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[domsaysstuff]

Steve's kindness is, like all self-taught one, a mirage of borrowed expressions, a collage of habits picked from people he loved, a bit stilled but eager and well-meaning, sometimes a bit chopped at the sides, a growing want to let the good feelings out in front of the right people.

Eddie liked to sometimes watch him and find all the signs of other people in him, try to match them up to right people.

He would watch and think - this is Nancy's stubbornness to never give up on people and Dustin's loyalty, he would see him trying to give advice to Dustin and see Johnathan's akward pep-talks to Will. The way he would always try to have snacks for the kids screamed both Joyce's and Mrs. Henderson motherly kindness. His willingness to sit in silence, a steady presence, when somebody needed it shined with Will's warmth. How he fights for the people he cares about, letting his meaness be a defense for them all, a barier and a shield similar to Max's snark.

And whenever he found himself to be the matching person? It made him feel loved, so fucking loved and seen that he would choke on it.

Eddie sometimes would make a game out of it, to found the matching puzzle whenever Steve's kindness shone (and it was a lot of the time). It was always someone from the party and he would always find himself with a strange fond warmth whenever he realized who it was. And usually he was good at it, it wasn't really hard when he loved and knew all those people too

There were exceptions though. The first one was Robin and it wasn't for the lack of Eddie's knowledge and love for her and moreso because of the whole RobinandSteve being always so SteveandRobin, never really separate. Whatever was Steve's was also Robin's, their clothes, habits or sometimes even their smiles shone in the same way. They were mismatched in a funny melted together sort of way, his kindness was her and hers was his and it was hard to difference between the two when even they didn't know where one ended and the other began, they traded traits like they traded clothes, wore them bright pink socks with yellow soft sweater, a joke to cheer you up with a soft you can tell me anything in the same breath.

He didn't really knew whose kindness it was the innate one that must have been deep within Steve before he let it shine or Robin's. He didn't think it would really matter anyway, they would trade it between themselves like shiny cards anyway.

The other one was a smile. An unique one, one that Eddie swore he saw somewhere before and that lacked the freckles and a missing teeth except noone in the party had these two traits, at least not as Eddie knew them and he could never find that one puzzle. It was boyish and full of mischief, usually with a starry reflection in Steve's eyes.

The last one was a lift in his tone, the way he would make his voice honey-like sweet when he tells Robin her new haircut suits her or El's new shirt brought out her eyes. The intonation always made Eddie think of bubble gum and sugared summers.

He couldn't place the last two to nobody. At least not until Steve told him about Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins.

Obviously Eddie knew about them, but Stevie didn't talk about how they are. But how they used to be.

"Sweet." he said while passing the joint they shared laying on Eddie's bed, pressed from shoulders to their ankles. "Carol used to be sweet, warm with the naive love only kids hold" Steve's eyes were looking out the window of Eddie's room, as if he could see the young version of them just outside playing childlish games. "and Tommy used to be wild. But not like bad wild, more like he was always chasing trouble, adventure. Like kids do."

And Eddie couldn't see it, not with how the world twisted them into different people, cruel. More cold, all sharp teeth and autumn's rain.

Except he could, he could in Steve's special smile and the sound of his voice, he could see it and he could see the love that Steve Harrington had for them.

"They're douchebags now," he said when Eddie voiced it out loud "but I did loved them once, sometimes I feel like I've never stopped, they just... Grew out of my love, grew into something I couldn't."

It should be strange, to love something someone isn't anymore, but to Eddie it just spoke of the way Steve Harrington threw himself into love, how he never really stopped loving and caring. It was admirable, it was so lovable and it was so Steve-like. Earnest in the sweetest way.

It made sense that Steve Harrington would love people even through his expression of it.

[rs-hawk]

Dragon Queen wearing you as a cock sleeve as she negotiates a treaty with the village who gave you up. You having to tell her to be kind to your people because they were scared of her and you were willing to give up your life for the people you love as her cock throbs and pulses inside of you. Her huffing and ultimately doing what you say because she might say you’re just a toy but she’s actually obsessed with you.

[xochimillilili]

Soft loving sex without pentatration is so fucking wonderful. Pumping and stroking each other, as I bite and kiss his lips, making his laughs melt into moans~ Teasing at how easy he is to excite, how messy he already is as if I'm not wet and throbbing, sitting in a small puddle of my own cum already—whispering lewd fantasies and ideas to him as we pant and moan and groan

Biting him as we cum, as I bring out some toys, seeing his eyes light up, both of us whining and whimpering as I overstimulate us with them, all twitchy and stupid, to the point we're both pathetic cum sluts and dumb in the head

[justivik]

; yandere! italian boyfriend x fem! reader

english isn't my first language

You have been in a relationship with Matthew for 7 months. You have lived very nice moments like going out to fancy restaurants or cooking together on a Saturday night, no doubt you felt very lucky to have him by your side but there was something that caught your attention about him.

His pathological jealousy.

He would tell you that he trusted you but not others, it seemed like all day long he was suspicious of all the men and even women who surrounded you and maintained a friendship with you. It seems like an endless loop when you two fight, it was always suspicions on his part against you. The two of you would fight, make up and end up getting intimate. Almost like that Katy Perry song; you loved your boyfriend and you were determined to put an end to that intense jealousy so you could have a stable relationship…. Or that was your idea. You two went back to the same fight with the same theme, his distorted suspicions showing with every word and look he directed at you.

“Understand me, coure mio. I feel that your new coworker is trying to flirt with you, I've seen how he looks at you and how he tries to have some friction with you and that makes me feel…. disgustato!” He shouted whispering the last word so as not to attract the attention of the next door neighbors, with his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw tighter.

“He has no other intentions, Matt. He's already engaged to his partner and he was just being nice.”

“Being nice, being nice! You're lying! He was looking at you with other intentions and his touches were not friendly. No touch from a man who is not me is friendly.” He said.

You watched as he brought his left hand to his face with an annoyed sigh, his eyelashes pointing downward as his lips traced inaudible whispers. You stood in silence as Matt tried to calm his fit of jealousy, his hands clenched and his jaw went back to the same tense state. He sat down on the couch closer and looked at you, his sweet eyes were now darkly bitter, he opened his lips to say something again.

“Ti amo, e ho bisogno che tu mi capisca that he is not a good man, stay away from him and don't talk to him anymore. He is not a good influence and look at the problems he is bringing.”

You love it when he speaks Italian and he knows the power of saying sweet words to you in his native language. He knew how to manipulate you quickly and easily, making you nervous and blushing but this time you weren't going to let him, you were tired of the same arguments.

”He's not guilty of anything, Matt. Work on your fucking jealousy before we break up this relationship and we're more broken than anything.” You looked into his eyes and how they turned from angry to scared of losing you.

Desperate babbling was coming out of his mouth, head tilted from side to side in a no.

“If you leave me, I'd die! Don't think stupid things, coure mio.” He kept flattering you with words as soft as a rose but painful as its thorns.

“Stay with me, please. I love you, not anyone else. You!”

You felt Matthew's arms around your waist, his face on your stomach and his tears staining your shirt. You sighed deeply and then stroked his messy hair and promised him that you would never leave his side. This time your fight ended in something more than fucking…It all happened so fast, but you were glad your fight didn't last more than an hour. You would have to do a lot of work with your boyfriend on his jealousy and insecurities.

“I'll never leave you, honey”

My first post & open request!!!

[bagerfluff]

Men with long hair

SFW & NSFW imagines about one of the most beautiful things in the world, men with long hair.

Topdom Male Reader - Subbot Male Character

SFW

Imagine: Running your hands though his hair. Being able to run your hands up and down forever, feeling the soft locks glide though your fingers. Twirling it around and playing with it when he lays in your lap or rest his head on your shoulder.

Imagine: How nice it would be to bury your head on his hair. The shampoo and conditioner smells so nice, it fit him just right. You would lay your face on his pillow that his hair was spread out on just to smell his hair.

Imagine: His hair blowing in the wind. It was beautiful to watch his hair dance in the wind. It blew the hair out of his face and made it perfect to see his face, the hair highlighted his face shape, you wanted to be windy forever.

NSFW

TW: Masochism

Imagine: Pulling on his hair during sex. Dick buried deep inside of him, back arched and ass up, you didn't like that. So you reached forward and grabbed his hair, pulling it and him up. He'd let out the sluttest moan from the pai. Now back to chest with you, yet to still held his hair to hard that his scalp was burning.

Imagine: Choking him with his own hair. You grab his hair and shove it in his mouth. He chokes and salivates on his hair as he keep it down there. His hair is all over his mouth and he hates it, or that's what he says, but the way he tightens around you has you thinking other wise.

Imagine: Making him cum just from playing with his hair. You just tug in it and pull, yet he moans and ruts against anything as you do it, what a whore. You call him names like masochist, slut, whore, after all. He just came and all you did was play with his hair.

[thehauntedetheral]

Yandere Enemies to Lovers

Requests are open!

• You and yan were detectives at x police station. You hated each other more than anything. The whole station knew this. You both were like cat and mouse chasing, teasing, mocking, always arguing with each other. You both were like a free entrainment to watch for your colleagues and senior.

• The whole station knew it was a recipe for disaster from scratch when your senior assigned you two together on a case for fake pretending to be a couple in a wedding and not any wedding but the wedding of a drug dealer's daughter where you both will be surrounded by mafia, underworld , corrupt powerful people. One mistake and you both are dead.

• The whole station has bet so much money on your failure that you decided no matter what happens you are gonna successfully complete this mission and prove all people wrong and take that money. The only problem? Your partner yan detective is a pain in ass.

