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to hold [ dmitri antonov ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; hopper and murray have an odd habit of dropping off russian fugitives to your home, and you’re finding you may like this one more than you thought // part two

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, slight angst [ some sad moments ] + general fluff

“you want me to... what?” you question once more, looking between murray, hopper and an unknown person lingering just between them, “we need you to house our friend for a little bit while i make some arrangements.” murray states again, gesturing kindly to the man behind him with a generous smile.

however, your face betrays you in the fact the request is almost so random, you have a hard time believing the words falling from his mouth. the almost bald man opens his mouth to speak when you cut him off with a wave of your hand, “why can’t he stay at your bunker? like you did with the last one?”

this question seems to pique the interest of the man between the group, as he looks between the other two man as hopper scoffs, “can you just... watch him while he figure some things out?” he practically pleads with you, still dressed in his prison uniform before he’s gesturing for the man behind him to move forward. you sigh heavily, opening the door wider for the man to enter, “shower’s just down the hallway, on the left.”

he seems grateful for the offering, heading down the hallway towards the specified room before closing the door behind him, “do i at least get his name?” you question the two man as they step down from your porch, and hopper nods with a brief smile, “dmitri antonov. he saved my life.”

you nod, uttering them both a soft goodbye before closing the door. with another heavy sigh, you move into the spare bedroom, digging through old boxes of clothes that your previous partner never came back to get. finding some suitable clothing items before heading for the bathroom and gently knocking, “i have some clothes for you, i’m just gonna set them on the counter.” you wait until there’s a sound of agreement, and you open the door just enough to set the items on the counter before closing the door right back up.

heading down the hall, you step into the kitchen and look over your supplies, before drawing a blank on what to even fix for your new guest that had literally been dropped off on your porch. you figure just to wait until he’s finished with his shower before fixing anything for him to eat -- as the two man mentions briefly they had been living off peanut butter.

the tell-tale sign of the bathroom door opening hits your ears, and you stand from the couch as dmitri comes walking back down the hallway, “so, dmitri, anything particular you want to eat?” you question, noting the look of surprise the falls over his features as he pauses, “you... know my name?”

“yeah, hopper and murray told me before they left. so, what do you want to eat?” after noticing he’s been standing in the hallway for far too long, you usher him into the kitchen with a wave of your hand, giving him the chance to look over everything you have in your fridge of pantry as you begin to rattle off some things you could easily make without too much of a mess.

“you have a lot of food.” his comment throws you off, as you turn to look where he’s peering into the pantry, eyes wide with wonderment and your face softens, “different from your home country?” you ask hesitantly as he nods with a thin smile before pulling a few items from the pantry -- bread and peanut butter.

“you can have whatever you want. won’t here any complaints from me.” dmitri thanks you softly, before asking where your plates and cutlery are so he can fix the food himself. you busy yourself with getting some items ready for that nights dinner, letting him do as he pleases before heading to sit back in the living room and occupy yourself with some tv.

dmitri sinks into the arm chair to your left, his eyes glued to the screen as he quietly eats his food, more than content with his choice. he keeps to himself, still not sure what’s going on and unsure about you. until he softly clears his throat to gain your attention, “i never asked, what’s your name?”

you turn to him with a smile, telling him your name and feeling your face heat slightly as he repeats it a few times before a smile comes to his lips, “it’s very pretty.” he compliments, and you shy away from his gaze with a gentle ‘thank you’ before turning back towards the tv screen.

you leave him in the living room after glancing over at the clock, finding it well past the time to start working on preparing dinner for the two of you. he seems oblivious to your clattering around in the kitchen, too focused on the looney tones cartoon that plays on the screen in front of him. something that makes you smile before pulling out a mixing bowl.

as dinner cooks, the smell begins to waft through the house, bringing dmitri’s attention to where you stand in the kitchen, preparing a few sides to go along with the main course. his stomach growls in response, forcing a light blush to cover his cheeks as you look over at him with a smile, “you hungry?”

he nods, standing from the arm chair to walk into the kitchen behind you, “it smells good. what is it?” he questions softly, looking over the ingredients you have set out along the counter, “just some chicken and vegetables. should be ready in a few minutes.” he smiles gratefully, offering to help you set the table while you put the last touches on the food cooking in the oven.

uttering a soft ‘thank you’ as you hand him a plate of food, and usher him over to the table to eat. the two of you sit in silence for a short minute before dmitri looks up from his plate with a curious face, “you mentioned to the american... murray, that i could have stayed at the bunker like the last one. what did you mean by that?”

“last summer, there was this russian scientist named alexei -- never got a last name. but joyce and hopper saved him while trying to figure out what the russians were doing at the starcourt mall. they brought him to murray because he couldn’t speak much english. he was... really nice.”

dmitri blinks in surprise, leaning forward a little bit in interest, “is he still here?” at his words, you swallow harshly before shaking your head, “no... someone killed him. another russian i think.” you were never given more information on what had happened to alexei following his death, as the focus had been turned to defeating the mind flayer as hopper and joyce went deeper into the mall.“shame. would have been nice to not be so alone.” he muses softly, only looking back up at you when your hand lands atop his in comfort, “hey, you’re not alone. i’m here, and hopper is a few minutes down the road.”

over the course of the next few months, you and dmitri had settled into a routine. spending most of your days with the other, while teaching him a few american customs -- so he wasn’t sticking out like a sore thumb when the two of you would go out into town.

you showed him everything you could, from the parks to the different stores that lined the streets, to the different restaurants scatter throughout the small town. dmitri’s face lighting up with each new thing he interacted with as things in america were completely different from russia -- something he commented on quite alot. that, and how warm it was here.

hopper and murray would drop by every week, bringing updates on different things, including the status of dmitri’s son, who they had been trying to get over to the us for a few weeks. and while dmitri had done his best to hide the disappointment of hearing that his son was still in russia, you always saw how it had truly effected him after the two man had left.

“i... think my son would like this very much.” dmitri comments, looking over the freezers full of ice cream with a withered smile. since his time staying with you, he hadn’t talked much about his personal life, other than the fact to mention his son and wife, who he was no longer seeing. “do you want to get something for him to have when he arrives? ice cream lasts a while in the freezer.” dmitri nods softly, picking out a flavor he knows his son is sure to like before following behind you to finish up your grocery shopping for the week.

a knock on your door had you motioning to dmitri to keep where he was as you moved toward the door to investigate. outside, hopper and murray stood with a young boy, maybe fourteen at the most, who looked like a spitting image of his father, “we got him.” jim smiles up at you, and just as you turn to call dmitri down to the door, the man steps in behind you, tears already pricking his eyes as he sees his son.

the boy utters something in russian, before surging forward to wrap his arms around his father. you quietly thank hopper and murray, stepping back inside to give the two some time and privacy to catch up on their missed time.

as the evening rolls in, the two are seated in the living room watching looney tones before dmitri’s son pipes up from beside his father, “ty ikh lyubish'?” the question takes him by surprise, eyes shooting up to where you stand in the kitchen cleaning up your mess from lunch.

“pochemu ty sprashivayesh'?” he asks his son, raising a brow as the boy only smiles, “YA videl, kak ty smotrish' na nikh. kak oni derzhat vashe serdtse.” the words have more of an effect on him than he would have liked to admit, but there was no denying the feelings dmitri held toward you -- yet, never voicing them out of fear of overstepping the boundaries you had gladly dropped to let him into your home.

“eto potomu, chto oni delayut.” he smiles, looking up as you join the two in the living room, almost reminiscent of a family as laughter rings out over something happening in the show. dmitri smiles, looking between you and his son, thinking he couldn’t get any luckier tan this moment now.

translations

ty ikh lyubish'? -- do you love them?

pochemu ty sprashivayesh'? -- why do you ask?

YA videl, kak ty smotrish' na nikh. kak oni derzhat vashe serdtse. -- i’ve seen the way you look at them. like they hold your heart

eto potomu, chto oni delayut. -- that is because they do.

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aurora's 2022 fic pick

hello, and welcome to my first post of the new year—my 2022 fic pick! i will be compiling some of the fics i read and loved from this past year below!! to make it harder on myself, i've resorted to choosing only three for each month. i guarantee i've read hundreds more.

TOTAL FICS: 36

included fandoms: marvel, american horror story, the last kingdom, the 100, the witcher, peaky blinders, law and order: svu, the umbrella academy, gotham, stranger things, the princess bride, top gun, hetalia, timewasters, original work

DISCLAIMER: SOME OF THESE FICS MAY CONSIST OF NSFW. please be aware before clicking on them. also, please read responsibly—i have not included all triggers to the fics, only major ones, so please be sure to check those before you read the fics.

there is one month (october) in which i only reblogged two fics, and i checked my ao3 history as well. i didn't read a single fic on ao3 that month. to try and make up for it, i have posted an extra for the month of december.

JANUARY

words left unspoken by adorin on ao3 - doc ock x reader - fluff and angst, character death, gn!reader - this fic was *chefs kiss* no joke i love it and i recently went back to re-read it. it gets better every time. Heartbeat by HanakoSpiritoftheToliet on ao3 - matt murdock x reader - pregnant!reader, fluff - this was so sweet. i am a sucker for fluff. Terrible Two's by writeyouin on ao3 - charles xavier x reader - parent!reader, fluff - like i said. a sucker for fluff. i can't help it.

FEBRUARY

Soulmark by @dyns33 - matt murdock x reader - a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff; happy ending - i remember reading this for the first time and absolutely crying when i read the ending. it was SO good. Lost In the Shadows by @7-wonders - vampire!michael langdon x fem!reader - part of a collection of fics, kind of spicy towards the end, but nothing serious - the series is seriously so good. i am 100% prepared to re-read it. Chivalry's Death by e_n_silvermane on ao3 - 2p!prussia x reader - hetalia, gore, mute!character - LISTEN. EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE HETALIA. this is SUCH a good fic. literally it is so good. there's so much depth to the story itself, and i absolutely love every part of it. like... the description, the guilt the characters feel—it's literally a piece of art and i will stand by that until the day i die.

MARCH

For a moment by @disasterofastory - finan x fem!reader - hurt/comfort, gore - LOVE. love this fic. all her fics are so good. almost like praying by @imaginearyparties - steve rogers x bucky barnes - gore, gay religious angst - i fell in love with this fic with the first paragraph. i knew i was in for a magnificent piece, and ilana never fails to provide. There are monsters and there are men by silverwolf7850 on ao3 - vampire!matt murdock x reader x werewolf!frank castle - fluff and angst, canon-typical violence, supernatural themes - this fic FUELED my love for both matt and frank. i literally loved every second of it and i wish there was more to it.

APRIL

Rescuing You by @violetrainbow412-blog - vampire!eddie munson x fem!reader - angst, kind of villain!eddie - bro this was IT. this was the fic that fueled my love for vampire eddie, and i've never been the same since. unnamed by @000ficlets otto x reader - fluff - this fic is literally only five paragraphs long but i loved it so much. like,,, you know how you just read something about you can just feel the love coming from it? yeah. this fic. beautiful. against all odds by @twistnet dmitri antonov x fem!reader - angst, fluff, possible tw due to violence - this was one of the first dmitri fics i read after becoming attached to the character... brb gonna re-read it AGAIN.

MAY

A Surprise Guest by JaskiersWolf on ao3 modern!jaskier x reader - first meetings, alcohol - bro. BRO. when i say this fic is so good, i absolutely love it. it's so soft and makes me feel all warm on the inside. 6 Meters Under and Back Part 1 by @onesaltyhunter - vampire!sihtric x fem!reader fluff? bloody vampire stuff - oh my gosh when i found this, i jumped on the opportunity to read it. i love vampires, and i LOVE sihtric. is there a part 3? i don't know if there's a part 3. It's good to see you! by @disasterofastory alfie solomons x reader - technically first meetings, anxious reader, being followed - disasterofastory always has amazing fics and this one,,, idk there's just something about it that i love to read. it's totally alfie and it's written well!!

