#also i'm going to have to be The Grown-up for the whole trip because i'm going by myself and booked hotel car rental etc

[keendaanmaa]

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#can't quite believe i am going to see switchfoot in less than a month #like. ive been planning this trip since may but somehow it doesn't quiiiiite feel real? #also i'm going to have to be The Grown-up for the whole trip because i'm going by myself and booked hotel car rental etc #i've flown alone before (technically) but my friend and her mom picked me up from the airport and i stayed with them #so like. a Lot of new experiences to anticipate on this trip #(also i really need to get going on the handkerchief skirt because i want to take it along and uh. it very much isn't wearable yet) #about

[grey342]

Hii! I’m so glad to see someone currently writing bradley cooper fics because honestly PHIL CAN GET IT. i wanted to request maybe a jealous!phil where reader goes on a friends bachelors trip and knowing Phil’s past he gets all angsty, as smutty as you’d like :) honestly anything you’d write id love!!

Don't leave me

Jealous! Phil x reader

synopsis - Phil's girlfriend goes on a trip for a bachelorette party and he's not happy about it.

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, Phil being dramatic, Phil being jealous (Obv), lingerie, slight handjob, P in V, riding and praise.

authors note - Thank you so much for this request and the sweet compliment! I gotta be honest i'm not a huge fan of angst so I made Phil a lil more dramatic and kinda sassy. I still hope you like it :)

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

This man is gonna be the death of me.

The main thought running through your head whilst packing. His remarks and whines can be heard from the next room.

Your close friend was having her bachelorette party this weekend but, she also wanted to spend a couple of days with the bridal party before her wedding. So you all decided to spend a long weekend in Vegas. And Phil is not happy about it.

"I mean, I don't get why you have to go," you roll your eyes at him, "it's not like she's your best friend."

"Oh yeah? And who is?" You retaliate, smirking.

"Me." He scoffs, as if this is obvious information, walking into the room. You take one look at him and start laughing.

You're not stupid, you kind of guessed why he was so mad about you going but now. He's made it really clear for you.

"What's so fucking funny?" He says confused, placing his hands on his hips. A gesture you would usually find attractive but right now, it's making you laugh even harder.

"I just, uh, I can't believe it," you say in between wheezes, " I mean. I had an idea but now it's so obvious." You quietly chuckle.

"What? What is? You're not making any sense." He declares, clearly getting frustrated. After calming yourself down you finally say-

"You're jealous." Apparently, it's now his turn to burst out laughing.

"What? Where the fuck did you get that idea?" He managed in between laughs.

"You're jealous. You're so insistent on me not going, you're trying to tell me all the bad things about the girls. I mean you literally just said "she's not your best friend, I am." You're SO jealous." You clarify.

He's silent just staring at you. You can see the clogs turning in his head to try and come up with a good response. You swear you can see the light bulb appear on top of his head.

"You're just saying that to make yourself feel better about leaving me. For a whole weekend might I add." He says almost sassily and walks out of the room. Clearly proud of himself.

"Sweetie," you sigh, "it's only three days. I'll be back before you know it. We can text throughout the day and call every night." You try to deal.

"Or I have a better idea... don't go and we can talk all day and all night. Face to face."

You groan in frustration. You cannot believe this is the type of conversation you were having with your grown ass boyfriend. Pick the sassy men they said. You internally roll your eyes.

You walk into the living room to see him practically pouting on the couch. Scoffing, you go to walk away when an idea pops into your head.

"Hey Phil, if you stop complaining right now you can have your present early." He looks at you confused.

"What the fuck do you mean "present"?"

"Well since you are so predictable," you emphasise the last word, " I knew you would act like this when I said i'm going on a trip. So, I bought you something as a "sorry for leaving you, you big baby" gift."

"You did?" You can see the glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Yes my little princess but, clearly you are a lot more upset than I anticipated so i'm willing to give it to you early. If you want it that is." You wager. There's a long pause where he's weighing out his options.

"Okay," he clasps his hand together, " I have decided that I would like my present early. BUT I still want one for when you come back." He leans back on the couch, glowing with pride.

"Fine. I'll be right back." He rubs his hand together in anticipation as you leave the room.

Moments later you're shouting down the hall, "close your damn eyes." He grunts in disapproval.

"Okay and open." He does and your met with a groan that also sound like a moan.

"Oh baby." You're stood in front of him in a lingerie set, barely covering anything. Plus it's in his favourite colour.

"Am I forgiven?" You say, moving down to straddle his lap.

"Yes. A million times yes." He exclaims instantaneously as you giggle.

His mouth meets yours passionately, with your teeth and tongues clashing. His hands make their way down to your ass and yours to his chest. Pushing him lightly so his back meets the couch.

His slowly starts to kiss your jaw, then down your neck and finally the top of your chest. He looks up at you, almost pleading, and you give him a look of approval. His hands move around your back to unclasp your bra.

He slides it off at an agonisingly slow pace. When the bra is fully off he stares at your chest in awe. He moves his head down taking one nipple in the mouth and groping the other. You let out a content sigh.

He switches over, repeating the same process as you began to rock slowly, back and forth, on his lap. His moans vibrate on your chest as your breaths turn into pants.

You reach down in between you and start pulling at the waistband of his grey sweatpants, indicating you want them off. He knows what you want and immediately begins to pull them down. You look down and eagerly take him in your hand. You swipe your thumb over the tip and began pumping up and down.

"Fuck.." He groans. You push your panties over to the side and slide onto him. Both of you moaning in unison. You'll never get used to the way he feels, filling you up perfectly.

Once you're both ready, you begin to move back and forth, riding him. His hands take sanctuary on your hips, slowly guiding you. You lean down, placing your mouth on his, capturing his groans in your mouth.

"You're doing so good. Riding my dick so well baby, my good girl." He says against your mouth. He reaches down and starts to rub slow circles on your clit. You whimper at the contact.

"Oh fuck, do that again." Obeying his orders you do it again. He uses his other hand to begin assisting you in bouncing up and down. Your movements begin to change pace, going faster.

His groans and your whimpers becoming louder. He dick twitching inside of you, indicating he's close. You ride faster and bounce harder. He in turn, quickens his movements on your clit and his fingers dig into your hips, leaving bruises for later.

"Oh shit, Phil.. I'm close."

"I know honey, I know hold on a lil longer." He pants. Your cries being the response. Your head thrown back, eyes screw shut.

"Hey, look at me. I wan't you to look at me when you cum." He demands. You immediately open your eyes and stare into his. His gaze possessive.

"Oh fuck, Phil." You whine.

"Let go baby, give it to me." That send you over the edge. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the pleasure taking over and your body began to shake.

"Oh shit, oh shit." He says as he fills you up, head resting in the crook of your neck.

Coming down from your highs, he lifts his head and smiles at you.

"What?"

"You're so beautiful." He places a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Mhm, i'm still going." You stand up and start walking towards the bedroom.

"Ah! Come on honey, i'm the love of your life! You can't leave me!" He calls out, following you.

#bradley cooper #bradley cooper x reader #phil wenneck #phil wenneck x reader #the hangover #x reader #smut

[bluejay757]

Lets talk about Simon and Betty

spoilers for episode 8

So a lot of people are throwing around some strong accusations about their relationship, some I can see where they're coming from, and a lot are really reaching.

As for the ones that I think are reaching, a lot of people are saying that Simon and Betty were a professor/student dynamic, except they weren't. Simon wasn't teaching a class he was a guest lecturer, and Betty, having read his work was interested. She was excited to meet him because she liked his research. Simon was constantly mocked in his field, if you actually read the newspaper clippings from "I remember you" you'll see that even after he found the enchiridion, he was made fun of. People were literally laughing at him and throwing things at him while he was giving his lecture. Betty likely was mocked too, it makes sense she was so excited to meet him, because this was her chance to meet one of the few people that actually shared her interest. She did not yet have a crush on him at that point in time.

I think after she got to know Simon on a personal level her fascination of him changed, as she no longer viewed him as a "celebrity" (I use that term loosely for a lack of a better word, I can't imagine his books sold that many copies, what with him being a laughing stock and him being genuinely surprised that Betty had read his work), but rather a colleague and equal. She even said that after their trip together she had grown to admire him as a person, so it's not like she had any kind of feelings for him prior to that. Now that's not to say her feelings towards him were completely normal, but there definitely wasn't a power imbalance between them.

A lot of people are saying Simon was selfish for making her stay behind, but he didn't make her. She chose to stay behind. She could have still gone on that trip, and continued to write to him and talk to him on the phone, but she chose to stay with him and go on different adventures. You're forgetting that Simon and Betty went on expeditions together all the time, it's not like she gave up her career for him, that would be a whole different story, but she made the decision to continue working in her field alongside him.

Also Simon couldn't have gone on that trip if he did want to because he wasn't offered to go, who ever it was that gave Betty that opportunity, wasn't anticipating on her bringing a friend, he also didn't have anything with him but like his wallet and keys you can't seriously expect him to go to another country with no luggage, no plane ticket, no money, no nothing. A whole part of Fionna's character arc is realizing that life's not a fairy tale, she was expecting something out of a romance novel and got a story straight from reality. Realistically the two options were for Betty to stay or to leave Simon. And I don't think her giving up her trip to Australia was a sacrifice, because there were other trips and opportunities after that, she traded that one trip for an entire lifetime of them, (or at least it would have been if war didn't break out)

And if you're gonna call Betty impulsive, call her impulsive because she went on a trip around the world with a man she had never met, not because she walked through a creek barefoot lmfao.

I'm not saying that Simon and Betty were perfect but there are other reasons to criticize them.

As for the actual problems with there relationship, none of them are their fault. Betty going literally crazy trying to bring Simon back was because of Magic Man and Patience fucking with her brain, a human being cannot handle the amount of magic she was given and it drove her to insanity. And Simon now, with risking everything to bring her back, she's literally fused with a chaos god and is going to live for eternity in that state, did you ever think maybe he wants to get her out of that for her sake? That maybe he wants closure and to say goodbye? Since he never got that chance. No it's not healthy for Simon to drive himself as far as he did to bring her back, but Jesus fucking Christ can you blame him for not wanting his fiance to suffer for literal eternity? They don't need to break up, they need therapy. I don't think their relationship pre-mushroom war was unhealthy, and I don't think it ever would have been unhealthy without Betty becoming Magic Betty.

Their relationship flaws are more so their own individual flaws that have bled into their relationship as opposed to ones caused by the relationship itself, that's an important distinction you have to see.

#petrigrof #adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #betty grof

[junnieverse]

LOVE TROPES WITH ➳ ZEROBASEONE

➙ what love trope you are with zb1

pairing: zb1 x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warning: lowercase intended, not proofread, may have gotten carried away with a few of these (I'm sorry), yujin's trope with the reader is PLATONIC!!

a/n: if you guys would also like me to make one of these a full oneshot, please don't be scared to send in an ask!

🖇️ — 성한빈 ; SUNG HANBIN !

↳ love at first sight

making your third trip of the week to your favourite cafe, you sit down nearest the window quietly admiring your barista crush as he smiled at a customer making his drink

sung hanbin had been your crush ever since you moved to this city and his family's cafe being the closest one to your school, you had frequently visited it to study or grab a drink before a lecture

he was absolutely perfect to you. he was sweet, funny and had the prettiest smile

"Here's your order (y/n), good luck with your studying," hanbin says placing down your favourite drink and dessert which had been your go to order

"Hey Hanbin, would you like to go see a movie with me sometime?" you courageously ask as your heart beat quickens in anticipation

showing you his lovely smile, he looks down with a blush before nodding, "Sure, I would love that."

🖇️ — 김지웅 ; KIM JIWOONG !

↳ roommates to lovers

moving to a new city for work was a whole hassle but luckily you were able to find a great place to rent out

since you couldn't afford to live alone just yet, you had settled on finding a space with a roommate and that's how you met kim jiwoong

you had both agreed to keep your distance and 'live separately' but after a night in, downing ice cream and crying over your stupid ex who just broke your heart, the last person you expected to comfort you was jiwoong

ever since that day, you'd both grown even closer, from mornings making breakfast while dancing to songs blasting through the speakers to late night weekends where you both cuddled up and binged your favourite kdramas and movies

over that time, you realised that you were starting to see jiwoong as more than just a roommate and friend of yours

mustering up the courage, you finally let your feelings known to him while you both were watching a movie and before you could even comprehend what you'd just done, you felt his lips on yours

🖇️ — 章昊 ; ZHANG HAO !

↳ tutor x student

your grades had been plummeting as of recently and you knew you had to get a tutor before you could potentially lose your scholarship

it had been a few weeks now of being tutored by hao after your professor recommended him and you could already see your results getting better all thanks to his help

over the time of him helping you, you had both became good friends who would often hang out even out of your tutoring sessions

despite having bloomed a wonderful friendship, you ended up falling for him too, who wouldn't though, hao was pretty much everyone on campus' dream boyfriend

"Staring isn't very nice y'know, but because you're cute I don't mind." hao says lifting his head up pushing up the glasses on the bridge of his nose

clearing your throat awkwardly you look down in embarrassment, "I-I was not staring, I just thought something was on your face," you excuse going back to reading the notes in your textbook

"So this new restaurant just opened up a couple minutes from here, wanna check it out together?" he brightly asks diverting his attention away from the book he was reading.

"Oh sure, I can invite-" you started off by saying before you had been abruptly cut off

"I was thinking maybe just the two of us... a date if you'd like?" he shyly admits scratching the back of his neck

🖇️ — 석우현 ; SEOK MATTHEW !

↳ best friend's brother

yes you absolutely loved being with your best friend and going over to her house, but oh did you also love seeing her brother there too

what had started off as a you waking up to find your head laid on matthew's shoulder after falling asleep on him the night before watching movies with him and his sister soon turned into a huge crush

everytime you'd go over to see your best friend, matthew was always so sweet to you, making conversation and offering to make you and his sister food or drinks and those little gestures made your heart skip a beat

your best friend didn't know about this crush you had on her brother and quite frankly, you didn't know how she would handle the news either. to be fair it's not easy having to imagine your best friend cuddled up with your brother and making googly heart eyes at him

but ofcourse she was your best friend for a reason, she knew when something was bothering you and you knew you had to come clean

"Wait, you have a crush on my brother?!" she accidentally yells out loud standing up in shock as a second gasp was heard from the door

there matthew was red faced in embarrassment for not only hearing the person he likes, likes them back but also because he felt bad for overhearing this private conversation

you felt like you could dig up a hole and bury yourself in it, but the universe works in mysterious ways, because in the end you got to be with the boy of your dreams

🖇️ — 김태래 ; KIM TAERAE !

↳ fake relationship

a small situation where you wanted all your friends to stop bugging you about being single had someone turned into this huge one where you were now somehow in a fake relationship with your friend taerae

you didn't want to involve him and he didn't want to be involved either but you had panicked after lying to your friends about having a boyfriend and taerae somehow managed to be around at the time and you pointed to him

being the good friend that he was, taerae did agree to help you, so long you gave him the other ticket to the concert you both wanted to go to in exchange

you would both walk hand in hand and show public displays of affection and everyone believed you both, but at some point it all felt like it was becoming too real and you were actually falling for him

during the course of this fake relationship you got to see so many sides of taerae you never got to before and it all brought butterflies to your stomach

it was the night of the concert and taerae came over to pick you up as you both headed there together, the music and performances were all so amazing and you were happy to be able to share these memories with your 'boyfriend'

during an interval, the performer announced a crowd kiss cam and deep down you were praying it wouldn't land on you and yet somehow in a crowd of thousands, you and taerae landed on the big screen

you hadn't kissed taerae ever despite this fake relationship just out of respect for him but for once you wanted to be selfish and follow your heart

you suddenly held onto his shirt pulling him closer and kissed him and never in your wildest dreams did you expect him to kiss you back as the crowd cheered

🖇️ — 沈泉锐 ; RICKY SHEN !

↳ holiday romance

vacation time was definitely your favourite time of the year, you could relax, unwind and discover new places

and during your holiday trip, you ended up meeting ricky shen and it all felt like a summer dream to you

you had been out shopping and ricky had mistakenly bumped into you making you fall across the street breaking your glasses which happened to fall too

"Oh no, my glasses!" you yell as your voice cracks looking at the broken pair of glasses

after profusely apogising multiple times, having been too focused on your glasses you finally look up at the culprit and your eyes immediately widen stunned at his beauty

you're soon pulled out of your thoughts as ricky waves his hand in your face "Hello? I was asking if I could pay you back for the damages. I feel really bad."

no matter how much you refused, ricky insisted on paying you back and you soon gave in giving him your number

"Hey, it's Ricky, I was just calling to ask when we could meet up to replace your glasses? And maybe I could take you out on a date to make up for it too."

let's just say your date was nothing less than being perfect, he was a gentleman and your beach picnic date watching the sunset was all you could think about

🖇️ — 김규빈 ; KIM GYUVIN !

