#they share a bed hehehe

[makmakgoose]

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight

When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too.

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[thatgirlwithasquid]

HANG ON I JUST REALISED THE IMPLICATIONS OF THAT WITCH!STEVE WEREWOLF!BILLY MAGICAL FORCED PROXIMITY FIC I WANT TO WRITE: THEY WILL HAVE TO SHARE A BED!!! AND THEY HATE EACH OTHER!!!!! IM GONNA MAKE THEM WAKE UP SNUGGLING AND GET SO TOTALLY NOT FLUSTERED THAT THEY KICK EACH OTHER OFF THE EDGE OF THE MATTRESS. MUAHAHA

[speedyshark95]

I had to rewatch the Dtm vlogs 10 times only to then realise Liam and Alex shared hotel rooms

[jazpers-vampyr-kronikkerz]

i had a dream where i was watching a vhs tape where dave mustaine was teaching me how to get fit

it started with him in a odd sort of slimming wetsuit corset mix in a inflatable pool of freezing water

and then he jumped out and he was also english (and by this i mean he sounded like matt rose. idk why he had the voice of matt rose specifically)

and the rest of the tape was him coaching this other english guy

‘WHEN YOU WAKE UP YOU’VE GOT TO GET OUT IMMEDJTLY, NO DILLY DALLYING’ and a clip of him sleeping alongside the guy played where he woke up and bounded out of bed as if it were on fire and he was yelling for the guy to wake up

[andvys]

The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter fourteen

⭐︎ The devil in your eyes, won't deny the lies you've sold

Warnings: angst, hurt/(no) comfort, jealousy jealousy jealousy, jealous!Steve, mentions of death, mentions of killing, alcohol consumption. some slight Aaron x sunshine (but not really?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: As you, Nancy and Eddie get settled into the community, looking forward for a break from the trip across the country -- Steve can't wait for the week to be over...

Word count: 14k

Author's note: First things first, @hellfire--cult wrote half of this chapter, which is A LOT. she wrote the entire dinner scene aka THE BESTEST PART OF THIS CHAPTER ! so please please please give her the credit she deserves, and the LOVE. Second, I hope you guys are ready for the community chapters cause I am hehehe

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The night passed quickly, and not once did you leave Eddie’s side, nor did Nancy or Steve. Aaron offered to take you to the cabin you’d all be sharing, but you all refused to split up, at least until after you are one hundred percent sure that this community is safe – you didn’t tell him that, but it’s what you all felt. Even with the group of Hawkins having been here before, you still wanted to wait. 

Aaron showed that he could be trusted; the other doctors and nurses did too, but you could never be too sure in a world like this. 

You fell asleep on the chair next to Eddie’s bed, the blanket you were given last night, still wrapped around your shoulders. Nancy is on his other side, curled up into the uncomfortable chair with her jacket wrapped around her. 

And Steve, he is in the corner of the room, sitting by the window. He didn’t sleep a wink last night, even with you in the room, he couldn’t find rest. The guilt and the sadness lie heavy on his shoulders. His eyes constantly move back to you, tracing your features, watching you sleep, wishing he could hold you the way he normally could. 

It’s over now. 

Your head is leaning against the side of Eddie’s bed, cheek pressed against the mattress. Your skin looks soft beneath the rays of the rising sun seeping through the blinds. You look so pure, innocent, so soft. He wants to protect you. He wants to hold you, to never let go. He wants a world in which he could give you everything you desire, everything he desires. 

His heart aches. It aches so strongly. 

The door opens slowly, and Steve straightens his back, hoping to see the older doctor whose name he hasn’t learned yet, but it’s Aaron. He gives him a nod as he steps inside, carrying a tray with cups, sugar sticks and a pot. 

“Got you some coffee.” Aaron murmurs softly, carrying it over to the small table beside Steve. 

“Thanks.” Steve nods, trying to smile but it comes out as a grimace. There is something about the man that he doesn’t like. 

“You’re welcome, buddy.”

Steve’s lips curl into a frown. A sour taste settles on his tongue. Buddy? 

His face hardens a little as he watches Aaron walk over to Eddie’s side. He puts his hand on the monitor, checking on Eddie’s vitals. 

Steve gets up from the chair. His back hurts a little from sitting on the hard chair all night. He stretches a little before he leans down and grabs the pot and he pours some coffee into the mug. 

He glances outside as he lifts the mug to his lips. At first glance, it looks like a normal town, untouched by the outer world, if it wasn’t for the big walls, fences, and the guards on the towers. But there are people, a couple on the sidewalk walking hand in hand. A group of children walking down the street with backpacks on. Steve furrows his eyebrows, wondering if there is a school here. 

“Good Mornin’.” Aaron speaks, his accent a heavy southern. 

Steve turns around, seeing you awake now. You are sitting up slowly, moving away from Eddie’s bed. 

“Morning.” You say softly.

Steve’s heart flutters at the sound of your tired voice, at the look of your sleepy face. He watches the way you look around the room until your eyes lock with his. 

You always look for him first. 

He doesn’t look away, and you don’t either. For a moment, you just stare at each other. Both your eyes and his are filled with an ache that won’t fade away today or tomorrow or anytime soon. 

His eyes show words that he can’t ever speak out loud. And you try to read them, but you have misread before, so there really is no point. 

“How’re you feeling’?” Aaron asks, glancing at you. 

You tear your eyes away from Steve, looking at the older male on the other side of the bed. He offers you a kind smile, his eyes moving up and down your form. 

“Good.” You nod. You lie. You’re not good, you’re far from it. It’s been a week since your night at the mansion, a week since you had the most fun, since you gathered all your newfound courage to make a move on him, only to be let down. It’s been a week of torture, having to be around him after your attempted kiss, after his rejection. And now Eddie is hurt; he will be okay, but he is still hurt, and despite what he said, you still feel like it’s partly your fault. 

Aaron nods, though looking not convinced. 

You look down, tugging the blanket tighter as goosebumps rise on your skin. You close your eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths. You listen to the commotion outside the room, the footsteps, and the voices of people. You hear some kind of construction noises somewhere in the town. And then you hear footsteps, footsteps moving closer to you. 

You open your eyes again when the smell of coffee hits your senses. 

“Here.” Steve whispers, offering a cup to you. 

You slowly lift your head, looking at his hand, at the steam rising from the cup. You look up, your eyes locking on his tired features. A sense of dread fills your chest when you notice the lack of sleep on his face, the dark circles under his eyes, the exhaustion running deep. He didn’t go a night without sleep, no, it’s been days. 

His hazel eyes stare into your own, making your stomach flip, but your heart aches. You can’t read him, not anymore. 

“Thank you.” You whisper as you lift your hands up and reach for the cup. You wrap your fingers around it, trying not to touch his skin. 

You are the first to look away, to break eye contact. While you look down at the black coffee, he still looks at you, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by the man standing by Eddie’s side or by the metalhead now awake. 

You take a sip, welcoming the bitter yet sweet taste. He still prepared it the way you like it, and you can’t stop your heart from soaring, not even after everything that happened in the shed or after what happened yesterday. 

“Morning.” 

The sound of Eddie’s voice makes your eyes widen. You turn to face him, swallowing the sip of coffee you just took. You place the mug down on the table beside you before you reach for his hand. 

“Eddie!” You whisper, a soft smile tugging at your lips now. “How are you feeling!”

Aaron chuckles at the way your eyes light up and the high pitched tone in your voice. Steve’s frown deepens as he looks at the man watching you. He huffs, clenching his jaw. He steps away to pour Eddie a coffee as well.

Eddie chuckles, a grin appearing on his face. “Peachy. I’m feeling much better now. I don’t remember the last time I slept that well.” 

“Well, you can catch up on enough sleep here.” Aaron says as he walks around the bed, making his way to the side where you are sitting. “We might release you from the infirmary today if you are feeling fine, but we gotta run a few more tests first before that and keep you on watch after, but your friend already volunteered to take over that part.” He nudges his chin towards Nancy, who is still dozing away on the chair. 

“Of course, she loves me.” Eddie grins. 

You chuckle, shaking your head at him. 

“I’ll show you the cabin you’ll be staying at. Either once he gets released or if you’re up for it sooner.” Aaron says, looking at you specifically. 

You nod. 

If he or any of the other townspeople had ill intentions for you, you would have known by now. You’re safe here, you can feel it. And while it turned out that you might not be the best at reading people, you can tell that his eyes are filled with kindness and generosity. 

“I’ll go.” 

Steve furrows his eyebrows. His shoulders tense up, a sense of panic rising in him. If you are going, he is too. There is no way he is letting you walk away by yourself, let alone with a stranger he doesn’t know he can trust or not. 

You push the blanket off your shoulders and push yourself up from the chair, but the moment your feet are planted strongly on the ground and you are standing up, a wave of dizziness hits you and your vision gets blurry, blackening. You lose your balance and your knees buckle. 

But you never hit the ground, a pair of arms wrap around your waist, holding you up with ease, saving you from the crash to the ground. 

“Whoa easy, Darlin’.” Aaron mumbles as he helps you back on the chair, sitting you down again, he keeps one hand on your waist as he crouches before you. 

Eddie stares at you, wide-eyed and worriedly. His hand shifts towards you, reaching for your arm. 

And Steve… He is frozen in place, watching from afar, feeling helpless and useless, watching the way another man tends to you while he can’t do anything but watch. 

Your eyebrows are furrowed, and you slowly lift your hand to your face, pressing your fingertips to your temple. The dizziness slowly fades again now that you are back on the chair. 

“Can we get a doctor in here?” Steve frowns, eyes stuck on the hand on your waist. 

Aaron turns around, glancing at him briefly. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He mumbles, slightly amused by the glaring hazel eyes. 

Eddie looks between both men, eyes staying on Steve for a moment longer. He notices the way he draws back, clenching his jaw further. 

Aaron looks at the untouched food on the table, the juice that you barely finished the night before. 

“I told you to finish that, didn’t I?” The man says with a serious look on his face, pointing at the chocolate bar and the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he brought you after another one of his checkups on Eddie. 

“I wasn’t hungry.” You frown, shaking your head as you slowly come back to your senses. You look at the man before you, meeting his eyes. 

“You lost a lot of blood,” he points out as he removes his hand from your waist once he is sure that you won’t fall over. “When’s the last time you’ve eaten a proper meal?”

Proper Meal? None of you has eaten a proper meal since you left Hawkins. All you’ve had were canned foods, stale chips, and chocolate if you got lucky. 

“It’s been a long few months, Doc.” Eddie answers for you, eyes glimmering with hope for a proper warm meal. “We’ve had some good food while we were in Hawkins – steak, vegetables, potatoes, eggs, dairy.” Eddie starts counting, but quickly comes to regret it when he feels just how empty his stomach is. “This one though? She survived on canned food for a year before she met us.” Eddie points at you, knowing how to get himself a warm dinner. 

Aaron raises his eyebrows, slowly looking back at you. His eyes scan your face, staying on the forming scar on your cheekbone before they move down to your shoulder. Your tank top is showing more skin than you’d like, showing off the deep and long scar on your shoulder that disappears down your back. 

“Well, we can’t have that.” Aaron mumbles, eyes still stuck on you. “How about you guys come over to my place tonight after I show you around?”

Silence fills the room. 

Nancy is still sleeping on the chair, unaware of everything going on in here. Steve is glaring at the man standing before you, already feeling his dislike for him burning. Eddie is looking at you with desperate eyes, both because he wants dinner and also because of what he told you last night. 

Your eyes widen and your cheeks heat up when you realize that he is waiting for your answer, barely looking at your friends. 

You know that Eddie would never forgive you for turning down such an offer, but Steve is glaring from the corner of the room, disliking the idea of it even. 

You lick your lips, eyeing the man before you. He offers you a kind smile, his blue eyes flickering with amusement when you look down shyly, unable to hold eye contact for long. 

“That sounds nice,” you nod, smiling softly as you look up at him again. “I’d like that.”

Aaron smiles at you, he reaches his hand out and grabs the blanket that fell off your shoulder. He wraps it back around you and gives your shoulder a soft squeeze, “don’t want ya to freeze.” His action was answering your question from the night before. He was the one who wrapped the blanket around you when you passed out last night. “Gotta find some warmer clothes for you.”

Your skin heats up, and you grow flustered beneath all the eyes on you. 

You don’t have to look at Eddie to know that he is smirking, eyes flickering back and forth between you and Aaron. 

You don’t have to look at Steve to know that he is glaring, already showing his dislike for Aaron – for no reason at all. 

“You want a tour around town before I show you to the cabin?” Aaron asks, looking into your eyes. 

You nod, growing shy beneath his stare. 

“Alright,” he murmurs, moving closer to you. He reaches over your shoulder and grabs the chocolate bar. He presses it into your hand. His lips curled into a smile, “I’ll take you out once you finish that.” 

Your cheeks heat up further. You swallow nervously, breaking eye contact as you look down. 

“Okay.” You whisper, unwrapping the candy from the plastic. 

Steve crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you. You lean back in your chair, blushing when your eyes lock with the man before you. Having to hold back his scoff, he swallows harshly as he looks at Aaron. 

“You promised to take us to the radio station.” Steve speaks up, not even bothering to hide the bitterness in his voice. 

Eddie raises his eyebrows, glancing at the glaring man. He has to hold back the smirk from widening. Nothing worth being jealous of has happened yet, but he is already sour. 

Aaron rises back to full height, turning around to face him, he raises one eyebrow at him, “I will, don’t worry. I can take you right now, or you’ll wait for your friend to wake up, and then I’ll take you to the radio station.” 

Steve glances at Nancy, who is still sleeping soundly beside Eddie. A sigh falls from his lips. He tears his eyes away from her again, “no it’s fine later, I guess.” 

“I’ll show you two around while these two get some more rest,” Aaron nods, gesturing to Eddie and Nancy. “I’ll take you to Thomas, he’s our leader. I already explained the situation to him, you won’t have to do any work around here but–”

“We’re not staying.” Steve says, jaw clenched and eyes hardened. 

“I know that.” Aaron nods, glancing at you and Eddie before his blue eyes lock with his again. “But Eddie needs rest, he may be released today, but he is still dealing with a leg injury, not to mention the concussion – light or not, it’s still a concussion that can lead to something more serious if he doesn’t get the rest that he needs.” 

Steve glances at Eddie, who is staring at him with raised eyebrows. Guilt rises up in him, knowing that worse damage could be done if he were to demand to leave the community now. 

“Listen I know you have no intention of staying here, I know you want to get to California but for the sake of your friend’s health, for the sake of your health because buddy, no offence but you look like you could use some rest as well,” Aaron looks him up and down, making Steve’s frown deepen. “You stay here for a week. Y’all get the rest that you need. You’re our guests just like your friends, your family were guests here. If you wanna work and help around, fine, me or Thomas will find you something, but you don’t have to. You’ll be on your way sooner than you think.”

Steve’s shoulders slump, his expression softening a little at the begging in your eyes. He knows there is no discussion over this. Eddie needs the rest, you all do, just like Aaron said. 

“Alright.” He nods, though his jaw is still clenched. 

Aaron looks at him, noticing the distrust in him – which isn’t a surprise in a world like this, it isn’t ever. 

“Alright.” Aaron nods too before he looks away from him and back at you. 

You finish the last bite of your chocolate bar and crumble up the wrapper, throwing it into the trash before you get up, slower this time. You notice the way Aaron steps towards you, holding his hand out just in case you get dizzy again. 

“You alright?” He asks softly, eyeing you up and down. 

You hum, nodding. 

“Yeah, thank you.” You whisper, giving him a small smile. 

Steve sucks in a sharp breath, clenching his jaw as his eyes never stray from you. He picks up your jacket, still looking between you and the man who finally steps away from you after making sure that you won’t fall again. 

“We can go now.” You nod at Aaron, ready to leave this hospital room, to breathe in some fresh air, to be away from him–

“I’m going too.” 

Eddie’s head snaps towards him. An amused expression now on his face as his eyes flicker and glow with excitement. He isn’t one to enjoy someone else’s misery, but Steve deserves it a little, he thinks. 

And if this isn’t irritation flashing in his hazel eyes… It’s only a matter of time until it turns into raging jealousy. 

“Sure.” Aaron nods. 

But you look down, not impressed. You wanted some time away from him, but he, of course, won’t give you that, just like he didn’t before today. 

Steve walks over to you, brushing past Aaron. He hands you your jacket, ignoring the looks of the other two men giving him. 

“Thanks.” You mumble, avoiding his eyes as you reach for your jacket. You put the blanket down and put your jacket on. 

The cold tone in your voice doesn’t go unheard by anyone. The dismissive look on your face doesn’t either. It doesn’t go unfelt by Steve. His heart clenches in his chest. 

“I’ll send someone in to run a few more tests, you’ll get some breakfast too.” 

Eddie nods at Aaron, grinning at him, “pancakes or waffles?” He jokes, causing the man to chuckle. 

“Whatever you want, we've got a little diner across the road. Jody makes the best breakfast food.”

“Is that your wife?”

Eddie scrunches his face up at Steve’s question, he almost snorts. 

You raise your eyebrows, looking at him confused. 

Aaron though, he chuckles. He shakes his head as his blue eyes flicker with amusement. “No, he is not my wife.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen, and he cracks up, watching Steve’s face flush in embarrassment. 

Steve coughs, nodding as he looks away. 

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, holding back from smiling. You can’t help but feel amused by Steve’s embarrassment and by Eddie’s reaction. 

“Alright, like I said, I’ll send someone in.” Aaron says to Eddie before he turns to face you. “You ready to go, Darlin’?”

“Mhmm.” 

“C’mon then.” He nudges his chin towards the door, patting Steve’s shoulder, who clenches his jaw stronger. 

You stand back for a moment, glancing down at Eddie, who is already smirking at you, wiggling his eyebrows when the two men aren’t looking. 

“Have fun, Darlin’.” He whispers, mocking. 

“Shut up.” You murmur, rolling your eyes at his teasing. You wave him off as you start making your way towards the door, ignoring his laughter. “See you later.”

