#Oh God Wait. Hold On Let's Double Check

[evie-sturns]

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ

(part 3) (part 2) (part 1)

summary: you and your best-friend matt, have decided to sign up to be a summer camp counsellor for your school's summer project! will you two stay as just friends? or will this summer turn out different for you guys.

a/n: glad you guys are liking this series, this part is smutty af, but i like it, i might be wrong but i think this is a little shorter than part 1 and 2.

contains: SMUT! fluff, making out, swearing.

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he pulls away slowly as his phone lights up, he scrolls through it before letting out a soft laugh "no way" he scoffs, rubbing his eyes. "tonight were sleeping in the kids hall, like me and you, supervising.."

"you're kidding matt"

"nope, apparently theres a small cabin that connects off the kids hall, its got 1 bed that we share" he laughs

my cheeks flush, sharing a bed with matt, after this?..

-

after my makeout session with my bestfriend ,matt, we both went back to our own cabins, packing certain things to prepare for sleeping next to the kids sleeping-hall.

"xaiveerrr!" i yell, swinging the door to our cabin, hes sitting comfortably on his bed, still wearing his swimshorts as he scrolls through his phone. "y/n! i was waiting for you to come back to the lake?" he says, slightly confused.

"oh i just went into the kayak shed with matt." i smile, trying to wipe the blush off my face.

he raises an eyebrow "why'd you go in there? you totally abandoned me, i had to try make friends with fucking lincoln, hes weird as fuck.."

my mind scrambles, trying to think of a believable excuse for why i disappeared with matt into a dark shed for 25 minutes. i open my mouth, nothing comes out.

silence grows in me and xaivers shared cabin before he interrupts "no way, you kissed matt!?" he laughs, i slam my hand over his mouth "ew no what the hell!" i say defensivley.

"you're getting defenssiiivveee" he teases, my face goes cherry red. "we didn't do anything xaiver." i mutter, walking over and packing my toothbrush and pyjamas in a small tote bag.

"oh girl, i know you're not moving out right now, i was kidding!!!" he says, staring at me while i pack everything i need for a night.

"im not moving out, me and matt have to spend the night in the kids hall."

he gasps "oh my god, its luxury in there, i heard paige and dani were in there the other night, the cabin which you guys stay in is relativly close to the kids hall, so you're not actually in with the kids, its just a private room near it." xaiver says.

"oh thank god, though id have to sleep in a bunk in the middle of the kids hall." i sigh, throwing my tote bag over my shoulder, hugging xaiver goodbye.

"don't have too much fun with matt" he whispers, resulting in me slapping his arm "shut up."

-

I walk down the long gravel path towards matts cabin, its got a small sign outside which reads, 'MATT & LINCOLN' i walk up to their cabin, knocking twice. matt swings open the door, hes got a toothbrush in hand.

"where the fuck is your bag" i laugh.

"bag?" he questions

"yeah? overnight bag, like pyjamas, toothbruhs, face wash..."

his face stays deadpan "oh uh, this is all i need." he laughs pointing to the toothbrush.

"doesn't matter, lets go." i say unlocking my phone and reading the time 7:34pm

matt subtly holds my hand as we approach the kids hall, theres a small cabin about 20 meters away from it, "theres our room!" he says, walking me over to it and swinging open the door, theres one double bed with a book of rules on it. i place my bag down on the bed as matt flicks through the book

"all the campers must be in bed by 9pm, uhh, any complications call jessie in the main office.." he trails off "seems easy enough."

after a few minutes of unpacking matt grabs my hand again, my heartrate increases as he stares into my eyes, "c'mon, lets go check out the kids hall." he says before letting my hand go and walking out into the evening air.

we walk up the stairs to the kids hall, opening the double doors.

theres about 100 bunk beds, with around 200 hundred kids scattered across the room, wall diveders in some parts so its not just an open room, a group of kids are doing gymnastics, another couple are reading, its chaotic but controlled.

i look up at matt, he seems slightly overwhelmed.

instantly three six year old girls run up to us,

"are you guys boyfriend girlfriennddd!" one of them says, smiling up at me and matt. another group of slightly older girls come up to me, "can we braid your hair?"

i look at matt, hes smiling at me, a small blush painted on his cheeks, "yeah sure!" i say as one of the nine year olds pulls me towards her bunk bed, sitting me and matt down.

she giggles as she pulls out two hairbands, tying up matt's hair into pigtails above his head. matt rubs his eyes, as they start placing bows in his hair. "looking good matt" i say, nudging his arm.

-

i check my watch again, 8:55pm

shit.

i stand up from her bunk bed, my hair decked out in glitter hairspray.

i drag matt away from his makeover, "hey, we're just getting to the good part!" matt whines, "matt we have 5 minutes to have 200 kids asleep." i say, stressed, running my hand through my crispy hair.

"you guys have to be in bed in 5 minutes guys! whoever falls asleep first gets a candy!" i yell from the middle of the hall, instantly all the kids leap into bed, screaming as they gather their stuffed animals.

the whole room goes silent, apart from a few whispers, i look at matt whos got a suprised expression spread across his face. i grab his hand before walking towards the door, flicking off the light and stepping out into the night breeze.

we approach our small cabin for the night, matt opens the door, pulling me inside and locking the wooden door behind us.

"we should finish what we started earlier." he mumbles, looking down at me in the dimly lit cabin.

"what?" i whisper, but im cut off by his hand on the side of my cheek, he leans down, pulling me into a gentle kiss.

"we can't matt." i say pulling away.

"why not, you scared?" he teases.

"anyone can walk in or hear us, the walls are paper thin." i sigh.

"who said we have to do it in here?" matt says seductively

"im not fucking you in a public bathroom, thats gross." i sigh, walking over and grabbing my toothbrush.

"come with me." matt whispers, taking my hand and unlocking the door to the cabin. he grips onto my hand as he runs towards the trees, he picks me up, taking me into the garland until theres a patch of soft grass.

he waits for me to say something.

"i think i need you.." i mumble as he lays me on the grass on my back.

"tell me what you want me to do to you baby." he whispers, grabbing the inside of my thigh.

"fuck.. please fuck me." i whisper shakily.

i pull my tanktop off over my head, to his suprise i have no bra on underneath. my nipples instantly become hard as the breeze hits them. i pull down my pyjama shorts, leaving me revealed for him

"its gonna be okay baby, just tell me when." matt says, pulling his sweatpants down.

his length springs out, tapping his stomach lightly.

"oh my fuck-" i groan, throwing my head back as he kneels between my legs, lining himself up with my entrance "you gotta be nice and quiet for me, can you do that for me?" he says, holding my hand.

he slowly pushes inside of me, his length stretching me out, i wince. "breathe." matt says, "look at me sweetheart." he mumbles as he thrusts deeper inside of me, my eyes stay sealed shut. "watch me baby or i'll stop."

he pulls out to his tip, then thrusts back in "taking me so well."

i let out a loud moan, "shut up, and take it." he says slamming a hand over my mouth. his thrusts intenseify, my moans are muffled by his palm. "im gonna fuck-" i groan, "hold it for me." he says, continuing to fuck me. without warning i clench around him, letting myself go.

he abrubtly pulls out, stroking himself a few times as he whimpers, realeasing all over my stomach before collapsing down beside me.

"im so proud of you." he whispers shakily as he pulls up his sweatpants. he hands me my shorts as he stands up, pulling me onto my feet as my legs tremble. "you okay?" he looks down at me, concern spread across his face.

"mmfgh." i mumble out, still processing what just happened, matt chuckles before picking me up and running us back to the cabin.

(the next morning)

I wake up to the godawful sound of dani's voice, i open my eyes slowly looking at her as she looks down at the bed, her arms folded.

i tap matt, forcing him awake. he groans as he yawns, his eyes springing open. his face drops as he sees danielle.

"saw you two last night." she says, her arms folded.

my stomach drops.

"jessie wants you two in her office, such a shame that you have to go home so early, you were only here for such a small amount of time! guess someone didn't read the no romance between staff rule.." she tuts.

"god, i feel soo sorry for you guys, also gonna fail business class cause you couldn't even keep a job here." she says in a fake sympathetic tone.

tears well in my eyes, threatening to fall.

"oh well, go on get dressed and pack your bags, better to be prepared before you see jessie." she sighs before walking out of our cabin.

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[trensu]

Some more of stasis in darkness. you have no idea how many times i've written this scene. i discarded three or four different versions of it before i came up with this one. i feel like this version worked best for the characters. or at least i hope they feel in character.

It was the ninth night.

Steve took his usual spot before the shrine. He greeted his god as he had before but decided tonight was going to be a quiet night. He didn’t have much to say so he’d simply let his faith burn bright in his silent vigil.

Hours passed, and again the strange man didn’t show up as he had been the nights prior. This time, Steve didn’t bother putting it off. He decided to do a perimeter check. As he stood, however, a cacophony of squeaks and beating wings filled the air.

A massive colony of bats burst into the clearing. They moved shockingly fast as they neared Steve and the shrine. Steve ducked his head under his arms but let the bats come. He ignored the little Robin in his head yelling about rabies. He couldn’t risk hurting one of his god’s favored creatures. 

There were so many of them, more than Steve had ever seen in his life. They flew round and round dropping altitude until they coalesced at the foot of the shrine. The din stopped as abruptly as it had started. When Steve could no longer hear a single squeak or feel wings zipping overhead, he lowered his arms. Cautiously, he lifted his head, eyes drawn immediately to the shrine to check for any damage. 

Not a single bat remained. Instead, the strange man sat, cross legged, at the statue’s feet. He wore a dark cloak comprised of deep navies, bruising purples, and an inky black. Each color slowly, gracefully shifted and melted one into another, again and again before Steve’s eyes. Flecks of light littered it in familiar formations. The clasp that secured it around the man was a bright silvery white. It was shaped exactly the same as the waning moon above. 

“Ta-da!” the man said, fluttering his hands in a showman’s gesture.

Steve took in the man's appearance. The ratty travel clothes, the cloak of constellations and its clasp…Steve leapt back in shock. Everything suddenly clicked into place very quickly to paint a very unflattering picture of himself. He whirled around. He couldn't face the shrine. 

"Shit," Steve's voice was loud with a stunned sort of panic as he remembered the events of the past week. He paced anxiously. "Shit, shit. It was y–the whole time, you were–FUCK. How did I miss–and even if you weren't you, you were still a traveler in the night and I treated you like–I'm a fucking idiot. I'm the stupidest man alive, how–"

"Probably from getting dropped on the head so much, huh?" the man asked with that same annoyingly self-satisfied voice he'd been using every night. The annoying stranger with his annoying questions and his stupid smug tone.

Mindlessly, Steve turned on his heel to glare at the man. He jabbed an accusatory finger in his direction, frustration flaring.

"Oh, you can fuck right off, man," Steve replied reflexively. "I am having a crisis!"

A split second later, he felt his stomach drop to his feet. This wasn't just a stranger talking. He backpedaled hard.

"Oh, ohhhh no, I didn't mean that, Lord, I-I wasn't thinking."

The man exploded into raucous laughter. It shook his whole body until he doubled over from the strength of it. He continued to laugh when he toppled off the side of his perch and landed with a thunk on the ground. The man sat up, wheezing and wiping at his face, mirth clearly keeping him in a choke-hold. 

"Oh, far be it for me to interrupt your crisis," the Lord of Night forced out amidst the laughter. He flapped a hand at him. "Please, continue."

The god attempted to regain composure but all that did was turn his full bellied guffaws into snorting giggles. Steve waited, his anxiety fading in the face of the god’s genuine good humor. It took another couple of minutes before the god calmed enough to pop back to his feet and climb back onto the plinth. The man made himself comfortable at the foot of his own statue as he had before.

"So how goes the crisis?" he asked mischievously.

"On hold," Steve said evenly, fighting back the start of a smile. The man said nothing but still radiated amusement. Steve crossed his arms over his chest. "Are you really the Lord of Night?"

"The one and only!"

“And you’ve been here the whole time?”

“Yep!”

“So why didn’t you say anything? I mean, I talked to you every night! I don’t get it.” Steve paused as a thought occurred to him. “Was this a test?”

“Uh…yes? Yes.”

Steve narrowed his eyes. The god shifted in his seated position. It reminded Steve of the time Dustin shattered a jar of his most expensive hair product and tried to hide it. Dustin had squirmed guiltily under Steve’s expectant gaze until he confessed to his dastardly crime. Apparently, the method worked on gods as well.

“Okay, it started more as an attempt to get you to leave me alone,” the Lord of Night admitted. 

“Oh.” It came out blankly, which Steve was grateful for, because he felt like he’d been kicked in the chest by a mule. “You don’t want me.”

Steve wasn't sure why he was surprised. This was a classic Steve problem. He tamped down the old familiar sting of rejection. Steve knew going in that this had been a possibility. It was a god’s right to reject an offering.

“I never wanted any holy warriors,” the Lord of Night corrected. “Hence the attempt to make you leave.” 

Steve supposed that lessened the blow a little. It was an impersonal rejection. That was better, right? 

"If you didn't want me as your holy warrior you could've just said," Steve said ruefully.

“You seemed pretty determined to come back, though.”

“Only because I thought you’d want to, like, use me for something. If you’d asked me to, I would’ve stopped bothering you. I could’ve gotten someone else who could worship you better,” Steve said, trying to keep his voice light and unaffected.

"Yeah, I really don’t think you could have,” the Lord of Night said in a strained tone. 

“No, I mean it,” Steve insisted. “I told you, Robin and Dustin wanted to come along. They would make sure you’re not alone again. You would like them. They pick up on stuff faster than me. They’d be good worshipers.”

“That’s not what I meant. Your worship was, uh, it was…no, nevermind, forget that. The thing is, the more you came back the more I…” 

The Lord of Night trailed off. He tugged his dark starry cloak around him tighter. When he spoke again, he seemed to have switched tracks entirely. 

"Look, I don't know exactly how the holy warrior thing works, but you guys do quests for your gods, right?"

"Well, yeah, that's the whole point. We're your boots on the ground. We do acts in your service to spread your faith. Like priests but less boring." 

The god snorted which made Steve grin.

"Priests are so boring," the Lord of Night agreed. 