↳ best friends to lovers

you and gyuvin had been friends for as long as you can remember, both your mom's even had pictures of you running around hand in hand wearing diapers sort of long

you knew everything about him and he knew everything about you... well he didn't know about your insanely huge crush you had developed on him

it all started after you asked out your old crush and gyuvin went out his way to buy you gifts and food to cheer you up and him comforting you that way pulled at your heart strings... he no longer was just a best friend in your eyes, you wanted more

"BRO GUESS WHAT?! I HAVE A DATE THIS WEEKEND!!" gyuvin excitedly yells bursting into your room as he laid on your bed next to you

you immediately sit up upon hearing the news and your heart drops, "W-WHAT?! Oh wow, that's amazing Gyuvin!" you feign excitement trying not to break down.

your friends had been encouraging you to confess to him for the longest time but you were so afraid of ruining the lifetime friendship you'd both built

on the day of his date, you rushed over to his house as he was about to leave stopping him in his tracks

"Oh hey (y/n), here to wish me luck on my date?" gyuvin playfully mentions as he smiles but it quickly drops as he notices your sad expression

"I know I should've done this earlier but I couldn't bring myself to do it. My feelings are all over the place and everytime I think about you going on this date I feel sick-" you ramble as gyuvin tells you to slow down confused at your sudden words

"I like you okay? And I have for years now but I was afraid of losing you if I admitted this but just reject me now and I'll get over it," you say with a heavy heart, not hearing him say anything you look up to him to find him smiling ear to ear

"I like you too dummy."

🖇️ — 박건욱 ; PARK GUNWOOK !

↳ academic rivals to lovers

"1st place once again, Park Gunwook." you whispered reading the list of top learners for the semester as you'd placed in a close second

it was pretty infuriating having to constantly compete with gunwook, it was like a game of ping pong where the first and second place spots would bounce back and forth between you both

for as long as you could remember, it had always been a competition, it was just unfortunate that the person you were competing with was extremely attractive and kind, he made it hard to not like him

"Huh- guess you're not 1st this time, better luck next time." gunwook says appearing next to you as he looked at the list

"Wait! Let's have a bet. If I place in 1st for our next test, you have to... carry my school bag around everyday for the next month!" you offer pridefully as gunwook raises his eyebrow

"Okay then. But if I get 1st place, you have to go out on a date with me." he says leaning in closer to you as he bent down to whisper the last part before he walked away leaving you too stunned to speak

(a/n: 'the woman was too stunned to speak'... I'm sorry I just had to, you would too-)

🖇️ — 한유진 ; HAN YUJIN !

↳ tom and jerry

yujin, despite being your lovely friend, was as you enjoyed to call him "an annoying fly around you"

you both were flies to each other if anyone had to see it, constantly teasing and making fun of each other

his love language was being the annoying friend and he lived for making fun of you

he wouldn't admit it but you know he has a soft spot for you, no matter how much he annoys you, you're his best friend (don't tell gyuvin though)

"Would you love me as a worm?" you ask yujin shortly taking a break as you studied together

"That's if you'd even make it out alive, I might accidentally step on you." he answers cheekily as he ruffled your hair

no matter how much of a 'headache' he was, you still kept him around because he was funny and that was good enough /j

#junnieverse.zip #zerobaseone #zb1 #sung hanbin #kim jiwoong #zhang hao #seok matthew #kim taerae #ricky shen #kim gyuvin #park gunwook #han yujin #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 x reader #zb1 reactions #zb1 scenarios #zb1 headcanons #zb1 fluff #zerobaseone reactions #zerobaseone headcanons #zerobaseone scenarios #zerobaseone fluff #zb1 ot9 #zerobaseone ot9 #kpop #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop headcanons #kpop reactions

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The Raoul (de Chagny) Navy: An Exploration of the Vicomte's Naval Background:

Our beloved Vicomte, Raoul de Chagny, is a young junior officer in the French Navy ("le Royale"), but this hardly gets much exploration. It's a detail that is often glossed over--I anticipate because Naval historians and Phans often do not have much Venn diagram overlap--until now. Let's just say my username is a Naval reference.

Note: the "Raoul Navy" is not my invention--our hilarious and wise "Phantom Dark Web" friends at Leroux Less Traveled (incl. @box5intern) came up with it, and I love it.

I've started digging into book Raoul and his Naval background and turns out we are missing out a whole lot about Raoul's character background if we don't dig into it. So I'm going to tell you what the book tells us and what that means. I'm going to give you the overall pieces up front, and then explain:

Raoul looks very young and feminine (except for his "little" mustache, which he effectively has grown to prove that he can)--and everyone treats him like a baby

Raoul at this point has already completed three years of Naval training including a world tour, so he is fairly experienced and even worldly for his age. He is described in the French as a "cadet", but he would likely be a sub-lieutenant at this point since he has graduated from the Naval Academy.

He's on a six month leave before going on a very dangerous mission to recover remains of a lost Arctic mission--a mission he himself is unlikely to return from.

And everyone still treats him like he's a baby (especially the old dowager widows), even though he has had quite a bit of life at this point--so he has something to prove.

What we know about Raoul and the Navy (Here is the English):

"He was admirably assisted in this work first by his sisters and afterward by an old aunt, the widow of a naval officer, who lived at Brest and gave young Raoul a taste for the sea. The lad entered the Borda training-ship, finished his course with honors and quietly made his trip round the world. Thanks to powerful influence, he had just been appointed a member of the official expedition on board the Requin, which was to be sent to the Arctic Circle in search of the survivors of the D'Artois expedition, of whom nothing had been heard for three years. Meanwhile, he was enjoying a long furlough which would not be over for six months; and already the dowagers of the Faubourg Saint-Germain were pitying the handsome and apparently delicate stripling for the hard work in store for him."

We also learn in another paragraph that the de Chagnys had admiral in the family, so the Naval connection is likely a family business for second sons. Raoul is a second son, so a career as a military officer would have been a distinguished career for him.

Borda: First ship

Brest is the main port of the French Navy and home of the Ecole Navale (or French Naval Academy. In the 20th Century it moved, but Brest is still, along with Toulon, a major naval base)

According to the French: Le jeune homme entra au Borda, en sortit dans les premiers numéros et accomplit tranquillement son tour du monde (Note that the French calls him a "young man", not a lad)

The Borda is traditionally the training ship of the French Navy, and there have been six of them. This would have been a cadet/midshipman cruise for Raoul. He would have been on the ex-Valmy, an 120-gun ship of the line, which became the Borda training ship in 1864.

The Borda is also the ship of the Ecole Navale (French Naval Academy)—this means that Raoul attended the academy.

The Naval Academy is two years in Brest, and then their third year is the World Tour—so that timing also aligns with where we are in the book. Raoul would have begun at the academy at 18, and he is at the start of the book, 21 years old.

After the Borda, which he completed with honors, he did an uneventful world tour.

This would have been his third year, still as a midshipman.

He could have been assigned to any ship for this training cruise—possibly a cruiser (the d'Estang is pictured below in 1884 in Algiers), which did long range missions. Note: Their max speed was about 15 Knots (which is a very respectable speed that some warships still transit).

This world tour cold have been as far east as what is now Vietnam, or through the Suez--but likely near French colonies.

With influence, he is assigned to the Requin expedition.

French: Grâce à de puissants appuis, il venait d'être désigné pour faire partie de l'expédition officielle du Requin, qui avait mission de rechercher dans les glaces du pôle les survivants de l'expédition du d'Artois, dont on n'avait pas de nouvelles depuis trois ans.

The Requin was a real ship in the Mediterranean fleet, but did not go on its first mission until 1885, which means that this is a deliberate or unintentional oversight of either Leroux himself or his narrator. The Requin was a steel hull—and the Artois was actually a 18th century Royal Navy ship so this piece is a complete fabrication. However, Arctic missions at this time were frequent and tended not to go well.

However, Raoul could also be excited about getting to go on a new steel-hulled ship. The Redoutable was already in commission—commissioned in 1876.  Most of the rest of the fleet at this point were ironclads.

#naval history #phantom of the opera #raoul de chagny #vicomte de chagny #amwriting #phandom #military history #warships #poto #gaston leroux #the raoul navy #french navy #le royale #raoul navy

[somewhereincairparavel]

An in depth analysis on Jiper - Why it was much more toxic than we realize.

okay. I know Calypso is known for her horrible treatment of leo, but hear me out, Jason grace was in a toxic relationship without even realizing it. I've recently reread Hoo, and I can't believe that it only just struck me how much of a red flag Piper was in the relationship. I made a whole analysis on this, and I'm going to put it here.

If you are a fan of jiper or Piper Mclean in general, then, this might be triggering for you to read, so I recommend you not to. You can agree to disagree with my analysis, just be respectful about it. I don't dislike Piper, I just dislike the way she is written, so no harm intended on her character.

so let's begin.

♦ She obsesses over him for a long time and then complains that he doesn't give her attention, like mf, he's trying to save the world here. She compares their relationship to percabeth wishing jason wasn't so serious all the time, when she was the one who claimed she liked his rule following nature and chose to date him. Before she got him, she complained that he would never like her, after she got him, she complained that he is too uptight.

Like, him being a rule follower is a part of his personality, take it, or leave it. She really doesn't like him for who he is and seemed very intent on wanting to change his morals. Like wanting his to trash the rules for her, she puts unrealistic expectations on him and gets disappointed when he doesn't meet them.

This highly contrasts Jason's treatment of her, when she vocalises her jealousy of Reyna being so "pretty, powerful and Roman" and jason says that he only wants Piper to be Piper, not anything else. Jason knew better than anyone else what is was like to pretend to be someone he's not.

♦she claimed jason as some kind of prize to drew, I physically cringed when the other Aphrodite kids cheered for her when she when she said jason was her boyfriend and he just didn't know it. Like. Jason said it himself, to Hera, "I belong to no one". If only he'd heard what she said about him behind his back lol.

♦She guilt tripped him so hard till the point he promised her that he would never go to camp Jupiter unless she came along, that's like the biggest red flag ever… Camp Jupiter was like his only home, his sister is busy, his mom is dead, and he wasn't even supposed to go there?

♦she got jealous of Reyna, annabeth and Thalia without any context, simply because they are acquainted with him in some way. Even after all the war chaos, jason reassured her patiently like twice that he only had eyes for her. She got jealous when he spoke about camp Jupiter, is he not allowed to talk about his home, the place he's grown up in for 12 years? She controlled jason like a puppet and took advantage of the fact that jason is very passive and had abandonment issues. If you read into their dynamic, Jason was in an unhealthy relationship without even realising it, because he clung on to anyone who gave him affection, it's honestly sad. He hadn't thought that anything was wrong in their dynamic because of his sheltered upbringing in camp Jupiter and lack of experience in love. His sister was lost for years, his dad is a douche, his mom is dead, so you really cannot blame him for not wanting to leave Piper.

♦ Also, in TOA, she was absolutely despicable, We see that jason is still very confused about why she broke up with him, and didn't properly understand why she dumped him bc he thought that they were still going strong, so we can get the hint that piper never exactly gave him a proper reason or anything and just ended it abruptly. Despite all this, he still respected her choice without any resentment against her, and chose to die so she could have more time with her dad. Fucking thoughtful and selfless.

♦ She doesn't voice out her concerns on their relationship to jason. Only the jealousy thing, but other than that she never seemed to tell jason about her issues she has with their dynamic, jason is more of a blunt kinda guy, so her lack of proper communication really hinders their dynamic in many ways, this is clearly seen in the fact that jason was deluded into thinking that their relationship was going great.

♦ She was also quite cold about their breakup, when Grover asked her why, she said stuff like "you thought what? That we'd be together forever like Percy and annabeth?" Like that's so cold and for what reason?? She ended stuff with him, and was acting like she got dumped.

[Take this single paragraph below with a grain of salt, since this one can only be derived out of assumptions, since it wasnt really confirmed properly, as there seemed to be a LOT going on]

♦ coach hedge and mellie thought he dumped her, so it can be implied that she might have dramatized the break up, if that is true, then she practically victimized herself in front of them. She drew so much attention to herself after the breakup, but then gets all cold when people ask her about it. Leading everyone to dislike jason for the breakup. If she did indeed tell mellie and hedge an aggravated version of their break up, then you can't tell me she did all that "unintentionally". I may sound harsh here but it seemed to me that she just wanted sympathy and attention, it's not all surprising either, considering how she chopped her hair off so that her dad can pay attention to her. So we can see a pattern here, she does go to great lengths to gain everyone's sympathy. I honestly don't know if she does it subconsciously or not. But take this paragraph with a grain of salt, since we dont actually know what she told hedge and mellie, so only strong assumptions can be made.

♦ Mellie treated jason which such hostility that even self absorbed Apollo could take the time to notice it. Jason asked apollo if piper told him that he dumped her or something, so even jason sensed that people were blaming him. he didn't even complain about it either. on the contrary, he literally said it was okay if mellie blamed him and that it was better that way.

”One more thing,” I blurted out. “About Piper. It’s just…you seem like such a good power couple. Did you really—did you break up with her to make it easier for her to leave LA?” Jason stared at me with those azure eyes. “Did she tell you that?” “No,” I admitted. “But Mellie seemed, ah, upset with you.”Jason considered. “I’m okay with Mellie blaming me. It’s probably better.”“Do you mean it’s not true?” In Jason’s eyes, I saw just a hint of desolation—like wildfire smoke momentarily obliterating a blue sky. I remembered Medea’s words: The truth was enough to break Jason Grace.“Piper ended it,” he said quietly. “That was months ago, way before the Burning Maze. Now come on. Let’s go find Caligula.” ‘ ~The Burning Maze, Chapter 23 Last Page

♦ Don't even get me started on how she found someone else weeks after her ex boyfriend whom she was with for a year died for HER. I'm sorry, but I couldn't even think of dating someone else for a long time if I were in her position. It's canon that literally even annabeth cried herself sick when she heard about his death and they weren't even close, and Percy couldn't even mention jason without breaking down, Percy and jason barely knew much about eachother. Heck, even hera, a literal goddess who only saw jason as a pawn, started sobbing at his death. So compared to those, piper literally had the reaction of a stale bread. I'd expected her to react in a similar way to nico, just genuine devastation and anger. Now she is using someone else as a rebound when she isn't even emotionally healed?

Connecting all of these points, it's such a shame how jason got taken advantage of for his passive nature. It dawned on me how jason was SO trapped in the relationship with only Piper as the centre of his world. I know Piper was just a teenager herself, but that doesn't make me feel any better about her treatment of him tbh, she's also seemed to have lots of internal misogyny, bringing down the other girls for ogling at jason as if she weren't the one who did the same like 5 minutes ago. Any thoughts? Rick really fumbled the bag with Piper imo, especially in the trials of Apollo.

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo hoo #pjo toa #pjo fandom #pjo series #jason grace #piper mclean #percy jackson #annabeth chase #Don't come at me y'all #I don't hate Piper #Im merely laying out the stuff she's done and said in the books that really struck me off as a red flag

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Hi, this is my first time requesting anything on this site holy fuck.

could you write a Sukuna x M!Reader? it's a struggle finding any lol. I don't really have anything specific in mind but it would be cool to read a fic where he's not to OOC and lowkey treats the reader like shit, but it's completely up to you hehe

I am so sorry this took so long! I re-wrote this like ten times before finally deciding to just keep it simple and spicy!

Be warned: This is Sukuna people, it toes a line, it gets suggestive, no actual smut though. Proceed at your own risk.

You groaned, reluctant to be awake at this hour, much less to the sound of someone sneaking into your room. Again.

'Dude, it's like 8:30, what're you doing in bed?'

You cracked one eye open, scowling at the pink haired vessel stood over your bed. He had no idea what the hellspawn he hosts does to you after dark.

Yuuji has total control of his body, most of the time, except, as you've learned, if he sleeps too deeply. Sukuna can occasionally slip through, and though he can't go running wild and waking up Yuuji, he can, and will make his way to your room, and keep you awake until all hours.

You won't be telling Yuuji about this because the poor guy would trip over his own guilt, so this leaves you here, sleep deprived at eight in the fucking morning.

'Sleeping, what's it look like?'

'If you don't get up Gojo-sensei's gonna come poor water on you again.'

You whined, driving your head into the pillow before reluctantly throwing the covers off yourself. 'Fine fine, stave off the blindfold demon.'

Yuuji chuckled, throwing your uniform at you, followed by an apple. 'Just hurry up, you promised Maki you'd spar with her today.'

'Oh fuck!'

Eyes wide, you dressed in a panic, hoping the adrenaline would help wake you up. Sparring with Maki is not something to be half asleep for. Never mind that you only had ten minutes to meet her.

Yuuji rolled his eyes, throwing an apple at you next, oblivious to the fact that he's the reason you've been struggling to be a functional human being.

He's also the only reason you manage to get to any one class these days, so as far as you're concerned, he evens out his evil twin pretty well.

'You were impressive this morning.'

A sigh left your lips, spitting into the basin as you hurriedly finished brushing your teeth. 'Evening to you too, your majesty.'

'Attitude, brat.' Sukuna purred, his claws brushing across your bare back, watching the shivers shoot down you spine and the gooseflesh ride in his wake. 'Why you bother covering up during the day is beyond me.'

'I'm well aware of your opinions on shirts, Sukuna.'

Slowly, you turned to face him, wary of any sudden moves the curse may interpret as an attack. He's half naked, as usual.