• "I can do this without screwing up" you chanted many times in your mind while standing at the venue parking smoothing out your beautiful pink silk dress you had wear for your facade waiting for yan to arrive.

• Yan arrived in a few seconds wearing a dashing black suit, hair set, looking handsome. "You ready my lady?" He asks coming towards you with a huge grin. Making you glare at him.

• "You don't like my lady? What about my love?" He said teasing you. While you ignored his words and started walking towards the venue were wedding was going to take place.

• Yan put his hand on your back and started leading you forward. You looked at him and he just whispered " in loving boyfriend character". You just nodded.

• "I swear to god yan. This is important. One mistake and I will pull out my gun from holster and shoot you." You said entering the hall and taking your seat beside him.

• "Lovely. I like my woman being dominant and feisty" he whispered in your ears his hot breathe tickling your neck his faces inches away from your making you all red while he just chuckled. Definitely playing and teasing you around you thought and started paying attention to the guest present and looking for your target.

• The ceremony ended and the whole crowd was shifted to another hall for reception. Yan Detective has been working with the drug dealers, mafia people as one of their group's people undercover for months hence everyone knows him and were talking to him as a part of family. While you just stand beside him giving nervous smile. Well you were never a people's person. He is really good with people you thought. You on other hand are new and meeting them today for first time as his fake date.

• You observed how even talking with many people he never left go you. He would always touch you whether holding your hand, his hand wrapped around your waist, or behind your back. Kissing your temple or cheeks and smiling when someone says How good you two look together. He was really into character you thought.

• An grandpa flirted with you while yan said "Grandpa I respect you but stop flirting with my woman." Making everyone laugh.

• He was separated from you by some people for some separate chat when an women in her early forties came to you gushing " Oh my god you are even more pretty than yan described" the lady said complementing.

"I am sorry what?" You asked confused.

"I am sorry I just talk to much when I am excited. Well that dear boyfriend of yours always talk about you with so much love and admiration and I have to admit that you are pretty just as he said. Beautiful long hairs, pretty eyes and an adorable face." She said but excused herself when someone called for her.

Wait a second!! You were assigned to this case with him two days ago so why he has been talking about you with love and admiration long before? Pretty eyes? Adorable face? Is this the same yan colleague of yours or mafia kidnapped him and send you a duplicate one? What does all of this means?

You looked at yan seeing his tall handsome self still talking with the group of men which took him. Is it possible that he likes you? You thought but soon threw that idea out of your mind thinking it might be one of his pranks on you again.

Your senior informed you through your ear piece in disguise of earring telling you yan has collected enough evidence and the team outside the hotel is ready to enter and strike now. "Be ready officer." He said before cutting off.

You feel yan being beside you now and whispering "You got the message from senior?"

You simply nodded looking forward not ready to look in his eyes.

The door burst open with your team surrounding every exit and screaming to surrender and to get down on floor. You took your gun from your holster hidden under your dress and pointed at them while yan detective doing the same with a evil grin as everyone was surprised to get to know he was from police side. He really played well as his character.

After some screaming, cursing, bullets flying your team arrested most of them some ran but you were satisfied with the people you guys catched.

After everything under wraps You got to your senior and thanked him for putting you on this case as it will definitely increase the chance of your bonus. But your senior's words shocked you. "You should thank Yan Detective. I told him he can take anyone with him. It was all his plan. He chose you not me."

You got of his office and moved towards your table before taking a peek at yan detective on his table working. Thinking " Is it true? That this man might like me?" Well as a good detective one thing is sure you are gonna find out the true feelings of yan detective about you no matter what it takes.

Oh baby you have no idea how badly this man is bad for you. He teases, argue, pranks, fight with you just to get your mere attention. This man will do anything to get your attention. Good luck with finding out about his feelings for you!

Want part 2? Let me know through comments.

Requests are open!

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[lovelylambi]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 † . ☥

warnings — nsfw, hierophillia, sacrilege, religious themes, corruption kink, blasphemy, finger fuk¡ng, prohibition, overstimulation, subordination, dacryphillia . *

this is my first written smut so enjoy as i wrote is as best as i could ♡

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

The night was rainy in the midst of the night. You arrived to the empty candle lit cathedral, expecting nobody but you. Not a single soul was seen as the rows of seats sat ghostly empty. You were all alone, alone to pray, except you weren't alone, the priest's figure stood ominously, turned away from you.

Every time you'd visit your sermons, you'd always meet his gaze, a sinful feeling of shame lingered everytime you had thought about him. The way his roman cassock suited him as he'd stood there, speaking his sermonic lectures, his image had lingered even after you went home. You knew you had to repent your sins, as it had consumed you. A confession you'd regret but had too for the lord to not make you crave a sinful consumption of guilt and shame, to be forgiven for such impurities.

Your heels tapped against the marble floor beneath you as you walked closer towards the stage of the church. Surrounded you was empty abyss that occupied the rows of seats. The Priest was turned away, lighting candles and praying away as the lights dimly lit the whole cathedral, his figure casting a shadow onto the walls.

The cathedral was hauntingly quiet. Faint organs played when nobody was even there, you can almost hear the dead saints singing a choir. You walked closer, creeping behind the priest until he gazed behind his shoulder, soon turning around, fully meeting your innocent eyes. His tall dark figure stood there while you fiddled your hands together. He scanned you up and down, noticing your quiet timidity. "Father..." You softly gulped down as you felt your throat tighten. He spoke softly while the shadows had caressed his face. His face, soft and comforting, but also cold and emotionless. "Yes my child?" His voice echoed throughout the church, it was authoritative and soft. His hazeled eyes were just as soothing as his words. He slowly blinked at you, his gaze almost staring through your soul. Despite his words being gentle, a hint of danger dwelled in his eyes. You couldn't help but to melt as his scent filled your perimeter, it smelled of subtle incense and cologne. "I – I have something I need to confess, father...." You timidly spoke. His presence seeped into you like a knife. He spoke soft and warm, almost tempting and soothingly haunting, "You do?" The Priest had a strong aura about him that you just didn't even have the mind to back away. You stood before him with your knees trembling, and you could feel his gaze scanning you.

The Priest gently shuts a bible in his hand and places it onto the podium. He then stepped backward, gesturing for you to follow him inside a dark, empty confession booth. His footsteps echoed into the dark booth. You could feel his presence lingering behind the wall, the air felt heavier in there somehow, almost suffocating with the guilt and shame of sin. You didn't know if you'd want to leave while you still can. His presence alone just caused you to quiver at the thought him. He closed the booth and stood there, leaning forward. His shadow casted across over the wall, you couldn't help but stare at his outline. With only the sound of his faint breath, with a sheer wooden windowed–wall separating you, you could hear him quietly utter. "What do you have to confess my child...?" His voice soft. "I have been thinking sinful things... father... things I might not be forgiven for." You spoke in shame. You could feel the guilt loom over you like a shadow. "Sinful things?" His voice echoes out softly, you felt his gaze wander on you like a sharp arrow in the darkness. You couldn't help but to feel your breathing become heavy.

Even if he was the priest and was meant to protect you from sin, the thought of him being alone with you made your heart beat. But you also couldn't help that the sensation was somewhat soothing... but it was wrong, it fueled inside your bones like a disease... "Yes..." You clenched your legs together while you grasped the lining if you skirt as you sat there. You could feel the sinister thoughts not going away, as if god was almost listening. "And what are these sinful thoughts lingering inside of you..?"

"You..." You suddenly spoke of it, the humiliation of coming forward. You almost wanted to cry as you perch your head down in shame and guilt, for someone who's to forgive your sins, you felt an immense burden as it was your own priest that you were sinning for. "Tell me my child..." You were nervous, the thought of what he would do now was worrying. You worried about how he saw you now, as you were an impure girl, not to you, but to him also. You'd always see him at church, but now you see him in a much more sinister light. "What is it that you've thought.. ?"

"I – I can't say, father." Your voice almost plead with a sharp breath. His voice slowly drifted out again and was now more menacing. "Tell me." You felt like a criminal. He knew that the more you'd keep it in, the more guilty you'd feel. Your breathing was getting heavier, it was becoming harder to confess under his gaze. Your legs felt weak. Was this wrong? He was a priest devoted to god. Your voice fell in desperation, "Father.... I want do die for how I am sin itself..."

The Father leaned forward the booth's window, listening carefully to what more you had to say. The only noise was your trembling voice speaking through the gaps of the booth. Your hands clenched tightly together on your lap, hoping for forgiveness, hoping to be cleansed from your sins. He listened intently, soft and calm he was. His gentle voice filled the booth once again, "The lord forgives you dear child..." He was remorseful.

"Father... I repent..." You plead with a soft cry. His voice was deep as he kept leaning in closer. "Now that you've confessed your sins.. you must atone for them."

"Atone them..?"

His voice lowered into a deep whisper. You felt your body grow hotter by the second as he spoke. "Yes... atone..." The way he said it made it sound as if you were about to be punished... you felt even more nervous now, you almost couldn't take it... "Repenting is one thing, but the Lord does not forget easily. You will have to make up for it my child, or else the Lord will not forgive you." You felt yourself shiver at the sound of his words. "How will I... father." You spoke soft and sincere to him. His voice was full of authority, he knew exactly how to get a little lamb full of sin and somber to shiver. "Repentance requires atonement. The only way to truly repent for your sin is through me..."

"And how exactly.." You softly murmured. Listening carefully through the other side, it was cold and silent, as if he wasn't there at all. "Father....." You spoke out once again. No answer...

