten how a basketball schedule works since graduating," Steve says, annoyed.

"I have to ride the activity bus to the game, but if you can forge me a note again, I'll ride home with you. Dibs on the front seat," she says.

Steve laughs. He's been roped into taking Dustin, Mike and Max, and Dustin's gonna hate that she's called dibs, but fair is fair. Dustin can have the front seat on the way to Hartford City.

They head down the highway, and Robin tells him about her morning. He nods, listens, and analyzes more about Vickie than he ever imagined possible. It's a ritual at this point. She pines. He gives advice she won't take.

They argue. They banter.

Rinse, repeat.

Day after day, morning after morning.

But it's often the best part of his day.

He's trying to explain exactly why she should just go for it, when Steve catches movement out of the corner of his eye, and realizes they're about to be broadsided by a van, that as far as Steve can tell, has no driver.

Steve slams on the brakes, stopping short as the van whips onto the highway from a side road, cutting him off. The driver's head just barely popping into view, mere seconds before he needed to make the turn.

"Watch it, asshole!" Steve screams, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

"Uh, Steve?" Robin says, and he turns to look at her, and she's wearing the coffee. Brown splotches staining her white blouse, running all over his leather seats.

"Are you hurt? Did you get burned?" he asks, patting her arm down, like that'll help.

"Well, it doesn't feel great! But I think I'll live," she says. "But I don't have time to go back home and change, I'm going to be so late. Detention for me, yay," she says sarcastically.

"Take off your shirt," Steve says, and she cuts him a look, "Not like that, Jesus, Robin. I don't want to see your boobies."

He snaps his fingers, and gives her the hurry up motion.

So, she does, and he takes off his shirt, too, and stretches his hand out to offer it to her. She takes it, and slips it over her head. It's too big, but she says she doesn't care, because that's the style, apparently.

"Thanks, dingus," she says, and he slides his arms back through the holes of his vest. No shirt underneath. He looks ridiculous.

At the school, they both get out, and Robin digs out her notepad, and turns around. Steve lays the notebook on her back, and writes the note, forging Mrs. Buckley's signature to get Robin off the activity bus on the way home.

"There, done," he says, swatting her on the back with the notebook, and she takes it and rushes towards the building, turning back towards him.

"Thanks, Steve! See you tonight!" she yells and then she turns and runs away from the parking lot faster.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters, but he smiles as she goes.

"Nice fashion statement, Harrington," Eddie Munson interrupts, as he climbs out of the same goddamn van that caused this whole problem in the first place. He should have known Eddie "The Freak" Munson was involved.

Steve looks down at his bare chest.

"Well, I had a shirt until you cut us off and Robin spilled coffee all over herself," Steve snaps.

"I don't know what you're talking about, that doesn't sound like me at all. I'm a great driver," Eddie says, digging around and coming up with a black, metal lunchbox.

His drugs. Steve knows all about Eddie, and his dealing business.

"Yeah, sure you are," Steve snips, turning to get into the driver's seat. He has no interest in engaging with Eddie Munson at ten 'til eight in the morning. No goddamn way.

"Nice to see you, King Steve," Eddie snarks, walking awfully slowly towards the school for someone that nearly ran them off the road to get here today.

What a dickhead.

Notes: Eddie definitely saw Steve in that no-shirt/vest combo and when presented with the opportunity to see it again in the Upside Down, and in his own vest no less, he took it, lol.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

If you want to see more of my entries into this month-long challenge, you can check them out in my Steddie Holiday Drabbles tag, right here!

#steddieholidaydrabbles #platonic stobin #stobin ficlet #steve and robin #pre steddie #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #thisapplepielife: short fic #thisapplepielife: steddieholidaydrabbles

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blueraineshadows · 1 year

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A Mini Quidditch Surprise

Garreth Weasley x F!MC ❤️🌶

Spoiler/Trigger alert: This fic will have a pregnancy announcement

This fic is inspired by a Request from @simpy-slytherin 💜

The soft sounds of MC's moans drifted across the bedroom, the blankets were tangled, her hair was rumpled, and her fingers were buried deep into her husband's soft locks. His mouth pressed hot kisses across her skin, his tongue swirling softly, her hips flexing with the need to feel him inside her.

This was the best way to start the day.

Her breasts tingled, they felt heavy, aching, and she guided his head towards them. The shock of desire that speared her when his teeth grazed a nipple made her arch upwards. A cry left her lips. "Oh...Garreth," she moaned.

Encouraged by her reaction he gave her more attention and she was stunned at how sensitive she was, writhing and panting eagerly. His hand came up to cup the other breast, giving it a gentle squeeze and her eyes flew open. It was so sensitive it was almost pain.

"Fuck me," she begged. "Now!"

He glanced up at her, a little surprised at the vehement tone of her voice. "Wow, someone is horny this morning," he laughed.

She grabbed him, panting. "You have no idea!"

Happy to oblige, he did exactly as she bid. Every fibre of her was a blistering inferno, and she clung to him, urging him to go harder, faster, until his breaths were gasping through his lips.

Her release was swift, and he held her as she came undone around him, sweat beading both of their brows. She was trembling. He stared at her. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, a little stunned. "Yes, yes, I'm alright."

Garreth was washing up for work and MC was making some tea, early morning sunlight warming their kitchen. She swallowed and frowned, her stomach swirling. She slapped a hand to her mouth and ran, barely making it before she emptied herself. Garreth was standing there in a towel, toothbrush in hand, gaping.

"Merlin's beard," he said. He put a hand on her back, easing her gently to sit on the floor beside the bath tub. He grimaced, eyes creased with concern. "You're as pale as a ghost. Do you want me to fetch a nurse?"

She shook her head. "I will be alright," she insisted. She attempted a little smile, her stomach still sour and churning. "I'll be fine after a cup of tea."

