#the way i’ve been handling this course like ?? uh oh will i ever have the audacity to step a foot to my campus ever again lol

[why-the-heck-not]

hate hate hate the feeling of turning in a part of an assignment and being hella embarrased abt how it is :3 like, feeling someone’s just gonna email me like ”hey?? what the fuck ??? what are u doing here this is garbage” like yeah dude i dont know what to tell you, things did not go well this week

[soulofapatrick]

Amortentia - Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: You brew Amortentia and it leads somewhere you didn't ever expect Words: 1.7k Warnings: none really Notes: I am alive I promise, been really busy as we're getting ready to move house

Y/N’s POV

Amortentia. The most powerful love potion in the world. The way many people find their partners in Hogwarts and the most exciting class of the year. Everyone is buzzing around, whispering and giggling with their friends about the vial sat on Professor Slughorn’s desk, left completely unguarded. I take on glance at the shimmering blue liquid and cringe a little before finding the closest seat to the door, throwing my bag on the floor after pulling out the Potions book. 

“Hey Y/N,” Harry slides into the seat beside me with his signature unruly black hair and this bright green eyes that seem to hold a hint of mischief and determination, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. He wears his Gryffindor uniform somewhat neatly, his tie slightly askew adding to this charm.

Ron isn’t far behind, grumbling about the upcoming lesson. His fiery red hair is as untameable as ever, and his freckled face displaying nothing but annoyance as he throws his arms over mine and Harry’s shoulders and letting his knees buckle while pretending to swoon, “Oh Theodore, my love, it youuuuuu-“ 

“Oh shut up!” I push his arm off my shoulders and he falls with a cry of surprise, Harry trying to catch him but ending up letting Ron fall to snigger behind his hand, “You’re probably going to fall head over heels for Snape… oh Snape, oh how I love thee Sn-“ 

“Alright, let’s begin this lesson shall we?” Professor Slughorn comes breezing in, not as well as Snape as he’s just too happy for that. Ron squeezes my shoulder before he slinks off to sit in one of the only spaces next to Neville who looks like he would rather be anywhere else. 

As the lesson commences, Slughorn goes over the instructions and safety precautions for handling Amortentia. The excitement in the room is palpable as we prepare to brew the potent love potion. The air is filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, but I find myself feeling grateful for Harry taking over, using his special edition of the potions book that is full of scribbles and notes presumably making the potion better. The simmering cauldrons and swirling concoctions coming together creates an almost enchanting atmosphere, the scents in the air shifting and blending, giving the room an ethereal quality. 

A figure appears over my shoulder, surprise and curiosity coursing through my veins when I recognise that familiar scent of oranges, honeycomb and something darker like amber which can mean only one thing: Theodore Nott is standing behind me. His calm and composed demeanour a little intimidating as I don’t think I’ve ever seen him actually smile more than a very small lift of the corner of his lips. Oh his lips, so plump and flush and-

“How’s the potion going Mouse? Have you blown up-“ He stops abruptly, leaving forwards over my shoulder and taking a very deep breath, causing me to stumble a little over the response I was trying to formulate. His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down my spine at the nickname he calls me. 

“Um, it’s, uh, it’s coming along.” I manage to stammer rout, feeling my cheeks heat up, “Haven’t blown anything up… yet.” 

Theodore’s lips quirk upward ever so slightly, and I catch a glimpse of what could be a hint of amusement. He leans in a little closer, and I can feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, sending more shivers down my spine, but it’s a delicious kind nervousness, a feeling I can’t quite put into words. Before I can fully process the situation, Theodore buries his nose in the crook of my neck, taking a deep breath. My heart pounds in my chest so loud I’m sure Ron can hear it from across the room, and time seems to slow down. The scents of oranges, honeycomb and amber envelops us, creating an intimate and intoxicating moment. 

I can hardly believe that Theodore, the stoic and straight-faced Slytherin, is here, so close to me, and that he’s showing this level of vulnerability. His actions are unexpected but oh so incredibly thrilling. I dare to steal a glance at his face, and I’m met with a sight I’ve never seen before - a softness in his expression, a hint of something more than his usual guarded demeanour. It’s as if he’s letting down his walls, revealing a side of himself he rarely shows to anyone. 

My heart races, and I find myself yearning for more of this closeness, more of this connection. It’s like a spell has been cast, and I’m under Theodore’s enchantment. The excitement and nervousness intertwine, and I feel a sense of wonder at the unexpected turn of events, how close he is to me. I can feel his breath ghosting over my lips, knowing that I could just lean forwards ever so slightly and close the near non-existence space between us. The smell of oranges, honeycomb and amber suddenly gets so intense I have to grab the edge of the table and Theodore’s forearm. 

“Aha! We did it!” Harry exclaims, breaking the moment and has Theodore pulling back. Theodore’s eyes meet mine, and I see a spark of something familiar and yet different. The air between us crackles with unspoken words, emotions swirling around us like the brewing potions in the classroom.

“Oh god.” I choke out and I think Theodore actually smiles for the first time, the corner of his lips tilting up into more of a smile than he’s ever shown before, “Wh-what do you smell Teddy?”

He leans in once more, his nose brushing against my collarbone and neck. His closeness sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. And then, he presses a soft, gentle kiss to my jaw, sending shockwaves of sensation through me. It’s a sweet, tender touch that leaves me breathless. 

“You.” He whispers, his voice barely audible,  but the impact of his words reverberates within me. The world seems to stand still, and my heart swells with emotion. 

Theodore Tiberius Nott, the guarded and enigmatic Slytherin, had just confessed, in his own subtle way, that he feels something for me. My cheeks flush with a. Mixture of excitement and disbelief. It’s a moment I never thought I’d experience - being so close to Theodore, sharing this intimate connection, and hearing him express his feelings in such a heartfelt manner. In the heart-stopping moment, I can see the turmoil of emotions playing across his face. His eyes meet mine with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. And then, without warning, he mumbles a single phrase that sets my heart racing even faster. 

“Fuck it,” he whispers, and before I can process his intent, his hand cups my jaw, and he draws me up into a kiss. It’s a surprise, but the moment our lips meet, it’s as if everything falls into place. 

The kiss is soft yet intense, filled with all the emotions that words can’t express. It feels like an explosion of passion and longing, an unspoken confession that’s now imprinted on our lips. Theodore’s lips are warm and inviting, and I respond with equal fervour, my heart soaring with joy and disbelief. Time seems to stand still, and the air crackles with the intensity of our shared emotions. It's a kiss that speaks volumes, a revelation of hidden desires and unspoken feelings. All the walls Theodore had erected to guard his heart have crumbled, and in this magical moment, he bares himself to me in the most intimate way. 