“Bye, Sweets!” He grins, watching the way Aaron places his hand on your back as he leads you out. Steve looks down at his hand, frown growing deeper. 

Eddie’s grin widens, and he chuckles, earning a glare from the brunette before he walks out of the room and slams the door. 

A chuckle falls from his lips, and he sinks back into his pillow, “idiot.”

Nancy stirs on the chair. She opens her eyes, squinting them as the sun hits her face. A yawn falls from her lips, and she stretches her arms out. 

“Well, good morning.” Eddie mumbles. “You missed the whole damn show.” 

Nancy furrows her eyebrows, her blue eyes flashing with curiosity. 

“What show?” She looks around, only now noticing that it’s just the two of them in the room. 

“The hot Cowboy having a little moment with our sweet Sunshine and Steve losing his shit over it.” He giggles a little too evilly. 

Nancy sighs, shaking her head at him.

“This is gonna be so good, Wheeler.”

-

After Aaron took you to meet Thomas, the leader of the community, you noticed how the tension in Steve’s shoulders eased a little. The older man seemed more trustworthy to him than Aaron. And after mentioning Jim Hopper and Joyce, the frown on Steve’s face disappeared at least until you left Thomas’s office again. 

You walked between both men, nodding along to the things Aaron was telling you, but Steve didn’t listen, only watching your reactions. He saw the way your eyes lit up when Aaron showed you a little bakery. 

He explained how this town was protected right from the start. How the walls were built around it, the moment it all began. It wasn’t left unscathed completely, accidents happened, monsters came through at first, people lost their lives but they learned from their mistakes and did everything to protect this place from both monsters and people with ill intentions – which turns out to be a bigger threat most of the time. 

The town is filled with people. Older people, couples with children, teenagers who have lost their parents. It not only has a hospital but also a police station, a school, a church, stores, and a bar. 

There is a barn and a henhouse close to their greenhouse. You can tell that the people living here are getting warm meals on their tables every day. 

The cabin you are given is more than you could ask for. It’s not big, but it has a porch and pine trees surrounding it. The sound of a stream nearby gives you a sense of nostalgia, it reminds you of home. Aaron shows you around, while Steve follows both of you, not taking his eyes off you. 

The kitchen has a basket filled with necessities for your stay here. The living room has a fireplace and even a TV, a few movies tapes on the tiny shelf by the window. It only has one floor, but enough bedrooms for you all to have your privacy. 

“It ain’t big, but you’re all getting your own rooms, your own beds.” 

“It’s perfect.” You smile, turning to face him to find him staring at you already as he stands with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and a smile gracing his face. “Thank you, Aaron.”

He tilts his chin down, giving you a nod. “No need to thank me, Darlin’.”

Steve rolls his eyes, not liking the nickname you were given by the man. 

“There’s some stuff in the fridge: milk, butter, eggs. You can make some food if you’d like – electricity is working, by the way.” Aaron explains as he pushes himself off the wall, looking between you and Steve. “I’ll leave you be for now, there are some clothes in the closet, you both can freshen up. I’ll come back later to take you to the radio station.” 

Steve turns around, nodding. “You’re leaving?” He asks, voice thick with relief. 

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Aaron. His eyes flicker with amusement, and he looks between you both, noticing your reaction as well and the way you huff and step away from the brunette. 

“Yeah.” Aaron nods, eyes still on you. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back soon, Buddy.”

“Mhmm.” Steve nods with a clenched jaw. 

After saying goodbye to you, Aaron walks out of the cabin. Your shoulders tense up once you are left alone with him. The silence is heavy between you. You want to move, to walk away, to make your way into one of the rooms and grab some fresh clothes, but for some reason, you find yourself frozen in place. 

Steve takes a deep breath, looking away from the front door, and he looks down at you. Finally left alone with you. He didn’t get the chance for a moment like this since the day in the shed. 

He knows this could be the chance to come clean, to tell you about his feelings, to tell you what is holding him back. 

But he can’t, he can’t because it will fill you with hope again, hope for something he won’t give you. 

“Sunshine.” He still speaks up, without knowing what to say to you. 

You look up at him, eyes soft and vulnerable. 

You wait for him, you wait like you always do, but he gives you nothing. He just stares at you, his hazel eyes filled with emotions you can no longer read. 

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You mumble, sighing as you step away from him, and he lets you. He lets you because you know that he has nothing to say to you, nothing that could mend your pain. 

You walk away, and all that he can do is watch, when things could be so easy. 

You feel his eyes on you even as you walk into one of the bedrooms. You try, you really try to ignore it, to ignore him, but it’s difficult when you feel the tension in the air, when you feel the way he looks at you, knowing that he wants to go back to how things were before you ruined the friendship that once was. 

He wants that while you want something more. And after humiliating yourself the way you did, after he threw hurtful words at you, you can never go back to what you two have been. It was nice while it lasted, but you wish it lasted longer, and you wish it didn’t end the way it did. 

Once locked inside the bathroom, you press your back against the door and close your eyes, clutching the clothes you picked out to your chest. You breathe in and out, in and out, and suddenly it gets caught in your throat, growing into a painful lump that makes your eyes burn. Your bottom lip starts trembling, your chest starts aching as the events from the days before… the weeks before start catching up to you. A tear slips down your cheek, and then another, and then they start falling freely. 

You cry silently, in secret. You don’t want Steve to hear your sobs. You don’t want him to hear your weakness.

Looking into the mirror feels like looking at a stranger. You no longer recognize the person staring back at you. You changed, not only physically but on the inside… And you aren’t sure if you like the girl in the mirror. 

You see the amount of scars now covering your skin, the one on your shoulder being the oldest, the one on your cheek being the newest. Both given by people, not creatures, by monsters. 

You feel like you are staring at one in the mirror. 

You look down at your shoes, blood stains on them still. You kick them off and start working on your belt, undoing it quickly. You freeze when you eye the lilac hair tie around your wrist. Robin’s hair tie. 

You remember how he told you that you remind him of her. You also remember how he mentioned the short lasting crush he once had on Robin before she came out to him, and he had to accept that nothing would come out of it. 

He loved Nancy. He liked Robin. 

You are nothing like Nancy, but apparently you are everything like her. And even then, he didn’t like you, just like your own ex-boyfriend never liked you, as you had realized by the end of your relationship. 

What is it about you that is so unlovable? 

What is it about you that isn’t enough? 

You look back into the mirror, looking at the tears rolling down your face. You see, the hollowness is in your own eyes, the darkness that slowly began to take you, to envelope you. You are beginning to see the world reflect on you. 

Is that why he doesn’t like you? 

Is it the darkness he saw in you on that day? 

Or is it your immaturity after all? 

All these questions and yet no answers. You feel no anger, just sadness and rejection, making you feel sick still. You try to push away those thoughts. You wipe your tears and take your clothes off before stepping into the shower, letting the warm water envelope you.

A mixture of dirt and blood pools at your feet as the water runs down your body, going down the drain. You press your hand against the cool tile. You close your eyes and stand there for a moment, unmoving. 

And suddenly it all crashes over you. Your shoulders start shaking, and you start crying harder, unable to hold back any longer. 

And Steve… He is still in the hallway, eyes burning with tears at the sound of your soft cries, unable to pull you into his arms, unable to comfort you, unable to hold you. 

All he can do is stand there and listen. 

Hurting both you and himself. 

-

The radio station is located on the edge of the town, right next to one of the watch towers and inside the police station. The office room is filled with equipment, a transmitter, microphones, antennas, and a couple of walkie talkies lying around. There are posters on the wall, guides to morse codes, and others. 

You look around the crowded room, noticing the shelf in the corner with music tapes. You walk over to it, checking out the albums. You’re unaware of the worried looks Nancy is giving you, having noticed the redness in your eyes, the evidence of your crying. 

Steve is eying you too, his arms are crossed over his chest, his eyes are guilty, but his face is hard because he isn’t the only one looking. 

“How long will it take?” Eddie asks, sitting in the wheelchair that he fought Nancy on. He wanted the crutches, but both the Doctor and Nancy were set on him not walking for at least another day. The discussion went on for a while until he finally plopped down on the wheelchair. 

“Just a second,” Greg, the main operator at the radio station, mumbles as he presses the buttons. “Dustin, do you copy?” He talks into the speaker.

“Why Dustin?” Eddie asks, tilting his head. 

“Cause it’s only ever him messing around at the radio station.” Greg laughs.

“I’m surprised you don’t–”

“This is Dustin speaking, I thought I told you to use code names, Gregory. Over.” The sassy teenager’s voice cuts through the room. 

“Holy shit!” Eddie grins, nearly jumping from the wheelchair in excitement. He looks around the room, eyes locking with Steve’s for a moment. The brunette’s eyes soften, a small smile appearing on his face.

Nancy looks away from you, stepping towards Eddie, and she puts her hand on his shoulder. 

“There you go, man.” Greg chuckles, gesturing for him to take over. Eddie instantly moves closer. He clears his throat, unable to hold back his grin as he presses his finger on the red button. 

“Henderson. This is Eddie the banished speaking. I’m here with Harrington and Wheeler.” 

You turn around, facing the little group now huddling together. Nancy is standing behind Eddie while Steve is moving to his other side. All of them now smiling, looking relieved and… happy. 

“Holy shit… Oh! Holy shit!” Dustin shrieks, causing the three of them to pull back slightly at the volume. 

Aaron, who is standing in the doorway, chuckles in amusement. 

“Is that really you!? Eddie– Steve, Nancy!?” The teen shrieks once again. The excitement is heavy and clear in his voice, it makes you smile as well. 

“Yeah, we’re here.” Nancy chuckles into the speaker. 

“Oh my god, I gotta get Mike– hold on! You guys are with Aaron!?” 

Your eyes lock with the man mentioned, and he smiles at you, while Steve tenses up. 

“Yeah, we’re here with him.”

You are surprised to hear Steve talking this time. 

“Oh man, Steve. He’s got some great hair, you've got some competition now.” The teen cackles, infecting Eddie with it because the metalhead starts laughing. 

“He sure does.” 

But Steve isn’t amused in the slightest. He only shakes his head in response because he knows Eddie meant something else. 

“Hold on, Mike’s here.”

Nancy straightens her back, her smile now widening at the mention of her brother. You see the glassiness in her eyes when his voice sounds through the room, and you take that as your cue to leave, deciding to give the group some privacy. 

You might be a friend to Eddie, Nancy and… Steve. But their friends, their family, don’t know you, and they might never will, and you don’t want to intrude. 

You slip out of the room without being noticed. You brush past Aaron, who eyes you in curiosity. 

You can hear their voices, their happy laughter, even as you walk down the hallway of the police station. And you feel happy for them, you really do, but it makes you miss your own family, more than ever now. 

You open the door and step outside into the cold, breathing in the fresh air and almost sighing in relief at the silence. You walk over to the little bench by the tree and sit down. Hiding your hands in your pockets, you look up at the cloudy sky. 

Your head hurts a little from all your crying, and you hate how visible it is on your face. You saw the way Nancy looked at you, the way her blue eyes scanned your face in worry. 

You didn’t want her to worry, and you didn’t want her to ask and gladly she didn’t, but you know that conversation is still coming. 

The door opens and closes. You tilt your chin down and look at your boots, hoping, praying for it to not be Steve. You don’t want to talk to him. You don’t want to look at him right now. 

If only you knew that his eyes searched for your figure in the corner of the room after you left. 

“You alright?”

You almost sigh in relief from hearing Aaron’s voice instead. You look up at him, growing a little shy beneath his stare and the way he scans your face. 

Aaron is handsome, it’s hard not to see his attractiveness. You saw it the night before already, but his eyes are a much deeper blue in the daylight. 

“Yeah. I’m fine, just didn’t want to intrude.” You mumble, pointing towards the building. 

He nods in understanding, remembering that you are not from Hawkins, that you don’t know their friends. 

“You’re gonna freeze out here.” 

You shake your head, smiling at him, “it’s not that cold, I like the fresh air.” 

“Alright then.” Aaron chuckles, his eyes never leaving your face. “Mind if I sit with you?”

You tilt your head to the side, raising your eyebrows at him, “if you won’t freeze out here.”

He licks his lips, chuckling once more. He takes a step forward and sits down beside you. 

“Cowboys don’t freeze.” He jokes – you can tell by the way his lip curls. 

“Cowboys also don’t forget to wear their hats.” You point out, turning to face him, you study his profile. There is a tattoo on the side of his neck, behind his ear. It went unnoticed by you before. His hair is slightly curly, a little longer than Steve’s. He has a beard, one that makes him look older than he probably is. If you had to guess, you’d say he is thirty. 

His lips curl into a smile, a deep chuckling falling once more. 

“My mistake. I left it at the infirmary.” 

“Mhmm, I’m sure.” You smile and look away, eying the guard on the tower. You ignore the weight of his eyes on you, but your skin still heats up, and you don’t know why. 

“You ever come across a town like this on your journey?”

You shake your head as you think back to all the abandoned camps you have come across when you were still on your own. 

“No, only abandoned towns and military camps that were supposed to be a sanctuary for those seeking refuge.”

Aaron nods, his eyes taking in your every feature. 

“Did you seek refuge?”

“Not really, and if so, then only for a night or two. All I wanted was to get back to my family.”

“You never joined any groups?” 

You shake your head, staring at the snow on the ground. 

“Did you run into many bad people out there?”

You freeze a little. Your shoulders tense up at his question. A shudder runs down your spine when you think of the group you encountered only a few weeks back. They were nothing compared to the ones you have dealt with when you were all by yourself. 

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by Aaron. He looks a little closer, watching the way the color drains from your eyes for a second. 

You take a deep breath, trying to shake the unnerving feeling off. You turn to face him, giving him a small smile and a shrug, “what is this, an interrogation?” You joke. 

He shakes his head, a breathy chuckle falls from his lips. 

“No, Darlin’. I won’t interrogate you, which is something we normally do here with newcomers.” 

You raise your eyebrows, “oh? Why didn’t you do that with us?”

“You’re friends of Hopper, I trust that man with my community.” He explains, shrugging. 

“Not me. Hawkins ain’t my home, I never met any of them,” you point out, tilting your head to the side as you squint your eyes. 

His blue eyes flicker with amusement, he chuckles softly. 

“Are ya sayin’ I’ve made a mistake?”

You shrug, “too late to fix it now, I’m already in these walls.”

Aaron chuckles, his eyes run up and down your body. 

“A real danger.” 

You snort at his words, knowing they aren’t meant seriously. You roll your eyes at him, shaking your head. 

“Better not to underestimate me, Aaron.” You whisper. 

Aaron raises his eyebrows at you, he nods. His eyes flicker with a sudden seriousness. 

“Oh no, I know.” He murmurs, looking into your eyes like he knows something. Like he knows what you did. Like he knows what you had to do to protect the people you love, to survive. But there isn’t judgment in his eyes, only an understanding like no other. 

Silence fills the space between you, and you look away when his stare becomes too much. You are not used to people looking at you like that, to men staring. 

“Were you here from the beginning?” You ask in curiosity. 

“Yeah, I helped build the walls. Been leading this place with Thomas since day one basically.” 

You are impressed by the way this place has been holding up, the way it’s been constant and improving over time in a world like this. You know how ugly it can get out there. How you can walk for days and not find shelter, food, weapons, let alone water, and that is if you’re lucky. If you aren’t, then you’ll run into trouble. 

A part of you wants to change the subject. Another part of you knows it’s useless because someone who looks at you the way he does, can see right through you, probably through own experience. Looking into his eyes tells you that he has seen some horrible things as well, but you can’t help but feel curious, knowing he’s been here since the beginning. 

“Have you ever been out there… really out there?”

Without knowing you all too well, he knows exactly what you are asking. 

“Yeah.” Aaron nods. Sympathy flashes in his eyes. He knows what kinda monsters really roam the streets. 

There is no judgment in his eyes, nothing of that sort. There is a mutual feeling that makes you feel understood. You don’t need to ask to find out that he’s done things too. Though there is a slight difference in your eyes’ – you are still struggling while he already accepted it. 

“How many?” 

Your breathing halts, and for a moment, you just stare at him, knowing exactly what he’s asking. 

How many people have you killed?

“Two…”

Two people. 

Two people don't sound like a lot, considering the number of bad ones you have run into, who wouldn’t have hesitated to slaughter you if you didn’t manage to escape beforehand. 

Two people. Two kills. Two brutal kills that haunt you in your nightmares now that your comfort isn’t with you anymore. 

He only nods slowly at you, looking down at his fingers as he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. 

“Did they deserve it?”

“Of course.” You didn’t even hesitate in your answer, which made Aaron smile a little. “What about you?”

“You askin’ bout my body count, sugar?” He jokes and you couldn’t help, the little giggle in your throat, feeling yourself flushing at the double meaning. Then, when silence invaded the two of you again, “Six after the apocalypse.”

Your eyes widened at that, staring at him. He turns his head, looking your way again.

“I was head nurse in the military. Before any of this happened, we had our own little battles and wars. My tent got raided by a spy, I did what I had to do.” 

You were wide-eyed as you stared at him, not really believing this man could kill. His hands just looked too gentle for it. 

“And the others?”

“They tried taking hostages from here so we would give in our supplies… and–” He leans back on the bench, his shoulder touching yours. He nodded towards a group of children that were playing on the swings. “Three of those children I saved from a truck.”

You winced at the thought of that. You didn’t want to even begin to think what would have happened if Aaron hadn’t saved those children. Where they would be right now. Two of them were girls even… You shook your head before you could continue your train of thought.

“So they deserved it.”

“Of course.” He mimicked your words before looking down at you and you couldn’t help giving a shy smile to him.

“Good.”

“Yeah, good.” He emphasized the word to you, maybe to make it stick into your brain. To make you finally believe that what you did was not wrong. It had to be done. Someone had to do it. It sucked it had to be you, and now you would carry the weight of their deaths in your hands, but you preferred to carry that weight, than the weight of whatever might have happened if you hadn’t killed them.