Things went quiet again. The cloak of constellations made it hard to see his god, but Steve got the impression that the Lord of Night was fidgeting. Steve remembered the conversation from a few nights before, about nervousness and not knowing what to do. Steve fell back on his social graces, his good old Harrington charm, and carefully picked something that would encourage the god to speak.

"I can't believe I didn’t see it,” Steve said, with a self-deprecating shake of his head. “Like, I know I'm not the smartest guy around but I didn't think I was that slow."

"Don't worry about it,” the god replied instantly, breaking out of his internal reverie. “That's not on you. I didn't want you to notice, so you didn't."

"Oh."

"Yep. And, it's not like I have a face to remember, so, y'know. You're good."

"I guess that does make me feel bet–wait. What do you mean you don’t have a face?” Steve squinted at the Lord of Night.

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I lost my name,” the Lord of Night said with a hint of irony. “No name, no face.”

“But I saw it,” Steve insisted.

“Did you?” the Lord of Night asked, amused. He slid off the plinth and walked up to Steve until he was only three feet away. The god lowered his hood without any flourish. “What do I look like?”

Steve squinted at him studiously. The god was pale as moonlight and had hair as dark as the night itself; as for the rest of him…it was the strangest thing. Steve knew there was a pair of eyes under a brow. There was a nose above a mouth. He knew the right features were in the right places. However, he couldn’t tell if the eyes were dark or pale. He couldn’t say whether the nose was large or small. The mouth could be thin or it could be full. 

“I don’t know,” Steve relented. The Lord of Night nodded.

“Yeah, me neither.”

“Is…is that the quest? To find your name?” Steve asked, dread pooling in his belly. That quest would involve a lot of reading and…he didn’t even know. Language things? General research, for sure. None of which Steve was particularly good at.

“That’s a bit presumptuous of you,” the Lord of Night smirked. He didn't give Steve a chance to apologize. “But yeah, there’s something important that needs to be done. I’m not strong enough to do it myself and I’m running out of time to do it.”

“I can do it,” Steve responded. “I’ll do it for you, my Lord.”

“You don’t even know what the quest is,” the god said wistfully.

“But I know you wouldn’t ask me to do anything cruel or unfair.”

“You’re unbelievable,” the Lord of Night muttered under his breath. Steve didn’t think he was supposed to hear that so he kept quiet. In a louder voice, the god resumed. “Okay, are you sure you wanna do this? Be a holy warrior? Because you could be literally anything else. You told me you liked cooking during one of your prayer sessions. You could open up a restaurant! Restaurant owners don’t usually die in the line of duty or whatever.”

Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This is what Steve trained for, what he was good at, and he wanted to put those skills to use.

“You said you needed help to do something important. I want to be the one that helps you. I want to be your warrior. I can do it, I know I can. I won’t let you down.” Steve bit his lip uncertainly as a thought struck him. "If you don't think I'm worthy–"

“It’s not about worthiness!" The god cut in. "Do you know what it would mean to be my holy warrior? The weight of the night sky, with all the stars and the moon, will be on your shoulders for as long as you walk the land. I don’t know much about holy warriors but I remember this: there’s no take-backs. You can’t just quit and go off to become something else later.”

“Yes, I know. We covered this in lectures at school. It wasn’t all swordplay," Steve said impatiently. "I did think about it once I finished training and I decided if I could find a god to pledge myself to, I didn't want to be anything else. Then I found you."

“...Okay. If you're sure, then okay,” the Lord of Night said decisively. “So what do I have to do? How do I make you mine?”

“Um, I think it’s different from god to god?” Steve stuttered, heart thumping at the god’s words. “But I guess we can do our own thing? I’m pretty sure it’s the intent that matters most.”

"I can work with that." The Lord of Night gestured downward. "Kneel, kneel. I have an idea of what to say.

"Should I close my eyes or something?" Steve asked once he’d gotten to his knees.

"Nah, this is good," Lord Night said. 

The god squared his shoulders and straightened his spine. Then, something miraculous happened. The Lord of Night spoke his name aloud.

“Steve Harrington.”

It was the first time his god ever said his name; it was stunning in a way Steve couldn’t begin to comprehend. A bolt of lightning down his spine. A roaring forge in his chest. A whirlwind in his lungs. It felt like all of that simultaneously, yet nothing like that at all. How could pitiful human speech hope to encompass the intensity of a god’s undivided attention; his god’s specific acknowledgement of a primitive life such as his? 

Tears sprang unbidden in Steve’s eyes. He became aware how lowly and frail his own body was, and how utterly insignificant his existence was in the vastness of the stars in the sky. He curled forward, hiding his face and making himself as small as he could. He could not bear his god seeing his mortal failings and imperfections. It would invite an exquisite, holy agony Steve surely wouldn’t survive. 

“Oh,” the Lord of Night breathed. “I forgot how that could feel to a human. I’ll try not to do it again.”

“No,” the word tore out of Steve’s throat without any conscious thought. “No, please. Please, my Lord.”

Steve didn’t even know what he was begging for because the singular attention of a god was agony but the thought of his god leaving him filled him with terror. He shattered, left with no purchase save his god’s words. Then there were arms around him, pulling him close, and enveloping him in constellations. Steve’s vision blurred. Great, heaving sobs overcame him as though ripped from his very soul. The Lord of Night murmured comfortingly.

“Alright, there we go,” he said softly. “I’m here, Steve. I see you in the night, every night. The stars shine for you, Steve. The moon turns its face for you. I’m with you, Steve.”

The words crashed into him with the unrelenting force of ocean waves. They swept his footing from underneath him and sent him spinning endlessly, endlessly. They lifted him upwards and sent him plummeting down until he was deep below the surface where the currents finally slowed. Surrounded by eternally burning stars, he was left weightless and suspended in an unearthly calm. The words rang in his skull with the surety and strength only a celestial being could claim.

Somewhere between an eternity and no time at all, Steve came back to himself feeling overexerted, though he hadn’t moved from where he knelt. Steve’s heart and soul had been scraped out of his chest, put between a pestle and mortar before getting unceremoniously dumped back in his weak flesh, but in a weirdly good way. His sobs subsided. His breathing came in and out slowly.

Eventually the cloak of constellations released him as well. He blinked his eyes open gradually to see his god kneeling before him at arm's length, palms resting on Steve's shoulders. Steve felt a stab of shame at having brought his god down low to a mortal's level. 

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” Steve croaked. “Do you still–? Can I still be–?”

“No, yeah,” the Lord of Night said straight away. “That was on me. Not your fault at all. I’m out of practice interacting with mortals."

The god’s words lost the gravitas from before in a way that would've been jarring if it weren't such a relief. He finally broke his hold on Steve. He got to his feet, somewhat gracelessly. 

"Let’s try that again?” the Lord of Night asked.

Steve cleared his throat. He straightened up where he knelt and kept himself still. He nodded to show he was ready.

“Steve Harrington,” the god said. This time hearing his name on his god’s lips was exhilarating but at a level a human could bear. “Do you swear to spread my values in the minds and hearts of mortals, through action and word?”

“I swear.”

“Then will you, Steve Harrington, do me the honor of being my sword and shield? Will you carry my crest through all your agonies and all your joys?”

“Yes.”

For a breathless moment, their words hung in the air, resonating through the night with finality. The Lord of Night reached out and gently traced something on Steve's forehead. Steve assumed it was his god's sigil, though neither Robin or Dustin could find any images of it so he couldn't be sure. It felt like an incomplete circle with a squiggle running through it. The god stepped back to observe him when he was done.

The stillness that followed, ironically, rattled Steve’s bones with relief and joy that it was done. His god had accepted him. Then the Lord of Night shuffled his feet in an awkward, shy manner.

“Cool,” said the Lord of Night.

The heaviness and tension brought down by the gravity of their oath ruptured with that single world, and Steve could do nothing but dissolve in helpless, giddy giggles.

#trensu tells stories #stasis in darkness #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #you know what #i'm actually pretty proud of how this scene worked out #there were parts of the other versions that i really really liked but they ultimately didn't fit the tone of the story #but i'm glad i ended up with this version #and that this scene is done #because the next scene is one i've been churning in my brain for ages but i couldn't start it without establishing how this one would go

[sinful-lanterns]

Oh my, transfem Serpent!

Gods I want to choke on her cocks, having her hold my hair as she guides me up and down her shift before pulling me away to give the other the same treatment.

You know she would be so fuckin good with ropes too! Just hands tied in such intricate knots, unable to do much but just take everything she give me. Getting pulled and bent however she wants, helpless and all for her.

And then she would be just so good when she tops, just ugh she would be able to ruin me so easily! Like she could fill both holes so well, or since I'm also transfem, just being all full with both her cocks and being stretched so much and just shsuduehehev I'm losing my mind.

Hnnnnn getting stuffed full by Serpent 🤤

I don’t even headcanon her cocks to be that big tbh, but since she has two, it feels like absolute heaven when she thrusts into you and tries to make them fit… I imagine that poor Serpent is just too eager and excited to have someone cute to fit her cocks, that she mightttt go a bit too fast, which would lead to you crying out in overwhelming ecstasy from her thrusts…

P.S: I was very horny while writing this. Please excuse me…

nsfw under the cut (men and minors dni)

Imagine when springtime hits, Serpent gets extra aroused and antsy as springtime is usually the time where animals get ready to mate. She’d be holed up in her room all day, groaning and trying to satisfy her two cocks because although kind of a cool feature to have, two cocks means twice the amount of arousal that she will have to experience, and poor Serpent only has two hands that do a mediocre job of pleasuring her :(

She’d be so hot and burning up, wishing for this heat cycle to go away as all she needed was relief (and someone to satisfy her urge to breed), otherwise she’d be left having an uncomfortable few weeks by herself and nothing she can do will help it.

…Unless. Chief decides Serpent needs some checking up on, so she sends you (one of Serpent’s favorite people ever) to check on Serpent and see if she’s okay. When you reach her cell however, you are immediately pulled in and the hot air pretty much seals your fate as you can smell the arousal from Serpent penetrating the room.

She’s super cuddly with you. Groaning and whining before pushing you down on the bed to trap you there. She’s not doing anything yet, because even in that cloudy haze, she still wants your consent. But from the look in your eyes, she could tell you wanted to help her just as badly as she wanted you. And by the way you were eying her two excited erections, she could tell you were drooling quite a bit at the prospect of “helping her out” just a tiny bit…

Expect to be flipped over on your stomach so Serpent could get a good look at your ass and cunt. The snake woman would be practically salivating at the sight, as she strokes herself while watching you and lubes you up with that long tongue of hers. She can’t wait to make you feel so full, to stretch you beyond your limit as she rubs her two shafts in between your thighs to make you feel what you are about to experience.

Serpent isn’t cruel by any means, so she goes slow when she first pushes into you. She isn’t big, but because there are two of her size, it feels very unique to have her penetrating you twice all at the same time. It’s practically double the girth that your pussy and ass (or just pussy if Serpent is feeling bold) are experiencing, and the moment you let out a small moan, Serpent picks it up and begins to instinctively thrust.

Her body would just move on it’s own, keen on breeding the beautiful woman in front of her, and Serpent would practically be quivering at the thought. So much so that she’d latch onto you to keep you trapped underneath her body, despite being a rather petite woman…

Needless to say, you aren’t leaving her bed anytime soon. Or rather… “nest” as Serpent likes to call it, due to the fact she wants you to bear her offspring sooner or later… 💕

…sorry. I have a breeding kink.

#⛓️ mbcc lovepost #path to nowhere #serpent smut #ptn serpent smut #serpent x reader #ptn serpent x reader #ptn #ptn x reader #path to nowhere smut #ptn smut

[angelkissiies]

hii can you do jock abby x cheerleader reader?

be aggressive

hockey player!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader

cw : modern!au, hockey!au, fluff, confrontation, abby stands up for the reader, cursing, college bitches being bitches.

“Fuck!” You huffed, attempting to find a parking space in the crowded rink parking lot. Game days definitely had begun to test your patience, today more so as you’d already been running late but now with how it was going- you’d be coming in seconds before call time, which gave you a heart attack to even think about. 

By some grace of god (or whoever was listening at that point), you found a spot nestled between a black jeep you recognized as Abby’s and some Nissan that was missing a bumper. Trying to waste no time, you hustled out with your hefty bag thrown over your shoulder and skates dangling from your hand as you held them by the laces. The lot was mainly empty as you sprinted towards the entrance, dodging random gaggles of people who you assumed were waiting for the game to start, but were conveniently in the way. 

You pushed through the main doors glancing around to find your team, before breaking through a group of away players that hoarded the doorway leading into the changing rooms (that weren’t even for them, you’d think they’d move considering the fact but no). “Sorry, excuse me.” You whispered harshly, giving them a half hearted dirty look as they barely moved to allow you through. It was so unnecessary, you almost let it get to you but for the sake of time you dropped it. 

The scent of hairspray hit you first as you rushed into the cheerleaders quarters making you cough before throwing your bag down before making a b-line for the staging door. This led you down the hallway under the rink to the otherside, where your teammates were waiting patiently to begin. You turned the corner before running smack into someone else, their sheer presence sending you stumbling back a bit. Fucking hockey players and their massive bodies. 

“Oh baby, shit, I’m sorry.” You heard your girlfriend curse, a tinge of a laugh in her voice as she reached out to you. Oh, it's your hockey player, nevermind. She was headed to the opposite side of the rink to sit with the other players, as the puck drop didn’t take place until the pregame festivities ended. If you weren’t so stressed, you’d probably have made a joke about breaking the ice but the time didn’t come. 

You shook your head, focused on getting to your spot in time (and not pissing off your coach- again), brushing your hair down with your free hand to tame the strays that had ventured from their previous tight curls.. “I’m late, I'm so late, Abby.” You breathed, motioning towards the door that now seemed much farther away than you thought. “Do I look okay? I gotta go on.”

She nodded quickly, understanding in half a second as the first announcement rang out, muffled from where the two of you stood. She hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your face to look towards her instead of the rink before she gave you a smile. “You look perfect, now get out there.” She hummed, giving you a light shove towards the door, watching as you didn’t hesitate to take off down the remainder of the hall. 