Just as the world around us seems to disappear in the enchantment of the moment, reality crashes back in with an unexpected interruption. Ron, being the protective and ever-observant twin brother, appears out of nowhere and is shoving Theodore away from me. 

“Hey! That’s my sister!” Ron’s voice is filled with shock and indignation, “You can’t just go around kissing my sister!” 

“Ron!” I can’t help but practically facepalm at him as he’s… he’s being Ron, “Shove off,” I reach around Ron and manage to get a grip on Theodore’s sleeve enough to pull him back over to me. Ron's protectiveness is well-intentioned, but I can't let it ruin the magical moment that Theodore and I just shared. 

“I’m not… She’s safe with me, I promise.” Theodore's words are reassuring, and I can see the sincerity in his eyes as he speaks. Despite his usual stoic demeanour, there's a tenderness in his touch as he holds my hand, a silent declaration of his feelings for me. 

“I trust him.” I say firmly, giving my brother a pleading look. Ron just looks torn for a moment, clearly struggling between his protective instincts and his trust in me. But then, he takes a deep breath and nods reluctantly. 

“Fine.” His says, his voice gruff but accepting, “But if he hurts you in any way, he’ll have me to deal with.” Ron eyes him warily but eventually takes a step back, giving us some space. ”Just remember, Y/N, he's a Slytherin," Ron says, his protective tone still evident.

"He's more than just his house," I reply, trying to convey the depth of my feelings for Theodore.

Ron studies me for a moment before he finally relents. ”Fine," he says, "But don't say I didn't warn you.”

With that, Ron turns and walks away, leaving Theodore and me standing there, still holding hands. I let out a sigh of relief, grateful that Ron didn't push the matter further. 

“Ahhhh young love.” Slughorn’s voice floats across the room , filled with warmth and nostalgia, and I do the only thing I can: bury my face in Theodore’s sweater, feeling a laugh rumble in his chest. 

“Indeed.” Theodore says, his voice laced with amusement as he wraps his arms around me in a gentle embrace. Slughorn giving us an indulgent smile before continuing with the class. The room seeming to take on a different atmosphere now, one that’s tinged with a newfound sweetness and magic. The shimmering cauldrons and swirling potions seem to mirror the emotions swirling within me, and I can’t help but realise how cliche this is. Expressing our feelings for each other during the lesson on amortentia… 

“I’ll wait for you after class.” Theodore murmurs, kissing my forehead then my cheek before untangling himself from my embrace before heading back to his seat next to a predictably sneering Draco Malfoy. 

“What just happened?’ I ask Harry, a little dazed still, his green eyes sparkling with amusement. 

“I’m not actually sure.” 

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He Chose You (Pt. 8)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer chooses you to be the mother of his child. Rated E.

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The illness persists in the weight of your skin over your bones yet the loss of actual muscle and fat that turn you skeletal. Your legs become bow-like and pain radiates just above your hairline. Your vision crackles with scattered flashes of black dots, and you drink like a man lost in the desert. 

Only foods that are red stay down, and even then you only nibble at peppers and plug your nose at the raw meat you stuff in your mouth. You feel the sunlight outside your window when you open it up and stick your hand through, as walking out of your apartment is a chore you can only handle once a week at most. 

Once a homebody, reclusive out of necessity and exhaustion from simple interactions, you now live for Lucifer’s chatter. His presence abates your fever, physically and emotionally. The dependence on him, as sweet as he appears, makes you itch inside. 

Everything is terrible, you tell yourself at least once per day, as the illness persists. 

But if Lucifer is good at anything, it’s providing you with distractions from the ever-present suffering.

—

The sounds you made put the Angelic Choir to shame. 

“Lucifer, don’t say that!”

The King of Hell’s laugh was muffled as he stayed buried in your cunt. The memory of you being so flustered was almost just as sweet. 

He eyed your tightly screwed expression just over your growing belly, and felt gratified at his idea to have you propped up by pillows from head to hips. With the boost, Lucifer could watch you enjoy yourself and remain comfortable. 

Let him feel the springs of your mattress dig into his knees and stomach. They were secondary to the pain of his own hardness straining in his slacks. 

A keen from you, and the feeling of your nails as they raked through his hair and over his scalp, had Lucifer moaning. His eyes rolled back, momentarily blinded by euphoria. 

“Ooh!” 

Eyes snapping open, Lucifer lifted himself from the bed quickly. His tongue slipped out of you, dripping onto the sheets when he was mindless to reeling it back in.

“Why’d you stop?” Your whine between quick pants made him blink.

One eye at a time. 

“I thought I hurt you.” He smiled, sheepishly, once his tongue was back in his mouth. 

His mauve-lids and golden lashes fluttered when you wiped the slick from his chin. There was no missing the color that had returned to your cheeks with all the exertion he was putting you through, and he felt a swell of pride at being able to breathe life back into you. So to speak. 

“Heaven help me.” You said, sarcastically. 

Breathlessly.

The Devil’s hips jerked when your hand rose to grip a fistful of his blond hair. You manually lowered him back between your legs, heedless to the way his entire frame shivered.

— 

‘I think I… I think I’m in love with her.’ Lucifer looked so earnest, meeting the glow of Ozzie’s stare. 

The Sin clucked a tongue in his King’s direction, shaking his head. ‘Well, don’t tell her that. You’re gonna scare her away, man.’ 

—

Lucifer watched you fall apart from just his tongue (its length and width being inhuman notwithstanding). 

You were so beautiful like this. Legs shaking, body spasming, letting go.

‘I love you.’ 

Man’s (alleged) Greatest Enemy could just barely contain himself. 

‘I love you I love you I love you’ 

—

Lucifer brings you another scroll one sunny day, and you find it riddled with names. 

“I’ve been thinking about what to call him or her, so I made a list! …Kinda, sorta during a meeting… whatever, it wasn’t that important!” 

Oh, you could see that. 

“Do you like any of them? Which are your favorites? No! Gimme your top 5!” His jubilation is so innocent, but something inside you hitches. 

“Does it actually matter what I think?” You chuckled. 

“Of course it does!” He cried. “You’re the mo— uh… you’re putting in most of the work!”

The weak save went unchallenged. You were already circling names, likening the process to navigating a minefield as you looked through a long line of names you couldn’t even pronounce or read. 

‘Ehb 

Horus

Azor 

Carlton’

“What about a girl?” Lucifer asked out of the blue. 

Your head cocked to the side as you realized your picks had been relegated to just one side of the endless list. That he’d written down names for boys and for girls struck you as odd. 

 “You think it’ll be a girl?” 

Lucifer looked at you with a curious gaze. “Could be, couldn’t it?”