“Good…” You whispered again, feeling his gaze going deep into your mind, your body, and you felt yourself flushing all over, making you turn away. He straightened up, clearing his throat.

“So, any allergies I should know about for tonight?” He asked and you hummed for a second, thinking. 

“Nancy is allergic to celery.” You lied and Aaron squinted, leaning over to you.

“You don’t like celery?” You jumped in your place a bit, feeling the closeness. You turned your head a bit, acting stupid at his question.

“Nancy is allergic!” You exclaimed, trying to protect your lie, but Aaron was seeing right through you. Shit, were you acting like a child? Spoiled? You shouldn’t be picky in the apocalypse, but–

“Bad girls who don’t eat their vegetables, don’t get dessert, you know?” 

Your eyes were now wide as you felt heat all over your face, slowly turning to face him again. He was smirking, his blue eyes gazing into your own eyes, going back and forth. Your heart started picking up a pace, not sure how to feel about it. He was just joking. This wasn’t–

“No celery then… for Nancy’s sake.” He straightened up, moving away from you, a smirk on his lips. You were still frozen in place for a few seconds before recovering, giving him a shy smile. 

“Yeah, for Nancy’s sake.”

For just a few minutes, you forgot about everything that had happened. In this small interaction, everything and everyone else was gone. It felt nice. It felt refreshing. 

But unbeknownst to you, someone was watching you both from a window. Hazel eyes that were burning in anger, in sadness, in despair. A hand that was gripping tightly onto a curtain, almost to the point of ripping it off. 

And he wished this week would go by quickly.

-

“You’re yanking my hair!” 

“If you would stop making me change your shirt every two seconds, I wouldn’t!” Steve huffed, taking off the seventh shirt Eddie had tried on. “I am also not yanking anything, you’re being a baby.” 

“Sunshine wouldn’t treat me like this…” Eddie pouted, and Steve only glared, grabbing the button up that he had chosen from the very beginning, and Eddie had denied. 

“If someone is helping you get dressed, it’s gonna be me, a man.”

“You scared the girls will realize who the true Alpha out of the two of us is?” Steve shot Eddie a murderous glare, while the metalhead straightened up, getting in position for Steve to put on the shirt. 

“Or maybe, I didn’t want them to make fun of you, ever thought of that, Munson?” Eddie huffed as Steve helped him put on the button-up black shirt. It had long sleeves, so it was going to be warm on him. Eddie was happy to hear Steve joking again, even if a little, but he knew it was just a few moments before it all went back to how it was minutes before. Quiet.

Steve stood back up and started getting changed himself, finding a yellow sweater that almost reminded him to the one he had years ago. He put it on as Eddie buttoned himself up, his brown eyes glancing every now and then at the brown haired man.

“So… Aaron…”

“I don’t like him.” Steve immediately spat, and Eddie couldn’t help the chuckle escaping him, making Steve look at him, squinting. “What?”

“Is it because of the hair thing Dustin said?” Steve shook his head, fixing his hair in the mirror, “Or is it because he clearly wants to make a move on our Sunshine?”

Steve’s entire self froze in place. He gulped as he remembered how the two of you looked like on that bench. How you smiled at him the way you smiled at him weeks ago. No, it wasn’t that. He wasn’t flirting with you, not yet. It was his mind making up bullshit for him to feel horrible about. 

“He is not going to.” Eddie rolled his eyes at his response, fixing the sleeves of his shirt.

“You cannot forbid that.” And Steve’s anger started boiling up once again, his jaw clenching.

“I am not forbidding anything. It’s not– It wouldn’t be smart for him to do that–” And Eddie knew Steve was trying to find excuses. He knew his best friend was hurting to the point that he was trying not to think of the possibility of well… losing you.

“Steve, what the fuck happened, man? Why did you reject her?” Steve just stood there, looking at his reflection, wondering if it would give the answer for him. He opened his mouth, only to close it once again.

“It is how it should be.”

“No it isn’t–” “What do you know about it, Eddie? What do you know about relationships?” Eddie’s eyebrows frowned, squinting at his friend.

“I do know. I know you don’t believe I have a sweetheart, but fuck, hearing that shit hurts.” Steve’s eyes widened, turning to look at the metalhead who was looking down at his fingers.

“I’m– I’m sorry–” He felt guilty after that outburst of anger. He could only excuse it for his lack of sleep, for how irritable he was feeling over the past week, because his personal sunshine, his personal warm blanket, was gone. 

“Look, I know you’re mad, but I’m still your friend. You don’t get to hurt me when I’m trying to help you.” Eddie’s voice was sharp, and Steve sighed, shaking his head. He felt the lump forming in his throat as he tried to find the right words.

“I’m… I just know that it’s the right decision.” 

“And look what it cost you. Was it really?” His question made Steve’s eyes widen. His decision cost him his friendship with you. His decision cost him his health. His decision cost him–

“Are you two ready?” Nancy’s voice snapped the two men out of their little talk, looking towards the door. Eddie glanced at Steve once before wheeling towards the door, opening it. He let out a little whistle at seeing Nancy dressed in black pants and a long-sleeved blouse.

“Well, look at Wheeler! We trynna impress one of the cowboys here?” He smirked, and Nancy rolled her eyes, a little smile on her face.

“Not me.” And Steve felt his heart plummet to the pit of his stomach. She better not have meant what he thought she meant. Eddie wheeled out of the room, going into the living room after Nancy, and Steve slowly followed behind.

He could hear Eddie’s wolf whistling, and he was afraid of even looking up from the floor. See what the commotion was about, afraid that his worst fear would be right. Afraid that what he would see would wreck him even more.

“Nancy made me wear this!” He heard your whiny voice, making his blood start freezing in his veins.

“It was only in your set of clothes! Clearly someone wants you to wear it!” Steve heard you groan loudly, prompting him to finally look up, and just like he had suspected, the sight broke him more than before.

You were wearing a dress. A dress. Not a fancy cocktail one, but it was black, a little bit above the knee, and you were wearing tights. You put on a black leather jacket, probably not wanting to look too formal, but Steve could only stare at you from head to toe. His eyes kept roaming all over you, his heart hammering in his chest, his brain yelling at him, and possibly a little birdie was cussing him out in the small corner of his mind.

“I haven’t worn a dress in… fucking years. This feels wrong in the apocalypse.” You mumbled, but your words were not processing in his head at all. Eddie’s eyes were on you as you fixed the hem of your dress in the mirror, looking a bit uncomfortable, and then back at Steve, who was still wide-eyed, staring your way.

Nancy rolled her eyes as she walked towards you, trying to, once again, assure you that you looked amazing. You weren’t really listening to her. Your eyes caught sight of him in the mirror, and– He was looking at you with those eyes that gave you hope before. Those eyes that gave you that courage you cursed having in the first place. And now he is giving those eyes again. 

Why was he doing this? Why was he looking at you this way, making your heart jump and making those butterflies fly about in your stomach as if he had never rejected you? Why couldn’t he leave you alone? Why couldn’t he hide those eyes from you? Why does he have to fill your heart with hope again when your brain has already accepted defeat? 

Steve felt his butt being slapped suddenly, taking him out of his stupid, glaring down at the culprit of it. Eddie’s eyes hardened, giving a small nod towards your way, and Steve gulped, shaking his head. He wasn’t going to comment, he couldn’t–

“Guys, tell her she looks nice–” Nancy said with a defeated sigh and–

“You look beautiful.” 

The room filled with silence, and you frowned, slowly turning to face the man, the one who spoke. Steve stood there, shocked at how he could not stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth before he realized he was saying them. 

Your breath hitches in your throat and your already hopeful heart lurches inside your chest. Your mind is screaming at you not to fall back into this trap, but whoever listens to their brain when the heart is so much stronger?

Nancy looks at you, eyes soft and pitiful. You can’t talk, you can’t smile, you can’t even say thank you. 

Eddie looks between the both of you and he can’t help but feel annoyed at the vulnerable, soft look in Steve’s eyes. Why does he have to be so stubborn? Why can’t he just act upon his feelings? Why can’t he stop hurting both you and himself? 

A sigh falls from Eddie’s lips as he takes a look at your expression. Your eyes aren’t as puffy and red as they had been earlier, but if Steve keeps looking at you that way, it will quickly change again. 

“You look gorgeous, Sunshine.” Eddie smiles, tearing your attention off him. 

You look down at him. The painful gaze disappears slowly as a soft smile appears on your face. 

“Thank you, Eddie.” You whisper and look down at yourself. 

“Alright, are we ready to go?” Nancy mumbles, looking between all of you. 

You nod and take one last look in the mirror. You smooth down your dress once more, sighing at the sight you would have loved before.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You tear your eyes away from the mirror and turn around, being the first to leave the room. 

Steve’s eyes follow you until you disappear into the hallway. He gulps down the lump in his throat and blinks himself out of his stupor. He feels a little lightheaded just from seeing you like that. He can’t even imagine the emotions he would feel if he got something more than just to see you in a pretty dress. It was the right decision to push you away. 

Nancy follows you out, leaving Steve to push Eddie’s wheelchair. 

“Let’s go, man.” 

Steve nods and steps behind him, grabbing the handles, and starts pushing. 

“Robin was right, you know? You’re a real dingus.”

Steve doesn’t reply to Eddie’s comment. He had already heard that insult in his head for days and days since rejecting you. He can only sigh. 

The walk to Aaron’s house is spent in silence. Eddie makes a few comments here and there about the houses in the neighborhood, saying how much nicer some people probably live in the apocalypse than they did before. He certainly didn’t grow up on a street with pretty houses, porches that are covered in lights, surrounded by plants and trees. He could have that if he didn’t have people waiting for him in California, if he stayed here. 

“California is probably much nicer.” Steve murmurs after Eddie voices out how he would love to live in a place like this. 

“Probably, yeah. I do kinda love this vibe here though.” 

Nancy snorts as she walks beside him, looking down with an amused smile. 

“What vibe?”

Eddie shrugs, looking past her and over to you, he grins. “This whole western theme, the cowboy thing. I’m kind of starting to get it, Sunshine.” 

A smile tugs at your lips. You look over at him, crossing your arms over your chest to shield yourself from the cold. 

“Yeah?”

Eddie nods. “In another life I’ll be a cowboy.”

Nancy laughs, shaking her head at her best friend. 

“Why not in this one?” 

Eddie frowns, scoffing. “One can’t just become a cowboy, you’re either born with it or you’re a pretender. Aaron is a real cowboy.” 

Steve tenses up behind him, gripping the handles of the wheelchair tighter, he clenches his jaw and looks away. 

“Me? I’m a rockstar, Wheeler. I was born with that.” 

You and Nancy both giggle, sharing amused glances. 

“Well, when we get to California, you will have to play with your band, Eddie. I’ve never been to a heavy metal gig before!” 

Steve looks over at you. He doesn’t know why he feels such relief from hearing your words. It’s been clear that you and your family are coming with them and yet, he feels relieved to hear that your plans haven’t changed. He didn’t even realize how anxious he was about the possibility of you parting ways with them once getting back home. 

“Oh, Sweetheart! You’ll get the best concert of your life!”

“I’m counting on that, Eddie.” You giggle. 

Steve breathes in sharply when Aaron’s house comes into vision. He really isn’t looking forward to this evening at all, knowing he will have to endure watching the man flirt with you the way he probably did when you were sitting outside with him. 

He doesn’t know what you have talked about with him and he isn’t sure if he even wants to know. It was bad enough watching him make you laugh. It made that sour taste on his tongue even worse. 

“Will you carry me up the stairs, Wheeler? You’re my wonder woman.” Eddie cackles as he looks at the porch steps. 

“It’s just three steps, I think your other leg is perfectly healthy.” She rolls her eyes at him, yet she is already leaning down to help as Steve leans down on his other side. He wraps his arms around their shoulders, grunting as they help him get up. 

“Careful.” Steve warns him as Eddie makes the first step. He looks down at his feet, making sure that Eddie doesn’t put pressure on his injured leg. It’s a heartwarming sight to see him care for his friend like that. It makes your heart beat a little stronger. 

You force your eyes away from him and look down. You reach for the wheelchair once they make it up to the porch. 

“I got it, Sunshine–”

“It’s fine, it’s not heavy.” You mumble as you carry it up the stairs and place it down behind Eddie. 

“Thanks, Sweets.” Eddie says softly as he carefully plops down, grunting again. “Damn, I never thought I’d have to use one again.” 

“Only for a couple of days,” Nancy mumbles, giving him a reassuring smile. She was the one who took care of him after he almost died in the upside down. He had to use the wheelchair for weeks, and he hated it. “You can use crutches in a few days, you’ll be fine.”

Steve puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, squeezing it. 

Eddie gives him a tight lipped smile, “alright, knock on the damn door before I freeze to death out here.” 

Steve sighs and nods, “alright…” He lifts his hand and knocks on the door. He takes a deep breath, bracing himself for a long evening. 

He glances back at you, to find you looking at him already, but you quickly turn your gaze away. Looking down shyly. 

The door opens, and Steve almost sighs in relief when it’s Thomas’s face that greets them. He knows he can’t avoid him, he was the one who made the invite after all but he’ll take every second he doesn’t have to look at him making eyes at you. 

“Good evening,” Thomas smiles, shaking Steve’s hand. The older man smiles at you before he takes in the new faces, Eddie and Nancy who he hasn't met yet. “Eddie and Nancy, right?” 

“Yes sir.” Eddie grins, leaning forward to shake his hand. The metalhead is a little surprised by the Texan accent. 

You’re too busy looking down at Eddie to notice the awestruck look on Nancy’s face as she stares at the man before her. 

“I’m Thomas, you can call me Tommy though.” He waves his hand, smiling between them too, before he grabs Nancy’s hand, giving her a nod and a softer smile. “Come on in, it’s cold out here.”

Nancy pushes the wheelchair inside, walking past the man who is looking between all of you with a kind smile on his face. 

Steve lifts his arm up and gestures for you to step inside. You take a deep breath and brush past him, greeting the older man once more. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel Steve’s hand on your lower back. 

“You live here too?” Eddie asks Tommy, looking back at him. 

“Yeah. Me, Aaron, and my brother. This house has enough room for all of us, that way we can also leave the other houses empty for families and newcomers.”

Eddie nods, “makes sense.”

You look around, taking in the western themed decoration around the hallway, though you are still coming down from the emotions he filled you with once again. His touch lingered still even after letting go of your back. You try to focus on anything but him behind you. 

The smell lingering in the house, coming from the kitchen, is mouth watering. Your stomach suddenly feels emptier than ever, making you forget the last time you had a warm home cooked meal. 

Tommy leads you into the living room, where the dinner table is set up already, filled with plates, wine, and whiskey glasses. Country music is playing, and the fireplace is lit, casting an orange glow over the room. 

Footsteps echo from the hallway, and you turn around to see Aaron walking into the room. A kitchen towel is slung over his shoulder. He is wearing a dark flannel, the top buttons undone, chest hair, and a silver chain around his neck on display. Your cheeks heat up at the sight of him, not being able to stop your eyes from scanning him. 

You see Tommy pulling the chair back for Nancy to sit, and she thanks him, sitting down next to Eddie, still in his wheelchair, but already sitting at the table. Steve waited for you to choose a seat so he could pull the chair for you, but a deep southern voice made all of you turn again to the man who just came into the room.

“Good evening, folks. Eddie, you lookin’ sharp.” You could see Aaron’s eyes scanning your friend’s face and limbs, as if doing a medical inspection from afar. Eddie nodded with a smile, pulling his hair back from his shoulders.

“I was forced to put on this button up.” Aaron nodded, his head turning to face Nancy now.

“You look great, Nancy.” Steve froze up a bit at how friendly he was being. Way too friendly. Way too friendly for someone who knew you all for only two days. Your eyes met Nancy’s, who only turned her head a bit with a smile on her face. 

“Thank you.” Steve winced a bit when Aaron turned to finally face him. He didn’t want a forced compliment, didn’t need one. But the blue eyed man didn’t care, shooting him a smile.

“Knew that sweater was your size. Told ya, Tommy.” Thomas made a mocking noise as he sat down in front of Eddie. 

“Yeah, uh… Thanks.” He was about to speak again, but Aaron quickly interrupted.

“Well, sit down now, I’ll bring the food in in a second.” Your eyes looked at the available seats, one next to Tommy, the other two were at the heads of the table. Before you could take the seat next to Tommy’s, one of the head of the table’s chairs was pulled back. “You’ll sit here, Sugar.”

“Oh? Um… alright?” You questioned. Steve raised an eyebrow in question as he clenched his fists, begrudgingly sitting down next to Tommy, but gladly, he was still next to you. Your eyes met Aaron’s as you sat down, and he chuckled at your tone.

“It’s just so I can see you better. Would be a waste to miss such a view during this night.” Your entire face heated up at the blunt compliment. Direct. Straight to the point. No dancing around. You were not used to it. You didn’t know how to respond, staring at him as you were pulled into the table.

Steve’s eyes hardened as he gripped the edges of his chair, his knuckles going white in rage, in pure anxiety and nerves. He didn’t feel hungry, just nauseous. Aaron patted the back of your chair, before heading back into the kitchen. Your eyes were still a bit lost at the compliment, looking down at the plate to then hear a whistle coming from Eddie’s side, and that made you look up.

“Oh, she is flustered!” He joked, and you could only shake your head, trying to deny how weird it felt to have someone compliment you like this.

“It was just a compliment! You all got one too!” You tried to defend, but Nancy giggled, taking a sip of her glass of water, murmuring into the glass.

“We weren’t put on a display case like a nobel prize.” She joked, and you shook your head, looking away. Steve was staring at you, inspecting your expressions, the way you reacted, the way you moved, the way you talked. He was looking for any indication that would show him you disliked it. He was looking for reassurance, knowing it was selfish. Knowing he shouldn’t. But his heart had a mind of its own.