Soon the door swung open, revealing the dark figure of the mysterious priest. You flinched at his sudden appearance. He gestured you step out of the confessional booth, stepping aside. You brush past his way and followed him towards the stage of the church. The Priest came to a stop near a marble slab table, columns vertically placed onto the sides. The big gothic glass pane window ominously glowed an almost reddish.

You stood in front of him, wondering what he wanted. What you needed.. "Get on your knees..." He demanded. Abide by his command, you knelt to the cold bare floor on your bare knees. "Pray..." It was almost a threatening command.

You prayed for the sins to be forgiven as you closed your eyes and placed your palms together in prayer.

You prayed. Hoping for forgiveness. It was all you could do for the sin you had confessed. The candle flames dancing against you. You fluttered your eyes innocently up towards the priest, your eyes sparkling with the candle lit flames. Praying for any saint that would listen to you and spare you from the sin as you and the father's eyes conjured, his gaze watching your every move as you worshipped for forgiveness. He watched from above like the sinister thoughts you've thought about, it was no different. You closed your eyes and spoke, "Lord, I am a sinner, forgive me for I have sinned before you. Wash away my sin, purify me, and help me turn away from this sin....." You sincerely repented, words slipping softly out of your tongue. You opened your eyes once more, his grimace gaze filled you again. "The lord forgives child, but in this world of impurities, I have not, not quite yet.." He spoke coldly. You slowly stood up, wondering why the prayer hasn't satisfied him.

"Father....?" You questioned. He gently grabbed you by the shoulders and backed you up against the edge of the marble table, his presence looming over you, entrapping you against your will. He didn't dare touch you, not yet.

As stared at you closely, you knew he was about to do something sinful for he is a priest... Yet you felt no remorse. You were his sacrificial lamb to kill. He leaned in, making you more nervous than you already were. His lips merely inches away, you couldn't help but flutter your eyes to his lips. You were in desperation, he was giving you something you wanted, desired. You felt the resurgence of your fantasies, you couldn't help it, he was taunting you. You couldn't take it anymore.

Soon, you couldn't help yourself, as you leaned your lips closer and closer, your lips softly latched onto his like a desperate puppy. His lips devoured yours relentlessly. He grasped his hand on the nape of your neck. There was a taste of chocolate, a sweetness lingering. His lips tasted of salvation that was soon filled with sin. You were now his. You couldn't help but moan for more to consume you, to drown you and take control of your body. To lose you in his lips. His body pressed against yours tightly. The candles danced against the shadows that surrounded him.

You were all his to worship. All his to cleanse. You began to shiver as you unlatched your lips from his, gently pushing him away. "This is all wrong....." The prohibition of it all made you crave for more. It was taboo as you were abide by a man of god. "Forgive me father... I beg you..." You switch between both of his eyes. You were in the sick of it all, as you begged for his redemption. You knew you couldn't redeem yourself anymore, as you had sinned worse than your own thoughts. His face was almost warm and expressional, his eyes giving away lust. "Let the lord forgive me.... I'll do anything... father." You pleaded. "Anything?" The Priest says low and hypnotic. "Yes...." You gave in.

He smirked softly. Your obedience was all he wanted. With just one more step, his lips would finally surge yours once more. His fingers almost reached your lips but didn't. He kept playing the game of your obedience, enticing your innocence and virtue. His voice grew lower. He was almost whispering his words. "Would you do anything and everything I ask of you without hesitation.....?"

You shook your head hesitantly as he slowly wrapped his hand around the nape of your neck once again, softly gasping a sharp breath from his touch. He was merely inches away from your lips. You felt almost lost in the temptation once again. Those warm and gentle lips only the father possessed, was meeting yours once more. You softly whimpered underneath your breath, your palms clenching the table tighter as they soon travelled along his chest, you could feel the remnants of the cross on his neck, making you feel more guilty as you felt his tongue against yours.

The Priest's soft and gentle hands lingered onto your waistline as he kept his mouth against yours, you could almost faint from your delicate and sensitive touch as soft whimpers escaped.

The only thing that mattered now was your sins that were now about to be committed by the one who was supposed to cleanse it.

His soft touch around your waistline picked you up and placed you onto the marbled table, making you wrap your legs around the priest as you felt him against you. You were wrapped in the heat of the Father's body. His hot breath against your neck, his hands wandering around the curve of your waist.

He was taking control. He began to slowly travel his hand along your thigh, gently caressing his hand along your soft delicate skin. Your breath shuddered with each passing moment. Your moans grew into something more passionate as he reached his fingers higher and higher on your thighs, until he reached to your white linen underwear, you knew you were going to repent for life...

Your sudden shutter of soft moans spilled out of you as he touched you. It was almost sadistic with the way he gazed into your eyes. The Priest gave no mercy as he slipped inside of your underwear and mercilessly rubbed your cunt. Your body began to quiver. Nobody had touched you like this. You were his virgin mary, he knew he would make you pray for more.

He seeped his fingers in. Making you shutter your head backwards as you bit your lip. Your soft whimpering moans grew slightly more as he seeped his fingers more and more inside of you. The innocence you wore was an illusion, you were nothing but a a sinful girl that was taken advantage by the Priest. "More...." You pleaded, moaning in desperation. Grasping the black cloth of his clothes. He took in your request, sinking his fingers deeper and deeper inside the abyss of you, in and out of you. He could almost see tears in your eyes, knowing you wanted to cry because of the guilty pleasure you felt from the sins he was committing, making you the left ruins of a sacrificial lamb in his presence.

You were repenting to him, worshipping him as he made you lose control of all your senses, receiving uncontrollable pleasure from a man devoted to god. You felt yourself lose grip with each kiss you made. You were being cleansed in the ultimate sin. Sin which would send you to hell but you didn't care as the priest was only taking you there for his pleasure, you deserved it as you are the sin itself, you were a disgusting girl. You gasped out more whimpers, unlatching your lips from his suffocation. You started to feel overwhelmed at the pleasure, you wanted no more as you begged. "No more, please...." You softly cried out. He didn't care as he continued to finger you with no remorse, his fingers covered in your cum. He thought how impure you were to have to get wet at the priests touch ever so easily. You kept whimpering, wanting him to stop as you became overstimulated with sensation. His hands only travelled further inside of you as you begged him. You could feel the sensations of shame filling your body for your pleas for him to stop were nothing but begging for more to him. You were his to take. He could make you sin over and over again. Your whimpers was the sound of your repentance to his ears. Your pleas for him to stop were simply fuel to the flames that were burning inside you. You felt your mind slipping as he watched you orgasm, your legs quivering. You tried grabbing his wrist but he continued to pleasure you. You were losing yourself, the innocence was slipping through your fingers, the sins were consuming you. The pleasure was overwhelming you. You couldn't help it. The priest couldn't help it either. Each kiss was bringing you both towards the edge. Your whimpering cries becoming more uncontrollable as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

Soon his fingers slipped out of you as you then fall back against the top of the marble table, twitching as you clasped your knees together, your hands grasping at your pussy. The priest seemed to be done with his baptism. He blinked slowly as he was finally satisfied. He walked around the table, reaching to the other side where your head laid, he overlooked you from above as you notice him towering over you. "You're forgiven for all the sins....." He soon reached his wet cummed covered fingers slowly into your mouth. You whimpered as you didn't want to, but he insisted as this was part of your repentance. You licked them clean, quenching the taste of your own cum.

[luveternals]

pairing: none (because I don't know who to put since is 5am) rating: mature, MDNI. cw: a bad man tries to do bad things to a minor (or failed attempted SA), don't worry you save the day and there are no details. reader isn't human. incubi (or demons feeding on desire). a/n: I don't know what vibes the warnings give you but it's probably not that bad. probably. It 5am and I slept 3 hours, it's proof read, but I'm out of touch with the world. oh and yeah, this blog isn't dead :) heads up, i'm not gonna be active like at the start. what a surprise! i'd spend my life writing cringe in here if I could, but I need money. ~ ~ ~

It's past midnight, when you find yourself standing deep in the alley; the scent is so strong, you can smell it out here. You breath in and swallow the thick taste of sweet and spice that invades all your senses. Your tail twitches behind you, sharp and lethal, then slaps the floor, showing your growing tension. You step forward and shove back the sudden urge to slam the door open. The scent is stronger now, reaching deep inside your core and promesing a delicious meal.

It makes your skin crawl.

You stab your claws into the door handle and twist your hand, separating the cheap metal from the old wood with a single, smooth flick of your wirst.

The moment you push the door open, it creaks and your stomach growls. Hot desire and sweet arousal dominate the room latching deep into your hunger and pulling you closer, saliva pulling into your mouth. It tempts you to follow your instincts, to let your nature guide your will.

Disgusting.

There's a bang against a wall, on the floor above you, then someone groans. And your body moves before your brain can register the action. You rush up the stairs and bursts in the room at the end of the hallway. The scent is at its strongest here, and you see red.

There, deep in the room, a man stares at you from where he's hunched over a boy. You hiss at the sight and, with only a few quick strides, tear him away from the boy. You throw him across the room and onto the floor and bares your teeth at him. "You dare touch what's mine?" you growl.

He scrambles back, eyes wide in fear. The color has drained from his face, arousal and delight turned into terror and confusion. There's blood dripping on the floor under him. A similar, smaller stain dripping from your claws.

"Get lost! I see you again and I will make you choke on the very joke you have between your legs."

The filth stumbles onto his feet and runs out the door without a single word, pale and sweaty. When you know he's rushing down the stairs, you hope to hear him trip and fall and never get up.

You almost follow to make true of your threat, when a shaky breath from behind you catches your attention.

Your mind clears in an instant and the moment you whip around a thin body crashes into your chest, arms flying around your large body.

