#c-v-c-e fic

[coping-via-clint-eastwood]

No work, only make out - Gil Grissom x Reader

(A/N: Very short vignette. Contains non-sexual biting.)

You were sitting at one end of the couch, your elbow on the armrest, your arm holding your head, squeezing it slightly to soothe the ache. You sighed, for you were struggling to read the paper your other hand was holding out in front of you, your eyes tired. The rest of your body also ached from fatigue. The lack of sleep combined with the stress was too much for you.

Gil dutifully trotted over, having sensed your distress like he always did. He sat down next to you. Without a single word, he pulled the paper from your hand and put it on the coffee table, then gathered you into his arms. Immediately, he started pressing kisses on your neck, sometimes nipping or sucking lightly, especially on your carotid arteries.

Your eyes fell shut in relief as you let out a long sigh, the harsh stimulation on your pulse points bringing your numb body back to life, and waking your mind up a little. You let yourself stretch as much as you could, until your hands came up to hold his face, and made his intense blue eyes meet yours, now with new life in them. You brought his head down so you could kiss, your eyes closing as your lips met. You practically breathed him in, like he was the very sustenance you needed to live.

Gil kissed you back just as heavily, if not moreso, moving on the couch so that his body could press yours down, knowing that you needed this. When you parted for air, he went right back to kissing your neck harshly. Sometimes, when he got tired of kissing, he massaged your neck with his fingers. It was not quite as effective, but it was enough to keep you feeling good until his mouth and teeth could return to your flesh.

[ashes-writing]

skin | the walking dead ; s.walsh

A/N ; As you all know good and well by now I am one thousand percent not sorry for sharing this. I probably should be, but alas, I'm not, so here we are. This takes place at the CDC and there are vague mentions of Lori. It's barely there, though.

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18+ only. Minors, don't you dare, oh my god. Go read fluff. Also, if you're not into shower sex, body fluids, biting/marking, nudity/peeping and p in v sex, you won't like this and should probably just skip to something else. Ignoring this warning is strictly your own fault.

“Only one room left.” Shane said it with a shrug as he gazed down at you. You popped a bubble with the gum in your mouth and stared right back. “Take it. I can sleep on a couch or somethin.” you answer after a minute or two.

“Or,” Shane rubbed his hand over the back of his head as he took a deep breath, “We could share th’ room. Ain’t like it’s a big deal, right?”

Dark brown eyes were searching yours. Probably looking for any sign of fear -or everyone else’s second favorite emotional response when it came to him, loathing. It shouldn’t have shocked him when he found neither emotion displayed in your eyes but somehow, it still managed to. 

 You licked your lips and tried to swallow down the massive lump in your throat as you shuffled your feet against the hallway floor. You leaned against one of the cool brick walls of the hallway and shrugged. “We could.” you answer after a pause that felt heavy and lasted just a little too long. Your hand tangles in your hair and dark brown eyes follow the movement intently. He’s sizing you up. Waiting for an actual answer one way or another. You laugh softly as you step just a little closer to him. “Am I makin you nervous… Officer?” you toy with the button on his dark blue button up just a little and focus your eyes on the muscular patch of skin left exposed by the fact that he’s left the top two buttons to the shirt undone. Just the faintest hint of coarse and dark chest hair. Just a hint of old ink peeking out that draws your attentive gaze as your tongue softly drags over the outline of your lips.

He takes a breath and it’s shaky. And he snorts at the question you asked seconds before. “Kinda think I’m th’ one makin you nervous…Princess.” he tacks on the term because he knows that princess and any other cutesy little nickname, those tend to get you real irritated, real fast.

It’s a little game you two have been playing since you found the group and were talked into joining up by one of the women, a real nice lady named Carol. You’d come to think of her as the mother you never really got. And if Carol were present to bear witness to the little scene unfolding between you and Shane right now, she would not be thrilled at all.

But it didn’t matter.

The simple fact of the matter was that there was only one room left to sleep in. Either you cohabitate or one of you sleeps down in the lobby where the two kids were camped out due to gaming consoles and all manner of other ways to keep themselves occupied.

And you could’ve easily chosen to do just that. You could’ve but honestly, the thought never really even crossed your mind. 

Boldly you look right up at him, twisting hair around your fingertip as he stares right back at you, waiting. A sarcastic gleam in deep dark eyes as he rubs his chin thoughtfully.

“Yeah, that’s a big ol’ firm no… Officer.” you do it right back, referring to him by his job title just like you’ve done since early on in joining the group when you surmised completely on your own that he had to have been in some kind of position of authority just because of the way he carried himself and because there was just something about the man that irked you instantaneous, he didn’t even have to try most of the time. You step towards the door of the room in question and you turn back to look at him as you lean against the cold metal of the closed door. “You comin or not? Because I’m going to take a shower. A real one.”

Shane rubs his chin again. He raises the bottle of Wild Turkey to his lips and takes a sip. You take a sip of your own chosen drink of choice and push open the door, letting it close swift behind you. At first you think for sure he’s chosen to go down and sleep in the community area on a blow up mattress but to your surprise, just as you’ve started the shower and the bathroom adjoining the little bedroom is starting to get real good and steamy, the door to the bedroom outside closes firm. And the lock clicks as the door is locked.

Shane moves around the little room and tosses down the gym bag with the few articles of clothing he’s still got onto the bed closest to a small window that kind of made him think of the cells down at King County Jail for a hot second or two.

He sinks down onto the edge of the bed to sit, his hands braced across his head as he’s bent it down. Taking a few deep breaths because honestly, he had to really stop and think about whether he wanted to spend the next stretch of time immeasurable ahead of you all with you so close underfoot again.

Everything about you has gotten under the man's skin and it’s the one thing he told himself he wasn’t going to allow to happen after the huge shit show with Lori Grimes that still hasn’t quite blown over. It’s an on-going internal struggle because despite telling himself he’s not letting it happen, he was the one who brought you to the group after saving your life in the first place. And for a while there, until you went on a supply run and came back with not only your own damn tent but a pretty damn big machete to use as a weapon, he’d been dealing with the struggle of having you underfoot constantly. Just always present. He’s only just gotten used to being alone again and now, here the two of you were… Sharing a space again.

The running water in the bathroom goes quiet and his head snaps up. He’s looking right at the door to the bathroom when you push it open and wander out, totally nude with wet vanilla scented hair piled up on top of your head.

When you see him, you freeze. He freezes too. And right along with both of you, time and space seems to freeze as well. You palm your face first and then remember to throw up your arms over your tits to at least pretend to have a little decency.

Thing is, you haven’t ever been one to bother with the formality of it. Working a club like you did before the world went to shit got you real comfortable with people seeing you in the flesh and in the flesh only.

Shane coughs and in a hurry, he drops his gaze and his little taunt from the hallway comes rushing back to you. Being the antagonistic type, you smirk. “Now who’s nervous, huh?” you call him out on the fact that you’re totally fine with flitting around the room bare naked and he’s the one looking down and away like he’s never seen a pair of titties in his whole entire life.

When everything about the man screams otherwise. You’d almost bet all the money left unguarded in the United States Federal Reserve that not only has he seen a lot of naked women before, he probably went through the women like a fish in water before the world went to shit. Probably had stupid reasons for ghosting them all and you laugh to yourself quietly about the thought while nodding to the open bathroom door. “Should be a little hot water left.”

“It’s at least 110 out. And yer takin a hot shower?”

“Keep your opinions on my hell water to yourself.” you smirk as you grab the first shirt you find spilled out on the second bed where you’d also dumped your clothing. The shirt is olive green. It’s too big for you, it hangs down to the middle of your thighs.

And it smells just like him. Earthy sweat and just the slightest hint of old detergent from the last attempt at washing clothes down in the quarry pond still lingers. Maybe it’s a power play on your end, maybe it’s the fact that the scent of him is so strong, so masculine that it makes you feel just a hint of safety, but either way, you don’t bother taking the shirt off once you realize what you’ve done.

