#at least i can enjoy things unlike your sorry ass

[posallys]

flowers and fuzzy blankets and sunshine and coffee and the sound of the rain and falling leaves and the ocean and candles and pretty buildings and grass and fun music and snow and city lights and stars and butterflies and pictures and good food and cool clothes and baking and pretty words and. god forbid women like anything

[bainutwater85]

can i get nsfw headcanons about any naruto characters? your choice !!

characters: gaara, kiba, kakashi, shikamaru

cw: cum, anal, vibrators, dick sizes, fem reader with fem parts

a/n: hope u enjoy! also i’m writing for them during the time naruto and hinata got married (?) i know they were like 19-23 or 24

GAARA !

when you two are alone: he likes when you lay on him n he rubs your back inching his way down to you ass, rubbing it and kneading it in his hands.

twerk on this man, give him a lap dance i swear to god he won’t be disappointed by anything you shake. his eyes will be wide and he’ll have the biggest smile on his face, if y’all are drunk and doing this then you’ll definitely be fucking wherever you are at. Most likely will come in his pants..

his balls are tight and full, not big but average size for his age. Loves when you just lay next to him and invade his space then slipping a hand in his pants to massage his balls; especially when he’s cramping there to.

he’s not much of a sex guy but definitely prefers dry humping over the real dick in the ass thing, if yknow what i mean. you 2 just get the grind on..slow and sensual. & by dry humping— he’s not humping you like a wild animal, just dragging his boner across your leg/thigh. You do the same..just without ur panties (^_^)

Don’t get me wrong..he’ll have sex and release his load in you or on you a few times— he just has a..in between sex drive (?) basically: sex isn’t always on his mind unless you propose to it and if he’s having a rough day (which is almost everyday & barely resorts to sex to get relaxed) anywayss. With that being said i really feel like he likes to take sex slow so your foreplay will last about 15-20 mins and another 20 while he’s kissing every crack and creavice of your body.

⤴︎ i also feel like he’s big into role play. Like yes, i’ll be the princess and you’ll be the evil big bad wizard that needs my love and touch. Or yes you can be the UPS guy and i can be the mom of 2 college and highschool kids during the summer waiting for my dildo to arrive because me and my husband divorced a few months ago

he don’t lick pussy he SUCKS pussy. he don’t give you fast kitten licks he will head straight for the clit and suck on it like a pacifier and rub it when he’s done.

his cum has an easy flow and isn’t too thick but he spurts out a lot. Also average size with an average girth, 6.4 inches at best🙌🏾

KIBA !

biggg ash, GIRTH && LENGTH WISE. i’d say 6.6 at least. n he lovesss it when you whine and tell him it don’t or won’t fit & try to push him back a bit by his abdomen or run. just for him to grab you by the hips/waist and start pounding into you

unlike gaara he will dive in and lick your pussy clean. sorry not sorry, he has no pussy eating technique and does what he saw a man do on a porno he seen when he 12 years old. yeahhhp

why fuck one hole when you can fuck 3? we all say in usion. He’s an anal god & prefers the butthole than the vagina or mouth.

speaking of mouth..he likes a little teeth on his cock, not a lot tho😗 cause it “tickles” he says.

Guys..he does not have breeder balls..i’m sorry :(. They aren’t small they just aren’t as big but they don’t sag either..they’re TIGHT. tight like if he was to go soft rn his ball sacks would be a futon for his penis

also has bad ball cramps and whines so much when you can’t or won’t help him with it. But “its fine” he says, just don’t beg for any dick post- shark week 😒. && to top it all off he is a MASTER MASTURBATER. when he got with you he stopped watching porn and used his imagination with you being the the source of material.

sleeps bare butt ass naked with his balls all out jus free ballin like we’re in the paleoithic age💀

ass eater ass eaterr. he don’t care if you ain’t shower this morning he wants to go in and down. He’s a free and wild man when it comes to sex, LITERALLY.

whines the most and hates to admit it but he just can’t help how tight you are. Like you wrap around him just right and it makes him come on the spot sometimes

they don’t mind a bush or fuzzy peach. But kiba is the one to cry when you shave or get a wax down there 😗 the others don’t mind if it’s hairy, a little hair never hurt them and plus “we grown” kakashi, kiba and SHIKAMARU say in harmony 😭

+ all of the character listed above

KAKASHI !

always and i mean alwaysss has to have a hand on your ass and tits. it’s not even in a horny or sexual way— he just wants to squeeze and feel the squish of your body. Unknowingly massages them to and you don’t even point it out, then he’s moving his hand looking down at your nipple like “why is it hard?” man you just gave top tier massage that could clear migraines and cramps.

his dick is big and he knows ittt. Sitting on his lap is enough for his dick to go in ‘up mode’ he will nottt back down or let YOU back down when you tease him and try to leave him by hiself with a hardon, no ma’am..you’re gonna finish what you started.

never fully gets naked when you two are having sex. his shirt is off, pants down and his dick coming out the deisgined hole of his boxers. Your bra over your tits and panties pulled to the side.

he lives in the country and rural era of konoha so yes you suck his dick and he eats you out on his back patio, what about it?

doesn’t want you having any dildos, he doesnt know why it makes him so upset you need a FAKE cock to make you cum when you have him. The only sex toys he’ll allow is a vibrator and butt plug. Speaking of vibrators, he so fascinated by the way your plump pussy lips move when you use it😫

preps you all the time, you two could’ve been fucking since the day you got together, he’s still gonna prep you either way cause mans is BIG. he’s more of a shower than grower tho 😗

6.7in when soft and 7inch hard. His girth isn’t wide..it’s more on the skinny side but he reaches places better with the size and length. Once you cried so hard and almost reached your breaking point when his thrust kept getting deeper and slower cause he was hitting the entrance to your cervix and lord was it painful yet pleasing at once.

his balls are average but they sag, not low but they got some weight to em on the inside 😭

SHIKAMARU !

wants to makes movies with you and has made movies with you. But it’s premium tho so only you and him only see it.

always and i mean alwayssss has a hand in your panties or on your thigh. You two would be chillin in the living room, the floor or in the bed (most of the times the bed) and he’ll just sneak his through and just rub your clit. he doesn’t finger you just rubs you slowly, occupied with his phone and your pussy while he’s just strolling through social media and getting you off all at once.

fav position is most likely doggystyle. Why? because if you both are getting your freak on and wanting to watch something..you can do both.

lazy sex..need i say more? he’s got you laying on top of him with his dick barely all the way inside you and giving half ass thrusts while you both are half away and naked at the crack of morning

hates pulling out, says it ruins the good feeling when you’re about to cum. Naw sweetie he just wants to be a dad of a cheerleading team. He might wanna be one and done or 2 kids but the way he cums inside of you..😗 it says otherwise. he doesn’t even pull out till you guys wake up, and if he did so you can go pee and get it out your system— he’s gonna ease way back in and go to bed like that 😭

another sagger and shower but not a grower. He’s average, length and girth. 6.6 hard and 6.6 soft. It’s just limpy yknow?.

also sleeps naked well semi-naked. but you? oh he makes you strip down to your socks and earrings. he wants you skinned down to the toess. He only sleeps in a bare of boxers and time out time he uses rhat as his advantage. won’t even take them off to pull his dick out. he either slips it through the hole of his pants or over the hem of the boxers. Somtimes doesn’t even take it out himself and gets you to do it by grinding it agaisnt you or pulling you closer to it.

cums a lot and cums whenever and wherever tbh. on your face in your mouth, wipes it off for you tho. One thing he lovessss to do is slap his tip on your lips or cheeks he just loves slapping his cock all over your face anyways

[muwapsturniolo]

✯FreshLove for the Fit✯

pt1

Summary: Y/N decides to DM Chris after receiving threats and things start to escalate between the two.

Warnings: NSFW content, swearing, mentions of jerking off, titties are mentioned, dildos, masturbation.

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Y/N was dying of laughter.

Two days ago, one of her favorite content creators decided to go on a spam spree and like all of her posts. She was confused, to say the least, then she became flattered.

Now here she is, full-on cackling as she reads the hate comments she's receiving.

12-year-old girls' calling her all types of names and sending death threats, all because Chris Sturniolo was most likely jerking off to her?

It's hilarious.

She starts laughing even harder when she realizes Chris unfollowed her and unliked all of her posts.

She decides to mess with him a little bit and sends a DM on Instagram

Y/I/N

yo, your fans are cray asf. you need to tell them to leave me tf alone.

Chris's heart dropped when he saw the notification. Y/N was DM'ing him? He hesitantly clicks on the notification and his mouth runs dry when he sees what she said.

He felt like shit.

He isn't dumb, he saw what some of the fans were saying to her online. He thought it was crazy they were sending death threats to her because he was horny and dumb. He decides to respond back.

Christophersturniolo

i feel like shit for the stuff they are saying to and about you. it's not fair at all and I'm sorry.

Y/I/N

LMAO, im playing with you. ion care about these little ass girls. they mad at me because you were horny and jerked your shit to me. shit is funny.

Chris can't help but sigh, and laugh in relief. He really didn't want Y/N to be mad at him.

Christophersturniolo

fuck you had me scared. I'm glad you're handling this well though.

Y/I/N

lmao, i can handle myself very well thank you

Chris finds himself being bold behind a screen.

Christophersturniolo

i like the way you handle yourself.

Y/N smiles and turns onto her stomach, kicking her feet as if she's a schoolgirl texting her crush.

Y/I/N

so i take it you like my content?

She knows he likes it, but she wants to see him admit it. Y/N was a bit cocky, she knows she's pretty as fuck, has a nice body, and that her content is one of the best.

She just likes hearing people say it.

Christophersturniolo

love it actually

Y/I/N

tell me what you love about it.

Christophersturniolo

i love that you wear my brand as your getting off. the way you tweak your nipples through the shirts as you shove the dildo into yourself, chasing an orgasm. i love the way your moans are soft yet so loud at the same time. Don't get me started on your thighs, id love to be in between them all day.

Both of them are staring at their phones, bodies shaking as they take deep breaths. this conversation took a turn none of them were expecting.

Chris can't believe he's talking to a CamGirl who could actually expose this whole conversation.

Y/N can't believe she's even talking to Chris. Hell, she barely has wrapped her head around the fact he enjoys her content.

Christophersturniolo

what would you say if i wanted you to call me

Y/I/N

i would tell you to check my stories tab for prices.

Not even five minutes later, Y/N gets a cash app notification for $200 with the message

"FT me and wear FreshLove."

There's a phone number attached and Y/N is shocked. Her FT prices are only $130 but he sent $200.

She copies the number before pasting it into the Facetime log and pressing the call button.

It rings three times before Chris picks up.

"They look good," both of them think to themselves.

Chris is wearing a pink hoodie that makes Y/N go feral on the inside. Pink is one of her many favorite colors and to see him looking so good laid out in it, she's clenching her legs. It doesn't help that his camera angle is low. She wonders if that's what he would like while his dick is in her throat.

Y/N is in fact wearing FreshLove just like Chris asked (it was more so a demand but that's not the point), and he's trying to contain himself. It was obvious the pink shirt may be a size too small considering it was hugging her chest tightly, allowing her pierced nipples to peak through. His mind is running wild as he imagines fucking her while she's decked out in his brand.

"Hi,"

Chris is shocked when he hears the tone of her voice. He doesn't know what he was expecting, but he didn't expect something so soft and dainty. No wonder her moans sound the way they do.

"Hey..." Chris responds.

"What did you want to call for?" for some reason, Chris is too shy to admit the real reason he wanted to call. How do you tell a girl you only wanted to Facetime, in hopes she fucks herself on her pink dildo so he can jerk off.

"I don't know."

Y/N tilts her head to the side as she looks at him, "I think you know you're just too scared to say it." Her words are taunting,

Chris doesn't like it.

"Not scared to admit anything. I just figured you wouldn't like me telling you to go ahead and grab that pink dildo and fuck yourself for me. I was raised to be a gentleman after all." Chris smirks seeing Y/N get shy. Although her skin is brown, he can tell there's a faint reddish tint to them.

He keeps going, "Don't act all shy, like you don't post yourself online doing the same thing. After all that is how I found you."

Y/N likes being degraded. It's one of the many kinks she has.

"But I won't have you do that, I want to get to know you first."

Y/N is shocked. usually, when she does these calls, the guys automatically demand that she strip and start playing with herself. Although this whole interaction will be transactional, it's a breath of fresh air for her.

The call continues, both of them laughing and talking for more than an hour. The conversations jump from topic to topic. One minute they are talking about music (Y/N was shocked when Chris hadn't heard of Jorja Smith), favorite foods, and movies.

Suddenly Y/N asks a question that's been on her mind, " Why did you send $200 when the price was $130?"

"Because I wanted to" he answers so quick and nonchalantly, it surprises Y/N.

"But you didn't have to, especially if we didn't do anything sexual." When Y/N looks back at her phone, she sees a smirk made its way across Chris's face.

"I have a proposition for you."

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i actually hate this so much but i did want to put out a second chapter 😭 let me know if yall like it or what you want to happen. im very open to suggestions!!!

[azrielbrainrot]

I Laugh Like Me Again... She Laughs Like You - Part 3

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Description: When your own identity is challenged you're forced to find an ally in what you thought was the most unlikely place.

Warnings: Angst, Memory loss, mentions of death

Word Count: 5950

Notes: Sorry for the wait but I had to map things out to answer all the questions I started in the previous chapters (set myself up there) and lack of motivation was kicking my ass. Still, I hope you enjoy!

Part 2 ○ Part 4

You were picking at the food on your plate as Azriel stared at you, looking like he'd rather feed you himself. As hungry as you were, everything was hard to stomach. You tried to tell him as much but had only been met with a scolding, he seemed extremely interested in your health. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was content with watching you even if you never actually gave him anything. It seemed like the spymaster wasn't too preoccupied with the fact that he had caught you stealing from his High Lord.

Following your sudden breakdown, Azriel had managed to calm you down enough, insisting that you didn't talk about anything else until you ate and were ready for it. Your eyes still hurt and were probably puffy from the tears that had flowed not even an hour ago, and your head still ached, even if it didn't come anywhere close to the excruciating pain you felt before.

The same feeling as before still crawled under your skin, the same questions swirling around in your mind, but you managed to find your composure after the ache had transformed into something manageable and the tears had dried. Admittedly, you were a bit scared of prying into your mind and triggering the same reaction as before - it really had felt like your brain was trying to forcefully escape your skull.

You were still trying to make sense of everything, denying that you were missing important information wouldn't help you. There was no way Azriel was confusing you for someone else, not with the way your body reacted to him and the dreams you've had for far longer than you've been here. There was also the problem of you being a prisoner in this room, as nice and attentive as your prison guard has been there has to be a punishment waiting for you.

When your head felt like it was going to burst, you could swear someone else had barged into the room but you couldn't stay focused on it or hear what they were saying through your own desperate screams. You think you saw something red glinting, but didn't even make out anyone's form, your vision was too blurry. You're not even sure how many of them walked through the door. By the time you came to and calmed down it was only you and Azriel in the room again, and all you could feel was his arms around you, grounding you.

You bite down on another small piece of sausage, arranged as if they were meant to feed a child - you hadn't seen him cut them but you know it has to be his work - as you remembered how desperate he sounded in that moment. You're not sure if the soothing words he whispered in your ear were meant for you or for himself, he was just short of begging you to be okay. It was a little embarrassing to think about how fragile he had seen you in that moment but it was even worse remembering how intimately he held you.

Looking up at Azriel, you're not surprised to meet his eyes, they haven't left you for longer than a second, it's like he's scared you'll disappear if he looks away. You can still see the concern swirling in the beautiful hazel.

You had so many questions, knew he had even more, but you weren't sure where to even begin. Any hope of him starting to talk was evaporating faster with every second. He had told you he wouldn't bring anything up until you were ready but you thought he'd at least ask about the robbery, start off easy. You couldn't push your doubts aside any longer, it felt like you were both playing a part, ignoring the elephant in the room.

“Azriel?” His name triggers the same reaction every time you say it. You might have to go to a healer if you survive this, having your heart fluttering so often can't be healthy.

“Yes?” He leans closer letting his wings pull in closer to his body, ready to give you his undivided attention.

You've noticed how his wings move with him and can give you small clues on what he might be feeling sometimes, like a cat's ears, perking up or dropping with his emotions. The same happens with his shadows really, moving towards you when they're interested, like a tail you suppose.

“There's something wrong.” His eyes open wide and he's on his feet before you can even blink, standing over you and reaching out for your hand. That might not have been the best way to start.

“What's wrong?” He holds onto your wrist, feeling for your pulse. “Does it hurt again?”

“No, nothing hurts,” you try to calm him down, cheeks slightly flushed. “I mean this.” You gesture between the two of you, hoping he's aware of the terrified expression on his face. “You're worried about me.” He visibly relaxes at that, understanding you're not physically hurting again.

“Of course, I am.” He sits on the side of the bed, never letting go of your wrist but holding onto it a little softer, drawing circles with his thumb over your skin. You're not even sure if he's doing it on purpose, or if it simply comes naturally.

“Why would you be?” You have an idea of the answer, he's already made it more than clear that he knows you very well. “I thought you'd be guarding me to make sure I didn't escape but you've been taking care of me instead.”

His eyes roam over your desperate face, taking notice of every expression you make. He's probably scared of saying something that will send you into the same state as before, clawing at your head to stop, but you can see how much he wants to tell you, to stop pretending.

“You're my wife,” he admits, a small smile playing on his lips right after, like saying the word is enough to make him happy, and looks down at his hand still wrapped around your wrist, running his thumb down the veins to the palm of your hand, loosely holding it instead.

“I don't…” You thought there had to be some sort of romantic relationship between you and him, or the person he thinks you are, but you didn't expect him to say wife. “I've never been married.” You never even thought it would be a possibility with your job.

Him thinking you're his wife definitely answers a lot of questions, mostly the reason why you aren't in a dark dungeon after what you've done to them, but it just opens up a whole other box of chaos.

You set the plate aside, knowing you can't keep any more food down with the way the conversation has to go. You wish you could just crawl into your own bed, in your own home and wait until all of this mess passes. Running a hand down your face, you steel yourself, recognizing you need to get to the bottom of this, not only for your sake but his as well. Whatever was at play here was larger than you could have imagined.

“I don't remember you at all, Azriel,” you admit. He just nods, almost pouting, without looking away from your hand still clutched in his. “But I've dreamt about you.” He perks up at that, surprised eyes darting up to meet yours.

“I dream about you almost every night,” he admits softly, a reddish tint covering the tips of his ears.

“If I'm supposed to be your wife, should I be offended that it's not every night?” The lame joke does nothing to ease your nerves, as you intended, but the blinding smile he rewards you with certainly makes the next words easier to come out.

“What you called me before… that's not my name,” you continue slowly, “My name is Maya.”

“Maya,” he tries it out but the discomfort is obvious on his face. To your surprise, you don't like how it sounds coming from him either, while every other word he utters sounds like honey.

“I know that's my name. I know I'ver never been here or met you before,” you explain, “I know I never married you either. I can account for every year of my life, there are no gaps in my memories. You're not in any of them, neither is this house,” you look into his eyes the whole time, squeezing his hand slightly, wanting him to feel your sincerity, “but there's something wrong.”

He studies your face with an unreadable expression. If this whole situation is hard for you to wrap your head around, you can't imagine what it is like looking in from the outside. The only reason you believed him was because of your body's response to him, but all he can see is a female who looks just like his wife yet doesn't recognize him.