JUNE

Scarrification by BruisesAndBuzzaxes on ao3 victor zsasz x fem!reader - fluff, meeting family, character backstory - this is a long fic, but it's *oh* so good. like it's literally worth every last word. i've read it a few times through already. i might go back again and read it one more time. Where Our Pieces Fall in Place by anotherwinchesterfangirl on ao3 - finan x fem!reader x sihtric NSFW, time travel, polyamory - so good. SO GOOD. i love time travel tropes and this one hits the spot, every time i read it. Imagine being chosen to join Wonkru in the bunker before Praimfaya [...] by @fanficimagery roan x reader, past!echo x reader - angst to fluff, typical canonical violence - ohhhh my gosh in a world of so little roan x reader fics, this one is a diamond in the rough. it's so good.

JULY

Peanut Butter Cookies by @eddie-van-munson eddie munson x reader - slight angst with a happy ending, jealousy, allergies - jealousy fics are so good and this one was just,,, too good. i love eddie. i love domestic eddie. please don't cry by @sickoherd john murphy x reader - comfort fic - short comfort fic with john murphy <33 it was sweet and simple and so good with just a few words. Selfish Jerk by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord jim hopper x reader - fluff, a little angst, taking place during season 2 - i looove hopper. this was the first fic i read in july that was jim hopper, and it definitely wasn't the last.

AUGUST

IF I DIE YOUNG by @imgoingtofreakoutnow steve harrington - finale-based fic; major character death. lots of angst. - this fic is so good. i remember reading it for the first time and i actually cried. multiple times. i loved getting to read how steve may have felt in the days after the season 4 finale. annie's writing is so good regardless. Darling by @no-mercy-bby ralph timewasters x reader - short fluff fic - one of the first fics i read of ralph and i absolutely fell in love with him. bby is an amazing writer and they've definitely captured my attention on more than one occasion. want me to kill him for you? by @froggywritesstuff diego hargreeves x gn!reader - short fluff fic - diego is amazing and the characterization in this fic is just as incredible.

SEPTEMBER

That Guy by YouGotThatWrite on ao3 rafael barba x gn!reader - fluff, meet-cute over coffee - my mom and step-dad watched the entirety of law and order: svu and i just so happened to watch most of the episodes with rafael in them. i already loved him. and then i read this fic. it's so good. The Eddie Munson Collection by Edtease on ao3 eddie munson x reader - blurb collection; somewhat nsfw - these were so good and i loved getting to read about a somewhat domestic eddie munson. some of them are a little on the nsfw side, so please be aware before reading. Imagine finding out that Rafael sometimes worries about your age difference by @svubloods rafael barba x reader - age difference, established relationships - okay so i'm not even gonna lie i love fics that take valid concerns and makes the characters live through it. that being said, i also love rafael. there's no questioning as to why i loved this fic.

OCTOBER

City Nights by @thebirdybrigade allen f. jones x gn!reader - possible tw for attempted s/a, violence, etc. slight angst to a bit on the fluffier side?? - oh boy the first hetalia fic i've included on this list. i genuinely loved this fic. it was written well, and i love to re-read this. the ending kills me, every time. goodnight, my love by eliwashere on ao3 original character/reader - major NSFW warning, vampires, original character, pwp - i don't even remember how i found this fic. i think i clicked on the vampire tag on ao3 and came across this. it's so good?? like i fell in love with the plot of the story, and then the smut itself was a bonus. AND THEN the author included a sketch of the character in the next chapter, and boom, i fell in love, AGAIN. i literally do not have another fic for this month. i was off of social media well until the middle of the month. i will include an extra one on december because i know i have enough for that month.

NOVEMBER

THOSE WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND by @imgoingtofreakoutnow steve harrington x gn!reader - platonic, mentions of death and mourning - the second of annie's fics i've listed. it's sad, but it's so good. it's the budding of a relationship and i absolutely adore every bit of it. attention by @imaginearyparties namor x reader - okay but let's talk about the fact that ilana ALWAYS has good fics, and this one just proves it?? it's so good. i hadn't even watched the new black panther yet and i had already fallen in love with namor because of how he was written in this fic. are you thanking me or your god? by @lazypeachsoul uhtred ragnarsson x fem!reader - meeting, budding relationship - uhtred is a babe and the way lazypeachsoul writes him is magnificent. i love him and this fic so much.

DECEMBER

Nobody But Me by @ohthatstragic tom "iceman" kazansky x fem!reader - jealousy, established relationship - THIS was the first iceman fic i read after watching top gun maverick for the first time and i fell in love with him. not to mention the writer did well with characterization. gonna come back to this fic at some point and re-read. Concussed by @topgun-imagines mickey "fanboy" garcia x fem!reader - slight angst, injury - fanboy is adorable and this fic (other than the injury he sustains) is so cute. i loved reading it. Dating Westley Would Include... by @bowieandqueen11 the princess bride westley x reader - dating headcanons - i need more princess bride fanfics. i've talked to a few mutuals about it before and i might just do it. this fic is so good, though. i'm so glad it's out there. extra since i only had two for october: Strong people aren't born they're built by meowmeowpumpkin on ao3 jake "hangman" seresin x fem!reader - angst, a bit of violence, major tw for some things; please be sure to read the author's warnings before you read. - bobbbb in this fic. i love it. and the 180 jake does when he realizes that something isn't right with his wife. it was good.

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absentmindedly [ tom ‘iceman’ kazansky ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; tom’s hands seem to have a mind of their own, and he doesn’t seem to realize what he’s doing until someone brings his attention to it

⋯ WARNINGS ; afab!reader, touchstraved!tom + general fluff [ sweet touches, kisses + soft moments ]

desks lined in rows of two in one of the empty hangers for this mornings lesson. viper and jester sat at the front, going over the details of that mornings hop and giving feedback from yesterday evenings.

you sat beside your rio, stretched out in your desk chair as you listened to viper drawl on about different maneuvers and things he had been relayed from jester. ice and slider sat in the row in front of you, the blond haired man in question leaned back in his own chair, twirling something between his fingers with one hand and the other hanging loosely at his side.

you hadn't realized how close your foot had been to ice’s hand until fingers brushed along the leather of your flight boots. picking lightly at the ties before a firm hand wrapped around your ankle and thumb gently brushed back and forth over the cuff of your flight suit.

sparing a glance towards ice made you realize that he had just started picking at you, and had possibly not even realized what he was doing. but you weren’t going to stop him as his touch was slowly starting to relax your nerves and you let out a content sigh.

jester had called the end of the lesson, giving instruction to head out towards the airfield to get ready for the mornings hop. slider was the first to stand from his desk, “can you wait until you’re in a private room together before getting frisky?”

ice had whipped around to slider with a confused glare, until he realized what he had been doing and softly dropped your ankle back to the ground with a bashful smile, “sorry.” was all he offered you before following the rest of the class out towards the airfield. though, you would tell him later that i didn’t mind one bit.

the next time, you and your rio had stopped by the officers club after a long day of training, knowing that there were only a couple more weeks left before total points were calculated and the top gun trophy was given out -- leaving everyone on edge.

what you needed was to relax, and let everything go for the night. the two of you sat up at the bar, ordering your usuals before falling into a casual conversation. until someone had brushed up against your side and familiar lips pressing against your cheek, “fancy seeing you here.” ice muttered quietly, separating from you for just a moment to down his shot of vodka.

“just needed to relax a little, someone been making everyones lives a little hard the past few weeks.” you tease, watching a smile spread across his lips, “if you can’t keep up, just say so.”

“oh, i can keep up plenty, and that’s not the issue. just about everyone’s tired of this little lover’s spat you’ve got going on with maverick. and i’m starting to wonder if i should be jealous.”

ice chuckles at your tease, shaking his head as he full turns toward you, leaning up against the bar, “you don’t have to worry about anything sweetheart. you’re the only one for me.” the smile he sends your way is almost blinding, but it warms your heart nonetheless as his hand comes to rest atop your thigh. his mouth opens to say something else, when slider comes up from behind and pulls him into a conversation.

you note, however, that his hand never left your thigh as he spoke. you only smiled, turning back to your drink and rio -- who already took note of what was going on with a raise brow and shake of the head.

it was maybe twenty minutes later than ice finally turned back to you, before glancing down towards where his hand lay and realizing it had been there the entire length of his conversation. he didn’t say anything, only giving you a gentle squeeze and brief kiss on the lips before promising to see you later.

then, at the graduation, you stood beside him in your dress whites. hat tucked up under your arm talking with some of your classmates and congratulating them on completing the course. ice’s hand laid gently against the small of your back, thumb brushing every so often as you both moved around the group and said your congratulations.

viper came through the crowd, waving around papers before handing them to hollywood and wolfman, maverick, and ice and slider. and with a single hand, as he still had one glued to your back, worked the letter open and leaned closer to slider so they could both read over the orders. you stood, looking over at your rio as you both enjoyed a glass of champagne and picked at some of the food on the table in front of you.

“does he ever stop touching you?” your rio whispers, chuckling lightly with a smirk as they glance down at where ice’s hand seems to be permanently attached to. you can only shrug with a smile, “i don’t really mind.”

your attention turns back toward ice, already finding his eyes on you as he gives you a lopsided smile, “i have to go.” he mutters softly, hoping it would lessen the blow, but you smile and just nod, “don’t worry. i’ll be here when you get back.”

ice leans down, hands cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. only waving slider off a moment later when the man groans in slight disgust before stepping away to give the two of you some privacy. the kiss lasted until you pulled away, sucking in a deep breath just as ice pressed his forehead against your own, “i’ll be back before you know it.”

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family gatherings [ bradley bradshaw ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; it’s the first time in years that bradley’s actually had family to celebrate the holidays with

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, general fluff [ mention of icemav, found family love, hugs + sweet kisses ]

“are you ready to head inside?” you question, a tupperware dish still warm and seated in your lap as you look over at your fiancé. he seats in the drivers seat, a white knuckled grip still on the steering wheel of his beloved bronco -- the same grip he had the minute the two of you have backed out of the driveway.

your question, however, seems to break him from his thoughts and his head turns to find your curious eyes, “yeah, just thinking...” he mutters before quickly trying to reach around to exit the vehicle to avoid a confrontation, but he should really know better than to try and hide what he’s feeling from you.

as you reach over to grab his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles, “about what?” you ask, trying to be as gentle as possible -- knowing the holidays can be a time of sadness depending on the situation with ones family.

bradley thighs heavily, “just... it’s been years since i’ve been at their house. all the holidays i missed because i was so upset with them. i don’t know... just feel like i’ve got so much to make up for. all cause i wasn’t here.” bradley vents, twirling his thumbs together as he struggles to get the words out. honestly, he was feeling so many things and the thought of coming over for the holidays had driven him almost insane since mav had extended the invite.

he had worked to make everything perfect -- like he had to impress them all over again. to get back into there good graces. even thought mav and ice had already welcomed him back into their little family with open arms the minute bradley had been told the truth and forgave them both.

the reflection of light swaying back and forth had caught your eye, and you managed to catch a small glimpse of man’s head peaking through the shut curtains to where bradley had parked the bronco -- almost as if he was waiting to see if the two of you were actually going to come in.

“well, if it makes you feel any better, i’m about ninety-five percent sure man’s having the same dilemma as you.” you don’t miss the smile that comes across his smile as he finally looks up at you, “and what makes you say that?”

“because him and ice have been not-so subtly glancing out of the living room window for the past few minutes -- i think mav’s waiting to see if you’re going to change your mind and leave.” for a brief moment, bradley glances towards the window to confirm and chuckles lightly at the sight ice attempting to remove the smaller man from the curtains.

“then we better get inside before he worries himself to death. and i’m sure ice isn’t helping.” and with a nod, the two of you exit the bronco and bradley gently guides you up the steps towards the kazansky-mitchell residence -- a place that hadn’t changed much since he left.

you nearly giggle to yourself when the door lurches open before a firm knock can be laid against the wood, mav and ice’s bright smiles greeting you both, “we were starting to think you weren’t going to show!” mav exclaims, pointedly ignoring the cold glare from his husband as he ushers the both of you in.