His eyes are fixed on you, glued to your body. They travel up bare legs and he swallows hard, your eyes fix on the way his throat bobs just the slightest when he does it. He nods to the shirt. “ ‘At one’s dirty, woman.” and he digs around, tossing you his clean one, a simple black tee.

You turn the soft garment over in your hands and you bite your lip. Laugh softly to yourself. While you’re thrown for a loop over the little olive branch in your hand, Shane’s started to strip down himself across the room and it just so happens that you glance up and catch sight of him.

And now you’re the one who can’t seem to swallow down a massive lump in their throat. Now it’s your eyes roaming, taking in the muscles and the way they flex as he stretches his arms and rests his hands against the back of his head.

He just stands there. Can he feel you staring?

The question is answered when he turns to you with a teasing smirk. A wild gleam in dark brown eyes as he nods towards the shower. “I’m goin t’ cool off. Want me to leave th’ door unlocked case y’ need t’ get in, princess?”

There’s something different. Something huskier about the way he calls you princess this time. It brings back the last time he said it in a similar tone, early on. When you first joined the group and you awakened to find your injuries from a run in with another group bandaged and him sitting in an olive colored folding chair with his head down. Until he looked up and right at you.

He was the one who’d saved your life then. Brought you back to the group with him. And until you gor your own tent to sleep in, you’d shared the back of his Bronco with him.

And suddenly, you’re looking at the man in a whole new light. One that has your thighs clenched. Your heart racing just a little as you tug at wet hair and tilt your head just to continue staring. Your mouth opens but closes again. “Uh.” you stammer out after seconds stretch to hours in the blink of an eye somehow, “Could you?” the question comes quieter. A little syrupy toned and you want to kick yourself for it. Now is not the time to flirt, to try to push the man. It’s the end of the world, now is not the time to think with the sudden re-emergence of your sex drive.

But you just can’t help it.

Shane walks into the bathroom and the door shuts behind him. It’s left open a sliver and you notice that he’s taken the bottle of Wild Turkey into the shower with him.

You fall back against the empty bed of the two in the room and throw a hand up to your forehead dramatically. Then you pull yourself up to a sitting position and reach for the black shirt he’d handed you and you tug off the olive colored one you currently wore, tugging down the black one in it’s place.

After a good minute or two of quietly sipping your tequila and staring at that damned bathroom door, you take a few long and very shaky deep breaths and pull yourself off of the bed, slinking over to the door. Stepping into the room.

You can see him through the thin plastic curtain and you lean in the doorway, a leg crossed over the other one and your arms folded against your chest and you just… watch. Your mind racing as you try to find one good reason to stop yourself from what you want to do right now.

You can’t find one. And you shed the shirt, letting it settle on top of the pile of clothing he’d brought in for himself. You tug open the curtain and step in behind him just as he turns around to face you and you reach down, prying the green glass bottle he’d been chugging free from his hand, setting it out of the way of the water in the corner of the shower. 

Shane chuckles quietly. Brown eyes flit over your exposed body slow. Lingering.

You take the soap covered cloth from his hand and motion for him to turn away but he doesn’t. He steps closer instead. And with a quiet chuckle, he speaks up in that same husky tone.

“If I’d known y’ were gon do this, darlin..” he gasps as your hand raises and the soapy cloth makes contact with his chest, “Woulda just got in with you like I started t’.”

The confession does make your hand falter in it’s slow journey over his chest and you swallow hard as you try to figure out what to do with what he’s just said. Because this is… Huge. And the ramifications of getting entangled with somebody, especially now when it’s probably the worst idea in the world, especially considering it’s somebody like, well… Him.

But you knew exactly what you were doing when you wandered in, prepared to offer yourself up to take care of him like he took care of you after saving your life and bringing you up to the  quarry with him and the others.

There’s really no sense in fighting the magnetism anymore.

Life was too short before and it’s gotten so much shorter since.

You step closer, your soft curves melt against his firm muscles. And you keep working the soapy cloth over the front of his body as he bites back a growl on more than one occasion and stares down at you. Wordless. Quiet. In awe.

“Y’ didn’t have t’ do this.” he finally speaks, his voice is the perfect velvet gravel mix and it goes straight to your core like usual. You shrug, wordless. You motion for him to turn away so you can wash his back and he does, but only after he lets a hand settle against your hip as he squeezes. “Yer playin with fire right now, princess.”

“Am I?” you question. “Maybe I enjoy playing with fire.”

The words and the way you’re being so soft, so.. Gentle with him. That last shred of self  control he’s been clinging to for a while now snaps completely and he tries to reign himself in as the soapy cloth moves over his back and you hug against him slightly while soaping him down but no amount of his palms against the wall to brace himself and try to keep himself tethered and keep his hands from everything they actually want to touch… It’s not working.

He turns to face you and pries the cloth free from your hand. Towering over you as the water streams down over you both. His hands are all over you and you’re hauled against his body as his head dips down and his forehead rests against the swell of your breasts and he breathes heavily.

You can feel his cock rise, standing at attention. Pushing into you when he pulls you as close as he can get you while pulling you up his body. “Gonna take real good care of y’, princess.” he groans out against the front of your throat as his teeth scrape against your skin and you dig your nails into his shoulder, your legs squeezing either side of his body after wrapping around his waist, “Fuck.”

And you can look into smoldering dark brown eyes and tell he means exactly what he’s just said. Every word. In every sense it can be taken to mean.

Starting here and now, if you’ll allow him.

And the realization stuns you. Somewhere in everything, in all the chaos and insanity that’s been your life for months by now, you trust him.

Your fingers card his hair as his tongue drags a circular motion around one of your nipples. Between the stubble on his jaws and the necklace around his neck banging against your skin when he moves, you’re whimpering at rough lips against your skin, rough hands as they caress your body and grip, squeeze now and then to mold you against him a little better. The leaky tip of his cock drags against your folds and you shiver violently in his grasp, your cunt soaked and throbbing so fast all you can do is nip roughly at his neck to leave an angry red bite mark against his skin. The bite mark has him laughing, pausing the movement of his mouth over your opposite nipple to gaze up at you and you pout because you’re aching for his touch, the connect you feel when his lips dance over your skin.

The water is freezing by now and he grimaces and reaches out a muscular arm to shut off the shower. Your back is pressed firmly against cold and wet tiles, goosebumps raised to the surface of your skin that you’re not sure are from the cold or just the way his touch feels so damn good.

“Not gon’ last long, princess.” he’s almost apologetic about it and you laugh, the soft sound makes him bite his lip as his mouth crashes against your mouth finally. Frantic, needy. Almost desperate when his lips lock on your bottom lip and catch it between. You manage to mumble that it’s okay and your next words bring a rare grin to tug up the corners of his mouth and he stops, staring at you in awe. Making you grab hold of the back of his head and pull his mouth against yours all over again, greedy. Desperate. Your tongue slips past his lips and his tongue meets it, dominating the kiss in the bat of an eye. The tip of his cock grazes between your folds and you shiver again, moaning out quietly before you can stop yourself.

“Fuck.” he grunts and his fingers dig into your body harsh, “Feels so good.” he repeats what he said to you minutes before, promises to take care of you and you grab his face in your hands. “I know. I believe you.”

You reassure him quietly. The reassurance has him giving you a cocky smirk and his cock pushes into you a little more. 

“Next time, darlin.. I’ll taste y’.” he promises in a loud groan against your neck as he buries to the hilt inside you and goes still, searching your eyes to make sure you’re okay and he’s not hurting you. Brown eyes squeeze tight when you start to fuck yourself up and down on his cock after you’ve gotten adjusted to the way he fills and stretches you out. You can feel the tip smashing against your cervix and your nails drag up and down his back and shoulders as his mouth buries against your neck, leaving more bites to litter skin that somehow got forgotten about in his earlier quest to do so. 

