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✶ The Last of Us
✶ Harry Castillo
✶ Gator Tillman
✶ Stranger Things
✶ Travis 'Teacake' Meacham
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Me, Myself, & Miller - Ongoing Joel Miller x Anna Williams series
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❣ WIP Snippets ❣
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Someone Who Knows More Than Me - Ongoing Harry Castillo x Reader series
These are fics I'm working on but not posting yet :) Stay tuned!
✾ The Strange Things That Scarred Us ✾
Steve Harrington x Henderson!OFC Multi-Chapter Fic | Older Teens Centric | Multiple POVs | Seasons 1-5 Rewrite | Slowwwww Burn | Canon-Typical World but Upside Down lore is changed | Happy Ending
✾ Tryin' Not to Feel It ✾
Gator Tillman x Reader | Secret Relationship | Reader is Bad at Feelings | Very OOC Loverboy Gator | Mutual Pining | Smut | Tooth aching Fluff
✾ This is Different ✾
Travis Meacham x Reader | Acquaintances to Friends to FWB to Lovers | Funny Story plot | Neighbors | Porn with Plot | Black Cat x Golden Retriever dynamic | Utterly shameless self-insert
✾ Six Kinds of Hell ✾
Gator Tillman x Reader Multi-Chapter Fic | Fargo S5 compliant | Enemies to Lovers | Angst | Problematic Characters | Doomed Relationship | Revenge Story (reader is Dot's younger sister)
Okay we’ve discussed Dom!Keys, let’s get into Dom!Gator next 🙂↕️🙂↕️ bc I’ve thought about this one a LOT too…specifically everytime he spits in Fargo S5
Note: Some of these are NSFW and intended for 18+ readers only - MDNI. Like the Keys post, this is written with a prior agreed upon, fully consensual D/s relationship in mind!
Dom!Gator who curses under his breath when he gets in your car to borrow it for an errand and sees you were due for an oil change 5,000 miles ago (oops) so he does it for you and gets it detailed while he’s at it
Dom!Gator who sometimes quietly leaves out the outfit he’d love for you to wear for date night
Dom!Gator who never expects this but always appreciates when you cook for him, set the table special, and make a whole scene of serving him for no reason other than you just want to make him feel loved, especially after a particularly brutal shift. Game days are his favorite too because you’ll keep a cold beer in his hand at all times and new snacks coming out every hour
Dom!Gator who insists on you texting him updates throughout the day when you’re apart (when you get to work, when you’re leaving, if you’re drinking enough water), even if it’s just to let him know you’re okay quickly. He just always wants to hear from you
Dom!Gator who has probably spent hundreds of dollars on panties for you at this point because he keeps ripping them off
Dom!Gator who LOVES to manhandle you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex. He just does it randomly to remind you that you're his and well, because he can. He’ll come up behind you while you’re doing something mundane like cooking or brushing your teeth and grind up against you, grabbing both tits with his hands to feel you up and burying his face in your neck, nibbling on your skin…and then just walking away with a smug smirk while you try to catch your breath
Dom!Gator who’s obsessed with cock warming because he just genuinely loves being inside you. He feels like your body molds perfectly to his and can't get enough of the feeling of having you wrapped around him. Whether you guys are watching tv, sharing a bath, eating at the table…he’ll take any opportunity he can to slip it in and won’t let you move until he’s good and ready
Dom!Gator who will throw you around, bend you like a pretzel, and fuck you into next Tuesday but also will gently grab your chin to force you to look at him, stare into your soul with those big, lovesick eyes, and make you tell him how good he’s making you feel. If you’re completely cock drunk, he’ll hold off your orgasm and say “Come on, baby. Can’t let you finish until you use your words.”
What do we think should we put Keys and Gator together for a Dom!Keysman post? 👀
Season 5 AU where Eddie lived and he keeps getting paired up with Jonathan for the crawls because everyone thinks they get along.
They don't.
They think the other is mildly annoying in small doses.
Big crawling doses? They're ready to kill each other.
They keep coming to Robin (for a reason she cannot fathom and would like to stop) to bitch about each other. She is just like, "Find some middle ground - where I am not at - and stay there. Jesus."
Eventually they find it.
It's Steve.
Unfortunately, they will come to realize that they have assigned very different meaning to the phrase 'Fuck Steve Harrington.'
And then. Turns out.
They have the same meaning of the phrase 'fuck Steve Harrington' and now they're fighting again.
I heard this song on Tiktok the other day and thought it was very Gator coded so I decided to put my film degree to use and made a fan edit 🙂↕️ I didn’t wanna post this on Tiktok bc people that know me irl don’t need to know how deep this hyperfixation goes LOL so that means you lovely people of Tumblr get it! 🌝🩵
Song: headshot (feat. RJ Pasin) by ptasinski
Gator Tillman scene pack is from @hi.zombie.scps on Instagram
Ever since this post from @snoopyharrington I’ve been thinking about Dom!Keys almost nonstop. Below are some headcanons that come to mind when I think of what a D/s dynamic could look like with him 🤭😮💨👀 Some are very self indulgent as a neurodivergent woman with executive dysfunction lmao
Note: Some are NSFW and intended for 18+ readers - MDNI! Also should go without saying but this is with a prior agreed upon, fully consensual D/s relationship in mind!
Dom!Keys who gently scolds you when you get so sucked into work that you forget to eat all day and drops what he’s doing to make you something
Dom!Keys who has fully replaced your annoying alarm because he wakes you up every morning with a kiss and coffee waiting on your nightstand
Dom!Keys who orders your food for you when he can tell you’re getting overwhelmed by the menu, already knowing every little preference of yours and picking something you end up loving every time
Dom!Keys who watches your surroundings in public like a hawk, because you tend to get distracted easily by your phone/a conversation - he lets you do your thing but always keeps a hand on your back to remind you he’s there if you need him
Dom!Keys who’s engrossed in his work when you walk into his office and smirks at the fuck me eyes you’re giving him. He tells you to “come here” and pulls you onto his lap, but just resumes working. If you’re feeling bratty that night and whine, he shoots you one look (his eyebrows raised, eyes twinkling, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards) that gets you to stop, reminding you that he’ll reward you if you wait patiently for him.
Dom!Keys who frowns at you squirming under him while he eats you out and says he’ll have to cuff you if you can’t stay still
Dom!Keys who playfully rolls his eyes when you’re in tears after being edged with an inch of your life and begging for a release, simply replying with “Come on, beautiful…you can handle it.”
Dom!Keys who immediately softens after you both finish, holding you against him and whispering nonstop praise in your ear for taking him so well, calling you his perfect girl
summary: steve taking care of you after a night out <3
tags/warnings: boyfriend!steve x reader, mention of alcohol consumption, drunkness, mention of vomit, hangovers, domestic fluff, caretaker!steve harrington, mentions of sex, use of pet names (baby, honey, pretty girl), this is diabolically tooth-rotting
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It’s almost 1:30 AM when the doorbell rings.
Steve glances up at the sound, breaking from his vigil on the couch in front of the TV. He’s been sitting there fighting his own exhaustion all night while he waits for you to come home. When you’d told him earlier about your plans to hit a few bars with your girlfriends, he’d passed on the offer to join you, resigning himself instead to a quiet night in, recharging from work and letting you have your fun on your own. But because he always insists on staying up till you make it back despite your exasperated requests, tonight has been less than entertaining for him.
He doesn’t mind, though. He’d pull an all-nighter if it meant he saw you home safe.
Steve gets up from the couch and pads over to the door, snorting a little at the thought that you must be drunk enough not to be able to turn your key in the lock. Well, that was part of tonight’s plan, like you’d told him earlier– you’d been looking forward to getting shit-faced all week.
Steve pulls open the door and finds you draped over your friend Gina, your miniskirt riding up on your thighs as you stumble against her.
Wow. Mission accomplished, then.
You let out a long, exaggerated gasp. “Oh my God,” you breathe as your eyes find him. “Oh my God, it’s Steve!”
Steve stifles his laughter at your expression– the total shock and joy splitting your face from ear to ear. “Hi, baby.”
Gina shoots him a sympathetic look and hauls you back onto your feet, transferring you into Steve’s arms with a grunt of effort. “Hey, Steve. Sorry– she’s really gone.”
“Steve!” you say again as you fold yourself into his chest, his arms supporting you easily. You smell like fruity liqueur. “I kept trying to call you, but Gina took my phone–”
“Here’s that,” Gina supplies, pulling the phone out of her pocket and handing it to Steve. She gives him a dry look. “I didn’t want her to freak you out.”