"I've got you," you whisper gently. You arms circle around the boy's frail form to pull him closer.

"I didn't mean to," he whimpers as he clings onto you.

"He's gone," you tell him as you caress his back with careful strokes.

"I didn't," he sobs, "mean to!"

"Hush, little one. I know," you pull away, just enough so you can cup his face with your hand, "it's okay, I know."

He lean against your touch, tears wetting your hand.

"Let's go home. Shall we?" you lean down and kiss his forehead.

He nods and, finally, finally, the two of you leave that hell of a place.

The boy is silent for most of the trip back, holding onto your arm for dear life. You arrive home and he climbs in your bed and you only wrap your arms around him and pull him in a tight hug without protest.

From that night on, you don't let him out of your sight. The boy goes on with his days as normally as he can, but his struggle to keep in control is as clear as day.

One morning, you find him hugging tightly at his pillow, squirming against it. He whimpers and humps against the pillow, eyes shining in shame when he notices he's not alone. He scrambles away and hides his face in his hands, when you step in his room and sit at the edge of his bed.

"I'm sorry," he sobs, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

You lean over the bed and reach for him to place a gentle hand on the top of his head. The boy flinched at the touch but doesn't pull away, "no, little one. This is who you are, now," you say. "Come here," you add and pat your leg.

The boy shifts and rubs the back of his hands over his eyes, wiping away the tears. He blinks up at you as you lifts him up and seat him on your lap. He leans against your chest and rest his head under your chin.

You hug him for a short moment, before you feel him shift restlessly. You stroke his hair and plant a kiss on the side of his head, "lay back in your bed," you whispers, "don't fight it. I'll come back in a bit to check on you."

The other shakes his head and grips on the front of your clothes, "I don't want to."

"The more you fight against it, the worst it'll get, child. Are you sure?"

A single sob slips out of his lips and he barely nods his head, "stay."

You try to shift but the other clings onto you with an iron grip. You coo at him and pet his head, then move again to lay down on the bed, with him on your chest.

The boy squirms and trembles against you as you two lay there until his body just gives up and he falls asleep, exhausted.

You cuddle him close, his small form pressed firmly against your chest. His body still has a long way before it stops developing, and you fear he might not get through it.

As an incubus yourself, you know how overwhelming and dangerous the hunger can be, and you can only imagine how it is for him. You were born a demon, while he has only just been turned into one against his will. He lived his life as a simple human and now he's going through his first hunger. Being a teenager doesn't help, the boy's hormones are unstable. You can only guess how his body was affected by it all.

He nuzzles his face against your chest in his slumber, a small whine coming out of his parted lips. You watches him sleep, caress your knuckles against the boy's soft cheek, and think. You know you will have to teach him how to feed on people's lust eventually, but you also know the other won't take it well. The boy is a child with a naive and innocent heart, and the thought of hurting or using people for his psrsonal needs scares him to no end.

The following days go on quietly. His hormones seem to settle and he is able to keep them at bay, for most of the time. You help him through the night, when his hunger grows stronger. You don't do anything but hold him close against your chest, whisper reassurance again his ear and and draw invisible lines against his back, but this, at least, seems to help.

Incubi feed only on human energy so the arousal of another demons doesn't affect them. But, the boy is not a pure-blooded, and this makes things different. He's not as tempting as any other pure human, but you make sure to feed yourself full before getting anywhere close to him, especially at night.

In the worse of the hunger, he would just hump a little against you. It shows you he has better control than you first imagined, so you simply stare at the ceiling and endure it for him. Because this is worse for him than it is for you. It's awkward and it makes you sick in the stomach, neither of you has the strength to face it, but it helps and you're not going to starve him. Human food helps only to a certain point.

During the day, the two of you travel with your heads bowed as you hunt down for the monster that ruined this poor boy's life. You have to keep away from the crowd, hiding in the woods or creeping through dingy alleys. You can see the frown on his face as you stir him away at the sound of people. He doesn't say, but it hurts him. You know. You can see it in the way he throws subtle glances over his shoulder, feel it in the way his feet's stumble when you guide him away from the voices. The loneliness that emanates from him tastes raw and bitter, and the desire in him is sickening sweet.

You slip a hand around his shoulders as you guide him gently to turn the corner, away from the people, away from the world.

Incubi don't hunt solely in the night, some people can't contain themselves even in the brightest of hours. You don't want another innocent person to turn into a lust-hungry leech because of him. You don't think the boy could survive the guilt.

× × ×

You tie a cloak around your neck but stop in the mid of adjusting the hood at the sight of your tiny companion.

"Get ready, child. It's time for us to leave," you say and pull the hood over your head.

"Okay," his soft tone has your full attention on him.

You sit next to him on the bed and place a gentle hand on top of his head, "I know this is more than overwhelming, but we need to be strong if we want to put an end to it."

"I can't do this," the boy whisper with a broken whimper, hands going up to wipe at his eyes.

"We will. I'm here to help you," you say, petting his head, "we'll find them and put an end to this all."

When he looks up at you, you are met with bright green eyes staring up at you. You have to look away for a moment, the sight somehow too overwhelming. When you turn back to him again, his gaze has only gotten more intense and you cup his face in your hands. "I will burn the world for you if I have to"

The smile that spreads across his lips is small and cautious and yet, but the hope that shines in his eyes makes his expression the spit image of the irritating grin his father flashed you the moment your growl meant for him was out of irritation and not of hatred.

You can almost hear his words ringing in your memories, "I know you care for me, pet."

You take the cloak that hangs from the back of the chair and pull it over the child's shoulder. You tie it around his neck and give him the tiniest smile, "remember what I told you the day after the accident?"

The child sighs but nods.

"We'll stop the bad guys from doing this to others and save the kingdom from doom. Make your father proud."

"Was he really a hero?"

You can't help but huff a chuckle. "The stories you hear about your father are not just fairytales. I should know, I was there."

"You fought in the Great War?" the boy blinks, "you never said."

You give him an hesitant nod and stand, your mind rushes with the memories of those days. A dark year for the kingdom. The end a painful millenia for you.

Your eyes fall onto the distracted and fidgety figure sitting on the bed. Your freedom came with a price.

"Hey, uncle," he says when he notices your eyes on him.

"Again with the uncle?" you sigh, exasperated.

"When will you show me it?"

You pause and look at him with an unreadable expression, "no."

"I'm not a child anymore and— and—"

"You're not a monster," you say, with a firm tone, tired of this conversation again, but ready to defend him from his self deprecating mind, again and again and again.

"Neither are you!" he shouts, only to sink in himself, eyes wide with horror at his own outburst. He drops his gaze onto the floor. "Neither are you…" he repeats softly, his voice no louder than an hesitant whisper. "I don't— I've never… I just want to see the real you."

His words render you speechless, but the moment the silence stretches for a minute too long, you turn to hide your money pouch inside the internal pocket of your cloak, only so you don't have to meet his gaze. "No."

He drops the topic as he always does. He's quiet, pensive and slightly pouty, but follows you out the room and out the building without protest.

You fetch your horse from the stables build on the side of the small tavern where you slept the night before, and have him climb on it as soon as you're out the gates.

A soul is like a compass for an incubus. The moment it makes a wish, desire sparks inside it and a demon like you can latch onto it and never let go. This is what made you dangerous during the war, what had people seek you and repel you in equal desperation. When an incubus is free to roam the lands no place is safe to hide.

Unless you can control yourself.

It's a rare skill, but it exists and you grit your teeth when you scent the air. The lead you've been following is faint either from distance of lack of strength. You're loosing them.

"Are you okay, uncle?" the boy asks and reaches as hand to grab the fabric covering your shoulder.

"Again with the uncle?" you ask, but it's soft and you reach up to give his knee a reassuring squeeze. "This way."

You lead his horse westward, the rising sun shining at your backs as you leave it behind.

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[queenbeewrites]

✨ Anal Pleasure ✨

She ties his hands behind his back, clamps his nipples, and pushes him on the ground,

she sits on her heels, lubes his hole, and inserts a squelching dildo, looking him right into his eyes. "You feel so full?"

"Isn't it such a good feeling? You wanted me to stuff you up after all"

[domsaysstuff]

Thinking of the doom romance of loving the hero. Like there's just this pain of sacrifice. You always want to die, you want to die a good death, lie your head on the heart of the world, hear it say you've done good and let it kill you. You love so wholly, so beautifully, so selflessly, you love the people you love the land, you love and you'll let love kill you. It's for the greater good is like a prayer for you. You want your death to mean something and you'll let your life mean nothing for it. You love the people, you love the land and you want to be good and I love you. I love you wholly enough to deny you the only thing you want. I will watch you fall upon the sword of this world again and again and again. I will love you and I will become selfish for it. You belong to this world and I'll never get more then what I've stolen of you. You are going to die and I'm going to watch you do it. You love me and it doesn't matter because you belong to the world and you want to die so it can live and I love you and I'm selfish so I'll deny you death, again and again and again. There is no version of this story in which you think your love for me is more important than the sacrifices you need to make and there is no version of this story in which I don't wish you would let the world burn. You want to do good and you want to die for it and I love you and I'll watch you do it. You love the people, you love the land and you'll die saving it. I love you so I'll let it kill us both.

[theotherwoman-emily]

Ghostface/Kindapping Dark Romance Prompt 🔪🤍

“Okay my little whore. I’ll give you to the count of ten. Run, hide, whatever suits you. If I find you I will fuck you while you squirm and scream to get away against the earth.”

My breathing was heavy as he rips the bag off my head. My eyes squint to adjust to the naturally dark night with storm clouds looming.