After a moment, you shrugged. “I guess so…” 

The King’s confusion crinkled around his eyes and caused an uncanny few lines in his otherwise perfect forehead. You flick the pen at him teasingly to wipe the look from his face.

You write a few names down, and watch with a smirk as his frown turns upside down. 

‘Adrienne 

Charlotte

Maleficent’

You ignored the painful thought that this was a pointless endeavor. Naming a dead thing.

—

With eyebrows raised, you sat waiting dutifully, hands clasped over your stomach while he rummaged through the box. 

“Aha!” He pulled out two red objects, one in each hand, and knee’d the chest out of the way to present them to you.

“Surprise!”

Two remarkably crafted stuffed animals were set before you on the couch cushion. 

Goats. 

It took you a second to place them, staring at their intricate appearances — covered in fluffy red fur from head to cloven hoof, with large yellow eyes and tiny red smiles stitched on their stark white muzzles. 

Shiny, metallic-looking horns curled over the curvature of their little heads, tips almost touching the tiny approximations of wings protruding from their backs. You noticed that the little wings were also sticking out of the backs of their tiny tuxedo suits; solid black to further contrast their Luciferean color schemes. 

An uncharacteristically high-pitched squeal escaped you. 

Damn these hormones. You internally chastised yourself while reaching out to finger at the detailed plushies. 

“They’re so cute!” You admired the unbelievable softness of one’s fur, hand overlapping with Lucifer’s as you turned it this way and that. His grin was so wide in your peripheral vision as he soaked up your fawning.

“Aren’t they?!” Lucifer squealed along with you. “They’re twins! But see this one has lighter fur and this one has sharper eyes. I tried to give them little differences so they had some individuality.” 

“Michael and I looked so similar in the Beginning, a ton of people always got us mixed up. Sometimes it was fun, but I got tired of hearing him bitch about it after the first couple centuries.”

A more serene countenance overtook your counterpart, with his line of sight drifting off to the floor beside you. Lost in thought. Or perhaps reminiscing. 

“Michael?” You asked gently. 

“My brother.” Lucifer replied. 

“Ohh, I think I remember… is he a Prince of Hell too?” 

The formerly Divine man frowned. “… No. Not him.”

A shadow fell over you both, distant sadness suffusing the air. You reached for him instantly, only for Lucifer to switch on like a lightbulb and grin manically. 

“Oh well! Who knows, maybe he took Dad’s side just to make sure no one ever confused us for each other ever again!” 

You pulled away. “… right.” 

Lucifer shook his head after a glance in your direction. 

“Um, so, I was thinking…” He began. “Maybe we give one to the baby an-nd… one could stay here… with you…” 

There was no hiding the confusion that crossed your face. 

You ‘tsk’ed. “You wanna deny the baby half this cuteness?” 

In response, Lucifer tittered, still adamant on looking around the room instead of meeting your gaze head on. “Hah, no. I was thinking that, maybe, we could keep one of them here and… and then they could reunite every time the baby and I… or just the baby… visit…”

Slow realization made your already weak constitution roil. 

Perhaps, if you’d been yourself and not the hollow shell of a person you’d become while pregnant, you would’ve been angry. Or upset enough to shout. Maybe you would’ve gotten up and left him there on his lonesome, wordlessly demanding he not entertain that idea ever again. 

Certainly, the You from before this insane, impossible scenario wouldn’t hesitate to react melodramatically. 

You sighed, fiddling with one of the goat’s tails. “Oh Lou…” 

He cringed beneath the weight of your words, laden with a heaviness that harshened his already guilty conscience. 

“Wait, before you say no —” Lucifer felt his mouth running away from him. “Maybe you could think about it and then decide? Maybe after they’re born?”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything. I don’t expect anything from you.” 

“You’re expecting me to be its mother.” Your tone broke no room for argument. 

Mauve eyelids drooped as Lucifer looked down in shame. “I — ”

“I wouldn’t make a good mom.” Your statement stopped him in his tracks. 

Frustration simmered in Lucifer, slowly creeping into his expression as you continued, unrelenting. His posture went rigid, hands beginning to clench at his sides.

“It’s not that I don’t care. I probably care too much, actually.” You admitted.

It was true. Regardless of your paranoia and how justified it was or not, the sole basis for why you felt the need to argue in the first place —

(And wasn’t that just pathetic? You had feelings for the Epitome of Evil and had entertained being safe and happy with him) 

— the reality was that you’d been a broken human being before this cosmic impossibility entered your life. 

“I just don’t…” You sighed. “I wouldn’t be a good part of their life if I was in it.” 

Your head whipped up, vision spotting when Lucifer blurted:

“You are the best part of my life.” 

He looked angry. Furious. So much so that the sclera around his irises began to radiate a blood-red. 

“Do you know how hard it is? To leave you? I have to convince myself every single time that you’ll still be here when I return!” Lucifer claimed. “And soon I won’t even be able to do that!” 

“I don’t want to say goodbye forever! I… I l…” 

You shuddered, stiffening in your seat. As soon as he realized, Lucifer’s display was cowed. 

“Fuck, are you alright? I’m not — I don’t know what came over me!”

You shook your head. “No.” 

“It stopped.” You whispered. 

Lucifer’s grip trembled around your wrists. “Stopped?”

His breathless echo of your words drew your eyes up. You saw the storm brewing in his ruby eyes, as even though he waited for you to elaborate, a million thoughts pelting at his brain like hail. 

“The pain stopped.” You said. 

Your hands felt over the bump beneath your breasts, as if you might find the imaginary ‘off’ button and turn it back on.

It was ludicrous to think about, but you immediately wished for the agony that had been crippling you to return if it meant that this baby wasn’t… wasn’t… 

Tears glistened in your eyes. Lucifer drew you to his chest in spite of the fear that was pulling his shoulders taut. 

“Wh-what did you do today? Anything different?” The ex-Angel asked shakily. 

His eyes scanned you up and down, lingering on the little dolls he’d just gifted you. 

“No… n-no, nothing different.” You said. “I was in bed all morning, and th… then Cass was here and we had tea… we went out and walked a little bit outside.” 

“Did you fall?” The King hedged. 

You gasped, eyes widening. Instinctively your arms wrapped around your middle at the foreign feeling emanating from within. 

“Did…! You fell??” He panicked, grabbing onto you like a life raft. “Where? On what?!”

His words drifted away as you were enveloped in the strangest surge of feeling you’d ever experienced. 

You could only just muster up the energy to shake your head. 

Sudden warmth. 

And pressure. 

A tiny flutter, one you’d never felt before. 