“i’ll take that from you.” ice states, pointing to the dish in your hands before whisking it away to the kitchen. bradley helps you get your things settled before following mav in the direction ice had gone -- chatting excitingly the entire way about all the stuff they had prepared for the rest of the guests.

said guests, stood chatting idly in the kitchen before greeting you both with a bright smile. bradley recognized the lot of them -- having been ice and mav’s top gun graduating class and basically family at that point. bradley introduced you to each one, making a point to use their titles before giving them a smile and hug.

a man, slider, had dropped a drink into your hand with an old smile, “glad to have you both here. we’re all just happy to have baby goose back home.” and a round of cheers follow as you turn to face your fiancé.

“baby goose?” you smile, teasing him slightly as a blush creeps up towards his cheeks and his head ducks down in embarrassment, “i had to have a callsign before actually joining the navy, babe. and i was a baby goose back then.”

“you still are a baby goose.” another utters, causing a round of laughter before mav nods, “and he always will be. nothing going to change that.” the sentiment is sweet, and you nuzzle into bradley’s side as conversation flows around the room.

at some point, the two of you separate, and you end up in a conversation with one of the wives, who tells you all about the different things to expect -- more so after seeing the ring on your finger.

at the call of dinner, most of the room rushes into the kitchen to fill their plates. you and bradley linger back, reconnecting for the first time in about an hour. a sweet kiss is pressed to your lips as an arm tugs you in at the shoulders to lean against him. “are you glad you came?” you question quietly, overlooking the room with a bright smile. bradley nods, “i wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

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do not touch [ stephen strange ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 25 [ sex pollen ]

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, smut [ sex pollen -- from a weird artifact, oral sex -- gn terms used rough sex, multiple orgasms, cum ] + mature language

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there were many things in the sanctum that were simply off-limits. that’s what Stephen had told you when you had first come to live with him. and while you were free to roam around the sanctum and no real room was off-limits, he had told you not to touch anything as he was still learning what everything did.

you had been constantly reminded of this rule during your first month of your living there, but stephen had stepped back after awhile and nothing had been mentioned since.

your regular routine was to make a cup of tea, and walk around the sanctum to enjoy the peace and quiet as stephen worked in the other room. you had made it up to the floor that housed a lot of the older artifacts that had been collected over centuries.

and while you were usually very careful, it seemed that it wasn’t in your favor today. starting with how the pocket of your knit pants had managed to catch the edge of one of the tables, jerking you back and causing the table to shake harshly. in turn, sending a few items to the ground with a loud crash.

you had cursed loudly, dropping your mug to the edge of the time before dropping to the ground in a mad scramble to gather up the broken pieces of the artifacts. there was the vague sound of stephen’s voice trailing up the stairs as he questioned on what had happened. followed seconds later with scrambling feet as he made his way upstairs.

“i thought i told you not to touch.” his voice sounded from the doorway, and you could hear the annoyance lacing his tone, “what broke?”

“firstly, i didn’t touch anything. my pocket caught the edge of the table and sent things flying. and secondly, it just looks like some old vase with some powder in it is the only thing that managed to brake into a million pieces.” you state, glaring up at him as you attempted to scrape the powder back into the broke pieces of vase -- as if somehow it was going to make the situation any better.

stephen sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “just... leave it. i’ll clean it up. why don’t you pick a book and find some other place to occupy yourself? for my sanity, please?” he picks up on the discontented sigh, but shoots you a kind smile as you pass him towards the library.

you had done as told, finding a slightly interesting book and settling yourself into one of the large armchairs that littered the room. and slowly, you began flipping through the pages. only getting through the first chapter when Stephen entered the library with an almost frightened expression, “did you touch the powder that was in that vase?!”

“uh... yes?!” you exclaim, worried now about why he was worrying so heavy about some artifact and then an odd feeling settled into your stomach as you slowly realized that you probably were playing with some ashes of an old sorcerer, “was it someone’s ashes?”

stephen scoffs, shaking his head, “no! it’s not that! did any of the powder get on your hands? face?” he questions, looking at you with wild eyes as you shrug, “i don’t know! i was just trying to clean it up! what’s the big deal anyway?!”

the only answer you get is a heavy sigh, and with a wave of his hands, books begin flying from their spots and spinning around the sorcerer as he begins to scan different texts, “stephen, you’re scaring me. what’s going on?”

“i believe the artifact you broke was used as an ancient aphrodisiac. the only thing is, i can’t decipher what effects it is going to have on you. have you... experienced anything different?”

“no, i feel fine.” stephen nods, humming to himself as he continues to scan the texts in front of him, “if anything changes, let me know immediately. i could try to compare any symptoms you feel to the ones listed through out this book and see if we can’t fix it from there.”

you nod softly, settling back into the armchair with a heavy sigh. this wasn’t the greatest thing, and now you were stuck in the care of stephen for possibly the rest of the afternoon -- and god, it was starting to get hot in here.

“what’s the temperature outside?” you question, glancing out the wind to see the sun shining brightly, thinking maybe that’s why you feel so hot. stephen glances at you curiously, “uh, the weather stated there was going to be a high of thirty-seven today. why do you ask?”

“cause it’s fucking hot in here. did you turn the heat on full blast or something?” you state, slowly fanning yourself with the book in your hands. “i didn’t turn on the heat...”

that’s when the realization hits the both of you and stephen quickly scrambles through the book he’s reading to compare what you’re experiencing. all the while, the heat has increased to the point it’s hard to think.

blinking and widening your eyes a little, you glance down back at the book in your hands. attempting to read the words on the page, but they just end up being words -- nothing quite making the connection.

with a sigh, you drop the book to your lap, angling your face up closer to the coolness radiating from the large window behind you, letting it cool your face. sagging back into the chair as your hand drops to your lap and -- jesus christ.

your leg jerks a little as you register the sensation of your fingers on your clothed inner thigh. its a nice sensation, one that has you gliding your fingers over your leg again and causes your stomach muscles to tighten. it had felt good.

“stephen...” you choke out, nearly out of breath at your ministrations and the man in question snaps his head to you, “are you alright?”

you shake your head, “no... fuck... i don’t know.” you whimper softly, hand rubbing slowly along your inner thigh, the pressure in your stomach steadily increasing with each pass.

“tell me what you’re feeling.” stephen almost demands, crossing the room to stand over you -- and finally noticing the beads of sweat collecting on your forehead as you look up at him with hazy eyes, “i feel... good. really good, but not quite good enough...” the words are slightly slurred, and stephen’s head drops as he curses.

he was desperately hoping that the aphrodisiac you had come in contact with wasn’t that one. as the reversal for it wasn’t the best option, and leaving you be was only going to make things worse for you.

stephen catches the movement of your hands attempting to dip below the waistband of your knitted pants, and he quickly snatches up your hands before you can venture any further, “stephen...!”

“you can’t do that, honey. i’m sorry.” he apologizes, heart nearly breaking as your bottom lip quivers and tears gather in your eyes, “but it hurts, stephen...”

“i know... but you’re fingers aren’t going to help you. it will only help for a little bit and then it won’t be enough the next time. you have to trust me on this...” he pleads with you, the words seemingly getting somewhere as you nod, “so, what’s going to happen now?”

stephen sucks in a breath, “i’m going to help you, but please know, this isn’t the way i wanted it to be. but before we... start, i want to know that you’re okay with this.”

it nearly scares him how quickly you agree to what he’s offering, nearly tearing you pants and underwear down to your ankles in anticipation. but stephen can curse at himself about this later, right now, you needed him to help you. and that’s what he was going to do.

your legs are already spread for him, each one hooked over the armrest of the chair, giving him a view of your already soaked and leaking hole as you press yourself back into the cushions, “please stephen...”

he hums, before leaning forward and hooking his arms under each of your thighs. you’re breathing picks and with the blood rushing in your ears, you barely register what stephen is doing until he presses an absolutely filthy kiss to your slick hole.

stephen chases the taste of you, nearly growling as more slick coats his tongue and makes a mess of his face. he withdraws slightly, teases his tongue along to relish the way it makes your keen loudly. and then he gets into a rhythm of circling and probing, to savor the different tune of panting and gasping, listening intently as it gets harder and harder for you to keep still as you chase after your first orgasm.

it gushes over stephan’s tongue, something he happily laps up before pulling back from you entirely to wipe his face with the bak of his sleeve. you’re panting heavily, only slightly worn out from your orgasm and only seconds away from pawing at him again. in need of something more.

stephen is quick to shuck his pants and briefs downward, letting them rest around his thighs as he gathers you up, and pulls you into a more comfortable position with your chest resting against the top of the table nearest to you. your legs spread in the slightest, inviting him in as he steps between you legs and presses his cock into your hole. taking a moment to pause and catch his breath, to get one hand on your shoulder to brace him and the other on your ass, squeezing and spreading in turns to watch your hole twitch around him.

“fuck me, please baby, fuck me.” you nearly sob, as stephen’s head tilts back to sharply breathe in under the onslaught of your pleas, and then he snaps his hips forward, then again, again and again with relentless focus.

you wail loudly, hips immediately rolling back with the rhythmic force of stephen’s thrusts. he’s pistoning right into that spot that makes your eyes roll back and your hole squelch as stephen stretches you open again and again.

noises roll from your lips, a mixture of gasping and whining with each movement. stephen can feel you tightening around his cock, and it makes his blood run impossibly hotter. your breath eventually catches and holds, and stephen feels the unfathomable pleasure of feeling you tighten around his cock so strongly that he has to still for a moment and just watch as the orgasm ripples across your body. your thighs shuddering seemingly outward and then going completely lax as you gasps in lungfuls of air.

you’re still clenched tightly around him, and while all attempts to keep himself from cumming inside you, it turns fruitless as he lets himself go. pumping into you heavily with a deep groan. stephen sighs, gently patting your hip as he calls your name, concern dropping over his voice when you don’t response for a few seconds.

until you do, calling his name weakly as he gathers you in his arms and presses a soft kiss to your temple, “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” and with you nod, he guides you towards the bathroom.

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can you stay forever? [ evan buckley ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; when your ac unit blows, buck is quick to invite you to stay with him until it’s fixed -- leading to some realizations of where your relationship currently stands

⋯ PROMPT ; [ tara’s invitation ] you go to stay at your lover’s place after learning you are unable to stay at your own

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, slight angst [ jerk landlords ] + general fluff [ cuddling, kissing + asking to move in ]

buck perked up at the sound of his phone ringing loudly from the kitchen island. pausing his game before standing and quickly making his way over to where the device sat. and smiling when your name flashed across the screen, “hey, babe... to what do i owe this pleasure?” he questions the second he brings the phone to his ear, smiling falling a few seconds later when he hears you huff, “hey, what’s wrong?”

��my stupid ac unit went out, and my landlord said it was gonna be another four days before he could get someone out here to fix it. four days buck! my apartment is gonna turn into a hot box before it even reaches noon.” you complain softly, already feeling the heat creep up in your apartment. it didn’t help that los angeles was experiencing record highs for the day and then seemingly beating the previous days record with an all new high.

“do you want me to come over and look at it?” buck questions, already looking around for the toolbox he kept around just in case something similar happened in his own apartment, “no... because i’ve already tired and i’m about ninety-five percent sure that it’s an internal piece that needs to be replaced. so, i’m stuck until the repairman sounds up.”

“but you can’t say in a hot apartment... that’ll make you miserable.” buck comments before his brows shoot up in realization, “hey! why don’t you come stay with me for a few days? at least until the repairman shows up and then you can go back to your apartment.” he offers, teeth catches his bottom lip in anticipation as he waits eagerly for your response.