You practically ran to the door- skates clacking wildly as you barely made it before the second announcement came on the intercom. Its main purpose was to draw the ticket holders back into the building, signaling the entertainment was about to begin. You shoved your skates on, finishing tying them just as your coach called for the team to make their way to the door leading onto the ice. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you followed behind your team, skates hitting the ice hard as you followed the outline of the routine you’d been practicing for the past couple weeks. Smile and skate, easy enough. 

Abby had made her way back to the other players, taking a seat as she double checked the laces on her skates. A habit she’d picked up after breaking her ankle a couple seasons ago due to her lace coming loose. She heard the music begin and dragged her attention to the ice, waiting to see you- just like she did every game. She always loved seeing you skate, even just as background but today you were front so she didn’t have to worry about not getting a good view. 

You came into view, your bejeweled uniform catching light from the overhead spotlights, shining gracefully as you did some precise turn that Abby couldn’t even name. She’d always be thankful for the convincing that had taken place to get you both here, as you almost passed up the idea of cheerleading due to annoying stereotypes from American football cheerleaders. She knew you didn’t see her in the haze of light, as the ice made it much too bright to see much outside of the rink, so she usually took the chance to brag to her teammates. Though, as she began to turn to a player she knew quite well, Nora, she caught the tail end of a conversation between two benched cheerleaders. 

“She only got in because her girlfriend is on the team, they totally played favorites.” The one on the left hissed, rolling her eyes at the number you were doing. It was virtually flawless, leading Abby to lean into the conversation more. 

The girl on the right laughed, yawning dramatically. “I think it’s kinda weird, Abby is definitely a good player but like why do they have to be gay? Gives us a bad rep.” She proclaimed, attempting to hush her voice down to a level nobody would hear. 

Abby caught it though, letting out a chuckle of disbelief as she turned around on the bench to face the girls. It seemed like they didn’t realize who they were sitting in front of, or, they knew and just felt brave enough to keep talking shit. “Fucking excuse me?” She stated, tilting her head at the duo. Angry was an understatement, furious would be a better descriptor as she watched the girls freeze. They could talk shit about her, sure, but she drew the line when it came to you or better yet your relationship as queer women. 

“I don’t know what you heard bu-,”

“Shut the fuck up,” Abby growled, cutting the girl off. “Keep my girlfriends name and our relationship out of your fucking mouth. I know for a fact you wouldn’t want this getting back to Coach Mckillen, right? Your little homophobic comments about a girl who’s ten times as talented out there than you are wouldn’t go over so smoothly, huh?” 

Knowing fully she planned to report them to the coach, she raised an eyebrow at the duo, watching them scramble to attempt to apologize. Her heart hammered in her chest, never having dealt with such outspoken bigotry- especially from a team composed of mostly queer women.  She didn’t let it show, only turning back to the ice, shaking off the stares she’d gathered from her tiny outburst. 

“Damn, Anderson. That was rough.” Nora laughed, nudging the girl gently, having overheard the entire ordeal. “You’re a mean bitch.” 

Abby bit back a smile at the comment, knowing it was 100% true. “Can’t have anyone out here bad mouthing my girl, that’s all.” She mumbled back, searching the skaters until her eyes landed on you again. From the distance she was at, she could see the healthy blush on your skin from the exhausting choreo she’d watched you practice solo multiple times in the past week, all accompanied by a blissful smile you reserved for crowd work only. 

Nora shook her head, eyes glancing over to see the way Abby watched you as you finished up the last of your performance, turning to skate towards the door that led into the players seating. She had seen firsthand how much Abby cared for you, knowing the girl's plans for your birthday made the moment even more special, seeing as soon there would be a crystalline addition to your relationship. “God help any motherfuckers who try.” She chuckled, standing up to give the cheerleaders room to sit as the groups traded places on the ice. 

You pulled the door open, allowing your mates to go in before entering yourself, coming up to Abby before even considering capping your skates. “Good luck, Abs.” You smiled, face glowing in a sheen of sweat and pure joy as you looked up at her. “You’re gonna do great.” 

Abby smiled down at you, cupping your face in her gloved hands as she pressed a deep kiss to your lips, intentionally drawing it out to annoy the girls who now sat sulking on the second row of benches. Her lips tasted like cinnamon and honey, something you’d grown to love about the woman, her unusual taste in chapstick- and how you never knew what you’d get. “Thank you, pretty girl.” She hummed, pressing another short kiss to your lips before Nora practically dragged her out onto the ice- throwing her helmet to her blindly. 

“Don’t forget!” You called after her, your stupid tradition drawing a smile onto her lips as you recited the beginning of an age old cheer usually reserved for football- but with the force your girl brought to the ice, it felt fitting “Be aggressive.” 

Abby shook her head at you gingerly, mouthing it back before pushing her mouth guard into place and throwing her braid over her shoulder. A slight laugh bubbled in her chest as she got into position, awaiting the face-off. 

B-E aggressive.

#know this #i have no fucking clue how hockey works #i am gaslighting my way through this fic #abby anderson #tlou #tlou2 #abby tlou #the last of us #tlou part 2 #tlou 2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson au #tlou au #college au #hockey au #abby tlou 2 #abby anderson ff #pls i love jock abby #ellie williams #joel miller #abby and lev #naughtydog #playstation #the last of us 2

[queenbeebumblebee]

"Trying to meassure"

Lee!Vox Ler!Velvette

Summary: Velvette is trying to meassure Vox for new outfits in plan(plus to Fix the old one) and it turns into a little Tickle Game.

Vox was just minding his own business looking through his new phone, he had to get a new one because You know, the last time Val broke his phone, wich it wasnt no fun.

Of course, his suit was a MESS! Because of today he had been dealing with Alastor, wich of course.. lost. You could tell he was extremely mad about this. Of course, this din't last for long.

As Vox was just checking on social media, minding his own business, he could hear some familiar footsteps coming closer and closer to him, it was non other than Velvette, who exactly, looked annoyed.

"Vox. Vox i need You to come with me now."

Velvette said sternly, earning Vox's look of confusion.

"hm? What could be the problem My dear?"

Vox asked, looking confused on the annoyed look the other Overlord gave, he din't Even notice his ruined suit.

"have You LOST your mind?! Look at You, You look horrible! Come over here now!!"

Velvette yelled, her expression on her face turning from annoyed to mad, she quickly dragged Vox by the wrist, guiding him to the wardrove.

"oh come on Vel, My suit doesnt look THAT Bad!"

Vox said, looking at his own suit, He thinks that this was just normal, but for Velvette, it was a DISASTER.

Let's skip to the important part.

Vox was forced to be Standing still as Velvette meassured him, because she needed to Make him a new outfit for him, plus a few Styles just to Make him look awesome, though, his breath has been caught trapped in his throat as the Overlord "accidently" brushed her fingers across his ribs.

"u-uhm.. Vel, what exactly are You-"

Before he could Even Say anything else, a soft snort came out of him as Velvette veeery slowly counted his ribs, while her other hand "accidently" tickled his hip, earning a few giggles from the Tv Overlord, his screen now heating up and his fans working to cool him off.

"V-Vehehel! Cuhuhut it ohohohout!!"

"hold still Vox, i'm trying to meassure You."

Vox tried his hardest to not move away, of course, he can't help but twitch slightly as it really tickled him, he did not want to be a giggly mess right now, as if it was gonna be worse, still, she did not stop.

"come on, it ain't that bad."

"b-but it tihihickles! Ohoho fuck, gehet it ohohover wihihith!!"

Vox said as he wheezed out a cackle, sure, he liked being tickled, Even though he wouldnt ever and i mean NEVER admit it, but it was hard to hold still when Velvette just meassured him as an excuse to Tickle him, yet he dint mind at all, but-

"AHAHA SHIHIHIHT, V-VEHEHEL NOT THEHEHEHERE!!"

Vox yelled as he shrieked when Velvette MESSED With his antenna, while her other hand was still "meassuring" him by brushing her fingers from his hips, to his Upper ribs, close to his Armpits.

"oh come on Vox, let me meassure You, i'm almost done."

"IHIHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!"

Vox yelled as he squeald and cackled, Velvette of course watched with a grin, she finds in funny how ticklish this Demon is, her and Valentino always takes advantage, but they don't do it better than Alastor of course.

A few minutes passed, Vox's laughter and snorts filled the air, until finally, Velvette decides to have some mercy on the poor Overlord.

"i'm done, You have to wait here 'till i get some outfits in your size, okay?"

"g-geheheheez.. okay... Ohoho god.. that was so Bad.."

Vox said quietly as he wheezed and tried to catch his breath, as Velvette left, Vox took this opportunity to just relax and wait, though he kinda wanted the Tickles to go on for longer, but he would rather double die then to admit it. He then took a seat as he waited for the other Overlord to come back with the outfits, he could hear her yelling at her employees.. let's just Say he had a Revenge plan, but for now, he waited to get a new suit.

THE END.

OMG finally i'm done with this, i'm sorry it took long, i was busy on some shit. But anyways, i hope You enjoyed it!

#bee #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickle community #sfw tk blog #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel #lee!vox #ler!velvette #Queen bee fic #Queen bee Tickle fic #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel tickle art #Not Bad for My first fic!

[greeniegaes]

Svsss Au! God Shen Jiu and Body Double Shen Yuan

Basically Shen Jiu is a very hard worker for CQS behind everyone’s eyes, he doesn’t care about recognition because he doesn’t want to be apart of a sect with a bad reputation and shit, but he does such a good job that he just… ascends to Heaven early. Some gods in heaven have been watching him for a long time and have been like “bruh he does so much stuff and they don’t even do anything for him??? He’s too good for them >:(“ and just make him join all of them in heaven

And Shen Jiu is like kinda fine with it he guesses. He doesn’t want to jsut leave the sect though, he still has his own responsibilities and stuff. So one of the other gods brings him a soul he found (Shen Yuan) and is like “we can make him a body like yours and he can be your mouthpiece at the sect and nobody will be none the wiser” and Shen Jiu agrees

So he makes Shen Yuan a (almost perfect replica) body and is like, here is my peak, take care of it, I’ll descend from heaven every once in awhile to check up on things.

And so he lives his days out as a god while Shen Yuan is a peak lord. SJ quickly realizes how much of a nerd this guy is, whenever he is by himself he’s gushing about weapons and monsters, a weird kid but whatever he gets the job done. What SJ is annoyed over me how nobody seems to realize he swapped himself out, people he’s known for years, once since childhood, don’t realize this person isn’t him.

And he’s a bit jealous. Of the person meant to be him.

The other gods realize this and are like “how about you and the CQS peak lords of old all descend so you can see them” (both because they feel bad and because SJ is scary when he is pissed off, guqin strings snapping is a terrifying sound) and he agrees, but still hasn’t told the sect about the fact he ascended and Shen Yuan.

So Shen Yuan hears about all the peak lords of old coming, is excited to meet SJ’s master, but once he gets to the grand hall he sees SJ there, all of the sect leaders happily around him. And he feels like he doesn’t belong suddenly. All those years he was here aren’t really his, they are supposed to be Shen Jiu’s, so SY goes back to the bamboo hut to just sit there by himself, waiting. because that’s what he should do now that SJ is back home.

SJ is talking to the other peak lords and is kinda just bored of it after awhile and is like “alright where is SQQ?” And everyone is like “you’re SQQ?” And he’s like “shitttttt I still haven’t told them” so he goes to his peak to find Shen Yuan only to find him in the bamboo house sobbing while holding a massive amount of his weapons.

“Shen Jiuuuuuu… I can’t hold them all :(“ SJ is confused, his face doesn’t look right crying like that and SY sounds pathetic “why do you need to hold your swords Shen Yuan” “aren’t you going to be a peak lord again? I need to continue my work elsewhere” SJ is just like huh- tf is wrong with this dude “you’re still peak lord, stop crying with my face it looks weird and let’s get going.” (Shen Yuan wasn’t even crying about leaving the peak, he was upset about leaving his research or weapons behind LMAO awful priorities)

So he gets both of them back to the sect hall and is like “see? This is the peak lord” and everyone is like “oh you are identical” and Shen Jiu is just exasperated with all of them and starts talking about details that nobody would notice in a million years for how the two of them were different.

Also doodles because I was talking to a friend about this lol

#shen qingqiu #shen yuan #svsss #svsss shen qingqiu #shen jiu #svsss au #text post #scum villian self saving system #scum villain #doodles #greeniegaes #body double au

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

I have thoughts about the clip and especially about Fang and generally all of the scene so yeah, an analysis-like tangent full of spoilers below cut

Out of the entire crew, I think Fang and Frenchie (especially Fang) are literally the best people to recieve comfort from. It's double true for Izzy.

Not only do they have like. The least invasive and violent trauma out of the crew, but they're both very empathetic and want to help others in distress. Even when that person isn't a particular ray of sunshine... like Izzy.

It also makes sense for Fang to be the main comforter. He knows Izzy. He's known him for a long while. And he's known Blackbeard for a long while too.

Watching him from the beginning of the clip, he seems to be the first one to notice Izzy's not feeling great. Far before the others do!

This is the first we directly see Fang in the clip and yeah he looks surprised that they're throwing loot overboard - as you should be but... even more than that he looks ALARMED. He knows something's up.

After listening to Izzy for a few seconds he is completely sure something's up. He checks in with Frenchie to know if he's seeing it too. We don't know where Frenchie is looking, but I'd assume he reciprocates the look.

Izzy stops mid-sentence. That's not like him. The others will have noticed it too now. Sure enough, here's Jim, thoroughly confused and/or taken aback at least.

Fang protection mode ACTIVATE! His first thought is to ask how Izzy's doing (i am so soft for them oh my god-) and to touch him - reassure him. Ground him.

we then get a "I'm fine, unhand me" which Fang does, to give Izzy some space and checks in again with a "you really don't seem fine". He waits for Izzy's response. He wants to make SURE Izzy's okay, or rather, is patiently waiting for him to admit that he's not.

The others join in saying that they've noticed. They've noticed how destructive his relationship with Ed is. I can't even imagine what's running through Izzy's mind at this moment. Probably like a waterfall of emotion - shame and anger and sadness and everything is too much - he's soon to break. He's trying so hard to hold it back, but he can't. He can't, when the truth is being thrown directly at his face by his own crewmates.