You inhaled quickly yet deeply at the feeling of something pressing against your belly-button from the inside. 

It made you grin, hands coming back to grab for Lucifer’s own and to pull them to your stomach. “They’re alive!” 

The man’s jaw went slack, staring sightlessly for just as long as it took to soak up the sudden heat there. The baby took pity on its poor, trembling father and kicked again. 

It was Lucifer’s turn to gasp, looking back and forth between you and the bump with dawning awe. 

“It is!” He laughed, a tad bit hysterically. “It — they are alive!” 

“… And… glowing…”

“You’re glowing!”

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Do you cream or squirt?

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pairing: sub!dom!steve harrington x nervous!reader x dom!eddie munson

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“Oh, I know you’re not talking about lasting long, Munson. Didn’t you just have a 10-second jerk-off session last week?” Y/n brought up a story he had told her and Steve a few days ago. 

“That doesn’t count! I was being edged,” Eddie said, remembering how hard that day was for him when they were all out at the mall. Thinking back on it only angers him. 

“By what? Magazines?” Y/n laughed with Steve as Eddie cliched his knuckles until they turned yellow. “Chill, it’s just a joke,” Steve said. “Jokes? Okay, well, how about you tell us about the day you creamed your pants when you know who showed up at the pool last year,” Eddie said. 

Y/n hasn’t heard of this story yet, and Steve planned to keep it that way. “Oh my god, because of who?” Y/n asked, really wanting to know who it was. She’s too nosy, and that nosiness is a lane she probably wouldn’t be able to process or handle. 

“Was it Nancy!?” She shouted, making Eddie laugh. “Oh, it sure wasn’t Nancy. It was someone way hotter than that,” Eddie locked eyes with Steve, trying to push Steve’s buttons since he constantly clowns Eddie with y/n. 

“It’s no one,” Steve said as he broke eye contact with Eddie and flopped back on Eddie’s beg, getting his head lightly against the headboards. Eddie and y/n laughed at Steve’s clumsiness. 

“Oh, cmon’ Steve! How bad did you cream your pants, that you don’t want to tell me? I’ve heard worse. Trust me,” y/n said. 

“How about you ask Eddie since he’s the 10-second man,” Steve said. “It’s not like he didn’t rub one off after,” Steve started getting personal, and y/n knew it. She loved this side of them. It was so fun. 

“Cmon’ bestie! Tell me about your 10-second mission. Don’t gotta be embarrassed,” y/n looked at Eddie as Steve chuckled in the background, knowing Eddie didn’t have the balls himself to tell her. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie replied. “Oh, now it doesn’t matter!? That’s hilarious!” Steve laughed as y/n rolled her eyes. “C'mon’! It’s not that serious,” y/n needed to know. She hates not knowing things. 

“Hey, since you like these dirty secrets, how about you tell us yours, huh?” Eddie began getting defensive. “Like what, Eddie?” Y/n asked because her sex life has always been boring, and they know this. 

“Tell us if you cream or squirt,” Eddie fought back. Steve’s jaw dropped at the demand. He would love to know to make his fantasies more realistic, but having it asked so randomly, shocked him. 

“What? Fuck no! That’s different,” Y/n said. “No, it’s not. We’re all besties here, right? I tell you when I get my cock suck, and you can’t even tell me if you cream?” Eddie said, shocking y/n to the core. 

“It’s not important,” the young lady said, not wanting to tell them about herself like that. “Oh, now you don’t want to share secrets? C'mon’, tell me. It’s all fun and games after all, right?” Eddie said, locking eye contact. 

“I- I can’t just- Guys, I can’t just say things like that,” she said. “Why not? It’s not like we’re gonna judge you, ain’t that right Stevie?” Eddie asked Steve. “Yeah, of course not,” Steve said as y/n tried making herself comfortable on Eddie’s bed. Now she’s nervous and they can both tell. 

“Besides, whatever you say will be hot either way,” Eddie said, definitely shocking y/n. Yes, they all flirt, but during a time like this? She’s never experienced it. Ever. 

“C'mon, princess, it’s not that hard. Squirter or creamer?” Eddie asked as he shifted himself closer to Y/n, pressuring her to tell them and to make her feel a type of way. Maybe he can pull off what he’s been thinking about for a while now. 

“I- I uh, I cream a little but I call myself a squirter. I uh, I usually squirt a lot though. A little too much,” y/n nervously said. Eddie clapped his hands as Steve’s jaw dropped again. He can’t believe she told them. 

“Well, look at that. It wasn’t so hard, right?” Eddie asked as y/n nodded her head hesitantly. “Now, why have you been hiding such a thing from us, hm?” Eddie asked as he laid a finger on y/n’s thigh. 

“B-Because I didn’t think it was uh, it was something serious,” she replied. “Well, now you know, and you know not to keep any more secrets from us, right?” Eddie asked. “Y-Yes,” Y/n said. 

“Yes, what?” Eddie asked, shocking y/n all the way now. “What?” She asked. “Yes, what, y/n? You know what I want to hear,” Eddie said as his fingers trailed to her inner thighs. Steve stayed in the back in silence, growing hard at how nervous y/n was. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Eddie. Like, what are we even doing right now?” Y/n said as she tried pulling Eddie’s hang away but he kept his position. 

“I think it’s pretty unfair how much you make us cum to only the thought of you when you could have been cumming on our cocks like you say you can,” Eddie said. 

“What!? Eddie, I- I don’t know what’s going on but-“ y/n tried saying. “I want you to show me how much that pussy comes,” Eddie began leaning over y/n. 

The girl leaned back, trying to avoid body touch until she realized she was leaning back into Steve. She went to get up, but Steve pulled her up close to him as Eddie got comfortable over her. 

“Don’t panic, sweetheart. We just wanna feel you, okay?” Steve whispered in the girl's ear. “Guys, wait! We can’t be- I can’t do this,” she said. “And why is that? Afraid you’re gonna soak my bed? It’s fine, doll face. I’ve wanted that for years,” Eddie said. 

The metal head made his movie and connected his lips to y/n’s. She instantly melted into the kiss as Steve snaked his hands around her and groped at her tits. 

“You like this, baby? Just say red if you don’t want this,” Steve said as he began touching the girl, eventually gathering himself to pull her shirt up and let her tits free, out of her bra. 

“S-Steve,” y/n moaned at the boy's pinch around her nipples. “I-I can’t guys. I just can’t,” the girl whined at this new feeling. No one has ever played with her tits like this. 

“Yes, you will,” Eddie pulled away from their kiss and began tugging at her skirt. “Wait- Wait, Eddie, you can’t- Wait, no, I don’t- Eddie,” y/n didn’t know what to say. 