“buck, you are a god send. is it alright if i came over now?” you ask softly, to which he quickly responds with an enthusiastic yes before uttering his goodbyes and hanging up the phone to let you pack.

he quickly shuffles around his apartment, cleaning up his leftover containers from the night before and the pile of laundry that had grown in the corner of his bedroom. getting the place spick and span before you came over.

it’s almost half and hour later when you knock softly at his door. buck quickly greeting you with a soft kiss before he’s pulling the bag from your hands and chuckling when you melt against the cool top of his kitchen counter, “it’s so nice in here...” you mutter, relishing in the cool air as it beats down your back.

“you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like... you know i never mind when you stay over.” buck states, smiling as you nod. he disappears for a moment, trailing up the steps to his bedroom to drop you bag and pillow onto his mattress before heading back down to the kitchen.

buck got you settled in for the rest of the day, preparing dinner for the two of you and reminiscing in the moment as you ate together. it was rare that the two of you ate together in the sanctity of his apartment, or hell, even your own. schedules never seemed to line up enough to afford the time for either of you to stay the night, leading to a thundering mess of pent up sexual tension that lasted longer than necessary.

so, buck had happily settled into bed alongside of you, pulling you into the safety of his arms before pressing kisses along the exposed side of your face. relishing in the little giggles that left your lips before eventually relenting, and pressing a final goodnight kiss to you lips before closing his eyes.

the routine had played out better than either of you could have hoped. quickly finding a balance and rhythm that made it seem as if the two of you had done this before in the past. as for buck, he had been more energized by just having someone to share his morning with before heading to his shift.

it continued like this until the end of the week, with the two of you either eating out or ordering in due to the overall tiredness you both felt after your respective shifts. however, you took a chance this night to make something. seeing as you didn’t have to go that morning and buck would be due home after his twenty-four.

“what’s all this?” buck questioned from the doorway, brow raised as you came around the island with two plates in hand, “dinner... figured you’d be hungry and i wasn’t up for trying the mystery dishes in your fridge.” you grimace softly before waving him into the apartment.

“how was your shift?” you smile, taking the seat next to him as he goes into detail about everything he got to do that day. although, he had kinda left out a few of the more unsettling parts. not wanting to make you queasy as you finished up your dinner and wine.

“i’ve got to say, this is problem the best meal i’ve had in a while...” buck comments as he quickly takes you plate before you manage to, prompting you back into your seat as you chuckle lightly, “captain nash not feeding you guys anymore?” you tease lightly, knowing the crew at 118 isn’t missing any meals -- especially the one night buck had brought home a container for you to try and you were almost jealous of him.

“you know what i mean...” he huffs, cleaning up the last of the dishes before pulling you towards the living room to watch whatever peaked either of your interests. buck flipped through each channel, until you make a noise of interest and he left it there. settling further into the couch as he pulled you in closer.

“i’m gonna miss this...” you mutter into his side, already dreading having to go back to your apartment in the morning -- your landlord having informed you earlier that morning that maintenance had fixed the issue. “do you have to go? you could stay here with me...” buck offers, pulling you in closer as if you were going to leave in that very moment, “i’ve still got a few more months on my lease.” you answer, playing with the loose strings of his shirt to keep you occupied.

“then, how about after? wait out the rest of your lease, and then move in with me. you can stay forever.” he smiles, knowing he’s already got you convinced just by the way you tuck your face further into his chest to hide your smile.

“you’ve got about five months to figure out how to not leave your socks on the coffee table, then.” you tease, gesturing to the two pairs of socks already settled atop the wood as buck chuckles, “i’m sure i can figure something out for you...”

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wishing it was me, instead of her [ robin buckley ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; watching robin get ready for a date that wasn’t with you, hurt a lot more than you could have ever expected

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, angst [ feelings of unrequited loved + crying ], general fluff [ hurt//comfort, best friends to lovers + kisses ] + mature language

you watched as robin dug through her closet, attempting to find something presentable to wear to her date with vicky tonight -- the girl having plucked up the courage to finally ask her out after the crazy ends regarding the upside down and vecna. leading robin to take the ‘no time like the present’ saying to heart, before spontaneously asking vicky out on a date.

vicky had immediately said yes, and you couldn’t blame her. any girl would be lucky to have the robin buckley ask them out on a date -- however, you realize you may be slightly biased toward that statement. though, it seemed the only person who was able to see through your faked enthusiasm after robin had came bursting into family radio with her news, was steve. who shot you a look of pity after you had excused yourself to finish setting up the displays.

he knew of your affections toward your shared friend, evident by the way your eyes would brighten whenever she was near you, the way you seemed to hold on to each word that came out of her mouth, and the way you lightly frowned whenever vicky was brought into a conversation. he had told you many times to take the chance and ask robin out yourself. but, with the way robin seemed to pin over a girl she shared most of her time with, you didn’t want to ruin a friendship over feelings she obviously didn’t share with you.

“hey!” robin calls your name, waving her hand in front of your zoned-out face before holding up a t-shirt, “is this... too much?” she questions, face scrunching up lightly as she waits patiently for your advice. you shake your head, heat rushing to your cheeks out of embarrassment, “where are the two of you going again?”

robin groans, hands dropping to her sides as her head tilts back in frustration, “the bowling alley? we’ve only talked about this like... twenty-seven times.” she states, looking over the shirt once more with a displeased face before hanging it back into her closet.

“i wouldn’t say it was that many times...” you trail off, racking your brain as you try to remember if that was truly the exact number as the girl in front of you sighed, “uh, it’s just about! i mean, most of the times i’ve had to remind you was when you kept trying to make plans for today. it got really annoying.”

you wince slightly at her harsh words, uttering out a quick apology before robin winces herself and drops to her knees in front of you, “no, i’m sorry. i was mean. it’s just, this is a really big deal for me. the girl of my literal dreams is going out with me tonight and i want this to be perfect.” the words had sawed through your heart like a knife, and while you forced a smile to show your support, nothing had hurt more than in that moment.

however, you bit through the pain, helping robin find something suitable to wear and rushing out of her house the second she agreed on the outfit choice. an action she had found weird and concerning, but had turned her focus back toward getting ready for her date.

a knock on steve’s door caused him to just in his seat, nearly spilling the popcorn in his lap as the background of a horror movie played. he cursed to himself, standing from the couch before walking over to the door.

“what do you want - ?” he began, stopping when he finally caught sight of you, and your tear-stained cheeks as you swallowed back a sob, “hey, hey, hey! what happened?” steve questioned, face falling as you practically dissolved into tears, wrapping your arms around his waist as you cried int his chest. he was quick to pull you inside, never once letting go as you explained how much you had fucked up through heavy tears.

and after getting you seated on the couch with a snack and some water, steve listened intently as you explained everything -- how you had wished that you had told robin of your feelings for her earlier which would have allowed you to avoid this heartbreak. quoting her ‘girl of my literal dreams’ which only sent you into another round of tears.

after some soft reassurances, steve offered to let you spend the night. giving you the opinion of the couch or his bed, to which you stated you would just take the couch. the two of you stayed up a little later, finishing out the movie he had on before retiring for the night.

steve, once again, waking up to the sound of someone knocking at his front door and groggily making his way towards the door -- careful to not wake you on his way. the door opened to reveal robin, bright smile plastered on her face as she screamed excitingly before steve quickly shh’d her, “who pissed in your frosted flakes this morning?” robin bit out, until steve gestured to where you laid on the couch still asleep.

“what is she doing here?” the girl questioned almost sadly, now understanding why you didn’t answer when she had stopped by your house first. and after sparing a glance back towards you, steve ushered robin back out to the porch before closing the door behind him, “she came over last night. in tears might i add, because you went on your date with vicky.”

robin’s eyes narrowed at her older friend, “why was she upset that i was going on a date with vicky? you know, she could have told me that and we cold have just talked it over...” then steve groaned, cutting her off as he fisted a few tuffs of hair in his hands, “robin, for someone so smart, you are literally the dumbest person when it comes to seeing things right in front of you. she’s been in love with you for years. hell! you’ve been in love with her for years! i had been working to help her gather the courage to ask you out for months, and then you came in to family video and said you had gotten a date with vicky!”

“she still could have told me!” she yelled almost exasperated, before steve shook his head, “robin! it had discouraged her! would you have still asked her out if you had been in the same predicament?” the silence that followed had answered steve’s question better than any words could have.

“look, i know you really like this vicky girl, but i almost know you love your best friend -- who’s spent the night crying on my couch because she couldn’t handle the fact that the girl she loved was with someone else.” he sighed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose, “so, please. now is your chance to get what you want. what you truly want.” with that, he pushed the door open, gesturing for her to enter. and with a deep breath, robin slid into steve’s apartment.

her eyes softening at your curled up form on the couch, blanket tucked up under you chin as she kneeled down beside you, gently brushing the pads of her fingers against your cheeks.

you eyes fluttered open at the action, blinking in surprise at the sight of robin seated in front of you with a dopey grin, “hey, sleeping beauty.” she utters softly before casting her eyes down to where her hands fiddle together in her lap, “you know, i want on that date with vicky. and it was great, she was really cool to talk to and we had a great conversation. but i realized halfway through that while this girl was someone who i really liked, she was nowhere compared to the girl i had practically fallen in love with.”

“robin - “ you utter out before she cuts you off with a shake of you head, “no, please let me finish. i went on a date with her because i kept telling myself that you would never fall for someone like me. i was your best friend, and that just doesn’t happen like it does in those romantic movies we watch. and i guess, i got discouraged at the idea that you could never love me.”

“but then hearing that you cried all night because you were going to tell me you had feelings for me, but that i ruined it because i decided to go on a date with vicky -- it broke my heart, and i wish i could go back and let you ask me out like you had wanted to.”

“would you say yes now?” you question, cutting through the long silence as her head snaps up to yours in question, “if i asked you now, would you say yes now?” you repeat again, looking into her hopeful eyes as she nods, “i would, i would say yes a million times. ask me, please...”

with a deep breath, “robin, i’ve been in love with you for years, would you like to go to dinner with me next weekend?” lips splitting into a smile as she nods her head rapidly, “yes, a million times yes.”

you lean forward, pressing your lips against hers in a soft kiss, a few tears slipping from your eyes as her hands reach up to cup your cheeks, holding you in place as she returns the kiss. the pads of her thumbs gently brushing away the tears until the two of you are interrupted, “that’s great. but if you’re gonna do that, please don’t do it on my couch. i sit there.” steve utters from the doorway, making a disgusted face as the two of you turn toward him with narrowed eyes.

he raises his hands in surrender, muttering something under his breath before moving towards the kitchen to make some breakfast -- knowing either one of you is going to be making a comment about it in the next ten minutes. but for now, you’re much to focused on the fact the girl of your dreams agreed to go on a date with you. breakfast could wait just a little longer.

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cheerleader [ robin buckley ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; robin’s been in love with you, a cheerleader, since the two of you first met in freshman biology. now it seems her dreams have finally come true in getting the girl she’s always wanted

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, slow-burn [ major pinning + feelings ] + general fluff [ slight heavy makeout, confession of feelings + happiness ]

robin had harbored a crush on you for as long as she could remember. having met you for the first time in freshman biology, and being assigned as your table partner for when it came time to do dissections. and her crush developed shortly after you had given her a sweet smile and introduced yourself before sitting down next to her.

over the course of her class time together with you, it was evident she was absolutely smitten with you. based on how her eyes seemed to follow every little movement you made -- in a totally non-creepy way, and found each little thing you did to be worming it’s way into her heart.

she was surprised the conversations had branched outside of the biology classrooms. gaining her some side eye from the rest of her band section the first time you had walked pass the band bleachers and waved up at the girl with a bright smile. robin had hesitantly waved back, offering a mixed smile as you joined up with the rest of your team.

the interaction spurring on questions as to how robin exactly knew you. and was quick to tell them off for getting into her business. the small gesture happened at each game, and robin’s confidence to wave back grew each time you came into the room.

in supplement, after taking a job at scoop’s ahoy for the summer between her junior and senior year, she found you came in quite a few times with a friend or two to get some ice cream. to which, it had turned into a weekly trip and she would already be making your regular order the second you had stepped into the shop.

sure, your friends complained about going each time, however, were quick to let it go after seeing that the steve harrington was the one working behind the counter and were quick to understand. which was far beyond the actual truth, as you were only there to see a particular girl you had been crushing on for years.

after the mall fire, and robin and steve had moved shop over to the video store. you showed up there one evening looking for a movie, only to find robin and steve running around in the back with stacks of movies to put out. giggling softly when robin had finally noticed your presence and nearly dropped her stack of movies to the ground.