His upper lip curled in a sneer, sharp teeth almost reflecting the moonlight pouring in through your window. 'Ridiculous things, how you fight in them is beyond me.'

'Is that true? Or you just wanna show off?'

Over the weeks that Sukuna's been paying you these night-time visits, you've grown desensitised to the danger you're actually in. You know you'd be dead if he wanted you dead, so why not have a little fun with it?

The curse's grin could have swallowed you whole, his hand suddenly clasped around your throat, forcing you to his eye level with his other hand digging into the flesh of your back, leaving you to wonder of he drew blood.

'You like what you see, twisted little brat.' His breath fanned your face, presence looming over you. You can feel the power rolling off him in waves, power you couldn't possibly rival. You were helpless compared to this creature.

So why go out crying?

A smile curled your lips even as he restricted the air in your lungs, making your head feel floaty. 'I'm starting to think you do too. You haven't killed me yet, bastard curse.'

Sukuna laughed, and now, you're sure he's drawn blood, you can feel it sliding down the curve of your back in tiny rivulets from where his nails broke your soft skin.

'You don't have the power to back up this kind of foolishness, boy!' He snapped.

Your heart stuttered with the growl in his voice, and despite any kind of better judgement, you melted into it further.

'Then why come here every night?'

'Why haven't you told the sorcerer?' Sukuna countered, his grin turned knowing. 'The brat, the Six Eyes, any one of them could stop me from doing this, you've had ample chance, and you've told, no one.'

You averted your eyes, ears growing warm as Sukuna eased his grip, only to yank your head back by your hair, teeth and tongue assaulting your neck.

This. This is why you've told no one. Gojo would know in an instant that you'd let the King of Curses in your pants, or worse, Sukuna would tell everyone himself, and you couldn't stand that kind of embarrassment, even if the choice had been amazing sex, or die.

Sukuna laid you out on your bed, stealing the breath from your lungs as he nipped at your ear lobe.

'You'll tell no one brat, because you're mine now.'

#yuuji x reader x sukuna #sukuna x male reader #jjk fanfic #spicy fanfic #jjk x male reader

[riding-the-sunset-bird]

I don’t know if you’ve been asked this yet, but is there any particular order you recommend doing the moments for each step in?? I’m trying to figure out what moments should be played when since some of the moments trigger events in others depending on what you played first. Or! Do you guys have a preference for which you do personally?

I would say that mine is more of a preference than a recommendation, especially because I'm still doing a deep, deeeep dive into the code to really see which moments influence another (so while I'm going to give this list anyway, I also will probably redo it later after I see which moments influence one another and in which ways).

For example, if you remember the moment in Shopping where you can ask Cove "why is your dad always giving people money?" it's completely different if you've told Cove about the deal in Sandcastle first, going from Cove being puzzled by the question to understanding why the player is asking.

And speaking of Sandcastle anyway, there are some moments that I just skip altogether, specifically Sandcastle from Step 1, none from Step 2 (unless you count Derek's DLC, in which case I'd skip his version of Soiree, Siblings, and maybe Responsible), and Serendipity from Step 3. Most of it is just due to a lack of agency/choice on the player's part and/or secondhand embarrassment that I get from them.

That said, here's the order I personally go in:

Step 1

Shopping

Grown Up

Long Day

Ghost

Runaway

Fireflies

Library

Barbecue

Sleepover

My reasons are pretty basic. Shopping is a good introductory moment for the MC and Cove's relationship, just as Grown Up is a good one for Lizzie and Cove's. The other two (Long Day and Ghost) being before Runaway is because I wanted all the "negative" experiences Cove has to be before it (so the balloon popping, fighting with Lizzie, getting yelled at by the mean old people, and getting scared by the ghost).

Ghost also has to be pretty far down-ish because the opening kinda implies that you've spent a bunch of time with Cove even if it's the first one you play, so I put it as late as possible to try and make it at least slightly accurate.

And for the moments afterwards, Cove (mostly) either has a slightly better/a neutral relationship with his dad (Library with him asking about a prize, for example, even if he ignores him overall, and Barbecue with the two of them watching the fireworks together) which feels appropriate after Runaway.

The last four are mostly just ranked by how much I like them. I know Fireflies is supposed to be super important because of how much it's referenced, but I find it slightly generic compared to the others.

I also think Sleepover is a really sweet ending to yours and Cove's relationship if you manage to make him stay for the whole night, and Barbecue is just before that since you can convince Cove for eat from your spoon. Library - unlike Grown Up - gives you a choice between spending time with Cove or Lizzie so that's just an extra bonus that I feel the player should have after spending enough time with Cove.

If you play Sandcastle, then, hrm... probably before Ghost? Since Cove mentions his dad "doing whatever he wants" in Ghost so if you tell Cove about the deal in Sandcastle then it adds a bit more context to that line.

Step 2

Family

Mall

Growing

Birthday

Dinner

Wave

Escapade

Summerwork

Road Trip

Soiree

This is slightly mixed up because I wanted to pace out the moments where either Kyra/Derek appears so it's not all shoved off in one big section. Family is also first because I wanted to try to start the player off with a better impression of Elizabeth since she's usually very grumpy and by the end of Family she's more relaxed with the player.

Birthday being after Mall is because Cove is less embarrassed about sharing stuff with the MC. Some people might question why it's still so early because you lose the gummy bear toss if you have a Mixed/Studious Cove and a non-athletic MC, so it might be best to give them as many opportunities as possible for the MC to up their athletic points, but the only time to do that is in the intro so it doesn't matter.

Summerwork might seem a little late but I also thought it'd be a realistic place whether your MC was actively working on their work over the summer or was just scraping by without much interest (the drama right before the relaxation of Road Trip also feels appropriate).

Escapade before Road Trip is important because if you asked for Cove's shirt in Escapade, then you get to take it with you in Road Trip, and Soiree's placement is just obvious (especially if you play Baxter's route rather than Cove, so you end the summer with getting to meet/dance with the "mystery boy").

Step 3

Hang

Drive

Boating

Talks

Happiness

Reflection

Late Shift

Errands

Charity

Hang, Drive, and Boating work as a nice re-introductory thing for Terri+Miranda, Kyra, and Liz+Lee+Baxter respectively.

I also tried to space out the multiple moments with potential drama (Talks, Reflection, and Errands), and Happiness takes place right after Talks since you can argue with Cove in that one and it feels very Cove to immediately jump to overdoing it on making you happy after something like that.

Late Shift is only semi-random since I wanted to space out the moments where you interact with Baxter (things would obviously be different if you're going for his route). Cove also picks from the dessert menu in it which leads nicely into Errands where the MC can buy him fudge.

Though Errands is admittedly 100% personal preference because I just really like it so I put it late on the list.

Charity is obvious, though if the player prefers to date Cove in Charity (rather than dating him in the in-between or confessing at the end of Step 2) and still have moments afterwards then it can be freely moved around.

As for Serendipity if you choose to play it, probably before Boating to add to all the introductory moments?

Again, the list isn't final but this is a rough estimate. Most of them are made for narrative reasons rather than moments that are directly mentioned in others so that'll definitely change.

#our life #our life: beginnings & always #olba #type: moment order #type: ask

[sea-of-dust]

Can you please do the sees girls being on their period and their male s/o trying to help them and comfort them but he has barely any clue what do do?

S.E.E.S girls x M! Reader

Imagine being on your period and your boyfriends in shambles

N: what if I looked you right in the eyes and told u I've been listening to tricot so much it's beaten Raise A Sulien on my spotify board. LISTEN TO TOKYO VAMPIRE HOTEL RAAAAA

Warnings: Mentions of blood/bleeding,

Nothing can go wrong! One cramp it's over. Totally wiped, Terror shock, smackdown, crit hit she's down. She's gonna turn into Minato real quick

"Urrgghhhhhhh" "you alright" "Nooooo" she whines arching her back "can you try sitting down somewhere" "there's no seats" "you can lean on me then" solver of all problems despite being the most confused man on earth y/n!! The one person from keeping her from stealing Minatos eyebags and overall tiredness

You'd try to take her to the mail to cheer her up, mention karaoke opening up and she's able to run over in milisecounds. "I heard your call" "did you here this a discount because of the anniversary" she'd get so excited she ran to the wrong direction

You'd also buy her gifts during this time, specially the jack bro claw machine gifts and new music that comes out

You pamper her so much she'd tease you on it. "My humble servent!" "Yes?" "Bring me thy homework! Filled with thy answers" "we can do it together" "what a great suggestion" there would be times she'd ask for piggy back rides in public aswell and people would catch you zomming around with her on your back shounting like she were on a roller coaster

She'd get a bit bratty, apologizing for it later. "It's so embrassing I'm sorry you put up with it" "it's fine don't worry about it" she growns knowing she's probably going to act similarly next time.

You'd hear her express more often than she usually does, which is terrifying, she groan alot, huff, squint more, yea just don't get her frustrated or catch her after the average conversation with jinpei. "HES JUST SO UGGHHH" "I'm sure he didn't mean it" "he won't shut up he's so lucky you're here" you already imagine her arguing with him and him responding with "holy yapington!"

The type to hide under the blanket and poke out if you bring snacks. "I brought you snacks yukari" you place them on the mattress and watch them being taken in secounds "...oh that was...somethin" don't let your intrusive thoughts win though, once you put your hand there you're being dragged under with her near instantly.

She'd trip a bit more often. Would lean on you alot if she's fallen alot that day. "Sorry just a bit dizzy" "don't worry about it, not like the floor isn't used to it by now" her face changes to a disapointed frown, you apologize near instantly

She'd hit you with the classic. "Hey, would you give me the whole world if you could?" You pause knowing the trick question. You try to withhold your sweat as you hold her hand. "Not just this world but the whole universe." "y/n..." she smiles, embracing you. "You're so sweet" now just avoiding every question like this or answer with the most crazy thing and she won't hit you with a "so other planets belong to other women?" These are mostly jokes tho but she'll act like she holds a grudge

Won't let it show until it has a kick to it (enough to have someone start leaning on stuff) she believes she can handle it as usual but this one...eh not so much, of course you wouldn't know much either until she straight up told you she felt weak

So when you convince her to take the day off you get everything for her from class. "Even though she was on her period she mustn't slack" was probably what she would say, she'd try to attend school but if she couldnt you'd be the first person she told

She gets you to do her daily activities for her and honestly props to you. You'd attended student council in her place, ask her classmates for notes, stop by a market or two if she asked. "I'm sorry if I'm bombarding you with these tasks" "it's fine.." you'd probably wonder why you got so used to writing in two notebooks a little too quickly

She would go to tartarus in this and just be like "I got it" she indeed did not have it. She'd come back to the dorm totally wiped but she'd try to keep the "I'm fine" act going and then as soon as she gets in bed she's knocked out. She doesn't even tie up her hair which is where you come in, the routine saver!! "I can't thank you enough" "don't worry at all about it"

She'd also get pretty clingy on her period, you're casually seeing her vulnerable you're not going to leave just yet. "Don't go" "?" She looks blankly at the foot of her bed, you sit down with her "how long would you like me to stay" "...." her cheeks turn a bit pink "until I feel better" getting to see her flustered gets your mouth to tease into a smile. "I can do that" she'd definitely think about it when her periods over and just regret every action, yet wouldn't mind asking you every once in a while

You gotta have that dawg in you to date fuuka/ref and a bit of inferrance skill

She would try to not let it show as it would drag others down but she can't really hide it well around you. "Here" you hand her a pad "I thought it hid it well this time" she pounts a bit disapointed "you can't really hide how you get a bit paler when this happens, do you want me to make something" "you don't have to..." "I'll make you that thing youve been wanting me to try" she narrows her eyes "tough offer"

If she did go to school with you, Yukari would comment on how low on energy Fuuka seemed to be. "She looks kinda down" "yea I've been trying to cheer her up a bit but nothings really working" Yukari narrows her eyes at you "you didn't happen to upset her did you" you scratch your head "no she's just on her period maybe sweets or something" She'd be so embrassed if you brought up the time she thought you upset Fuuka, and then see you come in with those Japanese gummy foods to make with her.

You try to tuck her in and make sure she has as much rest as possible, she might resist because of s.e.e.s but you being blissfully unaware just say "im sure they'll understand you can't go today, they're just a club" she would toss and turn thinking of shadows ending up with asking you to stay with her because she couldn't sleep

Unrested Fuuka and she's on her period? You don't need just the dawg you need god. "I feel like I'm letting everyone down.." "they know you need to rest Fuuka it's alright" she grips at your shoulders. "Yea but I still feel horrible for it" "Fuuka how about this I'll bring you notes and your homework and we can do it together" she sighs "then I'll drag you down!" She tears up, noticing this you hug her. "Fuuka, we're in the same class if anything I'm just being a mail man, you won't drag anyone down if you're willing enough to keep up so you don't have to ask many questions when you get back" she lossens her grip on you looking up to see your face "really?" "Really"

Im...you think her blood streams oil? She'd probably compare a period to a malfunction or just feeling aggressively glum for a week

"Y/n I don't know why but I feel so fatigued" "did anything happen?" "No, not that I'm aware of" "must be your version of a period" you shrug your shoulders not even sure if that's even right. "I'll see what I can do" you had no dang clue so you just decided to tuck her in bringing a stuffed animal just incase

She'd law down super awkwardly just full on still. "Do you think my limbs will get caught in this blanket?" "Should I replace it?" "No it's quite comfortable"

She'd also get a bit clumsy, which is horrible when tests come along. "I seem to have put the wrong choice despite knowing the correct answer" "that happens to all of us" you sigh reminding yourself of all the times you put the wrong answer to find out later the correct one. So asking to study is critical even if she still dosent know the material she has spirit!

She would come to school, this doesn't stop her from staring down at you as soon as class was over, just scarier. "You gotta stop doing that" you shiver after the 9th jumpsca re this year alone. "I'd like to take you to your next class" "thank you Aigis please don't do this to wake me up" "I think it would be effective" "effective in giving me nightmares" thank god those jumpscares only happen for a few days

#x reader #fluff #persona 3 reload #persona 3 x reader #persona 3 #p3 reload #yukari takeba #persona 3 fuuka #p3 x reader #kotone shiomi #fuuka yamagishi #p3 fuuka #mitsuru kirijo #p3 mitsuru #aigis #p3 aigis #aigis persona 3 #male reader

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Dagger being a weird white mage

Back when I played FF9 for the first and second time, I was annoyed at how Dagger's a pretty clearly inferior white mage compared to Eiko. Eiko gets full life, esuna, dispel and holy, all awesome spells that Dagger just can't learn. I guess the idea is that Dagger has the more offensive summons but even then it's not like Eiko's summons are bad, and her final one is pretty op.

But replaying the game again, some of that is making sense to me. Dagger's pretty cool, really, and she's kind of a mess.

Like okay, the trope of the white mage who actually kicks grown men's asses appears in other Final Fantasy games. Aerith roughs up some dudes in Don Corneo's house, and I'm pretty sure I remember Yuna knocking out some goons offscreen in FFX. Dagger doesn't seem to hit the same notes, though.

I don't think she ever physically overwhelms another character during the game, which doesn't stop her from jumping from towers or ditching half of the party when they don't want to take her along. She also doesn't have the same kind of enthusiasm about her that the other two try to project. When I used to play FF9, I didn't pay enough attention to her name. She was just Garnet with a fake name, but it's more than that. Aerith and Yuna want/try to be world saviors, but Garnet, for half the game mostly wants to save her mother, and it doesn't go well. I think she feels overwhelmed by Brahne's dedication to go commit worse and worse crimes. So she needs to become something more than the princess bound by her social role. She needs to become something dangerous, like a dagger. Someone who will poison the fuck out of her buddies and run ahead if they don't take her to the frontline. Obviously, Zidane's into that edgy shit, I mean look at Blank (lots of potential slash I previously had no clue about with this one btw).

Dagger's also kind of entitled, for a while ? Which, duh, she's royalty. There's the whole poisoning incident, of course. But during said incident, she doesn't poison Steiner because she knows he'll do what she says, even if he might protest at first. Worse case she can just put her foot down and shut him up. She really does take Steiner for granted. And again, what I find really cool is that it ends up being pretty subtly written (maybe in part because it's often played for laughs but not just that). Steiner doesn't mind being taken for granted. It gives him purpose, even when it's tedious as fuck. It's interesting that they're never really that close and their relationship is mostly a power dynamic.

The first trip to Treno might have lots of layers. Both Dagger and Steiner are having some personal crises. Dagger gets really into the whole plot to rob someone to save Blank (she gets to be dangerous and edgy and rub elbows with bandits, and she doesn't even need Zidane anymore hah), which is a sidetrack from saving her mother, but it does feel right too (and at least that one is successful). Steiner keeps trying to convince himself that Queen Brahne must be right and he shouldn't think too hard about her motives, but gets stung by Baku calling him out for having no thoughts of his own. In French, he asks himself "Am I a puppet?", which feels more direct than the english version. And yeah, dude, maybe you are ? You're also being roped into all sorts of business you wouldn't do because you're at Dagger's beck and call. So when they're back in Alexandria, when he finally opposes Brahne, shortly after, he also decides to stop following her to stay and fight with Freya and Beatrix. In retrospect, maybe that was a well earned vacation for the guy.