His hand leaves yours as he takes the ring he was wearing off slowly, taking your hand and depositing it on your palm gently.

“What's this?” It's a simple silver ring, worn out from what you assume is years of training and fighting while wearing it. Your heart palpitations come back the longer you study it, you know it.

“My wedding ring,” he almost whispers, “You had yours when…” You look up at him and he shakes his head almost imperceptibly, “I don't have it.”

You nod and let it fall on your finger, in place of where your own wedding ring would be. It's too big on you, it would likely be too loose even if you had put it on your thumb, but you almost don't want to take it off. Goosebumps spread all over your body, your heart rate picking up.

“Do you feel anything?”

“I'm not sure I can explain it,” you breathe, not fully understanding the reaction your body has to him.

“Try me,” he insisted.

“Ever since I heard about this mission and stepped foot into this city, it feels like my brain is screaming at me to remember something really important but I can't,” you say, watching the way the wedding band hangs around your finger, “and when I put this ring on just now.” You hold up your hand for him to see, the light catching on it.

You look up at him before continuing, “When I first saw you. When you told me your name. When I… When I stabbed you.” Your eyes travel to his stomach, where an open wound had been just a few hours ago. “I feel a pain in my chest.” It makes itself known again as you think of the way his blood had dripped down your hands. “Holding the ring feels right. Saying your name feels right. But hurting you… didn't.” You take a deep breath in, knowing there's no going back, “So, as insane as this whole situation is, I think I believe you, Azriel.”

The admission lingers in the air as both of you feel its weight. Acknowledging the particular situation you've found yourselves in is only the beginning. Now you must try to understand what happened and how to fix things, if you want that. Part of recognizing what Azriel told you as the truth comes with accepting that some of your life was a lie, and, at this moment, you have no tangible evidence for what is real or not aside from the goosebumps you get when the male in front of you touches you. You don't even know who you truly are.

“If you say I'm your wife then what made me leave?”

“You didn't,” the hesitation is almost tangible in his tone, “I thought you were dead.” Your hand immediately shoots up to your neck, feeling the softened scar under your fingertips. The movement seems to break the dam holding his emotions in check, making everything flow out at once.

“I don't know what happened,” he lets go of you and stands up, running a hand through his hair and pacing around as he explained with an anguished voice, “It was a simple mission. We never found out how exactly but it looked like you were taken by surprise and attacked by bandits. My shadows told me they couldn't sense you so I went to meet you but when I got there all I saw was blood. There was so much blood.”

When he meets your eyes again you can clearly see the tears gathering in them, the pain that still lingers from recalling that moment.

“I looked for you. We all did. We searched in every corner of the world, I sent spies everywhere. We found the bandits and made them talk but when they left your body was still there and your throat was cut.” His wings droop, the bottoms of it touching the floor. Azriel looks defeated. “We thought you were dead. I tried denying it for a while but it came to a point where I couldn't anymore. But now you're here and I- Fuck. I should have kept looking. I shouldn't have given up so easily.”

“Azriel,” you call for him, bringing his attention back to you. The desperation and raw pain in his voice were breaking your heart. “Whatever happened wasn't your fault.”

“I should have found you,” he whispers, completely contrasting with his tone mere moments before.

“You thought I was dead.” The words are hard to form, and you can't linger on them too long. You always knew the injury you suffered was severe, that it had been near miraculous that you survived but finding out there were people out there that truly believed you were dead was chilling. “This whole situation still feels impossible, there's no way you could have known I was still alive.”

He nods at you, but you can clearly see he can't let go of it. The attentiveness and overprotection he's been showing you makes much more sense now. Azriel sits on the chair he has barely left since you were brought to this room. He seems to try to regain his composure, combing back the hair he had tousled and bringing his wings up closer to his body again. But his eyes don't meet yours like before.

You fall back against the headboard, the impact softened by the pillows he fluffled out for you, picking at his wedding ring still on your finger. You feel like you're going insane. Maybe letting the guild find you wouldn't be so bad, at least they'd put you out of your misery. Though it's hard to ignore the fact that they seem to be the ones who put you in this situation, letting you live a lie for almost a century.

“It's been a century since then,” you repeated aloud, “And you still…” Love me? You wanted to say, but that wasn't really you, not for now at least. You don't remember anything of your time together, or about yourself. Maybe the only thing that survived was your body. There's a possibility that the female he loved had actually died, that he'll never fully get her back even if you regain your memories.

“I told you,” the smile you witnessed earlier comes back to his face, even if with only half the prior intensity, “I dream about you almost every night.”

“This doesn't make any sense.” You had moved to sit cross legged over the covers, tired of laying in bed when your body wasn't even hurting. Nibbling on a chocolate cookie the House, who Azriel told you is sort of sentient, gave you.

“I know.” He had calmed down since his outburst, going back to what you assume is closer to his usual demeanor, though he might not always act the same as when his dead wife is sitting across from him. His shadows seemed to have relaxed as well, most of them had left him in favor of swirling around the room like smoke. “When I saw you in the living room, I thought you came back.”

“But I came to rob you instead.”

He lets out a chuckle, “I couldn't have imagined that in my wildest dreams.” His gaze turns a bit more serious before he adds, “my High Lord and High Lady want to speak to you.”

“I figured as much.” You were actually surprised they hadn't shown up yet, the sun was already close to setting. “Did you tell them you think I'm your wife?”

“They know. You and Rhys were friends too.”

The thought that you could be friends with a High Lord is almost laughable, but so was being married to his shadowsinger and yet the fluttering of your heart every time he speaks to you in that deep, soft voice of his doesn't lie.

You think for a bit, remembering the information you had been granted before coming on your mission. Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, the most powerful one in history and the bearer of one of the most sought-after and frightening abilities - daemati. It's said his mate, the recently turned fae, Feyre Archeron, shares the same talent.

“Is it true that he's a daemati?” He simply nods, knowing you're following his train of thought.

“You want him to look into my head.”

“He might be able to find out what happened to you,” he nods, “the reason you forgot me, forgot us.”

“And you're sure he'll want to help me after what I did? He looked pretty mad when I saw him last night,” you say as you chew on your lip.

Granting him passage into your mind might be more than a leap of faith. You've found it easy to talk to Azriel, to trust him, but you haven't met anyone else, and can't trust they won't want to hurt you. Azriel seemed to not care much about your initial reason for coming to the court or even what you did to him but you can't expect everyone to feel the same, even if they had been your friends a century ago. And a daemati could break you beyond repair, even just seeing their abilities in action has always left you unsettled.

“Rhys won't hurt you,” he tells you, his face showing he has no doubts about his words.

“It's not like I have much of a choice anyway,” you brush the crumbs off your nightgown, stretching your legs and moving until you are sitting at the edge of the mattress. It brought you closer to him, your knees brushing his, the feeling of the leather feeling oh so familiar against your bare skin, making your next words come out breathier than you wanted them to, “You can call them.”

Something flashes across his tantalizing eyes when he looks down at your bare legs, noting the change in your tone, but it disappears when he looks back at you, nodding softly and letting his eyelids shut as if to level himself. Some of his shadows come back to him and, as his silence prolongs, you realize he must be speaking to them in his mind, calling his High Lord just as you asked.

The pressure in the room changes as soon as he opens his eyes, the air getting harder to breathe. It's not as strong as what you'd felt the night before but the tamed magic is enough to have the hairs on the back of your neck stand, and a shiver to run down your spine. You truly hope Azriel is right about them.

Azriel stands just as the door opens to reveal his High Lord followed closely by his mate. His unreadable purple eyes study your stiff form, walking inside the room and letting Feyre close the door behind them. She seems more serene, not showing any obvious hostility towards you but you know not to underestimate the human who freed the fae of Prythian.

You stand when they stop in front of you, not letting fear make you appear weak. If they chose to hold you accountable for your actions you would accept their punishment head on.

The first word out of the High Lord's lips is the same name Azriel had called you before, and the same feeling of deja vu consumes you once more.

“Maya,” you correct. His head tilts to the side briefly, before looking over at Azriel who is watching the scene unfold warily.

“Well Maya,” his eyes meet yours again, “Are you going to explain why I've found you lurking around my house?” The venom was clear in his voice, but you expected as much.

“I was sent here on a mission,” you say as emotionlessly as you can, just like the guild taught you, “I was supposed to find an ancient book with a particular set of runes, it seems it belonged to your grandfather.” You hope the lack of information doesn't make you appear suspicious because it truly is the only thing the guild had deemed enough for you to be able to complete your mission. “Since I failed the mission, they've probably already sent assassins after me, in case I tell you or anyone about them.”

“No one is going to hurt you,” Azriel promises, anger rising at the mention of someone wanting to kill you.

“You were in the wrong place for that,” the High Lord responds after a moment, and watching Azriel's reaction. “The book is in the library under this House.”

“It doesn't matter now.”

“You're right, it doesn't. What I want to know is where you've been all these years and why you attacked my brother.”

The pressure in the room increased again but you could now see it was the result of him trying to hold his power down even though his temper was rising.

“Rhys,” his mate warns, but it falls on deaf ears, his striking eyes never leaving yours.

“I don't remember you or him,” you admit.

“So he's told me.” Rhysand didn't sound too convinced. “You won't mind if I check for myself right?” He barely made it sound like a question but you nod in answer all the same.

Black talons scrape along your mental walls as soon as you give him permission, you lower them for him, pushing everything the guild taught you aside, inviting the enemy straight into your mind. If they could see you now you would definitely be mocked and executed on the spot.

His presence is barely felt in your mind before a sharp pain takes your senses, similar to the one you'd felt before. You squeeze your eyes shut, hands moving to hold your head. Scarred hands are on you immediately, holding you up against a strong body before your knees meet the ground. As the talons retreat from your mind, the pressure lessens and you take a few deep breaths before opening your eyes.

When you manage to blink away the wetness making your vision blurry, you find the High Lord looking at you with wide eyes, remorse clear on his face and his mate holding onto his arm.

“What did you do to her?” Azriel's voice was rough with barely restrained anger.

The High Lord ignores him, looking into your eyes as he explains with a notably softer tone than earlier, “There is something blocking your memories. When I tried to bypass it… It hurt you.”

“What does that mean?” Your voice was scratchy, a dull ache lingering in your head. You lean away from Azriel and sit back on the mattress. No use trying to act tough, you're truly at their mercy.

“It means I can't access your memories for the time being,” the change in his demeanor would give you whiplash if the pain you were feeling gave way long enough for you to focus on anything else, “I've never seen anything like this, there's no way of knowing what it can do to you.”

“I think your memories aren't only being blocked,” he's still speaking directly at you but you can't really wrap your mind around anything at the moment, letting them discuss amongst themselves. “They're being overwritten at the same time.”

“That's why she forgot Azriel but remembers her life at the guild?”

“I've never heard of anything like that,” Azriel's voice sounds further away, you almost want to reach out and pull him back to you.

“Me neither,” the High Lord admits, watching your crouched form warily. “We'll have to ask Amren and research it in the library but it's the only explanation.” You find yourself nodding, even if you don't know Amren you understand the ancient creature might be able to help, if she wants to that is.

“At least your mental walls are still intact. They're the same ones I taught you to build.”

“No, I learned at the guild,” you finally look up at him, sweat still covering your forehead.

“There's still an open channel, like an open door for me to be able to talk to you.” So I can do this. You can't help but jump slightly at the sound of his voice in your mind, and the promise of a smile twitches on his lips. It doesn't go unnoticed that the talons moved a lot more carefully in your mind, almost tenderly.

“You're staying in this house until we can be sure you're not a threat.” His eyes move to Azriel's, an unimpressed look taking over his face at the scowl the shadowsinger sends him. “In the meantime you can fill Azriel in on everything you can about the guild. I want to know if there's a chance they'll try to attack us again.”

“We'll try to find any information on what is blocking your memories and keep you safe from the guild in exchange,” the High Lady adds, “It's a fair trade for both parties.”

You can't tell if she's saying it to convince you or her mate but appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. Also noticing how she omits the biggest reason for this mutual cooperation - the shadowsinger standing by your side.

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His hair was still wet when he started dressing himself, not wanting to leave you waiting for too long, as much as he hated to admit it he wasn't too happy about leaving you with Feyre either. He can tell everyone is still suspicious of you, even after Rhys tried to read into her memories to find nothing, stuck between their memories and stories they heard about you and the image of you stabbing a knife through his stomach.

Azriel knows his High Lady, his friend, wouldn't hurt you, but you're in a complicated situation at the moment and he doesn't want to find out what that guild has taught you to do in cases such as these, doesn't even want to think what Feyre would do to stop you. She didn't know you before, meaning she wouldn't have any reason to hold back if not for his sake - something he knows she wouldn't put above saving Velaris, he would never ask that of her either.

It's hard to accept he doesn't know how you'll react in certain situations, there was a time he knew you better than he knew himself. Now, he can't even begin to understand what you must have been through working for a world known assassin guild.

He'd obviously heard about them before, he wouldn't be a decent Spymaster if he hadn't. There wasn't much information on them, no one knew how large the group even was since there were rumors other groups were actually integrated in the guild. Names for it vary as well.

Even if you hadn't tried to steal from his High Lord, he knows he'll have to try getting as much information about them from you as he can, for his court's sake, and he can only pray you'll give it to him willingly or he'll have to let go of his position.

He doesn't know how you've been able to bear the guilt a job like this brings. As much as you've forgotten, your personality didn't seem to change a lot. You always reminded him of Cassian at times like these, gratuitous killing had never been for you. He hopes you don't have to deal with the torment he had been through in the first decades of working for the former High Lord, his soul had never recovered from everything he'd seen and done during that time.

Noticing his shadows reach up his shoulders, he physically shakes the dark thoughts out of his brain. Everything has been going better than expected, not only did you agree to cooperate but Rhys had given you the benefit of the doubt. You also agreed to have dinner with him so you could talk more.

He just told you he'd be joining you for dinner, omitting how excited, downright giddy, he felt at just the idea. It had been so long since you two shared a meal, talking for hours while enjoying the tasty food the House prepared for you.

He couldn't recall the last time he'd been this nervous for an outing, even if it wasn't exactly that - it was simply a trip to one of the House of Wind's guest rooms. Going as far as picking clothes in your favorite colors on him, letting the top buttons on his shirt undone because he knows how much you liked seeing the beginnings of his swirling bargain marks.

All of this could be for nothing, you don't remember him after all, but, he was almost certain your body did in some way and it gave him hope. You calmed down in his arms just as you did a century ago, said his name in the same sweet cadence and never shied away from his touch, from his hands. His shadows told him as much. Sang to him about the way goosebumps rose in your skin at his touch and attentiveness, how your thoughts and intuition warred in his favor. He refused to let his thoughts deter him.

When he gets to the room he sees you and Feyre standing by the dresser, almost wanting to apologize for winnowing in instead of knocking first, but he can't seem to find any words as he sees you've changed as well, ditching the nightgown in favor of a sleeveless dress that went down to your knees. The cobalt blue was as striking against your skin as he remembered, the garment in itself was simple enough yet in his eyes you had never looked so stunning.

Feyre must have been the one to give you the dress, he was only surprised it had taken her so long to meddle in your relationship. If there were any doubts, they were quickly answered when she threw him a knowing smile before excusing herself from the room.

“I'm guessing the blue is supposed to match those gems you wear.”

“Siphons,” he offers, entranced by the way you walk closer to him, the silky fabric moving with your body and giving you an ethereal glow.

“Did I used to do that a lot?”

“Yes.” He observes the way your eyes run over his body, lingering on the unbuttoned shirt. Seems like his old tricks still work. “I always loved seeing you in blue.”

You tilt your head to the side slightly, biting the inside of your lip the way you always did. He tries to stand as still as possible without appearing too awkward, making sure you knew it was alright to do with him anything that crossed your pretty brain. You seem to make up your mind as you walk closer to him.

“Can I see them?” You hold up your palm and he holds his hand over it without hesitation, letting you grab onto his hand to study the glowing siphon. The swirling light shone in your eyes and he can't help but be reminded of the first time you asked him to do the same exact thing shortly after meeting him.

“All Illyrian warriors have them,” he explains, “They're used to help us control our powers.”

“It's beautiful.” He tries not to let his wings twitch as you now hold his hand with both of yours. “I don't think I've seen anything like this before.”

“You have,” he can't help the somber smile that crosses his face. The reminder makes you look away from his hand to watch him, a conflicted expression falling over your pretty face. “You always liked them.”

The abrupt change in the atmosphere has him asking the house to get the room ready for your dinner. Not being able to hide the smile as he watches your amazed expression at the table that pops up beside you, full of delicious looking food and decorated with candlesticks, the faelights around the room dim in favor of the candlelight.

“I only asked for the food,” he admits with a bashful expression. He's glad you can't tell that, aside from the candles, the plates were also some of the fanciest ones. The House was going all out for the two of you.

He uses the grip you had on his hand to guide you to the chair and help you sit before making his way to his own seat, settling down and giving order for the House to serve both of you. Letting himself enjoy every little expression you made as you eat and listening to anything you felt like telling him, also answering all your questions about the House and the food.

He knows this doesn't have the same meaning to you as it does to him, knows that, as much as you don't seem to hate his company, you're more interested in finding out more about the version of you in his memories, trying to make sense of your own identity. It's hard to imagine how this whole thing must feel for you, finding out half of your life was made up and that you forgot such an important part of it. Still, this must be the best night he's had in a century.

You set your elbows on the table and rest your face on your hands, watching him with undivided attention as he tells you about his sparring match with Cassian. Your eyes don't leave his face after he finishes, appearing lost in thought. He lets you gather them, relishing in the comfortable silence. He'd be content with simply watching you for eternity.

You let out a soft sigh and lean back against the chair, closing your eyes for a few seconds before meeting his gaze again.

“What happens if I never remember you, Azriel?” Your voice barely above a whisper.

The question and the uncertainty in your voice as you asked it make him pause. He keeps trying to push back the thought that you won't regain your memories but it seems you were having the same doubts.

Just last week, he wouldn't have believed having you back was even a possibility, so getting your memories back can't be out of reach, it just can't. He was ready to give his life to make it so.

Still, he witnessed how painful it had been for you when Rhys simply tried to access your memories, he'd also told him trying harder, forcefully, could break your mind completely. If their research doesn't go well, if they can't find who did this to you, there might not be another way of bringing your memories back.

But he'd sooner die than live another day without you, whether your memories come back or not.

“I'll make you fall for me again.”

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Hiii!! 🥰 is it ok if I can request nanami w a bunnygirl!reader who is kinda shy and going through her heat but she doesnt wanna bother him about it. Thank you! 💘

In the Heat of Things 🐰 (Dom!Nanami x sub!Bunnygirl!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you're Nanami's bunny girl girlfriend who is going through a rough time during your "cycle", so your gentlemanly boyfriend takes it upon himself to help you out and ease your heat when your body tells him what your mouth can't.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Bunnygirl!Reader; Shy!GF!Reader; BF!Nanami; Dom!Nanami + sub!Reader; Heat Symptoms; Dry Humping; Tongue Kissing; Oral (Giving & receiving); Ear Pulling; Mild Degradation + Praise; Spanking; Facefuck; Ear & Tail Stroking; Clit Stimulation; Multiple Positions (Missionary, Doggystyle, 69, etc); Cock Drunk!Reader; Pussy Drunk!Nanami; Multiple Orgasms for Reader; Creampie; Internal Cumshot; Cum on Ass; Aftercare

Writer's Note: Thank you so much for your patience, Anon! I hope you enjoy this one! -Jazz

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“Is anything the matter, darling?” Nanami worriedly asks you. “You barely touched your carrot cake.” 