Garreth was fussing over her, feeling helpless but wanting to be useful as she went about making that tea. She couldn't face any breakfast, and Garreth forced his own down his throat, his eyes constantly watching her. He didn't want to leave her, but she kissed his cheek and pressed some sandwiches wrapped in brown paper into his hand, sending him off on his way to work.

Once he was gone, MC took a deep breath and got ready to leave the house. They needed some shopping and a walk through the village might make her feel better.

The air was warm, spring would be melting into summer soon, and MC took some deep breaths. She thought the earth smelled stronger today, and as she passed the market stands, the scents and fragrances were an assault on her nose.

She paused at the fruit and veg stand, a hand on her stomach, that swirling sourness washing over her again. Then it passed and she took a shaky breath. The woman behind the stall looked at her, a little frown on her brow. "Are you alright, Mrs Weasley?"

"Yes, quite fine, thank you," MC replied. "Just a little off colour this morning."

The lady nodded, thinking for a moment. She reached forward to a little basket. "Here, take some of this," she said, holding out a chunk of ginger to MC. "Chew on it, or grind it up and pop it in your tea. Baking it into biscuits works as well. It did wonders for me when I was carrying my own youngsters."

MC stilled, her eyes on the ginger, and then swinging wildly up to the stall holder. She gaped and immediately shook her head. "Oh, no, there's no need..."

She trailed off, her mind whirring madly. They had been married about five months, five wonderful months of barely being able to leave their bed, wrapped up in each other's arms. A flush crept into her cheeks. She tried to remember her last bleed and couldn't believe she hadn't noticed the missed months.

The stall holder smiled knowingly and held the ginger out. "Take it, no charge," she said warmly. "Congratulations, my dear. The first baby is a wonderful experience, and I'm sure your husband is going to be delighted."

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MC took a day to collect her thoughts, her gaze drifting far off into the distance, her hand unconsciously placed over her abdomen. A baby. A tiny Weasley. Her eyes stung at the gift he had placed within her.

The sickness had faded as the day wore on, but returned again in the evening. Garreth was pacing, insisting on calling for the nurse. MC kept assuring him she was fine, tempted to put him out of his misery. But she held the words back. She wanted to make it special for him, not in the middle of holding her hair back while she threw up.

While he was at work the next day, MC took the Floo network to visit the nurse. After a full check up, she was declared as fit, well, and most definitely pregnant, around 8 weeks.

On her way home, MC passed a shop window display that caught her eye, she paused to look closer and smiled. She had an idea on how to tell Garreth the news.

MC was sitting on the rug by the fire when Garreth came home, her heart fluttering, hands a little sweaty. While he came from a large family, they hadn't really discussed children yet. They had been so caught up in their own little bubble of wedded bliss it just hadn't happened.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. He quickly shrugged off his coat and came to her, dropping to his knees taking her hand in his. He kissed her forehead. "I missed you today."

"I went into town," she said. She gave his hand a squeeze. "I...I have a gift for you."

A confused smile lifted his lips. "For me? Whatever for? It's not my birthday."

"Because I love you," she shrugged. Her heart was pounding. "Does there have to be another reason?"

His cheeks blushed pink. "I suppose not. Although, I have nothing to gift you in return, and I love you just as much, actually I reckon I might love you more. Everyone always said I was duelling above my weight with you. I'm a lucky devil."

She laughed, moving up onto her knees to kiss his lips. "I'm the lucky one," she said, softly. "And anyway, you have already given me the most precious thing a wife could wish for."

He tilted his head a little, his eyes searching hers curiously. She squeezed his hand again before letting go and retrieving a little burgundy box from under the chair. She held it out to him, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip.

He eyed the box, he looked a little nervous, but curious all the same. "Nothing is going to jump out and explode or anything, is it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Isn't that more your style?"

"Good point," he said grinning. He took the box and lifted the lid. He saw the tissue paper with the logos for his favourite Quidditch team printed all over it. He raised an eyebrow. "You bought me Quidditch merchandise? I thought you said I already owned too much!"

She sighed and gave him a nudge. "Just open it already, for goodness sake!"

"Alright, alright," he laughed. She clasped her hands together tightly as he pulled back the tissue paper. His hands stilled, and his eyes flew to hers. A strange sound left his throat.

MC held her breath. He picked up the little baby sleepsuit folded neatly inside and held it up, the outfit unfolding to reveal the Quidditch team logo on the front, the soft cotton in the team colours.

His fingers shook and his throat was working hard as he attempted to swallow. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

MC could feel her lungs screaming for air, the moment hanging tense, as he just stared at the little sleepsuit. And then she gasped, air rushing into her lungs as he crushed the little suit to his face, leant forwards and something like a muffled sob reached her ears.

"Garreth?" She croaked. She put a hesitant hand on his head. "Garreth...speak to me, oh gods...are you...are you upset?"

Her heart squeezed. He shook his head, sucking in a breath, and then he was upright and reaching for her, pulling her against him. "Oof," she grunted. He held her so tightly, his face buried in her hair. "I love you so fucking much," he groaned.

A huff of relieved laughter burst from her lips. Then he was kissing her face, his lips everywhere, his hands cupping her head. He pulled back, the hugest grin on his face. He held up the sleepsuit again and laughed, hugging it to chest. "Are you really up the duff? Like, for real?"

She put a hand to her forehead, shaking her head, laughter bubbling up her throat. "Oh, Garreth, yes. We are having a baby."

He looked down at the sleepsuit. "This is perfect, I can't wait to show everyone. Mum is going to be so thrilled!"

"So, you're happy?" She asked.

He gazed at her, eyes wide. "Are you kidding? This is brilliant! I'm going to be a dad!"

His face dropped in sudden shock. "Fuck, I'm going to be a dad." He frowned a little. "What if I fuck this up? I'm a walking disaster most of the time, I'm going to be awful at this!"