“Always the charming one. He was the one who picked out the dress you are wearing now, you know.” Tommy said, pouring himself a glass of wine and offering to Steve who was frozen at the comment. Aaron picked that outfit for you because he wanted to see you like this. He couldn’t help but feel a little angry. You weren’t a barbie doll. You weren’t sure of wearing that dress before, even if it looked really nice on you, the most beautiful thing Steve’s seen in years.

But he wasn’t prepared for you to smile, a soft voice coming off your lips.

“I ought to thank him later.” 

Steve immediately let Tommy fill his glass of wine, and Eddie took notice of that. It only took four sips, and he had downed half the wine in his glass, earning him a chuckle from the man beside him. Steve cleared his throat, looking at his glass and back at the older man.

“I just– I haven’t had a good wine in some time.” He was lying. He wasn’t a wine guy, but he didn’t want to look nervous, or that he was drinking his anxiety away. He had to keep himself together. He had to. 

“Tommy, don’t be a lazy ass and help me bring in the food for our guests!” You all heard Aaron yell from the kitchen, and Tommy grunted heavily, getting up from his chair. 

“You’re making an old man work!” He complained, winking towards the lot of you, and walking towards the kitchen.

“You are 48, you are far from it!” You giggled at the loud voice as Tommy disappeared into the kitchen. Your eyes found Eddie who was wiggling his eyebrows your way, making you flush again and sigh, trying to look away. You felt your heart beating in your chest, and there were knots in your belly. You didn’t know why, but you were nervous.

“He’s 48!? Shit.” Nancy exclaimed in a whisper, grabbing the wine and pouring herself a glass, making your eyes widen. You heard Steve snort a bit, coughing into his fist.

“Please, tell me you didn’t–”

“I thought he was in his late 30’s!” She confessed, and you couldn’t help the fit of giggles that came over you. You’ve never seen Nancy interested in anyone, and Tommy was a handsome man, but you liked them a little younger than almost half a century. Steve couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sound of your laughter, and then Eddie joined. You were all giggling at the table like high schoolers, only for the two men to walk in again with plates in their hands. 

“What are we laughing about?” Aaron asked with a smile, and you all cleared your throats, sitting straight up again. You looked at the man, shaking your head.

“Nothing, nothing.” You tried defending, but he squinted, leaning a bit downwards towards your face, getting closer. His cologne was bitter, wooden, with a hint of leather behind it. A scent that was making it impossible not to feel drawn in.

“Liars get punished, sweets.” You felt a shiver running down your spine, his eyes just gazing into yours with something you’ve never experienced before… or maybe you have. Or you thought you did. Blue eyes that were gazing down at you, the same way hazel ones did before. Hazel ones that still do.

Yet, they meant different things, didn’t they?

Aaron straightened up, putting a plate in front of Steve, and the brown haired man was still fixated on your face. His eyebrows were furrowed into a sad frown, a worried one. Only the clinking of the porcelain of the plates being placed cut him out of his thoughts. He looked down to see a juicy steak, with some boiled potatoes and steamed vegetables on the side. 

Aaron placed the other plate for you, your stomach growling at the sight of fresh meat, fresh vegetables, fresh everything. Even the spices used were fresh. It was steaming, and it smelled as delicious as it looked. 

“No celery.” Aaron said, and winked your way as you gave him a shy giggle that made Steve’s skin itch. No celery? You didn’t like celery? He didn’t know that. So why did Aaron know it? Tommy placed the plates he brought in front of Nancy and Eddie, and the metalhead was salivating at the sight.

“Eddie, wait for the hosts to sit down.” Nancy said, her eyes locked in on the steak and you were sure she was saying it more to herself than to Eddie. The metalhead groaned as Tommy chuckled, going back to take his seat as Aaron went back to get their last plates.

Everyone was hungry except for one person. He didn’t know if he could eat, even if his stomach grumbled; he didn’t know if it was because of nerves or hunger. He was afraid of eating and throwing it back up. 

When Aaron returned, he placed a plate in front of Tommy before sitting on the other end of the table, all across from you. He poured himself a glass of wine before raising it up towards all of you.

“May your stay here be relaxing.” His eyes were trained on yours, and you mimicked him, raising your own glass after filling it up with some wine. The rest followed, giving reassuring smiles, except for Steve. He could barely manage a tug on the lips. Once the first sip was taken, you all finally dug in, and the first to yell was–

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” You honestly expected those words from Eddie, who moaned at the first bite of his steak, not from proper Nancy Wheeler. You were all wide eyed, except for the two hosts on the table who just watched her devour her meat. 

“A woman who knows how to eat.” Tommy chuckled, and you were still stunned at seeing Nancy eating like that, and it was after the fourth massive bite that she stopped to apologize.

“I’m so sorry, I just– Haven’t had fresh meat in a while, and I love meat.” Steve chuckled at that, not surprised to hear that. Nancy always ate protein in her meals before, and if it had meat even better. Tommy gave her a nod of approval, a smile on his face.

“Well, we have our farms here. We breed our own cows, chickens, pigs… But I do love a good hunt. Rabbit meat is exquisite.” You could almost giggle at how Nancy’s ears perked up, swallowing her food down.

“Well, if we are staying for a week, maybe– You can take me out hunting with you… sir.” Eddie choked on his potato, trying to cough it out, not having expected Nancy to make a move like that. You were wide eyed, cutting into the steak, side eying Steve to see if he was listening to the same thing you were, and by his amused glance, you knew you heard right.

“Oh, don’t call me sir. Makes me feel old.”

“Trust me, you don’t look old.” Aaron couldn’t help it, putting his fist over his mouth as his shoulders shook a bit at Tommy’s stunned face from Nancy’s obvious advances. Fuck, you had to keep it together. You could feel your laughter wanting to get out of your mouth, but you took deep breaths in, straightening up as you took a bite of your steak. 

“Sorry for uh, Tommy’s brother, Paxton. He has night guard duty today.” Aaron explained, trying to change the subject for his friend’s sake. Eddie finally recovered and was eating an asparagus which he never thought he would, with delight.

“So you are like… The big three?” He asked, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion. Aaron chuckled, but then made a somewhat nod with a shrug.

“We are all like… heads, leaders of an area. Tommy is good with hunting, but he is also very good with the administration and organization of supplies. I am good in the medical field, but also good in the exploration team. Then, Paxton is good at fighting, but he is the one organizing the rotating teams for the day and night watches.” 

You were surprised to hear how well organized this community was, and sure, Tommy might be the leader, as Aaron said, but the three of them were the ones people went to in need.

“Wow, that’s… amazing.” You said out loud, making Aaron look up and give a smile your way. You felt a small kick against your right ankle, and Steve straightened up with a wince.

“Sorry.” Aaron’s eyes drifted to the brown haired man as he took a sip of his wine. He inspected Steve, only for Tommy to interrupt his thoughts.

“So, Aaron told me here you all know the Hawkins crew! Those boys were the ones who fixed and taught us about our radios. We might be good at many things, but we lack in the technological area.” He winced a bit at his words, and Nancy giggled, wiping the corner of her mouth with the tissue.

“Yeah, I always called my brother a nerd. But, thanks to him and his nerdy friends, I really don’t know if… many of us would be alive by now.” She expressed, and you couldn’t help but notice the saddened yet relieved expression that covered her features. 

“Oh, which one of those is your brother?” Tommy asked and Nancy straightened up once again.

“Mike, then the other is Holly.” Tommy nodded with a knowing expression as if deep in thought, turning to look at Aaron.

“Karen was the mom, right?” Nancy winced at the mention of her mom, and you knew it was because it would give out her age to the man before them. A man, that, from what you could gather, Nancy was trying to flirt with. Aaron went deep in thought, squinting a bit to then nod in agreement. “Let me tell you, you don’t look your age.”

Eddie, once again, choked on his food. He was trying to eat in peace, but the conversations were not helping at all. Aaron chuckled, patting his back gently as Nancy smiled, straightening up.

“I’ve been told.” You noticed how the older man’s eyes lingered on Nancy’s form as she began eating again, and you held in a whistle as you went back to your food. Steve was trying not to choke on his own potatoes as he tried to silence the room around him.

“And, are any of those other people your family?” Aaron asked as he took a bite of his own food, looking at Steve, making him talk. He gulped, taking a sip of his wine before speaking, hoping his tone would not give away his nerves.

“Uh… no. We all consider each other family.”

“From your worry over Dustin, I would have thought he was your brother.” A wave of nostalgia washed over Steve, and you could see his eyes glistening a bit as a small smile formed on his lips.

“Well… like I said… we consider each other family.” Eddie then nodded, turning to talk to Aaron.

“But, I am the most likable brother. Steve was the favorite until I arrived.” Steve squinted at his friend, shaking his head.

“Favorite?” 

“Oh yeah, you think Henderson didn’t tell me how jealous you were that you hung out with me?” At that, Nancy interrupted.

“Yeah, Steve, you were jealous.” Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

“I wasn’t.”

“In Dustin’s words, you called me older and cooler.” Eddie mentioned, and the bantering kept going. You listened, wanting to include yourself in their conversation but feeling slightly detached from it. They talked about their friends, their family, knowing they were waiting for them. That is why they could joke about the past.

But you didn’t have a way to contact your family. You knew your brother was smart, but not that smart to build a radio station from scratch. You knew your family was alive, yet–

“What about you, Sunshine?” You looked up to look at Steve, thinking it was him the one who called out to you, but his eyes were looking towards the other end of the table, almost surprised. 

You followed the gaze, seeing blue eyes staring at you with a comforting smile.

“Sorry, I heard them call you that.” He apologized and you gulped, shaking your head slowly as if saying you didn’t mind. Eddie had called you that a few times but… It was only Steve who called you Sunshine, all the time.

“I– Uh… I mentioned that my family is in Nevada, probably waiting for me, hurdled up.” You tried to joke around and Steve’s head turned your way and then he licked his lips, looking back at Aaron.

Aaron nodded, he knows that part already but you haven’t talked much about your family yet. 

“We’re going there to get her parents and brother, then we are all going to California.” Aaron’s eyes met Steve’s, and the fire in the fireplace crackled a little bit. You felt some tension passing by, looking in between the two men. Aaron tilted his head, his soft smile never leaving his lips.

“Is that so?”

You felt nervous, for whatever reason. You gulped, looking at Nancy and Eddie who were also looking back and forth Steve and Aaron and then your eyes found some horse reins, hung on the wall behind Nancy. You cleared your throat, catching their attention again.

“I’ve always wanted to ride a horse. Never had the chance to do so.” Aaron raised an eyebrow in amusement and then Eddie chuckled, taking a sip of his water.

“Yeah, our Sunshine here loves all western stuff. I bet this place is her Disneyland.” You rolled your eyes trying to hide your embarrassment, looking away. Aaron chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back on his chair.

“Really, now? And you love western stuff and never rode a horse?”

“My mom is terrified of them… So, obviously, she never let us near them.” You commented with a giggle, taking a sip of your wine as Aaron’s eyes never left you.

“Tell you what. How about you and I go horseback riding one of these days?” Steve’s entire body grew a cold sweat, his fingertips going a little numb. You two? Alone? No. He couldn’t be trusted. You for sure would not accept that so easily–

“I would love that! Are the horses friendly with strangers?"

His eyes found your excited smiling face, and his heart felt like it was crumbling to the pit of his stomach. He looked down at his food, noticing he had eaten only half, or even less, compared to what everyone else ate. He felt sick. He felt pained.

"Sure thing. But Athena, our female, she loves to be ridden by pretty girls. She won't let you fall." Aaron says, smirking when he notices how flustered you got by his comment.

Steve couldn’t stop himself from putting a hand on the back of your chair, an action you grew so accustomed to, that you didn’t notice it as you began eating once again. He could feel Nancy’s eyes on him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care, but letting this man know… letting him know what?

“You two dating?” Everyone looked at Tommy, wondering who he was talking to, and then he pointed towards you and Steve with his fork. Only then, you notice the hand on the back of your chair. Indignation rose up in your throat, gulping as your jaw clenched. Steve didn’t even say anything, and you couldn’t believe him. Why isn’t he the one responding when he was the one who rejected you?

You cleared your throat, looking down at the last bits of your food.

“No, we’re just partners.” 

And Steve felt his entire self break down at that second. He became void. Numb. He could hear everyone else talking, and if at some point he was talked to, hopefully they didn’t think he ignored them on purpose. He just wasn’t there. 

He felt empty. There was laughter, but the smile never reached his face. There were stories, but none came out of his mouth. There were plans, yet he could not register a single one. He felt his chest being compressed, as if someone was doing a vacuum seal around him, and he couldn’t stop it.

He didn’t even register the moment you all got up and bid goodbye to Aaron and Tommy. He saw Nancy talking to Tommy privately for a bit, but his eyes went back to you. You were with Aaron and Eddie, talking about Eddie’s health, but Steve’s ears were ringing. Thrumming. Banging. Stinging.

When you all got to the house, Nancy helped Eddie in, and before you walked in, the cold air hit his lungs again. He took a deep breath in, and his hand shot out to grab your wrist. 

Your breath got caught in your throat, and you turned to look at Steve, who looked as lost as he was at the dinner table. His breathing was heavy, labored, the foggy breath coming out of his mouth thanks to the cold. 

“Partners? We’re not even friends?” He asked, gulping heavily as he waited for your answer. He feared it. He feared you. He feared losing you. You doomed him, completely, and you hadn’t even got a clue of it.

But instead of words, you ripped your hand away from him, and you gave him a shake of your head. You didn’t even speak to him. He couldn’t read you, not anymore. Your smile was gone. Your joy with him left you. Your warmth left him.

And you entered the cabin, leaving him out there in the cold. He grabbed onto his head as he tried to gather himself, try to stitch his broken parts together again, because– He couldn’t blame you for what he felt. He couldn’t blame Aaron. He couldn’t blame anyone else.

Only himself. 

And so, he should learn to live without you. He has to. He had to. But how could he? How was he going to be able to do that–

When your smile was the first thing he looked forward to every single morning.

☀︎

well well well... poor Steve but he set himself up didn't he...?

also also Tommy... this is Tommy.

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[obxsummer]

leave me again // jj maybank

pairing: ex!jj maybank x routledge!reader

request: Routledge reader and JJ broke up during the 18 months and now she watches him with Kie? 🫢👀

summary: based on the song by kelsea ballerini; after two years together, you return to outer banks only to lose jj to kiara in a blink of an eye.

warnings: minor szn 4 spoilers, angst hehehe

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You didn’t understand. You really didn’t. 

How could you go from such a beautiful relationship and one of the happiest times of your life to watching your best friend get together with your ex-boyfriend? It seemed like such a cruel joke to watch people who had been with you your entire life turn against you in this way. 

It took less than a week for JJ to cut things off after everyone came back from El Dorado, claiming he needed to reevaluate everything and take time for himself. Apparently, that didn’t last long, because three days later, you caught Kiara sharing his bed in Sarah’s rental condo, looking like the happiest he’d ever been.

"I can explain, just-"

The scene in front of you was sick. You'd heard JJ yell out in his sleep, something that was more common than not with his nightmares. Instincts had you in front of his door before you knew it, wanting to comfort him in case he needed someone. You didn't expect to find this.

JJ, shirtless, next to Kiara, of all people, who was wearing the boy's shirt. In bed. Together.

Whatever JJ wanted to say, you didn't give him a chance to hear it. Lips tucked in a thin line, you gave a nod. "Sorry for interrupting, hope everything's okay."

And with a smile on your face and no room for explanations, you closed the door.

“Are you still avoiding them?” Sarah’s voice came from behind as you watched JJ and Kie prep the boat for the upcoming dive. 

You huffed, “Do you blame me?”

She stopped to stand beside you, her eyes watching the duo on the boat move together. “There’s no chemistry.”

“Not a bit.”

Sarah watched you carefully as if she was waiting for the dam to break. In the almost three weeks JJ and Kie had been ‘together’, you hadn’t cried and you hadn’t lashed out. You’d told her the second you found them in bed and they started spewing excuses, you just apologized for interrupting and dismissed yourself with a smile.

John B was concerned. As your older brother, it was his job to defend you and watch out for you, no matter the circumstance. When the two of you first got together, John B made JJ swear that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, swearing there would be consequences. While you’d kept your cool, he did not and JJ managed to catch himself a black eye and swollen cheek as a result. 

“Has John B talked to them?”

“Has John B what?” Your brother interrupted your question as he joined the two of you in the shop, hauling a hefty backpack. He reached out to grab your shoulder and squeezed it lightly. “You okay?”

You nodded in response, clamping your mouth shut and looking back at the water. Kiara was going down on the dive with JJ, something about not leaving him alone which made your eyes roll. Pope and John B were going on the boat, leaving you, Sarah, and Cleo on shore to be lookout. 

“Are you lying to me?”

You’d lost so many pieces of yourself in the moments shared with JJ, allowing the vulnerability you had believed he would never take advantage of.  It was no surprise John B could see through the cracks you’d inevitably let form. You sighed, head dropping between your shoulder blades as you let out a steady breath. “I’m fine, Bee. Promise.”

John B was unconvinced by your words but didn’t push. He heard your almost silent crying at night. It was obvious you were hurting by the way you closed yourself off and hid in your skin. He hated that his so-called best friend was the one to treat you this way and cause you to feel like this. 

“You can take a break,” He reassured as his backpack dropped to the ground as he pulled you into a full hug and placed a kiss on your head. “Nobody would blame you.”

You hugged him back and fought off the tears that burned your eyes. There would be a point and time to talk about all of this, but it wasn’t here and now. If you were being honest, there was nothing you’d rather do than run away from Kildare right now, but it wouldn’t be the best option by any means.

“You guys ready up there?” JJ’s voice echoed around the morning air as he called out to John B. 

You hugged your brother tighter before letting go, forcing a smile on your lips. “Be careful, please?”

He rubbed your head lovingly, smiling when you tried to shove him away. “Always.”

You stepped away to give him time with Sarah and started to head back toward the house when someone called your name. JJ’s shoes stomped against the new wooden deck, the sound getting louder as he got closer. You froze in your spot as he rounded to stop you from walking away. “Can we talk?”