“Thanks,” Steve laughs, voice full of amusement as he clutches your swaying form. “And hey, thanks for taking care of her tonight.”
“Anything for my girl,” Gina tosses back, flashing a sweet smile. She’s not usually a big drinker, but it’s never a great job to be designated babysitter. “I should go– I’ve got two more dropoffs.”
Steve smiles back, holding you around the waist while your fingertips trace patterns onto his chest. “You need anything?” he offers Gina. “Anybody need a ride?”
“All good. I’m sober,” Gina assures him. “Tell her to call me tomorrow, yeah?”
Steve nods, watching your friend retreat down the hallway. “You’re doing God’s work, Gina!”
She laughs and waves goodbye, and Steve helps you stumble inside, closing and locking the door behind you both.
“Agh!” you exclaim, pulling back from his grip a little to press a hand to your mouth, your excitement uncontainable. “Wow. It’s my boyfriend.”
“Yeah, hi, baby,” Steve laughs, hands gripping you firmly to keep you from falling. “You have a fun night?”
“The best,” you gush, teetering off to the side in your heeled boots. “Oh my gosh, I wish you came with us. I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” Steve tells you, maneuvering you further into your apartment and easing you down into an armchair. “Let’s get your shoes off, huh?”
“These are my cute boots,” you inform him. “I like these boots.”
“They are cute,” he agrees. “Just not so good to sleep in, right?” He kneels in front of you and lifts one of your feet off the ground to unzip your boot for you, and you suck in a breath.
“Why are you taking them?” you ask in a whisper, appalled.
Steve has to bite his tongue to keep his smile down. “I’m just getting you comfortable, baby. You gotta change before bed.”
“I don’t want to go to bed,” you shake your head. You always get argumentative when you’re drunk. “Why are we going to bed?”
“It’s late, beautiful,” he reminds you. “You’re gonna regret it tomorrow if you don’t get some sleep.”
Your gasp again, both of your hands flying to your mouth. “You think I’m beautiful?”
Steve’s smile spreads as he stares up at you. “The most beautiful girl in the world.”
You’re trying to hide your grin behind your hands, but it isn’t working. You tuck your knees up to your chest in your glee. “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.”
Steve heaves a sigh at the retreat of your legs. “My beautiful, uncooperative girlfriend. Come on, baby. Help me out here.”
“I don’t want to go to bed,” you repeat petulantly, humor in your voice as you angle your head at him. “Just wanna stay here and look at you.”
“You can look at me when we’re in bed,” Steve reasons with you. “I promise, honey. Just let me get your boots off.”
You sigh and relent, letting him drag one of your feet toward his chest again. His hands come up your calves to unzip your boot, and he can feel your eyes fixed securely on him.
“You’re so pretty,” you hum, eyes tracing over his face. “So pretty. I was showing everyone pictures of you tonight.”
Steve feels his ears go pink. “Baby, what did I tell you about showing people my picture?”
“I can’t help it!” you protest as he sets your now-bare foot gently down and moves for the other. “I’m so proud of you. Agh, you’re so cute.”
The words make something in Steve’s chest flutter, even after being with you for so long. It always feels like he’s still getting used to being loved the way you love him– the way he knows himself to be capable of loving, but never fully expected in return. “Thanks, baby,” he murmurs as he tugs off your other boot and rises. “Okay. You ready to stand?”
“Mm-hm,” you chirp, reaching your hands up toward him. Steve leans down and wraps his arms around you to haul you upright, and you wobble as you teeter to your feet, only steadied by the press of your body against his. “Wow. You’re strong.”
Steve bites back his laughter. “I try.”
“Your arms are huge,” you marvel, gripping them with your icy fingers. Suddenly, you glance up at him, face open. “I love you. Will you kiss me?”
The words are so plain– so natural. Steve doesn’t fight his smile this time as he lowers his head and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, sweet and delicate.
You sigh into it. “Wow. That was really nice.”
“I love you,” Steve tells you, amusement flickering through him. “Okay,” he repeats, his focus honed on stabilizing you once more. “You wanna walk, or can I carry you?”
You wave him off. “Pfft. I can walk. I’m not that drunk.”
“Uh-huh,” Steve replies flatly.
You shoot him a look you probably intend to be stern, but your total lack of control over your emotions right now isn’t doing you any favors in convincing him. Still, stubbornly, you push away from him and make your way to the bedroom, Steve’s hands hovering over your waist as he follows behind you, just in case.
“You got it?” he affirms, his voice a hum. “Yeah, there you go. Okay– careful, baby.”
“I’m fine,” you sigh. “I’m good.”
“You think you’re gonna be sick?” he asks you– not that he’d really mind either way. He’s certainly helped you drunkenly vomit before.
“Nope,” you assure him, the word dropping off your tongue casually despite the way you’re about to run into a wall.
“Careful– careful, baby,” Steve chides you, managing to grab you out of the way just before you smack into the doorframe.
“You worry too much,” you huff.
Steve swallows his stress and steers you toward the bed. “Yeah, well, you give me plenty to worry about.” He situates you so you’re seated on the bed, and you flop back against the comforter, heaving a sigh. Steve shakes his head fondly and crosses to the dresser to pull out some of his sleep clothes for you. He doesn’t know if he could wrestle you into one of your pajama sets in your condition, and you have a weird obsession with sleeping in his clothes, anyway. He’s never understood it.
When he returns, you’re winding your hands through the air and staring at the ceiling. “I feel great. I wanna stay up forever.”
“Uh-huh,” Steve says again, playing along to get you to comply. “Gotta sit up, babe. Come on– gimme your hands.”
You heave another breath as you let him pull you upright, and Steve lifts your hands over your head so he can attempt to work your tight shirt off your body.
“Woah,” you giggle as his hands make contact with the exposed skin of your stomach. “What’re you doin’?”
Steve pulls his hands off of you, just in case you want to do it yourself, and points to the sweatshirt waiting on the bed. “Getting you comfy. That okay?”
“You wanna have sex?” you whisper conspiratorially, grinning at the offer.
Steve just barely holds back his laughter. “Pardon?”
“Wanna have sex?” you repeat, your eyes wide with enthusiasm as you reach out one of your legs and rub it along his.
He grins and shakes his head. “Not right now, baby.”
“What?” you ask, brow knitting in confusion. “Why not? You always wanna have sex.”
Steve fights his blush again. “I don’t always want to have sex,” he protests.
“Yeah, you do,” you tease him. “I’m not complaining, though. Feels good.”
Steve lets out another laugh. “Maybe tomorrow, pretty girl.”
“You don’t want to?” you ask, still confused– hurt flashing across your face.
Steve sees that look and moves immediately to soothe you, one of his hands lifting to brush your hair down gently. “Not like that, honey. I just don’t wanna do anything while you’re drunk, okay?”
“But I want to,” you protest gently, your eyes finding his pleadingly.
“I know,” Steve smiles softly. “Not tonight. Sorry, baby.”
“Worst boyfriend ever,” you mutter, and he barks a laugh.
“You want my help changing, or you wanna do it yourself?” he asks you, still grinning.
You consider your options, then look back up at him. “You.”
“Okay,” Steve nods, always glad to have the confirmation. “Hands up, buttercup.”
You dutifully lift your hands and help him wrestle off your top, and Steve is extra mindful to work the fabric gently around your chin, ensuring it doesn’t snag on your face. Just as carefully, he unlatches your bra and pulls it off of you, practiced with this particular style after months of being with you. Your nudity is anything but arousing to him, though– just intimate, in that strange, quiet way familiar domesticity has become precious to him. It’s a kind of trust he doesn’t know what to do with, the way the two of you are unashamed to be bare in front of one another, the way you put yourself in his hands tonight without a thought.
And he hadn’t lied before– he doesn’t want to have sex with you now. He doesn’t find vulnerability attractive.
Slowly, he pulls your clothes off of you and tugs you into his own. His sweatshirt and shorts absolutely dwarf you, and you wrap your hands gleefully in the too-long sleeves as you reach out for him again.
“Hi,” he says again as your hands come around his waist, tugging him close. He holds you back, stroking your hair. “Are you hungry? You want me to make you something?”
“No,” you sigh. “I need to wash my face. That’s all.”
“Okay,” Steve relents as your hands run over his back. “You know, to do that, you gotta get up.”
“Mm-hm.” You affirm lazily, your cheek pressed to his chest.
Steve smiles to himself and reaches down to scoop you up, hooking your legs around his waist. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s go.”
You make a muffled noise of agreement against him as he carries you to the bathroom.
“You getting tired?” Steve asks, already knowing the answer. He’s always been good at memorizing your tells. It’s a small, affectionate hobby he’s adopted.