The lightning cracks through the sky and rumbles through the atmosphere. There was nothing around us but dark dense woods.

Why did it make my panties wet thinking about it?

This man had not only kidnapped me from my home, put a bag over my head, was wearing a Ghostface mask, and he had a knife to my breasts, his arm vise gripped around me, and he was threatening to rape me if I didn’t run and hide fast enough for him to get me.

I should be terrified. I knew with the lightning he would see me. I was only wearing an oversized shirt with a thin thong on. I was also barefooted.

His massive arms unwind off my chest and release me. He takes a few steps back.

“One.” His voice is deep and rugged. It sends heat pooling between my thighs.

It takes my fogged brain a second to catch up with his words when he starts counting down less than a millisecond after one.

“Two.”

Adrenaline spikes into my veins sending my gummy legs into action. I take off through the overgrowth, and under the low hanging branches.

“Three.” There’s a deep sense of thrill coursing through me straight to my core at the deepness of his voice.

The pain starts shooting up both my bare feet. I couldn’t see but I assume it’s thorns. I knew I had to push and keep going to get further.

Fuck. My breathing becomes labored but I don’t stop. Behind me I couldn’t hear the heavy foot falls of someone hot on my heels.

The lightning overheard was brief and shown very little of the path before me. I was almost completely blind in the night, my hands out before me, my legs moving carefully but as a decent pace.

I trip over an unseen limb free fall into the dark, my body hitting into the ground, rolling, before my body slams into a tree trunk.

I groan at the impact.

“Ten my little attention seeking whore.” I could hear the voice from beside me or behind me. The heavy boots. I was too tired initially to fight or ward him off as his hands gathered my ankles in a harsh grip and pulled me fully down to the ground. “Caught you.”

I could’ve kicked him, flailed, screamed, cried out, but I didn’t want to.

The fabric of my shirt was torn away, exposing my body to the dark of the night. My nipples harden as the chill of the wind perks them. My thong is also torn away from my pussy leaving me bare to him.

Fuck. I’d lost. But my body nor my mind seemed to mind or protest.

My head pounded at the impact my body had sustained from the tree and my body throbbed painfully.

I can hear a belt unbuckling, a zipper sliding down, and then the massive kidnapper leans over me with his massive frame, hooking my knee over his large hips and thrusts into me with one stroke. No warning. No hesitation.

I gasp as he filled every inch of my aching pussy.

[skateordiebitch]

BALCONY BLUES || D.F. x reader

summary: you and dominic are neighbors. you like to read books on your balcony, he likes to smoke cigarettes. you like quiet nights in, he likes to throw parties. but, as they say... opposites attract.

there's a little more than just neighborly affection brewing.

word count: 4.6k (damn)

me when i sit on my balcony and daydream....... that's how this story was born. and honestly i love it it's so cute. oh, to have a dominic fike stare at me from his balcony. anyways, enjoy! i only have like two more requests to do, so pls feel free to send moreeee <3

When you moved to California, you were looking forward to the quiet. Your apartment was modest, tucked into a complex that overlooked the ocean, with a small balcony you’d already claimed as your reading spot. 

You’d imagined peaceful weekends spent with a book and the distant crash of waves. 

It was exactly what you’d hoped for—except for one small complication: your neighbor, Dominic.

He was the opposite of what you were aiming for with your calm, coastal move. He had this habit of throwing loud parties every weekend, the music thumping through the walls and spilling out onto his balcony, the place he seemed to live when he was home. 

You noticed him on your first day, leaned back against the railing, a cigarette in hand, looking every bit like he owned the place.

And while you were trying your best to ignore him, you couldn’t quite deny the strange spark of interest you felt every time he looked your way. 

The two of you didn’t speak at first, not beyond the nods and the polite “hey” when you’d cross paths. Still, you felt his presence, especially in the evenings when you’d be on your balcony, tucked into a chair with your latest book, and he’d be out there too, leaning over the railing and occasionally glancing over.

He didn’t try to hide it either. 

Dominic looked at you openly, sometimes with the faintest hint of a smirk, like he was waiting for you to call him out. But you never did. 

You just kept reading, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

One night, when his usual party music pulsed into your living room, you sighed and headed out to your balcony, hoping for a quiet escape. 

But of course, there he was, leaning against the railing, cigarette dangling from his fingers, his eyes catching yours the moment you stepped outside.

"Well, hello, new neighbor," he said, flashing a grin. "What brings you to our quiet little paradise?"

You looked around, taking in the party remnants still strewn across his balcony—a few empty bottles, a speaker, a crumpled shirt tossed over a chair. The place screamed not quiet. You quirked a brow, a little smirk forming. 

"Quiet, huh?"

He laughed, unbothered by the observation. "What, you don’t like a little excitement?"

"Excitement’s fine. But I’m more of a ‘book and movie’ person than a ‘dancing til' midnight’ one," you replied, holding up the novel you’d brought out with you.

He leaned on the railing, flicking ash from his cigarette, clearly intrigued. "Let me guess, you’re one of those mysterious types, huh? All books, all quiet moments." He nodded toward your book, lips twisting into a teasing smile. "How romantic."

You rolled your eyes. "And you’re what? The loud, overconfident neighbor I have to put up with?"

He held his hands up, feigning innocence. "Hey, don’t judge me yet. I’ve been known to read, too, you know. Once or twice."

“Oh really?” you shot back, holding back a laugh. “What’s the last book you read?”

He laughed again, a little sheepish. “Alright, maybe it’s been a while. But if you’re up for sharing, maybe I could get into reading again.”

You scoffed. “I’d bet you’d fall asleep halfway through.”

“That a challenge?” His eyebrows lifted playfully. “Because I don’t back down from those. Trust me, new neighbor.”

—

From that night on, you fell into a routine. 

Most evenings, you’d come out with a book, and like clockwork, Dominic would make his way onto his balcony too. Sometimes he’d chat with you, other times he’d just sit there, stealing glances when he thought you weren’t looking. 

And little by little, you found yourself looking forward to those evenings—the way his voice drifted over, soft in the night air, and the way his laughter made your pulse quicken just a bit.

His weekend parties became something you learned to live with, even if they did get under your skin sometimes. 

But every now and then, in the middle of a particularly loud song or a burst of laughter from his friends, you’d catch him looking at you across the balcony, like he was daring you to join in.

—

Then one afternoon, you were lost in a book on your balcony when you heard a knock at your door. Surprised, you opened it to find Dominic standing there, hands in his pockets, an easy smile on his face.

“I noticed you’re not at your usual spot,” he said, nodding toward his own balcony. “Figured you might be taking a break from the whole… ‘reading alone’ thing.”

“Maybe,” you replied, crossing your arms. “And you decided to do what? Invite me to a party?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Actually, no. I was thinking of taking a walk down by the beach. Thought you might want to come along.”

You hesitated. He could be loud and a little obnoxious, and part of you still wanted that peaceful, book-filled weekend. But there was another part of you—a part that was curious, intrigued by the casual confidence with which he invited you out.

“Alright,” you said, trying not to smile too widely. “A walk. But if you bring out the speakers, I’m going back inside.”

He grinned, a spark of surprise in his eyes as he stepped back to let you grab your jacket. The walk to the beach was quiet, the two of you falling into a rhythm as the sun dipped lower in the sky. 

The silence was nice, comfortable in a way that you hadn’t expected, and by the time you reached the water, you found yourself relaxing around him.

“This is your spot, isn’t it?” he said, nodding toward the waves.

You glanced at him, surprised. “What makes you think that?”

“I’ve seen you down here a few times,” he admitted, his gaze steady, his tone quieter than usual. “You look… at home here.”

“Guess I do,” you said, shrugging. “I moved here for the quiet. Thought California would be, I don’t know… peaceful.”

He laughed. “… And then you got me as a neighbor. Must feel like a curse sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” you teased, though your smile softened as he looked at you. “But… maybe not all the time.”

The moment stretched out, your heart fluttering as his gaze held yours. 

He was different in this quiet, sunset-lit setting, his usual confidence tempered by something softer, more thoughtful. And for the first time, you felt like you were seeing him—really seeing him—beyond the parties and the noise.

From that day on, the dynamic between you shifted. 

He’d come out onto his balcony when you were reading, asking about your latest book or bringing you coffee on lazy Sunday mornings. Sometimes you’d go for another walk along the shore, talking about everything and nothing as the sun set around you.

The weeks slipped by, and soon enough, you were finding reasons to spend more and more time with him. 

He’d come over for impromptu dinners, always bringing some wild story or teasing comment. Sometimes, you’d even venture onto his balcony, sitting with him in the aftermath of his parties, listening to him ramble about his friends or music or whatever he was passionate about that night.

—

Dominic had a way of showing up unannounced, and you never minded. 

His knock on the door was always followed by that grin of his—half apologetic, half mischievous—like he’d just had an idea to make the night more interesting. 

And every time, you’d find yourself saying yes to whatever spontaneous plan he had, even if it was just an impromptu dinner.

He was leaning against your doorframe when you opened it one evening, a takeout bag in hand, his eyes alight with excitement.

“Hey, I brought Chinese. And I have a crazy story about Reed at the bar last night, and I swear he’s convinced he’s been haunted by a ghost for three days. It’s a mess."

You laughed, stepping aside to let him in. "You’re really the only person I know who could make a simple dinner into an event."

"That’s because I’m here for the drama," he said with a wink, strolling into your apartment as if it was his second home, which, at this point, it practically was.

Dinner was a laid-back affair, the two of you perched on the couch, tossing back takeout containers and halfheartedly watching a movie you weren’t really paying attention to. 