Frenchie comments "he's cut off at least two more of your toes hasn't he?" and Izzy almost flinches at that sentence. He quivers. That's his breaking point. And I. have to stop a bit to look at the implications of this. Form this scene at least, I understood taht when Izzy fails to make the crew follow orders, he gets physically punished. As we heard earlier: "It is your job to f-" *he stops, he shakes slightly* he's thinking about the consequences of them not following his orders - more of his toes cut off. That's horrifying. I'd start crying too, jesus...

Fang knows it's his breaking point and goes back to comfort him - even forcing it a bit on him, because he knows Izzy will struggle, but needs it. God, does he need it. He's always pushing people away, but Fang won't let him this time. He won't let himself be pushed away, because he cares. And he wants to show Izzy that he cares. So he persists.

And after only a few seconds of a very feeble struggle, Izzy accepts it. He's been strong for so long. He's been brave and hurting and isolated and repressed for so. So long. And he needs to let go. And he does. He whimpers. He sounds like a puppy who's been kicked. And he is. He is a puppy. A puppy that's been severely hurt and doesn't WANT to be hurt anymore. (god, i am weak at the knees, someone call the ambulace, i think i'm dying)

Frenchie steps in as secondary comfort to show that Izzy's really not alone in this and that none of them actually hate him. Even if he thinks he deserves it. Not even Stede's former crew hate him. That's what Frenchie represents here - to me. Fang and frenchie together show him that love isn't meant to hurt so much. It's not meant to be like this. And they also ground him in that moment. Izzy looks at Frenchie several times as he whimpers, perhaps checking in - seeing if Frenchie leaves after seeing him weak. But he doesn't. He stayes and he waits for Izzy to be okay and I think that means the world to Izzy. It means the world to me too. Izzy deserves all the comfort by this point.

Also I want to throw Edward overboard.

11/10 i need Izzy to have more hugs

#boooo edward! booo!!! #how dare he #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd 2 #izzy my baby my puppy <3 #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort #whump #emotional whump #izzy hands #ofmd izzy

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

oh baby, oh

pairing: jake sully x human!reader

WC: 1.1K

warnings: talks of abortion, cursing. should be it.

summary: you got knocked up, but do you want to keep it?

A/N: a anon sent a request and something just came out of me cause i wrote this in one day. i have a pregnancy fic with jake and na’vi!reader in my drafts. i wanted to do one where they decided now isnt the right time for kids cause, its not always the right time. abortion is completely fine.

masterlist

“what the hell are you saying, max?”

“…you’re pregnant?” he said it as more of a question than the statement he made just a minute ago.

your hands gripped, besides your thighs, the bench you were sitting on. your body hunched and head hung. you let your knees bounce up and down in quick segments before stopping and then starting again.

a sigh came from your nose and you looked back to max, “are you one hundred percent sure? have you done a second check? is- is the- the equipment perfect?” your throat felt strained.

max eyed his dated pad, nodded his head, and even showed you the information. your eyes darted over all the charts and words, everything was correct.

“god damn it,” you mumbled as you closed your eyes and looked to the ceiling. you could feel the tears bubbling to the surface.

“why don’t you take some time to think about this and then-“ “is abortion an option?” you cut max off. his mouth opened and closed. “max, is abortion an option?” you double down on other options than just going through with the pregnancy.

“i- i believe with- with our equipment… it might be an option. but i’m not sure. why don’t you talk with jake-“

“jake doesn’t get a say in the matter, it’s my body.” your anger was getting the best of you.

max held his hands out like you were a scared ikran, “i know. it’s ultimately your choice… but jake is the father. do you mind if i ask? when was your last period?”

you groaned, “max, i can’t keep track. it’s irregular. sometimes i get it for a few days or sometimes it lasts a month. when i didn't get it, i didn’t think anything of it until i got extremely lightheaded and wanted to throw up at the smell of jessie’s cologne.”

he hummed. and you sighed.

“max… i’m not ready to be a mom, i’m only twenty-two.” “well because of cryogenics, technically you would be twenty-eight.” max, always the scientist.

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “doesn’t make it better. i- i don’t even know if i want to be a mom.” the first tear fell, followed by more.

you felt max pull you into a hug and you instantly reciprocated with a tight hold. he rubbed soothing circles along your spine and kept telling you everything was going to be alright.

there was a knocking at the door that stole both of your attention and pulled away from each other. you turned and your heart instantly started to beat quickly. jake waited by the entrance for a second before rolling further into the sterile room. his eyes looked between max, who smiled at jake, and then to you as you wiped the moisture from your face.

he rolled his chair to your legs and set a hand on your knee, “hey, hey. what’s wrong?” you didn’t answer right away so he looked to max for anything.

“i’ll leave the two of you for some privacy.” he walked out of the room, the door closing behind him.

you toyed with your hands and bit your bottom lip. the feeling of jake’s hand was the only thing to keep you grounded right now.

“hey,” his deep voice bounced off the walls, “are you okay? what’s wrong, baby?” his thumb ran back and forth over the material of your pants. the pet name cracks your heart.

a shuddering intake of air before you let your eyes travel to meet jake. his brows were furrowed with worry and his eyes looked scared to hear the answer. his grown-out hair spiked in different directions and it made you tick a smile as you ran a hand through the brown locks.

“baby…” he took your free hand and placed a wet kiss on your knuckles. “please, please. let me know what is wrong and if i can fix it?” you decided to go the humorous and quick route to break the news.

“well, for one, you fucked up. and two… i’m pregnant.” you just bit the bullet and got the words off your chest.

the look on jake’s face was the embodiment of glass shattering. and now with your mind in shambles, you weren’t able to see the shift in jake’s eyes. how they were a deer in the headlights and then slowly soften and shined like stars in the night sky.

“fuck, jake. we haven’t even talked about kids in the future. and i’m still not sure if i would want any. i’m not good with children. i have a short temper and i like to be alone. plus i would need therapy so i wouldn’t cause generational trauma-“ “hey.”

jake gave a slight tug to your hands and dipped his head so his eyes would line with yours. you sniffled and pouted as you stared at your boyfriend. he flashed his ever-charming smile and it made your heart feel lighter already.

“for one, i’m sorry i got you pregnant. not my intention when we have sex,” a wet chuckle, “and two… whatever decision you make, i’ll be there for you.” he touched a hand to your cheek and thumbed away the salty tears.

“what- what do you think… do- do you want kids?” fingers clasped his wrist.

“i think,” he kissed your right hand, “that right now we are both a couple of idiots, who are just enjoying their time away from earth.” he grinned at you, “and kids? yeah… i would like to have a family with you one day, but i think we could have better timing. maybe… if we were able to get conscious transfers-“

“ah! i don’t believe that’s an option for us, only eywa can decide who is worthy.” you let your thoughts run with jake’s words, “but… you are fine? with waiting… if i want kids in the future? i mean, i could still not want kids years from now.”

“and that is okay. as long as i have you, that’s all that matters.”

you started getting teary, once again, but you welcomed the droplets. they were formed out of the love and happiness you had for and with jake. how he understood that this was a thing the both of you needed to talk about, but was still your choice in the end.

“i love you, you know that?” “i do, but it wouldn't hurt to hear it more often.”

you rolled your eyes at his playfulness and leaned your head toward jake. both hands holding his face and you let yourself get swept away by the intoxicating taste and feel. how his stubble scratched against your nails and the way his fingers made your skin burn hit with every touch.

jake pulled away and it caused you to whine a little as you chased his lips. his laugh made you lightheaded.

“needy, are we?” “hormones.”

and you pulled him back. and jake didn’t complain or pull away.

...

#jake sully #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #jake sully x female reader #jake sully fluff #jake sully angst #jake sully x human!reader #jake sully x y/n #avatar imagine #avatar x reader #avatar 2009 #james cameron avatar #avatar the way of water #erin's blurb request

[ellohcee]

@jaspvid-week day 6: angst/hurt/comfort, in which a merman who's gotten a little too comfortable coming to shore to see the human he'd saved from drowning, finds himself caught by a fishing boat and taken to a strange place.

More under the cut:

He peers around the corner warily, scouring the area for employees, ready to feign being lost at a moment’s notice.

He sees no one, hears no sounds of conversation or footsteps or working, so he creeps quickly over to the large tank, the most likely one that they might keep something as big as a merman. The wall is mostly concrete on this side with a few observation windows, but there is a set of stairs leading up to the second level that overlooks the large tank.

He bites his lip, waiting another pause to make sure the coast is clear before he starts tip toeing over to the stairs. As he passes one of the windows, he does a double take, seeing a large green tail disappear behind a coral formation.

“Davey!” Jasper whispers frantically as he runs up the steps, kneeling in front of the short glass wall between the tank and the floor, his eyes scanning desperately. He passes over schools of fish, a few small sharks, a sting ray, until he sees that tail again. He looks around nervously, wary of calling for the merman too loudly and attracting attention. “Davey!” he tries again, a little louder.

His heart races as he sees the figure turn and swim towards him, ducking down as it nears before abruptly turning upwards to launch himself out of the water just enough to grab the edge of the glass partition, hauling himself up just as Jasper reaches out to pull David into a hug, holding him tight and uncaring to the water that soaks into his shirt as the merman’s arms wrap around his shoulders in turn, David’s body trembling in his hold.

“Oh, Jasper,” the merman says in relief, eyes clenched shut where his face is buried in the crook between Jasper’s neck and his own arm.

“God, I’m so glad to see you,” Jasper whispers as they hold each other, remaining like that for several aching moments before separating just enough to face each other, one of David’s hands clenched over the edge of the glass as Jasper takes the other in his own. The clawed, scaly fingers shake in his hold, gripping tight.

His eyes rove over the merman, checking for signs of harm, before picking out a few scratches in the dim lighting, small patches of scales missing from his tail. His heart drops, putting his free hand on the ginger’s shoulder. “Fuck, what did they do to you?” he whispers in dread.

“They didn’t- it was mainly from me struggling in the net,” David replies, his voice shaking and hand clinging tightly to Jasper’s. “Jasp- I’m- I’m scared, they were talking about moving me somewhere, some place far,” he says frantically. “I don’t know what they’re going to do to me!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m gonna get you out tonight!” Jasper insists.

There's an uncomfortable pause, a shaky breath, a dread.

“T-tonight?” David repeats weakly, heart sinking in a sickening feeling as his fins droop. A cold feeling swirls in his stomach, almost feeling like he’s been sucker punched. “Why- why not-”

“I’m so sorry, I can’t do it now,” Jasper says, his heart breaking at the look on David’s face, how let down he sounds. “There’s too many people around, I’ll never be able to just walk you out. I have to wait til tonight when the place is empty, and even then I’ll still have security to worry about!” he insists gently.

David chokes on a quiet sob, trying to hide it. “I understand,” he whispers, looking away, his hand still holding tight and trembling around Jasper’s, his knuckles surely white under the dark scales.

“I’m so sorry Davey,” Jasper says, his voice breaking, his eyes welling with the beginnings of tears as a terrible feeling runs through his chest. “It’s my fault this happened, and I hate to leave you in here any longer… I- Believe me, if there was any way I could get you out now-”

“It’s okay, I understand,” David says softly, sincere, squeezing his hand tighter, his lips pursing briefly as he tries to keep himself together. He takes a breath, letting it out slow. “I’m just glad to see you,” he says, so soft Jasper almost can’t hear, eyes closing tiredly, tears dripping into the water below him.

Jasper frowns, his heart aching fiercely to see the merman like this, captured, frightened. Dreading whatever these people have planned for him. Jasper heard the news report speaking of this place he’s to go to, a national marine institute. He can’t let it happen or his chance of getting David out will be gone.

He leans down, prompting David to look up at him, and moves closer until their foreheads are touching gently, David’s wet hair mussing with his own. The ginger stares at him in surprise, his eyes bright, a little red in the face as the breath trembles past his lips.

“I will get you out, I promise,” Jasper says quietly as the merman’s eyes well with fresh tears. “Or I’ll get my ass arrested trying,” he adds with a weak grin, his voice breaking again.

David stares up at him for a long moment, tears running trails down his cheeks as his lip trembles a little. “I trust you,” he whispers, blinking against the tears that blur his vision, unable to muster a smile in return but still thankful for a sliver of Jasper’s usual humor. It’s a comfort it this strange place, this glass box of water that seems so small, so confined, leaving him so exposed. At least the aquarium staff hadn’t hovered around his tank too long, treating him like any other ‘wild animal’ that needed some observation but not too much so as to cause undue stress. Leaving him to acclimate.

It was probably the only thing that allowed Jasper to sneak in here to see him, and for that he’s endlessly thankful.

Jasper takes a breath, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I- I should go before someone finds me, I don’t want to ruin it for tonight,” he says regretfully, hating the way David’s face falls again, but the merman nods without complaint, his eyes flickering briefly down.

“Okay,” David whispers, looking up at Jasper again as the man leans back, preparing to release his hand, but Jasper hesitates. They stare at each other as the low buzz of the aquarium goes on around them, the hum of systems keeping the water filtered, temperature controlled, manufactured ocean currents lapping water at the edges of David’s tank. Lights and filters and fans filling the space between them.

The pause is both a comfort and curse, words needing to be said but smothered beneath the heavy tension. It’s all held back for now, everything that’s pressing to be said slipping instead through the desperate grip between their hands and the ache behind their eyes.

For a moment, Jasper almost considers scooping David out of that damn tank and making a run for the ocean right here and now, security and people and cameras be damned, but he fights the urge. Much as it hurts to leave the ginger here any longer, he needs to wait until closing to have a chance. He can’t be slowed down by crowds of people and aquarium employees on top of security.

So he takes a breath, bringing their linked hands close, and presses his lips tight against David’s bony knuckles in a chaste but desperate kiss. He closes his eyes, breathing slow through his nose, feeling the trembling in David’s hand and hearing his breath hitch and soaking up this little bit contact. It won’t be the last, he tells himself, just to tide them both over until tonight.

It’s not the last.

“Okay,” he finally sighs as he pulled back, meeting David’s eyes, wide and shining in the soft blue light of the tank. “I’ll see you tonight,” he promises.