“No,” you tell him petulantly, and he chuckles as he gently sets you down in the bathroom and you take a seat on the closed toilet lid.
It’s a slow, quiet process as Steve wets a washcloth with warm water and turns to you, wiping gently at your face until he’s worked the makeup off of your skin. Your eyes are closed, and your breaths are sighing against his face. Steve is diligent about it, his hands moving with careful precision. When he’s done, it’s a wordless effort to get you to stand and rinse your face, towel it off, and brush your teeth. Eventually, though, Steve helps you get it done, and pads back to the bedroom after you.
He helps you into bed, pulling the covers up around you, and he can tell you’re too far gone now to protest any more. Pressing a final kiss to your forehead, Steve leaves to pick up the clothes still scattered on the floor and get you a glass of water for the morning.
“Steve,” you call out, your voice suddenly panicked.
He already knows what you’re going to ask. “I’ll be right back, baby,” he promises. “Give me one second.”
You make a disheartened sound and turn over in bed.
Steve turns off the TV and picks up the front room as quickly as he can. When he returns to the bedroom with a glass in hand for you, the lights are all off except for the lamp on his nightstand, which casts light over your softened face. He smiles when he realizes you’ve curled up on his side of the bed, your hair scattered across his pillow. He sets the glass down, turns out the light, and carefully slips under the covers beside you, realizing you’re still awake by the way you reach for him instantly, your arms wrapping around him.
“Steve?” you start, your voice a low mumble.
“Yeah, baby?” he whispers back, shifting so you can curl up against his chest, your body practically thrown over his.
“You’re not the worst boyfriend,” you tell him sleepily. “You’re the best. Ever.”
His laughter rumbles in his chest. “Thanks, baby. You’re the best girlfriend ever.”
“I’m sorry you had to take care of me tonight,” you make out, your eyes already shut.
“Why are you saying sorry?” Steve chides you, pulling you tighter into his arms and pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “Nothing to be sorry for. I like taking care of you.”
“I’m sorry,” you say again, unconvinced.
“Hey,” Steve stops you. “Did you have fun tonight?”
“Mm-hm,” you affirm skeptically.
“That’s all that matters,” he says firmly. “No apologizing.”
You take a big breath. “I love you more than anything,” you mumble against his chest.
The words still Steve, halting his hands on you. It’s simple– stupid. He’s heard you say it a million times before. But he can’t help it– every time, it feels like you’ve stopped his heart in his chest.
“I love you too,” he says back, his voice a little weak. “I love you so much.”
His hands continue their gentle tracing against your skin, and within moments, you slip into sleep. And Steve, swallowing emotion, follows after you.
When the morning finally breaks over your peacefully sleeping form, so does your pounding headache.
You groan as you roll over, realizing when you hit the abruptly cold other side of the bed that Steve isn’t in it with you.
It takes a while for you to drag yourself out from beneath the covers and push to your feet, and you follow the faint sounds of plates clanking out to the kitchen. The image of your boyfriend standing there, pajama pants slung low on his hips, the skin of his bare torso bronzed by the morning light, his messy hair falling over his forehead as he stares down at the pan on the stove, almost feels like a miracle cure for your hangover.
You sidle up to him and lean back against the counter, arms crossed in the old sweatshirt he put you in, worn and soft from years of use.
Steve smiles as he glances over at you. “Morning, sunshine.”
You bite back your indignation at the nickname– the one he always uses when you sleep late. “Morning.”
“Your coffee’s on the counter,” he tells you, gesturing with the spatula on his hand.
You mumble out a thank you and go hunting for the cup, watching out of the corner of your eye as the muscles in his back flex while he flips the pancake.
“So, how bad was I?” you ask ironically, though you remember what happened last night with fair enough accuracy.
Steve shakes his head, still smiling. “Not bad.”
“Mm-hm,” you reply, unconvinced. “I’m ridiculous.”
“You’re cute,” he tells you, his grin spreading. “It was nothing embarrassing, beautiful. You were just very excited.”
You let out a little groan. “God, I showed so many people your picture.”
Steve huffs a laugh, going a little pink. “Yeah, you told me.”
“Never let me get drunk again,” you beg him. “I’m a danger to myself.”
“You’re an adorable drunk,” Steve informs you, eyes on the pancake batter as he ladles it into the pan. “You’re so smiley. I’d prefer it if you didn’t fight me so hard, but I’ll still take it.”
You whimper, leaning forward to press your forehead against his shoulder, wishing it would soothe the ache there. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he tells you, like he’s said it a million times. “You’re my girl. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“You’re too good to me,” you tell him, eyes pressed shut. “You’re standing here being all perfect, making me coffee and pancakes and dealing with all my drunk bullshit.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says mildly. “Plus, you know, you’re a really intense cuddler when you’re wasted. I can’t get you off of me in the mornings.”
You laugh reluctantly, and Steve turns from the stove to wrap his arms around you, tugging you into an embrace.
“I love you,” he says. “You make it worth it, you know that?”
Your hands knit behind his back, pressing him impossibly closer. “I love you. So much.”
He nuzzles into your hair, breathing you in for a moment. And when he pulls back, a smile on his face, all he tells you is, “Eat your pancakes.”
You smile back at him, brilliant feeling shining in your chest. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” he throws back, waving his spatula. “And once you’re done, I’m putting all your photos of me in a locked album.”
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author's note: this is so deeply unproofread my bad
Seeking beta readers for a multi-part, Steve Harrington x Henderson!OFC fic
Hi everyone! 👋🏻 Never done this before so may not land but thought I’d take a shot in the dark lmao. If you follow me, you may have seen in my Stranger Things masterlist that I'm working on a fic that spans the full timeline of seasons 1-5. It follows canon closely through season 2 then diverges significantly. No Russian subplot, a completely different summer 1985 threat, and an ending that tries to fix some of what didn't land in season 5 for me (anticlimactic final battle, underwhelmingly low stakes, convoluted Upside Down/Vecna lore).
The fic is heavily focused on the older teens because I really wanted to focus on their trauma/experience more deeply than the show did. Because I stuck with the characters’ canon ages, this won’t be smutty so it’s definitely different from my usual fic, but idk I just couldn’t get this idea out of my head in grieving the end of the show. It expands to a full ensemble POV eventually but is primarily centered on a Henderson!OFC (she started as a reader insert but just became too much of her own person tbh to justify that) and her slow burn relationship with Steve. Here's a mood board I made to give you a glimpse of her vibe 🥹
Part 1 is fully drafted, Part 2 is about 3/4 done, and my goal is to finish drafting Part 3 this summer and start posting in September. Still outlining Parts 4 and 5 so I'd be looking for ideas on that as well!
I've never worked with beta readers before so I'm open to whatever that looks like, but mainly I'm looking for someone to bounce ideas off of, flag inconsistencies, and give honest feedback on whether scenes and character moments are landing.
I also have a page going for the series masterlist here if you want to check that out. If you're interested, DM me and I'll tell you more or send a sample chapter! 🩵
summary: after discovering that smashingkeys69 was actually your coworker, you have your first in-person encounter
warnings: MDNI +18, cursing, kissing, making out, a bit of asshole keys, public? sex, mention of nudes, nipple play, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving), edging, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex, riding/cowgirl, big dick! keys
w.c.: 4,2k
author's note: once again, of course, for juls who always reads this first and comments and makes me laugh and and and. this is technically not proofread. i don't have much more to say other than im not very content with this one but needed to get it out of the way after so long.
that morning you almost didn’t go to work, having even come up with a fake cold and typed out the email before deciding against it. the thought of having to face keys after what had happened the day before made you nauseous.
the image of his face falling and the sound of his “oh, fuck me” when he realised exactly who you were sat low in your stomach. you hadn’t been able to sleep because of it. every time you were about to drift off it came back to haunt you, and not in a good way.
it was his tone and the way he had avoided you the rest of the day, as if he was pissed off that all this time you were the one behind the screen. as if you yourself hadn’t also been flabbergasted when realization hit you.
so yes. having to seat across from him, work with him, talk to him right now was the worst thing that could happen to you.
but you weren’t going to let him win on this one.
thus, as you walked into soonami and your eyes inadvertently looked for him just to not find his mop of hair anywhere, you smiled. especially when you made your way over to your desk and noticed he wasn’t on his chair and his computer wasn’t on. maybe you had won and he would be the one to not show up today.
weak, you thought and sat down while pulled out of your bag your little notebook, reading your to-do list for the day.
an hour passed and you had even forgotten keys wasn’t nowhere to be seen. still, it didn’t last long.