She reached for him, grabbing his shoulders. "Don't you ever say that again," she said. "I love you Garreth Weasley, even when you drive me nuts with your wild ideas, and your baby will love you too. You will be a fantastic father!"

He looked uncertain, almost shy. She took his hand and placed it on her tummy. "I'm scared too, but we can figure it out together, right?"

His eyes softened and he looked down as he gave her tummy a little rub. Then he grinned and bent to press a kiss there. "Hello, my little Weasley bean," he said to her tummy. "I'm your daddy, and I'm going to teach you everything I know. We are going to have so much fun."

MC wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry at that thought, either way, her heart was feeling rather full in that moment. She had never felt so grateful for what she had.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x garreth weasley #garreth weasley #blueraineshadows

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simsycatx · 5 months

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House Tour: 715 Falls Park Drive

Watch the House Tour

2 Bed 2 Full Bath Mudroom Coffee Nook Walk in Closet Price: §117,301 Lot Size: 20 x 20

Occupant: Jennifer Smallwood

CC/DLC List below along with my ramblings/notes on the build too :)

Gallery ID: SimsyCatx - tick to show custom content and use bb.moveobjects

I wanted this home to be super cosy with "Live Love Laugh" vibes. Very much decorated with a feminine eye with lots of cute B&M/Best Buy/cheap & cheerful clutter decor.

I have play-tested this and it all works except the two bathroom sinks because the sinks aren't designed for those counters. I'm guessing the counters are too high which puts the sinks too high to use. I did try to play around and try and get it working but couldn't manage it. It doesn't bother me (it kinda eliminates the dishwashing in the bathroom) so I left it for the ✨ aethestic✨ but they can easily be replaced if you want!

I've also removed the custom images in the bedroom (you can see them in the video), just because they are boudoir shots :)

DLC LIST:

Essential: For Rent High School Years Cottage Living Eco Living Seasons Get Together

Non-Essential: Growing Together - lamps & light Island Living - landscaping plant Get Famous = stairs Cats & Dogs- sculptures City Living - Rug Get to Work - sculpture Dream Home Decorator- plant Dine Out -plant Spa Day - towel Outdoor Retreat - condiment clutter My First Pet Stuff - blinds Romantic Garden - landscape flowers Free Holiday Pack - lights

CC LIST:

by House of HarlixORJANIC Brick Foundation Sectional Sofa Curtain Right & Left - Short Cushion 1 & 2 BAYSIC A good chunk of it BAFROOM Scrub Bathtub Shampoo Towel Rack Toilet roll Soap Dispenser Face Cloth KICHEN Rubber Plant Olive Oil Lovely Lady Bush Cabinets Shallow Counter Wine Rack Glass Pendant Short Chopping Board Set Bay Tree HARLUXE Sink Beach Bag Coffee Table JARDANE A good chunk LIVIN' RUM Stacking Box Tiny Tray Remote Simsung Frame TV Magazine End Table Book Series

by The Clutter Cat Understairs Shelf - Short

by @simcredibledesignsOh Reykjavik Paintings Cushions Zara Bed Nothing to Fear Geomentric Shelves Silky Intentions Toilet Brush Lotions Nuance Mugs Scandi Fever Sideboard Plant 2 3 Cushions TV Rug Naturalis Hanging Plant tall Hanging Plant Suculenta Coffee Maker Calligaris Purse Rug Sandals Purse Rack Hanger Welcome Sculpture Paper Shop Bag Botts Bag Rack Country Coffee Flower Straws Wall Mug Board Painting 1 & 2 Deco Cutting Board Capsule Tower Capsules Pomeriggio Candle Jules Sandals Lipstick Dream English Latitude Make Up Trays Toilet Brush Shampoos Cotton Swabs Agata Candle - Small Keep Life Simple Bathroom Towel Toilet Bidet Bedroom Mirror La Femme Painting Small Go Trendy Plant Bottle Spotlight Desk Daydreamer Pillow Love the Less Sphere Glass Cloche Decor Cotton Plant 4 Cushions

by @onyxsimsExcelsior Toilet Paper Toilet Paper Holder Free Standing

by @simkoosMorning Routine Closet Clutter Shoe Box Plant Mum II Mini Plants Eucalyptus v2 Cup of Straws Metal Tongs Tiny Living Room Television - Standing Thermos Makeup Palette Hanging Purse Shoe Box Storage Container V1 & V2 Stacked Cups Napkin Holder Cup of Straws

by @pralinesims Decal Posters 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, & 2

by @awingedllama Blooming Rooms Plants Paranormal Plants Apartment Therapy v2

by @soloriyaBarber Shop Decor Hair Mousse Hair Spray

by @lapanemona Harmony Set

by @syboubouCountry Kitchen Glass Jars Pot Holder Olive Oil, Pepper & Salt Induction Stove Kitchen Sink Millennial Utensils Rack Utensils Pot Wall - Halftiles Wall - FulTiles Dish soap Breadbox Life Living Room TV Remote Magazine Pile Candles Life Bathroom Razor and Cream Toilet Deodorant Soap Products Bathroom Mens Products Sophie Cushions

by @nynaevedesign Breeze Plants & Planters Kala Bathroom Soap Dish Towel V2 & V3 Toothpaste Toothbrush Soap Dispenser Lyne House Number & Lights Set Amber Bathroom Glasses

by @redheadsims-cc Nintendo Switch

by @sims4luxury2022 Christmas Collab Star Clock Rug Collection #8 White Siding Wood Wallpaper Norrland Plain Wallpapers Grassy Cobblestone Floor Farmhouse Entry Square Artwalls Doormats

by @peanutbutterjelly02 Functional Photo Frames

by Mutske Wonders of Ivy

by @peacemaker-ic Matilda Mudroom Pointless Renovation Short 2 Tile Arch Colour Me Rug - Beige, White, and Brown Gently Draping Curtains