“Okay,” David repeats softly, still frightened, still devastated, but finding himself comforted by that one small gesture. So raw and full of emotion that he can’t possibly begin to untangle right now. It will have to wait until Jasper gets him out of this terrible place, he has to have faith that his friend will succeed. Faith that he’ll see the ocean again, and not this big research facility he hears murmurs of.

Jasper moves his hand from David’s shoulder to grip the one hanging on the glass wall, carefully lowering David down into the water. When their hands finally slip apart, the merman drops down under the surface with barely a sound. Jasper watches his figure sink down with a heavy heart, his chest aching, but he stands and turns to go back down the steps. He quietly trots down the stairs and stops at the observation window in the big concrete wall, seeing David.

The merman swims closer, putting his hands on the glass and watching him, red hair waving slowly in the current. Jasper watches him back for a long, heavy moment, managing a smile and wave, wishing to give the merman hope. A wordless promise to see each other again.

David finally manages a shaky smile back, one of his hands returning with a small wave. Jasper’s smile widens, his heart racing, his mind whirling with a plan of action for tonight, and he turns and hurries out of the employee area. He’s already been back here a long time, he doesn’t want to push his luck.

Tonight he’s getting David out of here.

#mermaid au #merman #aquarium #jaspvid #jaspvidweek2023 #ellodraws

[dxndjxrin]

Seventeen, Vocal Unit: how they’d eat you out

Hello!! Here’s the vocal version!! HHU will be coming soon, but I hope u enjoy!!

Performance unit ver.

NSFW under the cut. 18+ only!!

Jeonghan: okay so evil Jeonghan agenda, yes. He can definitely be quite the evil little tease when he gives you head. But, catch him in the right mood, and this is one of the spaces where he catches himself giving up some control to you. Maybe you pull his hair a little tighter, grind up into him a bit more, and suddenly he’s getting high off of your desperation, and he wants to give you more and more, and all the teasing remarks go quiet. He loses himself in the sensations of you, and the reactions he pulls; your whines and praise have him grinding into the mattress, his cheeks flushing even further as he doubles down to make you cum. When he comes up to look at you in your post-orgasmic bliss, his eyes are hazy, he's panting, and boy is it a sight to see Jeonghan so speechless.

Joshua: oh my god. The amount of praise rolling off his tongue is nearly too much, but you’re his baby, and he’s gonna make sure you know how lucky he feels to have you like this. Maybe at the beginning of your relationship, you weren’t all that experienced, so Joshua definitely eases you into new things, so he feels a strange sense of pride when he can really get you to let go, get lost in the pleasure he’s bringing you, and just feel in a way you hadn’t before. Joshua makes you feel so unbelievably sexy, with his words of praise and the attentive way he caresses your body. No matter the pace or dynamics, it's always loving.

Woozi: Jihoon, by nature of his job, doesn't get as much time with you as he wishes. So when he does get time with you, he won’t waste it by rushing. He could eat you out for hours, and probably would if you didn’t break before then. He also just loves edging you. He memorizes every micro-expression on your face, every little whimper you make, how your muscles clench when he flicks his tongue a certain way. He loves every part of it, so he doesn’t want it to end, and there’s something so intoxicating about seeing you finally cum after endless teasing, almost-enough stimulation from him. He likes to talk you through it as well, sometimes he’ll get a little strict with it, like “behave baby, or I can’t make you cum, hmm?” As he hums, he tilts his head, just a hint of that cockiness slipping out, but it’s warranted; he can make you fall apart so easily. After he finally lets you cum on his tongue, he’s panting, trying to hide is (frankly obvious) burning need to fuck you, and if you’re not too sensitive, you’ll gladly grant that wish.

Dk: sit on his face, please sit on his face, he’ll do anything, and he’ll love every second of you practically suffocating him. You do check in with him to make sure he’s okay, because the way he’s eating you alive, you think there’s no way he’s comfortable, but he just groans out an “ ‘s okay,” and locks you tighter around his face. He’s pulling noises out of you with every flick of his tongue, and he’s matching them, moaning and frankly whimpering into you, which just heightens every sensation. He derives so much pleasure from the act that he’s so desperate after you finish; he obviously waits for you to recover, but the second you are, he’s shyly asking to fuck you because he’s so hard it hurts. It’s so intoxicating to see just how much he wants to pleasure you.

Seungkwan: kind of similar to Dino, but instead of being less experienced, he’s holding back. Seungkwan likes what he likes; he’d love to see you nearly crying with pleasure, writhing and panting in overstimulation, but he doesn’t want to freak you out! After a few times, you can tell something’s off, because he always looks back up at you with a careful, watchful eye (which is so sweet of him). But you tell him that he can be rougher with you, that you can handle it. He asks if you’re sure (you are), and the next time he settles to eat you out, it's absolutely mindblowing. His hands are all over you, but he tells you to be good and stay still for him so he can treat you right because, “how can I make you feel good if you don’t let me, baby?” You surrender yourself to him and let him do what he wants, he’s stopped holding back, and damn does it feel good.

Divider by @cafekitsune

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #svt vocal unit #jeonghan #jeonghan smut #joshua #joshua smut #woozi #woozi smut #dk #seokmin #dk smut #seokmin smut #seungkwan #seungkwan smut #dxndjxrin original <3 #my post #attempt 2 since it didn’t show in the tags last time 😭😭

[steddieas-shegoes]

Could you do something like Eddie needing to go to hospital for some minor injury or illness and Steve just having a complete trauma response of oh god last time he was in hospital he nearly died (and wayne being the one to reassure him bc we love uncle wayne in this household)

I must live in the same household as you because I include Wayne in things just to have him be supportive even when it doesn’t make sense to the story 😎

“It’s just a quick trip.”

Wayne was trying to reassure Steve. Trying being the key word.

Eddie was asleep, as he had been for most of the last three days.

His fever was getting higher instead of lower and he hadn’t been able to keep any food down for more than two of the last three days.

His water intake had gone nonexistent, too.

He was pale and sweaty, but visibly shivering anytime Steve looked at him.

It was probably just a really bad flu, but it didn’t help that he’d only been out of the hospital for four months and was still technically recovering from bat bites and nearly bleeding out.

“But what if it’s not?”

Wayne looked at him sadly.

“Son, he just needs some fluids and maybe some better meds than I can get at the drug store without a prescription. He’ll be feeling a bit better within a few hours if we take him.”

“But-“

“Steve. I promise I won’t let nothin’ happen to our boy, okay?”

Steve felt his heart clench at the words.

Sometimes he forgot that Wayne almost lost his only family, his son in all ways but genetics.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

“Think you can carry him to the truck?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie woke up twice on the way, trying his best to give Steve a smile, but failing miserably.

When they brought him back to get an IV started, Wayne went with him, but Steve had to wait in the waiting room.

Wayne kept checking in, though, letting him know every 30 minutes how things were going.

He was grateful that Eddie had someone like him.

He was grateful he had someone like him.

Four hours later, Wayne was walking out the double doors with Eddie, who was able to stand, but not support himself.

An improvement is still an improvement, though.

“Eds, feeling a little better?”

“Feel like a million bucks. No need to worry.”

Which is what he said when he woke up after his week-long coma.

Steve burst into tears and Wayne gently smacked Eddie on the head.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“What?!”

“Let’s get you home before Steve ends up havin’ a breakdown in the waiting room.”

Luckily, they made it home before Steve really did break completely down.

But at least this time Eddie was awake and holding his hand, talking to him like nothing was wrong.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon #mentions of illness

[itsjustjackie55]

Can I request one where you go to pre season practice with Justin. While you’re watching him play, you get all flustered and turned on seeing him in his element and wearing his uniform. He starts to notice and once your back home things turn spicy 🌶️ lots of fluff and smut please ☺️

Practice and Perfection| Justin Herbert X Reader

Warning: Smut!!! Minors do not interact!! (18+)

A/N: Hi anon! Im sorry this took forever I just started school this week, and my room flooded with all this rain in Cali. I hope you enjoy and I’m sorry if it’s not the best or what you wanted.

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Waking up early in sunny California is beautiful but truly not for everyone. For some like your boyfriend who had gotten into a steady routine, you bugged for him to let you tag along to see him in action.

You loved watching him on the field during games, it wouldn’t be that different seeing him on the practice field. As you got closer to the field and waited on all the players you sat scrolling on your phone. Hearing a few conversations of the players coming out the locker room, you knew the guys were about to start.

After a while of scrolling on your phone, sitting in whatever shade possible. You decide to look up and capture your man at the perfect time. Mid throw with his helmet off you couldn’t help but stare him down.

Looking him up and down. Seeing every vein in his big hands and his muscular arms. Watching all the sweat being sucked into his uniform. You couldn’t help but ogle his body and squirm to shake what you were feeling off.

Eyeing him more and more didn’t help you. You just kept imagining him shirtless, like if he was at home during your intimate time together.

As he ran off the field to switch with another quarterback he found you in the stands looking at him. He turned his head waving to you as he seen your face and smiled brightly.

Oh that man and his stupid smile made you gush. You felt almost ashamed to have thought of your boyfriend as the sex god he was. Especially when his face doubled as the adorable squish you liked to grab onto and squeeze.

When he noticed you still staring off into space after he waved to you. He noticed you weren’t staring at something random it was him you were staring at. He seen the heavy amount of blush and decided he’d take an earlier break and come check on you.

As you noticed him walking towards you all you felt was butterflies. His long legs bringing himself to you at a faster pace most people walk. Trying to gather yourself quickly, he couldn’t help but smile when he stood over you. Holding a hand up to block the sun from you so he could see your face more clearly.

God you loved the height difference. Him being this close and sweet made you want to climb him and never get down. Lost in your thoughts Justin shook you out of it asking,

“You okay Sweetness? You’re really red.”

Feeling caught you made it a point to bring up the heat and lack of shade where you were,

“It’s just really hot and there’s not much shade right here. Speaking of that you need some more sunblock Sweets, especially on your neck”

You felt relieved when Justin just looked around for your purse and told you to grab your things and move somewhere better.

Just when you were getting situated, you hadn’t noticed that Justin ran off to get some cold water for you to drink and cool off.

Thanking him and leaning in to peck his lips you couldn’t help but place your hands on his shoulders feeling the heat and stickiness of the sweat on his uniform.

God he looked and felt good. From his greasy hair, chubby cheeks, and the veins and muscles showing through his uniform you couldn’t help but give in and look deep into his eyes hoping he’d see the way you felt without having to tell him.

Looking down at your big needy eyes it was like he could feel your wetness and sensed your need. He felt bad work got in the way of taking care of his girl. He loved you and wanted to help get rid of that issue right of way. The way you smelt, the way you looked right now, completely clouded his mind and wore off the second they called him back on the field.

Looking over to see who called him, then turning back down to look at you he moved his hand to caress your jaw and stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“Later sweetheart, I know what you want, I’ll take care of it when I’m done. Just be patient.”

Gosh that man had you swooning and feeling messier by the second. You needed him bad. Feeling like time moved slower since he checked on you, you couldn’t help but grow moody. The heat not helping you one bit.

Once all the coaches drew the players in, you felt relieved and eager to see your man.

Once he was free he trotted right up to you big smile on his face. With his gear in one hand, he wrapped his arms around you lifting you slightly to kiss you and rock you side to side.

“ I need you bad baby,” you whispered. Liking your tone and reminder all Justin could say was,

“I think I can fix that, come on.”

Leading you to a private room with all the extra equipment Justin also felt as eager to please you. He loved being there in any way you needed him.

Lifting your dress up as he squeezed thighs and ass, you started to unhook his tight pants desperate for anything.

As he pushed you to a near by table lifting you up he grabbed you chin to press a kiss to your lips while moving your panties to the side. As you slowly pushed his pants and compression shorts down, you two continued making out while he circled your soaked folds with his skilled fingers.

Moaning into each others mouths, you began pumping him while he stood between your legs.

Finally growing tired of your hand he stepped as close as he could inserting himself into you. Groaning at your tightness he had to stay still to let you adjust. After all it was you who gave the word not him.

Growing impatient, you whined telling him to move. Doing as you told you couldn’t do the slow pace he needed to work through for himself. As he tried his best to meet your demands and his needs. He sped up a little bit in hopes to get you to be a little more quiet.

When he felt stronger to please you he started speeding up and pushing himself deeper, all while squeezing your hips and thighs.

Not caring if anyone heard you, you continued moaning and crying out even loader, throwing your head back. Justin lowering his head to kiss and suck at your neck he felt himself twitching inside you, emptying his sweet filling. As he got into a sloppier pace, you couldn’t help but feel so full growing closer. Clenching harder around him.

Hearing your moans grow loader and closer together, feeling just a little bit guilty for coming before you, he pounded you with the best amount of force that got you to come around him harder than ever before.

Kissing each other and taking deep breaths he stepped back admiring your pussy leaking with his load. He loved seeing your frizzy hair, naturally blushed cheeks, and your sleepy, fucked out appearance.

He looked around and seen a few fresh towels to clean you off.

Tucking himself into his pants and helping you make yourself look presentable, he kissed you once again before you two left the room. You were happily pleased with your man. And him high from your time together.

#justin herbert smut #justin herbert #justin herbert imagine #sweets x sweetness #jackie’s latest 🪽

[rea-can-yeet]

Not me casually dropping part two after a long time of me being MIA. Sorry about that! Y'knowzzz life and all hahahaha! I edited my tumblr pinned post where I put my current status there so yeah if you wanna know what's going on with me you can check it out haha anyway here's chapter two of 'mutineer'! Does anyone still remember this?? Or even this blog??? Oh god what if y'all thought this blog was dead??? Or worse- sagau ain't a thing much now? Wait lemme double check after I post this-

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REMINDER: This is gender neutral for all readers. Sagau stands for Self Aware Genshin Alternative Universe, but this is leaning much towards the God/Creator AU where the characters are aware that they’re being controlled but not aware enough to know that they’re in a game. This story is set in God/Creator AU, imposter AU, and lastly villain AU. This contains religious and cult themes, graphic violence, and probably some suggestive scenes (not this chapter yet, but the series will show some) so viewer’s discretion is advised.