But yeah, all in all, maybe I shouldn't be surprised Dagger isn't an S tier white mage, and is more into the big damage summons, including the horrific robot from another planet with a completely excessive animation that does darkness damage.

#ff9 #garnet ff9 #dagger ff9 #who would have guessed that the girl who names herself after a knife would be kind of edgy #hey zidane can you pass me your stabby weapon for a bit i want to name myself after it #Dagger/Zidane #otp

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Round 3, Match 10: Jean Valjean vs. The Fix

Submitted kids:

Jean Valjean: Cosette; Marius; Enjolras; Gavroche

The Fix: Conrad Schintz, and then he adopted like, an whole orphanage, named Madam Loathings home for wayward interests

Propaganda under the cut! (Spoilers ahead!)

Jean Valjean:

“Cosette is a given, but let’s be real, as Valjean became wrapped up with the revolutionaries, he became all of their dad”

The Fix:

“Ok ok so. Spoilers for mentopolis: First some context that mentopolis is a show that takes place inside one guys brain, all the characters represent something in the brain, and the guy whos brain they are in, named Elias Hodge, is so so very sad.

Ok so, The Fix, the personification of hyper fixation, is like is someone who has spent most of his life working for people, where his job was to 'eliminate distractions' (He kills people, basically). Then one day he is told to eliminate a child. His name is Conrad Schintz (Or the Conscience, due to an accident that happened to the guys who's brain they are in when he was a child- Conrad stopped thing he was useful, aka Elias stopped using his conscience, so his conscience has not grown since the incident, leaving him a small child)

The Fix has never had to hurt a kid before, and he doesn't want to do that, so he instead goes into protecting Conrad. Conrad kind of hates himself though and also kind of thinks he deserves to die so that's not good.

The Fix gave this like, beautiful speech to Conrad once about how hes important, I wont give the whole thing but something along the lines of "There is a butterfly who has a tail that is there for if a bird was to grab on to the tail, it would break off and the butterfly would escape. I don't think you are the tail of the butterfly, I think you are the butterfly." (its better in the actual show). I cry. There is another speech about eagles he gives Conrad when Conrad offers himself, to basically die, but i don't remember it that well.

Other then Conrad though! So There is this orphanage, called Madama Loathings home for wayward interests. Basically its a bunch of kids that represent past interests of Elias. Its run by this women called Madam Loathing (represents Elias' self Loathing)(she is very mean to the kids). The Fix donates a lot of money to this place, and visits a lot, the kids there love him and think he is so so cool. There is this one kid named Ronnie Reptile. He loves reptiles, and The fix gives him reptile facts, its cute. In the first episode, The Fix tells Madam Loathing how any of those kids/interests could be rediscovered by Elias at any time, and madam loathing sort of taunts The Fix, sort of saying how ""Oh I'm sure I can tell the kids they will call be adopted by The Fix soon, but that would be kind of cruel, wouldn't it?"" Implying that that won't happen. (cause, The Fix is hyper fixation, and hyper fixation adopting an interest would be good, you know.).

Note that Conrad used to live at madam loathing's, because he was mis identified as just a simple interest and not Elias' whole sense of conscience, but Corad ran away with his best friend, a dog named Justin. He lived on the streets after that.*

So a bit later on in the series The Fix and Conrad have to go to to madam loathing's together (and another character is with them but he isnt relevant for this). When they get there Madam Loathing asks The fix if he is here to drop of Conrad here, and The immediately is like "Absolutely not, shut the fuck up." (I think that's the direct quote). I just really like that scene.

At the end, end of the series. Some plot stuff happens. The Fix met a women named Pasha N (She represents Passon), and they are in love, The fix proposes to her, its sweet, but then madam Loathing, who got some like, character growth I won't really go into here, and she says to The Fix how, she needs to go on a trip to find herself, and then she offers the entire orphanage to The Fix and Pasha, which is accepted. So in the end of the show, The Fix has basically adopted, that entire orphanage, so thats a lot of kids, along with Pasha, but she isn't in the show as much so I wont submit them as a pair. I didnt mention it before but The Fix is known for knowing a lot of facts and saying "Did you know." before saying a fact, which a lot of the time, it is a fact that is truly terrifying but thats a lot, and The narration at the end of the shows, says how The Fix and Pasha spend their lives with kids around them, constantly saying "Did you know? Did you know?" and it is very sweet. Conrad sort of had his own ending away from The Fix, but I still head cannon that The Fix adopted him too and Conrad comes to the orphanage sometimes.”

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Christmas Miracles

Here's my gift for the secret santa! @2-sleepy-for-this I hope you enjoy it. I sort of tried to match the kind of stuff I found on your blog as best I could, but I'm not suuuuper family with mcyt stuff. So it's kind of vaguely that, but not entirely (also sorry it took until now. I got a little sick right at the end of a trip I took)

Christmas Miracles

All your life you heard humans talking about ‘holidays’. You never had a chance to even try and understand what they were. Your parents kept you close by during those times. They would tell you the dangers of humans changing their habits at those times. A lot of years they made you move right as those ‘holidays’ ended. The last time they moved left you alone in a house with three new humans and no one to help you get started there. That didn’t matter though. You were grown up enough, you could take care of yourself. Even if your parents hadn’t taught you much yet.

You knew the first step was to watch them. It always sounded easy when your parents talked about it. Although you did make some mistakes at first. Going out when they were home and awake. Without your parents it was turning out to be a lot harder to figure out three whole lives. 

It did help that these humans never noticed anything you did. Anything. One of the times you went exploring you found the one with brown hair in his room playing music. It made you curious and that curiosity led you to move close to him. So close that he probably should have noticed you. At one point your blood froze from his gaze on your tiny body, but when nothing happened you knew it was all in your head. A human wouldn’t just ignore you. That’s what your parents always said. Your parents would be right.

That wasn’t the only time you listened to him play music. Each time it got harder to go back to your home in the walls. Cold, lonely, and eerily quiet despite the massive beings living nearby. It made you miss your family.

Food collection was easy at least. There was one human that looked like he would hurt a borrower on sight. His pink hair braided behind him and a glare that made you shiver within the walls if you knew he was nearby. Normally you would avoid a human like him, but he had one trait that made him worth following around. This human was forgetful. You couldn’t count the times you’d wait just out of sight near a pile of food he left out. You never took much though, your family told you to be careful.

Most days when you were left with nothing to do all alone in the walls you’d follow the weirdest human. He always appeared calm, his blonde hair often under a hat. He almost reminded you of your parents… That wasn’t why you spent so much time following him around though. It was entirely because he talked to himself. A lot. Enough that you could almost pretend he was talking to you. Now and then you nearly answered a question he asked to the air. But you knew better. You always knew better.

After a whole year passed you felt more alone than ever. The humans were changing their habits and that had to mean the ‘holidays’ were coming. On the bright side you could finally learn what the word meant.

The changes in the humans’ schedules made you a bit nervous. Normally they were loud enough you could hear them as long as you were in an adjacent room, but now they’d talk so quietly you’d need to be on one of their shoulders to hear what was said. On their ‘movie nights’ (whatever movies were) they would look around the room for a while before starting it. A few times right after you felt eyes pass over you they started it without a word. Like you were a part of it.

The type of movie changed too. It kept talking about presents and miracles. Some kind of magic. You didn’t stay long. It was a boring human thing you didn’t care about. It definitely wasn’t because a lot of the movies talked about family… You definitely weren’t lonely.

The blonde one had a ‘project’ he started talking about. Nothing specific and usually just that he was making progress. The brown haired one started playing music in more rooms in the house. You liked that change, it was nice not having to check his room so often. The pink haired one started to forget food in weird places. Weird food too. Usually something the others called ‘cookies’. You waited as long as you could those times. It smelled too good to believe the human wouldn’t come back and notice you’d taken some.

After all of that the blonde one started telling stories. They all talked about something called Christmas and some guy named Santa. The stories had some weird lines too. “Santa brings presents to everyone big or small, out in the open or hidden.” You never saw Santa with your parents. Whoever he was only cared about humans.

You decided to happily ignore it. You were happy to ignore everything about Christmas. How they laughed and spent time together. The smiles as they changed the things in the rooms of the house. You weren’t ignoring it because you wanted to be a part of it. It wasn’t because you started to miss laughing with your own family. You weren’t starting to feel a sharp pain in your chest, or have nights where it was hard not to cry. You weren’t lonely… You were all grown up, a big man. You were the best borrower ever and you didn’t need a family. You didn’t want to be part of what the humans did either… even when they talked about how fun it all was.

The day the humans brought in a tree you almost cheered. That meant the ‘holidays’ were nearly done. No more movies about family, or songs about togetherness. It would go back to normal…

After they put a bunch of weird shiny stuff and lights on the tree, the pink haired one brought out something you were pretty sure was called a laptop. The brown haired one took it and managed to block the screen from your view. It was weird how they seemed to know just the right angle to sit at to do that.

“Did you boys set it up?” asked the blonde one as he walked into the room. He set a plate of cookies on the table near the brown haired one.

“Yeah, I added what I wanted too,” the brunette answered.

The pink haired one grunted, taking the computer and doing something to it. When he finished he set it on a table. Almost directly in your view. It was too far for you to make out anything on the screen though. The blonde one moved closer to it before standing up with a big grin.

“A guitar and a cape are interesting choices,” the blonde laughed. “Remember if you don’t tell someone what you want Santa can’t bring you a present for Christmas tonight. I’m shocked you didn’t pick something a bit crazier. Santa can grant wishes too.”

“We know, we know,” the pink haired one sighed before leaving the room. The words you heard had you vibrating.

You waited for the others to walk off. It felt like hours, but in reality it took just a few minutes. You ran down to the floor and made your way to the table with the laptop. It took a minute for you to reach the top and meet the screen face to face. Santa could grant wishes. It had to be told to someone, but he could grant wishes. If… if you told Santa you didn’t want to be alone anymore he could help. You were fine alone, but you still…

You bit your lip. This would be a risk. A huge risk. But you knew how to read and write. You could add to this list and maybe Santa really would bring something to someone as small as you. Slowly you made your way onto the keyboard of the laptop. You were so light you weren’t sure it would react how you needed.

Standing on the letter ‘i’ you stared at the screen. At the risk you were taking. You could delete it before the others woke up tomorrow. No human would know. You were the best, better than any other borrower ever. These humans had no idea you even existed. It might not even work. After a deep breath you jumped up into the air, when you landed the ‘i’ was on the screen. As far as you were concerned there was no backing out anymore.

It took a while, but you managed to spell out your wish. It wasn’t perfect, it didn’t look like the words your parents used to teach you, but it was there. You understood it and if this Santa guy could grant wishes he could probably figure out what you meant. You walked off the keyboard and sat down. Your plan was to catch your breath for just a few seconds, but writing your wish was more of a work out than you realized. A few blinks that lasted just a bit too long turned into full blown sleep. A sleep that left you right out in the open with your wish clear as day above you.

I want a famalee.

You woke up from a booming step that sent you into the air. At first you thought it was nothing and tried to go back to sleep, but then another came. And another that woke you up enough to remember where you were. You stood, prepared to run, only to freeze as a shadow stopped above you. A shadow of a human.

“Ho-ho-ho what’s this?” the human spoke. His voice was as deep as the pink haired human’s, but there was more emotion in it. It couldn’t be one of the three that lived in the house. That made the situation worse. You didn’t know what to do. There was nowhere to run, no safe way down. You were left with a human staring down at you. You almost fainted as he leaned closer.  “I see now, did you add your wish for me?”

Stiffly, you nodded. The best guess you could make about the identity of this human was the magical Santa the blonde kept talking about. He was supposed to be kind. Maybe he’d be like the stories if you played along. At some point you’d have a chance to escape.

“Well I suppose I should see what you’ve asked for.” The towering human leaned forward. A fluffy white beard hovered just barely touching you. It was kind of soft, softer than any beard you touched before. More like the white stuff your parents would pull from human toys. You heard the faintest chuckle from the chest above you, it made you squirm. “So, you want a family?”

Another nod from you. He understood, maybe it was ok to hope. Santa worked miracles, had magic, and was kind. At least if the human stories were real. Maybe he’d give you a family even if he can’t bring back your parents… He hummed to himself as he looked around the house. Fear gripped your heart, what if he wasn’t kind? What if he wasn’t Santa? What if he just took you from here? Or just dropped you with random humans? Or-or-or-

“Well that makes my job a lot easier. Ho-ho-ho.” You tilted your head. He moved back to stare down at you. “The others here have talked about how they wanted another member to join their family for Christmas. How would you like to have the three people here as family?”

Your mouth fell open. Live in the open with them… That wouldn’t be too bad. Right? You already spent a lot of time around them. Sometimes you felt like you’d be safe if you went near them. It would be a lot better than hiding in the walls alone too. Your body moved while your mind kept piecing together the possibility. A vigorous nod up at this human… up at Santa.

“Then the other gift I brought won’t go to waste. Ho-ho-ho,” he laughed again. 

Santa moved something off his shoulder, it landed on the ground with a loud thud. You hadn’t even noticed he was holding something until now. His hands had been full this whole time, you could have run. You were a bit glad you were too tired (definitely not too scared) to notice. He did something just out of your view. He looked up at a you, glint in his eye that made you almost excited. Then, with a grunt, Santa lifted up a house that looked sized to you and put it next to the laptop. It knocked you off your feet, but large fingers covered in black gloves surrounded you. They stopped you from hitting the hard table. They were a lot warmer than the fabric you would have been curled up with in the wall.

“I had a feeling you’d agree. Ho-ho-ho. Here’s a room out in the open. When you all wake up on Christmas morning Santa’s magic will have worked and they’ll know you’re here as family.”

Santa moved to leave. He was a terrifying and intimidating human. One that spoke to you like an equal… He even granted your wish. Before he disappeared from the room you yelled, “Thank you Santa!”

He turned to look back at you, a grin on his face. “Ho-ho-ho, merry Christmas little one!”

You settled back on the table, reluctant to enter the house. You didn’t want the humans moving it with you inside until you actually spoke to them.. Tomorrow you would learn their names, tell them your own, and maybe even try watching one of those movie things for Christmas all the way through.

Even better, you’d have a family again. You wouldn’t be all alone in the walls. Dealing with the loud thunder storms that scared you, struggling to keep food stored properly, or afraid you’d disappear like your parents did. You were looking forward to finding out what it would be like to have a human family. Brothers and a dad sounded pretty nice.

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Unknown to you two of the humans watched as ‘Santa’ approached them. They stared at him with baited breath, relieved when he offered a thumbs up before removing a wig to reveal his pink hair. 

“I didn’t know how much longer I could go on ignoring him,” the blonde said. “Kid didn’t look healthy from the glimpses I got. It never looked like he took any of the healthier food we left out.”

“I guess this means we have a ‘little’ little brother now,” the pink haired one chuckled a bit. “I caught him when your ‘project’ made him fall over. We’re gonna have to be careful with him.”

The brown haired one groaned, but a smile was painted on his face. “Guess I’ll be putting that new guitar to use tomorrow. Might as well teach him some Christmas carols tomorrow.”

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Kitty Play (A Nicholas Smut)

>> Having to deal with your cat's rut/heat is never fun. Especially with all the horrifying sounds they make. But you love your sweet kitty so of course you'll help by having him neutered so this doesn't happen ever again! Well plans change when it's no longer the sound of a cat in distress that wakes you, but a man.. a sexy, albeit distressed because horny… cat-eared man in between your legs-

>> Cat hybrid!Nicho, sex toys, oral/penetrative sex, dacryphilia (crying), sorta somnophilia (sleep), dry humping, hand jobs, sub!Nicho but like in a very pathetic and desperate way, pet names, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dick riding, breeding kink (like it's his rut what did you expect), reader is referred to as Master- at this point if I forgot anything please just tell me 

Word count: 6.1k

A/N: I was supposed to be writing fluff… how did I get here-

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  A few weeks ago you decided to get yourself a pet. Your home was empty after moving out of the family house to start anew. At first, everything was exciting- learning a new routine, being independent, the whole nine yards!

  But loneliness quickly set in. You didn't want a roommate, that would be too complicated and you liked the privacy. So the next best thing, is a pet! 

  After doing tons of research, you decided a cat would be the best fit. Looking around shelters and the internet to find the perfect one for you. Was there even a perfect cat for you? 

  Well, the cat gods decided that for you when a black cat was splayed happily on your greeting mat one day. You nearly tripped over his fuzzy body as he rolled over and yawned. 

  A little meow left his mouth as he opened his stunning green eyes. Looking up as if to say, Hello! I'm home~ 

  You bend down and pat his head, a cat smile on his face as his head leaned more into your touch. Oh, he was adorable… 

 You did have to go to work but maybe a day off was necessary. Testing the waters, you picked up the small cat. Well small to a human but looked pretty grown up for a cat. 

  Much to your surprise, he didn't fight or scratch, just laid back happily and purred lowly in content. That sealed the deal for you. You took him inside and he was yours from that day on. 

  Naming the cat Nicholas, he seemed to adjust quickly to the life of a house pet. Lounging around, eating everything and anything you would give him (although he preferred when you fed him what was on your plate), snuggling and cuddling with him whenever. 