by SnootySims Asymmetrical Vase Small Candle Scent Diffuser Home Design Books Ceramic Vase Ceramic Bowl Candle Lamp

by @ravasheencc Never Been Bedder Platform Bed Frame - Double Nothing Else Matters Mattress - Double Binge Innking Stacked Books

by Severinka Mirror Arrows Mirror Lotus Cleo Hallway Floor Mirror

by @xplatinumxluxexsimsx Luxe Hair Tools Set Wall Letters Chanel Tennis Rackets Chanel Tennis Racket Case Chanel Tennis Balls

by @mechtasimsWelcome Home Cookie tin Clock Moonstone Hanging Dima Mirror

by @madameriasims4Back to Basics Tile Wall Pot Holder Wall & Flat Wall Paint Coffee Tin Modular Shelves

by @kerriganhouse Dormitory Fairy Lights

by @pierisim Winter Garden Pillow

by @networksims Modera Coasters Legacy Coasters

by @kliekie Open Shower

by @arwenkaboomBluem Office Books 7 Arran Wall Tiles Fridge Floor Tiles Dish Rack

by @pinkbox-anye Holly Trinket Dish Jade Roller

by @sooky88 Bath & Bodyworks Candles

by NOSTYLEWOODLAND NSWL Shampoo Lobhe Mirror Folfor Large Mirror ALAS Wall Shelf

#ts4 home tour #ts4 builds #sims 4 houses #sims 4 lots #sims 4 cosy builds #showusyourbuilds #simblr #sims 4 interior #ts4 decor #I used a shit ton of CC again the list is so long but it's all beautiful and I can't not use it anymore #sims 4 cc builds

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sims4t2bb · 24 days

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4 Topics - Broken Link, Item Converted, etc.

1.) Q. The link to item X is broken

- The link to the item Astro Solar System Light from TS4 Base Game converted by SkittlesSims is broken, or rather, their entire page of content is wiped…I’m not too sure if their page was wrongfully terminated, …possibly hacked? or maybe they have deactivated and a bot has taken over their url.

I did find the original post archived on other tumblrs and I managed to get to the simfileshare page and download it from there.

Here is the link below:

https://www.simfileshare.net/download/2883423/

RAR Name: SkittlesSims_4t2_OBJAstroSolarSystem.rar (193.9 kB)

2.) Q. Has item X been converted? / mislabeled on accident

The item ‘Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub’ from TS4 BG was converted by TheNinthWave in the Sims 4 Bathroom Set from October 22, 2019.

http://www.theninthwavesims.com/2019/10/the-sims-2-sims-4-base-game-bathroom-set.html

The set includes the following Sims 4 BG items:

a) ‘Antique Toilet’

b) 'Pure Simplicity Sink’

c) 'Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub’

On accident, your 4t2 Base Game Buy page you have the 'Floral Hygiene Clawfoot’ Tub flagged as converted and have attached the same link for the 'Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub’ to it.

The two items look practically the same, this was an easy mistake just waiting to happen.

3.) Q. I installed item X in my game, but it’s broken. Help!

- Unfortunately, after installing TheNinthWave’s 4t2 conversion of the Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub, it has a blue shadow underneath the tub? no. it’s a blue block? maybe, water texture? I’m not too sure what it is. Please correct me if I’m wrong and educate me on the right terminology.

As well as, the Perfectly Simplicity Sink has an 'issue’ with counters, again this is what I saw in my game (this could be different in others) in which the counter shows in the sink.

I have provided the link to the CC by TheNinthWave again for your convenience below:

http://www.theninthwavesims.com/2019/10/the-sims-2-sims-4-base-game-bathroom-set.html

I do want to mentioned, I promptly messaged TheNinthWave first via Tumblr before messaging you about this. I have not received a response yet, however I only messaged them a few moments ago!!

4.) Optional Read/Answer Q. Are there TS4 Base Game Items not included in your catalog?

Correct me if I’m wrong, but are there some items from TS4 Base Game not included/listed on your buy catalog?

For example, this 4t2 conversion by Veranka:

https://veranka-downloads.tumblr.com/post/118789952976/4t2-kitchen-deco-download

Which includes items such as:

Honeycomb Bottle Holder

Modernist Paper Towel Dispenser

Positronic Pro-Magnetic Knife Rack

Pro-Quality Knife Block Set

RAW Antique Teapot

etc.

Are these items from TS4 Base Game?

I haven’t played since 2018, so my memory is blurry.

Anyways, I hope this is useful and thank you so much for your time and dedication for our community! :)

Take care,

Cae

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Thank you for your submission! Good catch, the broken link has been fixed and so has the mix-up with the bathtubs. As for the problem with the conversion, we cannot provide technical support, so messaging the creator would be the best option here.

There are indeed some items missing from our Base Game page, as it’s still a work in progress, but we’re happy to say these (and more!) items have finally been added - unfortunately this made the BG page too long and we were forced to separate Decorative items from the rest of Buy Mode. The new page is available here!

Thank you again for your submission!

#submission #Mod Fee

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sevcasejay1chicago · 2 years

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Breathe Through It -Jay Halstead

Summery: You’ve been sick all week. Jay comes back home to find you burning up and does his best to help you.

Warnings: mentions of panic attacks, vomiting, fever, allusion to nudity

Authors note: I have one pending request but I have actually be so sick all week. This is a piece I wrote a while ago, but seemed fitting for me after this last hellish week. I hope you enjoy!

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You had been sick all week. Asthma issues and fevers. Low oxygen levels and migraines. Jay had been trying to help you, but got pulled into a case. He had Will come by and check you out, prescribing steroids and puffs of your inhaler every four hours. You didn’t like it, but it was either this or go to Med, which you wouldn’t do, so you didn’t have a choice.