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, over and over. He’s groaning, growling and swearing with each deeper drive into you, saying your name so loud that you’re pretty sure anyone in either room beside the one you happen to be in can hear him but you don’t care. Both of you are completely lost, caught up in each other. Your stomach coiled tight as you beg for release only to have him coax you back away from the edge in just enough time. His hips beat against your body in a harsh steadiness and you shiver with every graze of those rough hands or lips against your skin.

“Shane,” you beg in a whimper, “Please.” you breathe against the shell of his ear. “C’mon darlin. Let go. I gotcha, promise.” he mutters his permission and your orgasm smashes into you and leaves you clinging. Whiny and needy, desperately fucking yourself up and down on his cock as he holds you against his body with your back against the shower wall and his mouth crashes against your own. “Fuck. Fuckin shit, princess,” he groans in need as your release coats his cock, your walls vising around him to push him headfirst into his own release. It happens without much warning, you can feel the way he throbs as his hips stammer against you and finally come to a stop, his forehead resting against your own and it’s gentle. So is the look in his eyes for once.

Not teasing or irritated, just.. Gentle. Relaxed.

You finally untangle yourself from his body and climb down from his arms and slink over to the towel near the pile of clean clothing. You hold the towel out to him and he takes it, wrapping it around you. After he grabs the second towel and knots it at the waist around his body, he pulls you against him all over again. Rough hands caress your face as he stares down into your eyes.

Neither of you say a word. Neither of you need to but both of you secretly want to.

But life is too short now to make promises. No matter how much you know you mean it.

[gofflesworld]

How I picture Y/N every time Monty says or does something mean to them hjfjdksjdkjskd

[apocalypta-secundus]

Happy Birthday Yun-Yun!

@yumichikah (FOR THE BIRTHDAY BOI!)

Read Mores are for long posts!

Akina and Ikkaku were working hard trying to get a cake made. Of course, Akina was the one to reach out for help with this endeavor. "I have no idea what he likes!!!" Well, she had some idea for the present, so at least there was that. A cake design? Hell no. Flavor of cake? Nope. "I haven't baked a cake for a birthday before, what makes you think I'm capable of this?!" Ikkaku was stirring up a mess. "Well, you didn't say no." There was a grin on Akina's face watching him getting cake batter on the counters. "Probably shouldn't be that messy about it. We're going to have to clean that up." She herself was trying to get the icing ready for after the cake was baked. "I got sparklers off someone in Squad 5!" Yachiru ran into the kitchen and jumped onto the table to see what they were up to, "What's going on!?" "Shhhh!" Akina put a finger in front of her lips, "It's Yumichika's birthday, try to keep it down!" She wasn't one to talk, she was one of the louder people in the squad now thanks to her guitar. A SURPRISE? Well now, Yachiru wanted to help with that! "This place isn't decorated for a surprise party." She looked around at the bare walls and wondered where they could get banners and streamers for this. "I can go get those!" It took her no time at all to run off, so she could go find something to decorate with.

Akina let out a sigh, who else could ruin this? She went back to trying to get the icing dyed for the cake. At least in her mind, she was trying to go for a peacock design. Was it going to work out? Who knows.

"You're missing vanilla and is that salt?" Lyn had cake batter on her finger trying to figure out what they missed, clearly it was vanilla. But was it over salted, or did someone read sugar as salt.

"Wh-" She turned around, and the fourth seat was standing right there. "No way, we couldn't have screwed this up!"

"If it's just too much salt, double the batch. Ain't that hard to unfuckup a cake." There was a shrug of her shoulders, only stepping in the kitchen because of the commotion. Letting out a sigh, she offered a bit of advice, "an' if you want this to be a surprise... don't be talkin' so loud. I can hear ya over some of the squad mates trainin'. Ya're gonna be lucky he didn' already hear ya."

Akina let out a sigh and had no idea what they really could have screwed up and just doubled the recipe. This cake was going to be bigger than she wanted it to be. Maybe they could just make a three tier cake instead of a basic one? So far, this wasn't turning out to be a very good day.

"I told you I had no experience in baking a cake." Ikkaku complained as he finished stirring the mess they had made at this point. "What the hell are we supposed to do with this now, anyway?"

Yachiru would have returned with streamers and banners for a birthday and sat on Kenny's shoulders to get things taped up onto the walls. "Over there Kenny!" She was pointing places out while trying to blow up a balloon. The common room was emptied out, so they could prepare for this surprise. If it even was one now.

Akina started explaining, "In the pans, pans in oven. Then we gotta wait and then ice them after they're cool. Stack them nice and pretty... hopefully, and then try. Keyword, try. To decorate it with the icing, I got all dyed up."

It was starting to feel like a chance in hell at this point, but she was still trying to get this finished up. When was Yumichika supposed to be back anyway? The pans full of batter were tossed in the oven, and it was going to be a long wait til they were done.

After all of the cakes were out of the oven, she started working on stacking them. Now she had no skill with piping icing, but was willing to try. The living did this, right? There were those who did this as a job and then those who did this for a hobby! This can't be too hard, right?

Ikkaku watched Akina stack up the cake, "you need me for anything else other than someone to stir the cake up?"

"I mean, you can stick around if you want and carry this thing out." Though from his tone, it didn't sound like he wanted to. "Or, go find the others and join them for the surprise part." Akina was going to be a while getting this thing decorated. Her skill was in music, not cakes. Hopefully this wasn't going to look like a kid did it.

To him that just meant to head out, so he went to the common room, helping the captain and the co-lieutenant get ready.

Akina was finishing up her work and let out a long sigh, well. It was done and it looked fine to her. It was a cake with a peacock design on it. The cake looked like an amateur made it, but it was better than what she thought it was going to come out. Now the kitchen looked like an absolute disaster went through it. She stuck the sparklers in the cake near the tail feathers she decorated on. "That'll do, I think?"

"HEY!" Yachiru ran in and grabbed the cake with her little hands, lifting it over her head. "He's coming back!" Apparently, a few squad members saw him walking back while they were training outside. She ran out of the kitchen and to the common room with the cake, popping it up on the table.

Akina jumped and ran to her room to grab the present before scrambling back out to the common room with the others. It wasn't a very big present, but she figured he'd love it anyway! Quickly, she lit the sparklers as Yumichika entered the room. And the entire Squad yelled out, "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUMICHIKA!"

[babymagi]

ANOTHER PIECE FROM MY FAVOURITE FIC BUT BETTER THIS TIME

holy shit this thing ripped out my souuuuuuuuul but it was worth it UvU

Bonus Kouha Sticker~

[transingthoseformers]

Ah yes the best gender a mech can have

Busting through the glass of their prison just to put someone in a chokehold for talking shit about someone they care for

[dadfag]

a house update no one asked for but!!!! painting the main rooms will be done this weekend and the kitchen cabinets should be painted as well!!! if not finished then they will be started!! and then there’s lots more packing to do and we have to sand the floors down (they’re hardwood and there’s old paint splatter on them- from before we were there) but!! it is all coming together so so wonderfully

[jikjinz]

i once had an idea for a silly comedy with dongheon in a teacher!au where both reader and him are teachers that are obliviously in love but they dont want to ruin the mood in school

so the little demons aka the students would serve as matchmakers and as the first idea was fluffy etc

now it's not really.

because i have an idea for an office scene and um- i dont know how to feel about it but-

imagine you and dongheon are stuck in school after hours to do paperwork but none of you can focus. the thought that you two are the only ones in the entire building (since it's so late even the janitors already left) is making both of your heads spin in... different directions.

so when you offer a break and a short walk to the vending machines, he obliges. the machines are outside the school building and since it's getting late and cold, dongheon offers you his blazer. and as he's placing it over your shoulders, he quickly rushes back to the building, so you won't see his smile and slowly growing boner.