  He also seemed to be an attentive listener. His ears picked up and twitched whenever you would speak. Even meowing or purring in response when you'd ask a question. 

  Regardless of the fact that he couldn't speak, he quickly became your best friend. You loved that feline and hoped he loved you too. 

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    Things were going great with Nicho until one day he started acting strange. First, it was all the extra attention seeking. Rubbing his head on your legs, chest, just about everywhere. He was always so close to you. He was a cuddly cat but not to this extent usually.  At first, you thought it just him becoming more affectionate. 

  But then he started rolling around, his backside was always up in that air and his tail swishing around. Then the smell- you started to notice the smell of his pee just everywhere. 

  Then the noise. The yowling was loud and it was late at night the first time it happened. Shooting up from your sleep, you held the squirming and screaming cat in your arms with tears in your eyes. 

   Was something wrong? What caused this massive pain? Did you do something wrong? 

  You rushed him to the nearest emergency vet hoping they could help. The hours in the waiting room were painful as you hoped your angel would be alright. 

  The vet greeted you with a smile upon returning from the exam and some tests. You were left confused. 

  After handing you Nicholas back, he seemed calmer which was a relief. The vet explained that nothing was wrong and that he was just in a rut. The weight that was lifted from your shoulders was tremendous. 

  Since the cycle had already started, the vet recommended sticking out this cycle and having him neutered when it was over. You agreed to set a date and headed home. 

  After setting Nicho down at home, you sighed in relief. Making sure he was comfortable in his cat bed next to yours before settling in. That was quite the rollercoaster but at least now you had an answer and could take care of your kitty better. 

   A light smile on your lips as the blanket you held tightly warmed your body and lulled you off to sleep.

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  As you woke up, things seemed strange. Like why were you so cold and yet hot in certain places- the usual meow of your cat to greet you was replaced with a low grunting sound and most obviously, the bed was moving. 

  The first thought was an earthquake or an aftershock of one but opening your eyes revealed something much different. The blanket was haphazardly tossed to the side, someone who had a pair of large yet delicate hands was holding your thighs together. 

  And that shaking? Just the effect of your thighs being used as a makeshift fleshlight or something- your eyes landed on the red tip of a cock every time it pushed through fully before pulling back out again. 

  The shock was the biggest thing on your mind. What the heck was happening? Who the hell was this? And why your thighs…

  But it was clear they were either desperate or inexperienced because the thrusts were sloppy and almost dejected. 

  It made something feel strange inside of you. An exasperated sigh left your lips as you parted your legs, leaving the mystery humper with no relief. 

  As you sat up, you looked down at him. Not really getting a good look at his face before he was already latched onto your leg and humping that, still to no relief. You could hear a whimper leave him as he struggled. 

  "Um, excuse me? What are you doing?" That finally got the (naked) man to look at you. Eyes teary and a familiar shade of green, messy practically black hair, and honestly a beautiful well-sculpted face. Plump lips hung loosely in surprise. 

  As you spoke, you noticed his ears twitch… his cat ears? And the erratic swishing tail should've been a big clue too. But being half awake wasn't helping you catch clues.

  His lips shook as his eyes never left yours. A range of emotions swirls through his eyes. From desperation, pleading, needy, and even a familiar softness of love. Somehow embarrassment wasn't on that list. 

  "I-I, Master please help me, please…" 

  Master?! Who was this guy?! You didn't accidentally summon a sex demon, right? 

  "I'm sorry what? Who are you talking to? And how did you get into my house!?" The whole time you were questioning him, it seemed he was half listening, more preoccupied with rutting against your leg. 

  You had to get him to stop moving so he could focus. He was too big for you to hold him down so you had to do the next best thing- grabbing his hair. 

  It was a pretty firm grip you had on him. He luckily stopped moving but a loud moan left his lips. Just what was up with this guy?! 

  "Hey! What's your problem?! Are you some type of pervert?" All your questions seemed to go over his head. Like he was barely there. Too overtaken by his need to just hump, or fuck, or whatever it was. 

   You sat up, tucking your legs underneath you so he couldn't touch them anymore. He whined loudly, thrashing a bit in frustration. "Master, please! I need- please help me-" 

  "Look look, I'll try to help you but you need to answer my questions. Can you do that?" That seemed to get through to him, giving you a quick nod of confirmation. 

  You sighed and let him sit up, handing him a spare pillow to cover himself. Although he barely seemed to mind his nudity. That and he looked close to fucking the pillow already. 

  "I'll try to keep it quick. Who are you? And why are you calling me Master?" 

  His eyes lit up, his tail swinging in a more organized pattern immediately. "I'm Nicholas! You're my Master, my owner! I don't know your name…"

  Nicholas…As in Nicholas your cat?! No way- the confusion was clear on your face was evident. But the longer you looked, the more it made sense. The same coat color in his ears and tail, his stunning green eyes, even the way his ears twitched as you spoke. 

  You have heard about hybrids, they were pretty common actually. But to have unknowingly adopted one was odd. Maybe he was just delusional or pulling your leg. 

  "How do I know you're telling the truth? Maybe you could tell me something only we would know." Since your cat was here with you every day, he should know something too if he was being honest. 

  'Nicholas' tapped at his chin in thought before perking up. "Oh! I know! Your favorite bedtime toy is the long pink one! You always make a lot of noise and go to sleep smiling after playtime." 

   You're silent for a minute before a burning hot blush spreads across your entire body. How have you never realized your cat was in the room while you masturbated?! Probably because he never stirred or made noise. Plus he was a small walking void- hiding was his best trick. 

  "O-okay fine! I believe you're Nicho…and you're a hybrid so don't you live amongst humans?" 

  He shook his head. "Not really. I did as a kid but it was just easier to be a cat as I got older." So that could explain why he didn't know what a dildo was- 

  And now it seemed to be coming together- pushing aside the fact that this man was kind of freeloading- he was still your precious feline. You just had to help. 

  Remembering last night made his behavior make sense. His rut was making him so needy and desperate. And he must've turned human after hearing the idea of neutering. "So I guess… what you need help with is your rut?" 

  He nodded, his hips jerking a bit. From your research, you recalled it involved his need to mate. That was an easy fix! 

  Resting your hand on his cheek, he rested his cheek into your palm like he loved to do. The feeling warmed your heart. "Okay, I'll help you. You're my precious kitty right?" 

  A loud purr echoed in the room. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, you told him to sit back against the headboard, tossing the pillow aside. 

  Now fully exposed, you could honestly admire his fit physique. From his face, broad shoulders, toned chest, and abs- and your eyes kept moving down to his thick and needy cock, even his balls were swollen and enlarged. His rut was in full swing.

  Clearly, you spent too long staring as he squirmed. His tail whipped around in need. "Master come on! You said you'd help!" His whiny tone and bratty demeanor made something inside you excited. 

  "I am helping kitty. But you should be nice to people who help you." Your hand grabbed the base of his cock, hard. Making him flinch but he still seemed grateful. Moaning at the warm contact as his hips moved slightly. 

  From a slight thrust back to the erratic jerking in frustration. This whole time, you hadn't moved your hand. Just held his cock as he fucked into it, still unable to get the pleasure he sought. 

   A string of whines and pleas left him as his lips trembled. His eyes were ready to spill fresh tears at his predicament. "Master! I can't do it, please help me, please, please it hurts!" 

  His cries didn't fall on deaf ears but it made you feel… good in a way. That's probably from the warm pooling from your core. But you shook the thought to focus. "Aww, you don't realize how cute you are Nicho. I'll help you. You always need Master to help you huh?" 

  He just nodded desperately and you placed a kiss on his burning tip. A squirm shook through him as his eyes closed. You did have to release him but pulled something out of your nightstand. Opening a package and flicking a switch before turning it off again quickly. 

  You spit into your hand and gripped his length once again. Stroking from base to tip slowly. Gliding your thumb over his slit and repeating the process numerous times and picking up speed. 

  As your hands worked, his whines of pain and pent-up need turned into pleasure. His head rested on the headboard as he took in the sweet sensation of your rhythm. 

   Once he seemed lost in the pleasure, you turned on the vibrator you had in your free hand. Placing it just below his length and resting on his balls. A yelp left his body at the new addition. 

  "What a pretty sound from a pretty kitty~" Your words made him purr. Well, a mix of a purr and a moan. And you loved it. Moving your hand faster and alternating the pressure of your grip. 

  Just like before, his hips started to move up to thrust into your hand. It was clear he was close, his face blushing, ears pulled back and a bit of precum already seeping out. 

  Keeping pace, you brought him closer and closer. A flurry of sounds left his needy body. Nicholas clearly didn't know how stunning he was here. How he would glow when he finally got to cum. Trembling, all the pretty sounds he would make, not to mention how much of a mess he would make. 

  So just as he was about to burst, you pulled back. Removing your hand and the vibrator and leaving him bare. Realizing he didn't get his relief was quite the sight. He pouted and wiggled around. 

   A lone tear streaked down his face. Fuck why was that beautiful? "Master? Why? I wanted to- I was so close!" 

  A sly smile grew on your lips as you kissed his tear, licking up and savoring the slightly salty flavor. "It's simple kitty, you didn't ask if you could cum." 

  "Ask to… cum?" His ears stood up curiously. "What is that? Please I want to know! I need to know!" 

  It was only fair you would teach him. By not explaining and edging him on three more times. Bringing him so close to orgasm before pulling away. 

  Leaving him breathless, tear-filled, and frustrated. Although you were satisfied with his vulnerable and desperate state, you also had a plan for this. 

  By this time, he had clearly learned what your point was as you stroked him in your hand once again. Adding your mouth to the mix. 

  Taking his whole cock into your mouth, you sucked him off like it was your last meal. Swirling your tongue around his length with every bob of the head. Your expert movement only makes his head start to spin. 

  His hands held you by your hair, thrusting his hips as hard as he could as he chased his orgasm. As if to trap you from denying him what he so desperately craved. 

  His voice wavered from low purring to high-pitched mewling and crying. His face was stained with tears as he sobbed. God this was so hot of him. Your lap kitty fucking your throat so eagerly. Although it was hard to breathe, spit covered your face and you even had tears of your own starting to run, you wouldn't change this. 

  You felt him twitch in your throat and knew he was close again. This time, he managed to make the magic words come out. "M-Master! Please… mm, please, wanna cum, wanna cum please!" 

  You couldn't say no after that, running your hand along his inner thigh you sped up the pace. Clenching your throat and mouth to give him that final push before pulling back, using your hand to continue to stroke him. 

  And in no time, he came. It was hard, it was messy, and damn did you love it. His back arched off the pillows they rested on as he let out a loud cry of pleasure. Words became incoherent and faded into moans and mewls, pleasure-filled whimpers as his body shook uncontrollably. 

  His hot white seed sprayed onto his stomach, chest, and legs. Not to mention your hands and some even landing on your thighs. He was so cute as he trembled, coming down from such an intense high. 

  You gladly stroked him through his orgasm, letting his body come down before removing your hand. His eyes fluttered open to see you take a lick of his cum off of your hand. Making him gasp. 

  If it wasn't his rut, he would be fine. But that already had him hardening again. How was he even withstanding this?! 

  Taking notice of his dick standing once again you giggled. "Already wanting more kitty? Gosh, aren't you just a slut."

  And even if he wanted to stop it, his head nodded obediently. Whatever his Master thought, clearly you knew what you were doing, even if he was frustrated at some points. 

   Holding your cum covered hand near his mouth, you smiled. "Go on kitty. Clean Master up from the mess you made." 

  Nicholas held your gaze before obeying. Taking your hand and starting to lick up his cum. Soft licks of his tongue worked to clean up his mess. It was precious and stirred something inside you. Unknown to you, as badly as you were teasing him it was only making you want him more. 

  Especially now as he licked and sucked on your fingers to clean you up. Once he was done, he looked at you with soft, pleasing eyes. The same type when he wanted treats or cuddles. The type that would make you bend over backward for him. 

  "Master, can I-..." Only his eyes shifted down your body and landed on your clothed cunt. You couldn't even be embarrassed by the wet stain you knew was there. 

  You gave him a nod and fumbled to remove your shirt. Exposing your chest to him. The room was already warm but your nipples were already hard. 

  Nicholas marveled at your chest, latching his lips onto your nipple without hesitation. A gasp left your lips and your back arched, pushing yourself closer to him. 

  Your hand ran through and tangled into his dark locks as his tongue swirled around and he nibbled on the hard nub. His free hand pinching and pulling at your other breast. Your moans made his ears wiggle in satisfaction. 

  Whether he was loving the praise or just following his gut, his hands moved down into your shorts as his lips moved up to your neck, biting down slightly to bruise the skin.

  His hand went into your underwear, one held onto your ass and the other snaked down and landed at your cunt. His fingers moved around curiously settling in your clit. Only clued in on it being a sweet spot by the shock that went through you. 

  Your mind quickly clouded as he worked your body so well. Probably more than he thought. "Master, do you like this? Am I doing good?" 

  Fuck. You let out a nod, feeling yourself melt into his touch. "Yes, yes keep going kitty." The tip of his tail wagged at the praise. 

   Nicholas kissed down your body reaching above your waistband. Teasing could wait- he practically tore your shorts apart along with your underwear at record speed. 

  His lips and tongue explored your folds with a curiosity and need to please. Tasting your juices and letting out a moan. This was better than anything he could've imagined. 

  Especially as sounds of pleasure kept coming out as his tongue moved around. Nicholas was honestly pretty clueless but after seeing you touch this spot so often, he knew it would make you feel good. 

  He especially focused his efforts on your clit before taking his finger and pushing it inside your soaking wet pussy. Pushing the digit in and out slowly elicits louder sounds of pleasure. 

  Your grip on his hair tightens as you grind your hips against his face. Covering from his nose to chin in your juices. He felt himself strain down below as well. Your sweet words, desperate actions, and lewd sounds egged him on. 

  "Ah, ah! Nicho, good kitty! Keep going!" He was going to listen, bring you to your peak but something made him stop. Just like how you denied him what he wanted so badly for a bit, he would do the same. 

  Sure it was petty. But the gasp of shock was worth it when he pulled away, halting your orgasm. Without a word, he sat next to you on the bed and placed a kiss on your cheek. "You didn't ask Master." 

  So that's how he wanted to play. Leaving you high and dry like that? "Since when did you get to do that? I thought I was the Master here."

  In a stereotypical cat way, he tilted his head and smiled. Almost like he could care less that you had asked him to do something. How could you let it slip from your mind that he was still a cat in some ways? 

  Almost in a snarky fashion, he laid back on the bed getting comfortable. A part of you wanted to snap but instead turned away. Did he really think he had the last laugh? You would just give it time and he would be crawling back to you. 

  Keeping the thought to yourself, you pet his hair and picked up your discarded clothes. Ruffling up his hair before heading to the bathroom. Let's see how long he lasts… 

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  You really debated going to work today. A part of you wanted to stay and watch as Nicho spiraled. The symptoms of his rut getting worse and worse until he was crying and groveling at your feet, begging for your help. 

  It would be amazing to see his eyes run with tears and his ears flattened as he rutted his hips pathetically against you, desperate to reach his orgasm. Maybe he would learn this lesson and not play with you when you were so close to completion. 

   You even decided to treat yourself (well you both but he didn't know), and got some food before heading home. A nice treat after the past 24 hours. And you purposely delayed getting home that night.

  The whiplash should've been more jarring for your scenario but it was just one of those silly little loopholes life throws at ya. One minute you have a cat, the next it's a sexy cat hybrid man… oh well!

  As you arrived home, you could already hear that familiar yowling sound from last night. And it brought a smile to your face. Good, hopefully, he was ready to submit like the good kitty he was. 

  Much to your surprise, you could hear him but not see him. Setting the food down in the kitchen, you followed the sound of his whining once again. 

  Ending up at your room, the sounds were the loudest. Along with a shuffling and the rustling of sheets. Without much fanfare, you pushed the door opened and were a bit shocked. 

  The little clothes you let Nicholas borrow earlier had been discarded, the room was stuffy and your box of toys had been opened. A low buzzing sound was heard and a bright pink piece was sticking out of him.  

  Well, you didn't expect him to have been so desperate to dig into your toys but it amazes you. Especially as you realized there were no stains showing his climax around. 

   You let out a chuckle as you approached him, sitting next to the needy cat hybrid. Only now did he realize you had arrived. He nuzzled his tear-stained face against your arm and dropped the vibrator in his hand. 

  "Master! You're back, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please help me!" 

  Resting your fingers under his chin, you made him look up at you. A triumphant smile gleamed across your features. "My, my what's this? Naughty kitty went into my stuff because you were so needy." 

  Whatever his rut was doing to him, made him react exactly how you wanted. His head nodded desperately with flattened ears. "Hmm, m'sorry- it hurts." 

  "Don't worry, I'll help you sweetheart, but you'll be good, right?" 

  "Promise! Promise I'll be good- wanna feel good again, please Master." Darnit, you can't say no to how precious he was being. 

  "Good, now lay back for me." Without hesitation, he detached himself from you and returned to his original position. Lying out on his back, hardened cock on full display. Oh, and your dildo still in him. 