Once Will left, you called Jay and told him everything. He was satisfied enough with what his brother did for you, but he knew why you were not keen on taking all the steroids. Jay has seen you have many panic attacks within the past two years of your relationship and even before.

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You had fallen asleep waiting on Jay. Your sickness weighing you down and knocking you out on the couch. You were dressed in nothing but a pair of undergarments and Jay’s army sweatshirt. The steroids made you hot, but your anxiety was also ramped, so you wrapped yourself up in Jay’s scent and had Captain America: The First Avenger on tv. Jay came home to find you where you fell asleep, but he could see your discomfort from the door.

“Baby?” Jay whispered, putting his gun and shield in the lock box by the couch as he sat next to you. Jay reached for your forehead, finding it radiating heat. “Damn baby.” Jay muttered, grabbing your hand. “Sweetheart, wake up. Your burning up.” Jay said, clutching your hand in one hand and pushing fly aways back with the other.

You moaned, your breaths coming in short and quick as Jay touched you and attempted to rouse you. You were having a fever/steroid induced nightmare. “Oh God. Jay.” You murmured. “Don’t go.”

“Baby. Sweet girl, I’m right here. Open your eyes for me.” Jay urged, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. He knew it wouldn’t be great to force you awake, but you were breathing way too fast. A slight wheeze could be heard between the two of you. “Y/n.” Jay said firmly, pulling you up and into his chest. “You have to wake up. Open your eyes.”

You could hear Jay’s voice deep within your nightmare. He needed you to wake up. Something was wrong. You pushed through the fog and woke up coughing, immediately noticing your lack of air. “Jay.” You gasped out, clutching onto his jacket.

“Alright, Alright. Sh Sh Sh.” Jay shushed, pulling you further into him. “Hang on baby.” Jay leaned forward and scooped up your rescue inhaler. He placed it to your lips and helped you take it. You closed your eyes and tried to relax, but you felt wired.

You stood as soon as you felt the asthma attack just turn into panic. You immediately started pacing, ripping the pony tail holder out of your hair and rubbing your fingers through your hair instead. “Jay. I-I.” You looked at him with wild eyes. You hated this feeling, and Jay knew it was coming, but it still scared the hell out of both of you. Just as Jay stood to approach, you felt a wave of nausea hit and ran toward the kitchen.

“Fuck.” You barely heard Jay mutter as you ran. You could hear him right behind you. Jay was quick to catch up and pulled your hair back as you lent over the lip of the sink and dry heaved. “It’s alright. Breathe through it.” Jay whispered, rubbing your back. “I’ve gotcha. It’s alright hunny.” Jay leaned forward and grabbed a paper towel, flipping the handle to wet it under the faucet and place it on your neck.

You shivered, reaching back to hold onto Jay as you heaved again, this time bringing up some of the soup Will had convinced you to eat. You moaned, dots dancing in your vision as two more heaves brought up all of the fluids Will had managed to push.

Jay grimaced but stood firm. He grabbed the hair tie from your wrist and quickly put your hair up. You were trying to get yourself grounded, and Jay could see it, but you needed to hold his hand. He knew you also liked your back rubbed when you were throwing up, so once your hair was up, Jay took one of your hands and squeezed, using the other to rub your back.

You stood panting over the sink for a few minutes. Jay held you just like you so desperately needed and took long, loud calming breaths to help bring you back down. Once the adrenaline started to die out, you slowly leaned back into Jay as your legs began to give out under you.

“Woah.” Jay gasped, catching you around the waist. “Alright. Easy baby.” Jay soothed, guiding you down to the floor. Jay helped you lean back against the cabinet doors, kneeling in front of you and taking your face into his hands. “Eyes on me.”

You opened your eyes, holding Jay’s wrists in your hands. You locked eyes with your boyfriend and he could see the plea for help. This was one thing Jay loved about your relationship. After being partnered up for years and dating for two, you guys didn’t need words anymore.

“I’m here. Your not alone.” Jay whispered, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. You felt a little cooler, but still too warm. “Listen to me. You hear me okay?” Jay asked, knowing you get some ringing in your ears when it was this bad. You nodded in reply. “Good. Good girl.” Jay breathed, giving you a small smile. “I’m here. We are safe. This is the steroids and the fever, okay?”

Again, you nodded and leaned your head back, sucking in a big breath and slowly releasing it away from Jay’s face. Even with how sick you were, you still wanted to save Jay from your vomit breath.

“There you go sweetheart.” Jay whispered, holding the back of your neck loosely in one of his hands. “In and out. Just like that.” He coached. Jay spent about 5 minutes on the floor with you. You were sure that the worst was past, but Jay wanted to make sure. He wasn’t risking putting you through this again tonight.

“Sorry.” You finally breathed out, loosening your hold on your boyfriend.

“None of that.” Jay whispered, leaning up to kiss your forehead. “How yah doin?”

“Feel like I’m on fire actually.” You muttered, wiggling uncomfortably under Jay’s hoodie. Jay nodded and took the hint, pulling his sweatshirt off of your head to reveal you in nothing but a sports bra and underwear. “Thanks.”

“No problem babe.” Jay muttered, tossing the hoodie to the side. There was no hint of sexual desire in his voice or face. Just pure concern as he gently pulled you up and then lifted you in his arms bridal style.

“Can we shower?” You asked, burying your face into Jay’s neck.

“Just what I was thinking.” Jay said, continuing his stride to the bathroom. Jay sat you down on the counter, plucking the thermometer into your mouth before going to turn on the water. Jay got it to room temp just as the thermometer beeped. “What’s it say?” Jay called from under his shirt as he started stripping out of his clothes.

“101.4” you sighed, tossing the device to the side. You closed your eyes and leaned back against the mirror. This really sucked.

“Alright baby. Come on.” Jay whispered, pulling you toward him. He watched as your eyes lazily opened. You were exhausted. Jay helped you peel the sports bra and panties off and walked you into the shower.