You stared at him for a moment, wondering how someone you loved so incredibly much could make you feel this way. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

When you moved to pass him, he grabbed your elbow gently to prevent it. “Please, I just want to get this out before… in case I don’t-”

“You’ll be back.” It was hard to avoid the instinct of reassuring him. He swallowed thickly and met your gaze. He would be back, you just didn't know if you'd be here to see it. The two of you hadn’t been alone since everything went down and there was plenty of awkwardness to show. 

“I just… I’m sorry. About everything. I should’ve told you, but it all happened so fast and-”

“Did you ever love me?” The question came out of your mouth before you could think about it. You wanted to ask it for a while, to find out exactly what went through his head when he let Kiara climb in bed with him that night.

The opening and closing of his mouth was enough of a response to shatter you. Tears formed faster than you liked as you nodded.

“Figured," You breathed out, "Goodbye, JJ.”

You left him on the dock and didn’t look back as you walked away. From him, from Kie, from the friends you considered family until they made you feel like anything but. You swore then and there that you would never fall for someone in that way again. 

After all, staying only made you get real good at pretend.

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Coming back from the dive had been a mess of chaos. Kie and JJ were at the hospital recovering from nitrogen in their blood while the remainder of the group came back to the house with the amulet, hoping to figure out what was inscribed inside. 

John B called your name as he entered the house, practically bouncing in excitement to tell you what they’d found. You’d opted to stay back after speaking to JJ on the dock, which they didn’t fault you for, knowing you needed time alone.

When silence followed JB’s call, he frowned. Something wasn’t right. The main floor was empty, not a sign of you or your relative presence in the area. Room empty too, leaving John B to question where the hell you went. They had the Twinkie and the dirt bikes were outside which meant if you went anywhere it would be on your own two feet.

“John B.”

The tone in Sarah’s voice told him his intuition was right. She met him in the doorway of your room with a piece of paper in hand, holding it in his direction. He didn’t even need to read it to know the answer to his question.

You were gone. And you weren’t coming back any time soon.

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part two here :)

a/n: i hate this i'm so sorry

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[k-hotchoisan]

play rough

<san x fem!reader x seonghwa>

Where your pretty little cat hybrids keep more than your hands busy, especially when Seonghwa can’t keep his paws off you during his rut.

no fur coats, but a hell lot of purring 🐾

a/n: an exchange im doing with the loml @bro-atz 🩷 hope you’ll love it as much as I did hehehe. this is also a love letter to bro, who shares the same brain as i do, who now cannot remove me from their life even they wanted to 😛🩷

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, two horny kitty hybrids, Seonghwa is in heat, orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, mild exhibitionism because San catches you and hwa fucking, cunnilingus, kitchen sex, anal, it's filthy (atp i think you're not surprised???), breeding

word count: 3K

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Seonghwa draws circles on your thigh, blinking slowly at the tv programme that he’s evidently not focusing on. It’s a lazy afternoon and it’s your day off. Both felines are more than happy to have you around, burying you with themselves at either side of your body. 

Both kitties can switch back and forth between their cat transformations, and they do, out of convenience for certain situations, and especially when they want you to carry them to bed. San lies down on your lap, his feline breed of a bigger size because of his human stature, evidently taking up more space on your lap. He’s definitely fallen asleep, judging by his slow breathing patterns. Seonghwa, on the other hand, seemed distracted. He’s huddled up against your shoulder, hand still on your thighs. 

You don’t pay him much attention, wanting to concentrate on carrying San. 

Seonghwa jumps when you shift to leave, a displeased expression on his face as his fingers grab your shirt, his ears downcast. “Where are you going?” He asks with a pout. 

“Let me carry San back into the bedroom since he wants to sleep”, you say, carefully picking the fluffier cat up. San stirs slightly, but when he realises it’s you, his body relaxes a little. Seonghwa reluctantly lets go when your hand slips under his chin giving him small strokes, feeling him purr before he finally lets you go. 

“Gosh, Sannie. I know you’ve been working out but holy shit-“ you stammer in your movements, trying to balance his weight on your arms. San is half-awake, flailing slightly in an attempt to keep his balance in your arms. It’s utterly adorable but you would never hear the end of his whining if you were to drop him again. You decide to stay still and let the feline adjust comfortably before you walked over to your shared bedroom to drop him off. San nuzzles against your neck, soft purrs reaching your ears as his cat body presses against you, and you can’t help but run your fingers through his soft fur. San in his cat form was a lot easier to carry than when he transforms into a hybrid, that’s for sure, but he really is a big cat compared to Seonghwa. 

You watch as San lulls himself to sleep, his tail-swishing gradually slowing down as his body relaxes, before you press a soft kiss onto his small forehead, leaving him to wander in his daydreams. 

Once San has completely dozed off, you gingerly slide off the bed, heading to the common space in the apartment, deciding to whip yourself something light to snack on.

You pass the sofa, your peripherals catching the taller male lying on the sofa. You steal a quick glance—Seonghwa also seemed to be deep in his slumber—his tail relaxed against the fabric of the couch, his arms outstretched, hugging the pillow, his hair splayed messily. Oh gosh, he’s so fucking adorable.

You let yourself internally fawn over how soft he looks before you turned your heel to the kitchen. What you don’t notice is the way Seonghwa’s eyebrows are furrowed, the way his legs are squeezing hard against the pillow, and the way the smell of you is flooding his senses when you bypass him. His breathing grows slightly heavier. 

You softly hum to yourself, even though you are at a considerable distance from the couch, you still wanted to be cautious about waking Seonghwa up. Recently it seems like he’s slightly on edge. For the most part, Seonghwa’s energy jumps between a spectrum—calm or just bursting at the seams with endless amounts of energy, almost comparable to San. But Seonghwa has been more restless as of late, his attention span everywhere, his sensitivity seemingly climbing up in levels. 

You pull open the fridge door, your eyes scanning the contents for any signs of leftovers you could have a quick munch on. Your hands reach out to a bunched-up pile of aluminum foil—the leftover kimbap you made the day before. You shut the door quickly once you have the snack in your hands, spending no time unwrapping the foil. 

Your attention is now on the content on your phone, reading off social media while you comfortably munch on the rice rolls, your body facing the counter, too engrossed to get a chair to sit. 

Midway through your snack time, your body jolts when you feel a pair of very warm hands wrap around your waist, his body weight pressing against yours. 

“You’re up, Hwa. Are you hungry?” You ask, stroking his arms, not realising that he’s letting them slip dangerously close to your chest. 

Seonghwa shakes his head, then presses his cheeks against your temple, nuzzling you. 

His arms tighten around you, his hands slipping under your shirt more boldly, his slender fingers cupping your tits, giving them a squeeze that elicited a soft groan from you.

The kimbap is left forgotten on the counter.

You sigh, the feeling of Seonghwa’s teeth nibbling against the soft skin on your neck while he kneads your tits seeping into your senses. 

You swallow hard, trying to keep your sanity rooted, even though Seonghwa’s hands are slipping downwards south, his fingers tugging and fidgeting with the elastic of your shorts. 

“What’s up, kitty?”, you manage to ask in between deep breaths. His thumbs hook onto the waistband, teasingly tugging your shorts lower. 

Then you feel something thick pressing against the curve of your spine when he leans in impossibly close. 

Heat is flushing into your cheeks but you remain composed, turning your head to face Seonghwa. 

“Can’t seem to sleep with the smell of you just suffocating me like that”, he mutters, tone low that you shiver, and he has one hand palming over his thick erection underneath his shorts. “And especially your cunt.”

You don’t answer him right away, your mind sifting through the possibilities behind Seonghwa’s recent behaviour. His tail curls around your thighs, riding the fabric of your shorts, the fluffy tip caressing your skin. 

“Your heat came early”, you realise when the pieces finally click together. However, a little too late by then, considering that Seonghwa has you trapped under him, his erection pressing painfully against your lower back while his hands are leaving no areas of your skin untouched. It’s creating a haze in your mind, and before you could even formulate a response to offer the older hybrid to buy meds, his fingers are close to your scalp, and he tugs your hair with enough force that you’re forced to face upwards, staring right into Seonghwa’s glazed out eyes. He stares down at you, eyes dripping with overflowing lust before he collides his lips against yours, stealing every bit of oxygen left, his tongue exploring every part of your mouth, all of your moans going right to his cock. 

When he pulls back, he leans you over the kitchen counter, pressing his weight against yours, his lips right at the shell of your ear.

“Fucking hell. I can smell how much your pussy just wants to be fucked.”

“Wait! Hwa-“

“You’re such a bad owner”, he continues, in between groans that only make you squeeze your thighs when he grinds himself against you. “You’re doing it on purpose, right? Walking around with no fucking panties on. Just begging me to fuck you.” 

“It’s not that, Seonghwa-“, you squirm a little, your mind dangerously going blank when you feel Seonghwa pushing the opening of your shorts to reveal your soaking cunt, just taunting. 

“We might wake San up!”

His pants are the next to slide off, his cockhead just rubbing against the folds of your pussy. 

“Then let him. You know he likes watching your pretty little hole get stretched open no matter who’s fucking you right?”

He lines his wet cockhead to your hole. 

Then he pushes himself in, and the groan he releases when he does sounds like honey in your ears as he stretches you open to accommodate his thick cock. Your hand flies to his arms which are wrapped around your waist. 

“H-Hwa! Oh fuck-“ you gasp, feeling his cock slowly fill your pussy, girth thickening towards the base. 

“I’ve been such a good kitty right?” Seonghwa mutters into your ear, listening to the way you’re falling apart on his cock. “I held back so well. You should reward me, Angel. Then again, this pretty pussy of yours is enough. I’ll take good care of it for you.”

He pulls back and starts thrusting his hips against yours, the sounds growing wetter and louder. Seonghwa moans right in your ear, and his grip around you tightens further when he feels you clench around him. 

Cream and precum start to gather and further soak your cunt, some trickling down your inner thighs. 

“So fucking good. You’re so fucking tight for me, Angel”, Seonghwa purrs, his eyes rolling back in pleasure every time your cunt just sucks his cock in, wet and thick with cream. 

Seonghwa straightens his back, making it easier for him to just fuck you from the back all the same. 

The knot in your stomach tightens, and your breath hitches every time Seonghwa’s cock hits your sensitive spots. 

He presses his body weight against yours once more, his ruts growing more intense, and he has his hands around your neck. 

“You’re gonna cum for me, Angel? Fuck. Gonna make sure breed you so fucking good.”

And that was enough to set the both of you off—stars splattering across your eyelids, your legs shaking uncontrollably while Seonghwa forces his cock still in you, thick white filling your pussy up, leaking past your hole. 

You attempt to muffle your moans with your hands. Still, it’s rendered useless anyway, most because you watch San walk out of the bedroom in his hybrid form, ears pointed downwards, rubbing sleep from his eyes, expression unreadable when his eyes land on his friend with his cock stuffed in his owner’s pussy, and especially his owner looking up at him, her eyes in tears while cum drips down her thighs. 

His eyebrows are furrowed and he pouts. 

You stare at the hybrid before you, his ears perked up, his eyes glazed out and so needy.

San starts kissing up your neck from behind, his tail flicking back and forth, tickling your skin as he does. 

When you and Seonghwa had been caught by San, San pouted, upset that no one woke him up to let him join the fun. 

And now you were dragged into the bedroom, with Seonghwa sitting before you and San behind you. Seonghwa has his cat ears pointed forwards, his cock still thick and hard, messy with cream, and his fingers trail up your neck to your chin before he closes the distance between the both of you. 

The thing about San is that he knows how to play around with Seonghwa when it comes to fucking you, and during Seonghwa’s rut, it’s no different. 

When Seonghwa pulls away from you, lips wet with spit, precum seeping from his cockhead, mind greedy and desperate, San cups your tits, letting Seonghwa watch him pinch your nipples, letting your cunt spit more slick, staining your inner thighs even more while you squeal in pleasure. 

Seonghwa joins San, pressing and sucking his kisses against your skin, relishing in the way you groan every time he forms a pretty mark on your neck to your chest, then from your sternum to your pelvis, and he continues to lower himself right until his lips are on your pussy. He looks up at you through his lashes, watching the way your glazed-out expression when San makes you suck on his fingers. Seonghwa’s lips press against your creamy folds, letting his tongue slide into them, licking and fucking your pretty little hole, his cock leaking so much thick precum when he listens to your cries growing louder. San’s wet finger that he made you suck circles your asshole. He pushes one finger in, reminding you to relax or he can’t fit his cock in and Seonghwa continues to flick his tongue against your clit, tasting everything your pussy has to give. The hybrid behind you stretches your ass with another wet finger, and it’s making you tear up, but you feel his other hand slide across your thighs to soothe you. 

Your mind is hazy, and it’s not about to get any better when you feel your orgasm build as Seonghwa’s fucking your cunt with his tongue. 

San lines his cockhead to your asshole when he thinks you’re stretched open enough, and pushes in, kissing up your chin, reminding you to relax for him when he hears you sob. 

“You shouldn’t be mad at our sweetheart, hyung”, San defends you, watching the way your thighs are shaking from the impending orgasm. “She’s always been taking such good care of us, letting us fuck her whenever we want.” 

Another lick and your hands push Seonghwa against your cunt, cumming so fucking good on his tongue with a broken cry, your hole clenching San’s cock, his voice cursing in your ears. 

“Hwa! Fuck!”, you cry out, hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer to your cunt while he fucks you with his tongue through your orgasm, his purrs getting muffled, vibrating against your clit, making you shake even more. 

When Seonghwa pulls back, his cock is dripping with cum, his breathing as heavy as his cock.

You squeal slightly when San slowly pulls out of your ass before making you straddle Seonghwa’s lap. 

San leans into your ear to give you a suggestion. 

“You should be a good girl and ride him. You know he loves it when you do.”

Seonghwa looks like he’s on the verge of crying, his fists are clenched, his mind anticipating when he watches you hungrily lift your hips, grazing your pussy with his messy and thick cock before you push yourself on him, your legs shaking from how Seonghwa split your pussy from below. 

He hisses, a slew of curses leaving his lips while his cock twitches in you. His pretty ears are twitching too. 

“So good,” Seonghwa mutters in between tears. “Fuck. Still so fucking tight even when I fucked you just now-“

San lets his hands rest on your hip, guiding you to fuck yourself on Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa’s tail swishes rather violently, his head rolled back and pressed into the pillows, his whines and grunts filling up the room. Watching him squirm and unravel could get you and San addicted—especially with the stark contrast of when he takes the lead at first, only to completely fall apart in your hands when he’s under you. 

“Kitty is so fucking cute when you’re ruining him like this, especially when he’s in heat”, San hums. You nod, kissing San on his temple before your face contorts into pleasure when you sink onto Seonghwa’s cock again. 

“You’re such a good boy, Hwa. Such a good and pretty boy for me”, you sigh, leaning forward, letting your hands wander across his body, your fingertips teasingly grazing against his perky and swollen nipples. You press your thumb against his lips, and Seonghwa sucks on your fingers, looking at you with watery eyes. You wet your other thumb with your lips, and roll his nipples, listening to Seonghwa cry out helplessly underneath you while you still bounce off his lengthy cock. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck”, Seonghwa whimpers, his ears twitching uncontrollably. “Ngh- gonna cum. Fuck! Cumming-Oh fuck it’s so much”, he groans, eyes screwed shut, fingers leaving marks on your thighs, holding you still, letting his endless warm and thick spurts fill you up over and over again while you sing him praises.  

“Don’t forget about me, kitty”, San reminds you, his hands pulling you back as you lift yourself off Seonghwa’s cock with an eye-rolling shiver, so much fucking cum drizzling out from your hole, which San slips his cock in, and plugs your pussy hole shut, ignoring the way you’re crying that you’re too full.

It’s fine. San is gonna fuck the cum out of you anyway. 

San’s thick cock stuffs you full, and you hear him groan in your ear when he bottoms out in you. His hands caress your thighs before he lifts you and sits you on his cock again, listening to your cries. 

“Hyung, you really stretched her out so well”, San teases, his tail excitedly hitting the mattress whenever he feels you squeeze him. 

Seonghwa fucks his hand, watching the way you’re being fucked by San from below. Seonghwa doesn’t like sharing, but for some reason, he thinks San’s enjoyment of watching you be fucked stupid by him starts making sense in his head seeing you so ruined perfectly like that. 

Fluids pool at the base of San’s cock at every thrust, and it’s a pornographic sight of his cock thrusting in and out of your abused hole. 

In your ears, you’re just hearing San groaning, “fuck kitty. feels so fuckin amazing like this. Oh my fuck.”

Your brain is mush, coherent sentences aren’t even forming—only feeling San’s dick hitting spots in your pussy that’s making you see stars. 

Seonghwa shifts above you, his hand on your scalp, forcing you to look up at him and his pretty cock, watching him fucking his hand against your face. By instinct, you stick your tongue out as much as you can, even though you’re being fucked stupid by San. 

“That’s a good girl”, Seonghwa hums. “I’ll make you so fucking pretty.” 

With a strained groan, he bucks his hips against his palm, another load decorating your face. 

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so much, kitty. I know hyung likes messing you up with his cum. Still, I’m the one with his cock in you y’know”, San complains as he pushes his cock even deeper, pulling you out of any remaining coherent thoughts, your legs pushing open when your third orgasm hits from the overstimulation. You break, spraying all over Seonghwa when you lift your hips off San, forcefully pushing his cock out, his cum diluted by the clear liquid. 

No doubt, you’re completely spent. Your eyelids are heavy from exhaustion, but San and Seonghwa take turns pressing kisses onto your lips, whispering sweet nothings alongside purring against your neck. 

You’re in an absolute sticky mess, in tears, so fucked out thanks to your two pretty kitties.

And you’d let them do it all over again. 