BUT THEN when you pass through his office on your own way back, you hear... questionable sounds. you knock and without much time, you peek through the door you're opening.

and you see dongheon jacking off.

wasting NO TIME, you close the door behind you with a loud noise, causing him to jump in his seat... but when he notices it's you who's getting closer to him, it's over. none of you can keep hands to yourself anymore and so you end up desperately making out on the "important" paperwork—

im not well.

[sharpiedoodleee]

also i will take any sskk fic recs 🙏🏼 i am On my Knees pls i beg

[woeismywaffle]

Seeing old stuff get updated with new banger content is just *chef's kiss*

[coping-via-clint-eastwood]

I am the fuck up please hold me - Gil Grissom self-comfort fic

(A/N: I wrote this while listening to In the End on loop. The state of my mental health is between me and my future/hypothetical therapist. Or at least, my closest friends.)

I stumbled into the house; would've fallen if I wasn't holding the doorknob. Immediately the surrounding of our familiar environment lifted a weight off my shoulders. As if the sudden withdrawal was physical, I fell back and the door shut with my body. It was late afternoon, but Gil had promised he would wait for me to return, because he knew I needed him.

Tired, body aching (to say nothing of my emotional hurt), I half-jogged, half-limped my way to where he was waiting for me in bed, lying in the cooling air, an arm beside his head. He was wearing his grey cotton t-shirt, the one he knew was my favourite and loved for him to wear especially when he was comforting me. And that meant he was wearing his black pyjama trousers that went with it. I could see in the way he was so slow to turn his head to look at me, and the drawness of his face, that he had been battling sleep for the past few hours whilst I was with my parents; I felt really bad, and really appreciated him for waiting.

I signed that I was sorry; that immediately made him frown, drawing him to alertness despite his sleepiness. "No. Come here," he said, directing his eyes to my currently empty side of the bed.

I sighed in equal parts weariness and pain, body protesting and screaming as I moved my arms to change my clothes. But once I changed into my own grey cotton t-shirt to match his and a pair of shorts, it was worth it; the softness enveloping my body seemed to counter some of the ache. I shuffled to my side of the bed. "Feeling more like myself again," I announced in a sheepish murmur as I slowly, painfully got under the blanket. Even though I naturally faced him when I got in, I turned away and lay with my back to him.

He frowned again, and slid up to me so that he could embrace me from behind. "Do you wanna talk?" I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, my mouth turning to a grimace as the tears I had been holding back began to leak out. He knew of my state because he felt my body tense; he petted my arm and nuzzled his face into my hair. "Let it out. It's okay. You're safe now." With his coaxing, I began to weep and wail and sob, my body shaking, which he soothed with gentle hugs, strokes and kisses where he could reach. I was loud; he remained calm, sturdy, present, my one anchor in the storm.

I cried for hours; I was in so much pain. All the while he held me, loved me, let me know he was there for me, he wasn't going anywhere. While it hurt, it felt better to know that I wasn't alone and had support, especially from him, the most important person in my life. Eventually, I cried myself out, and calmed down. At this point he turned me over so that I lay on him, sinking into him. He held me and kissed my hair. "I love you. I know you need to hear that. I love you." I let out a whimper; he stroked my head, and kissed it again. Now I held him tight, unable to let go. And of course he was happy for the embrace. Again he just let his quiet presence speak and let me know that he was there, unwavering in his devotion and care.

At long last, the tears stopped, every last drop of sadness having leaked out. I gave a tired groan and collapsed on him again. He caressed my head and face, kissing it to my sniffles. He pressed his lips to mine; this time I sighed in relief. His hand on my back coaxed me to lay back down and rest on him. He pulled his shirt collar down a little, asking a silent question; in answer, I put my hand up and ran my fingers through his thick, curly chest hair. I put my nose in it and sighed. He started to move to take off his shirt but I pressed on his chest to stop him and shook my head. I settled back down, and kissed his chest. I just played with his chest hair until I felt ready to sleep, and indicated as such so that he could release his hold of his collar. Snuggling up, and with one last kiss, mine to his chin, his to my head, we collapsed finally into deep cold engulfing darkness, which would be our domain we were most comfortable in when we woke.

[crappymixtape]

because of you • part two

PART I • PART III • PART VI • PART V // REQUEST -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+  | ( 3.3k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T T W O 🎶 theatre, etta marcus

❝ IS IT EASIER WHEN YOU DON’T HAVE TO START AGAIN? WHEN YOU DON’T WANNA MAKE AMENDS? ❞

‘Stealing a Winnebago’ had been easier than you’d assumed, but the getaway execution went exactly like you thought it would. Absolute disorganized chaos and the way Steve peeled out of the trailer park dumped you into Robin’s lap for the first mile. Made you even more skeptical of whatever half-assed plan these people had frankensteined together and now? You found yourself browsing the clothing section of The War Zone.

What in the hell were they thinking coming here anyway? From Eddie’s retelling of what happened under Lover’s Lake it sounded like not one of them knew anything about hand-to-hand combat, let alone guns. Couldn’t even land a punch, but thought they could handle this? Walls of rifles on display, rounders full of bulletproof gear and cases upon cases of bullets and god, you wanted to leave.

“Hey,” Nancy’s voice pulled your attention away from the tactical vests you were staring at, her eyes wide and earnest as she looked over at you. “If I go over to the counter, you gonna be okay?”

“Oh, totally,” you lied. “Yeah, was gonna go look over here anyway,” and you thumbed over your shoulder at more vests.

“Okay, good.”

She gave you a small Nancy-Wheeler-smile and left you there alone in a sea of camouflage. In the middle of a store you’d never have set foot in before all this and making you second guess yourself. Second guess what was seemingly more and more a stupid decision to go along with all of this and you huffed a sigh in frustration.

“Should’ve stayed in the trailer,” you grumbled under your breath, fighting the urge to just walk out, but apparently you weren’t the only one wandering around all the puke green clothing.

“Huh, didn’t know you had good ideas.”

The sound of Steve’s voice made your hands ball into fists, nails pressing half moons into your palms.

“Do you ever have anything nice to say?” you sneered and he had the audacity to be so causal. Didn’t even look up from the tactical vests he was flipping through and tossed one into his cart.

“Not to you I don’t.”

Anger rose in your chest like a pot boiling over, so hot it made your cheeks burn as you glowered over at him.

“What’s your problem?”

“Don’t have one.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep,” and still he didn’t look at you. Picked a bomber jacket off the rack and piled it on top of his vest and it was the last straw.

Stalking over to his side of the rounder you got right up in his face, dug a finger into his chest and said, “Liar.”

His eyes flickered at your accusation, sardonic smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he looked down at you and warned, “Don’t say things you can’t prove, Princess.” And he leaned into your finger. Waited for you to fold. Tsked at your attitude and the sound of it triggered a memory so strong you felt like you’d been sucker punched.

Your second ever interaction with Steve Harrington happened the week before summer break.

You heard it while you were walking back to school from grabbing lunch at the diner. A high, sharp whistle followed by car horn and then—

“Owwww, damn baby!”

And you recognized the voice right away.

Tommy Hagan. Leaning out the passenger window of Steve’s BMW. Wolf-whistling at you and being a dick and you tried to ignore them, but then they were pulling up next to you and slowing way down.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Tommy purred at your back, your mouth twisting into a scowl at the sound of Eddie’s nickname on his tongue. “You need a rid–” he started to ask, but his question cut short when you turned around.

Mouth dropped open in shock for a split second as he realized who you were, Tommy quickly recovered and started to laugh. That obnoxious, hyena-like laugh that made you want to punch him and he smiled and whistled again.

“Shit, Stevie! Who knew the freak had an ass on her!”

“You kiss Carol with that mouth, Tommy?” you shot back, Steve stifling a snicker from the driver’s seat.

“Bet you could do for a kiss, baby,” Tommy tsked, pouted his lips at you and grinned, “Always so damn sour.”

“Yeah? Wanna find out why?” you threatened and it made Tommy grin even wider. Shark-like. Predatory.