“w-what are you doing here?” she had questioned after getting herself set straight before casually leaning back against the rental counter to avoid the growing awkward tension, “i’m just here to get a movie for the weekend, got any suggestions?”

the question sends robin in a flurry of recommendations, pointing out a few that are a great watch, as well as some new releases that had been greatly hyped up by those who had seen them in theaters. you walked out with a few of her recommendations, signing up for an account before uttering a kind goodbye in her direction.

the second the door closed, she was off on a tangent about how amazing you were -- more speaking into existence rather than to steve as he shook his he'd and grabbed another stack of movies.

“it sounds like you’re in love with her.” steve comments before turning back to his work, not paying attention as robin’s eyes grow wide with realization. sure, she had harbored a crush on you for years, but it seemed to have morphed into that of more than just a crush. robin buckley had it bad for you.

and to make matters worse, it seemed the universe agreed with the idea as robin constantly ran into you -- to the point she was starting to think you thought she was possibly stalking you. however, you always seemed excited to speak with her when you walked into scoops with your friends, or when you would see her at the video store picking out a movie for the weekend.

she would strike up conversations with you every chance she could, learning more about you with each passing meet up before the start of your senior year. the two of you were randomly paired in another class, and you had practically rushed over to her side when you caught the familiar face, uttering something about how it was nice to have a class with someone you knew.

she had been properly shocked until she settled into class with you, and the usual awkwardness that tended to surround your conversations had seemingly disappeared into thin air. the near constant smile robin had on her face was evident of how much she enjoyed just being near you.

until one fateful afternoon, where you had turned toward her at the end of class with a hesitant smile, “so, this test before break is supposed to be really hard, and i was wondering if you would like to study with me? we can make a whole day out of it this weekend if you aren’t too busy.”

your offer had taken robin completely by surprise, and she had quickly nodded in agreement, “yeah! that would be great... did you want to do it at my house or yours?” she questioned, mild surprised she managed to get through such a sentence without stuttering over her words, “yours, if you don’t mind. if i can avoid you meeting my parents, then i’ll do that.”

robin nodded, giving you a reassuring smile as she wrote out her address on a little piece of paper, sliding it over to you as the bell rang -- avoiding the dark blush that run up her neck when your fingers touched briefly, before rushing out of the room and towards her next class. you had attempted to will down the growing heat in your cheeks, smothering a bright grin as a few of your cheer friends had met up with you to walk towards your next class.

your nerves were haywire by the time the weekend had rolled around, and you had pulled in front of robin’s house just before seven. you had been jittery most of the day, hoping you wouldn’t make much of a fool of yourself in front of the girl you had been practically in love with since freshman year.

a heavy sigh left your lips after knocking on the door, signaling your arrival. robin had opened the door almost timidly, smiling at you just as nervous before ushering you inside, “um, you can put your stuff in the living room. do you want anything to eat or drink before we get started?”

“no, thank you. i appreciate it.” you smile, hoping it would ease her nerves before following her into the living room. study materials were pulled out, and textbooks laid out along the coffee table as tv played in the background.

the two of you quizzed each other, reiterated keys points and concepts the other may have missed or hadn’t quite understood. before you noticed robin growing a little bored of studying, “getting a little bored?” you questioned with a soft tease, giggling when she nodded her head with a roll of her eyes, “i can see why you said this test was going to be hard. it’s a lot of information to take in!”

“ms. o’donnell’s tests have never been easy. i think she just likes to see us suffer over this material.” robin agrees with you, before looking over at the small stack of new rentals she had gotten from work, “why don’t we take a break? we can watch a movie, and then go back to studying?”

“sure.” you smile, lifting the textbook from your lap and placing it gently on the coffee table as robin stands from the floor, “you pick, and i’ll get us some drinks and popcorn.” she smiles before turning on her heel to head into the kitchen. you filed through all her movies and stumbling across one you had been wanting to see for a bit considering how good the first one was, “did you pick one?” robin asks as she re-enters the room with two cans of soda and a bowl of popcorn.

you nod, holding up the vhs of ‘alien’ with a impressed smile, “must be nice working at a video store, you get all the new releases.” you state, standing to pop the tape into the player as robin gets settled behind you, “it’s pretty cool. steve and i have seen about every movie that’s come through the store.”

“so that’s why you were so good at picking out movies. all of the ones you gave me were amazing.” robin blushes lightly at the compliment, turning towards the tv screen as the opening credits start to play. the two of you settle in for the movie, occasionally digging into the popcorn as the movie plays through.

at one point, your fingers touch while your both digging into the popcorn bowl, and in a flash of surprise, your heads snap toward the other. there is no uttering of an apology from either of you, as your eyes flicker between her lips and eyes -- hoping to signal what your thinking of doing. and then slowly, you lean forward before pausing a little ways from her to give the chance for her to back out. only, robin mimics your actions, leaning forward until your lips barely touch.

your lips press against hers, soft and sweet before pulling back a ways to search her face for any sign of discomfort. then, without warning -- her hands cup your jaw, pulling you back in as she captures yours lips in a heated kiss, forcing you almost into her lap. there’s a muffled noise of surprise, before your melting into the kiss and your eyes slip closed.

you hands find purchase tops of her shoulders, fingers trailing up to play with the end of her hair as her tongue slips along the seam of your lips, gently asking for permission. tongue slipping into your mouth as she moans, tasting you softly.

you break apart in desperate need of air, your forehead falling to rest against her own as you smile brightly down at her, “go on a date with me?” you utter softly, still a little out of breath from your intense makeout. the girl under you nods, smiling before pulling you in for another kiss, “i’ve waited forever to hear you say that to me.”

you chuckle softly, brushing your thumb against her cheek, “sorry it took me so long. i went back and forth on whether to make my feelings known -- i didn’t know if you felt that way.” that had possibly been the hardest part when it came to voicing your feelings for the girl in front of you. scared of the stigma that followed those who liked people outside the social norm.

“well, i’m glad you did. cause was too scared to ask you. made it a lot easier for me.” robin mused softly, pressing another kiss to yours lip before you slid off her lap, cuddling up into her side to finish out the rest of the movie in her arms.

the date had been set to after one of the end of week games, and just like clockwork, you had turned towards the band in the bleachers. quickly finding robin dressed up in her uniform before giving her a big wave and smile. she returned the gesture, now with a whole new meaning as you skipped off in your own uniform to gaggle with the girls on your team.

her eyes were on you a major of the game, smiling to herself as you cheered and smiled up at the crowd, before every so often, locking eyes with your now girlfriend to shoot her a quick wink before turning back to the game. at the call of the game, you exited the gym to grab your things and met robin in the parking lot.

she had bounded up to you with a bright smile, arm through around your shoulders as the two of you walked towards your car, “so, i was thinking that diner off charleston, the one with the really good milkshakes.” robin happily agreed, waiting until the otw of you were seated inside the comfort of your car before leaning over the console to press a soft kiss to your lips.

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stockings [ abby anderson ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; you surprise abby with a decorated living room in an old cafe, complete with her own custom stocking

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader + general fluff [ surprises, kisses + sweet moments ]

it was no secret to you that abby had a bit of a soft spot for christmas time. even though, you were pretty sure christmas hadn’t been celebrated since the end of the world, but it still seemed that remains of the holiday still lingered around in desolate stores.

while abby never really spoke about why the holiday had meant so much to her, you assumed it had something to do with someone that she had been close to. more so, abby always had an affinity for old world items -- such as her collection of state quarters, so it wasn’t much of a surprise for her to have some liking to the holiday.

you had practically begged owen to let you utilize the old cafe and turn it into a christmas wonderland. it took some time, but he finally relented after getting you to agree to leaving the decorations up so he and mel could enjoy them as well. and once you had his okay, you got to work collecting lights and old decorations to decorate the lounge as best as you could. even going as far as to mimic a holiday set up from an old magazine you had found in the city.

it took you a few weeks to finally get everything put together, and to a point where you could surprise abby. and you managed to figure out an excuse to get her to travel with you to the aquarium under the gauze that owen had requested help with something. and abby had eagerly gone along with it.

“where’s owen?” she questions the second the door closes behind the two of you, “i don’t know, maybe he’s up in the cafe? he didn’t exactly tell he where he needed the help.” she seemed to take the answer, following you up the set of stairs towards the old cafe.

you gently fumbled with the keys, hoping that she would enjoy everything you had set up just beyond those doors. once getting it unlocked, you turned to abby with a slight smile, “can you close your eyes for me?”

abby eyes you curiously, brow raising before dutifully closing her eyes with a heavy sigh. you pulled the door open side enough, before coming to abby’s side and gently guiding her up the steps before bringing her to a stop, “are you ready?”

at your words, abby opened her eyes. a gasp falling from her lips as she took in the scene in front of her. you had turned the couch around, a red blanket thrown over the back to add some color. an old wardrobe turned on it’s side was now functioning as the backdrop for a fireplace, complete with candles, garland and stockings. and then in the corner, sat a christmas tree covered in lights and ornaments.

“when did you have time to do this?” abby questioned, turning to look over at where you stood. you shrugged, “you are always gone for patrol and side jobs for issac, so i snuck off with owen and we put this together. i hope you like it.”

“like it? i love it! this is amazing! the best thing anyone has ever done for me!” she smiles, rushing in your direction to wrap you up in a hug, and press kiss anywhere she could reach. once she’s done, she steps back and walks over to get a close of up everything you’ve put up.

you watch he slowly spin around the small area, taking everything in until she steps and rushes toward where the stockings hang, “you made me a stocking?” she questions, tears nearly brimming her eyes as she brushes her fingers over the letters of her name.

“yeah, it took me forever to find the letters. and even longer to find a working iron.” you smile, crossing the room to join her at her side, “no one’s ever made me a stocking.” she whispers quietly, looking over at you with a soft smile, “well, i guess i’m the first then. should i be prepared to made you one every year?”

abby shakes her head, “no, this one’s perfect.” she smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

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kissing cold noses [ druig ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; it’s cold outside -- and druig’s top concern is making sure you’re well warmed while out running your errands for the day

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, slight!au -- druig never goes to live in south america, general fluff [ hugs, nuzzling into weather coats, kissing noses, sweet moments ] + mature language

with the holidays inching closer, it seemed the streets and stores only got busier. and it seemed that not even the cold temperatures or freshly fallen snow was enough to keep people holed up inside of their homes.

though, it seemed today, both you and him would be braving the cold and windy streets of your hometown to run some last minute errands before shops began to close up for the holidays. the temperature was low, the high winds only lowering it to the point it seemed to cut through all winter coats and layers. but, he had done his best to make sure you were wearing enough before stepping out of the house.

druig never got cold -- maybe that was due to his immortal nature, however he wasn’t entirely sure. the past few thousand years he had spent on earth was enough to tell him that much of information as he never seemed to be effected by extreme heat or cold. however, he still had appearances to keep up and had thrown on a few extra layers to aid in his blending in among the mortal population.

after stepping out of the house, he lingered just in front of you as you locked the door, before quickly tugging you into his side and guiding the two of you down the busy street towards the shops you had mentioned wanting to visit.

concern pooling in his chest every time the wind would blow rather harshly and you would tuck you face into the side of his jacket, tugging him all the more closer into your side. the only sigh of relief you seemed to make was when the two of you would enter a shop -- ushered in by the warmth it was giving off, and walking around long enough to not only gather what you needed, but to get the feeling back into your limbs.

you did this between each of your stops, druig happily tugging you into his embrace each time you exited a store and then letting you run to your hearts content once entering a shop. once you had mentally checked everything off your list, you turn towards druig with a warm smile, “ready to go home?” you question, teeth chattering sightly as the man in front of you nods, “yeah, but let’s get you something to warm ya up for the walk back.”

you gaze follows his own, landing on the stand of someone selling hot drinks to combat the cold weather, and relief floods your system. you let druig pull you in the direction of the stand, quickly placing an order before handing the attendant money in exchange for two mugs of hot chocolate.

you gasp at the heat radiating from the cup, thanking druig softly before taking a sip of the hot drink -- almost nearly burning your tongue in the process but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you continued to take sips.

druig had pulled you right back into his side, starting the two of you back in the direction of your shared home. but not before leaning over to drop a kiss to the tip of your nose -- a slight mistake on his part, “you’re nose is fucking freezing” he bristles, eyes filling with concern before he’s tugging you impossibly closer and attempting to pick up the pace to get you home quicker.

the second you are both home, the door shut tightly behind the both of you he turns you to face him. he offers you a cheeky smile, before pressing his lips to your nose once more. then lips press against your forehead, each cheek and then finally on your lips before pulling away, “got to keep you warm, dove. can’t have you freezing on me.”