You tentatively look up at him from your plate of delicious carrot cake adorned in sweet vanilla whipped cream while Nanami got vanilla bean ice cream instead for his dessert. He thought that paying an extra $16 for dessert would put a smile on you that dinner didn’t, but it hasn’t. 

And dinner was good! Your wonderful, amazing boyfriend has noticed how hard you’ve been working lately and took it upon himself to take you out tonight. He took a break from hunting curses and saving people to take you out to a romantic steak restaurant that he knew you’d enjoy. 

But despite how good you look in your pretty dress, your frown does nothing to make your beauty more radiate. Your happiness is what is most pretty to him. 

You look at him, blinking at him with those big, pretty, doe-like eyes. “What?” you dumbly ask. Realizing what he said, you wither in your pretty dress and lower your fork. “O-Oh, sorry. I’m fine, really…just lost in thought.” 

You look around the steak restaurant, watching all of the romantic couples be all cute and engaged in each other. So unlike you. You turn to your boyfriend sitting across from you, feeling terrible for treating him so badly. Your bunny ears, once sitting high on your head, droop with shame. “Please don’t worry about me, babe, really! I’m just a bit tired from work.” 

And you aren’t lying. Work has been taking a chunk out of your soul lately, but only to distract you from your main issue. One of which you have yet to discuss with Nanami as his bunny girlfriend. 

You and Nanami have been dating for almost a year now and you’ve been enjoying them immensely. It’s so hard to find a relationship that isn’t solely physical just because you’re a bunny girl. Most men just want to fuck you because of how sexualized your species is, but not Nanami. He took one look at you and wanted to put you in his pocket forever. 

Everything with him is amazing: the weekend sleepovers, the late-night talks and cuddles, the kissing, the touching, the sex. The sex, especially. Nanami is amazing when it comes to making your body feel good. Part of why is because you feel so comfortable with him. You feel like you can tell him everything and he’d never judge you. 

Except for this ‘issue’. You can’t tell him that…not yet, at least. Not until it’s over. 

“Well, if you’d like to leave, we can,” he says comfortingly. “I just figured we’d have a night together since work has been so hectic for us.” 

“No, no!” You protest, taking his hand in yours. “Kento, it’s fine! The last thing I want to do is go home and sleep when I could be spending time with you.” 

He smiles at you, a light pink blush appearing on his handsome features. “I agree. I’ve been looking forward to being with you all week. Every time we talked on the phone, I wanted to race to your apartment like a madman and see you.” His gaze is intense and almost hungered. It excites you, especially coming from a man as calm and collected as Nanami Kento.

“Oh,” you exhale. “That’s so sweet.” Though you look calm, you are losing it on the inside. You feel a warm buzz that the wine could never give you at his sweet, intimate words, each one going straight between your thighs. 

Nanami shrugs, clearing his throat to will away the blush. “It’s only true,” he sheepishly says. “I guess you could say I’m crazy about you. I know a couple of people would say so, like Habibara.” 

But as he continues to talk, you once again drift away with your thoughts. Your dirty, nasty, filthy, raunchy, slutty thoughts of you getting bent over the dinner table by your perfect boyfriend. Him hiking up your dress making you moan and sob as he spanks your ass raw. Him fucking you stupid with his tongue, fingers, and cock in front of everyone at the restaurant until you’re creaming all over his— 

“Y/N?” He asks. You blink at him, snapping back to reality. “H-Huh?” You say. “Did you say something?” 

Nanami’s brows furrow in concern. “I asked if you were doing anything next weekend,” he repeats. He leans in as if to keep others from hearing in on your convo. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look a little…flushed. Funny, I thought it was rather nippy in here.” 

You place your hands on your cheeks, your bunny ears drooping in embarrassment. Sure enough, they are warm just like the rest of your body despite your spaghetti-strap dress. “It’s just the alcohol.” You wave down your waiter eagerly. “Um, excuse me!” You shout. “Another glass of water, extra ice please.” 

He nods and fetches it for you, making you believe that some ice-cold water will soothe your hot flash. But it won’t. Because it’s not the alcohol’s fault. The truth is it’s none of those things. 

It’s not the wine or work or you being tired. It’s because you’re in heat. You’re going through it, experiencing all of the symptoms: heavy breathing, random hot flashes, hardened nipples, a dripping wet pussy, etc. To put it bluntly, you’re extremely, pitifully horny. All for the man sitting across from you. 

Nanami doesn’t know that his precious bunny girl is feening for his cock…more than usual, anyway. He just thinks you’re tired. “I think that maybe we should call it a night, darling. You don’t seem like yourself.” 

The waiter comes back with your water, thank God, and you take a much-needed sip. “No, baby, I’m fine,” you protest, squeezing his hand. “I’m just tired from work, but I want to finish dinner. I’ve been looking forward to this too.” You try not to shiver in delight as his thumb caresses your knuckles and you clamp your thighs tight together. “Now let’s dig in,” you giggle and practically gulp down your dessert. 

After dinner and getting wet over Nanami snatching the bill up to pay, he walks you outside to his car and drives you back to your apartment. Once outside the building, he helps you out and stands with you in the lot. You feel as if you’re the only two existing on Earth now. “That was delicious, Nanami,” you sigh. “I don’t think I can eat anything else!” 

Nanami smiles, happy to hear this. ”I’m glad. I wanted tonight to be nice for you.” In the moonlight, his cheeks flush. “It was,” you murmur, shyly taking his hand in yours. “Thank you.” 

He intertwines his long fingers with yours…his long piano fingers that would look perfect around your neck or plunged in your wet cunt. “Well, I guess that this is goodnight. You can finally catch the rest that you need.” 

He’s going? Now? You feel disappointment bloom inside of you. You know it’s stupid since the date is over, but you don’t want him to go. Not yet, anyway. “W-Well, I don’t have to go to sleep just yet,” you shyly protest. “It’s only 9 PM. If you want, you can come in to watch a movie…or cuddle…or…” You trail off, your mind taking you to some naughty places that involve Nanami mounting you. 

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow down at you. “Or?” he teasingly pushes. “You want me to beat you in Super Mario Kart again?” You gasp, playfully hitting him. “Kento!” you whine. “Don’t be mean! You only won because my controller’s batteries were losing juice!” 

He laughs, the sound pleasant and arousing. “Whatever you say, darling,” he chuckles. “I’d love to go back with you, i-if that’s what you want too.” Once again, he blushes, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows. The air is suddenly thick with a tension that is almost unbearable. “Alright then,” you murmur. 

Nanami comes back to your place and at first, you’re glad that he does because you love having him here. After changing into your sweats and a T-shirt, you snuggle up with him on the couch to watch a movie. You decide on “Howl’s Moving Castle” since you’re a fan of Studio Ghibli and Nanami has never seen it before. 

You opt to be the little spoon tonight while your boyfriend is the big spoon, his front pressed against your back. He has stripped off his jacket and button-up top for his tank top underneath that you can feel his muscles poking through, making you want to run your hands all over him. 

But you keep them squeezed between your thighs where you can feel the throb of your pussy in your sweats. You thought that wearing pants would help, but it hasn’t. Not when your sexy boyfriend has his big arms wrapped tight around you and the smell of his cologne is in your nose. “Are you okay?” He whispers in the dimly lit living area. “Am I hugging you too tight?”You shake your head, struggling to pay attention to the movie. “N-No,” you stammer. “It’s fine.”

But it’s not fine. With every passing minute, your pussy gets wetter and more insistent on getting the pleasure it needs. Your little cotton tail is being stimulated every time Nanami shifts his body, pressing up against it. It feels so good that you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning out. 

Oh, how you need him! How you want to turn your head and kiss him, letting him swirl his tongue with yours. How you wish to turn off the movie and instead watch his handsome face contort in pleasure as he sinks his cock into your mouth or in your pussy. 

You could do it right now. You could turn over, wrap your legs around his waist, and pull him on top of you to kiss you down. He could pin you down to your couch and pound your pussy right now, giving you exactly what you need. You can almost feel him now, gripping your throat as his cock stretches you out and strokes your walls, bringing you closer and closer to that edge with him until you’re– 

“Uh, Y/N?” Nanami asks. “What are you doing?” 

“Huh?” You ask, looking back at him. Even in the dark, you can tell that he’s blushing. “Y-You’re rubbing yourself against me,” he stammers. “Your tail…a-and ass…are against my—“ 

“Oh, no!” You lament, immediately squirming out of his arms. “Dammit, no, no! I’m so sorry!” Embarrassed and humiliated, you get up from the couch, alarming him. “Hey, wait a minute!” he protests, confused. “Where are you going?” 

Quickly, you duck and hide behind the couch, not wanting to leave but also not wanting him to see you. You hide behind your ears, tears pricking your eyes. With the movie now on mute, Nanami finds you behind the couch and kneels down to comfort you. “Y/N?” he carefully asks. “What’s going on? Talk to me, lovely.” 

He gently peels back your ears and your hands from your face. His face is etched in concern. “Did I do something wrong?” You shake your head, admitting defeat. Now you have to tell him. “No,” you sigh. “It’s all me. The truth is…I’m in heat.” 

You watch Nanami blink at you, perplexed. “You’re…in heat?” he carefully repeats. “I don’t think I understand.” 

You sigh once again, not wanting to explain this because it’s so embarrassing. But you have to. “Well…it’s when girls like me go through cycles where we’re ready to mate. We get very, um…aroused.” You flush at the word choice. “Unfortunately, the warm weather makes it worse since spring is considered ‘mating season’ for certain mammals.”

He nods, his gaze intent and way too deep. “Mating,” he says, trying the words out on his lips. “So if I’m understanding this correctly, you through periods where you need to fuck.” 

Your eyes widen and your heart leaps at the vulgar word coming from his lips. “Um…well, yeah, if you wanna be blunt about it. We basically have sexual needs that need to be met.” 

“And what if they aren’t?” Nanami asks. 

“Our arousal gets worse,” you solemnly sigh. “It ain’t pretty.” Nanami’s expression darkens. “What happens?” he asks, worried. And so you tell him. You tell him about how one can become so horny that it hurts, the pain stretching on for months if not taken care of properly. 

By the time you finish, your boyfriend stares at you in horror. “How long have you been feeling like this?” he asks. You stare down at your hands, biting your lip. “About a week,” you admit. 

Nanami makes a noise between a groan and a sigh. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me this?” He cooingly asks. “I would’ve helped you with this a long time ago.” He tilts your chin up, his touch like a prayer to you. He honestly looks and sounds upset from the fact that you neglected to tell him this. 

“W-Well, you were so busy with work and I didn’t wanna bug you about it. I’ve been taking care of myself, but it doesn’t seem to work much, especially when I’m around you.” He steals the rest of your air when his hand moves up to caress your cheek, his calloused palm warm. 

“When you’re around me, hm?” he ponders aloud, his voice low and sweet. “How do you get when you’re around me?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, your ears and tail frazzled from his touch. ”Like…this,” you breathlessly reply. 

Nanami gently squeezes your cheeks, making your lips like a fish’s. “You mean like a needy little slut?” he asks, the vulgar words like sugar on his lips in his low, sweet tone. “Well, why don’t I help you with that? After all, it’s my fault you’re so horny.” 

“I-It’s not!” you protest. “It’s just my heat. Anyway, it’ll be done by the end of the week! I-I don’t need you to—“ 

“Shhh,” he gently shushes you, pressing a finger to your lush lips. “Don’t protest. Don’t argue. Don’t push me away. Just let me take good care of my bunny, okay?” His gorgeous hazel eyes, filled with promises of safety and acceptance, peer into yours. 

And with his thumb stroking your bottom lip, how can you deny him? “Okay,” you find yourself saying. He smiles, pleased. “Good girl,” he praises. “First off, these lips definitely need to be kissed.” 

His lips swoop down to capture yours in a soft, loving kiss that quickly grows sloppy and passionate the more you kiss. Nanami lets out a soft, eager moan as he scoops you up in his arms, laughing softly when you squeak as your feet dangle off the ground. While still kissing you, he brings you over to the couch and sits you down in his lap. His soft lips and tongue make you squirm in his lap, brushing yourself against his quickly hardening cock in his slacks.

“Can I play with your ears, darling?” he whispers, breathless from the constant kissing. “Your tail too? You still love being touched in those places, don’t you?” Gently, his hand moves down to your ass, caressing your cotton tail. Your toes curl in your shoes, your body tingly from the stimulation. “Y-Yes,” you breathlessly reply. “Go ahead.” 

You know that Nanami will be gentle like he always is, so you aren’t hesitant or apprehensive. When his fingers lightly begin to brush and stroke your bunny ear from base to tip, you damn near have an all-body orgasm. When he does the same to your tail, you feel your pussy grow wetter and it throbs more. “Oh!” You gasp. “Yes, like that!” 

Nanami smirks as he watches your face contort in pleasure as he strokes the most sensitive parts of your body other than your nipples and clit. “Like that?” He teasingly asks. “That feels good?” His cock throbs at the sound of your pitiful whimper in response. 

“What about this?” he asks. Gently, one of his big hands slides down between your thighs to pet your pussy through your panties while he continues to stroke your ears with the other. Your mouth falls agape, pleasure coursing through you. “Oh, fuck,” you moan, tilting your head back as his fingers ghost over your pussy. 

You begin to shamelessly grind your pussy into his fingers, turning Nanami one even more. “I’ve never seen you like this before,” he chuckles. “So responsive and needy. It’s so adorable.” 

You flush embarrassingly at your slutty behavior because yes, he’s right. You’ve never been this slutty with him before. “I’m sorry.” The blonde looks at you like you’re crazy. “What are you sorry about?” He scoffs. “I’m your man, darling. I want you to be like this for me and only me.” 

Under his firm gaze and insistent fingers, you nearly come apart at the seams. He then gently moves you off of him and his hard bulge, fixing you with a hot stare. “Now bend that pretty ass over me,” he demands. 

Smiling excitedly, you do as he says and bend over the couch, presenting your plump, soft ass to him. You bite your lip as his hand sneak up your thighs to hike your dress up over your hips, exposing your thong which is damn near soaked now. “Now, baby,” he tuts, “were you walking around with this under your dress the whole time at dinner?” 

His fingers slide down to gently pry open your asscheeks, emitting a pleasurable hum from you. “Such a little slut my baby has become tonight, wearing thongs and getting wet from a mere spanking.” 

“A spanking?” You parrot, confused. “What are you—“ 

Spank! You gasp at the sharp sting of his rough hand coming down on one asscheek, the jolt of slight pain sending your pussy into a frenzy. “You want another?” He hums. You let out a whimper, your tongue twisted from the surprise spank. “I’m sorry, what?” He asks, his tone soft yet firm. 

His fingers loop through your thong straps and gently pull at them, causing the thong to sink deeper into your ass and your slit. “Yes, Daddy,” you moan. “Please spank me again!” Nanami smiles, gently stroking the asscheek he hit. “That’s my girl. Let me know if it’s too much.” 

He continues to give your ass as many spanks as you want, watching the way your soft, jiggly asscheeks recoil against his hand. You moan and sob in pleasure at the burning sensation, becoming a little pain slut for him right before his eyes. Finally unable to take it anymore, Nanami stops and gets on his knees behind you. 

“Now it’s too much for me,” he growls. “Don’t move, bunny. I’m gonna eat your pussy now until you cum, okay? I want you to do whatever feels good to you. That’s your order.” You nod, gripping the couch to prepare yourself for the tongue-fucking you know you’re about to receive. 

But even as you do prepare yourself, it doesn’t do much because you’re a writhing, whimpering, moaning mess for your boyfriend as he pulls your tongue aside and  his tongue licks your folds and his lips suck on your clit, alternating between the two as much as he likes. “Ah, Ken, yes!” You cry out. “Oh, fuck yes, right there! Do it right there!” 

You are loud and vocal, much to Nanami’s enjoyment. He’s having the time of his life back here, massaging your ass and sucking on your wet pussy, your juices dripping down his chin. He even whimpers and moans into your pussy about how good you taste, only making you wetter at seeing this stoic man lose his shit over you. 

“You want a finger, bunny?” He asks, his voice slightly muffled from his face in your ass. “Talk to me. Tell Daddy what you want from him.” You struggle to do it, but manage to gather enough willpower to look at him over your shoulder. “Please,” you whimper. “Fuck me, Daddy. Make me cum.” 

Nanami smiles and so does his cock, trying hard to surge out of his pants. Slowly, he inserts one of his long fingers inside of your hole while his lips gently suck on your clit. When his finger aims up to rub against the underside of your clit, you nearly scream, bawling at the pleasure. 

“Oh, my God!” You sob. “Shit, Ken, baby, I’m gonna…I-I’m gonna…” You don’t get a chance to finish because your orgasm slams into you, drawing a string of slutty moans out of you as you cream all over Nanami’s tongue. He takes it willingly and joyfully, slurping up all that you give him. “That’s my good bunny,” he moans into your pussy. “So fuckin’ good for me.” 

Your orgasm is so strong and intense that you begin to tremble, the aftershocks taking control of your body. It’s an orgasm that you haven’t been able to give yourself due to your heat’s needs. You smile deliriously as it begins to fade, leaving you satisfied but feral for the man still cleaning you up behind you. 

Finally, Nanami pulls away as you turn to face him, naked from the waist down. ”Tired?” He questions, his eyes twinkling and lips wet from you. You touch his face, needing to feel him. “For you, no,” you purr. “I need to make you feel good too. But you’re wearing too much.” 

Nanami’s eyes flash with a fire that only you can put out. Together, with you standing on your knees on the couch and him standing before you, you strip off all of his clothes until he is butt naked in your living room. His impressive, toned body and pretty, hard cock are all on full display for you. Your mouth waters to taste him, especially his big, hairy pecs and gorgeous dick swinging between his thick thighs. 

Nanami smirks at your wide-eyed, awed expression at the sight of him. “Like what you see?” He chuckles. Wordlessly, you nod, excitedly staring at all of him. You still can’t believe that he’s really yours. You spit a copious amount of spit into your hand before you begin stroking your man’s cock, starting from the thick base and up to the pink head dripping with pre-cum. You give him a little kitten lit, emitting a soft moan from him. 

You drop your hand to massage his balls instead, giving them some love too. He holds his gaze with yours, wrapping a hand around his cock. “Tell me what you want.” With your ears now frazzled and your pussy leaking again, you crawl closer to him and grab his hips. “Just stand there and fuck my face. I want you to use my throat like a toy.” 

Nanami’s brows raise an inch. “You want it rough?” He asks, sounding surprised. You nod, needing it more than anything. “Well, if it’s what you want, darling…just tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop.” 

And then his cock is sliding in your mouth until you can feel it nearly hit the back of your throat. “Fuck,” Nanami groans, watching his dick disappear down your throat. “You’re so good to me, bunny. You always take me so well.” 

Feeling elevated by the praise, you open your throat, hollow your cheeks, and begin to bob your head up and down, back and forth, taking your boyfriend’s cock deep down your throat. You swallow it whole, slurping and sucking on it like a big, juicy lollipop, spit beginning to drip from your balls. 

Nanami can’t take it anymore. He begins to fuck your pretty face in tandem with your head bobbing, making you swallow more of his length down your sloppy, greedy throat. “Yes, that’s it, my little bunny,” he moans, pumping his cock in and out of your mouth. “Take my cock just like that. Take it all.” 