your eyes were too focused on the screen as your fingers flew over the keyboard. so much that you almost didn’t notice when someone placed a mug on your desk. the sound of the clay against the glass of the desk pulled you away from the code you were working on as you took notice of it. it was your mug that you always left at work, filled to the rim with burning coffee.
you lifted you head and saw him sitting down in front of you. the only thing you could see was the poker expression on his eyes, barely visible above the monitors that separated you. he didn’t look at you.
the grip on the white mug was stopped by the feeling of something more rough on it. turning it around, careful not to spill its content, you noticed a light blue sticky note on its side.
you peeled it off and read it, stay late tonight?
you know all too well what he wanted to stay late for. you knew it ‘cause you had thought about it too.
your fingers seemed to have a life of their own as they reached for your phone, unlocking it and opening your chat with the one and only smashingkeys69. the last messages from yesterday stared back at you, sent just before both of you stepped out of the bathroom and came face to face with each other.
smashingkeys69: ill text u tonight
you: deal
he hadn’t texted you that night. of course he hadn’t. keys was just as embarrassed about the whole thing as you were; however, he didn’t look too embarrassed right now. his leg went up and down again and again, anxiously waiting for your answer.
you: im not fucking u
you took the coffee and sipped, staring at him as he got the notification from you.
smashingkeys69: good
smashingkeys69: cause thats my job
your legs pressed together from the rush of excitement that went through your body at having him so near. sending you texts like the ones he had sent you had multiple multiple times before from that exact desk. the only difference was this time you had finally put a face to the username. a pretty one.
you: if u think ill get naked for u in a bathroom stall at work youre insane
smashingkeys69: then lets go somewhere else
smashingkeys69: a closet
you: no
smashingkeys69: okay then here
you: theres cameras everywhere
smashingkeys69: not in antwans office
the crinkle in his eye and slight smirk as he stared at you, waiting for your reaction, told you all you needed to know. you wouldn't be going home early tonight.
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when the last of your coworkers left the office, keys wasn’t around. you turned off your computer and sat back in your chair, debating whether you should send him a text or not. but just as you started to think he had ditched, he appeared, arms swinging by his sides as if you hadn't been waiting almost ten minutes for him.
keys stopped in his tracks when he saw you still sitting at your desk, like he hadn’t expected you to still be there “you stayed,” he said incredulously, more to himself than to you.
and for some reason that you did not understand, it pissed you off. “where the fuck were you?” you asked. there was a sharp ting in your voice that surprised even you, not really meaning to snap at him, but the irritation you felt was stronger.
“i was in the kitchen getting a coffee,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder to the tiny room. his brows furrowed in confusion and you didn’t know if it was because he expected you to know or because it was obvious, “you’re here.”
you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “what? would you prefer i’d left? you were basically begging me to stay late,” you got up and started to tidy up things around you that didn’t need to be tidied up, just an excuse to keep you busy and not stare at him for too long. your keyboard, your planner.
“oh my god what has gotten into you?” he questioned in between giggles as he walked to his own desk, right in across yours, and tidied up his own place. of course he founded your irritated state funny. sometimes it was everything he was good at, riling you up.
“you’re wasting my time, that’s what’s happening,” you opened and closed drawers with no real purpose.
“wasting your time? don’t be so dramatic now, it’s friday where else would you be?” keys threw his arms in the air.
“I- look, are we doing this or not?” you leaned forward and rested your hands on the wooden table.
keys didn’t answer. instead he let his gaze fix on your face, trying to decipher if you were actually pissed off or just trying to play difficult. he couldn’t figure it out. he knew there was a little something in your tone that told him he was so close to getting shut down. so, he didn’t try to test his own luck by doing anything else that could add to it. his legs suddenly got a life of their own as they got farther away from his desk, rounded it and got closer to yours.
your body didn’t move, but you let your head turn and look at him once he stopped next to you. one. two. three. four. you counted the moles on his face, and you could’ve continued if it hadn’t been for his touch.
keys lifted his right hand and hovered it on the side of your face, millimeters away. so close that the coldness of his palm got to you. you knew his eyes were on your lips, only because you could sense them but also ‘cause yours were on his just the same. and after a few seconds of hesitation, he whispered a tiny okay just to grab you by the nape of your neck harshly, and finally kiss you.
it’s not that it caught you by surprise, you knew it was coming; yet, you weren’t prepared for how good his lips would feel against yours. they were softer than they looked as they worked over your top lip, which was weird given how much he bit them.
your hands finally left the wood, a silent permission for him to touch you. keys’ hand left your neck to travel down your back and rest on your hip, just as the other one had been doing. and with a swift motion he lifted you up, sitting you down on top of your desk. the unexpected movement and the brush of his thumb on the side of your neck got a low moan out of you, but it was lost in between your mouths.
it wasn’t a careful kiss, it was heated and rushed, sweeping away all that was not him and you from the room. you savoured the lingering taste of coffee on keys’ mouth. when your lips slightly parted for the smallest breath he let his tongue crash into yours, but not before he dragged it across your lower lip.
you opened your legs to give him more space as you let the tips of your fingers get under his shirt and roam over his back, pulling him even closer.
you were both too high on the moment to realize the danger of what you were doing, and especially where you were doing it. the possibility of someone walking in at any given moment didn’t cross your mind, even less so when keys released your lips to instead kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear that you had told him about many times before over text.
he bit the thin skin and grunted against it when you dragged your nails down in response. it wasn’t until keys started fumbling with the button of your jeans that reality hit you, and you hit it back by trying to push him off.
“keys” you attempted to get his attention.
“mhm- what?” his hot breath against your damp skin from his own saliva made your entire body shiver.
“we-” as much as you didn’t want to, you stopped torturing his back and instead grabbed his shoulders, making him stop at last, “we said not in here, remember?”
“right. yeah.” he sighed and helped you get down from the desk. his hand wrapped around your wrist, making you follow his steps across the open-floor office until you reached antwan’s door.
“are we really going to antwan’s office?” you whispered for no real reason. there was no one else around but you two.
keys abruptly stopped in his tracks and you almost crashed into his chest as he turned around to face you. “you’ve got a better idea?” he snapped.
“not really, but maybe-” you were trying to find another solution but he cut you off.
“listen,” he was hovering over you, and right then and there you realized for the first time how good he smelled, a musky scent that was not too soft but also not too hard, just the right amount of intensity on it to pull you right under. “i’ve been thinking about this since the first night i texted you and i really, really need to fuck you,” his pupils were dilated, almost the entirety of his eyes was black as they went back and forth over yours.
you didn’t answer, there was no need to. if you were having second thoughts about fucking your coworker, they all slipped away at the neediness of his words, and that at the end made you take over. the cotton of his shirt was delicate inside your fist as you opened the door and pulled him by the collar, slamming your own back against it to close it.
keys was back on you immediately, going straight for your neck and getting his hands on your ass. he took his sweet time nipping at it and you didn’t know how much longer you could wait. he seemed to get the memo when you hooked your leg around him and tried to get some friction where you needed it the most. keys, desperate on his own end, tapped the side of your other leg, signaling you to jump, and you obliged.
“i’m taking you to the chair” he announced as if you would’ve been capable of denying him.
he carried you over to the place where your boss sat everyday and from where he gave stupid orders that you almost never followed.
keys let your feet hit the floor before flopping down on the leather. you watched him unzip his pants and lift his hips to get them off, he kicked the pool of fabric to the side with his feet. there was nothing you could do but stare at his already too tight underwear that covered his growing bulge, and prevented you from seeing what you had appreciated before through photos. the image of the dick picture he had sent you the first night you sexted came to your mind. you hadn’t forgotten how big he was, but it was different having it so close.
“are you sure?” keys asked when he noticed you too focused on what he was hiding.
“i wouldn’t have stayed if i wasn’t sure,” you came closer to him, undoing the button of your jeans and letting them fall before stepping out.
keys’ gaze went directly to your black panties, barely visible under the sweater you were wearing. he licked his lips before speaking. “come here” the words were accompanied by the motion of his hands which hit his own thighs two times, signaling you to sit on top of him. the order turned you on even more and you could practically feel goosebumps make way all over your body.
you did as he said and climbed on top of him, resting your knees on each side of his legs and purposely let your core rub against his boxers.