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𝕄𝕌𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔼𝔼ℝ

"Damn, Y/n. There you are."

A friend, who she met when they were little and still vibe with even when they first became aerospace engineer students, commented while leaning against the old chipped doorframe. Her eyes landed on s/c skin, the arms to be specific, sweating. Her friend was huffing while holding a wooden bat, hair covering e/c eyes from her view.

She looks around at the damage the h/c haired had caused. Broken glass bottles, wrecked armchairs, holes in the blackboard, mirror shards around the floor, some damaged computer screens, and keys from shattered keyboards near the left cracked wall.

If this classroom wasn't abandoned or owner-less, she would have to use her wealth to bail her angry friend from being punished.

She had to witness Y/n being reprimanded for something they didn't do.

Stealing.

Ridiculous, she thought. Just because you hate a student doesn't mean you get to blame them for stealing your stuff just cuz they happen to be the last one to get out of your classroom, stupid petty karen teacher. If her friend wanted something, she knew that her friend wouldn't try stealing. And besides, she was willing to buy whatever Y/n asked, but she knows that idiot wouldn't like to ask for a lot of money from her. Y/n is greedy, but she knows Y/n is not that greedy. And of course, not greedy enough to steal.

And if the Y/n did resort to stealing, Y/n would have never been caught. She would bet her whole wealth on that.

Not only that, her prototype project for Aerospace Design class was dropped on the floor, breaking it. The culprit? One of the rowdy jocks. The man didn't even apologize and proceeded to run to who knows where while being chased by his friends.

And as if two bad things were not enough, Y/n somehow left a very important item back home; lunch.

That must have been their breaking point. So she had to follow Y/n. It took some time to find them, but she somehow found a Primogem keychain and thought 'Ah yes Y/n must have been here', and was led by crashing and banging noises. That was how she found this abandoned school a few streets away from the main road leading to their university and into the woods.

She knew Y/n's side that they rarely show to some extent, knowing her friend's tendency to be a daredevil, but she didn't think that Y/n would actually go destructive if being angered without a proper cause. There's an inkling feeling, of course, just being proven correct was a whole different feeling.

Her friend got a bad record and is being under surveillance and suspicion, hard work was unjustifiably destroyed, and lunch was left at home.

One bad thing after the other.

"Sorry." Uttered her friend, not much making a move of some sort, not even a turn of a head, still catching their breath.

She only sighs and lets out a little chuckle. Y/n is a nice person, loyal, and dependable. She understands that people have their own bursts of anger sometimes. Though, her friend has a little destructive flavor to it.

"You okay?"

"...Yeah." Y/n takes a few more breaths, taking in a deep one, then exhale. "I calmed down a bit." They say as they stood properly and turned to the person leaning on the busted doorframe that Y/n may or may not have also hit a bit. Dropping the bat carelessly, glass clinking from the impact, Y/n dragged up an armchair that miraculously survived their wrath. They sat down and wiped the sweat from their brow, their friend pushing herself from the doorframe and proceeded to sit on the armchair's table.

"Here." She pulls out Y/n's favorite drink. "Got you your bag and some sandwiches too." She hands them and Y/n accepts them with gratitude. Y/n puts the bag beside the chair and opens their drink.

"So question, how'd you find this place?"

"I have an attraction towards signs that have 'do not enter' or 'danger, not safe' on them if you didn't noticed. Or places with rusty barbed wires in the middle of nowhere." They take a swig of their drink. A breath of relief and satisfaction escapes them after. "This place was abandoned because of a strong earthquake years ago. This place will be bulldozed into a new establishment soon. Until then, this has become one of my 'Escape Places'."

She had to ask about this list of places her friend tends to escape to when she gets the chance later today when they play genshin at her mansion.

"How'd you get in the barbed wire fences anyway?" Asked Y/n as they eat their sandwich, e/c eyes turning to her.

She just takes out her assortment of skeleton keys. "I'm not athletic like you who can jump or scale over wired fences. I went through the gate. The padlock was rusty so it took some time."

Y/n hums, impressed. Then the face of amazement turns to surprise when she just drops the key on Y/n's lap. "You can have it."

"Why???"

"I found a shop that sells these in any color you want. I want them pink so you can have these since I'll be buying new ones anyway."

"You gotta stop giving me free stuff, I'm being spoiled rotten." The friend just laughs, picks up the keys, and shoves them into Y/n's bag. "You also gotta stop shoving people stuff when they try to refuse."

"Hush my child, eat and replenish. You have to help me farm soon. Those Regisvines are a pain." She zips Y/n's bag shut and sat back. "So... What are you gonna do now?"

Silence came between the two, though it wasn't uncomfortable. Her eyes scanned the destruction caused by her friend. She knew Y/n was a kind person at heart, and they tried their best to be good. To mind their manners, to be respectful. But she knows Y/n gets these impulsive thoughts sometimes. But she knows Y/n is goodhearted. Y/n knows their limitations and where the line is drawn. A very good friend.

But she knew that if being pushed to a corner, left with no choice, being wronged unfairly... Y/n wouldn't just stand by. And if given an unholy amount of freedom or autonomy, in short, freeing Y/n from any restriction or any 'leash', who knows what Y/n might do.

Y/n's chewing could be heard after some seconds before gulping followed.

"Not to worry," there, she saw it, that smile, that fucking smile that only meant one thing.

Throughout the time they've been friends, practically became soulmates, she knew Y/n had a variety of smiles that indicate different things.

A smile that meant Y/n was not okay.

A smile that meant Y/n's up to something.

A smile that meant Y/n's on their last bit of sanity.

A smile that meant Y/n found something interesting.

A smile that meant Y/n is in trouble.

There were many smiles belonging to Y/n where she knew what they suggest.

And this one... This smile meant only one thing...

"I happen to catch a glimpse of that asshole's ID and locker number, I'll be putting that skeleton key to good use. And I got a receipt at the same time the crime happened. But I won't stop at just proving my innocence. I happen to know how to retrieve deleted CCTV footages."

A smile that meant Y/n had won.

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Bennett walks around the edge of Dragonspine in hopes to find any treasure in his ‘adventure’. It may be uneventful, but his optimistic self continued on his path determined that today may be different.

Of course, he wishes to go on adventures with his creator guiding him again. Adventures with the divine one spreading their warmth upon him has always been the best feeling he has experienced, thrilling adventures brightly shining on his path. But he understands that someone as mighty as his god can also have weeks where they’re busy. In fact, he is already grateful to be one of the lucky people graced with their god’s blessings and guidance. Bennett never once thought that he’d be one of the blessed vessels in his lifetime. As if all his bad luck was meant for this very good one.

So while he waits for their holiness to come back, he embarks on another adventure on his own.

It was getting dark, but the moon was kind enough to illuminate his path to the camp he had set up. As he walks along the trees, he notices something swirling in his chest. The same warmth he feels when his creator was visiting Teyvat. His lips formed a huge happy grin as he jumps excitedly around. He awaits for the dreamlike subconsciousness to seep through.

He waits…

And waits…

He stopped to raise his palms, he was still in control.

That is strange. By now, he should have started running around or scaling high mountains, visiting foreign lands, or even doing simple commissions for others. He puts one hand to his chest, and he takes note that the divine aura felt strange, different even. As if the aura itself was thin and feeble, yet, it was not unnoticeable that’s for sure. As if the aura was swaying along the cold eternal winter wind from the near mountain, unlike the warmth that usually resides within him.

As if the aura feels less like an ‘aura’.

He can’t quite put a finger on it yet, but the change in the usual sensation of being guided by his god was concerning. He was just about to leave when he notices something from afar, much deeper into Dragonspine. He squints his eyes at what seems to look like a leg. Was there a person behind that bush? Worried for someone’s well-being to be threatened by the harsh weather of Dragonspine, he immediately runs to it.

But upon arriving to assist the person, his eyes widened at the sight before him. Laid behind the bush was a figure he frequently see around Mondstadt’s church, little statues of them on altars in households around the city. A face that he sees in paintings and on some Bibles. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, not trusting his eyes as they could be playing tricks on him.

There stood before your unconscious body was Benny, eyes wide with only one thought running in his mind.

Is he actually looking at the Creator right now?

He snaps from his frozen demeanor when he realizes that he was supposed to help you. He can’t leave you laying here in the freezing cold. But Bennett was hesitant, not sure how to approach you. He shakes his head from the nervousness, ready to help regardless of what identity you may have.

He kneels beside you, taking note of the rising and falling of the backpack on top of your chest. You were breathing, which was always a good thing to him while he places his hand on your shoulder to gently shake you awake.

He hears you groan, making him sigh a bit in relief that you were not completely out of it. He backs away on reflex as the person he is currently helping gently pushes the foreign and weird-looking backpack to the side. You inhaled deeply, making Bennett realize that the bag must have been making it hard for you to breathe due to its weight.

“H-Hey! Are you alright!?”

He can see your eyes still hazy and unfocused, but the air in his lungs was stuck to his throat by the sensation he was feeling from your waking presence.

It was undeniable to him now.

No wonder the aura felt less like an ‘aura’. Because it no longer felt like an aura, it felt more like …a presence.

He is kneeling beside his god. They’re there, with him, in the flesh.

His god blinks a few times, e/c eyes that he reads about shine under the moonlight. Glimmering eyes that seem to be glaring angrily towards the sky. Bennett stops his staring to avoid being rude and checked your body for any injuries.

“…That’s some rad Benny cosplay.”

You spoke, and Bennett never felt so stunned to hear the same voice that whispers around him to be murmuring coherently in front of him. And their first words were about… cosplay?

You sat up, with his help of course, and you looked closely at him. He sweats while casting his eyes away from you, unnerved to be narrowly stared at by his god. You looked around and Benny can tell that you were confused.

“Okay, what the… This is not my friend’s garden. And I swear it was summer. Why am I seeing snow?” You said as you looked at him, seemingly looking for an explanation. Of course, he is also as lost as you. But he did manage to find his voice and answered.

“Oh, um, we’re in Dragonspine…?”

And your immediate response was to laugh. “And you sound like him too!! Hahahaha! Oh man, and I’m in Dragonspine? Pff! Funny man.”

Benny only smiled while trying to make sense of your words.

“Man, not only does your voice sound similar to Bennett, your costume is so on point! Like- look at the detail! The shop you buy from is literally doing justice for Mihoyo’s drip marketing.” You looked around again, becoming more concerned. “No seriously, where are we? I don’t see my friend or her mansion or the tree house I fell from.”

You turned to the boy who held a nervous and unsure look on his face. “And what’s your name, exactly?”

“You just said it, your grace…”

“… You’re Bennett?” E/c eyes wide as saucers stared back at his green ones.

“Yes. I am. Your grace.”

You stayed seated, ignoring the cold as you stared into his eyes, looking for any traces of a lie. You trust your instincts in evaluating a person, your survival skills were honed by your parents after all. But it was still so surreal. You? in Genshin? No fucking way.

No fucking way.

You're in Genshin.

You see a flaming flower stamen nearby, and a sweet flower. The familiar sky. Dragonspine from afar, HD and all.

No fucking hell.

"... I'm actually in Teyvat."

You were well aware this isn't a dream. Despite your ability to discern reality and dreams, you tried pinching just in case. Yup, you were in your game alright. And surprisingly... you're not actually losing your shit.

Surprised? Sure.

But you can blame it on your survival reflex behavior to be whelmed in an unbelievable situation. You could release your burst of excitement later, right now there was an important matter at hand.

It'd be nice to chill in Teyvat if only you knew how to get out. Yeah, you weren't just gonna decide to stay forever. Teyvat may be cool, filled with characters you simped for and adventure and magic you could only dream of!

But you have a life.

It may not be perfect, it had downs and failures, but you couldn't just abandon that.

You wanted to become an aerospace engineer! Be close to the stars! Further the studies of astronomy! Help humanity reach the furthest parts of the universe, however small your contribution is!

Animes! Shows! Fics! Games! There were so many on your lists that you haven't checked yet and some are still unfinished and waiting for updates!

And also there were some people you want to get back at too. There's no way you're going to hell without settling some scores. You promised that when you're successful enough, there wouldn't be any reasons for you to stay as a goody-two-shoes anymore. And you would have to show those who wronged you who's boss, directly or indirectly, depending on that person and how they slighted you.

So you can't stay. You want to go home.

"Um..." Let out Benny as you turned to him. He was unsure. Not the unsure of someone so strange suddenly showing up, no, you were not that dumb or oblivious. It was much more. As if he wasn't sure what to tell you, movements showing that he knows what to say but is unsure when is appropriate.

He knows something you don't.

He called you something earlier. Your Grace. Were you some kind of high-status person? Is this a reincarnation scenario? Where you wake up one day as royalty who turns out to be the villainess in a novel for someone's amusement while stuck in class?

Nope, you checked yourself, and still in the same state as you were before you and your friend were falling to the ground. Dang, you hope your friend was okay, it looks like you were the only one who got sent here, which was good in a way. You like your friend's company, but dragging her to a place where she could get plummetted by a wild boar? Yeah, your friend would not survive long enough.

So what's with the title? You seem to have some sort of identity already in Teyvat despite being here for the first time, at least with the memories that have served you so far.

Maybe you could ask right now. But you want to butter him up first, get him comfortable. Of course, you know what kind of person Benny is. But with the off chance that Benny would be different than what Hoyoverse has displayed, you want to play it safe. At least, complete the evaluation to be sure that Bennett is the same Bennett that you knew in the game.

"Hey... I'm also at a loss here. I don't know how I got here. But I do want to find a way back somehow. Do you think you know where I could get help?" You asked, smiling nicely.

"I-I-I-!" You notice that he looks so surprised, there was a linger of disappointment too. Interesting, he wants you to stay a bit longer?

"I w..." There was a pause, you noted, "I could show you to Acting Grandmaster Jean. She should know how to help you!" You smiled happily, showing him you were grateful for the help. He slightly gets flustered and says that he has something to warm you up in his bag as an excuse to hide his face.

As soon as he distracts himself finding the item that might have probably been dropped somewhere with his luck, seeing as he's frantically still looking for it, your smile dropped, and stared at him.