“Ssh, doll face. Let me feel your cunt. You’ve been making me wait for so long,” Eddie slightly whined as he kept tugging at her clothes while he pulled his loose jeans and boxers down, just enough for his rock-hard cock to spring out. 

“Just look at him, y/n. He’s begging for it,” Eddie pouted, finally getting y/n’s skirt off. “Little panties? You were right earlier, Steve. They are pink,” Eddie looked up at Steve, already close to cumming, just by touching her nice-sized tits. 

“You know, you’re not so slick wearing all of this around us. Don’t tell me you're wearing this shit, not to be noticed by one of us and used. They’re just so — pretty,” Eddie traced a finger up along her clothed wet folds. 

“Never knew our bestie was a whore. You wanted us to stuff you, hm? Just tell me, princess. Tell me you’ve always wanted this,” Eddie began slowly pulling her panties to the side. 

“Fucking say it, or you’ll regret making me wait,” Eddie threatened as he ripped her panties clean off. “I’ve always wanted this!” Y/n cried out. Eddie saw a drop of bodily fluid leak from her cunt as she spoke. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fuck you ‘till you can’t breathe,” Eddie said before making his way in between the girl's legs. “Eddie,” y/n said low, still not knowing if this was right. 

“Let him use you, sweetheart. Don’t wanna make us mad, right?” Steve asked as he pinched down harder on her nipples, making her cry no. “No!” She whined as her back arched. Eddie hadn’t even slipped in yet. 

“Now, let’s see if you were telling the truth. Don’t hold back on me, Angel,” he said before pushing at her entrance. Eddie pushed forward until he was completely in the whiny girl. 

“Wait!” Y/n cried out at the sudden feeling of being filled. She’s never felt so full in her life. “E-Eddie,” y/n gripped the long-haired boy's shoulders as Steve shifted his hips. Fuck, he’s close. 

“Too much,” y/n got out as Eddie pulled back, but thrust back in, to stretch her out enough before he did what he wanted with her. “Get used to it, or you’ll just be crying on my cock,” Eddie said, inches from her face as he pulled back out, then slammed right back into her wet hole. 

“P-Please!” Y/n begged as she felt herself soak his cock, only making it easier for him to fuck her. “Eds!” Y/n moaned as tears streamed down her face. “I’m so full,” he cried as Eddie smirked and Steve groaned in her ear. 

“When I tell you, she’s a tight one, Harrington. I fucking mean it. She’s sucking me in like a fucking fleshlight,” Eddie groaned as the sound of his balls slapping against y/n’s ass, filled the room. 

“Agh,” y/n’s eyes rolled and her head fell back. “A-A lot, Eds, a lot!” Y/n cried as she felt herself clinching around Eddie like she’s never done before to a cock. He can’t believe it. He can’t believe how dick drunk she’s been for him all this time. 

He let that thought sit in his mind as he picked his paste up to fuck her harder. Why did she keep this from them? All the times they’ve gone to the bathroom in public to rub one off, knowing she would have been so easy to get on her knees and suck them dry. 

“You’re in for it, y/n,” Eddie growled in her ear as he connected a free hand of his to her neck, tightly. “Eds! Eds!” Y/n cried in pain and pleasure as her walls clenched around his veiny cock before she finally exploded. 

“Eddie!” She moaned loud as her cunt released everything Steve and Eddie needed. Y/n’s head stayed back and eyes stayed fucked out as Steve still played with her tits and Eddie pumped into her like he’s never fucked before. 

“P-Please,” y/n begged for mercy as one hand reached up at Steve’s hair and the other to Eddie’s. “Please fuck me,” she begged, feeling another orgasm around the corner. 

“Oh fuck,” Eddie groaned with a chuckle, as well as Steve as Eddie connected his last free hand to y/n’s waist. “You wanna take me now, baby? Wanna suck me fucking dry of my cum? What a fucking slut. I bet you made Steve cum already, hm?” Eddie asked as he looked behind y/n. 

Steve nodded his head fast with a whine, still grinding against y/n’s back like a starved sex slave. “Gonna fill this cunt up, baby. You have no fucking choice,” Eddie slightly moaned as his thrusts got sloppy. 

“Fucking hell, I — Baby, I- I’m cumming,” Eddie moaned in y/n ear, not noticing but tightening his grip on her neck and waist. She couldn’t complain though. Y/n loved the feeling of his grip on her neck. 

“Holly fuck!” Eddie whined as his hips bucked a few times. His cum leaked from the weak girl's hole as Steve dropped his head back onto the headboard. 

“Agh,” y/n moaned as she tightened around him again. This time he pulled out and let her squirt all over his lower body and bed. “Fuck, that’s a lot, baby,” Eddie groaned as he disconnected his hand from her waist and rubbed her folds, making sure everything comes out. 

“Mhm,” y/n shifted. She’s never been this overstimulated before, and they can tell. “You fucking like that?” Eddie leaned towards her face, hand still tight around her neck. “Should I fuck this pussy full again?” Eddie asked, but y/n couldn’t speak back. 

“I will,” Steve said. “Oh, shit,” Eddie chuckled as he got up. Steve moved from under y/n, showing how weak and limp she got. She still leaking her and Eddie’s cum. 

“You just lay there and look cute. I’ll do the work,” Steve moved y/n on the bed, the way he needed her as Eddie sat right next to her face. “Hey, I’m still hard. Put that pretty mouth to use,” Eddie looked down at y/n as she struggled to keep her eyes open. 

“Wait, wait. Baby, what color do you say when you need a break?” Eddie asked as Steve stroked himself in front of her entrance. “R-Red,” y/n slurred. “Should we go red?” Eddie asked, slightly worried. 

“No. I just wanna be fucked,” y/n said low as she looked up at Eddie. “Don’t worry, doll face. You will,” Eddie said right before Steve shoved his cock into her already wet and used cunt. 

As y/n moaned loudly, Eddie used that chance to push his tip into her mouth. “So fucking- oh my god,” Steve’s legs began to shake at the amazing feeling of his best friend's cunt so wet and tight around him. 

“That’s it, baby. Suck me up,” Eddie rubbed y/n cheek as he lazily thrust into her mouth. “You’re our personal whore, you understand? No more of these wacky links. You’re ours,” Eddie made rules. 

“And if you disobey anything we give you, princess, you’re fucking dead,” Steve said. “Understand?” Eddie asked, but y/n just looked up at him. She understands, but what will they do if she doesn’t comply. 

“One chance is all you get,” Steve said as he grabbed y/n’s legs and pushed them back, causing him to fuck into her cunt deeper at a new angle. “Fuuuck!” Y/n cried as the clapping and gagging noises in the room grew. 