He begins to stroke your ears as you blow him, getting your pussy nice, tingly, and throbbing again for something. You’re so horny that you begin to play with your pussy as he moans and groans, even whimpers, at how pretty you look with his cock in your mouth. 

Finally, Nanami slides out of your mouth with a soft swear and you take a breath. Your lips, coated in spit and pre-cum, are wiped clean of your lipgloss, your mascara is running, and your throat is slightly raw from the constant fucking Nanami gave you. He takes hold of your chin, staring into your eyes. “Do you want more?” he asks. 

Slowly, you nod, tears pricking your eyes because of how much you need this. “Yes, Nanami,” you plea, your arousal making you bold and unashamed in your need to be fucked. “Please give it to me. I don’t care how you take me. Just fuck me!” 

That’s all Nanami needs to hear. He gives you exactly what you want and more. The man fucks you and he fucks you good. He gives your body everything that it needs to knock those horny little thoughts out of your head and relieve you of your heat. 

And in every position, you cum. 

He fucks you in missionary while standing up, his hips pistoling into yours while your feet dangle in the air, his hands pinning your thighs apart and making you take each deep, long, slow stroke that has you seeing stars and frantically rubbing your clit watching his big pecs jiggle and his handsome face contort in pleasure. 

He fucks you while standing up, your little body bouncing in his arms as you fucks you up and down on his cock, your arms wrapped tight around his neck, your tits pressed flush against his pecs, and your lips locked with his in a passionate, sloppy, wet kiss. 

He fucks you on your side, his big body curled around yours and his cock nestled between your asscheeks before sliding inside you again, your leg hooked up to get deeper. 

He pulls his cock out of you and sixty-nines with you, his cock fucking your throat instead while he tongue fucks your pussy, whimpering pathetically into your cunt while his toes curl at how good and tight your throat is, calling you his “sexy little bunny” and “good little cockslut” in his deep, velvety voice. 

He fucks your soft thighs. He fucks your perfect, jiggling tits while you lay on your back and squeeze them together. He fucks your asscheeks while you lay on your stomach, grinding his cock between your cheeks as he massages them. 

He fucks you on all fours, using your ears to pull you back on his cock, your back arched and ass stinging from random spanks while he pounds into the deep, wet heat of your pussy that squeezes and grips him for dear life. When you try to rub your clit, he smacks it away and rubs your pussy for you.

“Uh-uh,” he huffs. “No touching what’s mine. All you need to do is cum. Can my little bunny do that?” 

You don’t even answer. You can’t. But your loud moans and sobs bouncing off of your walls are all the answers Nanami needs as he fucks you faster, harder, making your clit sing and pleasure zip through you. When you feel your last orgasm of the night zip through you, you let out a broken whimper and cream all over Nanami’s cock, your orgasm exploding out of you. 

Triggered by your orgasm and sweet little sounds, Nanami grips you to him and pounds into you without abandon until he finally explodes too. “Oh, fuck!” He gasps, his loud moans and grunts echoing throughout the empty living room, triggering another min-orgasm that makes your pussy quiver and drip down your thighs. 

Nanami cums deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with his nut. He even has enough to give you on your ass, pulling out to spray your perfect cheeks with more of his seed, pumping his cock furiously behind you. A smile stretches across your face as the aftershocks begin, making you lose balance and collapse onto the couch. 

You are sweaty, winded, soaked, tired, and covered in cum. But you’ve never been more satisfied or happier in your life. Nanami finally settles down beside you, turning you over to face him. He gives you a smile, his face flushed and blonde hair slightly damp with sweat. 

“Better now?” He murmurs, gently stroking down your back. You wordlessly nod, a small, tired mewl leaving your lips. 

“I’m glad,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hand. “Get lots of rest now, darling, because we’ll be going for round two soon.”

And just like that, your body tingles and your pussy throbs like you weren't just turned out on your couch by your man already.

THE END.

[bomber-grl]

Leo Valdez relationship hc♡

₊˚⊹Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!reader (no pronouns/no specific godly parent)

₊˚⊹Warning(s): Some cringe things so proceed with caution 😭

If you thought he was annoying he gets 100x worse

Like you know that one friend that gets a lil too comfortable around you?

Yea well that’s him except he’s your boyfriend

Now, I kinda sorta imagine diff sides of him as ur bf

So the most obvious way is him acting annoyingly clingy and such

He’s always cuddling up to you, calling you cringe nicknames/pet names, and just being so clingy and affectionate

Not that you hate it

He’s so sweet too, like he knows he’s annoying and stuff but for the most part it’s just to tease or mess with you

And when it comes to the more emotional part of the relationship, he’s there

You can only guess it’s because of how he always tries to hide his true feelings behind jokes and humor

Due to your relationship you two began getting closer and thus conversations of his true feelings and thoughts were revealed along the way.

So it just makes you sad that not enough people realize how sad and miserable he can be sometimes.

The reality of this slaps you in the face when you accidentally stumbled into him bawling his eyes out and very obviously going through something serious, then starts laughing and throwing out jokes at his own expense

Like why??

All you could think of doing was hugging him. Really settled in stone that y’all are 4lifers

Continuing from that, he really does like you

Like all his life he was literally “the other woman” in the sense that no one ever wanted him back.

So once you return his feelings he’s bamboozled

He genuinely takes a step back and tells you to stop joking around.

That’s how bad it was

Well, because of how taken back he was he not only made jokes but eventually realized there was no reason to use them as a cover anymore and just hugged and thanked you.

Yea, thanked you for liking him

Most times you enjoy each-others company in either your cabin, if not in bunker 9

While you’re just chilling in there practicing or doing whatever and him just working on a project he asks what makes him so attractive to you

Of course he drops jokes like “ofc I’m super sexy” or “how could u resist me?”

But when you ultimately tell him what you liked about him and how cute you found him-

He flusters

Badly

How easy it is to fluster him is one thing you absolutely love about him

He’s always getting overly cocky and flirting with you like there’s no tomorrow while dropping the most down right horrendous pet names known to man

(Ex: pookie wookie bear, sugar booger, etc)

Most times when Leo would flirt with girls in the past they’d ignore him and basically look down on him. ( which we all know)

Well when your lovely ass comes around he does the same routine

But unlike before, you actually reciprocate this flirting

And he combusts on the spot

*leo exe has stopped working*

Quite literally

He’s so unused to his affections being returned it’s literally whiplash the second it is

Gets to the point where he’s so embarrassed from your constant harassing teasing and flirting that he covers his face and basically whines out, begging for you to stop.

What a simp

(This statement is quite literally acknowledged by everyone else too LMAOO)

aside from that, he’s super hot

Literally

Concerningly so, especially during the summer

And it’s the absolute worse

Not only do you have to worry over him potentially over heating and passing out -

But also worry about yourself passing out CUZ THIS MAN DOES NOT KNOW PERSONAL SPACE!!!😭😭😭

He’s always clinging onto you and it could be 100 degrees outside and he truly does not give a flying fuck

It gets to the point where you have to peel him off of you, or at least beg someone else to do so in your place

And then he pouts and acts upset like??

Would he rather you die of over heating??😭

Like sorry we all ain’t fire resistant 🙄

Your personality takes a whole 180 during winter

Sure, they have the weather controller dome at camp but during missions that’s when you cling to him.

He always just lets you because of how touch starved the poor guy is.

(You probably are too if we’re being real here)

In the case that the weather controller isn’t working and it starts snowing then you most definitely sneak him in your cabin or bunker 9-

(I firmly believe he would build beds or sum shit for y’all to hang there and eat snacks)

And y’all would cuddle. You’d be warmly tucked under the sheets away from the harsh winds and hearing nothing else but each others breath.

Going back to physical affection in your relationship- home dude would be stressingggg

He’s be so nervous and his heartbeat would speed up anytime you’d hug and hold his hand.

Again, he gets way clingier and once y’all kiss there ain’t no going back.

He’s stuck to you forever.

If you ever want to cuddle or sleep in the same bed as him for a “sleepover”-ish thing then best believe dudes gonna be the worst sleepover- partner??

Just imagine this-

Leo, you ,both laying side by side under warm sheets on a dark winter night.

No light besides that of the moon and y’all have been pretty intimate and emotional. Just getting to know each-other on another level

Finally you’re falling asleep, your lids are drooping and you breath calms down after Leo shed a few tears.

Then all you hear is-

“Bro imagine if-“

Literal slap to the face

Like you can’t tell me he doesn’t say the most random shit and stops yall from actually sleeping. Literally has y’all giggling and shit all night.

If you’re in your cabin and you have siblings- they literally tell you to shut the fuck up and be grateful they let ur lil boyfriend sleep there without snitching.

Like goddamn

Never have y’all once slept in Leo’s cabin because how how fucking weird his siblings are-

Anyway 🙃

Bro is always showing you off

He has you on his arm and always saying shit about how he pulled a baddie

Like, sir, you’re the baddie

Anyway

Best believe home dude spoils you

Like sure, sometimes he’s a lil broke but he’s always making and buying you little things

Which is honestly so sweet 😭😭

Especially when you react by cuddling him and just peppering his face in kisses

He’s glad to have you as his significant other

I mean in his own words

“All da ladies love Leo”

(Ofc replaced w a Gn term cuz I’m sure everyone loves Leo lmao)

[ripdragonbeans]

Not Him, I Swear // modern!Aegon II x Reader // Part 2

Summary: Aegon goes through with his promise to ask you out.

CW: afab reader, profanity, eventual smut, Aegon being an ass, oh but he has feelings??????

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

You woke up the next morning to a quiet room. Normally when you'd stay the night at the sibling’s apartment Helaena soft snoring would full her bedroom as well as Aegon’s loud snoring filling the entire apartment itself. You figured Helaena and Jace stayed with whoever they ended up with or at the frat house, too exhausted to come back. Unlike how they probably felt, you were fairly well rested, if not a little shaken from the encounter with Jason but a little happy with your walk with Aegon.

Aegon. You were slightly surprised that he wasn't here at his own apartment but he never really came over here anyway. He spent most of his time at the frat house.

Sitting up, you stretched your arms high and took a deep breath, ready to take on the day. Despite the small amount of partying you did, though it was really just having one drink, you felt good. You felt even better when you saw you had a text from Aegon.

Morning kitten :) lunch at 1?

You smiled at the messagage. Even after last night you never really expected Aegon to go through with his offer. Yet here you were, blushing and smiling over his text.

See you at 1 <3

The heart at the end seemed a little risky but it was one you were more than willing to make. Almost as soon as you sent it Aegon replied with his own little heart.

You looked at the time. Ten in the morning. Only three more hours.

“Now that was a party,” claimed Helaena. She was sprawled out on the couch with a happily dazed look that's been there since she arrived.

“It sure was.” You let out a breath. “I actually, um, found someone there.”

Helaena's eyes shot to yours immediately as she scooted closer to you on the couch.

“Tell. Me. More.”

You rubbed the wrist that Jason grabbed last night. “It wasn't exactly a good thing but it wasn't bad, either.”

Helaena looked at you expectantly.

“Jason saw me.”

Helaena went into protective mode. “If that fucker hurt you, I swear -”

“He didn't! Or at least he didn't get a chance to. Someone helped me out.”

“And are you going to tell me who this person is?” She dragged out the last word.

You looked at the ground when you murmured his name. “Aegon.”

Helaena blinked in surprise. “I'm sorry, what?”

“Aegon,” you repeated. “It was Aegon who helped me. He stopped Jason from grabbing me -”

“JASON GRABBED YOU?”

“Yes! Now let me continue, please!”

Helaena huffed but nodded at you to continue.

“He stopped Jason from grabbing me and pretended that he was my boyfriend so Jason would leave me alone. I went along with it and even kissed him on the cheek to sell it.”

“You kissed my brother’s cheek to get Jason to leave you alone?” she scrunched her nose in disgust.

“Yeah, and it worked because guys only back off when another guy is involved.”

“Ugh, men.”

For a while you and Helaena sat in silence, each doing your own thing on your phones, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Oh, and he asked me out,” you whispered quickly.

Helaena’s head shot up. “I'm sorry, what?”

“He asked me out,” you mumbled.

“I hear what you're saying but I don't believe it. My brother doesn't just ask someone out after they've said no multiple times.”

You rolled your eyes. “He almost didn't if that makes you feel better.”

“No, that's not what I meant, you know - ugh - just keep going.”

“After he walked me here -”

“He walked you here and didn't try to get into your pants?”

“Hey, he was being respectful,” you countered.

Helaena scoffed at the thought of that.

“Anyway, he asked me out after he walked me here.” You decided to leave out Aegon saying he would protect you.

“Hm. Okay.” Helaena’s eyes sharpened into slits as she looked at you, contemplating everything that she just learned. “Just…be careful okay? I'm assuming you already accepted the date. He can be an ass and I don't want you to get hurt again.”

“I don't think I will.” You smiled and didn't fight the blush that was creeping up your neck.

“Got her,” Aegon announced when he came downstairs.

Cregan shut his eyes tight and covered his ears. “Shhh, quiet. You're too loud.”

“I'm not too loud, you're hungover. Saw you making out with Helaena’s friend. How’d that go?”

“Great, it went great.” Cregan was still covering his face.

“I have a game plan,” Aegon started. “it's easy, all I have to do is get her to fall in love with me, then bam, she's in my bed and I win.”

“Win? What's there to win? We never made a bet.”

“Let's make a bet now, then. Give me two weeks with her and she'll be begging for me.”

“I bet you're gonna fuck it all up and get smacked by either her or Helaena.” Cregan removed his hands from his head and opened his eyes. “You can't keep up an act for that long.”

“All part of the bet.” Aegon smiled to himself.

You would be his best story, the girl who hid herself away only to open up to him.

Down to forty five minutes left and your nerves still haven't gone away. If anything, they've gotten worse.

“Maybe I should cancel, Hel,” you said as you paced back and forth in her room.

Helaena continued reading her book but offered her two cents. “As much as I'd love for you to cancel, purely because it's Aegon and I honestly don't trust him all that much and I'll wring his neck if he hurts you,” she sighed, "you deserve to go on at least one date that makes you happy.”

You looked at your friend with pure love, no one else would protect you like this. She would always be at your side.

“Thank you, Hel,” you smiled. “Will you, um, help me figure out what I'm gonna wear. It's a lunch date and I don't know what the plan is.” You blushed at the lack of knowledge.

“Knowing Aegon it'll probably be something ridiculous.” She opened up the closet and shuffled around your side. You were there so often you have a second closet at this apartment. “How about this?”

Helaena raised up a pair of ripped jeans and a black top. “You can pair it with your boots and that dark corduroy jacket! Casual but still able to move while looking super cute!”

You walked to Helaena and reached out to the outfit. “Absolutely perfect, Hel.”

Right at you finished dressing there was a knock at the door.

“Hey, Hel, is my girl with you?” Aegon called.

“Yeah! And she's not your girl yet so calm down. She's putting on the finishing touches!” Helaena turned back to you and held your hands. “Are you ready for this?”

You took in a deep breath. “As ready as I'll ever be,” you smiled at her.

She gave your hands one squeeze before letting go and opening up the door.

Aegon stood there in his usual graphic T-shirt and faded black jeans with a lopsided grin on his face.

“We ready to go?” He asked you.

“Yes, all ready.”

“Hold up!” Helaena interjected. “You,” looking at Aegon, “better not fuck her up. I'm glad you stopped Jason from doing whatever but I will still end you if you hurt her.”

“Relax, sis, I have this all under control.” He stepped around her and held out his hand.

For a beat you simply stared at him and his outstretched hand. This was it. The plunge into the pool. Taking a rattled breath, you took his hand and he led you out to the front door.

“I'll promise I'll text you when we get to wherever!” You yelled back at Helaena.

And off you two went.

A small café was the choice for lunch. Aegon swore up and down it was the best place for a cozy afternoon.

“Didn't think you to be the chilled out first date kind of guy,” you joked as you sat down.

Aegon ran a hand through his hair. “You're actually the first girl I've taken out on a date in a few years.” He chuckled. “Because, you know, we just usually fuck and nothing happens and - shit, sorry probably shouldn't talk about that.”

“I know your past, Aeg. That's why I'm surprised about this.”

“After the frat party I wanted to reach out.”

“Well, thank you for that,” you smiled.

The two of you drank your coffees in a comfortable silence. Gazing out the window you thought about what the future would hold if Aemond asked you to be his girlfriend. You saw yourself as happy, happy again. You refused for something like the relationship with Jason to happen again. Never.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught Aegon staring at you.

“What is it?” You gave him a shy smile.

Aegon continued to stare at you, amazed at your beauty and the simple ease he felt when he was around you. He brushed off that ease as his confidence in the bet.

“It's nothing, don't worry. I just…” he trailed off.

“It's just?”

“I'm lucky to be here with you. Jason never deserved you.” The words left his mouth before he could stop them.

Blush crept up your face and you bowed your head in embarrassment.

“That's really sweet, Aeg.”

He cocked his head. “You don't believe it?”

“I mean - it’s just. It's complicated.” You didn't want to spill your soul to him. At least not yet. You quickly changed the subject. “I've been really wanting to check out this art museum. Wanna go tomorrow? I'll pay the entry price since you paid for today.”

A smile kicked up on the edges of his mouth. “Yeah, sure. I'm not really a museum guy but I'll give it a shot if it means spending time with you.”

You laughed. It sounded like music to Aegon but he shook it off.

Standing up, he offered you his hand. “Shall we head back to the humble dwelling place?” He said in a mock fancy voice.

You took his hand and curtsied. “Why, yes, my dear.”

The two of you laughed as you left the cafe and headed back.

A few blocks into the walk Aegon pulled you under a large oak. “I figured since the apartment would probably be a little crowded we could stop by here for a bit.” He held your waist and cupped your face as he slowly leaned down. He brought his lips to your ear and whispered, “may I kiss you?”

The question sent a bolt of excitement through your body.

“Such a gentleman,” you joked. “Kiss me, Aegon.”

He closed the small gap between you two with a gentle kiss. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled you close. A small sound made its way out of you and he smiled against you. He deepened the kiss, his tongue running against yours for permission. You gladly opened up for him. The feeling of him inside you brought a wave of pleasure. You wanted more, gods you wanted so much more, but you knew you had to stop.

Begrudgingly, you pulled yourself away from Aegon.

“As much as I'd love to continue this, I want to take it slow.” Out of embarrassment you avoided looking him in the eye. “Last time I let myself get caught up in the rush of it all and it ended painfully. I don't want to do that again.”

Aegon tilted your head up by the chin. “I can do that. It's all on your call.”

“Thank you, Aeg.” Pulling him down from the nape if his neck you pressed your forehead against his.

Aegon should've been happy with his date with you but it only worried him. There was a small tinge of guilt in the back of his head. He wasn't supposed to be falling for you but it seemed his descent had begun.

[respectthepetty]

Dear Respect the Petty,

I have long enjoyed your posts about colors etc (like, to the extent that when you went on vacation I was legit sad), but I don't usually notice those details in shows by myself.

However, today, in Only Friends ep 4, something was so blatant that I finally picked up on it, and I have a question.

When Ray came to apologize to Mew for kissing him without consent, Mew was in the kitchen in this warm lighting, whereas Ray quickly moved into a dark blue space. The contrast was wild. And then Mew came closer to Ray and hung out in this half-and-half space with some blue on him.