  Deciding to remove your work clothes, you set them aside before sitting in between his open legs, noting his tail swaying in anticipation. 

  Fingers encircled his stretched hole before pulling the dildo out slightly and pushing it back in. A little groan fell from his lips as he shuttered. It moved in and out with ease, fueling your curiosity. 

  "Oh kitty, did you prep yourself? How would you even know how to use this?" Nicholas nodded slowly as you continued to pump the tool in him at a slow and consistent pace. 

  "Y-yes. Learned from you Master-" His voice melted into a purr as he spoke, enjoying the sensation more than he thought. 

  Ah. Right, he did watch me use these before- 

  Okay so at least you knew he was being safe… and learned it from you. And thankfully he didn't try sticking it in the other hole- That was another bridge you could cross when you got there. 

  As you continued to pleasure him, you couldn't help but play with his dick. It was obviously begging for some attention. If anything, it looked larger and swollen like he had used a cock ring. But no, it was just his rut fueling him. 

  A part of you wanted to tease him and make this last long and the other, just wanted you both messy and tired as soon as possible. 

  You went with the latter, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could manage. Pushing further and further until he was all the way in your throat. Starting to move and keep a quick pace.

  His pleasurable cries didn't go unheard as you sped up, both your mouth and the toy inside of him. Alternating speeds to mess with him a little bit but remained consistent for the most part. 

  You didn't even bother making him ask this time, just letting him explode in your mouth. Most of his cum shot into your throat and flowed out from your mouth. Landing on his hips and onto your sheets. 

   "Wow, looks like you really did need me to help you feel good kitty. Really pathetic isn't it?" 

  He whimpered but nodded. "Yes, I need Master to help me. Make me feel good." Your hand ran through his hair as he spoke, almost like petting him. 

   " We're gonna try something new, are you ready to go ahead?" There wasn't much thought before he agreed. "Please Master." 

  Pulling the dildo out, he whined and rolled his hips wanting the contact to return. You set it aside on the nightstand. And kissed his neck to console his complaint.

  Taking off your underwear and tossing it aside, you crawled into his lap, bare cunt grinding his shaft. The feeling made him forget all about the toy already. Warm juices mixed with leftover cum as you smeared it around with your heat. 

  Your fingers were already playing with your clit as the other ran into his hair, pulling you both together in a heated kiss. Only now did you realize this is the first time you've kissed. 

  His lips were sweet but you couldn't really savor the moment. The kiss instantly escalated into a feverish makeout. And he was honestly better at reading these signs than you thought. 

  But even that couldn't last long as his hips bucked, craving your touch or embrace. And honestly, with how wet you were as well, he wouldn't need to wait long. 

  Taking his cock into your hand again, you pumped it a few times before detaching your lips. "Are you ready to feel good kitty?" He tried to say words but it came out more as a mix of a meow and moan. 

   You placed another, much slower kiss on his lips this time. "Use your words kitty~." He instantly burst into a string of 'yes' and nodded. 

  Wasting not another moment, you lifted your hips, lining him up with your entrance, and sank onto him. 

  You nearly cursed as he stretched your hole, moaning as your warmth enveloped him. His hands shot to your hips to hold you still. Even with the use of your toys, you've never felt something like this. 

  After catching your breath, you sank lower and lower until he was completely inside you. Filling you whole and even making a little part of your tummy bulge out. 

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  

  His hips rolled as he sighed and squirmed, pushing himself in slightly deeper. You had to bite your tongue to not cry out so loudly. 

  In contrast, Nicholas was loud and holding nothing back. Moaning, whining and just anything fell from his mouth as his eyes shut tightly. 

  You kissed him again, swallowing up his sounds as you started to move your hips. Shaking from the sensation but starting to get comfortable. Finding a rhythm that left you both breathless. 

  His fingers dug into your hips as he drank this in. He felt incredible and only wanted more. 

  From just holding you steady, his hands wandered down to your ass and squeezed. Giving him more leverage as he started to thrust into you. His lips once again finding your nipples and sucking away at them. 

  So here you were, ready to make him quiver and melt at your actions, only to be the one pressing into him further as you grew closer to the edge. 

  And you could tell he felt it too. His face was buried in your bouncing chest as he breathed heavily into the soft flesh. Your legs wrapped around his hips, giving him more room to dig in deeper. 

  Your pussy soaked and coating him and the bed in your arousal. Hands playing with his soft ears as he started to stutter. 

  "M-Master, please I need-" 

  He couldn't even finish before you nodded. "Yes Nicho!-" You were sure there were more words on your mind but they disappeared. 

  Your orgasm snuck up on you as you shook on his cock. Holding on tightly as your lips parted in a moan. Not long after, you were filled with his hot seed in your cunt. 

  Heavy breathing filled the air mixed with pleasured incoherent words. Your mind and body were reeling and just when you thought you would be preparing to rest, Nicholas pulled out rather quickly. 

  Grabbing you by the hips and flipping your position so he was on top. Putting your legs over his shoulders as he kissed you deeply. 

  His tongue searched your mouth as he grinded against you. Brushing against your sensitive cunt with his still-hard cock before entering you in a quick motion. 

  The new position opened up new pleasure for you both. In no time, he was jerking his hips and building your orgasm again. The sound of slapping skin and overflowing juices only drove him further. 

  Your hands ran down his back, trying to get a good grip on him. He didn't stop his desperate moves. It didn't matter though, you already felt yourself getting tipsy for his cock only wanting more. 

  You've only heard of being cock drunk but now you get it. He was buried deep in your pussy, bulging out your tummy with every strong stroke and teasing every corner inside. You were lucky he didn't know dirty talk or else you'd be done for. 

  But he was still making your head and body spin, begging for him regardless. Now you found your hips being the ones jerking up to chase his cock. 

  You could only moan and try to ground yourself to hold out from orgasming too soon. But a well-placed kiss on your neck and squeeze of your boob and you came undone once again. 

  Nicholas pulled out, continuing to work at his cock before he came on your pussy, decorating your entrance in the white substance. 

 It was a beautiful sight for sure. One he couldn't resist. Spreading your legs and licking away. Pushing his tongue inside and tasting the inside of your fucked cunt. 

  A long moan left your lips as he continued to eat you out. This was so surprising. His actions show experience but his words don't. It was like his instinct took over and he just wanted to feel damn good. 

  And you were enjoying it too. Especially as he removed his lips and flipped you over so you laid on your stomach, pulling your hips up a bit before burying his cock inside once again. 

  Was he really not tired?! But you also get it- your body just wanted more of him even as your cunt ached. The ache faded once you were filled once again. His large hands dug into your hips as he started to move again.

  He tried to start off slow but it was quickly abandoned. His grunts and moans mixed with yours. And it was only now did you realize you had begun to cry. Your body was overwhelmed by the pleasure he gave you tears started to flow. 

  Just like you had done before, he kissed your tears, licking them up softly. A world of difference to his merciless thrusting. 

  "Does Master feel good?" 

  It took everything in you not to just utter swears or moans. "Very good kitty, so so good!" 

  You could almost hear him perk up in excitement. His chest pressed against your back as he kept thrusting. His arms wrapped around your body and held on tightly. 

  He started to nip and suck on your neck as a light whimper left him. "Hmm, Master… wanna breed you. Fill you up with my cum. Please Master please-" 

  He was pleading once again, and it only made you feel more inclined to agree. Not like you didn't already love this feeling of being full or possibly bred as his cum was inside your pussy already, constantly being fucked deeper inside you. 

  But something about him asking permission so sweetly this time stirred you to lose yourself deeper in the pleasure. "Yes kitty, please bred your Master~" 

  He didn't need the extra encouragement to make you feel more fucked out but with his thrusts getting stronger, he ended up pressing your whole body deep into the sheets. Chasing his high with an animalistic level of fever. 

  Any movement you tried to make was halted by his grip. But it didn't matter for long as the building tension in your stomach finally exploded. Your mind bursts with an ecstasy you've never felt before. 

  His teeth sinking into your sweet spot barely registered as his cock twitched while he pounded your quaking body. Filling you up once again with his cum. There was so much it began to leak out, but his hips still moved to push it back in. 

 Slowing down into sweet long strokes as you both came down from such intense highs. Nicholas kissed along your shoulders and the now fresh mark on your neck. His hips halted with him still buried deep but no longer moving. 

  You didn't mind though, after that experience, you didn't want him out of you for a while. Even if that large amount of mixed fluids now covered your sheets, you didn't want to move. 

  "Master is mine now. And mine alone." He purred and rubbed his face against yours as reality was still starting to clear up. You could only reach back and pet his hair in response.

   "I'm yours, and you're mine now kitty." Although you weren't 100% sure what that meant, it was sweet and felt real so you'd agree. 

  That's how the night faded off. The two of you joined together in an exhausted but satisfied state.  And the food on the table- cold and long forgotten.

#&team smut #andteam smut #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #&team x reader #nicholas x reader #&team nicho smut #nicho smut #nicholas smut #andteam nicholas smut

[erin-bo-berin]

me: that's it. I'm totally out of Steve fic ideas. I will never have another idea as long as I live.

also me, four hours later:

Best friends Steve and reader have just started moving their relationship into romantic territory, but things were very new, and they didn’t want to let the crew in on it just yet—they were still getting used to it themselves.

The whole group decides to go camping at the lake, which provides an ideal backdrop for flirtatious comments, stolen touches/glances around the campfire, and of course eyeing each other up in your swimsuits. Too bad you can’t do too much more than look, because the party’s constantly around, and already picking up on the fact that something’s shifting between the two of you (mostly bc lovestruck Steve's about as subtle as a brick wall).

When it’s finally time for bed, the kids head for their tent, and the older teens lay out under the stars. Praying everyone’s asleep, you invite Steve to sneak into your sleeping bag for some much-needed fluffy cuddles and—though it would be way too risky to actually do anything—you propose an idea: the two of you can certainly describe (in smutty detail) exactly what you would be doing, if you had some privacy.

SIGH. You know the drill, Erin. Only if you wanna. ❤️,☄️

How in the world do you come up with such amazing ideas? When I first read this I was INSTANTLY excited about writing this. You are a QUEEN. Thank you for always requesting ❤️

This is SO LONG, I’m sorry!

Also let’s pretend that the reader is Nancy in this gif because it’s so appropriate for the story. And because will I ever tire of using gifs of Steve looking THIS GOOD? No, I will not.

Campfire Thoughts

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut (Nothing actually too physical, but plenty of talk of sexual activities later on this fic)

Steve Harrington gave you butterflies.

As true as that statement was, the situation was much more complicated.

You and Steve had been best friends for years, since middle school in fact. You and he had became friends at only 12 years old when you both were still carefree, free of any responsibilities, complicated feelings and troubling social classes.

By high school, you’d unfortunately drifted apart when he took on his King Steve persona, so unlike the guy you knew he truly was. In the period he was like a stranger to you, you just got through high school. You weren’t popular like Steve, but you weren’t exactly unpopular. You had a small group of friends—which you were content with—and made decent grades. High school had pretty much been uneventful for you.

In a series of events, you two crossed paths again through mutual friends and picked up like you’d never been apart for so long. Although now, things were a bit different.

You two had just entered adulthood recently, leaving your teens behind you. At twenty, things had began changing. He was no longer the cute little preteen you’d once befriended, playing with during summer evenings and telling all your secrets to. He’d grown up to be a kind, thoughtful and handsome young man.

Now, your friendship had turned romantic. It was still so new, you’d yet to tell any of your mutual friends. It was still sinking in that you were Steve’s girlfriend and you were lucky enough to call him your boyfriend. You’d kept the development to yourselves as it was in such early stages and you and Steve slowly navigated the changes yourselves.

But, it was going to prove to be difficult to keep under wraps this weekend.

Somehow, you and Steve were roped into a camping weekend along Lover’s Lake. Even the landscape was taunting you with its name.

You were a bit disappointed to know that you’d have to share Steve with the rest of the group for the next three days.

It had been the younger teens’ idea to go camping, at first. Of course, since they couldn’t go alone, Nancy and Jonathan joined the trip, wheedling you two to join, Eddie and Robin rounding out your group at an even dozen.

You were a loud group, but the air was buzzing with excitement for fun and new adventures. The camp was set up and tents started to be assembled. There were just enough for the younger teens to split in two, you and the elders of the bunch deciding just to sleep around the campfire under the stars when it came bedtime.

For now, you attempted to keep your eyes from gravitating to Steve as he was bent at the waist, helping Dustin set up a tent. He pushed his hair back with a hand and you couldn’t even begin to describe the warm, fuzzy feeling of new love, newly formed attraction that fizzed inside you like an Alka-Seltzer.

He straightened and caught you smiling, sending you a gentle, but dazzling smile your way. You really needed to watch yourself around him or else your actions would expose yourself.

It was odd though, thinking about it. You’d spent years comfortable around him and all of a sudden you it was as if you were both shyer around one another. You felt like a giddy school girl with a crush. Perhaps it was just you and his way of navigating this new territory between you two, but it would be torture trying to micromanage your expressions without giving yourself away.

It wasn’t that you and Steve weren’t happy to share the news, but as all new things are, you were still getting used to them yourselves. Honestly, it was still kind of nice to have this period of time transitioning to a new phase just between you two. Having it be private for the moment made it feel that more magic and surreal.

It was Jonathan and Will who suggested the group go on a hike through the woods. It was quite amusing at the array of varying responses.

“Come on, we can’t enjoy a camping trip without hiking!” Will proclaimed.

He and Jonathan used to camp in their backyard when they were younger, dreaming about being able to do the real thing one day. Although Hawkins didn’t exactly have any true campgrounds around, camping near Lover’s Lake wasn’t a bad location.

“I’m up for it,” Max shrugged, following.

There were some whining. A majority of it coming from Robin, Dustin and your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Would you ever get used to that?

You just shook your head, smiling to yourself at how endearing Steve was. It was amusing that he was complaining when even Eddie wasn’t, he being the one to quickly voice when he was not into something.

The rest of the group followed the Byers into the woods, but Steve stayed back, waiting for you. He smiled, gently knocking his hand against yours, daring to give it a quick squeeze.

“So why are you complaining about a hike, Harrington?” you asked out loud, following him and the rest through the trees.

“It’s hot,” he whined.

“There’s a lake, Steve,” Dustin called, “We can swim later. Stop whining.”

You chuckled, shoulder bumping into his arm. Your friends were none the wiser.

Or so it seemed.

•

The hike had been nice, but Steve was right. At the peak of the day, it had been extremely hot.

The lake was a welcome relief to sweaty and tired bodies. Everyone stripped to their bathing suits they’d purposely donned before the trek into the woods.

The kids had discovered a rock they could jump safely from into the lake. Their whoops and cries filled the early afternoon, laughter, voices and splashes accompanying the other joyous sounds.

Steve sat on a log around the yet to be lit campfire. It was typically a lot cooler at night this late into summer with fall slowly approaching, its cool fingers like a whisper of a touch over the entire town of Hawkins. By nightfall, the fire would be very much welcomed.

No, he’d yet to shed his shirt or head to the lake because he sat watching you. You did funny things to his stomach, twisting it in knots in the most pleasant way, his heart skipping at any sight of you. You were beautiful lit by the bright sun behind you, all the way up on the rock, ready for a dive.

He’d seen you in a bikini plenty of times before, but it was so much different this time. You were his and he now felt he could appreciate just how beautiful you were. It almost like it was a rite of passage to finally let go of the worry about his stare lingering on you for too long, back when you’d both been under the delusion that you were only platonic.

There was nothing skimpy about the bikini, it was just the same as the other girls were wearing, a high waisted bottom with most likely a matching top, but something about the one you wore was positively magical. The bright print was loud and colorful, but looked amazing against your skin tone. The top, which tied behind you neck and around your back with a thin, yellow string, covered enough of your boobs to the point it showed off just the swell of them. They’d bounce gracefully when you ran, laughed or moved, basically.

All to say was Steve was practically in a trance because of you and it was effortless on your part, you were just busy laughing and diving into the lake. You surfaced, pushing your wet hair back and waved towards him, smiling in his direction.

He was pretty sure this scene beat Phoebe Cates one in Fast Times, for sure.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he heard a familiar, teasing voice.

He looked over to see Robin walking over with an arm full of wood for the campfire later on. Jonathan and Eddie were busy chopping a supply of it while Nancy and Robin aided.

His face heated, embarrassed that he was caught staring.

Robin dropped the pile next to the fire pit for easier access when they needed it, then cocked a hip, putting her hand on her hip.

“It’s totally obvious, you know.”

“What is?” he asked, trying to play innocent.

“That you’re in love with Y/N,” she smiled at him, motioning her head to where you were splashing and laughing with Max.

He said nothing for a moment, just studying you from the distance.

“Is it?”

“Why don’t you do something about it, then?” Robin asked.

He tried to keep the smirk off his face, but found himself smiling as he turned back to watch you.

“Maybe I will.”

•

You had just pulled yourself out of the lake, ringing out your dripping hair when the rest of the older teens finally joined having finished their earlier tasks.

“Done already?” you heard behind you.

You whipped around, seeing Steve.

“Not in the slightest, it’s refreshing,” you chuckled, “I was heading back up to “Jump Point” as the kids are calling it. You coming in?”