“You’re so fucked,” Eddie chuckled as he leaned over a little bit to rub y/n’s sensitive bud. “Agh, no!” Y/n cried at the feeling of everything. Even Eddie’s cocky pushed further into her throat after he leaned over and Steve picked up his paste, causing her body to jolt back into Eddie’s cock. This is definitely all she wanted. 

[rafesveryrealgf]

heyy! I have a slutty request; giving Steve head while he's driving 🫣

A/n: I’ve been so MIA but I loved this request/this is my first ever Steve request so I really wanted to write it 😭 thank you for sending this in!!

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: gender is not specified!!, reader giving Steve head (obvi), Steve and reader being a clingy couple, cursing, pet names (baby, sweetheart) reader is Billy’s ex

It was a Friday night, you’d been laying comfortably in your full sized bed, watching a random show that had been playing on the tv while you waited anxiously for Steve, your boyfriend, to finally call you. Steve was at work and you always missed him while he was at work. The up side was he missed you just as much, if not more and he’d call you every chance he could. He’d take breaks every 30 minutes to call you which had Robin highly annoyed since they were the only two people working. Robin had wondered how in the hell someone could be so clingy, especially someone that went by ‘king Steve’ in high school.

You ,however, loved how clingy Steve was. You’d love the random phone calls he’d make when he was on break at work and missed you or the texts he’d sneak in while he was actively working, but you loved being near him even more. You loved how he’d pick you up from your house, you’d both do something until you were ready to go to his place since his parents were never home and then you’d end the night with a movie, that neither of you were actually watching, and you’d thought tonight would be no different.

But tonight Steve had made one phone call in the span of five hours and he hadn’t sounded the happiest. You could tell it wasn’t because of you and he’d tried to sound like he wasn’t annoyed at all when he’d called you so that you wouldn’t worry, but you knew Steve better than anyone. That was your Steve.

“Hey, baby,” you’d said softly when he’d finally called you.

You’d played with the stretched phone cord whilst laying on your bed, the show that you were once watching, now forgotten, and You tried so so hard not to sound too worried when you spoke, but It was Steve, and the only thing Steve looked forward to when going to work was talking to you throughout the whole day. If it had been anyone else, you wouldn’t have even thought twice about the dry texts, but Steve was possibly the most clingiest person you’d ever met so it was odd for him.

“Hey, um, I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner,” He’d spoke before you even had the chance to ask him why he was just now calling, his tone was dry and he almost sounded sad.

“Oh, it’s okay. don’t worry about it, baby,” you’d responded simply, you didn’t want to be a burden if he was already having a bad day, but your stomach was twisting from the worry. “Everything okay though?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He had the phone pressed between his ear and shoulder, playing with the long cord the same way you’d been and he was nodding as if you could see him through the phone. “It’s Friday, so, you know, it’s Just been a busy day.”

You knew Steve, and you knew a busy day at Family Video wouldn’t have him in a slump like this. Family Video was rarely busy but when it was, Steve always handled it well. He was good with that kind of stuff.

“Makes sense,” you laughed breathlessly, you were now sitting up on your bed, crisscrossed, still playing with the phone cord. “Are you still gonna pick me up after your shift?” You’d wondered, your heart now beating out of your chest.

“Of course, sweetheart. Why wouldn’t I?”

You’d smiled at the nickname, it warmed your heart and had it beating a little less now. “No reason, just making sure.”

“Do you want me to?”

It was a silly question, of course you wanted him to.

“Of course I do?” It was more so a question than it was a statement. “Why wouldn’t I want you to, Steve?” You added.

There was a pause for a minute before he spoke again. “Hey, I gotta go, but uh, I’ll see you when I get off, yeah?”

And once again the tone of his voice had you frowning and your stomach upset.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, I love-“ and before you could finish, he’d hung up the phone.

That phone call had tears swelling up in your eyes, and perhaps you were being dramatic, perhaps your nightmares had become reality and he’d fallen out of love with you or maybe Steve had grown out of his clingy phase, or maybe he was just stressed.

You’d laid back on your bed, tears threatening to fall, a lump in your throat and the show on your tv long abandoned.

You knew Steve’s shift schedule like the back of your hand so when he’d pulled into your driveway an hour after his shift was supposed to end, you’d been convinced he was minutes away from breaking up with you.

Maybe you were just being dramatic. Hopefully you were just being dramatic.

When you walked out of your house, you saw Steve. His hair was a mess like he’d run his fingers through it a few times, his arm rested on the opened passenger door that he was leaning on with one of his legs crossed over the other leg.

He always opened the door for you, and even in his annoyed state, he’d done it still. You gave him a tight lipped smile, still nervous as you walked down your driveway even after a year of being with each other.

He gave you a small wave with his unoccupied hand.

You welcomed him with a hesitant kiss to the cheek and he’d kissed your forehead when you pulled away. “Sorry I’m late” he’d murmured against your forehead before pressing another kiss in the same spot again.

“Its okay, just glad you’re here now.” Still worried, you’d given him a convincing smile and hopped into the car.

Once you were settled into the car, Steve shut the door and stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his tight jeans, making his way around the car, back to the drivers seat.

The whole car ride was fairly silent, leaving you with your thoughts that were eating you up inside and when Steve pulled into the driveway of his house, putting the car in park, he’d finally spoken.

“Billy came into Family Video today,” Steve had finally broken the silence, but his words had your heart dropping.

Billy Hargrove, your shitty ex boyfriend from high school, that you’d dated for all of five months before you’d finally broken things off with him. He was the worlds biggest asshole and he’d treated you like shit.

Was this why Steve was in a mood?

“Shit, what did he do?” You threw your head back against the head rest, rolling your eyes then shifting your eyes to Steve.

During the quick moment of silence, you’d thought about every possible thing Billy could’ve said that would have Steve acting off.

“Said some shit to piss me off. We got into it.” Steve tightened his hold on the steering wheel, causing his knuckles to whiten even more. “Couldn’t say much since I was on the clock though. Would’ve gotten in trouble with my boss.” He gave a humorless laugh.

You’d slid your hand to Steve’s thigh, giving it a comforting squeeze. “What did he say, Steve?”

“Doesn’t matter,” He shook his head before taking one hand off of the wheel and running it through his hair.

“It matters to me, Steve. I wanna know what’s got you all irritated, you know?”

There was a long silence before Steve spoke again. “You never told me he was your first,” he looked to you for a split second before looking ahead again.

You were taken aback. “What? Steve, I didn’t think it mattered. It was in high school.”

“I hate that,” he’d interrupted you before you could say anything else. “I hate that he’s seen you naked, you know? he didn’t deserve you.”