[ssahotchnerr]

i just want a hug from Hotch so bad!!! 😭🤧 can i request a sunshiney and oblivious reader and Hotch hugging and sharing his coat bc she forgot hers and insists it’s too cold for Hotch to just give her his, so obviously the smartest solution is just to share hehehe? 🥰 and ofc the team makes fun of him bc he’s a huge softie for her!!! ❤️🍯

tysm! i absolutely adore your fics!

survival instincts

AWWWW cw; fem bau sunshine!reader, established relationship, playful banter and fluff <3

Patience was a virtue, one you felt as if you exhibited thoroughly. You were easygoing, positive, sensible when it came to others.

So waiting for the local PD to wrap up their analysis of the crime scene would've been fine, if the temperature hadn't been plummeting by the minute.

And you hadn't foolishly left your coat back at the precinct.

Your nose was numbing, you were beginning to shiver in place; the sun wasn't there to provide any supplemental warmth. The clouds were a menacing, gloomy gray that was darkening, with the tiniest bit of gleam coming from behind. In an hour or so, night would be upon you.

You breathed out, watching your breath fan out in a cloud, hoping it would entertain you enough to stop thinking about your growing frigidness. Your gaze furthered past it as it expanded, landing on Aaron and his warm coat.

The visual caused you to think about the earlier morning, warm in the comfort of bed. Laid beside Aaron, enveloped in the weak comforter the hotel had to offer - which didn't matter with the warmth he consistently provided. You would've done anything to go back to the moment. And so, a plan to remedy your problem quickly developed in your mind.

"Aaron." You whisper-yelled, despite the fact he was a mere foot away. His eyes were locked forward, without a doubt ensuring the crime scene wasn't being compromised by the officers poking around.

His brown eyes found yours, "Hm?"

"I'm cold." You whined with a playful pout, your eyes begging for help.

"Then maybe you should've remembered a coat." He teased, hands buried in his coat pockets.

You quipped by use of a cheeky expression in return. You gazed at the asphalt below, the wind whipping your hair around your face. You mumbled a feigned, solemn, "Maybe."

He began prying his coat off his shoulders, "Here, let me-"

"No silly. Then you'll be cold. And we can't have that, can we?" You rolled your eyes, bringing yourself in front of him. You slid your arms around his middle, underneath his coat - thankfully unbuttoned - and embracing him tightly.

The long coat he wore was loose enough to shield your sides, provided mild coverage from the wind, and whatever was left was made up from his body heat. Immediately, you began regaining warmth head to toe.

"Sweetheart, this isn't very convenient." You felt his chuckle rumble through him, gently jostling your head as it rest on his chest. But still his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. "Or professional, given the circumstances."

"This is merely a survival technique." You mumbled insistently into his shirt, a smile tugging at your lips. "Close contact preserves body heat. I'm just doing what it takes to survive. I don't think the Bureau would be very happy if one of their agents froze to death while on the job."

Aaron hummed at the stretch of your proposition. "Well, I think the Bureau would presume their agents would have the intention to bring a coat."

You scoffed lightly, causing him to laugh again. "Well, do you have a better idea?"

"Yeah, you could just wear my-"

"I already told you no. And my supporting evidence," You insisted, your voice laced an almost, mischievous wisdom. "You're just getting over a cold, which won't be returning if there's anything I can do about it. Plus there's a reason I call you a furnace. This, you," You tightened your hold on his as if to prove your point. "Can supply me with more warmth than a coat ever could."

He laughed softly. Again it was leaning more on the rigid side, conscious of any wandering eyes. He did, however, sneak a quick kiss to the top of your head. "If you say so."

You closed your eyes, releasing a content sigh and savoring the warmth, as well as Aaron's contact. One of his hands softly brushed a spot along your back. However, your shared moment of solitude was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Aww, can I join?" Derek gushed, shit-eating grin on his face. JJ had an equally as smug grin as she trailed up from behind him.

You shot him a look, one that read ha-ha funny as well as amused, while Aaron subtly narrowed his eyes. He then turned his head in the opposite direction, his cheek resting against your head comfortably.

"Cuddling on the job, huh? What would Strauss have to say about this?" Morgan continued to tease, and Dave even took out his phone, discreetly snapping a picture.

"He's just doing his job. Looking out for a team member by preventing potential frostbite. Or hypothermia, even." You arched an eyebrow playfully, your fingers clutching onto the fabric of Aaron's shirt underneath his coat. "And there's nothing wrong with that."

[onlyheluvsme]

please can you write abby drunk with a breeding kink upset that she can't get reader pregnant 🥺

uhmmm hello yess!! i gen love this kink hehehe. i hope your okay with me using this to continue my fave big clit abby who i know would definitely have this kink. enjoy!!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋbig clit!abby pt. v࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋabby smut´ˎ˗ after a gathering abby does her best to fill you modern!au — mdni, lowercase intended, smut, f!reader, mentions of: intercourse, penetration, doctors, men, pregnancy.ೃ࿔*:･pls leave reqs!!

abby couldn't help the way her eyes tracked your every moment, she was practically in a trance as you held mel's daughter in your big backyard. you bounced the baby on your hip, letting her chubby little fingers play with the lace hem of your neckline.

her mind immediately went into daydreams of you, belly swollen as you padded about your shared space, watching the way your beautiful body changed to support your child. abby knew what that unfortunately meant though, it wouldn't be by her doing, but some doctor and the seed of a loser who she would punch if she could.

abby took another swing of her drink, whiskey. the small gathering in your backyard had slowly died down, mel sitting sleepily with owen, jordan, and manny as they chatted on about some silly story. nora and leah giggled around you as you played with mel's kid. abby sat on the porch, over looking the entire scene, grateful for the people around her.

her eyes found you again, watching you start to rock the sleepy baby in your arms and began walking over to you soon enough, head coming to rest on the shoulder the babies head didn't lay on,

"there you are," your sweet voice rings in her ear, a smile on your face.

"hi angel" she says, head lulling to the side slightly.

"alright! we gotta head out!" you both hear from behind you as the guys and mel make their way over.

"bye bye, little pumpkin" you said softly to the sleeping baby in your arms as you handed her over to mel, abby watched in silence. everyone did their rounds of goodbyes, consisting of another forty minute conversation near the front door, then another shorter one when you and abby walked your friends to their parked cars.

when the two of you finally got back inside it was an hour later and you were both drunk and tired — you practically leaned on abby all the way through the hallway and into your bedroom.

she gave you a quick kiss before quickly getting ready for bed, you went to your dresser and pulled out your pajamas. tiredly, you slipped off the dress you wore, stretching back as you pulled off your bra and panties — throwing them in your shared hamper.

as you went to grab your night gown you hands wrapped around your bare body from behind, warmth and pine hitting you immediately. your head instinctively went back against her chest, finding her bare as well.

"mmm" you moaned in bliss as her large thick hands roamed your body, pressing and pulling softly at your skin. you hadn't realized your eyes closed and opened them to find the two of you in the mirror.

abby's mouth came down to your neck, your hand coming up to her head, pushing her into you. abby's eyes found yours in the mirror,

"want to see you all swollen here, and here" she said as her hands started at your belly and glided up to your breasts, circling the nipple lightly with her fingers.

"you want to gimme a baby, hm?" you whispered, pushing your hips back against hers. abby nodded into your neck, fingers pinching your nipples.

"wanna put a baby in me now?" you said lowly, abby frowned head raising,

"you know i can-" you cut her off by turning around in her arms,

"shhh" you smile slyly, "we'll figure it out"

your lips found hers, arms coming up over her thick shoulders and wrapped around her neck. abby's arms came around you and picked you up off the floor, your legs quickly wrapped around her torso.

"you want me to fuck you huh?" she said against your mouth, your head shakes vigorously as she lays the two of you onto your shared bed.

abby fits herself between your spread thighs easily, holding off from putting her entire weight onto you — yet is close enough for you to feel her growing clit pressed against your smaller one.

you stay like that for a while, brushing nipples, clashing teeth, feeling the slick of each other whenever one of you accidentally rocked your hips. soon enough, abby came up onto her knees, spreading your legs wide,

"gonna put my babies right here" she says hand glossing your lower abdomen. you moan in response, the burning in your core too much.

"please abby please" you begged, needing to feel her inside of you.

you felt the hardened tip of her clit slide through your glossy cunt, back and forth against your clit,

"that feel good?" she said, lightly biting at the ankle of one of your feet as she held you open.

you couldn't even form a response as her enlarged clit a slowly began to slide into you, just for her to pull back out. you whined, pushing your hips up,

"none of that," abby grits as she holds herself back from fucking you senseless, pushing her clit slowly back into your weeping hole. your eyes rolled back at the feeling, and abby slowly began a rhythm.

abby watched you beneath her, eyes half open in bliss and mouth open slightly — all she wanted was to be closer. abby let go of your legs and lowered her upper body, both forearms resting on either side of your head.

she left kisses on your face as she speed up her thrusts — the feeling of your warm walls pulsing around her made her force herself not to come yet.

the sounds of where the two of you were connected were some of the most erotic you'd ever heard — each other's slick coating your thighs and the bed.

"fuck abby" you moaned, head pushing back into the pillow,

"i know baby, touch yourself for me" she guided your hand to your soaked slit, helping you make small circles.

without warning, your orgasm shoots through you, back arching off the bed into abby chest. the feeling of your walls tightening through your orgasm causes abby's rhythm to stumble — your grip a bliss on her sensitive nerves.

abby fucked you through your first orgasm, watching your face contort in bliss,

"flip," she says without warning pulling out quickly, as she flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips into the air.

you laid on the bed as up, with a face full of pillow — drool quickly began a path onto the linen. abby slid back into your glossy cunt, your orgasm having made your channel more slick.

"abby, abby, abby" you whine in your ecstasy, fingers tightly gripping the sheets around you.

abby's pace was relentless, fucking you as deeply as she could, as if she was ensuring her seed took, and to abby, that was exactly what she was doing — even if it wasn't real.

"you're gonna look so pretty all swollen baby" she says in a haze behind you, hips slowly losing their rhythm. you could feel how close she was to her orgasm, clit twitching inside of you.

"fill me, abby please" you get out through your moans and abby falls over the edge at the sound of it, hundreds of images of your belly full as her orgasm rocks through her. you feel the stream of her come down your leg onto the beg as your own orgasm hits you.

abby's thrust continue until she's spent, pressing herself against you deeply until finally rolling off of you.

"my god" you say breathless into the pillow and roll around to find her sweating with droopy eyes. all you receive is a spent grunt in response, you push yourself up onto your upper arm, hand supporting your head. your other hand lightly starts to trace shapes on her face,

"we can try, if you really want to, i can call the doctor in the morning" you say quietly, watching her face for a reaction.

"really?" two blue eyes stare back at you with a joy that wasn't there a second ago.

"yes abby, i mean we have a lot to think about but i'm ready if you are" you smile at her reassuringly.

the two of you fell asleep talking about the future, possible baby names, nursery ideas, what the baby would look like. by the end of the night, abby held you tightly in her arms, bare bodies against each other dreaming of the little family you would have one day.

[abby masterlist]

[bc abby masterlist]

[riddlesbunny]

Asks, hm? Maybeeee ummm

Picture this: Theo, coming back after a smoke sesh with Mattheo, a lil high still. He comes to your room, and after mildly fumbling with the knob, he lets himself in as you’re getting ready for bed. He sees you in his oversized shirt and your pj shorts, and naturally can’t help himself. Theo comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and lazily starts pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders, mumbling in mixed English and Italian about how perfect you look in his shirt, all for him👀

Can easily divert into pure fluff, or pure smut, either or hehehe🤭

lavender haze

pairing: Theo x girlfriend!Reader

word count: 946

warnings: Explicit smut, drug use, fingering, oral (f recieving) munch theo yayyy, 18+ MDNI

note: I made it smut 😈 hehehe thank you for sending me a request 😋 tagging the homies @enzosbabyangel @belovedenzo @nemesyaaa

One thing about smoking, is it usually ends with Theo getting horny as fuck. He can’t help it. After a few hits, he’s zoned out and then before he can help it, his mind is clouded with thoughts of you. 

“You good man?” Mattheo’s voice interrupts his thoughts, Theo blinks, dragging his hand over his face, “‘um, yeah… just zoned out.” 

Mattheo laughs, “yeah, no shit.”

Theo lets out a breath, pushing himself up from the couch, “I better get going,” he mutters, ignoring Mattheo’s protest as he books it out the door.

The next thing he knows, he’s at your door, barely remembering how he got there. His heart pounds in his chest, fingers twitching as fumbles with the handle. 

You’re sitting at the vanity in your dorm that you share with the other girls, brushing out your wet hair, absentmindedly when the door swings open with force. 

He stumbles slightly, catching himself against the doorframe, tousled hair a mess, green eyes hazy He looks at you, then at the oversized shirt draped over your frame—his shirt—and something shifts in his expression.

“Shit,” he breathes, raking a hand through his hair as he kicks the door shut behind him. His gaze drags over you, slow and deliberate, like he’s trying to memorize the way you look right now, legs curled beneath you, his worn-out tee slipping off one shoulder, exposing just enough to make his jaw tighten.

You turn back to the mirror, pretending not to notice the heat in his stare as you resume brushing your hair. “You okay there?” you tease, watching his reflection as he takes a step closer.

He huffs a quiet laugh, but there’s no amusement in his eyes—just something dark, something hungry. “Yeah, just—” He exhales, shaking his head as he moves behind you, his hands finding your waist with that lazy, possessive touch that always makes your breath hitch. “Got distracted.”

A shiver runs down your spine as his lips brush against the nape of your neck—soft at first, then firmer, lingering. His grip tightens slightly, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt, like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Non hai idea di cosa mi fai” you have no idea what you do to me he murmurs, voice low and rough, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes flick up to meet yours in the mirror, dark and full of intent. “Especially when you’re wearing my clothes.”

You got to lift up from your chair to properly greet him, but his hands quickly find their way to your waist. Before you can protest, he spins you around and lifts you effortlessly, tossing you onto your bed. You have no time to catch your breath before he’s hovering over you, a wicked smirk on his lips.

He quickly nestles himself  between your thighs,  eyes are locked on yours as his fingers hook under the waistband of your silk shorts, dragging them down you legs slowly, your panties following suit. 

Your breathing grows shallow as Theo spreads your knees wider, leaning forward to plant wet, sloppy kisses along the inside of your thigh. His warm breath dances across your damp folds, making you ache for him.

His tongue finds its way to your clit, swirling softly before flattening to lick firmly from bottom to top. He pushes two fingers deep inside you, curling them upwards to stroke that sweet spot.

Your hips arch upward, grinding against Theo's mouth as he devours you hungrily. The sound of your wetness fills the room, echoing alongside your moans and gasps.

Theo's tongue flicks out, tasting your arousal as it coats your throbbing clit. “Tesoro, hai un sapore fantastico” fuck, baby girl you taste amazing he groans, burying his face deeper between your slick folds.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding his head tightly between your thighs as he feasts on you like a man starved,  "Oh god, Theo!!"

Theo grins devilishly into your cunt as you praise him, thrilled to hear the desperation in your voice. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, pushing it deep inside you while he works your clit with his thumb.

Your tight heat pulses around his tongue, coating him in your arousal as he laps at you eagerly, his eyes drinking in every inch of your quivering form. 

By now, Theo is a pathetic mess himself, humping your bed as he eats you.  He's so turned on from this he could cum right in his pants.

Your nails dig into his scalp as your hips grind harder against Theo's face.

Your release is just within reach; one tiny push away. "Yes, yes!" you moan as he continues. 

In a blink of an eye your orgasm rips through you with intense force, shaking your entire body as you scream Theo's name. Your hips buck wildly against his mouth, riding wave after wave of pleasure that seems endless.

Theo's tongue slows its frenzied lapping as you begin to come down from your climax, but he doesn't stop altogether.

His tongue continues to gently flutter over your pulsating bud, drawing out your orgasm until you collapse, breathless, beneath him.

His warm breath hitches as he lifts his face, his chin dripping with your essence.

Theo crawls up your body, capturing your lips once more, making you taste yourself.

When he pulls away you  glance down and notice the wet spot that’s formed on his pants and bite back a grin. “Well, looks like I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself. Want me to grab you a towel this time?”

He shakes his head in response, "you're lucky I love you, bella."

"I love you, too."

[t3am-r0adk1ll]

— Honeymoon with Daisuke! (nsfw!!!)

Note: Ok so uhm this is for a friend heheh~ I'm still working on reqs don't worry! rn i just did this for her bday <3

Daisuke x afab!reader

CW: smut, Daisuke is kind of a bottom?, he CRIES when he cums and that's the whole appeal of this, no pronouns used but reader does wear a dress and have a 🐱

Summary: Your boyfriend arrived from his internship in outerspace with all the intention to settle down with you. Now, you're making up for lost time.

It had been months since you last saw Daisuke. That fucking internship in space was something you’d never forgive his mom for. Why’d she come up with that? Seriously? She couldn’t have just get him a job as a secretary or something?

That was in the past, anyway. What mattered was that as soon as those eternal months passed and the Tulpar landed back on Earth, you could see your beloved boyfriend again. After picking him up from the station, you two went to share a nice meal at a fancy restaurant, had a good time, and Daisuke took you off-guard with a marriage proposal. Of course you were surprised, and of course you said yes.

It all happened a little fast after that, maybe because of the excitement for the wedding. A few months after the proposal, you were already exchanging votes at the altar, both dressed in all white, Daisuke’s hair slicked back with gel that made him look more handsome than usual. It was like a dream, one you never knew you had, but you sure as hell were enjoying.

But the best part? The best part was the honeymoon.

After Daisuke came back, you two were still too busy to spend nights together. Whenever you did stay at each other’s place, all you did was cuddle and sleep because of how exhausted you were. You hadn’t touched him in months, and it was taking a toll on you. You hadn’t noticed how much you missed him until you two were alone in the hotel room his mom had booked for you, in Tokyo, as a honeymoon present. It was fancy and there was a thermal pool and everything, but you couldn’t care less about that right now, when you were full-on devouring your husband’s mouth like you never had before.