“Jesus Jay!” You gasped as soon as you got under the water. You tried to back out, but you were met with a solid chest.

“No ma’am.” Jay whispered. “You are running a fever. It’s luke warm. Let’s get your temp down and both of us washed and then we can go snuggle in bed.” Jay soothed, turning you to face him.

You sighed and buried your face into Jays neck, seeking his warmth. You knew fighting him would be a losing battle, so you let him lead you back under the water. You stayed close, shivering violently as Jay washed you up. Once you were clean, and obviously cooler, Jay sent you out to get dried off while he quickly washed himself.

Once Jay was done, he came out of the bathroom to check on you only to find you half asleep on the closet floor. You had managed to pull on some underwear, but you were curled around one of Jay’s shirts, using it as a pillow. Jay smiled sweetly down at you and gently lifted you, carrying you to bed. He didn’t even bother attempting to put one of his shirts on you, opting to place you under the covers and crawl right in with you. You were both hot sleepers anyways, so Jay wasn’t worried about clothes tonight.

“Your safe. Sleep well baby girl.” Jay whispered, pulling you into him and rubbing your back lightly until he drifted off to sleep right behind you.

#jay halstead #jay halstead fluff #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x sick!reader #vomiting #emeto tw #emeto

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ashe-smash · 9 months

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Steam ❤️‍🔥

Endeavor x Reader (SFW)

Freshly divorced, the Hero Commission decides Enji Todoroki needs a “vacation.” He doesn’t like it but with everything that happened with the war, with Touya, maybe it’s for the best. They send him somewhere cold, in the mountains. The Commission picked it knowing his tendency to overheat, but Enji thinks it’s some sort of bitter reminder of his wrongs.

Japan is still healing from the war, learning to trust heroes again- and they certainly aren’t going to put their trust onto him first. Even if he is the current holder of the “number one” status. He’s not so sure how long he’s going to remain that- especially after his son’s class graduates from UA.

He meets you right after deboarding off of the private plane he flew in. You’re a sweet local from the resort, the commission arranged for you to attend to whatever needs he has during his stay. He doesn’t need help with his luggage, but you do anyway. Enji is a guest, you treat him as such. Nothing more, nothing less.

He’s staying at a little ski resort. You have him check in at the main lodge- but that’s not where he’s staying. He’s been booked one of the private cabins… but that’s not all- you’re also staying in the cabin. Your permanent lodging is elsewhere but you’ve opted to stay in the smaller spare room in the cabin.

You assure him, you’re only here to assist as needed. You’ll stay out of his hair as much as possible. Just for some light housekeeping and attending to his meals and such.

You’re so nonchalant about the whole situation. About him. Like you have no clue about who he is, which is likely impossible. The commission surely briefed you about the situation. Honestly he only sees you a few times a day- you come and go as needed. Bringing him fresh towels and such, making coffee in the morning, ferrying away dirty dishes from his meals. You give him a key to the gym and the pool so he can use it while it’s closed to the general public. After dinner you usually slink into “your” room for the night.

Enji should be relaxing, which is unsurprisingly hard for him to do. He works out as he usually does, catches up on paper work. He’s restless, a little annoyed by this whole situation. He just has to wait it out, go back home and return to hero work. Return to trying to repent.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this but I see it coming to a head during a snow storm. Power goes out, and you’re snowed in together. Holed up together in the main room of the cabin with the fireplace lit, to keep the warmth in. Enji is fine thanks to his quirk, but he can tell you’re not faring quite as well.

He assumed that being a local, one who grew up here their whole life you’d be used to this weather. But you’re sitting maybe far to close to the fire, dressed in more clothes than is probably actually comfortable. Hands curled into the sleeves of your sweater as you read a book to pass the time.

But ever so often, he can hear the clink of your teeth as you shiver. It’s not cuddling but you do end up awfully close to him, your legs could brush against each other. One of his big arms is draped on the back of the couch, still not touching you but still around you.

You stop shivering.

After that, he realizes it’s nice to peacefully cohabitate with someone. Maybe this is good practice. Not that it really matters, it’s not like Enji really has anyone at home to return to.

Maybe it’s so easy because this feels like a fresh start. Not that he should be given the grace of one. But for this short time- this “vacation” maybe he can allow it. Then when he returns home he can fight tooth and nail to atone. Not redemption, but to try to repent. But for now, on those cold mountains he can try to let the ice on his soul finally melt away.

(I have some other musings with this scenario but I don’t know if I could write a full fic. Maybe I’ll share them later.)

#ashesmash writes #bnha x reader #mha x reader #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki x reader #self shipping

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Werewolf (Camden) x human female reader ~ Part 3

Heads up, this chapter contains incest. If that's not your cup of tea then it's time to click outta here.

Also, this is (I think) the first time I'm using Y/n. I kind of like it. This way I don't have to find ways to go around mentioning a name nor do I have to give the reader a name that the actual reader may not like!

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"Calm down, Y/n!" Arch says, grunting as he lifts his unconscious brother off the floor. "He'll be fine."

"He doesn't look fine to me!" You bawl back. "He looks like he got jumped- Oh my god, are those knife wounds?"

Arch kicks open the bathroom door open and ease Camden into the bathtub.

"He's going to shift soon, so I want to get him clean before I take a look at his wounds."

"Shift? Isn't he already?" You shuffle into the bathroom after Arch, too anxious to do anything else but twist your fingers together.

"No, he's going to shift into a human form," Arch says, turning on the water and pointing the showerhead at the wall to give it time to warm up.

"It's a defense mechanism to protect werewolves while they heal."

"But he's gotten hurt before and he never had to..."

"He's more than just a little hurt," Arch says tensely.

"But is he-"

"Christ Jesus, can you just help me?" Arch snaps, his ears flicking back.