“Is that why you’re upset, why you barely texted or called me today?” You’d removed your hand from his thigh, shifting in your seat to get a better look at him. “Because that’s so unfair to me. I can’t control what happened in the past or what Billy says, but if you’re worried I’m ,like, attached to him ‘cause he was my first, that’s not the case at all.” You were rambling, leaving no room for Steve to talk. “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about Billy, Steve.”

“I know,” he mumbled whilst nodding, trying to convince himself that he was just overthinking, that he might even be a tad bit insecure.

“All that matters is you’re my last, right?” Your hand was back on his thigh, sliding up slowly and letting your hand roam around until your fingers were slightly touching his pants zipper.

He looked down to where your hand lingered, swallowing harshly before nodding. “Yeah, yeah.” he’d said breathlessly “right.” He’d mumbled once again, but this time it was due to how flustered he’d become.

You’d leaned across the middle console to kiss him, his breath smelling like the mint gum he’d been chewing on the way to your house, his clothes smelling like his expensive cologne. He’d kissed you back, his eyes screwed shut while your hand palmed at his growing cock through his jeans.

“Good,” you’d smiled against his lips. “Can I?” You both looked down to where your hand was and he was nodding quickly.

“Yeah, shit, yeah.” He couldn’t stop himself from breathing so hard, his cock begging to be set free.

You unzipped his jeans and yanked his boxers down, allowing his flushed cock to spring free from them, you grabbed his cock, your hand not fitting all the way around it. His tip was pink, pre cum leaking from it.

You finally connected your tongue to the tip of his cock, swirling it around before taking him into your mouth. His cock wasn’t even fully in your mouth before you were gagging around him, your eyes watering from the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat.

“God, you’re so big,” your words came out muffled.

“Yeah?” He leaned his head back, screwing his eyes shut once again to focus on the feel of you around him.

“Yeah,” you nodded, a tear streaming down your face.

“Fuck, m’gonna come,” he hissed. “You gonna swallow for me?”

You smiled against his cock nodding with anticipation, and before you could even finish nodding, the warm liquid shot into your throat, you removed your mouth from his cock and, of course, swallowed before leaning back down, once again taking him into your mouth.

He tangled his hands into your hair, pushing your head down once in awhile, helping you take as much of his cock as you could. You removed your mouth from him again, licking up the side of his cock, following a vein until you were back at the pink, flushed, tip.

His cock was pretty and truth be told, you couldn’t get enough of it.

When you took him into your mouth again, he instantly came again. Steve’s hand pulled at your hair, signaling for you to lean up and open your mouth, and you did just that, sticking out your tongue to reveal the white liquid that sat there.

“So pretty,” he’d murmured.

That’s when you swallowed and smiled at his words.

“Thank you, baby.” You wiped off your lips with the back of your hand. “Can we go inside now?” You gave him a quick kiss.

“Fuck, yes.”

He’d sounded too excited to get you inside and upstairs.

[maximoff-pan]

I know you haven’t watched season 4 yet, but how about a fluffy little blurb about steve and the reader being cutesy and all that shit… or maybe even some mutual pining and teasing from robin or nancy or something like that…

i just miss your steve content

hmmmm, I haven’t written for steve in a while, but it feels good to be back. I apologize if this is kind of short and all over the place, I’m more than a little rusty, and getting ready to dip my toes back into the hunky harrington waters…

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): some swears, no spoilers for season 4 :)

quick a/n: I have no idea what this is, but enjoy this little blurb that has nothing to do with any of the stranger things plot lines whatsoever…

“Oh please.” Robin’s tone is so dismissive, dripping in annoyance as her hand waves in disgust, that you almost flinch. “You and I both know that Dustin and I are only here because you can’t handle the tension between you and Steve.”

“Robin. That’s not—“

She scoffs, loudly cutting you off. “You’re afraid of what will happen if the two of you are alone.”

You puff out a breath of air. “Am not.” You pout like a petulant child, eyes wide and posture defensive.

You feel immature, and okay, maybe it’s because that’s how you’re acting, but you can’t help it. The implication of this conversation is enough for you to want to throw yourself in the lake and drown.

“Talk to him.” Robin pleads, eyes flicking over to the left where Steve and Dustin are dressed in their dorkiest swim trunks, as they lather themselves in sunscreen. They’re laughing, boisterously so. It’s cute, you think. Seeing how close they are.

“Why do you care so much?” The cadence of your voice carries with the breeze.

Robin’s sigh is less than reassuring to you. She knows something you don’t. And you don’t like that. “He asked you on a date (Y/n).”

“What?” Your brows furrow, lips quirking in confusion. You almost laugh. “I think I would know if Steve Harrington asked me on a date.”

A disapproving frowns finds its way onto Robin’s face. “Let me ask you this,” she prefaces, lips pulled into a tight thin line before she speaks again, “did he ask for me to be here today?”

Her question catches you off guard. You suppose he didn’t, but Steve hadn’t specified much of anything when he’d asked you to join him for a fun summer day on the lake, as he’d so jovially put it.

Robin’s eyes narrow at you slowly. “And what about Dustin? Who invited him?”

“I did.” You say, realization starting to dawn on you. “I invited both of you.”

“There you go.” She says, as if waiting for the metaphorical ball to drop.

A moment passes, one, two, three, then:

“This was supposed to be a date, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm.” Robin hums. “He’s been talking about finally asking you for weeks.”

“Oh god.”

Your palms find your face suddenly, your cheeks warm to the touch. “And then I turned it into a group hangout.” You groan externally, face now in your hands, “I’ve screwed up haven’t I?”

Robin smiles, shaking her head in reassurance. “No.” Her eyes are bright. “Not if you talk to him. Just tell him how you feel.”

She places a hand on your arm encouragingly, nudging you forward. You look over your shoulder back to her, silently pleading with her to convince you not to do this. As you expected, she does the opposite, sending you a cheeky wink and an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Go get him tiger.”

Fuck…

Approaching Steve and Dustin hesitantly, you allow a soft smile to grace your lips. You want to appear as calm as possible. You don’t want them to see how nervous you are. Besides, this is Steve, totally friendly, and definitely not scary, Steve. How could this go wrong?

When you finally reach them, you hear their conversation stop abruptly, Steve nearly smacking Dustin, hushing at him to shut up. You giggle at the interaction, your nerves easing ever so slightly.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Dustin’s quick to jump in, eager even. “No no, of course not.” Smooth.

“Actually, uh—“ your voice drifts, gaze flicking over to the tall brunette. “I was wondering if we could maybe, talk?”

“Me?” Steve doesn’t hide his surprise as he points to himself. “Uh, yeah, of course. That’s—that sounds good.”