I'm proud of myself for noticing something, but I don't know what it means about these boys/their colors/their mental states/their relationship.

Got any thoughts?

Thanks for sharing your insights (about this and also in general)!

@sorry-bonebag, this ask was so formal in structure, that I got a little scared. I felt like I had to answer it even though I have no less than ten other asks chilling in my inbox about the colors in Only Friends. But, honest moment here - I don't notice the colors when Khaotung is on my screen because I'm mesmerized by his beauty.

Like, LOOK at him!

I didn't even know what color that background was because my sight stopped at his face, and yellow is my favorite color! The jawline, the hair, the lips, the face, THE MAN! LOOK AT HIM!

So unlike Boston and Nick, who favor being in the dark together

Even when they have the opportunity for light, (God, I love their toxic asses)

I don't recognize color when Ray enters the room, not really at least. Of course, I noticed my little red flag being a demon ruining Sand's night by stalking him and breaking Sand's bottles, but only because Ray's lips really popped with that red background.

Just like the bar sign really made his lips pop that other time he was ruining Sand's night by suggesting a threesome at his house.

And because I like Boss "No Boundaries" Ton being lit up with the red lights while looking at photos, I did notice the transition into Ray's room focused on the red which then shifted to Ray pouring drinks.

But it's really because the opening credits only show the bar, the photos, and the alcohol in red because they are the dangers of this show.

So, like I was saying, I don't notice the colors because I'm captivated by Ray's glowing skin, which is why it pisses me off every time he is with Mew because Mew gets the Linda Evangelista treatment while Ray is forced into the shadows EVEN IN HIS OWN HOME!

Ray is usually watching Mew from the shadows or being overshadowed by Mew, literally! Mew is always sitting in front of Ray cutting him off from the light source.

Which is why I like it when Ray is with Sand because my little Ray of sunshine thrives. Even in the darkness, his skin is glowing!

The car ride the first night when Sand stopped him from driving drunk? Angelic like the heavens are shining on him! *bites knuckles*

But then again, that's how we were introduced to the boys in class. The spotlight was on Mew, Ray was in his shadow, and Boston was in the dark. (Chuem, you're doing great, hon!)

So you telling me that Mew, once again, gets to be in the warm light, while my visually stunning man who has never done a bad thing in his life (except, you know, the laundry list of bad shit he has done) gets the cool light even though they are IN THE SAME APARTMENT . . .

*takes a deep breath* It tracks.

But I'm glad that Mew stepped into the cool light with Ray as Ray apologized.

Because they are friends, and Mew has proven that although he can't give Ray light, he is willing to share some of Ray's darkness.

Which tells me that it isn't really Mew stealing light from Ray

But instead, Ray needs to step out into the light and embrace the warmth that others openly give him.

So I'm very proud of you for noticing this, and know that I'm really rooting for Ray realizing how good Sand is for his skin, I mean heart . . . no, I mean skin, so I can continue to enjoy the radiant being that is Khaotung when he gets that good lighting.

Thanks for the ask, and I'll try not to get entranced by Khaotung's flawless features, so I can notice cool visuals like you.

Wish me luck!

[skylarsblue]

✦Slashers With A Strong S/O✦

✦Note; Gender Neutral Reader, fluff, no warnings! I added a few for my own enjoyment, hope you don't mind! 

FOR SOME FUCKIN REASON THIS POST GLITCHED OUT HELLA HARD, SO I'M REPOSTING IT JUST IN CASE. IF YOU REQUESTED THIS I'M SORRY YOU DIDN'T GET NOTIFIED RIGHT AWAY. TUMBLR'S A BITCH

✦Michael: He/Him, Jason: He/Him, Billy: He/It, Bubba: He/They/She, Bo: He/Him, Vincent: They/He, Danny: He/They

❀Michael Myers❀

Oh, he has no idea how to feel. This is OG Myers, he's got a pretty average build. 5'10", 190-somethin' pounds. Though he has super-human strength, for some reason, there are certainly people bigger than him. He knows this...he doesn't have to like it though. He likes being this strong and imposing figure that makes hearts sink. The fact he likes you is amazing as it is, the fact he doesn't feel a little threatened by you is even more bewildering.

Do not try to pick him up for no reason/out of nowhere. Not in the beginning, at least. You don't want to push your luck. As strong as you may be, he's immortal, so he'll find a way to ensure you know your place. He doesn't like being overpowered.

That being said, there are certain scenarios where your strength comes in handy, and it's in these times he'll begrudgingly admit to himself that he likes it. For example, when he's wounded enough to actually affect his ability to walk. Don't tease him as you princess carry him, but he is silently appreciative, as embarrassing as it is.

Michael's just very aware when he's in a position that's vulnerable. He's never liked that feeling, so it'll take a long time for him to be comfortable with the knowledge that you're powerful enough to hoist him up without breaking a sweat. Give it some time though and he'll start to enjoy it. He'll never admit it though.

Don't expect him to koala you, ever. But at some point, he'll start to be okay with you carrying him up the stairs when he's hurt from a hunt, or moving him to the couch during those rare times he gets sick from his poor wound care.

All and all, he'll never admit to liking your strength, but eventually, he'll come to find it useful. Just don't push your luck. He'll still stab you if you forget his terrifying reputation.

❀Jason Voorhees❀

Well, if he likes you, he trusts you a whole lot. Jason's all or nothing when it comes to comfort/trust. This means, unlike Michael, he doesn't really have any worries or insecurities over your strength. He thinks it's rather impressive actually! Depending on your height, if you're like...under 5'8"? He's gonna be double impressed.

Living in the woods and being self-sustainable is hard work. It requires a lot of physical labor. Carrying lumber around, building things, carrying heavy metal to set up his traps, fixing up the cabins. Jason can do it with ease, but it can get pretty tiresome when that's all he does. Lugging around logs of firewood and dead bodies. A corpse doesn't pull its own weight, after all.

Having you around and willing to help is extremely helpful! He's too polite to go out of his way to ask for your help, but when you do it anyways, it makes his stomach feel all weird. What gives him the shock of his life...(afterlife?) is when you lift him up for the first time.

He lets out a surprised grunt and looks around like a freaked-out cat. Processing the fact his significant other hoisted his 6'5", 200+ pound ass right off the ground without any struggle. It makes him admittedly a bit flustered.

He'd prefer if you gave him a little warning before you do it, it kinda freaks him out when you lift him all of a sudden, but that doesn't mean he dislikes it. Quite the contrary! He won't ask for it but when you lift him up and hold him there, it makes him feel safe. It reminds him of being a kid, when his mother would carry him virtually everywhere. Bringing back those old memories before he lost her is an easy way to make Jason melt.

He'll constantly worry about being too heavy, and he'll weakly insist you stop lifting him. He doesn't want you hurting yourself! Of course, you know better, and it makes his heart happy that you insist on doing it anyway.

❀Billy Lenz❀

Billy's a bit iffy with touch. Sometimes he can't get enough, other times he shuts down completely at the lightest tap. But he trusts you which means you get a pass more often. It likes your touch! Your touch doesn't mean bad things!

Billy's not very heavy or big. It's rather slim, actually. Bit of a twig, really. About 5'6", not including the heels on his boots, and maybe around 125 pounds soaking wet. Picking him up really isn't that difficult, to be honest. Still! It'll make him light up when you hold him aloft like a cat. On an excitable day, it'll squirm and giggle relentlessly.

On days where he's really not lucid, but not hyperactive either, he likes to cling to you like a koala. It doesn't matter if he's in the way, he's stuck to you for a while. It's probably the best time to cuddle it in all honesty. He won't talk much, doesn't really move either, just settles against you. Letting you be the anchor in reality so he doesn't drift off into space. It prefers that dynamic much more than panic attacks.

He tries to pick you up once and he fails, absolutely. Billy's a climber and he can hoist his own body weight just fine, but it's a different scenario when lifting someone else. Though the experience definitely makes him like how strong you are a lot more than before. Now it's twice as impressive.

Sometimes he squirms around when you lift him up. Be cautious of his legs, especially if you got a pair of nuts. Those boots are pretty damn effective at crotch shots.

❀Bubba Sawyer❀

Oh, Bubs is so flustered so quick, bro. Bubba is a big, big baby. Just shy of 6'6" and over 300 lbs. No one can just lift him. They haven't been lifted up since they were a kid, and even then it was rare. He's always been heavier set and his eldest brother often insisted it was a pain to lift him.

Here you come though, buff as hell, raising her off the ground like she weighs nothing. It definitely makes them all giddy. Bubba will start squeaking and squealing, flapping his hands all excitedly. Please carry Bubba like a princess, they'll swoon so hard.

It's guaranteed he'll be really worried about your back though. He's been hyper-aware of his weight for a long time, it's an insecurity they've always dealt with. All of her brother's comments definitely make her worry that you'll hurt yourself trying to carry her.

As a result of this? Carry him more, it'll make him melt completely. Go ahead and shower him with compliments while you hold him off the ground. It's the easiest way to make Bubba fall for you even harder. If y'all weren't already married, you will be now, it's sealed.

Sometimes Chop-Top & Nubbins will bother you to do the same with them. Bubba will let out little noises of discontent, they like to be the only one you pick up and carry. It's special for them! Though they won't insist you say no to his brothers, he will feel all fuzzy if you insist it's a Bubba-Only Privilege.

No matter your size, weight, or height? She'll return the favor. Bubba's used to heavy lifting, he's a butcher farmhand! It's only fair he share the experience, plus, it feels nice to have you close to him all day. Worry not about her arms, she was built for this!

❀Danny -Jed Olsen- Johnson❀

Ghostface is all over that shit man. He's so into it. If you're a victim, it's annoying, because it makes his job harder. But you're not! Not anymore, anyway, so he gets to appreciate all that strength. The knowledge you could probably whoop his ass definitely gives him a feeling of warmth in his face...and groin.

Danny's athletic and fit, but he's not Pyramid-Head levels of buff by any means. 5'11", bout 190 somethin' pounds. They're strong enough to lift twice their body weight with minimal struggle, but it's not every day you come across someone who can carry you like it's nothing.

I imagine you probably did it first in order to prove a point. Danny likes to tease, they probably make a little comment about being stronger than you, only for you to pick him up like it was nothing. It definitely catches him off guard for a bit, which is hard to do! As soon as it processes though? He's back to flirting with a smug-ass grin. He's a little shit.

After that, they'll try to get you to do it again, usually by annoying you or insisting it was a fluke and that you're not as strong as you look. It's only because he's secretly too embarrassed to admit he just likes being held. Danny's a switch and you can fight me on that. He won't admit it but he likes being carried like a pretty princess sometimes, makes him feel all cute.

One day, he'll come home all exhausted and annoyed. A day when their job was stressful, probably his coworkers being bitches, the coffee machine wouldn't work. It's times like that when he wants to go batshit crazy. Drop the Jed persona and stab everyone in sight.

They won't say a word when they walk into whatever room you're in, storming up to you at great speed. He stops right in front of you and stares at you for a bit, then after a beat of silence, he opens his arms and makes the grabby hand motion. Tips of their ears are bright red. He'll hush you really dramatically if you make a comment, but he melts when you pick him up. Just kinda chills there until the annoyance of everyday life finally settles back down. This one instance turns into a habit, for sure.

❀Bo Sinclair❀

Did someone say FRAGILE MASCULINITY?! Yeah, Bo's gonna be real fuckin' huffy for a while. Like Michael, he doesn't like the idea of being vulnerable, nor does he like the idea of his significant other being stronger than him. He's been conditioned into a traditional headspace. He's the provider! He's the stronger one! That's the rule!

It'll take a long time before he's completely comfortable with the fact he finds how easily you lift heavy things attractive. Given that's essentially the complete opposite of his usual "type". Weak, submissive, someone easy to assert power over. He was raised in a circumstance where he was always weaker, so as a result, he tries to pursue the other role. Being the strong and imposing figure.

It'll probably be like two years before you can lift him up without Bo getting genuinely upset. Doing it before then will probably lead to a fight that he'll brood over for a few days.

Man still bitches when you do it though, he just won't insist on screaming at you for hours. The best case scenario to do this is probably when a visitor goes rogue and hurts him enough to where he needs help walking. Complaining the whole time, he'll let you carry him back to the couch, as long as you ensure his brothers don't see.

Like with Jason, if you're on the shorter side, it'll confuse him. Wondering where you keep all that strength in your little body. He'll get a bit competitive, but he won't inform you that you two are competing. It makes him frustratingly turned on when he sees you toss a body like it's nothing, or lift a giant truck tire without breaking a sweat. Bo will deny it up until he literally can't anymore. He'll spill it to you but if you make a single teasing comment, he's kickin' you in the shin and storming off.

Oh, and bonus? You have a secret advantage at tapping into that well-guarded sub-space portion of Bo's brain. Just be gentle cause he is EXTREMELY fragile, a lot more than he lets on.

❀Vincent Sinclair❀

Well, you probably started as a visitor, which means they have to kill you. So in that situation, he finds your strength extremely aggravating. It's very annoying. But! You're not a victim anymore and so now he has no trouble admitting they find it incredibly attractive.

Between both of his brothers, he ranks second in physical strength to Bo, but that doesn't mean he's weak at all. We all saw how easily he can cut off a fuckin' head with two knives. Or impale a skull with a broken pipe. They're extremely dangerous and strong. Now that being said, you being stronger than them makes them feel...well, it makes them feel something for sure.

Lifting Vincent up isn't that hard. He's not light necessarily, but he's not that heavy either. No, it's the fact you can carry him around that makes them all flustered. It's one thing to lift someone, but to continuously support their weight whilst walking around like it's nothing? It's something Vincent hyperfixates on every time you do it.

Vincent's very touch-starved. Like, extremely. Though it makes his face burn when you throw them over your shoulder, he melts all the same. He won't actively encourage it like Danny, but he will try to subtly hint when he wants to be picked up. Hoping you'll notice the signs and do it on your own to save them the embarrassment of actually asking.

If Bo isn't around, Vincent loves nothing more than to cling to you while you do household chores. Admittedly, he gets a little too into it if you switch his weight onto your hip and hold him up with one arm. As if they needed any more confirmation that you're buff as hell. You'll probably hear them squeak and quickly try to force down the embarrassment. He's never considered himself the submissive type, somewhere in the middle instead, but you DEFINITELY MAKE THEM QUESTION.

When doing maintenance on the House of Wax, sometimes you'll lift them on your shoulders so they don't have to break out the ladder. He'll struggle to lose himself in the art of wax with your hands holding his thighs steady. And Bo never lets him live it down if the man notices just how much Vincent likes you showing off how strong you are

[who1ssheesh]

NSFW Xanxus with s/o? 👀

Xanxus NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: seks and swearing; fem!reader; huge OOC; 100% wrong grammar, english still is not my native (it will be one day is this how it works idk); no beta we die like tyl tsuna

Note: tbh, this is really short since I'm still holding back my filthiest thoughts?? The add-on section with sub Xus can be NOT considered serious but those make me raaaaaaaaaawrrr aooga

• Fucking horndog end of the story leave lieks uwu

• No really, he riles up in a second and in the most inconvenient situations. And if you don’t give him what he wants, Xanxus will be very broody for the whole day. Good luck, you will need one ngl

• Xanxus obviously likes (LOOVES) seeing you in revealing tight clothes, this bitch will drop stuff on purpose just to see your bottom if you're wearing a short skirt that day. He will not hide it, man will just be sitting with the nastiest smile, and you know you have to get that thing up since he won’t

• More of a thighs and ass type tbh. Any breast is good if he can see a nice cleavage.

• I really imagine Xanxus as a big juicy man despite Amano’a art style. His thighs worth dying between, his tiddies look heavy I can hold them bb. And I think he also enjoyed someone not really slim? He loves something to GRAB

• Not even in a sexual way. He will always grab your ass even around people and he can't even give you a coherent answer why. He just stares zero brain head empty - he can't admit out loud he loves your body, what a loser

• HUGE size kink. The nastiest, craziest size kink, he is going to be feral with a small s/o like he really means to snap them in half

• Also has a big dick, so……..can’t complain

• Choke him. Never in your life you can even choke him a little bit, but Xanxus appreciates the effort. Your both fragile feminine hands cannot do anything against him and even grab his neck fully, and that feeling of power over you gets him going.

• Then you feel his hot touch around your throat. He is going to show you how it is done

• Enjoys the fight. Someone too obedient is not his type at all, he gets bored quickly, he loves his girlie to has temperament. Scratch him, grab him, bite him and never hold back. Xanxus enjoys smell of blood, seeing your marks all over him after

• Touch. His. Scars. I’m sorry for involving feelings, but he will like it

• You can never dumbfound him with love-bombing btw. Unlike SOMEONE ahemsqualoahem

“I-i love you”

“Yeah, who doesn’t”

But he still thinks that’s lame and kills the mood

• Yes to power play but GOD FUCK NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING GET THE FUCK OUT YOU FREAK to Daddy kink. He has too much going on with parents and has big issues, especially with fathers. But props to being the first person Xanxus calls a freak

• Get on your knees for him and he’s so WEAK

• Speaking of weak. Xanxus thinks too much with his dick, and you won’t have much problem convincing him about something through a good blowjob (or sex in general). He knows your trick but doesn’t mind, since he’s had a good time, nay? Though sometimes he’ll fuck around and just go away “well, bye now”

• Corruption kink and no one will convince me otherwise. Having a confident skilled woman is good. But how about the most stoic, morally right woman turned into the filthiest nastiest whore just for him? Bonus point if she's a virgin, something clicking in his head. Xanxus enjoys the fact he's one and only or at least, if you break up, he's still your first and no other man will satisfy you she same way (those are his words, not mine)

• Such a dirty talker. But usually Xanxus tries to get an answer from you and just laughs and your fucked-out pathetic state. He won't stop until your eyes are glossy and absolutely empty, his dick is the only thing on your mind.

• Xanxus is shameless but still gets really angry when you two get caught. HOT TAKE. It's not about him btw, he doesn't give a shit about being seen with some one-night-stand but YOU as his partner are different. He wants people hear you and know how good he's making you feel, he wants then to see how hot, awesome, smart, pretty, confident you are BUT! Xanxus is the only one who sees you in the nastiest, most vulnerable state.

• Hot take again - he's not against eating you out. First - being between juicy thick thighs worth dying for, second - he again turns it into a dominating moment, where HE decides if you're having an orgasm.

Secret-secret headcanons I myself BELIEVE

• Sit on his face. Xanxus will act like a bitch but in the end you will notice he likes it WAY too much and even has some shade of pink on his cheeks

• Just try to dominate him in general. Use the same dirty words he uses for you, don't be scared to insult him. You both are too fucked up and horny at this moment anyways, Xanxus' brain won't even comprehend what you are telling him and that actually he's supposed to get angry

• Xanxus didn't know this is his kink - a beast being tamed, huh?

• After the first time this idiot didn't even talk to you, trying to process what the hell happened. But seeing you the same as always, still treating him as a big smart boss, and that's what everyone believes, makes him hard instantly.

• Xanxus doesn't like sex toys at all (he can make you see stars without any help) but JUST MAYBE that's the first time you get whips? Question mark?

• Nah, he won't just become suddenly submissive, that's not the point. He will insult you, bite you, scratch, choke you, fight against you. If you can't handle him, you don't deserve him in this state, okay?

[farahtissaiamyloves]

Arrange marriage, yknow the lady leonora lesso one can u do a part two of that. If not then could u do a lady lesso x female reader in the tub, playing around splashing each other cause it's be a boring sad day.