You were slowly heating things up, your kisses and movements more eager, and this obviously didn’t go unnoticed by Daisuke, who was already panting. Once you gave his lips a break, going down to kiss his neck, he catches his breath and a few moans and whimpers escaped here and there.

“Haah… someone’s needy, aren’t you..?” Daisuke tried to sound smug and tease you, but your assault on his neck was making it hard for him to talk without a moan or two.

You giggled, giving a hickey you left one last teasing nip, making his back arch. "Haven't had you in a while, baby... can't blame me..." you pant against his skin, and he shudders under you.

At this point you're straddling him on the bed, both knees on either side of his body, sitting on his thighs. He's shaking a little bit with anticipation and arousal, you do that to him. You always have that way to get him so horny he's shaking, and even if he doesn't admit it out loud, he's missed you an awful lot too.

His hands give him away, eagerly finding the hem of your dress to slowly drag it up your thighs, his fingers carefully tracing the skin until his hands get to your butt and give a slow, tempting squeeze, coaxing a soft moan out of you. Your little noises always motivate him to go on, and that look you give him when he looks down at you just screams "please continue." And as the good boy he is, he obeys. His hands trail your waist under the dress, caressing you gently a few times, slow and earnest.

You loved his gentlemanliness, but today you were fucking starving for him. So you leave his neck unattented, marked by pretty hickies and lovemarks, but unattended, to sit up on his thighs and pull your dress off yourself. All that covers your body now is matching underwear you obviously are wearing for Daisuke. When his mind was just clear enough to take in the sight before his eyes, his face blushes but his eyes darken, eyeing you up and down before biting his lip with a teasing smirk.

"Aw, for me, babe? You shouldn't have..." he obviously loved it, did he think you didn't feel his cock throb under his pants? So you giggle in response, leaning in for an open-mouthed kiss again, and this time he had no shame in bucking his hips up to get some friction against yours, making you feel the heat that was concentrating on his lower belly. You smirked into the kiss, knowing damn well what you were doing to him, and it just got him more eager. One of your hands wandered down to his crotch, immediatly earning a groan from him. You loved how vocal he was for a guy, never shy to groan or whimper for you. Slowly you unbuckled his belt, only parting from your kiss to concentrate on fully undoing his pants.

Daisuke was breathless, his cheeks blushed a pretty shade of carmine, and all his attention was on you. Fuck, was he a sight. So pretty and so fucked up already, just for you. It was making your mouth water, but what made you gulp with eagerness was the sight of the wet spot on his boxers, evidence that he was just as eager, if not more than you, for what was to come. You hurriedly took his shirt off, ripping it in some places, but none of you could care less. Trailing kisses down his chest and abdomen was quick too, but that doesn't mean you didn't leave some more marks in the way. He'd be proudly flaunting those in the beach tomorrow, you were sure. You spent more time kissing and marking his navel, knowing this was a sensitive spot, which made your husband whine and arch his back under you, his hand shakily tangling in your hair to encourage you to keep going.

Of course you teased him over his underwear, licking along the outline of his cock. He downright moaned at that, hips bucking up eagerly, and his eyes were already watering because of all your teasing.

"Babe... please... too much... need you..." Daisuke panted, making you smirk, but you obviously complied, eventually pulling his boxers down to let his member out.

It was leaking already, much hotter than the rest of his body, and absolutely throbbing for you. As you had many times before, you started by taking the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and sucking slightly now and then. All your husband could do was whine and arch his back, tears already overflowing his eyes, causing him to cover his face with his free hand. His whines only encouraged you, slowly taking more of him in your mouth. By the time you started gently bobbing your head up and down his length, he had recovered his breath just enough to speak in ragged breaths and whimpers.

"I... I missed you so much, love... couldn't stop thinking 'bout you when I was up there... I missed your... your warmth so much... f-fuck..." he trailed off, but what you heard was enough for you to understand what he was saying. You couldn't be patient anymore, and you knew Daisuke couldn't either. Your mouth was only a temporary relief, but he needed to be in you.

"I missed you too, baby... so much..." you answered after llifting your head, now straddling his hips again, sliding your panties to the side. You were too eager, and Daisuke liked to keep your lingerie on whenever you wore it, he said it looked hotter that way. You were dripping wet, so you didn't need much more prep, and with his pre already leaking out his cock it was also much smoother. You slowly lowered yourself on his cock, sighing with relief once he bottomed out. So did he, the feeling of your warm cunt swallowing him and your walls fitting him tightly was never any less good than the first time. You were even tighter today, since it had been a while without the stretch.

"f-fuck... baby... s'tight..." he managed to hiss, hands instinctively moving to hold your hips in an encouraging grip for you to ride him. And yes, you were desperate to feel him ravaging your insides, but you missed the closeness too, so you lay closer to his body, only moving your hips back and forth slowly to start the motion. You two are so close your breaths intertwine, looking lovingly at each other's eyes, reveling in the way your bodies connected again after so long. You pick up the pace slowly once Daisuke starts thrusting up into you, a sign he wants to go faster.

Not even ten minutes pass before you're fully riding his cock, bouncing on him while he desperately meets your hips midway, thrusting into you with whines and moans that sometimes get even louder than yours. He notices how one of your hands goes down your body to stimulate your clit and the way your insides clamp onto his cock greedily, signaling you're close to your climax without even having to tell him. He's your husband, after all. One of his hands quickly pushes yours away, his thumb expertly drawing circles on your clit the way he knows makes you crazy. Slow circles, quick circles, then he spells his name. And right when he finishes doing so, you let out a nice cry of his name he's missed, he hasn't heard you moan like that since before that Tulpar internship. Daisuke let's you slowly come down of your high, holding your hips tenderly. Once you're lucid enough, you look up to his face, and just the sigh of him is enough to make you want to keep going.

He was about to ask how you felt, if you needed any aftercare or a moment before continuing, but you caught him by surprise when you resumed your previous pace, just this time your pussy was much tighter and sensitive after your orgasm. It felt so good, way too good, that it made Daisuke yelp at first--surprised by the unepected action and the unexpected overwhelming pleasure. He was starting to get overstimulated, he was way too close to coming for you to keep bouncing on him like that.

"B-babe! S-Slow down..!" Daisuke whined, yet his hips contradicted his words and betrayed his mind, sloppily thrusting up into you. "I... Imma come inside if... if you keep going like th-that..." his voice cracked, giving away the overstimulation tears that were starting to flow down his face.

"S'okay, love..." you panted, mind way too fucked out and horny to care for how your words were delivered. Needy and desperate. "Why don't you... why don't you fill me up, huh..?" you only slowed down for a moment to get closer to his ear, still grinding your hips down. "Want you to knock me up..." you nipped at his earlobe for good measure, and if you were thinking a little better, you would've sworn that broke something in him.

Daisuke shuddered at your words before letting out one more pathetic whimper, and his hands gripped your thighs so tight you knew there would be bruises. He started a sloppy but fast pace, a desperate and hungry one. Was he getting off at the idea of getting you pregnant? You couldn't possibly think of an answer to that with your brains being fucked out, eyes rolling back as Daisuke's cock hit the deepest part of your cunt over and over. If it could get bruised in there, it definitel was now. You reveled in the way you could feel your whole lower body being slammed by his cock, over and over and over, until you reached your climax unexpectedly again. This time it was weaker, all you could do was choke out a moan, while the way you tightened impossibly more made Daisuke cry. Literally cry. His back arched off the mattress and he full on cried your name out loud as he came.

You'd never heard him do that before. And it didn't get out of your head.

Not when he pulled you off him and laid you down next to him. Not when he put your knees to your chest and told you to keep them there so you'd have better chances at getting knocked up, because you'd reassured him that's what you wanted, after all. Not when you two drifted off to sleep cuddled up against each other, his tear stained face so peaceful and handsome under the dim lightning of the moonlight.

Maybe you'd make him cry again one of these days.

[sinsofsummers]

cupcake

1.9k | teacher!logan x fem!student!reader

(gif not mine!!)

summary: logan eats you for lunch. warnings: porn! teacher!logan and student!reader, so a bit of a taboo age gap, but an established situationship. oral (f receiving), desperate logan—like he is A LEWSER, p in v, creampie because he doesn’t last long (because he’s a whore), logan is a slut for ur releases mixed together, sub!logan tbh, let me know if i miss any! note: wow. sorry. this was also supposed to be a night of writing a longer fic. but i think this is my brand! short and sweet and salacious little things! enjoy, my loves! also i'm tagging @cavillscurls , @bren-lee-bear0404 , @ieatgoldfishy and @hughverine for this one cause...it just seemed like u guys were extra eager for it hehehe!

You can sense him behind you as you make your way down the corridor, heading for your room. You’ve just gotten out of an exam, and as the relaxation-lover you are, you’re thinking of one thing and one thing only—your bed, and curling up in it.

But just like Logan can sense you at all times, you’re no stranger to the feeling of being under his watchful gaze. It’s a heady feeling, and even though you can’t see him, you know that if you turn around he’ll be just a few paces behind you. 

And maybe you shouldn’t have gotten under your history teacher in an attempt to get over him, but by now it’s far too late. Logan has all but ruined everyone for you, anyway, a fact that you’re sure he would put on a billboard if you’d let him.

You put your head down and pretend to ignore the sound of his footsteps getting faster. 

You smirk. Thankfully the hallway is empty, or you’d have to answer for why your history teacher is chasing you down. 

He’s not exactly discreet; or at least, not when you’re in the same room as him. Whether it’s his intense brown eyes staring you down like a challenge, or his hands somehow finding their way to your shoulders, or your hands, trying to look innocent enough…you’re pretty sure Logan’s made it obvious. 

“Hey.”

There he is.

You pause, about to turn the corner, but he swings a hand around your arm and makes you whirl around to face him. His eyes are hard, but there’s a spark of mischief that has you flashing a tight-lipped smirk back in his face, blinking slowly. 

“Yes, Professor?” you cross your arms, holding the textbooks in your hands to your chest. “Did I miss an assignment?”

Logan’s mouth twitches into an amused grin, and he tilts his head. “C’mere,” he says gently, and tugs you toward the nearest classroom—his own. 

You’ve had your fair share of classes here, but you blush as he closes the door and sidles up behind you, his broad, heavy chest pressing against your back. 

“Where’ve you been, sugar?” His voice is smooth, low, and reeks of sex. You know exactly why you’re here.

Your throat goes dry, but you swallow and turn around, taking a step back. With a wink, you keep your hands clutched to your textbook. “I’ve been working.” 

You’re goading him. “If you hadn’t noticed, I still need to study for my exams,” you say nonchalantly, and watch as he confidently strides forward, following you up to the front of the room. 

In no time at all, his desk hits the backs of your thighs, stopping you from your retreat. Logan’s only a step away from you and capitalizes on it. You’ve got no room to squirm away; he towers over you and puts his hands on his desk, trapping you there.

“Time for a break, I think,” he hums, nipping at your jaw when you chuckle and turn away from his attempt to kiss you. “You’ve been working that brain so hard,” he continues, tugging the textbook out of your hands and tossing it to the floor with a heavy thud. “I’ve been waiting for you all day.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re still pleased at the admission. You take it upon yourself to hop up on the desk, though it doesn’t give you much more leverage; he’s still got the upper…everything. “Oh, you have?” 

Logan lifts a hand to cup your jaw and neck, bringing your face closer to him. His hand is rough but the guidance of his touch is gentle, and he rests his forehead against yours. His next words are a whisper. “I have,” he nods. “You look so sweet, sugar. Can’t you just take a break?”

Your stomach turns in a familiar knot, and your thighs tense. It’s not that you haven’t fooled around on his desk before. But you really do have exams to study for.

“I know,” you sigh, turning to press a series of kisses to his beard. “I know, I want to be done, too. But I—”

“Then be done,” he whispers, his other hand landing on your thigh. “You’ll pass all your exams, bub, you know you will. Such a smart girl,” he says as his hand creeps toward the inside of your leg. “Why don’t you let me do something for you, smart girl?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and bite the inside of your cheek, but it does nothing to hide your smile. “Logan,” you whine, trying your best to sound exasperated. “I can’t just drop my panties for you everytime you want.”

His hand has wandered to the waistline of your shorts; an elastic band is all that bars him from your thin panties. 

“Of course,” he says, and then his eyes dart down to the crux of your legs as he hooks a finger in your waistband, tugging it away from your body. “But you sure do leave them sopping wet, don’t you?” He cocks an eyebrow at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Well, if they weren’t before, they are now.

Your jaw drops open an inch, and for a moment you don’t know what to say.

Another finger hooks into your waistband, and he swipes his fingertips across your lower stomach, not daring to go any further until you give him the go ahead. “Please, sugar,” he whispers, and his voice shakes as he tilts your head up, holding his lips just an inch from your own. 

“I’ll be quick. I won’t even tease, baby,” he says, his hot breath fanning over your face, that delicious hint of tobacco making you flutter your eyes closed.

“Logan…” you try again, but he ducks his head into your neck and whimpers. Whimpers. 

“I’ll be good and quick, bub,” he says again. “Just let me taste you. I won’t ask for anything else, I swear.”

“Yeah right,” you say breathlessly, your composure slipping. “You always want more.”

“Can’t help it,” he breathes heavily, and his hand clenches your shorts in a fist. “M’gonna go insane if I can’t taste you, cupcake.”

You’ve never seen him this desperate, this much of a loser for your pussy, that you choke out a sigh and push his hand down your stomach. His eyes go wide and his mouth stutters as his fingers reach your mound, shoulders shuddering at the velvety smooth touch of your core. 

“Fine,” you say quietly, a smile growing on your face. “But just for a minute.”

“Minute’s all I need, sugar.” Logan doesn’t waste his time, molding his lips to yours with a deep groan that borders on the side of a growl, something that ignites a fire in your gut. 

In a flash, he’s practically torn your shorts from your body and he’s getting on his knees, eyes flitting up to yours as he leans into your core. The flush of cool air on your lower half is almost relieving. 

He pauses, closing his eyes right as he’s about to dive in. And he sucks in a breath through his nose, inhaling the scent of your arousal. It’s like a fucking ritual for him. Like a monk bent to pray, he worships the source of your sweetness.

You shake your head, carding your fingers through his hair. “You’re such a freak,” you breathe, but the humor leaves your voice as he darts his tongue out to flick your clit. 

And with your hands in his hair, he growls into your pussy and laps at it like a starving man, swirling circles around your clit and wasting no time before his fingers are teasing your entrance. 

“God,” you gasp, squeezing your thighs around his head. 

He lifts his head, and you wish you could take a picture of how fucking desperate he looks, with his beard already glistening with your wetness and his eyes wide as a puppy’s. “Not God,” he huffs, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. “Just me, bub.”

“Shut the fuck up and make me come,” you sigh, tilting your head back and letting out a soft giggle. “Your minute’s almost up.”

Of course, you don’t have any plans on cutting him off. Once he gets his tongue on your core, you won’t be satisfied until he’s filling you to the brim. 

He moans with every drop that slips out of you and lands on his tongue, which only makes your pussy weep more for him. “Come on, baby,” he says into you, his fingers slipping inside you and stretching you deliciously over his thick digits. “Come on daddy’s face.”

He has the gall to ask you to call him daddy? When he just spent the last ten minutes begging to get on his knees for you?

You almost laugh, but then his fingers curl inside you. He’s hitting that one spongy spot that has you arching your back, your eyes rolling back and your hand pressing down on his head, holding him to your core as you ride out your release. “Fuck, Logan,” you whine, rolling your hips into his mouth to make the ecstasy last longer.

He pulls away from you, and you can’t even lift your head before you hear the clink of his belt hitting the floor. His face comes into view, and then his tip is sliding against your slit, throwing you into a frenzy as your legs shake at the sensitivity. 

“I’m sorry, sugar,” he says, voice hoarse as he circles your clit with his angry, leaking tip. “I’m close already, I just wanna…”

“You wanna fill me up,” you finish breathlessly, head resting against his desk.

“Yes,” he whimpers, and you swear you could come again at the sound of it. “Please, cupcake.”

You nod, a string of yes please falling from your lips. And not a moment later, he’s shoving himself inside, and suddenly you realize how empty you’d felt all day before this moment, before his thick cock was making room for itself in your body. 

He doesn’t look like he’ll last long enough to give you another orgasm, but you don’t really care; he looks so fucking pretty like this that it’ll be enough to fuel an entire night of play when you’re on your own.

With a guttural groan and a few uneven thrusts, Logan bursts. The swing sound of metal claws unsheathing themselves is like a drug as he empties himself inside of you. “I’m sorry, cupcake,” he shudders, laying himself over you on the desk. “M’sorry I couldn’t—”

“It’s okay,” you wrap an arm around his shoulders, savoring the feeling of his dick still pulsing inside you. “I like it when you’re so…”

You trail off. Nothing can quite describe the essence of Logan when he’s begging to eat you out. But there’s something so undeniably filthy about someone like Logan—your rugged, perfect Professor Logan—shedding his grumpy exterior for a taste of you.

The two of you lay there for a few more moments before he straightens, pulling you to a sitting position. He slowly pulls out, catching his seed and pushing it gently back inside you as best he can. 

You hum at the sight, and finally stand, pulling your wrecked shorts back onto your hips. “How are you gonna explain that?” You point at the small puddle of your releases, mixed together.

His hair is still messy, his fingers still shining with your arousal, but he winks. Claws retracted, he swipes a finger through the mess and puts it to his lips, drinking down the result of your pleasure. 

“Frosting,” he grins, and the return of the cocksure professor you know so well has returned. He presses a kiss to your temple and whispers in your ear. “From the sweetest of cupcakes.”

[knight-of-flowerss]

So uhm.. everyone wanted Cregan p!links.. SO HERE YALL ARE HEHEHE!!