Most of the time, it was like that with Dominic—more about the company than the activity. 

You barely noticed when the food ran out or the movie ended. You were too caught up in his stories, his hands gesturing wildly as he described whatever outrageous thing had happened to him that day. 

At one point, you had to pause him mid-story. "Wait," you interrupted, smirking. "You’re telling me Reed thinks a ghost followed him home from a Halloween party last year?"

He nodded, eyes wide with mock seriousness. "He was practically in tears. I swear, he won’t leave his apartment alone now. I had to convince him the ghost probably has better things to do than haunt a guy who wears socks with sandals."

You burst into laughter, and Dominic joined in, his carefree chuckle filling the room like it always did. 

The next few minutes passed in comfortable silence, with only the sound of music softly playing from the speakers. 

You leaned back on the couch, your feet tucked underneath you, and found yourself staring at Dominic. 

It wasn’t the first time you’d noticed how effortlessly attractive he was, but tonight, it hit you in a different way. His scruffy hair was falling into his eyes, and his lips—those damn lips—had a playful smirk that made you wonder how you hadn’t kissed him yet. 

But you couldn't quite figure out why you hadn’t. It was complicated, like everything with Dominic always seemed to be.

You cleared your throat, brushing away the thought. 

"You know," you said, pulling your legs up onto the couch, "I didn’t expect you to be one for spontaneous dinners. I thought you were more of the ‘grab a burger on the way home’ kind of guy."

Dominic grinned, stretching his arm along the back of the couch casually. "I am," he said, "but sometimes it's nice to get out of my own head. And when I can’t convince my friends to have dinner with me, I come to you." His gaze softened for a moment, and his voice dropped slightly. "You’re the only person who doesn’t look at me like I’m the chaos walking through the door."

Your heart did a little flip at his words. "I like the chaos," you replied, your voice quieter than before.

Dominic tilted his head, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper, something he didn’t usually let slip in front of others. 

But before either of you could say anything more, he pushed up from the couch, grabbing his jacket and the empty food containers. 

"I think I’m gonna head to my balcony," he said casually, giving you a sideways glance. "Wanna join? It's not exactly a party, but... it's the best view in the building."

You nodded, feeling an involuntary smile tug at your lips. "Yeah, sure. I’ll be out in a second."

The balcony was quieter than usual tonight—no party chaos, no loud music or chattering voices. Just the sound of distant cars and the occasional crash of waves from the beach below. 

Dominic leaned against the railing, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he stared out at the city lights. You stood beside him, your arms crossed over your chest, just watching him, feeling that familiar tension settle between you.

"You know," he said suddenly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence, "I love this view. But I think I might like it more when you're out here with me." 

His words were soft, genuine, and for a moment, he wasn’t Dominic, the wild party host. He was just a guy, caught in the same quiet moment you were.

You raised an eyebrow, not sure if he was joking or serious, but the look in his eyes was so sincere it made your chest tighten. "You’re full of surprises, you know that?"

He laughed, exhaling a puff of smoke and brushing it aside. "I try to be. Life’s better when you’re unpredictable."

"Yeah, but," you added with a teasing smile, "you’re the only one who doesn’t have a filter. Makes things interesting."

He turned to face you, his posture relaxed but his expression more serious now, as if he was carefully choosing his words. "It’s easy with you. You don’t try to make sense of everything I do. You just let me be... me."

You felt your heart race a little faster, his words hitting somewhere deeper than you expected. You nodded, suddenly feeling vulnerable under the weight of his gaze. "I think that's what I like most about you."

The silence stretched between you, but this time it didn’t feel awkward. It felt... right.

Dominic took one last drag from his cigarette and dropped it into the ashtray. Then he took a step closer to you, his eyes searching yours. "I don’t say it much, but I’m glad you’re here," he said softly.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your chest. "Me too."

The night stretched on in a haze of quiet conversation and stolen glances. 

And as you sat together on his balcony, you knew this wasn’t just another casual hangout—it was something more. Something you weren’t quite ready to label, but couldn’t deny was happening between the two of you. 

Slowly, but surely.

—

And then on one Friday, you’d just settled into a new novel when Dominic leaned over, his elbows resting on the railing. "So, big plans for the weekend?" he asked, flashing that familiar smile.

You shrugged. "Same as always. Just me, my book, and TV.”

He feigned shock. "No wild plans? No... secret parties in there?" He nodded toward your apartment, his voice teasing.

"Some of us enjoy a peaceful life," you shot back. "Not everyone throws ragers every Friday night."

"Ouch. You wound me," he said, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. "But, hey, just for the record, tonight’s party’s invitation-only. But I could make an exception."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Sorry to disappoint. I don’t think I’d fit in with your crowd."

"Oh, I don’t know," he said, a twinkle in his eye. "You might surprise yourself."

“I haven’t been to a party in ages, Dom,” You say, watching him spark with even more excitement.

“Perfect! Then you’re coming to mine.”

—

You had no intention of actually attending Dominic's party. 

But somehow, your friends that were invited had convinced you to tag along, and now you were here, tucked against a wall in his dimly lit apartment.

Watching the lively crowd fill every corner of his place, music pulsed through the walls, echoing off the high ceilings, and the familiar scent of Dominic’s cologne mingled with the laughter and voices all around.

You were handed three shots of tequila, back to back, and now permanently glued to the corner, away from the chaos. 

You hadn’t even expected Dominic to notice you were here, but just as you were starting to wonder where he was, you felt a hand gently press against the small of your back. 

You turned, and there he was—his grin wide, his eyes lighting up the moment they met yours.

"Well, look who finally made it to one of my parties," he said, leaning close so you could hear him over the music. His voice was low, a teasing smile pulling at his lips. "And here I thought you were all talk about being ‘too quiet’ for nights like this."

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "I’m just here to make sure your guests don’t destroy the building!”

"Oh, so you’re keeping an eye on me, huh?" His hand lingered on your back, his fingers tracing small circles there. His touch was warm, grounding in a way that felt electric and impossible to ignore. "You’re cute when you’re pretending not to have fun."

You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Who says I’m pretending?"

He hands you another shot as he pours himself another one; And from the looks of it, he’s had way more than you. 

“Cheers! To… whatever we got going on here,” He says, as you raise the shot glass.

“To whatever we got going on,” The two of you laugh as you feel that god-awful stinging sensation travel down your throat.

“This is the most I’ve drank in a long time!” You giggle, “I forgot how fun this is!”

“Mhm, so maybe you should come to these more often, then.”

“Maybe…” You say as you watch him stare into your eyes and then looking at you, up and down, “Stop staring at me!” You laugh.

He chuckled, slipping his other hand around your waist, pulling you just a little closer. “It’s so hard to not stare you when you look this good.”

Your face flushed under his gaze, the teasing glint in his eye sending a shiver through you. 

“I thought you wouldn’t even notice my existence at these things,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant even as your pulse quickened.

“Oh, trust me. I always notice you,” he murmured, his voice lower now, meant just for you. His eyes were intense, his gaze tracing your face, lingering on your lips before he met your eyes again. “And tonight? You’re making it really hard not to.”

You swallowed, suddenly aware of the minimal space between you and Dominic. 

It was thrilling, that tension lingering in the air, as if the two of you were the only people in the room. And then he leaned closer, his voice a soft murmur near your ear.

"Can I get you another drink? Or would that just give me another excuse to stay by your side?"

You smiled, tilting your head to look at him. "Maybe that’s what I was hoping for."

A look of surprise flickered across his face, and then his lips pulled into a smirk, clearly delighted by your response. 

He didn’t move away as his hand slid down to rest at your waist, his thumb brushing against your hip. “Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’ll show you a good time.”

Your eyes met his, daring him. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Something shifted in his expression then, a flicker of heat, of something more. 

His hand on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you flush against him, and you could feel his warmth seeping into you. 

The room, the crowd, everything else seemed to fade into the background as he looked down at you, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile that was equal parts flirtatious and dangerous.

He dipped his head, brushing his lips close to your ear. “You know, I was starting to think you’d never come to one of these,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “But now that you’re here… I don’t think I’ll let you out of my sight.”

You let out a breathy laugh, trying to keep your cool despite the way he was looking at you. “I thought you had a hundred guests to entertain.”

“Oh, I do.” He flashed you a grin, leaning in closer. “But none of them are you.”

His hands slipped around your waist, guiding you into the flow of the party. 

He kept you close, weaving through the crowd with a protective edge, and you couldn’t help but notice the way other people glanced over, curiosity and maybe even a little envy in their eyes. 

Dominic, however, didn’t seem to care about anyone else—he only had eyes for you.

He led you out to the balcony, where the cool night air hit your skin and gave you both a moment to breathe. He leaned against the railing, his gaze never leaving you as you looked out at the city lights. 

You turned to face him, realizing how close you still were. He didn’t back up, didn’t pull away. 

His hand brushed your cheek, and there was something softer in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. 

"You truly are full of surprises, you know that?" he murmured, his thumb tracing lightly over your cheekbone.

"I could say— have said— the same about you," you whispered, your voice barely audible, caught between a smile and something more. The playful banter was gone now, replaced by a feeling that felt so much heavier, more real.

He tilted his head, his gaze dropping to your lips, and then, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and soft, yet brimming with restrained intensity. 

His hand slipped around to the back of your neck, holding you close, and you melted into him, your fingers curling into his shirt as he deepened the kiss, each moment igniting something new between you.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath, his hand still tangled in your hair. 

"I knew this would be bad for me,” he murmured, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You laughed softly, brushing your fingers over his chest. "Then why did you invite me?"