He seems to know you to some degree, but he did not explain further, only saying that you should meet Jean for help. He should have explained something, seeing that he held no suspicion on you when you knew his name, and with the title he used for you, there was something. You heard his hesitation before he suggested Jean. He looked like he wanted to say something else. Of course, you could tell that he doesn't have any ulterior motives, but more so that he chose a different action instead.

Is it out of caution? Was he trying to be careful?

You have no choice but to gauge that out of him later when you get him comfortable enough.

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End of chapter 2: Rhododendron

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#Yall I wonder if you guys ever thought about flower language lmao #genshin cult au #sagau villain au #sagau cult au #imposter sagau #SAGAU impostor AU #sagau #genshin

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Can I please request a Peter Parker x (receiving) male reader blurb based on this post lol

Okay here you go I hope you enjoy it!

PETER PARKER x MALE READER

"Twelve a-clock L/n in coming I repeat Y/n is coming!" Ned warns his friends leaning back on the lockers like hes making way. Peter begins to freak out and makes sure he looks good with MJ.

MJ fixes Peter's hair quickly before giving him a thumbs up. MJ moves to the side with Ned giving Peter some space.

"Hi stranger~" Y/n jokes with his boyfriend leaning on the locker next to him. "H-hey Y/n!" Y/n sees Peter's nervousness and pats his arm lightly. "Peter relax a little. Theres no need to be all nervous. But anyways are we still good for tonight?" Y/n tries to reassure his boyfriend with a smile.

Peter nods his head yes rapidly before saying. "Yeah! Of course were still good for tonight! U-uhm my house or yours?" Peter's own voice betrays him with his face becoming a little red. "Mine. I have no one there besides me and the dogs."

Some of Y/n friends complain to him saying "Y/nn! Lets go!" "Bruhh Y/n talk to your boyfriend later lets go to class!" "Oh my god Y/n." Y/n rolls his eyes at his friends childish acts before leaning down to Peter kissing him deeply.

The innocent kiss was soon taken over by lust making the kiss more heated. Peter softly moans into his boyfriend's mouth wrapping his arms around Y/n shoulders while Y/n holds both sides of Peter's waist as they kiss.

"I swear to god Y/n I'm gonna beat your ass if we're tardy!" One friend says pulling Y/n away from his boyfriend as a trail of saliva follows Y/n from his boyfriend's own lips.

"See you tonight Peter!" Y/n waves his boyfriend bye with a wink before getting dragged away by his friends.

TIMESKIP

Peter was nervous as fuck. This wasn't the first time he has been alone with Y/n at his house, but this time the two had different plans. Usually Y/n and Peter study, watch movies, cuddle, talk and rarely argue.

Peter uses his spare key to Y/n's house and unlocks the door walking in. As soon as he walked in hes greeted by Y/n dogs. After Peter is done playing with the dogs he sets his bags and everything else that's extra on a nearby couch and also takes off his shoes.

"Peter!?" Y/n voice asks from a different room across the house. "I'm in the living room!" Peter answers with a shout. Y/n steps out of his room and walks towards the living room to greet his boyfriend.

The young couple talk and hug for a while until Y/n takes Peter's hands. "Pete. I just wanna double check that you are ready to y'now... Give me head?" Peter had kinda forgotten that was the purpose he was here in the first place. "Yes. I am ready I think I can handle your dick." Peter gives Y/n a trusting smile even though hes scared shitless.

"Okay so what were waiting for." Y/n pulls Peter into his bedroom shutting the door and locking it behind him. The two get into a heated makeout in the middle of the room. Peter runs his hands through Y/n's hair finding a place to keep his hands at griping onto Y/n's hair pulling him deeper in the kiss. As for Y/n he holds onto Peter's waist rubbing his semi-hard member against Peter rock hard boner. Once Y/n was fully hard Peter lets out a gasp pulling away from the makeout looking at Y/n's bulge.

Y/n takes his own shirt off before taking off Peter's throwing them somewhere across the room. Y/n looks at Peter and follows his eyes noticing that hes staring at his crotch. Peter mouth waters and goes to his own pants unbuckling them and pulls down his pants alongside his boxers. Y/n does the same stripping out of his clothes letting his hard spring out. Peter sinks down to his knees looking up at Y/n.

Y/n takes his cock with his hand and gives Peter face a few slaps before getting the hint and opens his mouth wide. Y/n moves his hands to the back of his boyfriend's head and slowly pushes him down onto his cock.

Y/n doesn't fuck his mouth yet letting Peter feel comfortable going his own pace and how deep can he take it. Peter circles the tip with his tongue before licking the cock down to its base before going back to the tip taking the tip in his mouth sucking onto it like his life depended on it. Y/n grips Peter's brown hair tighter pushing him down to the base of his cock. Peter gags and chokes on Y/n cock holding down onto his boyfriend's thigh. Y/n holds Peter down as he fucks Peter's throat. Peter gags and chokes becomes louder as his cries gets replaced by moans as his boyfriend fucks him.

Peter looks his eyes up at Y/n making eye-contact as he sneaks his hand down to his aching cock jerking it off at the same pace Y/n is fucking his throat. Peter loves the feeling of getting used like he was some useless toy.

Peter drool runs down his chin as well as some Y/n's precum. Peter's eyes begin to tear up as some loose tears fall across his face. Y/n lets go of Peter letting him catch a break. Peter throws his head back away from Y/n cock staring at the shiny dick. Y/n takes one of his hands around his cock slapping Peter's face and rubbing his wet member all over his boyfriend's face. Peter pushes Y/n hands away lightly before putting his mouth around Y/n's cock again. Peter bobs his head at a fast pace feeling his own cock twitch in his hands.

Y/n takes a hold of Peter's head again pushing him up and down making Peter choke and moan on his cock. Y/n feels the knot in his stomach tighten and begins to thrust brutally in Peter's throat. Peter doesn't even notice his own orgasm at first since he's so focused on Y/n's cock inside his mouth. Peter came hard all over his hand and some landed on the floor under him. Y/n pushes Peter down to the base of his cock holding him there as he fucks his jaw loose chasing his own orgasm. Y/n throws his head back as he cums deep inside Peter's mouth letting go of his hair. Peter sucked every single drop out of the tip of Y/n's cock before wobbly standing up to Y/n.

Peter with a full mouth tugs on Y/n arms down signaling him to get on the floor. Y/n sinks to his knees looking up at his boyfriend. Peter pushes his thumb inside of Y/n's mouth holding it open. Peter shares one last look with Y/n as Y/n opens his mouth wide before spitting the hot cum he had in his mouth to Y/n.

Y/n waits until Peter spits all of the cum out his mouth before swallowing. Peter stares in awe at Y/n kinda surprised he swallowed it without hesitation. Y/n gets up from his knees kissing Peter's head before mumbling softy against his head.

"We should do that more often."

THE END!

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Reaching out, you try to capture the beautiful dream slipping through your fingers as you're dragged through the warm depths of sleep toward the cold surface of consciousness. The clock on the table beside you reads 3:28 when you wake, still exhausted from the day's activities. Eddie breathes deeply beside you, his tiny little snores usually a comforting white noise that lets you sleep peacefully through the night.

No, something woke you, of that you were sure. Listening carefully, you wait for anything other than the usual creaks and ticks of a house at rest. Then, you hear a cupboard door closing and the clatter of something hitting the tile of the kitchen floor. 

Leaving the warmth of your bed you follow the sounds, walking through the dark house. The light from the kitchen spills out into the foyer cutting through the gloom of the early morning hour. Entering the bright kitchen, you squint as your eyes acclimate to the light and wrap your arms around yourself to ward off the chill.

"What happened?" You ask Steve, who's sweeping up shattered glass and green olives into a pile in front of the kitchen island.

"Stop," he instructs, leaning the broom on the counter and moving towards where you stand, rubbing your hands up and down your biceps. "There's broken glass everywhere, and you're barefoot." He grips your hips and boosts you up to sit on the island. 

"I was looking to see if there were any boxes of tea in the back of the pantry, and I knocked a jar of fancy olives off the shelf." His big hands remain on your hips, thumbs resting high on your thighs, their warmth seeping through the material of another borrowed t-shirt you wore to bed.

"What makes them fancy?" He's standing much closer than would be considered polite for a friendly conversation, and you're having difficulty focusing on anything other than the pout of his silky bottom lip. "They're for martinis or something." He swallows and steps back. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"Still can't sleep? I was hoping…."

"You wore me out? You did." He says, rubbing the back of his neck, his messy hair falling in his eyes. "I slept a few hours earlier." The blue-tinged skin under his eyes tells you differently. He sweeps the rest of the mess into a dustpan, and you tear some paper towels from the roll on the counter beside you. Giving him half of them, you both crouch to wipe up the remaining liquid from the olives. Your overused muscles protest as you slowly stand, slightly wincing.  

"Sore?" He asks sympathetically, taking the briny towels from you and throwing them in the trash.

"Yeah, a little."

"I might be able to help with that." He leads you through the hall past the main living area to the left side of the expansive house and opens one of the two double wood doors that lead into a dark room. 

"This is my dad's office." He explains, flipping on the light. The room is all dark wood and rich leather. The built-in, floor-to-ceiling shelves hold a collection of books and a set of crystal decanters full of dark liquid. A massive cherry desk sits in the center of the room, surrounded by brown leather club chairs. "It was meant to be the master bedroom, but he converted it." You follow him through another door on the far side of the room that leads to an expansive tiled bathroom with a wedged-shaped soaking tub nestled between a double vanity and a walk-in shower. "No one uses this bathroom." He sits on the tiled ledge and starts the tub filling. "Do you remember Coach Thorton?"

"Oh my god, yes. He made me cry when I couldn't do a pull-up during the presidential fitness test sophomore year."

"Well, he coached basketball junior and senior year. He would keep us in the weight room until we couldn't lift our arms. I started soaking in here after practice." He picks up a small purple bottle of bath oil from the vanity and pours some into the steaming water.

"Lavender scented?" You probe teasingly, quirking an eyebrow.

"Shut it. It's soothing." He turns a knob that lowers the lights, pulls out a few fluffy towels, and places them on the tub's ledge.

"Do you need anything else?" He asks, standing in front of you. You raise your arms over your head and wait. "Oh, um, okay." He keeps his eyes on your face as his fingers move to the hem of your shirt, brushing your thighs as he gathers it in his hands and slowly pulls it up over your head and off your body. You bite your lip to suppress your smile at how he's trying so hard to not look down at your naked body.

The hot water is the perfect temperature, and you sigh contentedly as you step into the tub, sinking until only your head is above the surface. "Keep me company?" 

"Sure," he answers, still holding your shirt. He settles himself on the floor with his back against the tub surround, giving you some privacy.

"Thank you," you say, the tightness in your muscles already dissipating, "for this and for letting us stay here. I'll give you cash as soon as I find a job."

"Don't worry about it. You two are probably doing me a favor. I don't think I'd like to be here alone." 

"Where are your parents, Steve?" You ask, wondering why he's in this big house all alone in the midst of a crisis. Your toes break the water's surface to catch the drips falling from the brass faucet.

"They're in Indianapolis. They have a townhouse there, and my dad has an office downtown."

"You didn't want to go with them?"

"Nah," he says, twisting the material of the shirt, "I've been volunteering at the shelter, and I'm more useful here than with them. What about your parents? They don't mind you shacking up with a couple of guys?"

"I think they figured I would be moving in with Eddie at some point anyway."

"How long have you been together?"

"Since the summer before senior year. You know that breakfast place over by Motel Six? Annie's?" Shifting in the tub, you cross your arms on the ledge and rest your cheek against your slick skin. Steam and the light smell of lavender swirl in the air and fill your lungs.

"Annie's Pie Palace," he chuckles.

"Yeah, that's the one. I was waitressing there. Eddie came in every morning for two weeks before he admitted he didn't like the pie and asked me out."

"Who likes eggs and hashbrowns in a pie?"

"No one. That's probably why it closed. I was saving for a car. I guess I should start looking for a new job soon."

"I should, too," he says, folding up the shirt and setting it down next to those long, muscled legs covered with plaid pajamas stretched out in front of him. "I can take you around to get some applications tomorrow, or I guess it would be today now. The days are kind of blending together. I'm taking Eddie to get his van out of impound. Are you going with him?"

"No. He's supposed to meet up with Wayne and Chief Hopper to clear some things up so he can get back to school."

"Do you want to come with me to drop him off? We can go looking for Help Wanted signs after." 

"Yeah, that would be great, thanks."

"I could stop at your house so you can get some more of your stuff? Not that you don't look great running around in my shirts." He turns and gives you a lopsided smile, and you can't help smiling back at him. "Stop flirting with me, Harrington."

"Is that what we're doing?" He asks before facing forwards again, eyes lowering to his lap. "So, no college for you then?"

"Maybe, someday." You push back from the ledge, letting your body sink deeper into the warm water. "Maybe when Eddie graduates."

"What would you go for?"

"I guess that's the problem. There's all this pressure to know what you want to do and go out and make your mark on the world. All I ever wanted to be is happy, ya know?"

"Yeah, I do know. And Eddie makes you happy?"

"Yes, he does," you say, smiling, dipping your chin under the surface.

"Then you're lucky to have found him. Have you ever done that before? You and Eddie and someone else?"

"No!" You flick your fingers toward him, and a few drops of water land on his neck, running down to soak into the collar of his shirt. "Have you?" 

"No." He turns and dips his hand into the water, splashing you back. "Why did you say yes?" The question hangs heavy in the air between you. Using your toes, you push up the brass lever, and the water gurgles as it empties down the drain. "I think I've had enough. My fingers are getting pruney."

"Alright." He stands and picks up one of the plush towels. Turning his head to the side, he holds it open for you. You step out of the bath and let him wrap it around you, fingers brushing as you take the corner tucking it in at your breast. He follows you silently through the house as you leave damp footprints on the wood flooring.

"I'll see you in a few hours," he says quietly as you're turning the door knob of the guest room. His eyes gleam in the dim light, and you smile in acknowledgment before slipping inside and closing the door.