You're stunned into silence, and simply nod mutely and begin to help remove Camden's ruined clothing. Arch sighs.

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine. I always get a little stupid when I'm shocked," you reply. "Seeing him come in and drop like that..."

"Either way, I shouldn't have yelled," Arch says, adding sheepishly, "I still haven't taken my meds and between the two of you, it's very hard to concentrate."

"Should I leave? Will that help?"

"I'm not a caveman," Arch snorts, opening a bottle of bodywash. "Camden needs both of us."

"Won't the soap get in his cuts?" You ask as he passes it to you.

"Yes, but he needs to get clean. God knows where he was before this," Arch sighs. "Although I have a pretty good idea..."

"Um, is this supposed to happen?" You grimace as fur begins to sluice off Camden"s legs.

"Yes. He's shifting."

"Okay. Okay, I can do this. All his fur is falling off, but it's fine. It's going to be okay."

"You're freaking out," Arch says. "Take a deep breath."

"Okay. Deep breaths," you obey his order, grimacing at the fur sliding down the drain.

After a few minutes of gently washing your boyfriend down, he begins to look human. His fangs retract and so do his claws. Even his hands and feet look human. For some reason, his facial hair remains. You didn't even know he had any and you laugh slightly at how rugged it makes him look.

"Is he going to be okay?" You murmur, leaning against Arch, who tenses slightly.

"This is always the hardest part," he replies. "But our wounds heal best when we let our bodies do the work. In a few hours, he should be much better."

"Can I get some fresh air?" You squeak because the mingling scent of blood and bodywash is wreaking havoc on your stomach.

Plus, seeing your boyfriend's wounds slowly stitch themselves together like a sped-up timelapse isn't making you feel any better.

"Take your time," Arch says. "When his wounds close up a little more, I'll put him in the bed."

You head into the kitchen and notice the trail of drying blood droplets on the floor. After a few rounds of damp paper towels, the floor is clean. You wash your hands again and at this point, your nerves are through the roof, so you boil some water and brew a herbal tea, hoping to calm your nerves. You take the mug of tea with you and slip into Arch's bedroom. It's very clean, except for the desk in the corner which is a colorful tornado of sketches, tubes of paint, and various handle-less and chipped mugs repurposed as brush holders.

You pull the duvet back and plump up the pillows. Arch comes in a moment later, with Camden swaddled in a fluffy towel.

"Thanks," he says to you, carefully putting his brother down.

"No problem," you respond. "Now what do we do?"

"You're welcome to stay, Y/n. Camden would like that."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose... Ugh, fine. How can I say no when you look at me like that?" You grumble playfully. "I'm exhausted, though. Is it okay if I sleep over?"

"My bed is big enough," Arch says, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at his brother.

You only hesitate for a moment.

"Okay." You ease onto the bed and curl up next to Camden, staring at his human face.

He's handsome like this, but you prefer his natural form. You don't mean to fall asleep, but in the end, you do.

You wake up because you're far too hot. One werewolf is one thing, but two are like a furnace that you don't need. You slowly come back to yourself from your empty dreams, lying there and debating whether to get a glass of water. Suddenly the bed shifts and a cold, wet nose presses against your neck and you flinch, looking up into Camden's eyes. He's back to his werewolf form and he's very quiet, simply gazing at you.

"Camden?" You whisper, and his ears flick.

He pulls himself up on his elbows and shakes his fur out, digging his clawed hands into the mattress next to your head. You don't like this quiet version of him, the way he stares like he isn't quite seeing you. You try to sit up, but his lips curl back and he bares his teeth at you. You let out a quiet breath and sink back down slowly.

"Okay," you whisper to him. "I'm not going to run away."

Does he know that? Does he even hear you?

You use your foot to kick the sleeping Arch in the side until he grunts and rolls over, blinking his eyes open sleepily. He takes in the sight of Camden crouched over you, leaning down to bite.

"Oh shit," he says, and shoves Camden to the side.

The air is suddenly filled with tension. Camden snarls and lunges at his brother and they fall off the bed, snapping at each other.

"What are you doing?" You cry out, ripping the bedsheets off of you and leaning over the edge of the bed.

"Keeping him from biting you," Arch grunts in exertion as he tries to keep Camden from biting him as well.

"Is he in heat? I've never seen him look so out of it before," you reach over and snap on the night light, then gape at what you see.

Camden's dick, simply put. It's peeking out of its sheath, dripping. Dripping onto Arch's stomach.

"Um..." Your eyes are the size of saucers. "What's going on?"

"This is a terrible time," Arch groans, huffing as he catches his brother's scent. "Werewolves coming out of a healing shift are very territorial and often stuck in a haze of primal instinct. Mix that with a rut and you've got a nightmare on your hands."

You stare dumbly for a moment, and then you giggle.

"And what's so funny about this?" Arch snaps, twisting out of reach of his brother's fangs, pushing him away.

Camden isn't deterred and begins to circle him, looking for a weak spot.

"Camden isn't the only one having trouble," you snicker, and then clear your throat. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't even find this funny!"

Arch looks down at himself and swears. "It's too late to take the pills. They'll just make it worse. You need to get me the handcuffs."

"What now?" You blink.

"Both of us are in heat. If I start to haze as well, I'll do something I will regret. And it isn't safe for you either."

"I'm staying. I'm not leaving you two when you're this vulnerable," you cross your arms. "Besides, I really don't want to go back to my apartment alone."

You give him a pleading look. He sighs.

"Fine. Just get me the handcuffs. They're in the bottom drawer in the bathroom."

"Okay." You hurry to retrieve them.

You find them, two pairs of heavy cuffs. They look like they are real silver too. You hurry back to the bedroom, only to stop short in the doorway. The brothers haven't torn each other to bits, but they seem to have gotten a little caught up. With the gold dominating Arch's eyes, it isn't hard to see that he's slipping into a haze as well. You're sure that not going to make this any better.