Arranged Marriage - part 2

Hi Anon, thanks a lot for the request, and I hope your days get better. So, in order to achieve that, you can have both.

Also, thanks for submitting a request with an idea and not just " write smth for Lady Lesso, please "

Part 1 Part 3

Everybody knew that Leonora was behind it. Yet, nobody could prove that the dean was even near the crime scene.

She had the perfect alibi, as she was enjoying the perfect taste of her tea alongside her wive at the time of the incident.

Nobody needed to know that you actually drank your tea alone that day.

Even so, you couldn't not go at Philip's funeral.

After what happened at the ball last year, Leonora never once did she forget about the man who must have been infatuated with you.

After all, nobody - except her - could now see her pregnant wife sexually.

You were five months pregnant already, and the never thought that the prince's death could no longer be postponed. He needed to go for you to focus totally on your baby and the family you would build together.

It was quick. She told you it would.

Just one slice.

Down his throat.

Leonora's coat didn't even get dirty as she avoided efficiently the river of blood, which followed the huge cut.

You didn't try to stop her, like she thought you would. Fact, which angered her even more.

What could have done that bastard to you for your ever-always willing to save everyone ass to say nothing ?

However, she came to the conclusion that that didn't matter anymore.

You were married now and waiting for your pretty daughter to come to this world.

Philip was playing with the fire and led himself to this.

So, that's how you ended up wearing a black dress and leaning against your wive's arm while she was wearing her usual coat, smiling at the dead body inside the coffin.

You waited patiently for the funeral to come to end suddenly wishing to eat pizza with chocolate.

You brought Leonora's hand to your growing tummy as you pressed your head against her arm.

The dean immediately understood that you were once again hungry.

Leonora kissed the top of your head and whispered to you that you would leave the moment this was to end.

Soon enough, the priest finished, and you were the first to give your condolences to his family.

Of course, Leonora chose to honor her evil side and tease his parents and sister instead.

" I'm curious. How does it feel to be an only child ? " She inquired to Philip's sister.

The girl shook her head, ignoring the evil dean as she turned her attention to you. " I'm so sorry for your unfortunate marriage. Unlike her, my brother had at least manners. "

You froze. One hand on top of your belly and the other snaked around Leonora's.

Leonora raised an eyebrow at the girl. " You know that I'm over here, and I can hear you, right ? "

She continued purposely ignoring her, focusing on you. " Philip could have provided you with everything you wish... We both know that a never and their insensitivity will never be capable of that. "

You couldn't believe what you were listening. Someone talking shit about Leonora in front of her. You would have felt so bad if you were in her shoes.

" I guess we will never know. Anyway, we need to go now, even the slightest of things tire me with my whole pregnancy ordeal. " You excuse yourself.

The girl couldn't say anything against that and watched as Lesso dragged you outside of the church. But she didn't leave before sending to Philip's family her signature smirk.

When you returned to your quarters, you were starving. You didn't bother undressing before eating.

Leonora, after helping you to the kitchen table and making sure you had everything you needed, went to the bathroom to prepare the bath.

It was a pity you were unable to drink wine while laying in the bath together, but Leonora did not mind.

She was willing to sacrifice everything for the health of her baby.

When you were finished, you were pleasantly surprised with Leonora.

" You deserve a kiss. " You said with your most serious face, stepping on your tiptoes to kiss her cheek.

Leonora chuckled at your antics and led you to the bathroom.

The woman helped you undress and step into the tub.

After disregarding her own clothes and, of course, folding your dress, she joined you in the tub.

You sighed happily when your head rested against Leonora's shoulder. The woman wrapped her hands around you, pulling you closer to her.

You stayed like that for several moments until a crazy idea came to you.

You looked up at Leonora, who had her eyes closed and head resting on top of yours.

Perfect.

She wouldn't even see it coming.

With a quick move, you slightly pull away from her grasp. Leonora's eyes opened, not realizing what was happening until some water fell on her face.

The evil dean raised an eyebrow at you. " What was that for ? "

You shrugged. " Nothing. But I always wanted to do that. "

Lady Lesso hummed at your reply, faking deep thought. You returned to your previous position, thinking that she probably won't do it back due to your pregnancy.

She proved you wrong, though.

You turned your head to look at her, offended. " Hey ! "

She smirked at you. " What ? I thought that this was what the princess wanted. "

You shook your head. " You splashed more water to my face than I did to yours. "

Leonora chuckled. " Is that so ? "

" Yes. " Was your response alongside a splash aiming for her face.

" I see. The princess chose war. " She said said splashing water back at you.

And War it was.

The walls around the tub were wet from the water missing your faces, and whatever had remained from your makeup was long gone.

After what felt like hours, you grew tired.

However, Leonora didn't seem ever near to it.

You closed your eyes, covering them with your hands. " Okay, Okay. That's enough, Leo. I wanna go to bed. "

Leonora gave a triumpant hum before standing up to get the towel and help you dry.

As the Dean of Evil was drying your belly, she couldn't resist kissing it.

" Goodnight, baby. Hope you gonna avenge your mother's loss one day. "

[deejadabbles]

Hiiii friend!! wanted to request a spooky prompt number 6 and 😈 with Fives please and thank you!!

Hello darling!! Thank you for sending this in, I was very inspired the moment I read it so I hope you enjoy this 🤩 This one also got a little ~heated~ since Fives had officially become one of my faves 😏

How to Summon A Demon Boyfriend (Demon!Fives x GN Reader)

Summary: There's no such thing as demons, they're just something to use for cheesy cautionary tales...Right? Rating: M (Minors DNI) Word Count: 1,813 Warnings: Crappy 'friends', small injury and mentions of blood, reader gets a big scare but it's fine in the end I promise, heavily suggestive content. Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up  /// AO3

You really needed to learn to say no sometimes.

Tonight was supposed to be the perfect chance to curl up on the couch in your favorite PJs and coziest blanket. Instead, you were freezing your ass off in a dark playground, pretending to summon a demon like some bored teenager. 

Cam and you weren’t even that close, just work buddies, but that little voice inside your head had been yelling too loud: 'he was really sweet and invited you! You have to go! It would be rude not to!' Now you were annoyed with every moment of this silly little seance.

“Alright, I think that should do it!” said the cute blonde girl, who you didn’t know before tonight. You didn’t know any of Cam’s friends, yet here you were with them. “I think it’s a good little summoning circle, if I do say so myself!” She beamed down at the chalk drawing she’d sketched onto the area usually reserved for hopscotch. 

Then another one of Cam’s friends, a young man with dark hair fit for a punk band, voiced your own thoughts, “This is stupid, what makes you think we can summon a demon from some random book you found in a second hand store?”

“Dude, I’m telling you, if anything’s the real deal, it’s this!” Cam insisted, cautiously taking the book from the blonde and flipping a page, “I mean, just look at this!” He tilted it towards you and the punk guy, “The ancient looking paper, the notes and stains- plus, the store owner said she got it from her friend when he died and that his family was into all kinds of strange occult shit.”

You would admit, it was a very convincing tome, even if the demon summoning was all fiction, the owner had put lots of work into its design. You reached out to touch the edge of the page, to see if it really did feel ancient, but just as you did Cam moved as well and a sharp pain seared through your finger tip.

With a loud hiss and a curse you pulled your hand back, clutching it close to your chest.

“Shit- sorry!” Cam said, “Paper cut?”

“Yeah,” you muttered, taking a tentative peak at the now throbbing finger. It was leaking red, the skin around it looking angry, and you noticed part of the offending page was now stained with your blood too. Well, at least it added to the book’s authentic aesthetic. 

“Wow, didn’t know we’d be making blood sacrifices tonight,” the blonde said with a laugh.

“Happy to contribute,” was your sarcastic reply as you tried to soothe the throbbing. “Next time I-”

“Uh, guys!” Cam’s eyes were wide as he looked down at the book, “The words are glowing!” Then he let out a high pitched yelp, and dropped the book as if it had burned him.

With a loud thud, it landed on the summoning circle and that’s when you saw that the curving calligraphy on the pages were indeed glowing! Not only that, but the moment it touched the chalked symbols, the ground below you started to rumble unlike any earthquake you had ever seen.

Cam and blondie yelped as they fell to the ground together, you not keeping your balance for much longer, and punk kid only staying upright when he threw himself on a picnic table.

“What the hell is happening?!” the girl yelled, pulling the hood of her jacket up as if that would shield her from the horrors unfolding.

“You’re the ones who wanted to summon a demon!” Punk shouted, looking pale and ready to hurl as the ground continued to shake.

Then, within the circle, the already cracked and worn cement split apart. Chunks of it flew as old compacted dirt from beneath surged to the surface, making way for something else.

It wasn’t a man- “man” didn’t begin to describe it. Clawed hands reached towards the sky, lifting above a head of dark curls that did little to hide two large horns. Dark skin around tight muscles that flexed as he rose up from the earth, a bare chest with marks that might have been tattoos, and a blue kilt of some sort that made room for a swaying tail.

Paralyzed on the ground as you were, all you could do was watch with wide eyes as the demon stretched, and let out a roar of a yawn as if waking from a deep sleep. Then his eyes flashed open, revealing deep brown irises rimmed in red.

He scanned them over your little petrified group and, for some reason, your stunned brain noticed the dumbest little detail. 'Oh, he has a number five tattooed on his forehead. Wonder what that means'.

That’s when the demon pulled his lips back in a dastardly grin, revealing large fangs surely made to rip apart human flesh.

“Run,” he growled.

Somebody screamed. Someone else cried some sort of plea. But you couldn’t say anything, all noise dying in your throat as you rolled over and tried to scramble to your feet. Just as you started to, someone (Cam?) knocked into you and sent you tumbling back to the dirt painfully. Footsteps thundered around you and, looking up, you realized that the other three were already disappearing into the darkness as they ran, leaving you behind.

“Wait-” the pleading call was lost in the wind, just as something behind you took a loud step closer.

Somehow your brain was going a mile a minute and not thinking anything at all as you became painfully aware of the large, looming presence closing in on you. Body unable to move from fear, all you could do was listen as the demon let out a low, deep chuckle.

“Some friends you have,” he purred. “Leaving you here.” Something brushed along your back. “All alone.” Leaves rustled as he knelt above you. “With me.” Hot breath fanned against your ear.

A noise very close to a squeal left you as a hand grabbed your shoulder and rolled you over onto your back. You were face to face with the demon now, his arms caging you in on either side, his face hovering over yours, and still sporting that hungry grin as his dark eyes looked you over slowly.

“P-please don’t kill me,” it came out as little more than a wheeze, but at least you managed to say something.

That’s when those brilliant eyes snapped back to yours. There was a heartbeat of silence in which you went through a thousand different ‘this is the end’ scenarios in your head-

But then, the demon threw his head back and laughed!

It wasn’t a sinister, cruel laugh either. Instead it was light and, dare you say, joyful. The kind of laugh a loved one would make after you mentioned some inside joke or another. His broad shoulders shook and that tail of his swished behind him in a way that reminded you of a cat ready to play.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he gasped between laughs, “I didn’t mean to scare you that bad!” He leaned back some then, as if to give you some air, though his arms were still on either side of you. “See, that’s just a little act I do to give you humans a scare.” This time, the grin he flashed was playful and a little lopsided. “You have to admit, you kind of deserve it for yanking me out of my cozy little dimension. It’s a little annoying when you don’t expect to be summoned.”

You opened your mouth, now stunned in a completely different way, but no sound was ready to come out yet, apparently.

That didn’t deter the demon, though, his eyes searched your face when he said, “Course, I did want to scare off the others. Groups are always more annoying, and I kinda liked the idea of having you to myself once I saw how cute you are.”

The unexpected statement caused you to come back down from your fearful high a little. You blinked a few times, then found it in yourself to look him in the eyes more directly. You managed to stutter out a “Wha-what?”

The demon laughed again, a shorter one this time, “Wow, I really must have done a number on you, I’m sorry, mesh’la.” He held up a hand, though the black claws at his fingertips almost made you flinch. “I swear, I’m not going to kill you. Even if I was that type of demon, there’s no challenge in killing humans,” he winked, “you’re too soft and supple.”

Heat took over your face and you weren’t sure if it was annoyance, embarrassment, or something else. Probably a cocktail of the three. After a deep, steadying breath, you finally managed to say something more than a strangled noise or single word.

“So, you’re some kind of good demon?”

He shrugged those naked, now very distracting, shoulders. “Something like that. Mostly, I’m just here to fulfill whatever contract you want from me.”

“M-Me?”

“Yup.”

“Why me?”

The demon looked down at you with something…interesting in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite place even though his expression was still light. His hand slid down the ground beside your prone body, until it reached your wrist. He grasped it gently, lifting it to show off your still sore cut.

“Because your blood summoned me. You’re the one I’m bound to, sweetheart.”

Keeping his eyes on yours, he brought your finger to his mouth and closed his lips around the bleeding cut. You found yourself breathless again as a wet tongue ran over the little injury, soothing the ache in a way you didn’t expect.

He pulled your finger out of his mouth with a little pop, then turned that fang flashing smirk on you again. “See, you summoned me, now we make some sort of deal, a contract. You give me something and I give you something in return.” He placed your hand on his naked chest so he could pin his own by your head again. “Name’s Fives, by the way, and you are?”

After swallowing the sudden lump in your throat and not feeling any more calm after doing it, you introduced yourself in the firmest tone you could muster. The demon- Fives, repeated your name slowly, and you could see his tongue tasting every letter of it.

“Hm, I like that name,” he said and again, you caught a glimpse of the spade-tipped tail flicking at his back. 

You must have been more distracted by it than you realized, because he brushed the back of a claw down your cheek, before taking your chin in a firm grip to force your eyes back on his. When you did, his gaze seemed just a little darker.

“So, darling, what kind of deal do you want to make with me?”

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[vendettaparker]

Clear [E.M]

Summary: Eddie makes it clear that he is the one for you, but life has other plans.

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: smut, swearing, angst, possible typos, ex steve harrington 

a/n: third and final part to the complex mini series 

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Eddie comes home that night high off his ass. You can smell it on him the minute you greet him at the front door at three in the morning. His eyes are red and bleary, and he’s squinting far too much for your liking. 

“Hey, baby,” he breathes out, “missed you.” He pulls you in for a hug, despite the disgusted look on your face.

You knew Eddie was a dealer and you didn’t mind at all. It was his way of making money and he enjoyed partaking as well, so who were you to tell him what he could and couldn't do? But you never picked up the habit. You tried smoking with him once but ended up coughing it all back up into his face. He ended up shotgunning some of the smoke into your mouth, and you quite enjoyed that actually. That of course led to the first time you ever had sex high, which was an indescribable experience, to say the least. But still, you didn’t really like smoking the way Eddie did. You always had trouble getting the smoke in your lungs on your own, and you always ended up in coughing fits or burning your throat. Not the mention the smell, which always seemed to give you a headache. The first shit you took after getting high with Eddie, strangely enough, smelled like weed. Safe to say, that ruined the whole thing for you. 

“You smell,” you scrunch your nose up at him. 

“I know, ‘m sorry,” Eddie rests his head atop yours, his eyes drooping. “I would’ve headed back home but I missed you too much.”

“That’s sweet,” you smile, “but still, you stink. Can I please run you a bath?”

“Only if you join me,” Eddie says. You nod and lead in back into the house, “and rub my back for me?” 

“Sure, you big baby,” you chuckle. 

Eddie hums as he sinks into the hot water. You sit across from him in the tub, legs entangled considering the tight quarters. You wet a rag and soap it up before running it over Eddie’s shoulders. You let the suds run down his whole body, not missing the way they collect in the divots of his muscles. 

Eddie had a soft body. He wasn't as sculpted or hard as Steve. His body reflected him as a person perfectly. Soft, gentle, loving. That’s how you’d describe it. 

“How was the rest of the party?” you ask, dipping the rag back into the water before repeating. 

“So much fun,” Eddie smiles, “I’ve never seen Steve get so fucked up.” Eddie laughs, remembering the slurred rant Steve went on after two joints and four beers. 

“What’d he do?” 

“Oh, he was just being—I don’t know,” Eddie’s head lulls to the side, “just being a prick about something. It was funny though—how red his face got and stuff.”

“Did he say anything?” 

Eddie shrugs, humming out something that you don’t quite catch. You don’t mind though—it’s probably best that you don’t know all about Steve’s ramblings anyways after what you had said to him. And besides, you were starting to get pruny. 

“Okay, well, come on, big guy,” you say, standing up, “let’s go to bed.” 

You wrap Eddie in a towel, not unlike you would a child, and rub his upper arms, making sure he’s nice and dry. 

“It’s c-cold,” he complains quietly. 

“Yeah,” you nod, “it’s December so…”

“R-Right,” Eddie shivers. 

You put him in a t-shirt you stole from him and a pair of sweats that may have also come from his closet—though, there was also a good chance they were Steve’s. 

Once you’re in bed, you wrap your comforter over him, pressing your body close to his and tucking the comforter on the other side of yourself, trapping the two of you in a burrito of warmth. 

“Better?” you ask, breath fanning over his face. 

“Mhm,” Eddie nods, “warm.” 

“Yeah,” you give him a small smile. “I’ll see you in the morning, kay?” 

“Mhm,” Eddie nods, eyes already closed. He was asleep in minutes. 

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Eddie’s favorite movie, surprisingly enough, was Dirty Dancing. You also frequently rented the movie from Family Video, but less because you actually enjoy it and more so for the fact that you thought Patrick Swayze was the hottest man in existence. So, every couple of weeks, when there was nothing new or exciting to watch, you would just rent Dirty Dancing again for you and Eddie. 

You walk into the Family Video looking down at your keys, hitting the lock button twice until you hear the beep of your car. “Hey Robin, anything new to—” You stop in your tracks after looking up and seeing Steve there, muscles practically bulging out of his polo with the way he has his arms folded, instead of Robin, who you were positive was working today. “Where’s Robin? It’s Saturday,” you ask, alluding to the fact that Robin’s set schedule always had her on Saturdays. 

“Stomach bug,” Steve says with a shrug, “what do you need?” 

“Just wanted to see if there was anything new,” you say, walking up to the counter, “but if not, I’ll take Dirty Dancing.” 

“Again?” Steve chuckles, “That’s the third time this month.” 

“Eddie likes it.” 

Steve’s smile falls before he nods and grabs the tape from a pile behind the counter. “Yeah, it’s a good pick and I don’t really have anything new. We don’t get new inventory until next week.” He places the film on the counter and scans it. 

“That’s fine. Dirty Dancing’s our favorite,” you nod, playing with the keys in your hand awkwardly. 

Steve nods and presses a few buttons on the computer. “That’ll be four dollars.” 

You reach into your purse and pull out a five. You had it to him with a tight-lipped smile. “Keep the change.” 

“You sure?” Steve asks, taking the five and putting them in the register. 

“Mhm,” you nod, picking up the tape, “thanks.” 

“No problem.” 

“So, um, bye,” you wave before turning around. 

Steve watches you go, not saying anything until your hand touches the glass. “So, you’re really happy with Eddie?” he asks.

You turned around to face him, hand resting on the glass door. “Yeah, I am,” you nod. 

“That’s good,” Steve says, “I mean, that’s great. It’s wonderful even—I’m happy for you.” 

“Thanks,” you give him a tight-lipped smile. Steve just nods back. “Um, bye” you wave again. 