“Park it, Stevie,” Tommy didn’t bother looking at his friend, eyes locked on you as he opened the passenger door and jumped out of the car while it was still moving. Walked right up and crowded over you, eyes narrowing as he leaned in, “And what if I do?”

Your stomach lurched, heart leaping into your throat as you stood your ground. You didn’t think he’d take the bait, but you also didn’t shy away. God, you wished Eddie was there. Tilting your chin up in defiance you glared him down.

“Tommy, c’mon man. Just leave it,” you heard Steve’s voice from over Tommy’s shoulder, tinged at the edges with desperation as he ran up on the two of you, but Tommy couldn’t have cared less.

“Well? What’re you gonna do about it, toots?” Tommy pushed again, toes of his shoes knocking against yours as he stepped even closer, towering over you and it hit you like a ton of bricks how in over your head you were.

“Tommy, just leave–”

“I didn’t ask you, Harrington!” Tommy snapped and you took the opportunity.

Grabbing a fistful of his shirt in your hands, you yanked Tommy down into you and drove your knee into his crotch as hard as you could.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” he choked out, folded in half and hands covering his junk as he dry heaved and you took a big step back.

“Coward,” you turned and hurled the word at Steve and watched it land heavy as his face shifted. Brows pinching together and mouth dropped open, but nothing came out as he struggled to say those two little words. I’m sorry. To tell you he wasn’t like his friend, but his silence betrayed him.

“You bitch,” Tommy grunted at you as he tried to straighten up, one hand still over his crotch.

“Don’t move! I’ll–I’ll get you expelled!” you threatened and it made him laugh. A mean, mirthless thing.

“No fuckin’ way. My mom’s on the school board, who’s gonna take your side?”

And you looked back at Steve for a split second, silently asking him to step in and do something, but he stood frozen in place. Still unable to go against his ‘best friend’ and what little belief you had left in him was shattered.

You were done with Steve Harrington.

Shaking your head, you fought back the tears burning at the corners of your eyes and ran up the path to the cafeteria doors. Disappeared behind them with a loud, metallic slam! and left Steve alone to drown in the deafening silence.

Don’t say things you can’t prove, Princess.

It was like no time had passed, like you were still there in that parking lot with Tommy towering over you and tsking at you just like Steve was doing now, but this time you didn't run away.

“Don’t call me that!” you shoved at his chest and he stumbled back a step.

“Don’t call me a liar!”

“All you do is lie, Harrington! Your entire life was built on lies,” you could see his pulse fluttering against his neck. Watched his jaw tick as he clenched down on the words he wanted so badly to throw at you, but you didn’t give him a chance. “Why are you even here? You don’t give a shit about Eddie. You don’t give a shit about anyone, you’re–”

“Enough!” you flinched as his shout drew the attention of a couple older guys looking at the hunting gear. “You don’t know anything about me, okay? Not a god damn thing,” and the second part was quieter, but they way he held your gaze after punctuated it heavy.

He turned away from you, hastily pushing his cart back toward the cashier counter and walked out the double doors, but you weren’t about to let him have the last word.

“Hey, I’m not done!” you shouted after him across the parking lot. Sharp and biting and it made him spin back around, arms flung out at his sides in exasperation.

“Oh, yeah? Fine. What else you got?”

“Well, for one, I’m not going to sit here while you lord around like King Steve. This isn’t high school. No one here gives a shit about any of that.”

He squeezed his eyes shut at his old nickname. Sucked in a breath and let it out slow to try and steady himself.

“I’m not like that anymore.”

“Seriously? Do you hear yourself? You’ve been a dick to me since I set foot in Max’s trailer! And honestly? I’m not surprised! You think I don’t remember all the shit you put me through, put us through in school?” you shot back and he opened his eyes to glare over at you.

“Like I said, Princess–”

“I said don’t call me that!”

“–you don’t have any idea what this is. What we’re up against. None. You’re in over your head.”

“Okay? And what, I’m supposed to sit here on my hands and say, ‘It’s fine! Steve Harrington and all his little friends will fix this’?? You’re out of your mind!”

“And you think you can?” he shot back and your heart rate thrummed heavy in your ears.

“You know, Eddie says he trusts you now, but hell if I will. No fucking way,” and as you turned and cut past him back to the Winnebago he had to jog to keep up.

“Hey! Eddie almost killed me! With a fucking beer bottle!”

You huffed a laugh and kept walking, shaking your head at the accusation and incredulous at the lengths he was going to prove his point.

“Why should I believe you?” you called over your shoulder, “You’re probably just gunning for a headline: Steve Harrington, Hero of Hawkins!”

“Headline?? I–are you kidding me? You think I’d do all this for a headline??”

And finally you stopped at the bottom step of the Winnebago and Steve seized his chance.

“You really think I’m that superficial?” he shot at your back, but you didn’t turn around. Didn’t even acknowledge him and he spent what little patience he had left. “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

But you were already gone. Frozen in place with the world growing dark. Tree line ahead of you blurring. Unfocused and liquid like water and the ground swam under you as a voice echoed in your mind.

I see you.

The sound of Steve still talking behind you turned to fuzz, crackled like radio static and faded away into ear-splitting silence. Deafening and swallowing you whole and then you felt it. The ground falling out from underneath you and you were drowning in the dark and the voice that echoed in your mind pulled you even deeper.

Resisting will only make it worse.

❝ AND I NEVER HAD A TASTE FOR LIARS OR THE UNIQUELY UNINSPIRED ‘CAUSE I DON’T NEED TO BE DESIRED ❞

Steve glared daggers at your back. Anger hot and fuming and fueled by the fact that you had the nerve to ignore him and god, he wanted to prove you wrong.

“Are you trying to piss me off? Cos its work–” but the words died in his throat as he came around to face you. “Oh. Oh, shit,” with a quick glance over your shoulder he saw everyone else finally coming out of the store and he didn’t wait to call for help.

“Munson!! Eddie!” Steve yelled over your shoulder at your best friend before grabbing your shoulders in his hands and squeezed at them. Leaned down to try and meet your unfocused, far away gaze and when none of it worked he felt his chest grow tight.

Not again.

“Hey, hey! Look at me!" panic clawed its way up his throat as he shook your shoulders, "Stay with me! Munson–hurry up!”

Your eyes were glazed over, tears gathering at the corners as your whole body started to tremble. Breathing stuttered and caught in your throat. Lips parted and trying to pull air in, but it wasn’t enough and Steve felt his hand twitch. Wanted to press it to your cheek to try and ground you, reach you and bring you back, but then Eddie was finally at your side and shoving Steve out of the way.

“Sweetheart! Can you hear me? Shit, shit, shit. What happened?? Honey? Look at me!” Eddie cradled your face in his hands. Did what Steve couldn’t. Voice ratcheted up, his usual low timbre a high pitched thing driven by fear and hearing it doused any remaining anger that had settled into Steve’s chest and replaced it with something else.

With helplessness. Regret. Remorse.

With the slow realization that everything he’d just said to you wasn’t worth it. Remembered how Nancy had yelled at him, just like you, outside of the gym. You’re bullshit! And his throat squeezed with guilt for messing it all up again because he was bullshit. He was a liar and you were right. Had he learned nothing?

He looked at you, your face contorted with fear, and he felt something new flicker within him. A feeling blooming at the pit of his stomach. One he was so certain couldn’t possibly exist when it came to you, but as he stood there watching Eddie try to shake you back from the dark he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Steve, help me!” tears cut down Eddie’s cheeks as he called to him and pulled him hurtling back to Earth. Desperate. Pleading. Begging him to do something and it shook Steve back into action.

Heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline coursed through Steve's body and fought off the fear that had threatened to trap him in choke hold.

“Max, gimme your Walkman!” he shouted over your shoulder.

The rest of the group had started running back to the Winnebago as soon as they’d heard yelling and when Steve asked for the cassette player, Max knew time was running out.