“fuck-“ he cursed as his head hit the back of the chair and his eyes closed at the sensation he had been waiting so long for. keys forced his eyes open, there was a fire on them that hadn’t been there two seconds before, as though your movement switched something on inside of him that had been dormant until that very moment.
he cupped one side of your face and kissed you hard, again. his lips hit yours with desperate force, his tongue pressed against your top lip, asking for entrance that you instantly gave, meeting it inside.
the kiss was pure need. the only sound heard in the room was your heavy breathing while you started to crave more.
trying to satisfy yourself, you broke the kiss and rolled your hips against him. the motion made your clothed chest crash against keys’ chin.
“i wanna see your tits” he begged, cupping them over the wool that covered them.
you nodded before agreeing with words, “take it off”
he took your sweater along with your tshirt off of you. keys moaned at the sight of your boobs spilling out of your bra, he wasn’t patient enough to let you unclasp it, and instead pulled the straps down your arms until they were completely free and let the piece of underwear rest on your waist.
the moment full of craving was interrupted by a rather sweet one when keys dropped his head down and left a trail of kisses on the valley between your breasts; however, it didn’t last long before he got his mouth on your left nipple.
“keys” you moaned and racked your hands through his hair, tugging on his brown messy locks. his tongue flicked over your bud while he pinched your right one between his index finger and thumb.
“you wanna know what i did last night?” he said against your skin and sucked hard in a way that would leave a mark that wouldn’t disappear for days.
“wh- what did you do?” it was hard to speak when all you were concentrated on was the feeling of his tongue dragging over you.
“i read our conversations,” he stopped playing with your tits to look you in the eyes, heavy breathing. “thinking about all the times you were just a few feet away from me, getting off to me, touching yourself how i was telling you to do…” he trailed off, almost like he was imagining it right then and there. “if i had known it was you-“
“what would you have done?” you nodded your head and touched his nose with yours, teasing him.
“i would’ve fucked your bitchy attitude out of you so much sooner,” he grabbed your thighs and pressed you down against him.
“what’s stopping you now then?” you tried to move but his hold on you was too firm.
“can’t a man enjoy what he has been waiting for for so long?” he joked with a smirk plastered on his face, and you giggled. “you gonna ride me?”
you attempted again, in vain, to grind against him, “i don’t care how, i want you inside me”
but he wasn’t done with his teasing. “you gonna show me you aren't all talk?” his thumbs made circles on your sides as the rest of his hand got under the elastic of your panties.
“i need to feel you keys” the way he was dragging it on was infuriating and cruel.
“i just wanna play with you for a bit first,” you grunted, you were running out of patience and he smiled. “you gonna let me play with your pussy?”
you felt his fingers slowly making their way to your front, and as much as you would’ve liked to have been able to get back at him, it was too much. so, you caved in “yeah”
keys didn’t need more confirmation to get his hand under your underwear. you jerked and hissed at the coldness of his fingers on you, he parted your lips with two of them and the slight rub of his palm close to your clit got you gasping for air.
“so wet,” he teased your entrance with slow, agonizing circles. “i bet you’ve been like this since this morning, haven’t you?” keys let the tips of two of his fingers get inside of you, and somehow that was worse than nothing.
“dont flatter yourself” you spat at him. the sudden attitude made keys push the rest of his two digits into you. “shit-“ you screamed.
he started pumping in and out of you in a steady rhythm. keys found pleasure in watching your head hang back with your mouth open and hearing tiny whimpers escape it, knowing he was the reason for them. knowing that he was making you feel good enough to bless him with your sounds. he wondered how many times it had happened before and he wasn’t there to hear them.
“go faster” you pleaded, breathless.
he sped up and started to rub your clit with his thumb, alternating between circling motions and just pressing on it, “like that?”
“yeah- fuck!” keys curled his fingers. “yes like that” you encouraged him to keep going and pulled his head back by his hair, exposing his neck where your mouth found its place, moaning against his jaw “i’m close”
the disappointment was instant.
keys took his hand away from your pussy and lifted it to his face, sucking his digits clean of your arousal. you felt empty the moment he stopped fingering you, but seeing him taste you made it worse. you felt jealous of his own mouth for having his fingers inside. “no, not yet,” he basically made fun of you.
“what the fuck!?” you hit his chest with your fists. you were still trying to catch your breath.
“you said you wanted me inside of you,” he tried to kiss you but you dodged it. “come on,” he rolled his eyes and squeezed your waist over the bra you never got totally off.
“you were inside of me,” you argued like you didn’t know exactly what he meant.
“but i want you to come on my dick,” his erection was pressing on your ass, he felt so hard that it was impossible to not be aware of it, but you had been too focused on your own high to notice it before.
it took everything in you not to look at him, knowing damn well that he probably had his puppy eyes on — a certain trait of him that you had caught on as soon as you started working together — but you did it, looking over his shoulder at the city through the window, the sun just minutes away from fully setting.
two minutes, maybe three passed and neither of you had moved. both of you were too stubborn.
until keys couldn’t take it anymore. your body tensed in anticipation the second it felt his hands travel from your waist to your pussy again. he stopped right above the wet spot on the dark fabric and searched your eyes with his own. you weren’t strong enough and stared right back, a silent agreement crossing your minds as you slightly lifted yourself off of him, so as to make way for him to grab your panties and pull them to the side.
“put it in,” he demanded, helping you up with his free hand on your ass.
your fingers sneaked under the waistband of his boxers; but not before you let them get a feel of his happy trail you were too aware of. after freeing his dick, you grabbed his length on your hand and started to jerk him off as best as you could from that angle.
keys’ hold on you hardened when your thumb rubbed his pink tip, smearing down his precum and getting him ready for you.
you decided to get back at him for his teasing by dragging his tip through your folds twice.
“fuck” he moaned.
once his dick was coated with your arousal, you lined him up with your entrance, ready to have a part of him inside of you again. slowly, you lowered yourself down, and keys let out a groan. there were still a few inches left; yet, you stopped. “shit,” you cursed at nothing. “i can't sit yet,” you told him, overwhelmed by his size.
“it’s okay,” he assured and you hugged him by the neck to try not to fall apart. without a warning, you sat down, taking the rest of him all at once. “holy fuck-” keys screamed in your ear.
“oh my god,” you said at the same time. the stretch burned you in the best way. you could feel him everywhere even if you were not moving.
you rolled your hips forward carefully, trying to get used to the feeling of all of keys inside you. for a moment all you could hear was your own heart beating and the unmistakable sound of skin moving against skin, with your face resting on the crook of his neck.
until he took your hair in a makeshift ponytail and got you out of your hiding spot with a not-so-gentle tug. “look down,” he told you. his dick was buried deep inside of you and there was no space left in between your bodies. “look how i'm filling you up,” keys pressed the heel of his hand on your lower stomach and you swore in that moment you could see stars as your vision got blurry from your watering eyes.
“it feels so good, keys” you managed to say and increased the pace. you began jumping up and down on his cock, all the pain you had felt at first had been replaced with complete ecstasy.
“just like that- you’re so good for me,” his praises made your walls clench “fuck- and so tight” he was again working on your clit, two of his fingers rubbed it relentlessly, sending a shock wave through your spine. “so much better than i imagined”
a knot was forming low on your abdomen and it was clear you weren’t going to last much longer, especially not since you had been so close before with just his fingers, “i’m gonna cum”
keys started to meet you halfway, pounding into you. “come for me, i can feel you want to- you almost came on my fingers now come on my dick” he cried your name out over and over again with each of his thrusts “fuck- fuck- fuck- let me feel how soaked your pussy gets“
the chair creaked under your bodies and if you hadn’t been so drunk on his dick you would’ve worried about breaking it. but in your head there was only keys, and when he hit that special spot inside of you that sent you over the edge, you let go.
“oh- keys,” your pussy squeezed around him as you reached your high and you fell on his chest, spent.
the warmth of your climax, and the clenching and unclenching of your walls as you came down did it for him. “i’m coming, shit- i’m coming,” keys’ broken cries echoed all over the room as he spilled inside of you, incapable of pulling out in time.
his arms wrapped around your middle as he held you close, your chests rose and fell as if you had just ran a marathon. you rested your sticky forehead on his and closed your eyes.
“same time on monday?” keys asked, still trying to catch his breath, and you laughed.
I just moved into a new apartment a couple of months ago and can’t stop thinking about what a domestic morning routine with all the djolings would look like... Some of these are slightly NSFW - MDNI!
Gator
This might be a hot take but I actually think Gator is a morning person and this is lowkey the time of day he’s most pleasant lmao. I think naturally he’s actually a pretty happy/easy going guy, it’s just the stress of Roy/his job/all the other bullshit that wears him down. As a result his mornings, before he has to deal with all that, have become somewhat sacred to him - but especially since moving in with you. You were nervous he was going to be a very cranky man before coffee and were pleasantly surprised to find how peaceful/calm he is first thing in the morning.