“Yeah, one second.”

He pulled off his shirt, turning to toss it towards his stuff and your eyes couldn’t help themselves. They completely had a mind of their own.

You took in his tan back, muscles rippling with his movements, moles littering the entire canvas in a way that should not be as attractive for something so innocuous.

Sure, you’d seen Steve shirtless many times, but you’d never quite appreciated him like this. You were now kicking yourself for all the time you’d wasted. He turned back to you, his chest on display now.

He was fit, but not ripped, which was definitely more your style and he made it look so good. His biceps were the true star of the show, fitness wise, nice, natural, but definitely defined muscles were there. More moles scattered over his chest and stomach—how did he make them look so good? Maybe because it was just a part of him, just something they was uniquely his.

Also, when the fuck did you start appreciating chest hair? It made him look more mature than his 20 years, reminding you that he was now a man and no longer that little boy you once knew. The dark hair wasn’t unruly or as bad as some you’d seen—it was middle of the ballpark. Not a huge amount, but not nonexistent either. It spread over his chest and pecs and you were most likely staring too long. By his amused gaze, he’d most definitely noticed.

Your eyes looked, a small smile on his face and you stared at him a beat longer than probably appeared normal. A throat cleared behind him and you both turned to see Dustin, eyeing you both.

“Everything okay here?”

“Yup, just ready to take a dip,” Steve nodded.

“Yeah, I was just heading back up,” you said, pointing to Jump Point.

He nodded, still looking as he didn’t quite believe you both, but walked off without further comment, heading back up the makeshift boulder diving board.

“Actually, I have a better idea,” Steve grinned, scooping you up, in his arms, heading straight for the lake.

“Steve!” you squealed, laughing, holding onto his neck, “What’re you—ah!”

You shrieked as he tossed you into the lake, sending you into the cool water before you knew what was happening. You heard a splash following soon after and you surfaced, Steve popping up next to you, shaking his hair of water like a wet dog.

Droplets of water sprayed you and you laughed, putting your hands up in front of your face as if that would protect you from the liquid attack.

“Steve, stop!”

You were laughing so hard, your stomach was cramping from the effort, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t feel more carefree.

Knowing his arms would be concealed under the water, he wrapped them around your waist, pulling you to him.

“Hey,” he smiled, laughter fading into a quiet happiness.

“Hey,” you responded, peering up at him.

His wet hair dripped down his face, water droplets gliding down the smooth skin and you found yourself wanting to kiss each one, just for the pleasure of kissing him.

His usual brown eyes shone in the sunlight, turning them a brilliant light brown, as warm and captivating like they were liquid honey. His smile—one of the many things you loved about him as he had such a nice smile—lit up his face. But this was one of his special grins that was broad and slightly crooked, his light pink lips parted just enough that you could see not only his row of white teeth on the top, but a peek of the bottom row. It was your absolute favorite smile of his.

The six kids were currently playing chicken a few feet away, occupied with who could knock over the first person out of the three pairs. Max was on Lucas’ shoulders, El on Mike’s and Dustin on Will’s, their shrieks and laughter floating over to you and Steve. You saw Robin and Eddie on the shore, feet dipping in the water. Eddie smoking a cigarette which Robin quickly plucked from his lips and tossed into the water, much to his dismay. Nancy and Jonathan were swimming laps around one other, lost in their own world and it was an adorable sight.

Steve took the opportunity to steal a kiss, while everyone was preoccupied.

His lips were soft against yours, gentle as he kissed you sweetly. For such a chaste kiss, it was still passionate and sensual, leaving you wanting more than just one taste of his lips.

It was over before you realized and you already missed his lips. One look at home told you he felt the same. At this point, you didn’t care if everyone found out about you two if it meant you could stay here and kiss him more.

“Hey Steve! Will you carry me on your shoulders? Me and Will keep losing over here!” Dustin hollered.

“It’s not my fault you’re ticklish!” Will scoffed, amused.

“Tickling shouldn’t be allowed as a means to defeat!” Dustin protested.

“Ah, duty calls,” Steve grinned wryly, though he looked like he wanted to do nothing but stay with you.

“Go on,” you chuckled, a shy smile on your face.

His kiss was still lingering on your lips, making them tingle. Your head felt light and fuzzy like you’d drank one of the beers in the ice chest at the campsite that was being saved for later. One kiss and you were practically drunk on Steve—not that that’d been the first one. There had been lots and lots of kissing in the last few weeks.

“Catch you later,” he smiled, swimming away.

When you looked back toward the shoreline, you saw both Robin and Eddie smirking at you before looking away quickly, realizing they were caught.

You swam back towards them, reaching for your towel on a nearby rock, wrapping it around you before sitting down next to them.

“What are you two so smiley about? Don’t tell me you’re planning a practical joke of epic proportions,” you teased.

“Can you be any more obvious, Y/L/N?” Eddie smirked.

You blinked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you clearly have the hots for Harrington,” he replied, brow arched.

“And it’s so obvious he likes you too,” Robin said, “Everyone can see it but you two, apparently.”

You had to hide your small smile, as you looked down, bringing your knees to your chest, locking your arms around them. Your answering response was sly.

“I don’t know. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens, don’t we?”

•

Evening was approaching and a chill cooled the air significantly. Steve, Mike and Will helped Jonathan start the fire, everyone else breaking off to do different tasks.

After drying in the sun, you’d slipped your shirt back on until you went to change in one of the tents before the boys started the bonfire. You’d shed the bikini, opting for the longer, looser, pajamas pants you’d brought with you. You slipped on an old t-shirt you’d packed to accompany it, although you found yourself wishing you could curl up in one of Steve’s shirts. When you returned, you saw a few others already in their makeshift pajamas.

Nancy and Robin were gathering the packed roasting sticks, laying them out. They were going to be the skewers for the hot dogs the group had brought to roast over the fire—marshmallows later for the inevitable s’mores.

You joined Max and Dustin, helping them set up the nearby picnic table in a little serve yourself bar-like fashion. Nancy, being the most organized of the group really had thought of everything.

There were hot dog buns for those who wanted them and a small variety of condiments—mustard, ketchup, relish and mayo. Anyone who wanted mayo on their hot dog baffled you, but, each to their own.

Eddie was sticking hot dogs on the skewers, handing them out to the kids who’d come to claim one. Lucas worked on laying out the s’mores half of the picnic table.

With a few bags of marshmallows—that surely would go quick with the size of your group—a pile of graham crackers still in their sleeves and a numerous amount of Hershey’s chocolate bars, the set up was complete.

Everyone gathered around the campfire once it was blazing, the warmth chasing away the chill. A variety of conversations went on, the chatter and the crackling of the fire oddly comforting to you.

Hot dogs were roasted and prepared. The cooler that held a mixture of water bottles, beer and soda was soon dwindling.

“Uh, I don’t think so,” Eddie said, snatching a beer out of Mike’s hand as he passed.

“Oh come on, you’re drinking!” he protested.

“I’m also not 14,” Eddie replied, tossing it back into the cooler.

“Lucas snagged one too,” Mike said, brow raised in defiance.

“Nope, nope, nope. Hand it over Sinclair,” Steve said, jumping to his feet, hand out.

“Oh come on,” Lucas whined.

“Didn’t you guys drink when you were our age?” Will asked, the other boys nodding like he’d made a good point.

Steve grabbed the unopened beer from Lucas, opening it for himself, Lucas grumbling in response.

“Yeah and look how we turned out,” Steve replied.

“Pathetic?” Max deadpanned.

“Just remember who drives you to the mall,” Steve warned, taking a swig of the beer.

El giggled, taking a bite of her hot dog, giving Max a look you could only describe as a sibling would when mom or dad scolded you.

“Yeah, yeah, you know I love you,” Max waved off.

“I’m so under appreciated,” he mumbled.

You snickered, trying to hide your face and laughter. You loved the ease of the banter between this huge group of friends. It felt like home.

Steve still picked up on your giggles. He winked at you, nudging his foot against yours. You send a nudge back, as if letting him know you appreciated the gesture.

There were bouts of silence as everyone enjoyed their hot dogs. Normally, you weren’t crazy about them, but something about how they tasted after being roasted over the fire just made them extra delicious.

At one point, you thought you saw a few boys each put three or four away on their own. Surprisingly, no buns were left when you were done.

Nancy discreetly packed the hot dog condiments away in her bag as it became fine for dessert. You swore, it would be utter chaos if it wasn’t for the young woman.

“Who’s ready for s’mores?” Robin called.

You couldn’t tell who was more excited for them, the kids or Steve and Eddie. Robin tossed a bag of the marshmallows to El and she opened them, beginning the passing around of the bag.

The person would get one, stick it on the end of the skewer and pass the bag along. Steve grabbed two when the bag reached the end of the circle at you two. He handed you one with a smile.

“Thanks.”

You slid it on the end of the metal rod, holding it out to the fire, slowly turning it.

“You been having fun?” you asked, peeking over at him as he concentrated on not burning his marshmallow.

“I have,” he nodded, “I never would’ve thought I’d be admitting camping is so much fun.”

“Same,” you laughed, “But they typically make loads of things fun,” you said, nodding towards the rest of the group.

“Yeah, but you’ve also made it better too,” he said softly.

“I have?” you asked, surprised.

“Yeah, you have.”

Your gaze stayed on him, lost in the world of just Steve, everything else seemingly melting away. He stared back at you just as intensely, seemingly as lost in your eyes as you were his.

“Y/N! Your marshmallow is on fire!” El shrieked.

You snapped out of your daze, head whipping to see that, yes, your marshmallow indeed was on fire. You pulled it back with a curse, blowing the flame out, revealing a charred marshmallow.

“Anyone want a well done s’more?” you teased, wincing at the heat as you pulled off the ruined attempt, tossing it into the fire.

You bent, getting another one to try at your second attempt.

“You gotta keep it rotating,” Steve told you.

This time he spoke in his normal voice, so it wasn’t unusual to feel a few of the others’ gazes on you.

“Like this. Here, you want, Dustin?” Steve asked, offering up his own prepared one so he could show you.

“Uh, hell yes,” Dustin said, plucking it off, popping it into his mouth, nodding approvingly.

“Okay, that was perfectly done, dude,” he said, giving Steve a thumbs up.

“See? I know what I’m doing,” he chuckled, coming to stand behind you, “It’s all in the wrist.”

His hands covered yours on top of the metal, showing you how to twist it, making sure each side was toasted to perfection.

You felt the stares of the others, but chose to ignore them.

“And there you go,” Steve said, stepping back as you pulled your second marshmallow away from the flames and blew on it.

“Okay, that is good,” you said, licking your sticky fingers, “I’m going to need at least five more of those.”

You went to grab a chocolate bar and graham crackers from the table for you and Steve when you overheard Max, Lucas and Dustin who were across the way, grabbing sodas.

“What’s up with Steve and Y/N today?” Lucas asked, “They’ve practically been eye fucking all evening, ow! What? It’s true!”

You stifled a laugh, knowing Max, ever the girl meant to keep Lucas straight as an arrow, had most likely just hit her boyfriend for that comment.

“Yeah, I saw one of those weird moments earlier. It was awkward, they were just standing there gawking at each other,” Dustin said.

“And they say us kids are clueless about things,” Max sighed, “I wish they’d just get together already, we all know they like each other.”

•

The night had darkened and now only the light of the fire cast a glow over the group of people around it.

Some of the others had started telling ghost stories, but you were only half listening as you bit into your second s’more.

“These taste so much better around a campfire, don’t they?” you mumbled unintelligibly, mouth still full.

Steve chuckled.

“You got some chocolate on your mouth,” he said.

He didn’t even wait for you to attempt to get it, he just reached over, thumb swiping it from the corner of your mouth. The dark hid his intimate gesture, it going unwitnessed by your group of friends. Oh, how you wished you could kiss him then and there.

But then he turned his attention back to the story being told and you did the same, taking another bite of your s’more, your mind filled with Steve.

•

The night wound down when the fire had grown lower, bellies were full and yawns were being passed around.

“Bedtime kiddos,” Robin joked, half out of it herself.

Good nights were exchanged as the younger six headed to the tents and sleeping bags were pulled out by the rest of you. The night was beautiful. The stars were shining brightly, the temperature just a hair from being too cool and the sounds of crickets chirping could be heard in the woods, the quiet shushing of the lake a peaceful sound to round it all out.

Eddie helped Jonathan toss more wood into the fire, to keep it going for as long as possible as the rest of you slept out under the stars. While Robin and Nancy set up their sleeping bags, you unrolled yours. Somehow, the only one you owned was big enough to fit two, though you weren’t entirely sure how you’d come to own it.

Steve laid his out next to yours and you slid into your own, eager to gaze up at the stars. You understood why many people were fascinated by them because they truly were brilliant tonight.

The soft shuffles of everyone else soon quieted after a few murmured exchanges of goodnight. You were all spread pretty far apart, Eddie a good ten feet from you and Steve to your left, Robin already fast asleep at about the same distance away to your right. Nancy and Jonathan shared a sleeping bag all the way across the campfire from you two.

“Steve,” you whispered, turning your head towards him.

“Hmm?” he responded.

“Will you cuddle me?” you asked, playfully pouting, “My sleeping bag is big enough for both of us.”

He chuckled, sitting up, already moving to your side.

“Now how can I say no to that?”

You opened the top, letting him slide in before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him as far as he could while you still faced him.

“Better?” he whispered.

“Much,” you confirmed.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day, myself,” he said, “I’m sorry we haven’t had much time to ourselves.”

“It’s okay. Today’s been fun,” you assured, “Although I wish we could have some alone time too.”

You chuckled softly, glancing over at the closed tents, “Just too many people around.”

“I know.”

He kissed you gently, briefly, just a small reassurance.

“Believe me, the things I would do to you if we could be alone right now,” Steve said.

Your fingers traced over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt.

“Why don’t you tell me about those things?”

He looked wary at first.

“You sure? With the others around?”

“They’re asleep,” you whispered, “Why not?”

“Well,” he said, as if trying to think where he should start, “I’d love to kiss you without any limitations.”

“How so?” you asked.

“At first, I want to kiss you soft. Delicate, sweet. But of course, I can’t just tease you like that. I also want to kiss you passionately. Hot and heavy. Lips gliding over each other’s, my tongue twirling and dancing with your own. I might even throw in a little bottom lip tugging in there, if you ask nicely.”

“And what about your hands?”

“They’ve got a lot to explore, sweetheart. I want to caress your face, hold you by the back of the neck, pull you closer by your waist, squeeze your sides. I want to be able to run my hands over your bare skin, so I’d trace them up your shirt, over your stomach. But of course, your shirt has to come off. Your pants too. Fuck, all your clothes at this rate.”

He exhaled deeply, biting his bottom lip.

“The day I get to see you naked will be an amazing one.”

His reverent whisper made your body heat, more than just in the face.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I know it’s beautiful. Just like you. And also, I’m going to take my sweet time with it. Memorizing every inch. Kissing every place I possibly can. These though,” he motioned to your chest, “I already know I will love.”

“We all know you love boobs, Steve,” you laughed, a bit breathlessly.

“Yes, but yours are absolutely perfect, I know it. And I am going to enjoy the ever living fuck out of them when I get the chance,” he rasped.

“I want to be able to hold them, massage them, grip them tightly. Kiss them, lick them and leave love bites all over them so people know they’re mine. I want to be able to pinch and tweak your nipples and suck on them until I make you moan. I bet you make the most beautiful sounds.”

Your body was catching up to the buzzing in your head at his words, you could feel the start of arousal between your thighs, but you weren’t going to stop him now.

“I’d kiss my way down your stomach, stopping here,” his hand trailed down your stomach, his touch burning its way through the fabric of your shirt to stop just at your abdomen.

“Spread your thighs because I want to taste you,” he whispered, eyes never leaving your face, “I’d kiss your thighs, making you squirm and beg for me to put my mouth where you want it the most. Right on your pussy. There, I’d tease you because I want you to whine and beg me for my touch. I’d lick you gently, making you so impatient. You’re always impatient, I bet you’d be worse then. You’d go wild when my tongue circles your clit, flicking against it, enough to make you jolt. But what’s truly my specialty is a combination of my fingers and my mouth. I’d slide one finger into you and you’d be so wet. God, you’d be so wet for me, Y/N.”

You were positive you already were now, a dull throbbing having started within you, at some point during his latest revelation. You squeezed your thighs together although it did little to help.

“I already am,” you whispered, although you hadn’t intended on letting that fact slip.

He groaned lowly, his hand holding you close against your back, sliding lower towards your ass.

“Where was I?” he swallowed hard, “Oh yeah, driving you crazy with both my fingers and mouth. I wouldn’t stop with just one finger, no, you’d be so good for me, I’d give you another. I’d curl them inside of you making you moan and arch into me because I’m working you so good, I haven’t even gotten to my mouth yet, baby. I’m sucking on your clit, tongue flicking against it and you’re pulling on my hair making me even harder than I already am. I wouldn’t want anyone else’s hands in my hair but yours, baby. You can mess it up any day.”

You can’t seem to look away from him, captivated by what you were wish was actions right now, not words.