“you just don’t like my feet touching you.” you tease slightly, smile only growing wider when he growls lightly, “don’t know anyone who’d like that. you keep those frozen toes to yourself.” he quips, before fingers between to tug at your hat, scarf and jacket before ushering you into the living room to get you warmed up a bit more. one more kiss is pressed to you nose, where he finds you had significantly warmed since your arrival home, and he hums in content. snuggling in close to you on the couch as you flip through the different channels to find something to watch.

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in the dead of night [ ellie williams ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 24 [ outdoor sex ]

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shimmer made a noise from your right -- the horse happily grazing along the side of the desolate road without so much as a care in the world. ellie had de-saddled her, letting her rest for the night without the weight of your packs and saddle. however, she still kept the lead rope on just in case something were to happen.

the three of you had stopped after riding most of the day, stopping somewhere in idaho to make a camp and eat some of the food you had packed away. you and ellie sat mostly in silence, shoulders occasionally brushing against one another when either of you would giggle about something the other had said.

eventually, ellie stood from her spot, brushing her hands against her jeans before grabbing her rifle, “you sleep, i’ll take first watch.” it’s paired with a smile, and leaves no real room for argument as she walks a short distance to perch herself up to overlook the area the two of you were resting in.

with a slight huff, you pull your winter coat from your pack, tossing it around your shoulders before propping your pack up to function as a pillow for the night. there’s a quiet uttering of goodnight’s for the two of you, leaving you to roll over and finally get some shut eye.

until you were abruptly awoken from your sleep with ellie pushing roughly on your shoulder, “hey! you alright?” she questions concerned, eyes dragging down your form in search of any other signs of distress. you look up at her with tired eyes, “what’s wrong? is it time for my shift?” you slur slightly, voice still laced with sleep.

“no. it sounded like you were having a bad dream...” she whispers, thinking it had something to do with the ski house and having to walk in on the scene of joel and her on the floor. however, you seem to shy away as you break her gaze, “i wasn’t having a bad dream...”

confusion draws across her features for a moment, before realization dawns on her and she shuffles back a little bit. heat immediately rushes to your face and just as you’re getting ready to state you’ll take over watch, a firm hand presses against your shoulder and pushes you back against the ground, “do you want me to help you?”

the words are uttered so quickly that you almost miss them, but you manage to catch every word nonetheless. your eyes widen, head snapping up towards her own as a look of surprise crosses your face. never in a million years would you have ever imagined getting to hear something like that come from her mouth. and yet, here she was.

wordlessly, you nod, and her hands drop to the waistband of your jeans to quickly undo them. then, she’s guiding your jeans and underwear down to the middle of your thighs, giving her enough room to slip her fingers through you glistening folds and circle your clit.

a low moan leaves your lips, which is immediately silenced by ellie’s lips pressing against your own. drawing back just a breath to murmur against your lips, “we’re still outside, don’t know what’s out there. so you need to be quiet, yeah?” the husky words only at fuel to fire, and while you worried about infected limping up to the two of you in such a vulnerable position, it all flew out the window when one of her fingers dipped into your cunt.

aided with her thumb pressed right against your clit, she prodded right against your sweet spot with each thrust of her finger. adding in another after a few strokes. her lips moving on to suck a few marks into your neck as you tried you best to keep yourself quiet as the coil in your stomach tightened.

ellie smiled to herself, teeth still grazing at the skin of your neck while she worked her fingers into you, “doing so good baby... clenching around my fingers so good.” she coos softly, moving to suck another mark at the junction of your neck and shoulder.

your hips buck up, thrusting back against her fingers as you chase your orgasm. falling over the edge seconds later with ellie’s lips muffling your moans. she talks you gently through the aftershocks, gently caressing your face as your breathing slowly evens out and ellie helps you get your pants back in place.

she presses another kiss to your lips before dragging you up into a seated position, “it wouldn’t hurt for us to get a head start, but i’ll let you get situated before we get back on the road.”

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nsfw alphabet [ nathan drake ]

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader + smut [ oral sex, cum, kinks, masturbation ]

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a = aftercare [ what they’re like after sex ]

nate is kinda cocky -- not in the sense that he’s leaving you high and dry, but that he’s actually quite proud of himself for reducing you to the mess you are beside him. he’ll definitely tease, maybe chuckle a little at your expense but will eventually get up from whatever the two of you were and find something to clean you up with

or, if a shower is available, that’s the first place he’s hauling you to. not only to get rid of all the sweat and fluids, but there’s the possibility he might get lucky with another round in the shower. all up to you though

b = body part [ their favorite body part of theirs, and also their partner’s ]

himself -- if he just had to pick something, probably his arms. he’s strong, got some rough ass hands from the amount of scaling he does and just overall has a good look to them. sure, most of the time, he covers them up due to the elements of the places he visits, but he does enjoy getting to show off every once in awhile.

you -- say it with me, nathan drake is an ass man. point. blank. period. he loves to grab your ass any chance he can get. whether it be walk by and just grabbing a handful, or pushing a hand into your back pocket. he’s going to do it, you just have to come to accept it

c = cum [ anything to do with cum basically…i’m a disgusting person ]

above all else, nate prefers to come inside of you -- although, if there is a consideration where you may be concerned about a possible pregnancy, then he’ll glad talk about different options with you. even outside of that, if you want him to come anywhere else, just tell him. he gets a kick out of seeing you covered in his come too

d = dirty secret [ pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs ]

if you happen to be with him while he’s searching for something, and get into some trouble or you have to run away from someone chasing you, when the two of you stop, he’s almost as hard as a rock. he’s incredibly turned on by adventure and running around just on adrenaline. he’ll heavy deny that he’s turned on though.

e = experience [ how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing? ]

nate has quite a bit of experience. i want to say that he probably lost his virginity at a young age -- maybe seventeen or eighteen. more so just to get it over with. but with him being so young, and most horny, he’s learned quite a few things about the ins and outs of sex. he’s going to apply some of the things he learned to see what your take is on it. but yeah, he knows what he’s doing.

f = favorite position [ this goes without saying ]

missionary -- nate loves seeing your face, and loves the intimacy of this position because he can look into your eyes and show you all the affection he can possibly give

doggy style -- there are fews time in which nate wants to take in you in this position, usually paired with a fast and rough pace that leaves both of you aching and satified

cowgirl -- just like with the above, while nate enjoys getting to see your face in this position, he has a fascination with see you on top of him. in fact, he love sit so much that any way that he can get you to straddle him, he’ll happily do it

g = goofy [ are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc ]

nathan’s cocky, and likes to remind you of that quite often. he’s got some humor to him, and may crack a joke or two if he’s finding that you may be a little uncomfortable leading up. but he does so with intention of getting you to relax

h = hair [ how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc ]

nate is pretty well groomed, and tries to keep it that way when he can. obviously when he’s out running around and chasing after artifacts, there isn’t a lot of time for him to do so, but when he’s home, he definitely tries to keep up his appearances

i = intimacy [ how are they during the moment, romantic aspect… ]

nate can be very loving and romantic doing the moment, especially if he’s feeling particularly sweet and caring. overall, nate is just a very lovable person and has no problem showing it to you in many ways

j = jack off [ masturbation headcanon ]

doesn’t feel any particular way about it -- yes, he does jack off occasional, but it isn’t for any reason due to the fact you aren’t available or present. but he also isn’t against it entirely. he just does it if he feels the need to

k = kink [ one or more of their kinks ]

role-play -- nate likes to roleplay, really anything that could come to mind, but he his favorites are rival treasure hunters and as cheesy as it’s gonna sound, pirates

l = location [ favorite places to do the do ]

nate doesn’t really fret about the location, but he does know there is a level of dignity that you hold and he definitely doesn’t want someone walking in on the two of you. any location that has a lockable door is okay with him. of course, if you have a different preference then that’s totally okay, but he’s not overly picking about where the two of you have sex

m = motivation [ what turns them on, gets them going ]

adventure // thrills -- nathan loves a good adventure, but sometimes it just gets him going. and the thrill of running around and barely surviving by the skin of ones teeth is something that makes his blood pump

saving his life -- yeah, you’ve probably saved his life more than once. and he just has to show you how much he appreciates you taking out some dude who was seconds away from shooting him dead

n = no [ something they wouldn’t do, turn offs ]

nothing that will hurt you – physically or mentally, and nothing that will cause humiliation. his worst fear is taking things too far and you getting hurt

o = oral [ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc ]

giving -- nate loves going down on you, and will do everything in his power to do so if given the chance. he’ll always turn do you going down on him, and would much rather show you the upmost pleasure

receiving -- as stated in the above, he will almost always turn down receiving oral. but if you manage to convince him and it’s something you truly want to do, he definitely won’t turn you down after

p = pace [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc. ]

nate bases the pace on the moment of the action. he can be fast and rough if the situation calls for it -- where the two of you need to get some of your frustrations out, or it can be slow and sensual where he takes his time bringing you over the edge

q = quickie [ their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc. ]

nate is always down for quickies -- and even sometimes calls you to see if you want to join him at work for an ‘early lunch’ before pulling you into a small closet and having his way with you

r = risk [ are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc. ]

he’s always down to experiment, and actually encourages it, if that is something you are willing to do. all he asks is that before you both try anything, that you talk out everything to make sure the both of you are on the same page

s = stamina [ how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last… ]

nate prefers to go for one, drawn out round. giving you everything and hitting all the spots in one go before tapping out. he wants you to feel good, and if you really want to go another round, just give him a few minutes to gather himself and he’ll be ready to go

t = toy [ do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? ]

while nate doesn’t own any toys himself -- aside from the occasional set of handcuffs, he is a big fa of using toys if that is something you want to do. he’ll happily use just about anything you bring, just show him how to use it on you. and he definitely if always up for toys being use on himself, just talk to him first

u = unfair [ how much do they like to tease ]

he may not look it, but nate can and will be a major tease if he wants to be. while he’s into teasing you during the act, he will endlessly tease you as a build up and tries to see how long you’ll last before you tell him you want to go home. to which he will happily do

v = volume [ how loud they are, what sound they make ]

nate is loud, and will eventually get to a point where you can’t seem to shut him up because you’re making him feel so good. if you find that he’s getting too loud, simply gag him -- either with your underwear or sexual tool and he’ll crumble

w = wild card [ get a random headcanon for the character of your choice ]

nathan likes and enjoys to occasionally be tied up. he’ll let you do whenever you feel like and if he’s in the right headspace. but he likes the idea of being at your mercy in a controlled environment -- more than anything he likes having you on top of him and if letting you tie him up gets you to do just that, he’s all for it

x = x-ray [ let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words ]

five inches in length. grows in thickness the closer you get to the base. flared head, slightly bulbous. has one thick vein that runs along the underside. and is around six inches once full erect

y = yearning [ how high is their sex drive? ]

nate as a fairly medium sex drive. considering that he’s always down to have sex whenever you happen to approach him -- i mean, it is you were are talking about. he’s definitely never going to turn you down. but, there are times when he knows it’s not appropriate and can and will hold himself back

z = zzz [ how quickly they fall asleep afterward ]

nathan’s on the verge of passing out -- mostly because he’s so blissed out, it’s unreal. he does his best to stay up as he doesn’t want to be a total sleaze and fall asleep before making sure you’re okay

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hands on me [ vi ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 16 [ bath // shower sex ]

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vi wasn’t accustomed to the luxuries your family had secured in piltover. much of it a stark contrast to what she saw on a day-to-day basis in the underworld, and definitely a lot nicer than anything she had come across during her childhood.

however, the one thing that had always managed to amaze her -- while at the same time, elicit a response she hadn’t felt since she was a child, was getting to use your bathroom whenever she would come to visit.