MASTERLIST

CREGAN STARK + SOMEJACAERYS VELARYON TWITTER P!LINKS:

🛻•Trucker!Cregan:

Type of shit you send Cregan when he's on the road

Cregan when he comes back home after a long drive

You asked him to 'kidnap' you part two

He takes you whenever, wherever

You wanted to enjoy nature, he wanted to enjoy you

How he gets you to say yes to sex

He saw this on pornhub and decided he wanted to try

When the kids aren't home

Long story short of how you get pregnant

While the kids are in bed

Yk how I said he makes reader ride him even when she's super pregnant?..

📚•Nerd!Cregan:

Sucking off Cregan while he plays his games

Teasing him

He convinced you to dress up, you convinced him to cum

He finally lets you touch him

Touching Cregan in public just might be your favourite thing in the world

He fucks you in his room part two

He finally gets confidence part two

Hold fuck - his thought process

Probably his favourite thing in the world

He's so soft I can't 😭🩷

He finally learnt how to munch part two

🔧•Mechanic!Cregan:

He might be sweet, but he loves a good fuck

Cregan fucking you at work

Desperate

He loves to focus on you part two

He fucks you in your ruined Porsche part two

Fucking Aegon's sister

He loves waking up to you ontop

100% sends this to you when he's supposed to be stepping in for Harwin at work

He normally treats you like a princess but you've been bratty

He loves fucking you in his car part two part three part four part five part six

Quickly, before he has to go to work

🍻•Frat!Cregan:

Cregan changes positions 24/7

You bounce on his cock while Alysanne sits on his face

Getting fucked by Cregan and Jacaerys while Baela and Rhaena suck Lucerys off

He loves making his innocent tutor do something dirty

How you look after a party at Cregan's frat

You're just a thing to fuck to Cregan

Cregan ruins you while Jace watches

He manages to convince his best friends little sister to be naughty

You're dedicated to your studies but Cregan can't bear not getting sucked off every five bloody minutes

Riding his thigh when he's supposed to be studying for his exam, he's using you as an excuse for when he fails it part two-he fails his exam

Tell me frat boy!Cregan wouldn't do this to innocent!reader

He's a man of many positions

He loves sharing you with Jace

he LOVES sharing the same hole with Jacaerys

💪•Himbo!Cregan:

Cregan can't resist, even when you're supposed to be in control

Valentine’s Day surprise

Big, beefy and breaking your back

He's a rough fuck but.. worth it

He shows you just how strong he is

This is just so himbo!Cregan omg

This is also so himbo!Cregan coded 😭

He loves to pleasure you but you just couldn't stop wriggling so this is how he holds you

He loves video games but he also loves your cunt, gah! Which one to choose?! How about both 🤭 part two

You wanted to try being in control

🐺•HOTD!Cregan:

He loves you bouncing on him when he's tired

Fucking you on the sofa

Sleepy sex go brrr

Uh-.. yeah.. Cregan loves doggy

Holding you down

He got a littleee too excited about fucking Jace's daughter

REAL MEN EAT PUSSY

Treating you like a QUEEN

Fucking Alysanne's sister at his own wedding

Oh he 100% bear hugs you while he fucks

🐉•Jacaerys extras!:

Jacaerys would 100% send you this

Jacaerys has to do this when he fucks his pretty little twin

He doesn't have the heart to sully his aunt

He loves being as close as he possibly can be

He can't quite seem to get enough

Holding down his girlfriends!bsf while he fucks her

His bully teases him

Fucking Luke's girlfriend

hope y'all enjoy my lovelies!!

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @cryinonthefloor553 @visenyablackwood

[nerdsnuff]

KEI TSUKISHIMA BOYFRIEND HCS. gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings.

icl i had fun with this also fun fact i wrote this before my drabble (which i linked in here LOL that one pointer was so good i had to write a whole moment for it) THIS IS AN OLD DRAFT

☽ SLOWBURN KING. it WILL take awhile for you to date him. but that’s okay, just don’t give up on him trust. will definitely deny his feelings for you… but he doesn’t mean it one bit! he just has a difficult time showing affection and being vulnerable at first. treat him nice even if he’s mean to you! seems unfair, sure, but honestly if you snap back he’ll learn where his place is. sooo don’t be too much of a pushover! he just likes getting under your skin cause he thinks it’s fun.

☽ a good way to woo him is to flatter him. yup! absolutely he’ll tell you to shut up when you compliment him, but his face gets all blushy, heheh. (you should make fun of him)

tsukishima blinks as he hears a compliment fall from your lips, telling him how cool and impressive he is, and how you can really see he’s getting super good! he clicks his tongue and looks away. “shut up” is all he can muster in a weak tone. even if you can’t see his face the tips of his ears are bright pink, making his embarrassment clear as day.

☽ yamaguchi is the best wingman and your guys’ biggest supporter! he knows tsukishima has feelings for you and would keep nagging him about it (much to his dismay)

☽ you’d most likely have to be the one to confess. going to yamaguchi for help is just a natural process honestly (GIGGLES)

he laughs a little as you clasp your hands together, begging him to PLEASE tell you how to actually attract this annoyingly hot blonde. “hey,” he starts, voice soft. “he already likes you, y’know? sorry to spoil that but—i just wanted to assure you! so whatever you do… and however you say it, it’d be good in his book, i’m sure!” he says this nervously, yet simultaneously remaining confident in his own words of advice.

☽ once you date it may take a bit to fully melt the ice. as i said, slowburn king. yes even until the beginning of the relationship. but don’t worry, he likes you so much. his pale skin is always pink around you! if you ever doubt it, the best thing to do is have a serious talk with him about it, it’ll help him lower his walls.

☽ loves you a lot but shows it discreetly… holding fingertips, showing you random songs (cause they remind him of you), teasingly ruffling your hair, sharing stuff with you, etc.

☽ always smiles when talking to you. he only smiles around a very specific group of people and it’s also rare sight, but you always make him smile very often and very bright.

☽ of course he’ll share his headphones with you. and you know how it is, HEADPHONES OFF AROUND YOU! he’ll listen to everything you say.

☽ he gets his romantic advice from love songs. so he may be stupid sometimes in the romantic department.

☽ would love music recs from you. he might be picky with the genre, but has the will to try anything, no matter how heavy or slow. (…or bad)

“what the fuck is this?” he asks, a disgusted look on his face as you hold your stomach, dying from laughter. “‘my name is david’? these are the shittiest lyrics i’ve ever heard in my life turn this off” he says, scrabbling for your phone on the edge of the bed.

☽ MATCHING THINGS!!!! oh he looves that. the day he suddenly buys you matching charms you shat yourself a little. cause though he wont admit it, he likes enjoying and understanding the same things as the people he cares about.

☽ lowkey has trust issues sometimes, it’s not too big but it’s best to show him just how much you really can be counted on! DON’T EVER BREAK HIS TRUST. lying is a BIG NO. seriously…

☽ don’t judge him for his past when he tells it to you… dont downplay it, hed be upset. he knows it’s not too much of a big deal, but still, feeling betrayed by your idol feels tough, y’know?

☽ acts like he doesn’t wanna do shit but he does. he just has this stupid cool guy act. but once you get under that he’s a cutiepie

[fettuccin-e]

The First Time

Kinktober Day 15: Size Kink

Tags: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls wrap it up irl fuck them kids), fingering (r!recieving), oral (r!giving and recieving), Frankie's monster schlong, yeah he's got a giant dick we all know it (w/c: 1.5K)

A/N: Part of the rapid-fire Kinktober catch up! My absolutely massive size kink really let itself free with this one (get it?? massive?? hehehe) but anyway please enjoy my ramblings about taking Frankie's gigantic schlong. (I have been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings for Kinktober!)

The first time you undress Frankie, really see him for the first time, bare and open to your gaze, you think you’re fucking hallucinating. He’d been so shy when you’d first met, so unassuming next to Pope and Will and Benny. Tugging the brim of his cap to cover his eyes, a timid little smile playing on his face as you flirted with him, not his friends. 

You couldn’t have expected the fucking monster between his thighs the first time you have him naked in your bed, his cock so thick you can barely wrap your hand around him. You don't expect the way you choke on him when you try to blow him, only for you to realize that you hadn't even made it halfway.

He doesn’t fuck you that night, the both of you too high on each other’s bodies and too tipsy from the bottle of wine you’d shared earlier.

“Need time to get you ready, hermosa,” he whispers in your ear, fucking you so hard and deep on his fingers you nearly cry. “Next time baby, next time.”

The first time he fucks you, he doesn’t make it all the way. You think you're ready, despite Frankie’s protests, begging him to fuck you, grinding into his mouth, into his fingers as he works orgasm after orgasm out of your heaving body. Through your blurry eyes, you can see the way his hips thrust gently into the mattress, fucking himself into your sheets as he eats you out, groaning into your pussy as you gush down his face. It’s fucking maddening.

He lines himself up, pressing into you gently, so gently, but God, it’s already too much. Too fucking much. You gasp as the thick head of his cock presses into your entrance, spreading you so much wider than his fingers, wider than you’ve ever been stretched. It fucking stings, and you dig your nails into Frankie’s shoulders as you try to take it for him.

He only sinks in halfway before your body just can’t take it anymore, squeezing him so tight that he can’t possibly move deeper. Tears spring to your eyes at the feeling of it, and you try to apologize, but Frankie only leans down to seal his mouth to yours, kissing the breath out of your lungs.

“Feels so fucking good,” he mutters against your lips, sounding so fucking wrecked, and you throb around him at the sound of it. “Your little pussy is so fucking tight.” 

You feel lightheaded at the destroyed rasp of his voice, and when he moves, you feel lightning rocket up your spine, whining loudly against his lips. He grins, the shy boy from the bar long gone as he thrusts until he’s halfway in again, fucking you on only half his cock as you keen beneath him. You have no idea how he’ll ever fit inside completely, how just half of him fills you up more than anyone else ever has. “Wanna take all of you,” you gasp, “want it all inside, fuck, Frankie, please.”

He shushes you gently, smoothing his hands down your sides. “Mi amor, we need more time to get you ready,” he murmurs softly. “Next time, baby, next time.”

He fucks you just like that, breaking you open with just half of his cock and fisting the base in a large, warm palm until you squeeze around him with your orgasm. When you beg him to cum inside you, he groans, pumping you full, gripping tight to your thighs. You promise yourself that next time you'll take all of him.

The first time you take Frankie, really, truly take him, you think that he’s more affected than you are.

You’re so wet, dripping down your thighs from Frankie’s endless preparation, his lips shiny with your slick as he leans down to kiss you slowly, deliberately. You find that you don’t mind the taste of yourself.

He’s been fucking you on his thick fingers for what seems like hours, spreading you so wide, wide enough that you thought you’d break.

You don’t know how many times he’s made you cum, how many times he’s told you that it’ll make you looser, get you ready. You think he just likes watching you fall apart, his eyes blown wide as you tremble against the sheets. 

When he finally, finally notches the thick tip of his cock against your entrance, pushing forward slowly, you try to brace yourself for pain. It’s so much, he’s so much, and it should hurt, fuck, you should feel like you’re being ripped apart. 

But your mind is foggy with desperation, your need to finally fit him inside, that you can barely feel the pain at all. You can only gasp for air as his cock stretches you wide, pressing in so deep it’s like you can feel it in your lungs. And he just slides in, easy as that, as if it was easy all along.

And as much as you moan and gasp, your fingers clutching into the skin of his back, it is nothing compared to the way Frankie fucking whines at the feeling of it, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he stills his hips, pressed in as deep as he can get.

“Fuck me, please, oh my God, Frankie,” you gasp, grinding your hips against his on pure instinct, desperate to get him in deeper, somehow. But his hands tighten on you, gripping so hard you think he’ll leave bruises.

“Stop,” he says, deep and raspy and fucking primal. “Stop fucking moving, shit, ‘m trying not to fucking cum.” He sounds goddamn sinful, and your pussy throbs at the sheer idea of him filling you up just from finally fitting inside you. You let him breathe through it, raking your nails gently up his back. He shivers at your touch.

You suck air in through your teeth when he pulls out, just barely, only to fuck back in. He does it again, and again, and again, thrusting so deep into you that his cock fucking drags into your sweet spot, not even trying. You’ve never felt so fucking full before.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn tight, don’t even know how I can fuckin’ fit,” he mutters, pulling your thighs tighter around his hips and pulling you down onto his thick cock with every thrust. “This little cunt is just sucking me in, ‘s like she can’t get enough.”

“God, yes, Frankie please,” you choke out between labored breaths, your vision blurring at the edges. All you can fucking feel, hear, smell is Frankie above you, warm and towering over you, filling you up so perfect.

“So goddamn pretty wrapped around my cock,” he growls, pounding into you hard enough that tears start to pour down your cheeks. “My greedy baby, am I big enough for you?”

“Fuck! Yes, it’s so- it’s so fuckin’ big, Frankie, I can feel it in my fucking stomach.” You’re slurring your words, your brain turned to mush as Frankie breaks you apart so viciously. He reaches between you to rub quick circles into your clit with a calloused thumb, and your body locks up, your back arching so far it presses your tits into Frankie’s strong chest.

“That’s right, honey, just fuckin’ feel it. Nobody else can fill you up like I can, right?” he snarls, and you can only nod frantically, choked moans punched from your throat every time he thrusts inside you. “Cum, sweetheart. Show me how much you love my big cock.”

And you have no other choice but to fucking scream, pulsing violently around him as you cum. You’re fucking lost in it, broken apart in the best way possible, and Frankie groans, stilling inside of your as he fills you up with cum. It’s pure bliss, a goddamn revelation, and you don’t think it’s ever going to fucking stop. He smothers your cries with a kiss, licking into your mouth and soothing you like a wild animal as you both ride out the aftershocks. 

When you finally feel yourself start to breathe normally again, to find it in yourself to blink blearily up at him, smiling softly when you see him already staring down at you. As he pulls out of you, you feel the emptiness immediately, whining as he shushes you gently. “I know, honey, I know,” he murmurs, falling beside you and pulling you into him. “You did so good for me.”

“Damn right I did,” you murmur, sleep already weighing down your eyelids. “Who else is going to take that monster dick of yours?”

He laughs, loud and gruff in the most perfectly Frankie-way you could possibly imagine. “Don’t act like you didn’t fucking love it, hermosa.”

And, well, you don’t really have arguments for that.

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

"Suck it n' look in his eyes!"⋆˚࿔ ⋆𝜗𝜚˚

synopsis: birthday blowjob for alhaitham hehehe

tags: vulgar, explicit, bj (obviously), cum eating, other than that pretty tame

wrd cnt: 0.8k

a/n: repost from old acc!

Alhaitham isn't one for relishing in the day of his birth, but he knows you like to make something special out it- so he lets himself humor it.

When he walked through the door, he was immediately hit with the sweet scent of roses and the evidence of its petals creating a clear and persuasive path.

He followed the trail of red velvet into your shared bedroom to find you sat and waiting, a wicked grin on your face.

"Happy birthday," you purred.

Alhaitham's eyes widened at the sight before him, his love in a dark hued set of lingerie, wrapped up like a delicious present all for him.

He was…surprised- to say the least, and a little nervous for what you had in store for him on his special day.

"This is...wow," he stammered, palms sweating slightly from his evident nervousness.

You unfolded your legs from the position they were in, pulling on the strap of your thigh garners straight as you stood up to go hug him.

"Come," you said softly, beckoning him.

Alhaitham eagerly complied, quickly closing the distance between you, his large hands catching you at the waist.

He captured your lips in a passionate tangle, tongues dancing together.

You pulled away just for a second to push him gently onto the bed.

As you straddled him; cold hands found the meat of your ass to grab and grind against his growing erection, his cock poking in between the folds of your clothed cunt.

You slowly trailed kisses down Alhaitham's neck, nipping at his sensitive skin along the way, continuing to grind against him, causing him to let out a low groan of pleasure as you both felt a familiar pool of pleasure and warmth in your bodies, growing each titillating second.

"Fuck-“ he groaned. "More...'

You smirked, making your way down his chest as he strips for you…quite fast at that, letting you leave a trail of hot kisses down his exposed skin.

When you reached the waistband of his pants, you look up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes; hungry to taste more.

"Can I take these off?" you ask innocently, as if he’d say anything but yes.

Alhaitham nodded slowly, unable to form words as desire coursed through his veins and a red hue stuck to his face, a rouge similar to the ones of the roses that led him here- to you.

You make quick work of Alhaitham's boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion. His cock springing up free from its confines.

You breathed heavier now, feeling the weight of it in your hand and seeing all the pretty veins that were engraved into his cock.

Alhaitham groaned at the sight of your lust-filled gaze focused on him, so eager to feel your mouth wrapped around him.

You placed a soft kiss on the tip of his shaft, already tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there, only serving to make you even more determined.

You slowly licked a stripe up the underside all the way up, before swirling your tongue around the head, sucking it softly.

Alhaitham let out a low growl of approval as he tangled his fingers in your hair.

"Fuck- just like that…you're doing so well."

You took as much of him into your mouth as you could, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around him.

Bobbing your head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke as your hand took the rest of it.

"Y-y/n...shit," Alhaitham groaned. "That feels so fucking good...don't stop-"

All you could do was moan in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Alhaitham's cock- but you continued to suck and lick him, alternating between slow and fast strokes.

Alhaitham's hips bucked involuntarily as you took him deep into her throat. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge with each passing second.

"I'm gonna cum...down your fucking throat," he warned.

You pulled away from his cock with a wet pop and looked up at him with a sultry smile.

"Not yet," you said teasingly. "I want to taste you a bit more."

With that, you took him back into your mouth, sucking him eagerly as you stroke his shaft with one hand. Your other hand pleasing his balls, gently massaging them as you continued to work him over.

It didn't take long for Alhaitham to reach his peak. He let out a string of curses as he came hard in your mouth.

"Don't you dare waste a drop..." He groaned, ragged breathing as he threw his head back.

And you damn sure didn't, swallowing every bit, eagerly milking him for every last bit of pleasure.

When he had finally come down from his high, Alhaitham pulled you up into a messy lock of lips. He could taste himself on her tongue, and it only served to fuel his desire even further.

"Happy Birthday to me." He breathed out against your lips.

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