"I'm stealthy like a ninja."

bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.

send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.

awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.

bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).

blinded. our muses getting frisky in the dark (wherever).

buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours.

butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.

bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.

call me maybe. our muses having phone sex.

claimed. my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.

coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.

cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.

city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.

closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.

covered. our muses getting handsy under a shared blanket.

dancing on my own. my muse getting close and personal on the dancefloor.

discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.

free. our muses getting frisky in a secluded lake.

freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.

game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.

hands off. our muses attempting bondage for the first time (light).

husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.

meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.

occupied. our muses getting riled up in a public bathroom.

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.

peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.

radio. our muses getting handsy in the car.

showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally.

silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason.

steamy. our muses getting frisky in the shower.

strangers in the night. our muses having a one night stand.

talk to me. my muse dirty talking with yours.

tiles. our muses getting frisky in the bathroom.

voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.

Steve’s eyes remained focused on his surroundings, trying to get a feel for the darkness that surrounded him. Ever since the fog took shape, this forest has never been the same. A feeling of dread, a feeling of unhappiness and anger. It was difficult to keep himself from smashing his bat into the closest tree, let alone keeping himself focused on what was ahead. He kept a hold of the strap that stood upon the backpack and he carried on, making sure to stay alert for anything that might be ahead. It was difficult to truly be on the ready however when he could barely see, but right away he felt off, almost as if he were being watched. This being just a feeling, it was difficult to act on it but it did force him to hold still while his eyes scanned the area.

Instinct wanted him to call out to see if anyone was out there but that would have possibly been the most moronic thing he could have done. Instead he held still for just a moment and looked around to see if anything was potentially out of place, anything that could be taken as a threat. Reaching for his backpack, his fingers slowly gripped the base of his bat before he pulled it from his backpack entirely. A quick spin of the weapon now in his possession, he pressed forward slowly while his eyes shift from left to right. He couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but then, maybe if someone was there they didn’t have the best luck tracking him either.

His eyes were locked with the other, making sure to keep a close eye on his movements. He had no idea who this guy was but he didn’t want to be caught off guard, he didn’t want to be taken down before he had a chance to see what was coming. Assuming he had the chance to inch as closely as he needed, he was still a good distance from the other but he was close to a tree and a small ledge beside him that led to a descending path. This would serve as cover if he needed to get away from this guy quickly. “I’m not here to start a fight with you, but I’m gonna need you to let me pass. Whatever’s out there has been terrorizing my home and I’m taking the fight to it. Maybe its the same reason you’re here?” It was a shot in the dark, but the connection could have been there. Either way, Steve proceeded with caution, keeping his option for escape open in case of anything.

Dark brown eyes glanced out into the abyss of Hawkins forest. Funny how only five years could turn a boring small town with plentiful jobs and educational opportunities into the epicenter of death and despair. When did it all go to shit? When did it get so far out of control? Demogorgons were the first, and then the Mind Flayer, the evils of the Upside Down, and soon after criminals and serial killers who looked to capitalize on a town weak and down on their luck. His home, the beautiful sunny town he grew to love was being overthrown, being torn apart. He stood alone at the entrance of the fenced-off forest. A red bandana covering his face, goggles upon both eyes, a nailed down baseball bat on his hands, and several more daggers to act as his weaponry. He was here for a reason, to do something Hawkins Police refused to do, to get his home back. His backpack strapped along his shoulder, turned off the engine to his newly built 1980 Chevrolet Camaro before he opened the door and stepped outside of the car. Locking the door, he fixed his jacket and stepped forward, his boots clanking against the branches of the floor. Once more Harrington glanced inside.

“Let’s get our home back.” He called to no one and held a tight grip on his backpack before he reached over to grab hold of the pliers that were in his backpack, meant to make an opening in the fence. Climbing over it no longer an option because of the barbed wire at the top. Once he managed a hole big enough, Steve stepped through it only to stand up at the other side with his determination as clear as ever. No one knew he was here, and that was probably for the better. The Scooby Kids, Hopper, Joyce, Nancy…if either of them knew he was here they would have either tried to stop him or tried to join him and he’d be damned if he didn’t see this through without any more blood spilled because of him. He was focused, he was determined, even if the shadows had a knack for hiding the dangers that truly lurked in them. Deep down he was scared shitless, but Steve Harrington carried on, pressing step for step into the dark forest. There were evils lurking, and he was ready to face them because if Steve Harrington didn’t then who would?

Liam had stayed in Hawkins when things went down hill. Well really he stayed hiding in Hawkins Lab. His “home”. He tried to keep the Demogorgons that would suddenly come back at bay though the shapeshifter was getting tired. One person can only handle so much even if they’re not 100% human.

Steve pressed on, keeping his eyes opened to see what was coming his way through the darkness. He needed to be careful, stay on guard so he wasn’t taken by surprise and with the evils that infested this dark forest, he knew there was something he would inevitably face sooner or later but it was his hope to have the drop on it rather than the alternative. Hearing a shuffle in front of him was a dead give away something was coming, something dangerous? Maybe but he wasn’t going to take the chance. Reaching for his backpack, he clutched the base of his signature bat and pulled it from the bag. Twirling the bat in his palm he held it tight and gripped it with his right hand while his eyes locked with the source of the noise. It didn’t take long for the source to reveal itself, it was...a wolf? Okay that alone took him off guard, what the Hell was a wolf doing this far out into the forest leading...  “Oh shit…”