“Wait,” Steve stops you, coming out from behind the counter to talk to you, “how are, uh, your classes?” 

“We’re still on break,” you say, “but I ended the semester in a good place.” 

“That’s great,” Steve nods, “when do you go back?” 

“Not until next week.” 

“Cool, cool.” 

“Yup.” 

“I still have the loan papers,” Steve says, “if you want them, that is.” 

“Actually, I have thought about it,” you say, “and I think I may have taken your offer the wrong way. So, if it’s okay with you, I think I will accept the money.” 

“Yeah, of course, of course.” Steve nods, “I can drop it off to you after work?”

“Sure,” you nod, “I’ll be at Eddie’s.” 

“Right. So, I guess I’ll see you later?” 

“Mhm. Bye,” you wave again, pressing on the glass your hand had been resting patiently on and opening the door to slip out of.

“Wait,” Steve stops you again, making you turn back into the store with a small huff, “just out of curiosity,” he says, “did you mean what you said? When I dropped you off the other night? Or were you just trying to hurt me?” 

“I don’t know,” you shrug with a sigh. And in truth, you really didn’t know. Of course, you wanted to hurt Steve, but at the end of the day, you couldn’t really bring yourself to paint him as the villain. You’d once thought that nobody could hold a candle to him. Everyone used to pale in comparison. That type of obsessive love doesn’t just go away. “I guess both.” Steve raises his eyebrows prompting you to explain further. “I did want to hurt you, but I guess I also don’t really feel anything.” You started to walk out the door again, before stopping once more and turning back around. “And even if I did,” you went on, “y’know, if I did still have feelings for you, it wouldn’t really matter,” you shook your head, “I’m with Eddie and I really like him. And, you only like me now because you can’t have me.” 

Steve was prepared to protest, but deep down, he knew that his constant switching up was confusing and unfair to you. So he bit his tongue and simply nodded, “Yeah, I’m just glad you’re happy.” 

“You are?” 

“Of course I am, (Y/N).” Steve says sincerely, “We were friends for years before we even started hooking up.”

“Yeah, we were,” you smile, “and we still are, right?” 

“Yeah,” Steve nods, throwing his signature smile right back at you. 

“Cool,” you nod, turning around again, “I’ll see you later?” 

“Yeah, I’ll stop by with the papers.” 

“Okay,” you say, finally slipping out the door and returning to your car. Once you’re settled in the driver's seat, key in the ignition gears set to drive, you look up and see Steve, standing at the window of the Family Video, giving you a final wave. That’s when you start to feel the butterflies again, eating away at your insides. 

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Maybe it's the fact that you’re ovulating, or maybe it’s the fact that Eddie looks so good in his Hell Fire t-shirt and black jeans, or maybe it’s the fact—the very real fact—that you feel guilty for letting Steve Harrington make your heart do leaps again. It doesn't matter the reason though, because it ends with Eddie’s cock pounding into you wildly while you moan wantonly, not unlike those porn stars you’ve seen on those tapes Steve kept in the back room of Family Video. 

“Fuck, Eddie!” you nearly cry at how deep he is. His hands are on your hips, moving you up and down his length. His grunts and groans are muffled as he bites his lips, eyes focused hazily on the way his cock looks entering you. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” 

Your hands are on his biceps, nails digging into him. Your legs are both over his shoulders, forcing his tip to kiss your cervix with each thrust. Eddie obliges, hips slapping loudly into yours. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Fucking perfect pussy,” Eddie pants. You can see the sweat on his brow threatening to seep into his eye. He clenches his eyes shut, “I gotta slow down, fuck, (Y/N), I-I’m gonna cum.” 

“Do it,” you beg, “it’s okay, cum all in me, Eddie. Please please please—” your pleas are cut off by the moan Eddie lets out as his hot cum squirts into you, painting your walls white. 

“Fuck,” Eddie pants, sitting up to let your legs fall off his shoulders. The second he knows he won’t crush you in half, he flops on top of you, laying his sweaty head on your similarly slick chest. “Did you, uh—”

You shook your head, making him frown. “It’s okay though,” you assure him.

“Are you sure?” Eddie asks, “If you give me a few minutes I can keep going.” 

“It’s fine—” You’re cut off by the sound of knocking on the trailer door. 

Eddie groans, but hauls himself off you anyway, dropping to the floor to pick up his clothes to put back on. You sit up and lift your hands over your head to stretch, the position Eddie had you in left a crick in your back.

The knocking comes again as you pull one of Eddie’s t-shirts over your head. “I’m coming!” Eddie yells, fumbling with his pants as he hops down the hall, only one leg in his sweats. You walk in to see Eddie standing with Steve at the door. “Hey, what’s up?” 

“Hey,” Steve says, “just came to drop this off for (Y/N),” he holds out the envelope to you. 

You walk over and take it. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, of course,” Steve nods before turning his attention to Eddie, “are those my sweats? How’d you get them?” 

“These?” Eddie looks down, “No, I got these from (Y/N)’s…place…” he looks over at you, “Are these Steve’s?” 

“Um,” you look down at the sweatpants, now noticing the signature Tommy Hilfiger logo on the waistband. There was no point in denying it—since when did Eddie ever wear name brands? “Yeah, I guess they are.” 

“How did they end up at your house?” Eddie asks. 

“Um,” you look between the boys, trying to find the best way to explain this, “he, uh, left them there.”

“When?” Eddie frowns, looking between you and Steve now. 

“Oh, right,” Steve snaps, “I left them there after we went swimming over the summer. I totally forgot about them. You can keep them tho, Eds. They fit you better anyway,” his smile is tight and forced as he looks at the sweats he used to love to see you in. It hurt him even more, seeing your messy hair and the fact that you didn’t even bother to put pants on, knowing that you and Eddie probably weren’t just laying down to watch Dirty Dancing. And now, Eddie’s wet dick was in his sweatpants.

“Oh, okay. Sorry about that,” Eddie tries to laugh it off, but you can see clear as day the suspicion in his eyes. Steve wasn’t known for his ability to lie. “I can wash ‘em and run them by sometime.” 

“Yeah, sure, don’t stress about it,” Steve says, backing up towards the door, “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye,” you wave as he walks out the door. Eddie closes it behind him before turning back to you. 

“These aren’t from when you went swimming, are they?” He says, motioning down to the sweats. 

“No,” you shake your head, “they aren’t.” You didn’t want to lie to Eddie. It was clear he already didn’t believe Steve’s story, and for you to lie to him would just make it worse. 

Eddie nods before letting out a sigh. “Okay then.” 

“It’s not what you think, though,” you stop Eddie, putting your hand on his chest to stop him from walking past you, “really.” 

“What is it then?” Eddie asks pointedly, pushing away from you.“Because, honestly, it really looks like you’ve been sleeping with him.”

“I’m not,” you say, grabbing his arm, “I swear, Eds. I’d never do that to you.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “I want to believe you, (Y/N), but I just—it would explain why you two have been acting so weird.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Before Steve left for California you guys seemed fine—normal and shit, but the second he comes back, you’re all dark and twisty around him.” Eddie explains, “It makes sense now. You’re trying to seem distant from him so I wouldn’t suspect that you guys are sleeping together.” Eddie has this look on his face—an almost satisfied look as if something just became crystal clear to him and he just cracked a case.

You want to laugh. You really do at Eddie’s poor assessment of the situation. And although you know that it’ll make things worse, you let a little chuckle slip through.

“Oh, so this is funny now?” Eddie scoffs. 

“No, no,” you shake your head, trying to wipe the smile from your face, “you just couldn’t be more wrong.”

“I think you should go.” Eddie tries to pull away. 

“No,” you squeeze his arm tighter, “you’re not even going to hear me out?” 

“What is it then?” Eddie snaps, “Spit it out!”

“I…” you hesitate, “I’m not sleeping with Steve…anymore.”

“But you were?” You nod, tears brimming in your eyes now from Eddie’s harsh tone and the defeated look on his face. “Okay,” Eddie sighs. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

“No—yes—I-I don’t know.” Eddie says, rubbing his face, “I think you should still go.” 

“I’m really sorry,” you try, “but you have to understand, I care about you so much, Eds—”

“But you don’t love me,” Eddie points out. 

“What? H-How could you say that?” 

“You never say it! I’ve said I love you so many times now—you still haven’t even said it back once.” 

“I—”

“(Y/N), I love you. I really do, but I just feel like you’re not there with me.” 

“I am, Eddie,” you assure him, “I am. It just—I’m just taking my time.” 

“Why?” Eddie asks. 

“Because I don’t want to get hurt again.” You admit. 

That’s when it clicks for Eddie. The tears in your eyes now shoot him back to a time, not so long ago, when he saw the same look on your face. The night he played your night in shining armor and took you to get ice cream. The night of your first kiss, when he metaphorically and physically, wiped the tears from your eyes with his affection. 

“It was Steve,” he says knowingly, “Steve was the reason you were crying that night.” 

You nod, tears falling down your cheeks, “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, but he was your friend and I didn’t want to make things weird or something between you two—”

“No, no,” Eddie shushed you and takes you in his arms, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t being fair. You have every right to keep your past relationships to yourself. And Steve—fuck, he’s such an ass for doing that to you, baby.”

“It’s okay,” you sniffle, “really, it’s in the past—”

“It’s not okay,” Eddie shakes his head, “not at all. I’d never hurt you like that.”

“I know,” you nod, cupping Eddie’s face. “but my past relationships don’t matter, Eds,” you say, looking into his eyes and running your thumbs across his cheeks. “I have you and that’s all that matters. I love you. I really do.” 

Eddie squeezes you tighter, “I love you too, (Y/N).” 

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Eddie was acting weird. You assumed it was because of the recent revelation he had discovering your and Steve’s history, so you didn’t question it. He had every right to be a little cold and distant. Besides, when school started back up the two of you were too busy anyway. You didn’t have nearly as much time to spend at Eddie’s trailer, watching movies and having sex. Your second-semester classes kept you more than well-occupied.

But, as the month went by, you had to acknowledge how strange Eddie’s behavior was. He would ignore you for days, and then he’d lovebomb you like crazy. He’s go cold and quiet, right before attaching himself to your hip for hours on end. There were times when you didn’t even know what he was up to, but then there were times when you kind of wished he’d find something else to do, rather than sit there and watch you do homework. 

“Don’t you have school today?” you eye him suspiciously as he follows you to your car. It was Eddie’s final attempt to pass senior year. 

“Well, yeah, but this is my year, baby,” Eddie assures, “I’m getting that diploma.” 

“Not if you skip class, you aren’t,” you raise your eyebrows. 

“Come on,” Eddie whines, “I just wanna spend the day with you.” 

“It’ll be boring,” you warn him, “art history isn’t nearly as riveting as it sounds.”

“You’re the only work of art I need to keep entertained,” Eddie says with a smile.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can spend a day with you like this,” you joke, opening the driver’s side door and getting in. You close the door and roll down the window to say goodbye to Eddie. 

“Please,” Eddie begs, putting his hand on the edge of the opened car window. 

“Eds,” you coo, “go to school. You’re gonna be late.” 

“I told you, babe, I can afford to miss a day.”

“And I told you,” you say with a sympathetic smile, “you need to go to your classes. It’s an important habit to make—colleges won’t be on top of it as much so you really have to take your learning into your own hands.” 

“Yeah, okay,” Edie hangs his head sadly, “can we at least get dinner tonight?” 

“Of course,” you place your hand over his, giving him a gentle squeeze before starting the car, “I’ll be done by three, okay?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. 

“Do you have Hellfire tonight?” 

“Yeah, but I’m gonna let Garth lead,” Eddie says. 

“What? But you never miss,” you frown, “are you sure?” 

“I want to spend more time with you,” Eddie explains. 

“We have all the time in the world, Eds,” you chuckle, “just go to the meeting. I’m sure Dustin would much rather have you as Dungeon Leader or whatever.” 

“Dungeon Master,” Eddie corrects. 

“That’s what I said,” 

“Okay, sure,” Eddie smiles. 

“I gotta get going or I’ll be late,” you sigh. “See you tonight—” Your parting is cut off by Eddie’s lips pressing against yours through the car window. He bends down low, placing his hand on your jaw as he wiggles his tongue past your lips. You pull away with a smile, “that’s one way to say goodbye.” 

“Mhm,” Eddie hums, his head pressed against your forehead. 

“But really, Eds, I gotta go.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie nods sadly. “See ya.” 

You drive off, thinking about the sad look on Eddie’s face you left him with. You can’t possibly understand why Eddie would be so solemn all of the sudden. Of course, you felt bad for not letting him go to class with you, but his education was important. He’d been going on and on all year, even from before the two of you started dating, about how this was his year. Last year’s students all had to repeat the year due to some unforeseen circumstances, and with last year being Eddie’s closest year to getting his diploma, he was determined to get it this year. He was so close he could practically feel the paper in his hands. 

You would have loved to spend the day with Eddie, but you wanted him to stay focused on school as much as he could right now. But that was strange for him, Eddie used to skip out on class all the time. It kind of made sense actually that after not missing a day yet this year, he’d be feeling a little burnout. It was strange, however, how adamant he was about missing Hellfire. He never missed Hellfire. Even when he had food poisoning from eating expired Spaghetti-Os, he still managed to pull himself together by three. He kept a bin by his chair the whole time. 

You spend the whole lecture thinking about Eddie’s strange behavior. The only thing to pull you from your thoughts is a hand tapping your shoulder. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” the girl behind you whispers.

Her name is Chloe. You remember her from high school, as well as the fact that you’d been in the same lecture all year and you even had some projects together. Her dad was the assistant principal of Hawkins.

“Hey, what’s up?” you whisper back with a smile. 

“I just wanted to see if you’d congratulate Eddie for me,” she says, “I mean, a scholarship, that’s a huge deal. My whole family is super proud of him.” 

“A scholarship?” you ask. 

“Yeah,” Chloe nods, “he didn’t tell you about it?” 

“Must’ve slipped his mind,” you shrug off, “but of course, I’ll let him know. Thanks!”

Eddie hadn’t said anything about a scholarship. You were nearing Spring break already and he hadn’t mentioned anything about his plans for after high school. Honestly, you assumed he would just go straight to work like Steve did, or maybe even just go to the community college like you. 

Eddie was a smart guy though, he just lacked the motivation. Hence why it took him multiple times to get through his senior year. It was also the reason why he was sat in his English class, staring at the clock until it was over. 

“Mr. Munson,” his teacher calls from the front of the room, “just because you got into college doesn’t mean you can start goofing off again. Now, can you explain to me Hemingway’s unique style of writing?” 

Eddie twiddles with his pencil, all eyes on him. Nobody expects him to know the answer, and if it were any other year, he’d just shrug and say he doesn’t know. But this year was his year. 

“Hemingway writes in short, straight to the point, sentences. He doesn’t have a lot of dialogue or descriptions in his writing, and most of his works are boring because of this.”

The class snickers at his final comment and even the teacher lets a small smile slip. “Correct,” she says, turning back around to the board, “but next time, please keep your opinions to yourself, no matter how true they might be.”

Eddie nods and turns his attention back to the clock, waiting for the final bell to ring so he can race out of class to see you.

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“So…” you look up from your plate after poking around at your pasta with your fork, “anything new going on with you?” Your subtlety could use some work.

Eddie shrugs. “I got a B on my science project. Same one from last year, but I got a better grade this time.”

“That’s great,” you smile at him. Of course, you were proud of him no matter what, but that wasn’t quite what you were trying to get at. “Is there anything else? Like maybe… anything that has to do with college?” 

Eddie stops cutting up his chicken. All his movements falter for a moment before he shakes his head. “Nope.” 

You drop your fork on your plate with a sigh. “Eddie.” He looks up at you, seeing the warm smile on your face. “I know about the scholarship.” 

“You do? How? I didn’t say anything to anyone—”

“Chloe Barker, the assistant principal's daughter, is in my art history class,” you explain. “Why wouldn’t you tell me? I’m so so proud of you, Eds.” 

“I—I just didn’t want you to be upset,” Eddie lets a breath, “because I’m not accepting it.” 

“What? Why? This is a great opportunity for you—”

“The scholarship is for the University of Washington,” Eddie says, “I—I can’t just leave you.”

You’re taken aback by the news, but overall, you know that you need to be supportive. Eddie could finally get out of this town and start anew. He could finally go somewhere else and start making new friends. He could finally live in a place where he’d e accepted. It would be unfair of you to make this about you. You’d only been dating for a few months—way less than a year. You couldn’t get hurt over this. 

“T-That’s great,” you muster up a bright smile, “really, Eddie. You did it.” You reach for his hand and give it a squeeze. “I’m so proud of you, Eds, and I-I think you should go.”

“But…I’d have to leave.” 

“That’s okay,” you assure him, “I mean, this is your education. It’s your future. You have to do what’s best for you.” 

“Even if it means we aren’t together?” Eddie frowns. 

“We can try long distance,” you offer, though deep down you know it’s a losing battle, “I could come there for the summers and you could come back here for Christmas, o-or we could just call. We’ll call all the time.” 

“I don’t want to leave you,” Eddie shakes his head, “I really really don’t.” 

“I know,” you nod, “I don’t want you to leave either, but you need to do this. Don’t let me keep you here, Eddie. It’s not worth it.”

“You’re worth it.”

“Eddie,” you pull your hand away from him, “you need to go.” 

“But—”

“I love you so much,” you assure him, “I love you because you’re kind and funny and you’re such a good person, Eds. But I also love you because you’re so smart—way more than you ever get credit for. You need to do this for yourself.” 

The tears in Eddie’s eyes shine under the soft lights in Enzo’s. He sniffles, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “It’s four years, (Y/N). What if we can’t do long distance for four years?” 

“Then you’ll find someone else,” you say sadly, “and she’ll be just as good for you as I am.” 

It took convincing, not just from you but from all his friends. It took months of convincing even. Eddie didn’t fully commit until June. That summer was the best of your life though. Maybe it was because you knew your time was limited, so you ended up just appreciating every single moment that much more.

The day you said goodbye to Eddie at the airport was one of the hardest days of your life. 

“Do you have everything?” you ask, walking hand in hand with him to the security station, where you wouldn’t be allowed to pass. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, “I shipped all my clothes there last week, I got my guitar, my albums, my deodorant—I didn’t bring any soap, d’you think they’ll have soap there?” 

“Im sure they’ll have soap there,” you chuckle as you approach security. You stop and give Eddie’s hand a squeeze, “so… this is as far as I can go.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, looking down at your intertwined fingers. The melancholy look on his face was not missed by you. He wore it ever since he said goodbye to everyone at Steve’s house. His last going-away party was bittersweet, to say the least. 

“Hey,” you brought a hand to his chin, urging him to look at you, “you’ll be okay.” 

“I know, I’m just gonna miss you.” 

“I’ll miss you too,” you smiled sadly, “so much, but this is good for you.” 

“I hate change.” 

“This is good change,” you promised him, “you’ll love it.” 

“Not loving it so much right now,” Eddie chuckled sadly, tears glistening in his eye.  

“Yeah, me neither.” You admitted, wiping the stray tears from his cheeks. 

“Boarding for flight 271 to Seattle, Washington will begin in ten minutes.” 

“That’s you,” you say, playing with the strings on Eddie’s hoodie. He nods but makes no effort to remove himself from you. “You’ll call me when you land?” 

“Mhm,” he hums, knowing that if he tried to talk it’d only come out in a broken sob. 

“Okay,” you nod, tears making their way to your eyes now as well. “Give me a kiss before you go.” 