Camden is on the floor, his wrists pinned back by one of Arch's hands. He's alternating between baring his neck and snapping his teeth like he can't decide whether to submit or fight. His hips raise, pressing against Arch, seeking any kind of friction. Although Arch growls, he doesn't stop him either. Your lips are parted in surprise, and despite yourself, you draw in a breath, taking in the scene.

Should you be watching this? Should you stop them? Maybe. But you don't. You put the handcuffs down on the floor in easy reach and step closer. The fur of the two almost glows in the beam of the night light as they tangle together, whisking tails, bared teeth, and shared breaths. It's so startlingly intimate, it turns you on.

God, it shouldn't, but it does.

You touch Arch's shoulder, letting him register your presence. Camden's eyes are sparkling with tears as he whines in frustration, nostrils flaring as he catches your scent. His gaze flicks to you and he groans your name. Delighted that he's present enough to recognize you, you lean down and kiss him, sliding closer and slipping a hand over his broad chest.

"I'm here," you whisper.

He strains towards you, nuzzling against your neck, teeth against your skin.

"Camden," Arch warns throatily. "Don't bite her."

"I know," he replies, licking you instead.

Seeing that Camden is at least partially out of his haze, Arch reluctantly releases him and he leans into you, a rough purr rumbling in his chest.

"Please," he whimpers, clutching at the large t-shirt you're wearing. "Touch me."

You recall what happened the last time, and so you go slow and give him time to change his mind, running your hand up his thigh. He lifts his hips towards you, silently begging. Finally, your hand wraps around his cock and you suck in a breath at how big he is. Already, you're imagining how it would feel inside you. Camden whines, shuddering as you touch him, sweeping your thumb over the dripping head of his cock.

You can't stop yourself from leaning forward to get a taste, swirling him into your mouth and wrapping your tongue around his length like a velvet blanket. His hands clutch carefully at your hair and even as he pushes you down and coaxes you to take more of him in, he remains gentle.

Through the haze of your arousal, you hear Camden rasping out,

"You want to fuck her, don't you? You want to fuck my girlfriend."

Oh, shit. You lift your head and look at Arch, whose eyes are consumed with gold as he slowly strokes his cock, panting. "Yes," he hisses, his eyes glued on you. "She's so fucking pretty and she smells amazing."

Your lips curve into a coy grin as you tilt your hips in the air and wiggled your butt at him.

"Well? What are you waiting for?"

Arch just about attacks you, pushing the hem of the shirt up around your hips and ripping your panties off, pressing wild kisses to the backs of your thighs, growling as he finds particular spots that make you moan. When his tongue presses against your cunt, you see sparks.

You're already so wet that he doesn't need to take long to prepare you, nor do you want him to. You ache to be filled. Arch's hands grip your hips and he rasps out a warning.

"If I start, I don't think I can stop. Are you sure you want this?"

You lift your mouth off of Camden's cock to gasp impatiently,

"Just fuck me already!"

Arch's cock presses against your sensitive skin, and he rocks his hips, bumping his cock against your clit. When he finally thrusts into you, the force pushes you further down on Camden's cock and you fight not to gag, pulling up a bit as your eyes water. Camden is shuddering from the effort of holding back from ramming into your mouth.

You reward him for that, reaching down and cupping his balls and massaging them. The stimulation proves too much for him, and he begins to cum, whining breathily. You clasp his thighs and sputter at the copious amount of his climax. You manage to swallow some of it, but a lot of it runs from the corner of your mouth and drips from your chin.

You feel filthy and you love it. Arch growls at the sight, his body arching over your back as he shudders with each thrust.

"Cum inside me," you gasp. "Please!"

You are so going to regret saying that later, but right now, you don't care about anything other than reaching the high he's building you up to. Camden reaches down and rubs your clit, cooing encouragements to you. You're almost crying from the stimulation, as you clamp down on Arch's cock. With a muffled howl, he begins to spill into you.

The feeling of his hot cum inside you pushes you over the edge and you cum as well, spasming in pleasure. Arch pulls out before he can knot you, grabbing your jaw and kissing you roughly, licking his brother's taste from your lips. You feel Camden shuffle between your legs and your eyes fly open in alarm.

"Wait, I'm too sensitive!" You whimper, but he ignores you, thrusting his cock into your dripping cunt.

"Come on darling, you can take one more," Arch murmurs, kissing your forehead and rubbing your nipples until they harden again.

He props you against his chest so that you can see where you and Camden are connected, the way your pussy lips drag against his length, the lewd sounds your bodies make as they meet.

Dazedly, you wonder if you're dreaming.

Arch reaches down, teasing your clit with fingers that quickly get soaked by your juices. The three of you drag in ragged breaths, watching in fascination. Camden climaxes quickly with a grunt, gritting his teeth. Unlike his brother, he doesn't pull out, and his knot swells and presses against your entrance. The pressure makes you go dizzy. His knot finally pops in, locking him into place. Arch continues to rub your clit until you come to another orgasm, arching back against him.

You either pass out for a few seconds or you're so high that you're unaware of your surroundings, because when you finally come back to your senses, you're on the bed sandwiched between the two brothers. Camden is still locked inside you and will be for some time. You feel warm and relaxed. Camden's hands sweep over your body soothingly and Arch kisses your shoulder. Between their ministrations, you end up dozing off.

You're going to have a lot to talk about in the morning.

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You can't begin to imagine how difficult this was to write! I spent three days trying to think of another idea but it felt like Part 2 had set me on this path. Of course, I could have had Arch walk out but I liked that idea less.

Also, can you tell it has been a while since I wrote such spice? It was very awkward but I made it! I hope it was enjoyable at the least. <3

#exophilia #monster boyfriend #terato #werewolf #heat #rut

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