"Because I like you too much to watch you from a distance,” he whispered, his voice warm with laughter as he brought you close again, kissing you with a hunger that felt like the beginning of something neither of you could deny anymore.

The kiss lingered between you, each soft press of his lips against yours a reminder of how close you had become, how suddenly everything seemed to shift. 

Your heart pounded in your chest, the noise of the party still thumping faintly in the distance, but here, in this quiet moment on the balcony, it was as though time had stopped. 

Dominic pulled back slightly, his breath warm on your lips as he whispered, "I didn’t expect this to happen tonight… but I’m not complaining."

You blinked up at him, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "Neither am I," you murmured, your voice almost a breathless laugh.

He ran his thumb gently over your lower lip, his eyes studying you with that mix of curiosity and desire that made your pulse race again. "You know, I think I’ve been waiting for this longer than I realized."

You tilted your head, searching his gaze for any sign of hesitation, but there was none. Just raw, unfiltered honesty. "For me?" you asked, not fully believing it.

His smile was small but undeniably sincere. "Yeah. You’ve always had a way of keeping me on my toes," he admitted. His hand slid down to yours, intertwining your fingers with his. "I’ve wanted to see what would happen if we were ever this close."

And there it was—he hadn’t been hiding anything, hadn’t been pretending. There was no act, no facade; it was just the two of you, standing on a balcony, the weight of everything unspoken hanging in the air.

"I didn’t think you’d want to be this close," you replied quietly, your thumb tracing the lines of his hand. 

"Why’s that?" His brow furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of playful challenge in his tone.

You shrugged, feeling the vulnerability of the moment. "You’re Dominic. You’re cool and you throw these annoying parties. You don’t seem like the type to chase something… real."

He gave a soft laugh, pulling you just a little closer, his body brushing against yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. "And what does that mean? You think I’m just some guy who doesn’t know what he wants?"

Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the teasing disappeared, replaced by something more earnest. "No. I just think you’re used to people coming onto you, not the other way around."

Dominic’s gaze softened, and he let out a quiet sigh. "Maybe I’m not as good at playing it cool as I want everyone to think."

You raised an eyebrow at that. "So what does that make me? Your secret weakness?"

He grinned, the playful edge returning to his voice. "Maybe. But if I’m being honest, I think it’s more than that."

The way he said it, with so much confidence, made your chest tighten. 

There was something about him tonight, something different from the confident, aloof Dominic everyone else saw. In this moment, he was just a guy, a guy who wanted something from you, something more than just the usual game he played.

"Do you want to go back inside?" you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You didn’t know why, but the thought of being back in the crowded apartment suddenly felt less appealing, the contrast between the chaotic party and the quiet intimacy of the moment stark.

Dominic’s lips quirked into a half-smile, the heat in his gaze never leaving you. "I think I’d rather stay out here… unless you want to change your mind."

"No," you said quickly, shaking your head. "I’m more than fine out here."

He leaned in again, pressing his forehead against yours, and for a moment, the only sound was the quiet rustle of the night air and the distant murmur of the party. 

"Good," he said softly. "Because I’m not done with you yet."

You felt your heart skip a beat, not from fear, but from something that was beginning to feel like anticipation, something that held more weight than just the chemistry between you. 

Maybe it wasn’t just the kiss or the way his touch made you feel, but the realization that something was beginning to take root here, between you and him.

Dominic's hand still rested against your waist, his thumb lightly grazing your skin as he studied you. "You know, I’m not usually this... honest. But with you, I can’t help it." 

You looked up at him, your gaze softening. "Maybe I’m starting to feel the same way."

He smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. "I’m glad. Because I think we’ve both been pretending long enough."

You laughed lightly, unable to hide the way your heart was racing. "Pretending, huh? Well, now that we’ve admitted it, what do we do next?"

Dominic’s eyes darkened slightly, a shift in his demeanor as he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on your lips again. "Next? We stop pretending."

And with that, he kissed you again, deeper this time, with none of the hesitations or uncertainties that had been there before.

The world outside the balcony faded completely, and all you could feel was the heat of his kiss, the press of his body against yours, and the undeniable pull between you two.

It was clear now—there was no turning back. 

The night, the party, the teasing, the banter… it was all just a prelude to this. To the moment when everything shifted and you both let go of the distance you’d been keeping between you.

Dominic pulled away just enough to look at you, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. "You’re trouble," he murmured.

"Right back at you," you replied, your voice breathless, your heart still racing.

He laughed softly, and for the first time that night, it wasn’t just a playful sound—it was full of something real, something meaningful.

The rest of the world could wait.

[justivik]

BLOOD LOOKS GOOD ON YOU.

; yandere! italian boyfriend x fem! reader

english isn't my first language

You just woke up.

The only thing you remember is seeing your boyfriend smiling at you after passing out from a drink he made for you. Your breathing was getting heavy and frantic, you were in the forgotten basement, before long you realized the presence of your beloved boyfriend.

“Shh. Be quiet, I wouldn't try to move roughly” he paused as he spoke. “The rope is pretty tight and you might hurt your wrists” Matt's eyes looked dark when all the time you saw them shining.

You stopped as you listened to him, your wrists were burning and you felt you might faint at any moment from lack of air. You could only answer him with very weak hums.

“I needed to have you like this for a long time, quiet and submissive” He continued “If you can call it that”

Your eyes expressed confusion, anger and annoyance. Several days ago you had conflicts because of jealousy, lack of communication and even lack of love and that yesterday Matt made you notice it; you knew you were a little bit to blame but he was the reason for most of the fights, it was always the same topics and the truth was you were tired like the last time.

“I'm sick of your behavior! that you leave me aside and that you forget about my existence for another man. I feel that you are no longer the same and I hate that that happens, I need you to give me your attention and only I deserve that.”

Your eyes spoke for you and you could only sigh at Matt's words.

“So…”

His fingers began to play with a scalpel that you never managed to notice because of the darkness of the place to then look into your eyes in an intense way, you already suspected with fear of what would happen and your breathing began to be cut off by fear.

“I think you will need a little warning, mia principessa”

He began to approach you and then bent down to the level of your thighs, where he would begin to caress them gently. He approached you and gave you a little kiss and then commented that everything would be fine, with his right hand he held the scalpel and his left hand held your leg tightly.

“It will be quick, la mia perla. I love you and you will have to understand that I do it for your own good.”

Immediately after, a stabbing pain and the red color appeared in you.

I'm sorry if this is too short, I'm sleepy but I didn't want to miss another day without writing!!!

[babblingeccentric]

Your Grace

I wrote most of this in a haze of divinely inspired lust after @quinloki posted the first few chapters of Dragon's Clause. I let it sit for a little bit and then realized it would make a great gift. So I polished it up and posted it.

Happy Birthday Quin! I made you pornography.

CONTAINS: Sabo x Reader, Reader with breasts and a vagina, power play, titles, rough tit play, fingering, mild bondage, pet names "angel" and "darling"

Sabo is as polite and gentle as ever as he leads you to a wooden chair in the middle of the room. He holds your arm as you bend to arrange your skirts and waits until you’re comfortable before taking out his handkerchief, handing it to you, and then undoing his cravat. He takes one of your small hands in his black gloved one and rests it on the arm of the chair. And then he ties it there with his cravat, tight and immovable. He told you he would do it, and yet it still makes your heart jump.

Sabo takes the hankie from your hand and does the same to the other hand. Smiling, he looks up at you.

“Okay?”

“Ah- fine” you answer.

“No shooting pains?” 

You shake your head.

“No? Can you wiggle your fingers for me?”

You oblige and Sabo leans back on his heels after you move each of your fingers, “Perfect!”

Something in his face changes then as he kneels between your legs. He starts to look like the maddened duke of court rumors, shadows limning his face and scar stark and horrifying. You could believe he cares not a whit for anything but his own amusements.

You freeze as his long fingered hands stroke your sides, square palms sweeping over your bosom to arrive at the top of the line of buttons running down your front. He watches you for a moment, long gloved fingers resting in the hollow of your throat. Your heart beats no slower, but you relax your shoulders and breathe again. 

Sabo smiles and then turns his focus to his fingers. He undoes the cloth covered button at your throat. You feel his warm breath on the skin of your neck. He doesn't take off his gloves.

Each tiny button is a great effort for him to undo with covered fingers. There is a silver buttonhook on the bureau that he used to button up your bodice this morning. You don’t mention it to him. It would feel wrong. It’s not your prerogative to tear the heavy blanket of silence over the two of you. Sabo never does anything he doesn’t intend to.

Somehow, instead of being silly or awkward, his head bent close to you and his gloved hands patiently struggling to undo your bodice create a hushed anticipation. You're barely breathing as you silently watch him work his way down your chest, each button feeling like a step closer to the sun. 

The only sound is your breaths.

Finally, as he watches you from under his lashes, he undoes the last button. 

Like unwrapping a delicate piece of crystal he pulls aside your bodice to reveal your heaving chest pushed upwards by your corset and uncovered by the low neck of your shift. You don’t know when you started panting. 

You feel much too hot to be so undressed.

Sabo caresses the swell of your cleavage with the smooth leather of his gloves, fanning the heat somewhere in your breastbone.

“Sabo…” You whimper, and he looks up at you, eyebrow arched in reprove.

“Angel…” he says danger in his voice

“Your Grace.” You hastily correct yourself

“Yes?” He answers archly

You stutter, not expecting to get this far.

“Nothing to say? You should think before you speak.”

He pushes the collar of your shift off your shoulders and carefully scoops your breasts out of the cups of your corset. 

The sudden cool air of the bedroom on your nipples makes you shudder, and Sabo smiles self satisfiedly at it. 