“Shit,” she hissed under her breath and broke into a sprint, scrambling to untangle the headphones from around her neck as she hurried to get to you. “Here! It’s still Kate Bush, is that–”

“Doesn’t matter–Munson get these on, hurry!” Steve, snatched the Walkman from Max and crammed it into Eddie’s outstretched hands.

“Please, please, please,” fell from Eddie’s lips, desperate, praying that this would work as he fitted the headphones on and pressed them against your ears, “Please.”

Blinking heavy, you strained your eyes against the black. Against the suffocating dark you suddenly found yourself in. The stand of vivid, green ash trees lining the parking lot replaced by gnarled branches, dark and leafless. Bright yellow buttercups snuffed out by thick, wet vines that snaked their way across the ground under your feet.

You weren’t in the parking lot of the War Zone anymore, not really, and as you breathed in the sickly, ashen air your heart stopped in your chest.

The Upside Down.

“Eddie? Eddie!” you shouted into the dark, red lightening cracking the sky in two, and when no one answered you knew you were utterly alone.

Panic gripped you like a vice as you thought of Chrissy. Of Fred and Patrick and dread filled your stomach. Utter hopelessness and grief and when you whipped around to run you felt something tangle around your leg. Wrapping up, up, up and pulling you down, down, down.

You braced for it, ready to break your fall with your hands, but you never hit and instead found yourself lifting into the air. Unhinged laughter filling your ears as more vines snaked around your arms and legs and you swore you were going to be sick.

It was

Him.

“Why isn’t it working?? God dammit, work!” Eddie was yelling at the Walkman, his composure unravelling as Chrissy’s last moments flooded his mind. “Is she gonna die? She can’t die!” he pleaded and his voice cracked, a sob caught in his throat, “Please don’t let her die!”

“Hey hey, hey! Get a hold of yourself. That’s not gonna happen, okay? It’s gonna work,” Steve gripped Eddie’s shoulders, looked him in the eye and tried to reassure him, but when he glanced over at you he knew he couldn’t make that promise. “Please work,” he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Where are you going? You can’t leave. Not yet.

Vecna’s voice was everywhere. Flooding every part of you and you feared you would never feel joy again. Would never escape this. Would be stuck here forever screaming into the void, hanging on Vecna’s every whim.

I would like very much to show you where I’m going. Please, take a seat.

And the vines yanked you down, squeezed tight around your wrists and legs and held you fast against the ground, rocks digging painfully into your back.

“Please, let me go!” you pleaded into the dark. “Please, I–” but your mouth went dry as a shadowy figure appeared through the ash. Coming closer and closer in the dark with each heavy step and when it finally stopped, feet at your head, your blood ran cold.

Wet, sinewy skin. Muscles exposed and stretched taut. Eyes that pierced your mind and knew every single one your thoughts. Knew all the dark things spiraling there and made them worse. Clawed at you with spindly, protruding hands and long, dagger-like claws and suffocated you with the smell of something rotten.

Of decay.

Of death.

Reaching a hand down, Vecna held it over your face, inches away from touching you as you struggled against your restraints, but they constricted tighter with your every move.

“Please,” you were crying openly now, tears cutting paths through the ash that had settled on your cheeks, but he ignored you.

I want you to tell your friends, I want you to tell them everything you see. Everything I show you.

“No, please!”

Tell them!

“No, I can’t–”

Tell them everything!

And then your head felt like was being cleaved in two. White hot light fracturing the black sky into thick shards and your screams were the only thing you could hear as Vecna pried open your mind and poured into you his vision for the future...

Hawkins in ruin.

Four gashes in the earth. Cavernous. Hot and angry and full of fire.

Your family. Lying scattered across your lawn. Motionless and still and limbs bent wrong.

Tell them!

Your friends hanging in the air just like Chrissy, Fred, Patrick.

Eyes empty, slack-jawed and lifeless, bones snapped like twigs.

Tell them!

Eddie and Robin and Nancy and Steve and–

“NO!” you screamed, the sound pulled painfully from your lungs as you felt your legs give way and collapsed into yourself.

“Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa–”

Steve scrambled to grab hold of your shoulder and barely caught you before your bare knees hit the pavement.

You heard birds chirping. Sunlight filtering through the backs of your eyelids as you kept them squeezed shut, but the air was clean. Smelled fresh and as you slowly opened your eyes you realized you weren’t choking on ash anymore.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Steve was still holding onto you, your hands pressed into his thighs as you braced yourself, the feeling of nausea overwhelming.

“I saw him,” you whispered, only Steve could hear you and you started to cry.

“Him?” Steve asked unnecessarily, glancing up at Eddie. Hoping, no praying, if he asked maybe you’d give a different answer. One that wouldn’t involve death and the end of the world and everything hinging on this stupid fucking plan, but he knew.

Everyone knew.

Eyes glued on their feet. Arms folded over their chests and uneasy with the weight that had settled over the group.

“Vecna.”

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART TWO OF A – POSSIBLY – FIVE PART SERIES, PART FOUR AND FIVE TO COME SOON ]

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist ♥️ reblogs and comments keep me going, friends! ily! ♥️

[promptsbytaurie]

anything with wing clipping. i once tried to do research on it for a fic and,, it is SO angsty

i got u fam <333 (i have way too much brainrot on this bear with me LMAO)

tips for writing ✨wingfics✨

!!please credit/tag me if you use this!! i'd love to see what you write!!

physical differences:

area where wings connect to their back is insanely sensitive!!

feathers falling e v e r y w h e r e

wings are big!! if the wearer hasn't had them for long, or is younger/inexperienced, they're gonna knock shit over

~birb noises~

they're actually really good singers with insane lung capacity, a lot of them are/could be opera singers

thin bones, so they're super light and even though most think it's embarrassing to be picked up so easily there's always One Dude who's like 'carry me everywhere'

smaller birds = smaller people. most wings correspond to a specific species, and hummingbird varieties are notoriously short (though never say that to their face, they will probably murder you <3)

unless the avian is a kind of waterbird (penguins, sometimes eagles) going into water will clog their wings and they could drown!! adding onto this i imagine that avians have special bathtubs and brushes and stuff so that they can properly clean their wings

on the flip side if an avian does NOT clean their wings they can get tangled or matted which a) is super painful b) could impact their flying and c) could cause sickness !!

dislocated wings >:(( this happens about as often as dislocated shoulders do with regular people. this can be caused by a couple things like blunt force, trying to manuever/twist wings in ways they aren't supposed to go, or flying too often/straining wings.

psychological differences:

preening!! it's intimate, but doesn't have to be romantic/sexual. obv there is room for very fluffy and romantic moments but it can be either way

flock!!! it's kinda like a family or a pack

the urge to Make a Nest and Only Let the Flock In

once the Flock is In the Nest then the Flock Will Not Leave Ever

molting!! old feathers fall out to allow new ones to grow in !

molting is basically the bird version of a period except all birds have it once or twice a year. they're more emotional, super sensitive, and extra clingy during molting!!

if an avian gives you one of their feathers it's basically a version of marriage, except it doesnt have to be romantic. its essentially a promise, like a 'we're with each other forever' kinda thing.

just as humans have discrimination, i imagine that avians have it too. more common species like songbirds, ravens, or crows are probably valued in society way less than those like eagles, doves, or parrots, and there could also be stereotypes against species like vultures or condors.

on wing clipping:

in my mind wing clipping is a lot like trimming your fingernails realllly sloppily, except the difference is that you should NEVER clip an avian's wings.

what i mean by fingernails is that the nails themselves don't hurt but if you do it sloppily there are Consequences: clipped too short -> irritated skin. clipped inconsistently -> sharp edges, snags on everything INCLUDING other feathers

huge violation of boundaries/self!! clipped wings -> can't fly. flying is integral to avian health and if they can't fly their mood and mental health will fall drastically.

clipped feathers take a long time to grow back, and therefore clipping has long-term effects. it also damages the feathers themselves (obviously) in ways that sometimes can't be healed

if an avian's wings are clipped their trust goes DOWN and their insecurity goes UP. its likely that if someone else tries to touch their wings they will freak out

clipped wings also make avians more jumpy and paranoid because they've lost their major way to escape/protect themselves: flying away.

angst potentials in wingfics (spoiler: there's a lot):

like i said, clipped wings -> can't fly. write about an avian's first time flying again. (not super angsty but still)

SUPER angsty: write about the actual act of wing clipping.

an avian is neglecting their wing care and tries to hide it.

relationship between a 'noble' avian (eagle, dove, etc) and a 'basic' avian (crow, raven, etc) and society's dislike of the relationship.

or maybe avians are a minority in a human world, and an avian has to hide their wings to be safe.

hope this helped!! <33

[trcwen]

I am so normal about them. Not accurate at all but I just wanted an excuse to draw Vaggie with an eye wound.