‘anything that’s mine, is yours.’ had been the first words you had uttered to her when you showed her your home for the first time, bitting back a big grin at the sight of her wide eyes as she took everything in. and the first thing of yours that she used, was your shower -- after you had showed her how to use the different knobs and soaps she could pick from.

vi had melted the instant the hot water had hit her back, and had to sniffle a moan that threatened to leave her lips at the sensation -- having grown up in place where clean water was a scarce resource, and having only been able to bathe once a week sometimes, this was something heavenly.

vi seemed to always enjoy the time that she had in your shower. especially when it came to you joining her, or vice versa. never wasting time to join you the moment she caught sight of the steam flowing out from under the door, and the sound of water hitting the smooth tile.

this had been one of this times -- as she quickly removed her clothing, dropping it into a heap before sliding into the large space behind you. narrowly missing the hidden smirk that played at the corner of your lips as you caught sight of her reflection in the tile behind you.

her hands wound around your waist, pulling you back to rest against her chest as she leaned down to press a kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder. you hummed softly, head tilting to give her the access she was craving while melting into her arms.

“you seem happy...” you muse, causing the woman behind you to chuckle as she shrugged her shoulders, “what can i say... you gave me a taste of the sweet life. not going to throw away an opportunity to get you all wet for me.” vi smirks at the slightest shive that runs down your spine, and quickly spins you around to face her.

immediately, her lips press against your own, and she shift the two of your around until her back is to the warm spray of water. a soft moan leaves your lips as the tips of her fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, wanting to lay her claim to you.

your arms come up, hooking around her neck to keep her in place as her tongue slips between your parted lips. taking the moment of distraction to drop her hands from your hips and slide one between your bodies. smirking slightly when your bath hitches as her hands cups your heat.

her other hands moves to steady you, gripping you tight at the hip before she draws back from your lips to get a full view of your facial expressions, “gods, i’ve barely even touched you... and you’re already this wet?”

“well... we are in the shower...” you tease, although any pride from your comment quickly dies when her fingers tease your slit. playfully passing your clit with each up and down before you growl in frustration. her only response is a bright, and knowing smile before capturing your lips once more.

vi knew your body like the back of her own hand, and had managed to get you twisted and wet in a matter of seconds, something she would definitely use to brag about in arguments later on in order to get a one up on you.

but that wasn’t her main focus at the moment -- as it was moving from your lips to suck a mark into the skin of your neck as two of her fingers pressed up and into your dripping cunt. you gasped, back arching in her hold as she hummed against your neck with a hidden grin.

her name fell from your lips with fingers pumping into your cunt at a steady pace until she felt you quivering. your nails bit into her shoulders for grounding, thighs parting a little more, and cries of pleasure slowly growing as she padded against your walls looking for your sweet spot.

vi was enjoying every little reaction you gave her. more so as her teeth grazed against at the already blooming marks against your neck and shoulder and you mewled in response -- toes curling.

“please, don’t stop!” you moan, free hand scrambling to find purchase in the pink strands of your girlfriends hair as her thumb finds your clit and rolls dove the bundle of nerves in time with her fingers thrusting into you.

“don’t plan to...” vi teases, before groaning against your cheek as your walls squeeze around her fingers, “gods, you’re so fucking tight, baby. can feel you squeezing around my fingers so hard -- you gonna cum for me?”

you nodded, biting back a whine as her fingers continued to press against your sweet spot, intent on having you do exactly that, “i’m close...” you state, hissing as you walls clench down around her fingers again and the coil deep in your stomach tightens.

“then, come princess. come all over my fingers.” she tells you, and on her command, you come hard around her fingers, clenching violently as the hot wave of your orgasm washes over you. your vision whites out for a moment, and your spine goes rigid until vi softly coos against your neck with a smile, “so good, princess... so good.”

you hum at the praise, nuzzling into her embrace as her hands begin to smooth along your back in comfort, “want me to clean you up now?” she questions softly after a moment, earning a chuckle from you as you nod, “yeah, that’ll be nice...”

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tranquility [ ellie williams ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; after months of getting into a routine, you decide to surprise ellie with a little something special as a thank you for everything she’s down

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, smut [ shy!reader, lingerie kink, clothed sex, oral sex -- female receiving, tongue-fucking, vaginal fingering, clit stimulation + cum eating ] + mature language

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ellie splashed her face lightly with water from the flowing stream, steeling her nerves as she took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. it had been refreshing to get out of the house. as it helped to ease the itch at the back of her brain after leaving seattle -- a part of her still wishing she had stayed to finish the job.

yet, she had been beaten down, laying in a growing pool of her own blood with you right beside her -- unconscious and bleeding from the arrow sticking through your shoulder. ellie quickly shook her head, clearing the haunting memories before standing from her spot, and grabbing the rabbits before trailing on back to the farm house.

the farm house had been a shared idea, more so after you had mentioned about owning one on your first day in seattle. the large quantity of money lay wasting away on the old banks floor was enough to get you thinking about what you could have bought with all that money -- and you had chosen something simple, as opposed to ellie’s suggestion of a space rocket.

upon entering the house, she called out your name, and you came rushing from the kitchen with a large grin on your face. pressing a light kiss to her cheek as you thanked her for the meat before disappearing into the kitchen once more to finish up dinner.

this gave her time to secure her rifle and kick off her boots, before finding a step up against the doorway as she watched you clean and debone the rabbit, before dropping the pieces into the boiling soup base. you turned back, smiling as you found her lingering in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest, “something catch your eye?” you tease lightly, enjoying the blush that shoots up her neck before she’s sauntering further into the kitchen, hands coming to rest at your hips as she pulls you back against her.

“yeah, something that looks a lot better than dinner right now.” she teases back as her head drops to your shoulder, teeth scraping against the skin as you moan softly, heat rushing towards your cheeks as you shoo her away, “maybe after dinner?”

“ooo, i could always go for some dessert.” she teases some more, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your neck, before you jerk out her her hold, “enough of you! dinner should be ready in a few minutes, so why don’t you go clean up a little bit. you’ve got... mud on your shirt, babe.” you gesture down to the splatter of brown against her maroon flannel, and she backs away with a slight smile, “so sweet of you to tell me that i smell.”

“always. now go change!” you shoo her off once more, eyeing her softly as she exits the kitchen and you hear the tell-tale sign of her making her way up the stairs towards your shared bedroom. you shake your head softly at her antics, already beginning to feel flustered over just her words -- which makes you wonder how the rest of the night is going to go once you unveil your little surprise.

moments later, she comes back into the kitchen with a clean shirt and hands, moving around you to grab the needed dishes to plate the meal for the evening before moving into the dining room to set the table. keeping the plates relatively close as she enjoyed having you near her during dinner.

she gently asks what you would prefer to drink -- giving the option of water or the tea the two of you had brewed earlier that morning, as she drops a set of bowls to your side. but not before pressing a kiss to your cheek. you tell her what you’d like to drink, before serving the soup into the bowls she had set aside for you.

she joins you at the table, breaking open a few leftover pieces of bread before digging in. the two of you idly chatted, and at the sight of her finishing her meal, you told her to wait as you headed up the stairs. excited to put on your little surprise. truly bringing down some dessert for her.

the lace nightgown had been something you had held onto for a long time. exploring some of the stores in seattle had proved to be a treasure trove of stuff that you assumed no one really needed post-apocalypse. so, there was no guilty conscience as you grabbed a few lace pieces from a weathered down lingerie store and quickly stuffed them into your backpack before ellie called out to you.

you quickly discarded your clothing, sliding on the silk and lace nightgown before prettying yourself up a bit -- or as best as you could, before making your way downstairs. nerves catching up to you just before you rounded the corner to where ellie was still seated. now, a little apprehensive on your plan before her voice called out to you, “babe, you alight?”

you take a deep breath, silently rounding the corner to show her what you were wearing. her breath catches in her throat, eyes widening as she takes in the everything about you. then, she’s motioning for you to come closer, and you do so shyly. eyes dropping to the hardwood beneath your feet as you come to stand between her spread legs, “what’s this?” ellie questions as her hands drop to the lace hem to rub the fabric between her fingers. eyes flickering up towards your own as heat sets in on your cheeks.

“i... i wanted to surprise you. wanted to do something nice for you. and i saw this while we were in seattle, and thought you’d love it, but i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable - “ you ramble on, embarrassment still running deep through your body until ellie gently hushes you, taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger as she brings your gaze back to hers, “i absolutely love it baby. looks so fucking pretty on you.”

this time, both her hands come to slide along your figure, smoothing along the silk and lace as she looks you over with lust-filled eyes, “do you want me to take you here, or upstairs?” she questions you softly, yet there’s a twinge of authority in her tone as she gives you a choice on where exactly she's going to fuck you, “upstairs.” you utter out quickly, nearly jumping as she upruptly stands from her seat and grasps your hand to tug you along behind her and up the stairs.

her lips connect with yours the second the two of you reach the bedroom, her hands sliding along your waist and hips as she gently guides you back towards the bed, waiting until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress before she’s pushing you back. climbing right over you to kiss you passionately once more.

your fingers tangle through her hair, pulling slightly when her tongue swipes along your bottom lip, begging for access until you grant it to her, which she happily does in slipping her tongue into your mouth to taste you.

her own hand slides up your side, taking the little nightgown with it as she feels around for the band of your panties, until she finds nothing. looking down, her eyes snap back to yours with a slight fiery building behind them, “no panties, babe?” she questions huskily, licking her lips as you nod softly to answer her question, “didn’t want to waste time.” you mutter, which causes the woman on top of you to let out a deep chuckle before kissing you again, “god, i fucking love you.”

you moan against her lips, hips jerk up underneath her person as a sign to move on. to which ellie quickly takes note, spurred on by the reaction to her confession as she slipped back down the length of the bed until she’s settled on her knees and between your thighs.

you sit up, resting on your forearms as you look down at the girl positioned right at your cunt. arms hooking under each leg, with her hands splaying across your lower abdomen. then, she’s leaning forward, pressing a kiss right above your clit and chuckling when your hips buck to chase after her touch before her hands press you back down into the mattress.

her tongue slides through your folds, nose bumping against your clit with purpose as her tongue finds your soaked hole, and shoving her tongue deep inside of you. your head drops back in pleasure, eyes squeezed tight as your hands fly to her hair. looking for something to ground yourself with as she tongue fucks you.

her tongue thrusts in and out, nose pressed right against your clit with each thrust. moans from your hands twisting at her locks shoot right up your spine, toes curling and thighs tightening around the girls head at the sensation. however, ellie couldn’t care less as you force her further into your core, writing and moaning above her, “god, you’re so fucking hot, baby... taste fucking good too.” she utters against your core.

you peer down, locking eyes with the woman of your dreams before making of show of what she had been doing between your thighs. ellie chuckle softly as your head dropped back against the mattress once more in deep sataded pleasure as she continues her assault. then, she drops back, hand coming up to massage her jaw before her fingers replace her tongue, delving far deeper into your cunt than her tongue had been able to.

you moan out, tears leaking down the sides of your face as her fingers hook, curling up against your sweet spot and unmercifully prodding it with each harsh thrust of her fingers. the coil in your stomach tightens impossibly, and the bit that sends you crash over the edge of your teetering orgasm, is the feeling her her teeth biting into the inside of your thigh.

you come with a shout, tears spilling down your cheeks as ellie works you through your orgasm, tongue sliding along side her fingers as she licks up everything you have to give her, before her fingers slip from your cunt and she pushes them between her lips, savoring the flavor.

through half-lidded eyes, you catch ellie standing from her position on wobbly legs, before her fingers pull her t-shirt over her head, and discarding it somewhere behind her, “hope you weren’t expect things to end there...” she utters almost out of breath, lips still glistening with your juices as she crawls over your body once more, “cause i’m not done with you yet...”