If it’s a weekday, he’ll often be up before you maybe to get a quick workout in before making you coffee (that’s where the acts of service end though bc a separate headcanon of mine is that he’s a disaster in the kitchen and I don’t see him being helpful packing your work bag lol). He’s got a quick, no frills routine so he’s in and out of the bathroom and actually kind of likes to watch you do your thing, amazed by how many products you use. He also strikes me as the kind of guy that wants to drive you to work, even if it’s out of his way. On the weekends I think he wakes you up early so he can fuck you hard into the mattress and then maybe Doordashes you guys breakfast bc he wore you out too much to cook.
Steve
We all know this man loves physical touch so I think morning sex is one of his favorite pastimes, whether you guys have work or not. The problem is he’s not the best with time management so if you do have work you’re almost always late. You guys often get carried away and then fight over the bathroom bc you both have fairly intricate routines (him and that damn Farrah Fawcett hairspray plz).
On days where you have nowhere to go, he loves getting to take his time with you and have a breakfast break before pulling you to the couch for round 2. But if you wake up tired/not in the mood, he’s also happy to just cuddle and read/watch a movie, as long as he’s with you.
Travis
Since he works the night shift, you guys are often two ships crossing in the night/morning, with you waking up just as he gets home, sometimes having time for a quick snuggle before you have to get ready for work. Sometimes though his shift runs late and you only have time for a quick kiss in the driveway/parking lot.
Living with you makes his shitty routine a lot better though. When Travis’ “morning” rolls around, you’re usually just getting home from work and he walks into the kitchen to find you making him dinner/snacks for his shift (and it’s always much better than the sad sandwiches he used to throw together for himself). He comes up behind you and starts talking your ear off, asking about your day and commenting on everything you’re packing him.
Keys
Even though Keys works late coding a lot of the time, I think he’s also a morning person like Gator and has one of those internal alarm clocks that wakes him up at 6 am no matter what, even on weekends. Unlike Gator though, he doesn’t disturb you on your days off and lets you sleep in if you want to. This man is perfectly content entertaining himself and has somewhat of a sixth sense for your routine now that you live together and will often have a hot breakfast waiting for you when you get downstairs.
During the week, he’s the king of efficiency. He loves his routine and moves through it without thinking, and since living with you he’s added in pockets of time to help you get ready if you want it (making your coffee, helping you find your keys, zipping up your dress, reaching for something in one of the tall cabinets) and he loves every minute of it.
Kurt
Since he’s a Spree driver, I think he’s usually working into the wee hours of the morning and therefore doesn’t wake up before 1 pm. Maybe 11 on a good day. Between that and constant being on his phone/computer (i just know his screentime is through the roof), I definitely think he’s a zombie for the first hour or so he’s up and if you’re home, he just wants to lay around with you and do nothing/doomscroll. I think living with him is basically like living with an overgrown teenager tbh.
But on some days that can be fun, sitting on his lap with breakfast burritos and showing each other funny videos or catching up on whatever show you’re streaming. Sometimes on the weekends he manages to convince you to help him film a “morning” vlog (it’s 2 pm but his 10 viewers don’t know that) with a slightly fabricated version of your routine.
Summary: Anna adjusts to her new life in Austin and has a run in at the bar that leads to something unexpectedly amazing.
Warnings (18+ MDNI): finger sucking, protected p in v sex, praise kink, daddy kink, fingering, doggy style, Dom!Joel, soft brattamer!Joel
Author Notes: Was not planning on using a daddy kink at all but it just slipped out. Any questions you can talk to my lawyer.
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September 2010
Austin, TX
The coffee shop on campus bustles with frantic, strung out students cramming for tests and typing out lab reports. Anna breezes by all of them to order a coffee and eventually meeting up with the one new friend she's been able to make. While she loves Derek, she still feels pretty disconnected from her other peers and finds herself second guessing her place at med school for the hundredth time since moving to Texas.
“Hey Anna.” Derek approaches her from behind and kisses her on the cheek. “You order yet?”
“I was just about to. What do you want?” She nods to the cash register. “It’s on me.”
“Oooo baby, you spoil me.” Derek laughs as Anna rolls her eyes. “Get me an iced latte. I’ll grab a table.”
Once their coffees are secured, Anna sits back and vents to Derek. “I feel like I’m doing med school wrong.”
“Oh god. This again.” Derek shakes his head. “Because you don’t pull all nighters and sleep in the library like these youngins?” He nods to the crazed people around them. “You’re a mom. Don’t compare yourself to them. Especially when you’re still at the top of the class.”
Anna sighs. “I just feel so feel awkward everyone except for you. We’re only six years older than them!”
“Hun, that may as well be a lifetime when you’re in your twenties.” Derek chuckles.
“I don’t know.” Anna looks down and fiddles with the hem of her shirt. “I connected with people even older at that age.”
Derek raises his eyebrows. “So what was his name?”
Anna’s eyes snap up. “What do you mean?”
Derek gives her a pointed look. “Is this guy the reason why you’ve been single for four years now?”
“I–” Anna crosses her arms. “Kind of.”
“HA! I knew it.” Derek rubs his palms together. “So he did you dirty?”
“No!” Anna pushes her bangs out of her face. “I messed it up.”
It’s been over a year since the night Joel tried to take her on their first date. She still cringes at the memory of how she acted that first week in Austin.
“I doubt that. What happened?”
“I just…” Anna struggles to get back into that headspace. In hindsight, it feels so irrational. “There was so much going on with Steven and the move. I was exhausted and just feeling so guilty about getting this exciting new life while Steven dried out in a sterile facility in the middle of nowhere.”
“So you self-sabotaged.”
“Maybe.” Anna groans. “It just seemed too good to be true. In all the years I’ve known Joel, he’s never been so forthright and eager.”
“Joel…” Derek smirks. “He tall, dark, and brooding?”
“Uh, yeah actually.” Anna chuckles. “That’s a weirdly spot on guess.”
“You strike me as the type to attract tough guys with a heart of gold.”
Anna blows a raspberry. “Joel’s the only ex…” She pauses. “Or rather, guy that fits that category.”
“Alright so what happened?” Derek leans in and sips his latte. “He tried to wine and dine you then you blew him off?”
“Worse.” Anna sips her coffee. “I tried to ice him out and he still kept being so sweet. So I snapped at him and he’s kept me at arms length ever since.”
“Aren’t you guys, like…” Derek flicks his hand in the air. “...part of the same family unit or something?”
“Yep. I see him on major holidays and in passing when our kids are together. I get a polite nod or a hello if he’s feeling frisky.”
“Did you try texting or calling him when you realized your grand mistake?”
“Yes.” Anna rolls her eyes and pulls out her phone, grimacing when she rereads their last couple of text conversations before sliding it over to Derek. “See for yourself.”
“Jesus.” He drums his fingers on the table as he scans the screen. “That man’s got it bad for you.”
Anna tilts her head. “Are you being serious? He blew me off twice.”
Derek laughs and shakes his head. “Babe, if a man truly didn’t want to talk to you…he wouldn’t respond. This man replied with full sentences.” He slides her phone back to her. “The window is open. Trust me.”
“You think?” Anna does a double take at the screen.
“I know.” Derek swirls his latte around, rattling the ice. “I have another date with Dan on Friday. Come with me and invite this guy.”
“Oh that’s a great idea.” Anna scoffs. “The man won't say more than two words to me but inviting him on a date should do the trick.”
“Oy vey.” Derek rubs his temples. “How about you just humor me for once? Would that be so hard?”
Anna thinks it would, but at the same time, she’s got nothing to lose.
***
The rest of the week drags on despite Anna’s days being full of classes and chasing Ellie around. Thursdays then rolls around and she still hasn’t worked up the courage to talk to Joel.
In all honesty, she tried. It was almost embarrassing how many times she unlocked her phone only to panic and toss it aside like it was on fire. There were just too many unknown variables. Joel could not respond to a text, or if she called, she’d have to listen to his steady breathing and try to guess what he was thinking.
Anna continues playing through all the possible scenarios that end with her being humiliated while she drives to run some errands before picking up Ellie from daycare. Then it hits her: one way she can be sure to read Joel is to ask him in person. If she catches him off guard, she’d be able to gauge how he really feels about running into her and if it’s worth risking asking him out.
He’ll never make the first move, out of respect for Anna’s emotional state following a broken engagement and cross country relocation. But if Anna can somehow convince him that she wants him…not because she’s lonely or horny but because she just genuinely wants to be with him…well it just might get him to say yes.