Also hurt/comfort trope is right up my alley. (If anyone has fics,,, I am ready to p e r c e i v e)

[allwaswell16]

F a v o r i t e F i c s O f 2 0 2 3

As an avid One Direction fan fic reader, 2023 has been a truly amazing year for fics! I read so many incredible fics this year, so please check out all my recs for the year here! Below you will find fics that made me cry or cry with laughter. Others brought me comfort during hard times or filled my heart with joy or had me screaming into my pillow in surprise. I share this list with you all not to say that these fics are better than others from this year, but to say thank you to these writers who have left a mark on me with their fics.

To all our fandom's writers, thank you for the gift of your stories! Sending much love to you in the new year!

⚜️ Louis / Harry ⚜️

And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 109k, famous/not famous) For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him? For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart? And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

De amore ex tempore by @persephoneflouwers

(M, 101k, historical) the Middle Ages AU where Harry is a philosopher, whose thoughts happen five centuries too soon and Louis is a painter, whose art happens five centuries too late. & Or: the Time Travel AU where alternate versions of themselves live simultaneously in different realities and their paths collide every time, until somehow, they converge into one.

Gemma's Dad (Could Use A Guy Like Me) by @lululawrence

(NR, 82k, age difference) Louis wasn't planning on getting home and learning that Gemma's dad had gotten the house in the divorce and was dealing with things by focusing on work, the house, and his newly planted garden. It becomes obvious early on that Harry is a bit lost and Gemma is worried about him. To help both of them, Louis is more than happy to help Harry find himself again.

Teach me how to love by @perfectdagger

(E, 70k, one night stand) The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

your memory over me by @shimmeringevil

(E, 64k, exes) The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone

saw some things on the other side by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 61k, murder mystery) Unfortunately, Louis’ plan doesn’t take into account the fact that instead of writing murder mysteries, he will find himself in one.

and i would search the night sky to find you by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 56k, omegaverse) Harry Styles is a high class, well-bred Omega attending Bosworth Academy - a prestigious boarding school looking over the small town on Kinsey. He has his whole life already planned for him, learning his place as the potential mate for an important Alpha, practicing his home making skills, and be obedient above all else.

Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 44k, mystery) Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

Train Tracks and Porcelain by @jaerie

(E, 41k, historical circus au) Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes. Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

You're Not My Type (still I fall) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter

(M, 38k, omegaverse) This is just a bit of rain; it'll blow over. Then Harry will just... well, alright, he isn't entirely sure what to do when the rain stops because he'll still be stuck and lost. 

My Other Half Was You by @lululawrence

(NR, 35k, small town au) Four years, seven months, and sixteen days after the day that changed everything, Louis turns a corner and literally runs into the man who just might change it all again.

I Really Like Your Styles: The Baking Advent-ure by @homosociallyyours

(T, 35k, coffee shop) Louis isn't much for frills, and the coffee shop he co-owns with his best friend Liam is evidence of that. Yes, it's got a decent sized, well-kept industrial kitchen, but Louis insists that people come to coffee shops for coffee, not mediocre pastry and plastic wrapped cookies. 

You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 32, coworkers) Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is.

Cowboy Like Me by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(M, 29k, thief au) Going legit and starting over in a small town was supposed to solve all of Harry’s problems. That was until a string of robberies in wealthy towns brings him face-to-face with his rogue ex-partner and their dicey, unresolved past.

'cause I want you (for the worse and for the better) by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(NR, 26k, omegaverse) When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. 

what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(E, 22k, fwb) A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for.

'tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 17k, girl direction) Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

Captain Cupid by @2tiedships2

(NR, 15k, omegaverse) the one where Niall enlists his friends to help start a speed dating side hustle. Things don't go as planned... or maybe they do?

It Will Always Be You by @phdmama

(E, 15k, older Larry) If you had told Louis Tomlinson a year ago that he would be celebrating his birthday by kissing the man who is the love of his life on a Church Street park bench in Burlington VT as the snow drifted softly down, he would have told you that you were extremely imaginative. 

Eyes on the Horizon by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(E, 12k, age difference) Freshly dumped, recently fired, and about to turn 40, Harry's friends insist on taking him skydiving to cheer him up.

You Light Up the Path by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(T, 12k, mermaid au) Louis Tomlinson left his home in Doncaster as a young man with the intent of making enough money to send it back home to his family and support them however he could. Harry, or so he likes to be called, is the myth and legend himself known as the Staithes Mermaid. 

Sex Drunk Suckerpunch by thinlines / @thinlinez

(E, 7k, sugar baby) Sugar Baby Louis did what any sugar baby should avoid doing but (clichely) end up doing anyways, that is, failing for his sugar mama.

Court Wine by @enchantedlandcoffee , red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

(T, 7k, omegaverse) after a misunderstanding during a scrabble game, Alpha Louis starts courting Omega Harry without the latter being aware of it.

you give me feelings that i adore by @alwaysxlarrie

(T, 7k, a/b/o) 5 times Louis scents Harry's things and the 1 time Harry returns the gesture.

Truth or Drink by @kingsofeverything

(M, 6k, exes to lovers) Harry and Louis broke up years ago, and they're seeing each other again for the first time to play Truth or Drink. On camera.

Perfect, For Now by @parmahamlarrie

(T, 4k, omegaverse) Moving to a new city is always hard, being away from home, finding your new community - none of it is easy. Dealing with all of this while being touch deprived is even more difficult.

Unplant by @hellolovers13

(M, 4k, neighbors) Louis should've looked where he was going, then he wouldn't have to desperately try to save a little flower now.

nights like these by localopa / @voulezloux

(G, 3k, angst with a happy ending) you smile at me and say “it’s time to go.” but i don’t feel like going home.

sorry for... by stretchmybones / @lookwhatyoumademelou

(M, 1k, roommates) How else was Harry supposed to apologize properly? He was indeed a stress baker. 

Mistletoe Kiss by @neondiamond

(G, 1k, roommates) A little bit of mistletoe is just the thing Louis needed to let his roommate Harry know he’s got quite the crush on him.

Still by downcamethelightning / @downcamethelightnings

(G, 666 words, Halloween) FBI Agent Louis calls Harry to investigate a case believed to have taken place in Harry's own home. Harry is quite familiar with the victim's face.

⚜️ Rare Pairs ⚜️

The Light Out In The Madness (Hold Tight) by @lalalaartje

(E, 46k, Niall/Louis) When Louis ends up with Niall as a roommate after a messy break up with Harry, he considers it truly life saving. They become fast friends and while Louis is sceptical about Niall's idea to start fake dating to take revenge on Harry, it can't be that bad, can it?

neither wanting more, neither asking why (series) by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 40k, OT5) If Louis is the origin, Zayn the expansion, Liam the complication, Niall the solution, then Harry - Harry's the completion.

Bloom by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 28k, Louis/Liam) In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.

Jump! by @reminiscingintherain

(M, 15k, Louis/Tommy Longhurst) “I absolutely know what this means, lad,” he replied, his voice gentle and supportive. “The way you’re reacting to being out there? That’s exactly why I chose you for the support slot.” He gave a reassuring squeeze. “You deserve this, okay?” 