“Your moans would be music to my ears. I’m sure you’re the only one who’d be able to make them sound so sweet and so dirty at the same time. I can’t wait to make you moan my name. I promise you right here and now, I’ll do it. When you cum, it’s the best sight as you shake and tremble for me, squeezing around my fingers so tightly it makes me even more desperate to bury myself in your sweet pussy.”

“Steve,” you groaned softly.

“Ah, getting turned on are we, sweetheart?” he smirked, other hand moving from the side of your neck, up to your cheek to cup it.

“Getting? No. That happened at least ten minutes ago.”

He chuckled deeply, gaze heavy on yours. You weren’t sure if he was as entirely turned on as you, but he was sure getting into the part.

“Feel what you’ve done to me,” he whispered hotly.

The hand on your back pulled you closer to him, pressing you against him. You felt his arousal against your thigh, so dangerously close to where you wish he could be in the moment. That definitely dissolved any doubt you’d had about him not being as turned on as you.

“Fuck,” you breathed, softly.

“If we weren’t in the middle of the forest with only tents nearby, I’d have my way with you right now,” he said lowly, “But I don’t want our first time together to be in a fucking tent. Or on a camping trip. I want it to be nicer than that.”

“What do you want to do?” you asked, your breath fanning over his.

Steve gave you a short, quiet laugh in response.

“What don’t I want to do is probably the better question.”

“Tell me,” you said, “Please.”

“Let’s not jump into it, baby. I gotta get it in first,” he smirked, “But when I do, holy shit, it’s the best feeling ever. I bet you’re all warm and tight and so, so wet. All for me. I’ll know that everyone else can’t hold a candle to you because you fit me like a glove, squeezing me so tightly. All I’ll ever want is just to be wrapped by your walls making you feel so good.”

“You’ve got some high expectations, Harrington,” you said, licking your lips as they suddenly became extremely dry from your deep breath.

“I know it because I know it won’t be just sex with you, Y/N. We already know we’re in love with one another, so it’s going to be incredible to finally be connected to you so intimately. That’s not something I shared with just anyone. In fact, I’ve not shared that with anyone because without knowing it, I was waiting for you.”

The words, the sentiment was so sweet, even in the midst of the filthiest dirty talk you’d ever heard him voice. But, it made your eyes water and you blinked them back quickly. There would be another time for emotions.

“I appreciate that, Steve and as sweet and wonderful the sentiment is, you’re not getting by with not finishing your wishes.”

“Darn, you caught me,” he teased.

“What would you do next?” you asked, eagerly awaiting what else he had in store for you in this fantasy.

“Well when I’m already inside you, I can have you anyway I please. Missionary while I hold your hand tightly, fingers laced through mine. Riding me, so I can see those amazing boobs of yours bouncing in my face. On your hands and knees where I can hit hard and deep within you. Bent over a table, while you clutch the sides. Whichever way, the one thing they’d all have in common is you falling apart on my cock.”

His voice has become raspier, a deep groan to the edges of certain words. His finger traced gently over your cheek, such an opposite action in comparison to his words.

“You have no idea how much I want that,” you said.

“Oh, I think I do. Remember?”

His hips press against yours and you accidentally let out a quiet moan.

“Shh, can’t wake the others,” he teased.

“I haven’t even gotten to tell you what I want to do to you,” you responded, looking up at him through your lashes.

“What do you want to do? Tell me,” he uttered, moving a piece of hair behind your ear, “Trust me, I want to hear all about it.”

“Well, if we’re having an honest hour, your chest hair drives me wild.”

You had to hold in a grimace because your first sentence into this was probably the weirdest thing you could’ve said.

“Oh really? How much?” he was smirking.

“I about go feral. Like “want to rip off my own clothes and just present myself to you” kind of feral.”

“What would you do if I said I’d want you to drag your dripping wet pussy over it? Make yourself feel good, hmm?”

“I’d be all for it before the words were out of your mouth, but this is about you, not me.”

“Do go on,” he prodded, finger tracing your lips, inhaling deeply when you took it gently between your teeth before releasing it and kissing it.

“I wanna make you feel good, too,” you said in your hushed tone, “I wanna hear you moan, too. I want you to moan as much as possible because that shit gets me going.”

“Duly noted,” he responded.

“I’d fall to my knees, pulling your impressive cock out. Honestly, are we sure it’s going to fit?”

His chest shook with silent laughter.

You just realized you had no idea where the two shy people from earlier went, this exercise bringing out the shamelessness and boldness in both of you.

“I’m sure it’ll fit. Now, please, don’t let me interrupt you.”

You decided to waste no time getting to the point.

“I want to wrap my lips around your cock and make you moan without abandon.”

“Jesus, fuck,” he breathed.

“I’d run my tongue around the head, sucking on it before taking you in my mouth and sucking on it like it’s my favorite summer popsicle.”

You wondered briefly if you’d looked this dazed when he was talking to you earlier. His lips had parted, eyes lidded and face looking flushed from what you could tell by the light of the fire.

“Of course my hands can’t be left out. I’d grip and squeeze you, pumping what I can’t fit in my notify, the other fondling your balls because I’m sure that would drive you nearly insane. I’d look up at you, seeing you so blissed out, hands running through your hair, moans falling from your beautiful lips and want nothing more than you to cum hard in my mouth. When you do, I would suck you dry, not wasting a single drop. Then I could take my time kissing you anywhere and everywhere on your body, leaving as few or as many hickies as I wanted, to mark you up as well. Maybe then grind against your thigh because you make me so horny. Then I’d let you take me anyway you’d want and bend me like a fucking pretzel. How does that sound?”

It took him a moment to actually respond and he had to take a deep breath, shifting enough to run a hand through his hair before he spoke.

“I really wish we weren’t camping right now,” he chuckled, voice gravelly.

“You and me both.”

“Well, I definitely don’t need the fire to warm me up now,” he teased, “How about you?”

You groaned, realizing just how badly your little exercise had backfired on you.

This camping trip would be the death of you.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things smut

[kenshiv]

what draws you to ten and martha so much? what about their dynamic has got you in such a chokehold?

hot sexy toxic couple with the most chemistry in the entire show. this is just a fact

Martha is the Doctor's doctor! She starts the show as a medical student in training on the Doctor's show. She then takes a "sabbatical" year with this alien who calls himself the Doctor, who actually gives her the best training any medical student could wish for. She actually is the Doctor for the entirety of their time in 1913 because Ten is simply not there. And then he is out of it again, and she saves the world (is the lead hero!) on her own. And the whole time, she looks after him. She teaches him how to be a doctor again after the events of Doomsday, and that's a low he never quite reaches again until after losing everything in Journey's End. I think Martha is the only character who leaves on her own terms (I have not finished season 9 yet, leave me be), and was actually there with the main objective to look after this guy, while also traveling the universe of course (but even then, looking after his loneliness was in her mind even by Gridlock, which is insane to think about). I find so much meaning in how she made him better and kinder, while he turned him into a de facto Doctor... and a soldier, something he is shown to be ashamed of for lifetimes to follow :]

Series 2 was particularly unbearable for me to watch because of Ten & Rose's CW show romance, but I've grown to see it as the point (delusional)? Nine regenerated into someone he thought Rose would be more attracted to (even though she was already crazy about him, lol), therefore -> Casanova David Tennant! Which. Fair. But also there was sooo much, ugh, immaturity surrounding whatever they had going on, it's like, I'm too old for this. And then it ends in such a tragic way, which immediately shatters Ten's view on humanity because, well, Rose was his humanity. So! In comes Martha, someone only a few years older than Rose but who had to grow up much faster than she ever did because there was no illusion of Great White Romance there: he told her from the go that it was her only trip, even though he spent the entire episode auditioning her, lmao. And their relationship develops so organically from there: he is intensely reluctant and closed off; but she is insistent and he talks about Gallifrey for the very first time (!) since the War. While she at first sees him as this wonderful alien god who can take her away from it all for a while, and then grows to become intensely protective (!) of him and the Sisyphean task of aiding to his loneliness. Martha sees firsthand, multiple times, how fallible and arrogant and selfish he is, but she stays! Because she believes she can make it better. And she does! But not in the way she thought she could. :( Anyway, I guess my point was that it develops so naturally? There is no teenage hesitance; they're honest with each other and you can actually witness what they want and get from each other. Which I believe every TV romance should be about. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Relating to the previous point, I don't think it's bad that she loved him "more" than he loved her the whole time they were together. I think there's an honesty in two people meeting at different times (lmao) in their lives; and Martha met him at a tragic moment for his character. And, yes, she makes it better, but I think people who can only see her other doctors treating her better (which is true) are sort of missing T/M's emotional journey, which is the most gratifying part of series 3 for me. Plus, we, viewers, will never love someone in a CW show way because that type of romance is simply not real! At least not in the adult world (but again, children's show yaddayadda).

i think they should have fucked nasty.

#audibly groaned when i saw this because like. how do i explain something i feel strongly about #ask #tenmartha #you can disagree with all this. just know you're wrong

[littlexscarletxwitch]

Hi! I have a request for Florence. Can you you write one where the Florence is away filming and her and the reader are really missing each other, so either Harry Styles or Emma Watson helps the reader surprise Flo on set. You bring Billie as well. After shooting is over for the day they go back to the house Flo is renting, and just cook dinner and cuddle. For the rest of the week, the cast can see Florence is so much more at ease with the reader visiting. :)

── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, a bit of spice but sfw, short blurb, established relationship

warning(s): grammatical error, unedited, not proofread, alutions to sex

word count: 1,800

note: The whole set thing was really hard to picture, since I've never been to one, so the whole thing could be inaccurate, but just go with it (?). Apart from that, it was kinda fun. I really hope you like it. Also you just gave me the best excuse to add Mr. Harry Styles. (Should I write for Harry? I luv him so much). Also, let's pretend that Flo and Harry are the best of friends because I said so (*cries*). [By the way, should I try writing smut. I feel like I'm ready but I'm not 100% sure.] I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy <3

requests are open! <3

Waking up everyday and not seeing her stupid cute face made your heart ache. 

It’d only been a month since she left to start shooting her new movie, but it felt like it had been years since you last felt her touch, heard her laugh or felt her lips against yours. Yes, you two would facetime every morning and every night, but it wasn’t enough. It never was. You needed her close to you, you needed her hugs, you needed her to cuddle you to sleep. You just needed her badly. 

And she wasn’t coming home for at least one more month. You didn’t know how you were going to be without her for so long. You could tell that Billie missed her too, and that only made your heart ache even more. 

“You miss mama too, don’t you, babygirl?” she gave you the most heartbroken sad puppy eyes. “Yeah, that’s it. We are going to visit her, would you like that? Would you like to go and see mama?” as if understanding exactly what you were saying she started to bark at you, her tail swaying back and forth. 

So it was settled. You and Billie were going on a road trip. You knew it was a long ride for her, but she actually liked being in a car. Plus, she was a great companion. 

[...]

You didn’t know this, but Florence was missing you like crazy as well. She loved working, she was really excited about this new project of hers, she just didn’t expect to miss you so bad. She had grown used to waking up to your face, you making her breakfast when she had to leave for work early, or just taking Billie out for a walk with you. She missed all of those things.

If she didn’t have to shoot a scene, she would spend all her time rumbling about you to her castmates or crew. Especially to Harry Styles, who she had grown close to. He knew how she felt since he missed his partner as well. So they would spend their time telling eachother everything about their amazing lovers. 

Talking to Harry about you made her missing you a little bit easier. But still it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel you again, to smell your scent, to sleep next to you. She needed you badly. 

What she didn’t know was that you and Harry had spoken recently. He knew about you coming to visit your girlfriend, and was excited about his blonde friend's reaction when she’d see you. You had called him the night before, telling him your wonderful idea, he immediately agreed to help you in any way he could. You told him that you would be on your way the next day, and would probably arrive by 12 P.M. All he had to do was keep Florence off of her phone, so she couldn’t call you and you wouldn’t have to lie to her over the phone, since you were terrible at it. 

[...]

You guys woke up the next morning, everything already packed and hit the road at 8 AM. It was going to be a four hour trip to Las Vegas, where the shooting was taking place. You had about four stops, so both you and Billie could go to the bathroom and stretch your legs. And by 12.30 P.M. you arrived in Las Vegas. You thought Billie would be stressed by then, but she was actually having the time of her life sticking her tongue out the car window. 

Once you arrived, you called Harry and asked him about the set address, which he texted you immediately after ending the call. He told you that distracting Flo had been really easy since she had a lot of work to do, but by the time you would arrive at the set she would be free to spend some time with you. 

After another 20 minutes in your car, you arrived at the set. You were scared that the security guard wouldn't let you pass, but Harry was waiting for you outside, so you didn't have any issue with that. 

Once you got out of the car, Billie trailing behind, you made your way to him and hugged him. Over the past month you guys became some sort of online friends. You would always see each other while you would facetime Florence, and somehow developed a friendship once exchanging phone numbers.

You pulled apart from the hug and that’s when it hit you. After being away from your girlfriend you were actually going to see her. Billie could tell your excitement, her tail swaying back and forth. You smiled at her. She was as excited as you were.

“Okay, so she’s in her trailer right now. I believe she has a half an hour break. Let’s take you to your better half before they need me on set.”

Harry quickly made his way to this sort of parking lot filled with lots of caravans. He stopped at the first row and pointed to the fourth one. 

“That's hers.”

“Um, can you tell her to come out for a second?”

“Sure thing.”

He made his way to Florence’s trailer door, knocked and just opened the door. He stuck his head inside, and you heard him muttering something to her. Once he was done, he gave you a discreet thumbs up and stood next to you. He was as excited as you and Billie were, he noticed Florence's mood changed ever since the shooting had started, and knew that seeing you would make her really happy. 

The first thing Florence noticed was a white and brown blur coming her way. She didn’t realise it was her own dog until Billie was licking her face. 

 “What are you doing–?” She started but cut herself off once she saw you next to Harry. She couldn’t believe her eyes. 

She gently put Billie down and ran towards you. She hugged you and lifted you up from the ground, spinning you around. You both started to laugh. Once she put you down you rested your hands on her cheeks and smashed your lips against hers. It was a much needed kiss, showing each other how much you have been missing the other. You both heard Harry had said something about he had to go, but you two weren’t actually listening, too absorbed by each other. 

[...]

After what felt like hours, you and Flo could finally head home. Well, it wasn’t actually home, it was just a flat where Florence was staying until she was done shooting. You guys were all over each other as soon as you got there. Kissing and touching, making up for the lost time. But with Billie present, demanding Florence’s attention as well, you couldn’t do much more.

Florence wanted to cook for you. She wanted the both of you to feel at home. So she made one of her favourite recipes, which was obviously delicious. Florence's cooking abilities were like heaven itself. During dinner she told you the things she could about the movie she was working on, how excited she was to work with Greta Gerwig, since she was a remarkable film director. You listened to every word she said carefully, not getting enough of her raspy low voice you’d been missing for a whole month. You told her about your work, that you asked for a week off so you could do this trip. How the idea came to your mine all because of Billie, which upon hearing her name started to howl. You both laughed at her.

After dinner, you were the one cleaning everything up, since she did the cooking and you didn’t mind washing the dirty dishes. There was something relaxing about washing the dishes for some reason. You actually zoned out, lost in your own thoughts about how much you had been missing her, how badly you craved her. Florence noticed the shift in you right away. 

“What’s up in that head of yours?” she asked softly in your ear, her arms around your waist. 

“I was just thinking of how much I had been missing you,” you chuckled. 

“And how much is that?” she said as she buried her head in the crook of your neck, leaving small bites and kisses here and there. 

“Oh, you have no idea,” your head lifting upwards giving her more access to your sensitive skin.

“Then show me,” you could hear the grin on her face even though you weren’t facing her. 

You quickly washed your hands, turned the water off, turned around and smashed your lips against her. You could taste the wine in her mouth, making you feel a little bit dizzy. But it didn't compare to how she made you feel. You felt the butterflies in your stomach erupt, heat creeping all over your body. It was as if it caught up to you all that time being away from her. Missing her in every way possible. 

You two made your way to your now shared bedroom and made uo for the lost time.

[...]

You ended up in her arms for the rest of the night. Her holding your waist tightly as if never ever letting you go again. It was the first time in a month that you two could actually get some rest. You felt at ease with her being this close to you. That was what you had been missing, those little moments when it was just you and Florence. The rest of the world didn't matter, it was just the two of you. And Billie, of course, who was sleeping at Florence’s feet. 

[...]

For the rest of the week, Florence’s castmates and crew could tell that something had changed in her. She was less stressed, she appeared more rested and she wasn’t on her phone as much as she used to. They soon realised that you were the reason why once you showed up on set trailing behind her and Harry. 

They all immediately knew that you were Florence’s girlfriend. They already knew how you looked, since Florence was constantly showing you off, but it wasn’t your face that gave you away. It was the fact that Florence couldn’t get her hands nor her eyes off of you. 

Which everyone thought was really cute and hilarious. Especially Harry, who would constantly tease Florence about it. But they were all happy that she was back to her regular self. 

When you left, everyone thought that Florence would go back to her grumpy self, but she actually didn’t. She knew the shooting was almost done, so she was just counting the days to see you again. Only one more week and she could wake up to your cute snoring face.

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