Looking at the time, Anna decides to abandon her errands and makes a U-turn at the next light to drive to Joel’s project site that she may or may not have driven past a few times already. That man just looks so good in a worn T-shirt and hard hat.
Anna shakes her head and tries to focus, running through what she wants to say in her head. She gets out of the car and walks to the fence of the site, muttering to herself.
Then she sees Joel.
He’s standing on the edge of the action, monitoring the construction workers and jotting notes on a clipboard. He turns to the side, giving Anna a view of his bicep bulging out of his sleeve and his scruffy jawline set in concentration. She suddenly loses all her confidence in this plan and is about to run back to her car when he looks up and makes eye contact with her.
She gives him an awkward wave, cursing silently when his brow furrows as he jogs over to the fence.
“Anna.” He looks her up and down. “You okay?”
All Anna can do is stare for a second, trying to read him the way she claims she can do so well. He definitely doesn’t seem annoyed to see her. There’s a tenderness in his eyes that makes her feel like she can be honest with him.
“Yes, I am.” She bites her lip. “Sorry to just show up like this.”
Joel shakes his head. “Don’t be. You’re never a bother.”
Anna opens her mouth then closes it. “Well…that’s good.”
He stares at her for a moment and then back at the site. “I meant what I said, but did you need to talk to me or…?”
“Right.” Anna squeezes her eyes shut and gets it out before she loses her nerve for good. “Would you maybe want to come get drinks with me and my friends tomorrow?”
Joel’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. “Oh. Um…”
Panic blooms in Anna’s chest. “No pressure! I just…I thought it might be nice. Spend some time together outside of the family stuff.”
“Are you sure?” Joel reaches up and scratches the back of your neck. “If you’re feeling awkward at those things because of me, I’m sorry.”
“Oh my god, no.” Anna grips the fence. “Joel, that’s not it at all. I’m inviting you because I want to spend time with you. This isn’t some sort of peace treaty.”
“Okay. That’s good.” Joel flexes his hands. “I, uh, gotta double check what Sarah’s doing. I think she wanted to go to a friend's house anyway so it should work.”
“Of course. Like I said, no pressure.” Anna takes a step back. “Well, I should go. But I really do hope to see you tomorrow, Joel.”
There’s a flicker of something that passes through his expression. Anna hopes it’s desire, but she can’t be sure.
“Yeah. Me too, Anna.”
***
Anna sits at the bar with her now lukewarm beer, confident that she’s getting stood up tonight. Joel technically never confirmed he was coming when she texted him the name of the bar and the time, but she would’ve expected him to give her a heads up one way or the other.
But she’s been sitting there for over an hour. Derek and his date are having a great time in the back playing pool and making eyes at each other while she’s feeling really stupid for thinking she had a shot with Joel.
She decides to kill Derek later and is about to flag down the bartender to close out her tab when a solid, warm presence smelling of cedarwood and sawdust appears by her side.
“So…Boston, huh?”
She turns to find Joel looking down at her, his eyes twinkling. She nods once and mirrors his smirk. “Yup.”
He nods and leans on the bar, touching her beer bottle and tuts when he feels it. “Can I get you another drink? This one’s a bit warm.”
“You don’t have to.” Anna shrugs, playing along with the re-enactment of the night they met.
“I want to.”
Unlike that night, Joel's tone with that line is certain, hungry even She searches his face for a reason not to believe him, but it doesn’t come to her. He stands before her looking as earnest as ever. His mouth twists into a coy smile but those eyes, the ones she thinks could never lie to her, hold this intense weight to them that rattles her soul.
Still, the last year and how he’s avoided her isn’t forgotten.
“Do you? Or do you just feel bad that you've shot down all my attempts to talk?” Anna gives him a small smile to signal she’s teasing slightly, though she still keeps an edge to her voice.
“That wasn’t as easy as you’d think.” Joel clenches his jaw. “You’re hard to ignore.”
“You seem to be able to do it just fine,” Anna huffs and goes off book. “Why are you doing this?”
The beat of silence weighs heavily between you too, until Joel dips his head, so his lips are inches from Anna’s. “I’m choosing you this time.”
She grabs his face and pulls his mouth to hers.
***
Joel’s bedroom somehow hasn’t changed at all since Anna was in here six years ago. Joel drags her inside and shuts the door before pushing her up against it. He captures her lips with his again, forcing her to slow down whenever she tries to deepen the kiss or increase the pace.
“Easy, baby,” He murmurs against her lips. “Just feel it, okay?”
Anna whines into his mouth and grips the collar of his shirt. “Want you so bad, Joel.”
“You have me.” He grinds against her, lifting the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. “I know it’s been awhile, but let’s not rush this.”
“Mmm,” Anna hums as he trails kisses down her neck. “Fine.”
Joel stands up and scoffs, his eyes twinkling while he cradles her cheek. “Don’t be a brat.” He traces her bottom lip with his thumb. “Where’s my good girl?”
Anna keeps her eyes on his when she slides her tongue out and licks the pad of his thumb. Joel groans and pushes it into her mouth, prompting her to close her mouth around his finger and suck, swirling her tongue around.
“Can I suck your cock?” Anna bats her eyelashes up at Joel.
“Shit.” He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against hers. “I’m not gonna last if you keep talkin’ like that, sweetheart. I need to be inside you.”
“Oh?” Anna giggles and kisses him once. “What happened to not rushing it?”
Joel’s eyes snap open. “What’d I just say about being a brat?”
He reaches down and throws Anna over his shoulder, making her squeal. It’s a short walk to the bed where he sets her down and moves to unbutton her jeans.
Anna sits up when she feels his hands pause. “Something wrong?”
He trails his pointer finger along her belly button. “Piercin’s gone.”
She looks down at her bare stomach and back at Joel, laughing softly. “I had to take it out when I was pregnant. You liked it?”
Joel bends over and licks her stomach. “Fuckin’ loved it. Thought about it all the damn time.”
“Well,” Anna chuckles as he takes her pants off followed by his shirt. “I still have the tramp stamp.”
His eyes darken. “Turn around and show me.”
Anna bites her lip and flips over, getting up on all fours. She feels Joel’s rough fingers trace the lines of the moth on her lower back. He grinds into her ass, letting her feel the hardness of him.
“Joel…” Anna breathes.
“Yeah? Nothin’ smart to say now?” Joel pulls her underwear down and slides his fingers through her soaking wet folds. “You gonna let me fuck you like this, baby?”
“Yes.” She pushes back against him, desperate for more friction. “You can do whatever you want.”
He pushes two fingers inside her, making her cry out. “Don’t know, darlin’. It’s been awhile. You sure you can take me?”
“I can do it,” Anna whimpers as she fucks herself against his fingers. “Wanna be good for you, Daddy.”
Both of them freeze and Anna clamps her mouth shut, having absolutely no idea where that came from. She’s never been such a simpering mess like this at the hands of a man, but with Joel she just can’t help but feel this overwhelming need to submit to him fully.
Joel’s apparently into it, because he resumes pumping his fingers in and out of her, growling, “That’s right. You’re Daddy’s good girl.”
“Oh god…” Anna dips down and presses her face into Joel’s comforter, breathing in the musky scent of him. “Please fuck me.”
“I will, baby.” He carefully withdraws his fingers and reaches into his nightstand to grab a condom. “We’re gonna take it slow, though. Okay?”
Anna nods and licks her lips, watching over her shoulder as Joel rolls the condom on. He meets her gaze, his pupils blown wide as he grabs her hip and lines himself up with his other hand. He slowly pushes the tip of his cock into her.
“Oh fuck.” Anna exhales, breathing through the burn of him stretching her out. It’s almost too much, but she’s desperate for Joel to fill her completely.
“Talk to me, sweetheart.” Joel rubs her back and inches in a little more. “You need me to stop?”
“No.” Anna shakes her head. “You’re so big, Joel. But it feels too good to stop.”
“Shit, you’re so tight.” He pushes in further and throws his head back. “Fuckin’ perfect.”
Soon, Joel’s buried to the hilt and just stays there, letting Anna’s walls accommodate him. He grabs both of her hips and shifts a little, testing to see how Anna’s taking him.
“Daddy…” Anna looks over her shoulder again. “Please move.”
Joel groans and rolls his hips, hitting deep inside her. Anna files away that calling him that seems to have an almost bewitching effect on him. His expression is wild as he digs his fingertips into his flesh and starts pounding into her.
“Feels amazin’, baby,” Joel grunts. “Even better than I remember.”
“Shit, Joel.” Anna meets each of his thrusts. “I missed you so much.”