Cold Spring by @nouies

(E, 8k, Louis/Pedro Pascal) Louis is a coffee shop owner and Pedro is his newest customer.

Chaos by @haztobegood

(M, 100 words, Louis/OMC [bodyguard]) Against the barricade, it’s complete chaos.

[honeysscrapbook]

[🐍] Snape x f!reader

In where you get detention with Snape for being a bad student!

Warnings: Teacher x Student relationships, reader is 18, smut and nsfw, bad english (english isn’t my first language)

Tags: Age Gaps, Cockwarming as punishment, Detention, Dom!Snape, Sub!Reader, Petnames, P in V Sex, Semi-public sex, Bratty Reader (kinda), Degrading Petnames (Slut and Whore), Praise

Authors note: i’m supposed to be studying rn!! first smut fic (i have no clue what i’m doing)

Guide: H/N: house name, Y/N: your name, L/N: last name, E/C: eye color, H/C: hair color.

read on Ao3 — coming soon…

You’ve always been a top student in Hogwarts, you cared about grades and what teachers thought about you. During the last year you sort of let go, you didn’t care anymore. Thought it was the most important year.

You arrive tardy again at Potions class. The only place left was front row, so you sit there next to a Hufflepuff guy.

“Late…again.”

“Five points away from (H/N)”

Snape says with his cold tone. A student from your house groaned in annoyance.

Professor Snape’s broad eyes were burning into your skin, he was walking around the tables before stopping at yours. His tall dark figure made the student next to you whimper quietly in fear, quickly looking down at his potions textbook and pretending to read something.

You look at your professor, almost in a challenging manner. Looking at him up and down.

“Is he trying to scare me? Who does he think he is?” You think, scoffing quietly, looking away.

Severus suddenly leans on your table, his hands slamming against it. You jump a bit.

“If you seem to think that way, Miss (L/N), you might as well have detention with me..after class.”

He says in his usual monotone voice.

Did he just..read your mind?!

Your eyes widen for a moment as you gently nod your head.

“Good..page 367.” He stands up and walks away slowly.

You gulp quietly, suddenly afraid of him, but also kind of surprised and turned on. You bite your bottom lip gently as you open your textbook, the sound of pages flipping filling the quiet classroom. When did you start to think so lustfully about your Potions Master? Maybe it was the fact he was so strict and controlling that made you so hot and bothered.

A reddish pink flush meets your face as you try not to think about that any longer. You stop biting your bottom lip and look up, feeling someone staring at you. It was Snape, his eyes meeting yours for a good 5 seconds before yours snapped away, and he smirked for a second, looking away too.

The bell rang, everyone started leaving the class while you gently closed the textbook in front of you. You were excited, your stomach started turning as you felt butterflies in it. You stand up.

Snape walks up to you.

“So..what? Are you going to make me grade tests or some shit?” You walk up to him, leaning your legs against the table, wanting to make a fight with him for some reason. It turned you on.

“Language, (L/N)”

“No. I wasn’t planning on making you do that, dear” He leans his hands on the table behind you, besides your waists, he lowers his head. Your faces inches apart as you part your lips, letting out a small gasp.

“You’ve been way to bratty. I think you need a punishment..”

He says. You bite your bottom lip and smirk.

“And how do you plan on doing that, huh?” You chuckle. His face darkens as he grabs your wrist and pulls you to his desk.

He slammed you to it, pinning your hips against it, but still keeping a distance.

“Strip for me, whore.”

Your eyes widen again, his words pounding in your head, you blush as you fight the urge to submit to the man in front of you. He gently lets go of your hips as you look away, whimpering quietly, really trying your hardest not to give in to your urges.

You slowly start to remove your uniform, starting from coat, you gently slide it down your shoulders, it hits the floor with a small thud. A smalls smirk meets Snape’s lips as he gets closer to you and cups your cheeks gently, turning you to him.

“Look at me, slut.”

You whimper as you look up at him, continuing to strip, feeling the Professor’s gaze upon your body.

You’re finally in your panties and bra. Snape sits down carefully on his chair as he pulls you down on his lap by your waist. You squirm quietly with anticipation as your hands go on his shoulders gently.

Two of his fingers gently rub your clothed clit. “Severus..” You breath out, pressing your pussy on his hand. It slides away, you whine. “Its Professor for you, darling.” He says, sliding off your panties. You moan bite your bottom lip to keep quiet.

“You can scream as loud as you want, dear. The doors are locked and i used charms.” He whispers in your ear, throwing your panties on the floor. You let out a moan “Y-yes..Professor..”

Two fingers go inside your tight cunt. You moan loudly. “So fucking wet, aren’t you, brat?” Snape says gently pumping his fingers inside your soaking pussy, your fingers grip his shoulders as your nails go in his skin.

“H-haah..Professor..please” You beg, stuffing your head into the crook of his neck. “Please what, slut-face?” He says whispering, his dark tone making you shiver in pleasure. “Need..you in..” You breath out, gently kissing his neck and collar of his shirt. “You want my cock, sweetheart?” He smirks gently, taking his fingers out. “Y-yes! Yes please!!” You beg him as you hear the zipper of his pants getting undone. You look at his boxers; his penis is bulging and begging to be released. You whine in anticipation as he pulls down his underwear, his 8 centimeter cock springs out and hits his abdomen, already dripping in precum.

You eagerly start to sit on it before he stops you and grabs your hips. “Not so fast, doll.” You grab his arms, arching your eyebrows begging him with your eyes to let you ride him. Instead, he slowly pushes you down his hardness, teasing your folds with the tip, pulling out several moans out of you, until he fully plunges you down on him, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moan loudly “F-fuck..! Snape!”, you start to ride him, pushing your head back and closing your eyes.

“Do. Not. Move.” He commands, holding your hips down. “This is your punishment. Be a good slut and stay still on my cock.” Your eyes widen and you whine, pressing your head on his shoulder again.

“What the fuck?!” You think to yourself, tears starting to fill up your big (E/C) eyes as you grip his shoulders tighter. He starts to correct essays with you on his penis, still very hard. You gently start crying in his shoulder letting out little begs. “Shh..sweetheart. C’mon be a good girl and you’ll get rewarded after.” You gently wipe away your tears and nod as he caressed your beautiful (H/C) hair. You start quietly kissing his neck again, which he enjoys but doesn’t show.

After 10 minutes of fighting the urge to move around, he pulls you up from his hardness and makes you sit on his desk, you moan in relief as a smile meets your red lips. He stands between your legs as he spread them “Such a good little slut. Aren’t you? You took my dick so well.” He kisses your lips as he grabs your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the desk and alining the head of his cock with your vulva. He slams his cock into you as you moan again, hugging his waists and smashing your face into his chest as he spreads your pretty little clit.

He groans in pleasure as he throws his head back gently, muttering curses and grabbing your hips, smashing him into you. You feel yourself getting close. “God..fuck..Professor..gonna cum..” you whimper quietly, hugging him tighter. “Me too, darling..” He groans as his thrusts speed up. “Cum..in me please..” You beg him to fill you up. “You want me to finish into you, dear?” You nod frantically.

“God..so close..mngh..!” You whine. “Come on my cock, sweetheart. C’mon, you’re close i can feel it..” He says, making his thrusts as hard and deep as he possibly can. You both finish at the same time, feeling his hot creamy load full up your vulva.

You’re panting as he pulls out his dick out of you, both of you riding off your high. He grabs his wand and uses a spell to grab a towel, cleaning you up first then himself. He helps you dress up as he pulls up his underwear and pants.

After you’re both fully clothed he kisses your forehead. “You were so good, darling.” He whispers. “Maybe we should do this more of then, mh?” You nod as you grab your Potions textbook and leave the class.

Suddenly, you’re motivated to be a good student again.