The bright morning light shines through the slats of the blinds as you wake with a  smile, Eddie's soft curls tickling your skin as he presses sweet little kisses all over your face. "Good Morning." Pushing his hair off his face, you hold his head still to return his kiss. He hums and deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth and sneaking his hand under your shirt to palm your breast. 

"What's got you in such a good mood this morning?" You ask between kisses. 

"I just like waking up to you," he says, smiling down at you, and your heart melts. "I'm really glad you have these." He softly squeezes your tit. "I always have someplace to put my hand."

"Stop," you giggle as his lips come back down on yours, "what am I gonna do with you?"

"You should tear open my bodice and ravish me," he suggests. 

"That sounds fun." you agree, pulling his body to settle on top of yours. 

"Stop, Sir. I am but an innocent country maiden. I do not yet know the carnal pleasure of parking the beef bus in tuna town." He cries in a high-pitched voice. 

"What? Tuna town?" You laugh. His lips kiss their way over the sensitive skin of your neck, and your laughter quickly turns into pants. Your legs part, bringing his hard length right where you want it. With only the material of boxers between him and your wet core, you start grinding against him.

"Baby," he says, kissing your mouth, "baby, we are going to have to finish this tonight. Steve's taking me to get my van."

"Fine." Your lips pout as he kisses you once more. He lifts your shirt stretching it out as he sticks his head underneath. "Stay strong, ladies. I'll be back for you."

Rolling your eyes, you push him away. "I'm coming with you."

"You are?" He asks, sitting back on his heels. 

"Yeah. Steve's taking me job hunting after he drops you off." 

"When was this decided?"

"Last night. Well, this morning, technically. I heard him bumping around, so I went to check on him. We ended up talking for a while." You say, twisting the hem of your shirt. 

"Huh," Eddie says, studying your face, "well, wasn't that nice of you?"

"It was. I think I deserve a reward." Your lips twist into a coy smile.

"Then rewarded, you shall be." His hands wrap around your thighs, pulling you down the bed, the blankets bunch underneath you until you're beneath him again. His big chocolate-colored eyes are soft as he pecks your lips. "What do you think about getting out of here after graduation? Go somewhere new, find a little place of our own. Start fresh, just you and me."

"I think that sounds perfect," you say, sliding your hands around his neck. The progression of your relationship has always been at its own natural pace with little talk of the future. The picture he was painting had hope blooming inside you. 

"Where do you want to go, Baby? A city? Or maybe somewhere close to the ocean."

"The ocean, but not somewhere too hot." 

"Okay. We'll drive south until we hit the ocean and work our way up the coast."

"Sounds like a plan. Do you like the ocean?"

"I've never been." He smooths the hair at your temple. "But I'd like anywhere as long as you're there." Without warning, he flips you onto your stomach, and his hand comes down on your backside. "Now get that cute butt out of bed, or we won't be going anywhere."

Placing the thin stack of applications on the polished coffee table, you kick off your converse and rub your striped socks into the soft threads of the teal area rug before sinking back into the cushions of the deep-seated sofa. Steve plops down at the other end, doing the same. After dropping Eddie off and picking up a newspaper, the two of you drove around town the rest of the morning, stopping at the few businesses hiring. The destruction hit the town's economy hard, and most places are hesitant to hire new staff. 

At noon, you abandon your search and stop at the Mustard Seed Deli to split a sandwich that Steve insisted on paying for. It was surreal to be sitting across from him, sharing a turkey and swiss on rye, enjoying his company when a week ago you hadn't shared more than a few words in high school. Now you are….what? Roommates? Friends? The dill pickle spear sat lonely on the wax paper with the crumbs of the sandwich. He pushed it over to you, and you smiled. Definitely friends, you decided as you drove back to his house.

"Well, that was a bust," he says, tipping back his head and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"At least Family Video is planning to reopen eventually. I'm the one who will end up being the mop girl at the Boobie Bungalow."

"Aww, don't worry," he says, putting a hand on your shoulder, "I'm sure you'll get promoted to stripper in no time. I'd pay to see that."

"Oh god," you groan, covering your face with your hands.

"I think waitressing at Enzo's will be your best bet. I think Hopper knows him. I can ask if he can give him a call.

"You'd do that?"

"Of course."

"How do you know Chief Hopper so well?"

"Oh, um," he looks away from you shaking his head, "just from around town."

"Hmm." You aren't buying it. Whatever he and Eddie are keeping from you is starting to wear. Steve lets out a sleepy, drawn-out yawn as he tips his head back onto the couch cushion and rubs at his eyes. Concern wins out over the irritation of his evasive answer. "Steve, why aren't you sleeping? Are you having nightmares?" He blinks at you in surprise. "I hear you sometimes. Do you want to talk about it?" He shakes his head from side to side and looks down at his lap. Picking up the TV remote from where it sits on the coffee table, you turn it on and flip through some channels. Settling on General Hospital and pressing more buttons, you lower the volume until it's a quiet murmur. You pick up the overstuffed throw pillow and settle it on your lap. 

"Come on, lay down." You pat the pillow in your lap. "I'll stay with you, okay? You're not alone."

Hesitantly, he eases himself down, turning over so his head is facing you. His eyes flutter closed and your hands move to his hair, gently running your fingers through the soft strands and lightly scratching his scalp. He lets out a soft sigh.

"If Enzo’s doesn't work out, you could be a shampoo girl at Kim's Kut and Kurl."

"Shut up and go to sleep." It's not long before his breathing changes, and he's sleeping peacefully in your lap. The last thing you remember is Blackie arguing with Amy as you try to keep your eyes open. 

"Sweetheart." Steve's fingers are dancing over your cheek. "Lay down with me, sweet girl. You're going to hurt your neck sleeping like that." Opening your eyes as little as possible, you stretch your body into the space he made for you between him and the sofa and bury your face into the warm skin of his neck, breathing him in. He smells like bergamot, citrus, and cedarwood, and you snuggle closer, tangling your legs with his as he wraps his arms around you, and you drift back into sleep. 

You wake up alone to the sound of heated voices coming from the kitchen. On the television, Tom Brokaw is delivering the evening news. Switching it off, you quietly walk to the foyer to better hear the conversation.

"It wasn't like that, Robin. I haven't slept in days. She's just a friend."

"I'm your friend, Steve, and we don't do that. She's Eddie's girlfriend. You know your friend Eddie, who-"

"I know what happened, okay. I see it every time I close my goddamn eyes."

"And what if Eddie had come in and saw you…canoodling with his girlfriend."

"Canoodling? Jesus Christ, Robin, we were just taking a nap."

"I know things with Nan‐"

"This has nothing to do with that. Look, you're my friend, my best friend, but this isn't any of your business."

"Is that right? Well, if it's none of my business, maybe I won't be there when this inevitably blows up in your face."

"Robin…"

The floor creaks as footsteps come your way. Panicking, you tiptoe-run back toward the direction of the living room, trying to look as if you are just coming from there instead of eavesdropping. Robin's face says she doesn't buy it when she comes face-to-face with you in the foyer. 

"Hi," you say, trying to feel her out. She looks at you like she has a whole speech planned but glaces back toward the kitchen and shakes her head instead. "Hi," she returns the greeting as she steps past you and slams the door on her way out. 

Steve is standing with one hand on his hip and the other pinching the bridge of his nose when you pad into the kitchen. 

"How much of that did you hear?" he asks, placing both hands on the kitchen island that separates you. 

"Enough to know she doesn't approve."

"We didn't do anything wrong."

"I know," you say, looking down and playing with the cuffs of your sleeves and wondering if that was true, then why your stomach was full of knots. "I should get dinner started." Opening the fridge, you busy yourself pulling out the ingredients for the meal you planned to make. 

"I didn't dream. I slept for four hours. That's the longest since…in a while."

"I'm glad, Steve," you say, walking around him, but he catches you by the waist. His eyes look like the forest floor, deep greens and browns, full of something that draws you in and frightens you at the same time.

"It's no one's business what happens between us," he says softly, his free hand moving to your neck, his thumb tipping up your chin. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and his part as he inhales in a sharp breath. 

"Steve." His name comes out in a breathy whisper. The sound of the front door opening has you stepping away. Your heart is beating so hard in your chest that you are sure Eddie can hear it as he enters the kitchen. 

"What's cookin', good lookin' ?" Eddie asks, kissing your cheek.

"Dinner," you reply, not meeting his eyes while unwrapping a package of chicken.

"How's it going, Harrington?" Steve has his head in the pantry, rummaging around.

"You know we're still out of tea. I'm going to run out and get some. Don't wait. Eat without me." Steve leaves the kitchen, and the click of the front door closing follows him. 

Part 4

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Meet the Parents (j.b. x reader)

pairing: jonathan byers x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none? use of Y/N but otherwise gender neutral pronouns

a/n: my first jonathan post! i love this boy so much and his appreciation on tumblr is lacking so i decided to add to it! i hope you enjoy!

“Mom! We’re home!” Jonathan calls as he closes the front door behind the two of you.

You hear shuffling in the living room and the creak of the couch springs moving beneath someone getting up. “They know I’m coming right?” You double check, grabbing Jonathan’s hand and squeezing for dear life. 

“Yeah, I mentioned it,” he reassures, and yet you can’t help but not believe him. The Byers seemed so nice from what Jonathan had told when you first started going out, and you were just scared you’d be an imposition. 

“Oh my God, hello!” Joyce, you assume based on the description Jonathan gave you, turns the corner from the living room, and you catch the sound of the television still playing. “It’s so good to finally meet you!” She smiles, hesitantly wrapping her arms around you. Once you return the hug, she fully hugs you before Jonathan fakes a cough. “And hello to you too,” Joyce teases. 

“Mom, this is Y/N,” Jonathan gestures between the two of you with a smile, happy to see two of the most important people in his life getting along. 

“You’re even prettier than Jonathan said,” Joyce wipes her hands on her jeans. Then, without giving you a second to react, “Will, honey, can you turn the TV off and come out here?” 

You exchange a look with Jonathan, who looks significantly more embarrassed than he did when you walked in. You smile at him, trying not to laugh before Will walks around the corner, joining the little party in the hallway. “Hi Will,” you initiate, holding out your hand, not wanting to assume anything. 

“Hi,” he replies, awkwardly shaking your hand before dropping both of his back to his sides. “So you’re the person Jonathan yaps on and on about,” he glances over at his brother as Jonathan makes a sound to get him to stop, “I swear it’s a daily occurrence”. 

“Oh, well I hope it’s all good things,” you chuckle before giving Jonathan another look, both of your cheeks turning red. 

“Well, I was waiting for you to finish up dinner so I think I’ll go get that sorted,” Joyce breaks the silence as she turns toward the kitchen. 

“Oh, can I help Mrs. Byers?” You ask, also looking for any excuse to move to a different space or conversation. 

“Oh no, I’m alright hon. Thanks though,” she smiles as she walks fully into the kitchen, leaving you, Jonathan and Will alone. 

“What were you watching Will?” Jonathan asks. 

“Scooby Doo,” Will replies.

“Ah man! That’s totally cool! Can I watch it with you?” You ask, trying to show an interest in his likes and dislikes. 

Will’s eyes light up, “Really? You wanna watch it with me?” 

“Duh! That sounds so cool!” You nod, smiling wider. 

“Sick!” He grabs your hand and quickly shuffles back to the couch, pulling you behind him as you let out a light laugh, hearing Jonathan shuffle behind you. 

“Hey, last time I checked they were my date!” Jonathan comments as he follows up the end of the line, taking a place next to you as Will had pulled you to sit next to him. 

After finishing the episode Will was watching, Joyce calls that dinner is ready and the three of you make your way over to the kitchen, the family taking their unassigned assigned seats at the table before you sit at the other open seat. Joyce asks you questions about your life, your classes, and what you like to do for fun while Will asks you questions to see if you have any other things in common that he can nerd out about with you. The dinner went better than you expected, and your nerves melted the longer you sat at their table. When dinner ends, Jonathan offers to take you on a tour of the house, and you smile at all the family pictures on the walls, taking special note of all the baby pictures of him. He tries to avoid those like the plague, tugging your wrist to get you to walk faster, but you stamp your feet in the ground, wanting to take a good mental image of them. 

The two of you stop in his room and sit slightly uncomfortably on his bed. His room feels so much like him it's almost insane, but you definitely would have guessed it was his if you had to. It’s comforting to see the parts of your favorite person reflected so clearly in their chosen environment, and you can’t help but smile and take in every little detail as you look around. 

“Are you making fun of my stuff?” Jonathan asks, slightly joking. 

“No, it’s just so…you” you shrug. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Nothing, it just looks like you decorated it. I like it,” you assure him. 

He grabs your hand and pulls you slightly closer to him before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, hesitating for a moment before you lean your head in the space he created, giving him the confirmation to fully rest his arm on you. “Do you think your family liked me?” You ask carefully. 

“Yeah!” He laughs, “my mom was obsessed with the idea of meeting you and…” he trails off, rethinking saying what he was about to say. 

“What?” You glance up at him. 

“Will wasn’t entirely wrong about me talking about you all the time”. 

“Aw. You’re really something Jonathan Byers, you know that?” 

“Hopefully a good something?” He questions. 

“A very good something,” you nod, leaning back into his shoulder.

You two sit in silence for a moment before Jonathan looks back down at you. “Do you actually like Scooby Doo?” 

“Yeah! I mean I haven’t watched it in a while but yeah, it’s a good show,” you cover. You had never watched Scooby Doo in your life. 

“You lied to impress my little brother”. 

“I did no such thing”. 

“You know he’s only 13 right?” He laughs. 

“13 year olds are scary dude,” you counter. 

“Whatever you say”. 

“Not your family though. They were really nice,” you smile, soaking in the moment. 

“I’m really happy you agreed to meet them. I knew you’d get along. I’m really happy I met you, Y/N”. Jonathan smiles as he looks at you before staring back at the wall. 

“I’m really happy I met you too Jonathan”. You two continue to sit in his room, enjoying each other’s company before he offers to drive you home. Joyce sends you with a container of leftovers, joking that it’s just another excuse to see you again. You thank her before Will gives you a hug goodbye, which you quickly return and Jonathan nods that you two should go. You express your thanks again as you get in the car before the two of you drive off, and you are thankfully significantly less nervous than you were when you were last in his car.

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