This makes the last of his restraint snap, prompting him to set a brutal pace that has Anna seeing stars. Joel drives further and further into her, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room.
“Fuck, need you closer.” Joel wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her flush against his chest.
Anna’s back rubs against the coarse hair there and tilts her head back on his shoulder. She grabs his arm and lets out a content sigh as he buries his face in the crook of her neck, suckling the sensitive skin there.
Heat pools in Anna’s center and brings her closer to the edge. Joel’s free hand dips down to begin circling her clit in tune with the rhythm of his thrusts. Every movement gets her closer and closer to the edge.
“Can I come, Joel?”
He presses his mouth to the shell of her ear. “Ask me properly.”
“Daddy…” Anna grins, having way more fun with this than she expected. “Can I please come?”
“There she is, my sweet girl.” Joel’s pace quickens as he kisses her temple. “Yes, honey. Daddy’s gonna help you come.”
And as a man true to his word, Joel fucks Anna until that coil in her snaps and pleasure washes over her.
“Fuck! Oh my god...feel’s so good,” Anna’s mouth falls open as she rides out her high.
“Shit, the way your squeezin’ me feels heavenly, baby.” Joel’s rhythm falters slightly as he chases his own release.
He palms Anna’s breasts, kneading them as he gets close. Anna looks up at him and kisses his jaw. This is apparently enough to push him over the edge and he jerks forward, his release filling the condom.
Both of them breathe heavily, coming down from their respective orgasms. Joel flips Anna back around, this time settling her into the comforter gently so he can crawl into bed beside her. For a while, neither of them say anything, the distance that only ended a couple of hours ago still somewhat fresh in their minds.
Anna snuggles into him. “I truly don’t know what I did to get so lucky with you.”
Joel just chuckles softly and settles into the mattress with his arms wrapped around her. The last thing Anna remembers him saying before drifting to sleep is something about not rushing out tomorrow morning.
Anna’s pretty sure she won’t have a problem with that.
***
The next morning, Anna wakes up to the other side of the bed empty, not unlike that first night with Joel. Except this time, when she pads over to the stairs, the smell of coffee is accompanied by pancakes and bacon.
Downstairs, Joel sits at the kitchen table with his mug in one hand and smiles at her over the rim. “Mornin’, beautiful.”
Anna sits down in the chair beside Joel and leans forward to kiss him. “You didn’t have to do all this.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to waste Whataburger on you again.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Anna laughs and rolls her eyes. They settle into their meal and enjoy a quiet morning together, the simple domesticity of it so easy. For the first time in years, Anna feels like she finally belongs somewhere.
"The thing I loved about the character and loved that they gave me is that he kind of has a change of heart and realizes the error in his ways. And I think right now there's kind of a lot of opportunity for that, for people to sort of choose to do the right thing. The show is about a group of outcasts that come together and you can be from all walks of life. But I just love that the character kind of makes that choice. For that reason, it was a just real pleasure to play for 10 years." — Joe Keery
Joe Keery as Steve Harrington in Stranger Things (2016-2025)
Today I'm thinking about Dad's bsf!Steve who has a sarcastic sense of humour and always looks at you to see if you're laughing after he takes the piss out of your dad.
Dad's bsf!Steve who helps your dad fix up his old car and comes into the kitchen with his hands covered in oil and a rag over his shoulder, t-shirt stretched around his biceps as he leans his hip against the counter to pick at the fruit bowl while you wash dishes.
Dad's bsf!Steve who doesn't say anything the entire time he watches you clean but just as he pushes off the counter he gestures at your yellow tank top and mutters "yellow's your colour" before he walks away.
Dad's bsf!Steve who's the one you call when your car breaks down on the way home from a bad date and he shows up without hesitation.
Dad's bsf!Steve who looks like he just rolled out of bed, fixing your car to the back of his truck so he can tow it, the orange street lamp catching his straining muscles when he shifts into the light.
Dad's bsf!Steve who's grip on the steering wheel tightens slightly when you tell him the details of your date being gross, mumbling that you deserve better than that under his breath, not intending for you to hear but you catch it anyway.
Dad's bsf!Steve who pulls up outside your dark house and keeps his eyes on yours the whole time you thank him for the ride, shivers trailing up your spine as his eyes drop to your mouth when you unclip your seatbelt.
Dad's bsf!Steve who tells you "pretty girl like you shouldn't have to put up with these assholes," as he tucks your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering a second too long to be played off.
Dad's bsf!Steve who watches you as you walk up the porch steps, sucking in a breath as you turn to wave at him before heading inside, knowing that you're all he's going to think about for the night.
ok nobody asked but this weekend I moved all my fic projects from Google Docs to Ellipsus for drafting and I had to hop on my soap box to say if you’re also considering that switch: DO IT.
i'd been convincing myself docs is fine because it's what I've been using for years but that dumbass Gemini AI feature is so much more in your face now and actually embedded into the document (like seriously gtfo IM TRYING TO WRITE HERE).
Ellipsus is not only free of that nonsense but is also just a vibe. The themes are more fun and it was actually super easy to import everything by downloading them as a word doc from Drive and uploading them. If you're also sick of Google Docs take this as a sign!!
P.S. If you pay for Ellipsus Plus you can also create cute little snippet graphics by just highlighting a section of your draft and customizing the background!! Here's an out of context snippet from a Gator x Reader fic I'm working on 😏 (Includes some brief smut - MDNI!)
Ok that’s the end of my PSA. Tl;dr - Google Docs sucks and Ellipsus rules.
Now I just need to move all my original projects…😅
┐(￣∀￣)┌ : what are 1-3 kinks that never fail to arouse you? what are some that you wish were used more in fics?
Ooooo this is a good question. These are my top 3 kinks for sure:
Praise Kink - I never skip a fic with this tag. My own fics also never skip this tag either lol. I unfortunately am an eldest daughter cliche that felt invisible a lot of the time growing up so the idea of my partner staring into my soul and tell me I’m taking it so well hits every time 🙂↕️
Orgasm Control/Edging - If you go through my AO3 bookmarks you’ll find quite a few fics on this subject 🤓☝🏻I truly am as submissive as it gets so surrendering to someone completely in this way just does things to me 🫦 especially if they’re a little bossy about it tbh
Thigh Riding - Not sure if this one is officially a kink, but I always click into a fic so fast when I see this tag. I’ve been reading about thigh riding for YEARS and it never gets old. 😮💨 It’s a classic for a reason!
Some kinks I’d love to see more of (and may be writing into my own upcoming fics): shibari, forced orgasms (consensually that is - I’ve read lots of great dubcon fics that feature this but I wouldn’t say it aroused me), free use 🤐
would looove to talk about secret-freak keys… so adoring yet very softly mean in bed….
18+, minors dni
ok.......hear me out...........because i think keys gives the softest of dom vibes......outside of bed, in your normal day-to-day life, he's doing small, slightly dom-adjacent tasks: he sets your vitamins out with a full glass of water on the table, and tells you to take a picture and text you when you've done it. he stocks his apartment with specific things that you like, knowing that he doesn't care for those snacks or bath products. if you fall asleep before doing it, he'll pack your work bag for the next day.
so it's kind of... unsurprising that keys is a bit dominating in bed, considering the way your nonsexual dynamic goes. conversations are had before, of course, and you slowly work your way up to what he considers to be the most intense tasks (or at least, the ones he's most comfortable doing with you in bed).
for one, he loves praising you, but he's always sandwiching his compliments with something just as mocking. with his lips brushing against the shell of your ear or the open gape of your mouth, he'll murmur degrading comments to get you off: "is it too much for you, baby? c'mon, i know it's not. open those pretty eyes for me— atta girl, there she is. show me how well you can take it, yeah? you wanna be good for me, right? i know you do, sweetheart."
orgasm control is kind of his Thing. he makes you ask permission every time you're ready to come, and his favorite way to answer your question is a simple no. he likes edging you with a small bullet vibrator as foreplay (nothing too crazy, though he's willing to try out any toys you're interested in), then finally sliding his cock in and allowing you to finally finish when you're wrapped around him. occasionally, he'll go for overstim, too, but he gets nervous when he overworks you. he gets more turned on by the idea of owning all your orgasms instead.
finally, he loves seeing you cry. it's pretty easy to do when he's edging you, or when you're accidentally gagging on his fingers when he's fucking you in missionary. (because, at the end of the day, keys is still a loverboy, and missionary is indeed his favorite position. he thinks it's deeply underrated.) "my pretty crybaby," he'll coo, wiping your tears down the side of your cheeks with his thumbs, "i know, baby. you just lay there and let me take care of you."