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, pulling you in and smashing his mouth against yours. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was trying to consume you—in a way, he was. In fact, he had. He had consumed you, mind, body, and soul. He took your broken heart and mended it himself. He stitched up each piece every so carefully, taking care so as to not hurt you further. He was everything you could have ever asked for in a person. And for a time, he was yours.

“Eddie,” you pulled away, tears sticky on your cheeks, “you have to go.” 

He nods, walking away, keeping your hand in his. Only when you are an arm's length away and he can no longer hold you, does he let go. He doesn’t even look back.

You walk back to your car with your head hung low. You could still feel the ghost of Eddie’s lips on your own. 

“Hey,” a voice pulls you out of your stupor. You look up to see Steve, leaning against your car.

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“Eddie asked me to make sure you got home okay.” 

“He did?” 

Steve opens the car door for you. “Yeah, he figured you be too sad to drive.”

You chuckle, hopping into the passenger seat. “Yeah, I am. Thanks.”  

“Don’t mention it,” Steve says, shutting the door before getting into the driver's side. 

The car ride is silent, save for Steve tapping on the steering wheel at every red light. You look out the window and watch the scenery whizz by on the freeway until you see the familiar Hawkins exit sign. 

“Want to grab a burger?” Steve asks. 

“Yeah, that’d be really great actually.” 

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A/N: that’s it for this mini series/three-shot! the ending is kind of open for interpretation... maybe reader ends up back in steve’s arms while eddie is away, or maybe she ends up moving to washington to be with him... that’s completely up to you! i had so much fun writing this little story and i definitely will be dipping my feet into the more stranger things fics! also... for those in the comments asking to join the taglist... please click the link provided in my taglist reblog! it has certain specifications you need to make to make sure you get on the correct list!

[some-beans]

Hi! Okay can I request a Twisted Wonderland X Stitch!fem! Reader? Basically the reader is a female Stitch(experiment 626 also has human form) I can just already imagine the chaos she would bring being able to switch from her human form to her fluffy alien form.

le gasp !! my first request !!

that's not a problem !!

sorry if it took a while to come out ^-^

✎...pairing: twisted wonderland x stitch!fem!reader

✎...themes: chaos, general tomfoolery, can be seen as

platonic or romantic, ace slander [affectionately]

✎...enjoy !!

✎...notes: can you tell which characters are my favourite

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄

what in the great seven?!

iー

praying for riddle fr

but besides the fact that you like to cause mayhem, especially in your alien form, he finds your. . . habits are interesting, to say the least

from dressing up as this so-called elvis presley guy and playing the ukulele to consuming a concerning amount of coconut cake and coffee

seriously, how do you survive??

he does watch his temper as the absolute discord you cause breaks multiple of the queen of heart's rules

help this short boi

well, at least he does find your adorable alien form ー it reminds him of hedgehogs

and yes, you do weaponise your cuteness from stopping him from collaring you and other students ー mainly ace and deuce

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘

another one growing grey hairs

however, unlike jamil, trey sees this chaotic energy similar to his younger siblings so it's easy to get you to stop

a.k.a bribing you with his baking

his coconut cake is your favourite and you would kill for a slice

he always makes sure you brush your teeth

always

besides baking for you, his favourite thing to do with you is to cuddle you after a long day ー either form is fine with him, so whatever makes you comfortable

trey also thinks your enthusiasm is like a breath of fresh air at nrc

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

photos

constantly

albeit selfies or pictures of just you, cater has a whole ass folder in his phone for them

but those are his eyes only ー is it for blackmail?? who knows

he loves to cuddle with you in your alien form and post it as if you were some ultra-rare teddy he managed to get

nope, you're real

he loves to dress your alien form intro costumes and do photoshoots

he has a whole ass lighting and set-up for this

𝐀𝐂𝐄

this man giggled like a menace when he saw the potential of pissing off riddle with you

redhead behaviour

uses you as a scapegoat a lot, especially from riddle

however, you notice this and leave him to suffer unless it's serious

he learned his lesson real quick with that

𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄

this poor himbo

confused on so many levels as he tries not to make sure you don't get in trouble

newsflash; he ends up joining you anyway

as being the embodiment of chaos, deuce did not expect you to be very cuddly and protective

like, some upperclassmen were harassing him, which would be able to deal with, but you came in your alien form extra arms and all and latched onto their faces

safe to say nobody messes with him anymore

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀

at first, he didn't give two shits about this blue alien that tried to bother him in his sleep ー it was too easy to swat it away

but when you transformed into your human form, leona could swear he heard his sister-law and mother scream for high hell for the blatant disrespect he showed you

lowkey almost shat himself

so to make up for his behaviour, leona would allow you to get all your energy out of your system ー a blur of blue would zip past him as he lazed

despite his lazy and not giving a fuck nature, he very much gives a fuck if anyone tries to disrespect you

finna turn them into sand real quick

𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄

partner in crime and 4lifers <3

you two cause so much chaos ー with his unique magic your ability to escape in your alien form is chef's kiss

you two steel a lot of food together

like, a lot

ungodly amounts of food

ruggie also likes the fact that you're really family oriented you would go to great lengths if it meant they were happy

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊

to jack, you first reminded him of his younger siblings with how hyper you could be at times

but then he realised that you were not

especially when he heard you cuss out another student for trying to look up your skirt

jack also paid them a visit

he won't admit it ー his tail does that just fine ー but he loves when you cuddle up to him in your alien form, especially when it's his tail

𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋

he tried to create a contract once after you straight up almost destroy his lounge but asked him for a favour;

azul: WHAT? After all, you put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? JUST LIKE THAT?

you: [alien language] ih

azul: fine!

jade: "fine"? you're doing what she says?

azul: she's very persuasive!

met you in your human form and was flustered obviously, but still kept his professional air around him

but that crumbled when you smiled duh

however because you are a woman, azul was actually very stand-offish and lowkey afraid, considering female octopi tend to be on the violent side

a.k.a committing murder but we don't talk about that

essentially he does try to form other contracts with you but you're big brain and don't sign them unless the terms are in your favour

𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄

he loves to study you

like you're a mushroom or something

your chaotic behaviour reminds him of floyd, especially when they were kids

jade loves it when you join him on his mountain hikes and easily talk your head off while doing so

lowkey, but not really, a babysitter when you and floyd are together ー however, he may instigate some of the chaos you two cause

lol pray for the rest of nrc

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃

you + floyd = nrc possibly burning down

but honestly

he loves it ー from the chaos you bring to the fact you can transform

expect constant squeezes from ー alien or human forms regardless

lowkey gets pouty when you escape his grasp by transforming and zooming away

lowkey reminding him when was smol child

but you're not a child

he calls you shrimpy of course, but also angelfish after the asfur angelfish cuz ya a blue lil alien too

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐀

𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌

both of you together = maximum chaos

praying for jamil and the rest of nrc

magic carpet rides whenever he manages to lose jamil

i could see kalim easily dropping big-time money on whatever your little chaotic heart desires

kalim adores both forms of yours and just loves to spend time with you regardless of what's happening

likes the fact that you don't treat him differently based on his wealth and status makes him very happy

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋

he's getting grey hairs as we speak

please save this man /srs

despite the shit he has to go through when looking after kalim, he was ready to commit crimes when you showed up

almost had a mental breakdown

however, once he saw that fact you were practically indestructible, a weight lifted off his chest as he didn't really have to worry about you injuring yourself

but still doesn't mean he looks out for you ー considering you are the only girl in an all-boys school

𝐏𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐄

𝐕𝐈𝐋

iー

how much mess can you make??

it both surprises and annoys him greatly

though, the one thing he does appreciate is that fact you know the ins and outs of performing for a camera

and can be surprisingly still when needed

he does enjoy doing your make-up when you allow it, which makes him giddy on the inside

don't tell him i told y'all that

similar to cater, he too loves to dress you up regardless of form ー he also sometimes tries to get you on some of his shoots so he doesn't have to work with neige

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊

he finds you fascinating

but also one of the hardest things to hunt

so he finally found something he has trouble tracking down

calls you reine du chaos [ queen of chaos ] or reine du moelleux [ queen of fluffiness ] ー yes, i am using google translate, please don't bite me

sometimes you'll come up to him, and stare blankly before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, then transforming and zooming off

his eyes widen before he swoons and chases after you

𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐋

you truly bring out the rebel in him

shit eatin' grin on his face

especially when you get on vil's nerves

he be eatin' that shit up like macarons

however, when you're in your alien form and speaking, epel gets so frustrated but realises this must be how vil feels when his accent slips through while using slung

lmao, get a taste of your own medicine <3

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄

𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀

um??

how the fuck did you even get into my dorm??

legit the epitome of your relationship with him ^^

no matter how updated his security you always somehow managed to get into his dorm room

he actually first meet you in your adorable, blue alien form, so imagine his surprise when he sees you in his room but as a hot anime girl

he fainted

what shoes he got on??

dead as hell

after getting over his social anxiety ass, idia lowkey highkey wants to study you, but when he mentions it, you lowkey highkey threaten to destroy his work

he shut up real quick

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒

he is bewildered

astounded, to say the least

like lilia, he has never come across an individual such as yourself

malleus loves the seamless amounts of energy you harbour as it allows him to hold long night walks with you

you often exchange stories with each other ー mostly your stupid ones

he noticed that when you get affectionate you either act like a hyperactive dog or cat doing the smoosh a.k.a rubbing against something

he's very fond of the smoosh

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

never in his long ass life has he met an individual such as yourself

so fucking curious

and gets so excited when you managed to eat his cooking without almost dying

turns out, you're quite the indestructible being and the same goes for your stomach

similar to malleus, you two share stories, however, it's more of your stories from back home from when you were created

that's why he was impressed when you could out-think rook

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

confusion

100%

like, he went to sleep with you as a human and he wakes up to find you've been replaced with a fluffy, blue alien ー spoiler alert, it was you

lowkey panicked but calmed down when you poofed back and giggled at his confused face

whenever he falls asleep in your dorm, instantly cuddle time in any form

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊

screamed the roof down when he first saw you because you managed to sneak up on him and started to speak your gibberish

screamed bloody murder he did

massive blush ー from anger or embarrassment, you can decide ー as he shouts at you

you just poof back into your human form, which shut him up

you could hear the blue screen of death playing in his head

does chase you around but eventually loses you cuz no one can catch you <3

[lonleydweller]

Yandere Drayton with someone who works at his gas station, can you imagine the potential?!

-🔪

Sorry for the two asks in a row.

🥀Yandere Drayton Sawyer with worker darling🥀

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!Warnings!: yandere trope, obsession, forced "relationship", slight power imbalance, kidnapping, cannibalism, murder

Yanderes are OK to enjoy in fiction. They should stay fiction. They are not examples of healthy relationships. These behaviors are NOT okay in real life. They are horrid. This is for entertainment purposes

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● You poor soul. You needed a job, living in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. This was probably the only place nearby. By some miracle Drayton put up a help wanted poster. A sloppily made one, like the rest of the dingey gas station.

● Either he managed to pull his head out of his ass and admit he needed help running the place, or maybe he just wanted a new, guaranteed victim to serve up. Who knows. Whatever the intent originally was, warped into something much worse.

● When he's giving you instructions or shooing you away from something, there's barely any conversation. Until one of you gets bored of the akward silence. Just short mundane talks about the weather, a rowdy costumer that just left, whatever else you can dig out of the dirt. Those conversations grow longer as you stay working. Then Drayton starts to develop just a bit of a sentimental attachment to you, and he loathes it.

● Him? Love? Eugh. Relationships were a fools game. A joke! He had better things to do. Mouths to feed. A household to poorly "run". He couldn't be spending time fooling around. Relationships certainly aren't a common, or healthy thing in the sawyer household.

● Although we have no insight into grandpa's relationship with grandma, nor whoever the sawyers parent were, if they were ever present. It's clear by the whole tyraid he goes off on when Bubba is found with stretch, it's not an encouraged thing. Not to mention he's a full grown man who can't even spell the word sex right.

● Begrudgingly it builds more.. he starts to admit to himself that It's nice to have company that aren't his buffoon brothers. You weren't a hungry, destructive, cruel killer. You were just.. an innocent average person. He tries to start more conversations. You got any siblings..? He has some. Food? Food's something folks can always bond over. Jittery and uncoordinated like a pathetic school boy.

● It's unlikely of Drayton to ask you out, I mean, where would even go? Nearest town is at least a forty minute drive more than likely. Waste of gas. He surely couldn't bring you to his household either, with the state of the place and his brothers? Not a good impression. The blood stains and smell of death as well.

● Yet he still gets jealous with friendly customers, or friends, period. Grumbling under his breath. Those poor people then are put on the menu for him and his brothers. Making the small town, just a bit smaller. A handful of missing posters standing in the place of the person that used to walk those streets.

● Next day at work, he's offering you some of his famous BBQ. In a little neat container or bag, it smells funny, and he's oddly incessant on you eating it. Maybe you do, maybe you don't. You wouldn't want to be rude to the man who writes your paychecks would you?

● Worst case scenario? You let it slip to Drayton you plan to quit. Worse if you're moving too. It pushes him over the edge. He wasn't planning on kidnapping you before, yet he might just. Beating you with a broom into unconscious, dragging you into the passenger seat of his beat up truck.

● It's best you leave while you can. Don't show up for work. Don't tell him you're leaving. Simply leave.

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@helpfandom

[factorialsotherfandoms]

*checks my to write list*

*sees this wasn't even sort of on it*

God fucking damnit again???

Spoilers up to and including the end of OPC. Everyone feels a bit off, but this conversation will do that to you. And just dialogue because brain is *weird*. I'm not really sure if this is anything much to at all, it's just... in my head. And unlike other things in my head I was allowed to type it by the brain and hands.

"You're early."

"Just finished a debrief, thought I'd swing by and steal your coffee rather than buying one."

"Sucks to be you, we don't keep coffee in the house. I can't drink it anymore, and Rubens..."

"My God, he had some in Rome, he was a mess. Dante was fretting for /hours/."

"Yeah, sounds about right. We got stuck at a coffee shop a while back, and it was real funny."

"Speaking of Rubinho, where is he?"

"Went to get groceries."

"Isn't Ivete doing that for you guys?"

"I think he misses the outside."

"Rubens? Missing the outside?"

"It's more likely than you think. We spent... A long time indoors, you know?"

"... He never really said any details. Didn't have the heart to press it, still don't really."

"Yeah... Yeah it... What it did to me wasn't even the worst of it."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

"..."

"..."

"... It's just us, isn't it?"

"Who else would even be here?"

"No, I mean... Do you remember me?"

"... No? I don't... Look, my memory's still a bit fried. Everything's still a bit fried. You're going to have to help me here."

"We met at an Indian buffet, if that helps."

"How would that- Ah. Ah right. I guess... Which were you? You don't really act like any of them."

"Fire-axe and shield?"

"Seriously? Damn, you've changed."

"Fifteen years'll do it. Don't even use those any more, got a bigger axe now."

"No but, seriously. Verissimo?"

"Yeah, I know right. Sorry I was kinda an ass?"

"Weren't we all?"

"To you, I mean. I just... I realised, I think, that it's not worth it. Being angry."

"Over some things it is. I learnt that, too."

"Life's gonna hurt anyway. Why make it worse? Why not enjoy what we can?"

"What, no more wrestling blood zombies while rifle swears because it means he can't hit it, you jump in and help me beat it to death while calling me a 'fucking idiot', and the Captain accidentally stabs me in the face trying to assist?"

"Oh, no, I jump in now. Gotta keep it off the others, you know?"

"See! I always told you I was right! ... Fuck, the others... I don't... Shit, do you know...?"

"... I said it's just us, didn't I?"

"Fuck. Fuck, shit, did they at least...?"

"No. Not even that."

"Fuck! ... Fuck, sorry just..."

"It's fine. Take a minute. Just because I decided to be happy doesn't mean it can't suck, you know?"

"Yeah just... Do you know what happened?"

"They got possessed - both of them. Separately. First was the captain, then him with the rifle. Don't really know what happened to the second, but... Our last day in Rome? Had to fight him. Or, what's within him. That shit ain't human anymore. Kian, the first occultist. Four thousand years old and would kill everyone to erase the paranormal. Tried talking to him but... Well, pretty sure he's gone."

"... The guy who nearly killed Rubens?"

"And did kill Joui, yeah."

"... Fuck."

"Yeah, yeah it was... I was so scared. I thought... I thought he'd done it, you know? Snapped Rubens' neck."

"How bad was it? He... He won't tell me."

"It... It was bad. You'd have to ask Dante, maybe Arthur. They got him first aid and back on his feet, but he was shaky and wheezing for a good bit."

"..."

"It's okay. He's safe now."

"For how long? He's not... We're just sending them to die, aren't we? And here I am, stuck in this fucking-"

"Hey! Hey none of that, you're just healing up. You'll work it out, or you'll work something else out. People always do."

"If I'd just-"

"Have you seen Rubens' scar? If you'd just, he'd have just killed both of you."

"I could have found a way. We could have found a way. If I'd just been a bit more prepared, Rubens /said/ there was something fishy about the lead but it'd been so long and-"

"And he would have got you anyway. He's... Rubens did tell you, right?"

"Antonio. I love Rubens, I love him more than anyone else in his fucking world, but he doesn't tell anyone /shit/."

"I would have thought...?"

"It's been over a year. He said a lot happened, the Collesium was run by the Host. That you got trapped in more games, and that you made it so he can't hurt people again. Other bits, but the Order won't tell me about active problems until I'm cleared for work. I can't say I'm not curious but I know what he's like and I know his nightmares. It's enough to know it's over, yeah? Can breathe and deal with other shit. Like physio. I know it's important but I hate physio. Would take a blood zombie over physio any day. Maybe even a death game. Just one though. And I get to bring a grenade."

"Sure, sure. Just..."

"I'm not gonna like what you're about to say, am I?"

"You're really not."

"Well, damn, let me just get a bit more comfortable."

"Good?"

"Absolute dogshit but we can start."

"Arnaldo - our Captain - became the Host."

"..."

"... Johnny?"

"... I see."

"It's why he... Well..."

"It explains a lot. It explains so fucking much. But fuck I didn't think... I didn't..."

"Nobody did."

"Was he...?"

"It wasn't him anymore. It had his memories, but... It wasn't him. Not anymore."

"You killed him?"

"We killed him."

"Good."

"... The item that did it. It's in the safe. One of the relics we're going after."

"So, what, it can come back?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's not... your neck?"

"... Yeah."

"How bad?"

"You'd have to get it from Rubens - he was the one treating me when I woke up."

"He has nightmares about that. I just didn't know..."

"Well, now you do."

"..."

"But hey! What a trio we make? All three of us scarred up by the same guy."

"We could make a club."

"What? Us and Arthur? Maybe we should, he could use a break sometimes."

"'Fucked up by the Host' club sure we could- Oh hey Rubens, how was town?"

"..."

"I'm fine, we're all good. Balu just got here early."

"We were just chatting."

"You're crying."

"I was just telling Johnny about what happened to our team. From... Back then."

"I'm fine, Rubens. Balu can help you put stuff away."

"Hey!"

"Well I'm injured, and we're still got an appointment to get to. So! Go make yourself useful. Chop chop!"

"Laughing! You're laughing at me! Rubinho how could you!"

"Get your ass in that kitchen, Balu!"

"I'm going, I'm going, but I'm still stealing you coffee!"

"We still don't have any!"

"Next time, then!"