Gently he swipes his leather clad thumbs over your nipples, watching your expression like a predator.

Your lips part gently in the surprise of him finally touching you, but your carefully cultivated control of your face keeps anything else from leaking through. The air is thick and muggy with tension.

Sabo loves a challenge though, and presses his lips to the mounds of your chest leaving soft chaste kisses as his thumbs begin to circle your nipples. Your hands clench at the arms of the chair they are tied to, and your thighs press together under your skirts. The tension is excruciating. 

You arch your back trying to press yourself into Sabo’s hands and mouth and he smiles against your skin.

“Do you want something, angel?” He asks

Your breath catches in your throat. 

“I- ah.” words stumble in your mouth. “I would like more, please, Your Grace” You manage.

“Very polite.” He says smilingly. “I shouldn’t deny such a sweetly made request, should I?” 

You shake your head rapidly. It’s insane, Sabo has barely touched you, just a few caresses of your breasts and you feel like you’re losing your mind to want. You almost suspect sorcery.

Achingly slowly his mouth envelops your nipple, and then he sucks. It sends a frisson of heat zipping through your spine. His mouth is warm and wet and soft and he looks up at you as he does it. Even with your arms tied down it’s his gaze that really makes you feel pinned. He’s watching you like a hunting cat, studying your expression with intimidating intensity as he caresses you. You shut your eyes.

One of his gloved hands moves from your side to cup the neglected breast. He pinches and rolls the nipple gently in his fingers and it pulls a high breathy sound from your throat.

You feel him grin at that and he makes a path of wet open mouthed kisses across your chest to your other nipple. 

He repeats this switch several times until your nipples are puffy and your chest wet with saliva. You are squirming in your seat, some hot hollow in your stomach driving you to crave.

“More, please! Sabo, harder!” slips from your lips and everything freezes.

He pulls off your tit with a pop.

“Sabo?” He says.

You rush to correct your mistake, “Your Grace! I’m sorry, Your Grace. Please, Your Grace.”

He pauses, deciding your fate. You feel like the sword of Damocles, suspended by the thinnest thread. 

Finally, Sabo returns to your breasts. This time rougher, digging his teeth into your areola and tugging on your nipples, sending rushes of pain and pleasure through you.

You moan, low and long into the air, the punishment more a reward. 

Your face flushes from the lewd noise you make and Sabo grins smugly up at you.

“Aw, who knew my darling could moan like a whore just from a little tit touching.” He says meanly.

Your breath catches in a sob.

“I wonder…” He muses airily. “If I could make you come from this alone?”

You wail. You’re already desperate for something to touch your cunt, the idea of him spending ages just slowly playing with your breasts as you lose more and more of your mind until you’re a wailing paragon of unsatisfied lust is absolutely torturous. 

“No! No, Sa- Your Grace! I can’t. I can’t! Please…” You beg.

He relents a little at your frenzied begging. That may be a little much for a first time, after all. And you do beg splendidly for someone who’s never done this sort of thing before. He’ll be lenient. 

“Alright, alright,” he yields, “Perhaps another time.” 

Your breathing slows and Sabo continues to play with your nipples as he watches your face. You’re flushed and sweaty with glazed eyes and parted lips, the very picture of debauchery. It really is incredible he’s managed to elicit this just with a little tit play and tying your hands.

“Now, what do you need, Angel?” He asks

“I need you to touch me, Your Grace!” And before he can smugly say he’s already touching you, you add “Under my skirts! Please, Your Grace, make me cum.” 

And really, how can he deny that? Sabo thinks. You even have the beginning of tears in your eyes.

“As you wish.” He says and bends his blond head to your breast as one black gloved hand slips under your skirts.

The feel of the smooth leather makes you moan as he swipes his fingers through your slit. Removing his hand Sabo marvels at the gathered wetness.

“Oh, Wow, angel.” He says awed as he spreads his fingers making the clear slick form dripping strings. “You really did need this.”

You can’t look at him, embarrassed by your desire. And then he pops his gloved and glossy fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean with an appreciative hum. 

You squeal and jerk your bound hands in an attempt to cover your face at the humiliation of watching him do that.

He laughs at you and presses a chaste kiss to your jaw. “I’ll save eating you for another time, darling.” 

“The rumors are true! You really are a man eating ogre.” You gibe thoughtlessly.

Sabo cackles at that, shoulders shaking as he laughs harder than you’ve ever seen him. 

Finally he calms down and returns to press soft kisses against your face. 

“I did say I would make you cum, didn’t I?” He says as he pulls away.

You nod eagerly, wiggling in the chair he has you tied to.

“I hate to break my promises.” Sabo says as he presses a wet kiss to your parted lips, his gloved hands returning to your breasts and the apex of your thighs.

He strokes your cunt gently as his fingers tug cruelly at your nipples, his hot mouth pressing biting kisses to your breasts. The flame in the pit of your stomach is roaring.

His fingers circle your clit as he torments your chest, a smooth counterpoint to the frissions of pain he creates. It’s divine and he propels you rapidly along to your finish. You’re dripping onto your petticoats now you’re so wet.

You’re panting and bucking against his hands now, too preoccupied by pleasure to be embarrassed at the soft wet sounds coming from his mouth and your pussy. 

“Come on, angel. Can you come for me? I know you can.” You realize he’s cooing at you between kisses. You’re so, so close. 

All it takes is one more harsh tug at your breast and you’re coming, cunt fluttering against Sabo’s hand. He gentles you through it, holding you until the spasms stop. He unties your hands, and pulls you on unsteady legs into his arms as he takes your seat.

[queenbeewrites]

🪢BONDAGE🪢

She ties his hands behind him and starts fingering his ass on the mattress, watching him moan and quiver

"How about I jerk your cock as well?" She starts jerking his cock as well, slapping his thighs in between,

"Don't be like this, stop moving too much" She slaps his thigh again and starts jerking and fingering him faster

"Mommy, I can't, please it's too much!"

"Should I tie your legs as well? You look pretty tied up anyway"

"No, you know what I should do. I should stuff your mouth with my panties, blindfold you and leave you tied up with a vibrator in your ass. That would be much much better"

[domsaysstuff]

#ok but there’s no way scatter brained Eddie Munson remembers that kind of information#so Robin asks Wayne#but even Wayne is used to stobin weirdness at this point (tags by @nitro502)

Ok, ok, ok you're so right and it would be so funny too

Wayne likes Robin, he likes all of Eddie's friends actually, the kid knows how to pick good people or maybe rather good people just flock to him, which one is it he doesn't really know but either way, Wayne likes Robin.

So when she asks about Eddie's exact date and time of birth the "if it's some kind of identity scam, you're barking the wrong tree kid" is mostly a joke. Still he raises an eyebrow and waits, curious about what is going on in her head. She and Eddie had that in common, their brains make the most complicated of leaps and come to the weirdest of conclusions. Wayne rarely actually followed their thought process but he still liked to hear it, call it free entertainment.

She laughs, her hand waving as if disposing of the accusations in the air. "No, no, it's to finally get the dinguses together."

Ah. The dinguses. Eddie and that Harrington kid, Steve. Steve as in the only person on this planet that Wayne thinks actually can follow the brains of these two. Steve, the guy that is basically glued to Eddie's hip. Steve, the guy that makes them dinner. Steve, the guy that sleeps in Eddie's bed and is basically moved in into their new trailer. Steve, as in, the kid that Wayne thinks is the only person on this planet good enough for his nephew. Steve as in the guy Eddie is completely smitten with and doesn't see that the guy is smitten right back.

Maybe it is time someone did something about those two pinning. Still,

"And you need Eddie's exact birth date?"

"I need to know his moon and rising." Robin answered in that tone. That *like it's common knowledge* tone.

"Moon and rising?"

"Yes, for the compatibility chart, Steve made one for me and Vi-, for me and my crush but we didn't know the moon and rising signs so obviously it didn't count! Like you can't really draw these kind of conclusions based on one sign! It's barely scratching the surface! And I've been telling that to that dingus but he keeps insisting that sun is the most important anyway!" She drew a big breath and rolled her eyes." Which is just factually wrong but he's stubborn. So! I need Eddie's moon and rising because I'm going to this thing the correct way."

Wayne understood of it as much as he understood about that game Eddie liked to play which is to say, not much. But Robin was looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for Wayne to agree with her about whatever that it was that Steve was wrong about so he just sighed and tried to remember the information that she was asking for. His memory is not what it used to be these days, he is, as Eddie loves to remind him, getting old, but he eventually did.

"Thanks, Wayne!" Buckley bounced with a big smile and thumbs up and basically run out muttering that she needs to start on it immediately.

It seems to be another case of weird Harrington' and Buckley's behaviors. Somehow these two together managed to keep surprising and stomping him. And that's a lot when he basically single-handedly raised Eddie.

He lets out a chuckle to himself. What a bunch of weird kids, those three. It's good that they found each other.

Steve knows astrology because Carol used to have an astrology phase once in middle school and Robin knows it because of her hippie parents which means they know everybody sun, moon and rising and they love to be like "of course you would say that, you're such a sagittarius" or "god i bet you she's a leo! She has such a big ego!" and be overall very bitchily condescending or as if they are drawing someone's fucking psychological profile (they're just gossiping) about it

When Robin reveals her crush on Vicky Steve draws her a compatibility chart but Robin argues all the time that's it's incomplete because neither of them can get Vicky's moon and rising sings

She does the same for him and Eddie and he can't argue with it bc Eddie didn't even question Robin when she asked about his exact date and time of being born that's how used he is to them being weirdos