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breakfast preparation [ jim hopper ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; who knew that getting breakfast together would lead to another chapter following the night before?

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, smut [ vaginal fingering, dirty talk, cum eating, unprotected p in v, slight marking mention + misuse of kitchen ] + mature language

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slipping out from under the bedsheets, you felt around the floor for a shirt to wear after feeling the cool breeze of the morning making it’s way through the old cabin. the shirt you managed to grab was one of jim’s, coincidentally one of his button-downs, and you quickly buttoned up the front before stepping out into the main part of the cabin.

there was no worry about running into el, as she had spent the night at the wheeler’s after being asked if she wanted to take part in the newest campaign the boys had set up and she had practically begged both you and hop to spend the night. and after a lengthy phone-call over to the wheeler’s residence, with mrs. wheeler promising that nothing would happen under her watchful gaze, hop had agreed to let her go -- enjoying the bright smile and happy cheering the young girl made before running into her room to pack an overnight bag.

hop had grumbled for a bit after you had dropped el off at the wheeler’s. making a few comments about how he doesn’t trust her boyfriend, listing off a slew of reasons before you had quickly shut him up with a searing kiss, “is there anything you want to do tonight that doesn’t involve shit-talking our daughters boyfriend?” you question, teeth tugging at your bottom lip as hop’s eyes widen, and he’s quick to usher you off the couch before dragging you toward your shared bedroom at the back of the cabin.

your thighs clenching together as memories from the previous night flooded your mind, momentarily making you lose your focus on the task at hand -- breakfast. snapping out of your thoughts, you pulled out a few eggs and some pancake mix from the cabinet. hoping to get a few things cook so hop wasn’t waiting for anything whenever he decided to wake.

his arrival came almost twenty minutes later, with him wrapping his arms around your waist, nearly scaring you in the process as he hums against your neck, “didn’t mean to scare you, baby.” hop mutters, eyes peaking over to see what was making the smells that had awoke him from his slumber -- that and realizing that you weren't anywhere near him in bed.

“just didn’t find you in bed, got worried about you.” you smile, leaning back softly into his embrace as you reach down to turn the burner off, “you know you never need to worry about me. i’m not leaving you.” you whisper softly, turning your head just enough for his lips to meet yours in a quick, yet searing kiss before pulling away to plate the eggs from the pan.

his arms stay locked around your waist, keeping you rooted to your spot in front of the stove. you open your mouth to protest -- something along the lines of that the breakfast you made was going to get cold, but hop cuts you off, “are you wearing my shirt?”

you pause for a moment, before nodding, “yeah, it was the only thing i could find before getting up. hope you don’t mind.” you comment, glancing down to find his fingers playing with the clasped buttons along the front of the shirt, before hands splay along your sides and down to brush against the skin of your thighs resting just under the hem of the shirt, “you’re... not wearing anything underneath?” he mutters huskily, shifting closer to you until there isn’t any room left to be had.

you shake your head, swallow harshly as his cock pressed against your backside, already starting to grow hard, “n-no...” you stutter out, breathing deeply through your nose as your hands come to grip the edge of the counter, using it as a way to stabilize yourself as hop slowly begins to rut against the swell of your ass, groaning softly against the shell of your ear.

“naughty girl... you knew what you were doing when you put this on...” he grumbles slightly, before his hand disappears below the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing through your folds before his forehead drops to your shoulder, “god, you’re so fucking wet...”

you hum weakly, squirming in his hold as his fingers brush over your clit in barely there circles, noting how you buck against his fingers in a desperate want of more friction, “didn’t think you’d be so needy... ‘specially after last night...” hop utters through a thick haze, before slipping his fingers into your pulsing cunt with gratified groan.

his fingers pump into you, thumb keeping pressure on your clit as you tighten your grip on the counter edge, not caring of the pain radiating from the white-knuckled grip as you curse, “hop - fuck...” him only hums in response, fingers curling up against your sweet spot and forcing your eyes to roll back in your skull with each caress.

to add to the already toe-curling experience, hop turns his head into your neck, teeth scraping at the skin before soothing the area with his hot tongue. his fingers move faster, having already felt you tighten around him considerably at your impending orgasm. you gasp out, hips moving with a mind of their own as you ride his fingers with his thumb rubbing at your clit harshly.

your first orgasm of the morning washing over you in a matter of second, leaving you shuddering against hop’s form as your knees almost buckle from underneath you -- and had it not been for his secure grip at your waist, you were sure to have fallen to the floor. you hiss softly as his fingers leave your pulsing cunt, before slipping them between his lips with a satisfied moan, “taste so fucking good baby.” hop comments before he’s turning you around in his hold, and press his lips against yours. letting you taste yourself on his tongue before he’s pulling away from you, “hop on up, baby...” he orders, patting the counter behind you.

you hastily push the plates of cold food out of the way, scrambling up on top of the counter before he’s stepping between your thighs. hands resting on each one as he rubs gentle circles along your skin, eyes trailing down to where your legs part, and your wet folds show proudly on display. he hums, as a hand works his boxers off his hips and onto the floor, before he’s stepping out of them.

his cock hangs between his thighs, red and already dripping precum as he gives himself a few strokes -- nearly biting back the moans of pleasure that threaten to escape his lips before he’s lining up with your entrance, slathering his cock head with the juices from your previous orgasm.

his cock sank to a hilt, filling you to the brim as he bottomed out, groaning softly against your shoulder as his fingers dug into the tops of your thighs. the second he’s deep inside you, your legs wrap snuggly around his hips, almost pulling him further into you. his first thrust is long, almost agonizing as he pulls out of your warm cunt slowly, before sliding back into you with enough force to curl your toes.

he’s thrusts are measured and precise, hips pressing into yours with a slap of skin meeting as his cock fills you completely, with the swollen head bushing against your sweet-spot with each movement. your arms wrap around his neck, fingers burying themselves into his short brown locks to ground yourself with the almost brutal pace he sets -- wanting you nothing more than fucked out before going to get the kid later today, “you feel so goddamn perfect around me...” he trails off, breathing growing unsteady as you begin to buck your hips against his own, pushing him further into you with each thrust.

hop curses slightly, your walls clamping down around him as a second orgasm washes over you without warning, triggering his release as he pumps himself into you, letting your tight cunt milk him for all he’s worth. hop sags against the counter, forehead resting against your shoulder as you both work to catch your breath, before he’s backing up with a deep sigh, apologizing lightly as he pull his soft cock from your pussy.

“the breakfast is cold.” you mutter after a short silence, earning a laugh from hop as he shakes his head, “forget about them. let’s get cleaned up, and we’ll go pick up el, then have breakfast at her favorite diner.” you nod at the offer, climbing down off the counter with wabbly legs before trailing after hop towards the shower, and making a quick note to clean the kitchen thoroughly before the next use.

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sweet boy [ robert floyd ]

⋯ KINKTOBER PROMPT ; day 21 [ praise kink ]

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, smut [ sub!bob, handjobs, praise kink, oral sex -- female receiving, coming untouched, multiple orgasms, cum, #bobfucks ] + mature language

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a part of him wondered how he had exactly gotten himself into this position. the logical side of his brain that was currently working overtime to subvert the lust-filled haze that had over taken his person at the simple twist of your wrist.

bob groans, eyes twisting shut as his hips jerked up into your fist. he was already so close, given the amount of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip. yet, you used it to your advantage continue to slide your fist on his red cock, working him closer and closer to his orgasm.

it’s almost as if he’s gone on autopilot, completely lost to the pleasure you were giving him in that moment, and all he needed was just a little push -- which came in the form of something he wasn’t entirely expecting.

“oh, my sweet boy... you look so pretty like this.” you coo, and the words seem to light something inside of bob. as no more than a second later, hot ropes of cum are spurting from his cock, covering his lower belly and your hand.

you make a noise of surprise that quickly fades as you stroke him through the rest of his orgasm until he’s weakly pushing your hand away and huffing to catch his breath, “you did so good, baby.” you smile, watching with rapt attention as a dark blush overtakes his features and bob averts his eyes for a moment until he sucks in a deep breath, “t-that’s... never happened before...”

“it’s nothing to be ashamed about, baby. it just means i was taking good care of you.” you shoot him another smile, patting his calf before shuffling into a better sitting position. however, bob’s eyes widen and he’s quick to sit up from his spot against the pillows to grab at your wrist, “wait! don’t let yet!”

“i wasn’t... just getting comfortable. was there something you wanted?” you question, head cocking to the side as you wait for him to answer. he flushes slightly, trying to put what he wants into words -- something that doesn’t sound embarrassing the second it leaves his lips.

“i want to make you feel good.” bob mutters, before shifting until you’re the one laying back against the mattress and bob is hovering over you. you smile up at him, letting him work your pants and panties off before discarding them to the floor.

your thighs part in invitation -- already picking up on what he’s wanting to do, giving him plenty of room to do as he pleases. bob seems to short circuit at the action, eyes widening as he takes in your glistening folds. mouth suddenly going dry before his eyes tick up to meet yours.

and at your soft, reassuring smile, he leans in. lips latching around your clit and gently sucking on the bundle of nerves, “fuck” you gasp quietly, head dropping back as bob seemingly gains a little bit of confidence and begins to flick his tongue against the bud, alternating between gentle sucks and flicks that slowly begins to shoot pleasure up your spine.

he ducks back to suck in a much needed breath, willing down the blush rising to his cheeks as he returns his mouth to your pussy. tongue pushing between your folds to seek out your clit again. and when he finds it, he quickly gets back to work circling it, keeping it as his main focus for the time being as you let out a shuttering breath, “fuck, baby... you’re doing so good.”

“yeah?” he mutters against your cunt, eyes shining with pride as you nod, “yeah, so good, sweet boy.”

bob’s eyes glaze over, lust filling them as he moans softly, obviously enjoying the sweet name you’ve given him. and sets his focus on making you come on his tongue.

his tongue then slips further, circling the tip around your entrance. his nose bumps against your clit harshly, as his tongue dips into your cunt, tasting you for everything you have to offer. you pussy clenches down and around his tongue. bob takes his time to savor you, nearly driving you crazy as his tongue prods at your entrance, arms dragging you closer to push his tongue into you. his nose nudges against your clit with each flick of his tongue along your walls. hips jerking up to meet his strokes, grinding your pussy against his lips as he groans, sending vibrations straight to your core.

“fuck, bob, baby.” you mewl, back arching with a gasp as he begins to eat you out in earnest, alternating between quick flicks of his tongue over your swollen bud of nerves and large, broad strokes over your folds. he tightens his grip on you in the slightest, so he can fasten his lips to your cunt and suck.

you come against his tongue seconds later, back arching almost violently as your hands find security in his brown locks, fisting them tightly between your fingers until your orgasm subsides and you go limp against the pillows.

bob gently calls your name, hopeful eyes watching and waiting as you look up at him after a moment of catching your breath. his lips and chin are wet with your orgasm, his hair standing up in all different ways and his glasses slightly askew. all outshone by the big, bright smile that comes across his lips as you look up at him.

“how was it?” he questions, smile still present on his lips as he waits for your answer -- though a part of you feels he already knows it. you match his smile though, after catching a glance at the front of his pants now stained with cum, “i think you know just how good you made me feel, sweet boy.”

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