You don’t miss the sly smile Dustin is sending in your direction, as Steve grasps your hand and begins leading you towards the dock.

You can feel the sun beating down on your skin, heat coursing through your body. Your palm is sweaty. You hope he can’t feel it as you release your hand from his.

In your other hand, you’ve got your sunglasses and a towel tucked under your arm. Sliding them on, relief floods you as the need to squint instantly dissipates. You bend down to place your towel on the rough wood of the old dock, sighing as you take a seat. Sitting side by side, your knees bump gently, knocking into each other as a gust of a breeze blows by you.

“So,” the staccato click of Steve’s tongue is a nervous habit. A tick he portrays when he’s unsure. “Nice weather huh?”

He’s trying to ease the tension with a teasing tone and an easy smile, but when he notices it’s not working, he frowns.

“Sorry.” He coughs in apology, turtling in on himself. “Um, what did you want to talk to me about?”

Pulling your coverup around your body, you hold your arms tight across your chest. You suddenly feel very exposed, both physically and emotionally. You don’t know if it makes you feel better or worse that Steve is only in his swim trunks. Maybe it’s a little bit of both.

“I uh—“ you take a shaky breath in, trying to steady yourself. “I wanted to talk about today.”

“Okay.” He nods, still a little confused, palms splayed out as he leans his weight back on them in anticipation.

You decide to bite the bullet. If Robin was right, which she almost always is, then Steve has made his intentions with you clear, and you’ve just been too blind to see it.

“I like you Steve, a lot.”

You hear him suck a long breath in, but he doesn’t respond, allowing you the chance to continue.

“I just—Robin told me that when you asked me here, you were actually asking me on a date, which I totally misread by the way.” You’re rambling, you know you’re rambling, but now that you’ve started talking, it’s as if you can’t stop. “And then I panicked and invited her and Dustin because I thought there was no chance you could ever like me like that.”

The shadowy glow from the gaze of your sunglasses casts a beautiful reflection across Steve’s face. “And then Robin told me how stupid I’ve been.” You stop for a moment to chuckle at yourself, a puff of air catching in your throat. “So I thought, what the hell, I may as well tell you how I feel, even if you don’t feel the same, which is totally okay if you don’t.”

Steve can’t see your eyes, but he really wants to. “No pressure, really.” He hears you say airily. You’ve just poured your heart out to him, you’re at your most vulnerable, and yet he’s never seen you more content.

Impulsively, Steve reaches up to your face, pulling your sunglasses off. He smiles at the sight. “You have such beautiful eyes.”

“Oh.” That’s not the response you expected. “Thank you.”

Steve chuckles. You’ve never been good at taking compliments. “That means I like you too, dummy.”

The smile that breaks out onto your face is otherworldly, like nothing he has ever seen before. It’s beautiful, an ethereal creation, like an angel is glowing before him. His heart beats wildly, he wants to remember this moment forever. How could someone possibly care for him this much? How did he manage to get you to like him?

Steve will never be able to fathom it.

You lean your head against his shoulder, sighing in utter happiness. He does the same, his soul singing in joy as a calm silence passes over you. The sound of the water and the wind mixes with the serene passing of time. You don’t need words to know how special this is, how wonderful it feels. Minutes go by, nothing matters but you.

“Hey Steve?” You muse, suddenly feeling bold. He hums in response. “You have beautiful eyes too.”

• • • • •

Watching from the sidelines as the scene before them unfolds, the smirk on Robin’s face grows imminently.

The long-standing bet between her and the young teen boy standing next to her is all but won. Like the true friend (and idiot) he is, Dustin had picked Steve to be the one to confess his feelings to you. Robin obviously and correctly, had picked you.

A soft fuck falls from Dustins lips as Robin’s palm gently claps him on the back. Her eyes meet his with such a confidence, a victorious pride pouring through her gaze. And with the quirk of her lip, she grins.

“Pay up curly.”

[pookie-and-cereal]

PROMPTS OF ALL PROMPTS (Part I)

Fluffy Dialogue Sentence Starters

Warning ⚠️ there’s some mild intamcy at the end

"Is that my shirt?"

"Your cheeks are so cute!"

"Could you hold my hand? It’s for research purposes"

"Your hand is so small/big"

"You smell nice"

"I love you" "You mean it?" "Of course darling, you mean the world to me"

"Can I brush your hair?"

"Could you maybe— help zip up my dress/shirt?"

"I hate the summer! I’m so hot!" "You are— er— it is hot…"

"Don’t forget your coat, it’s cold outside"

"I love the way your hand feels on mine"

"You know you love me~"

"I got this pre ordered just for you"

"You look lovely darling"

"Why are you upset?" "You didn’t give me a kiss" "oh? Then, how about I fulfil that request right now?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?" "You— You just look so amazing, and I look as if I’ve underdressed"

"If I knew you were an amazing kisser, I would’ve asked you out sooner"

"Like it?" "Like it? I love it!"

"Have you been taking my favorite shirts?!" "Uhm. Maybe?"

"Allow me"

"You are just so fine!"

"May I have this first dance?"

"Could you please let me make the first move! Just this once?"

"Oh! Uh— you like the way I kiss you?!"

Drunk Dialogue Sentence Starters

"Well, hello beautiful~"

"Could youuu hold myy duck?" "Do you mean glass—?" "Yes yes, of course, have another glass"

"Get off of me, you reek of alcohol"

"Was your voice alway this angelic?"

"Wanna hear a joke?" "No" "Who’s there?" "What?" "You’re supposed to sayyy knock knock!" "That’s not how it goes!"

"NoOoOoOo! Give me back my glass! I won fair and square!"

"I can handle my liquor" 2 minutes later "Why does my hand taste like chocolateee?"

"You look lonleyyyy~" "Mhm, and I prefer it that way"

"Pour me another glass, Sherman" "No, you’re too drunk! And for GODS SAKE MY NAME’S [ych]!"

I know there aren’t a lot for this prompt, but bare with me 🤡

Confession Dialogue Sentence Starters

"Why are you doing this?" "Because I love you"

"We can’t stay friends, because my feelings for you— they keep growing every single day"

"STOP BEING SO GODDMAN CUTE!" "You think I’m cute—?!" "Goddammit, me and my big mouth"

"Please kiss me," "what—?" "You heard me"

"Will you go out with me?"

"You’re gorgeous"

"Be mine?"

"I know we just did that to make my ex jealous, but uh, hehe, I’ve fallen for you. Literally"

"If you go out with me, I’ll do my best to make every wish of yours come true"

"Go out with me" "for a hundred bucks" *pulls out a hundred bucks*

"Let’s stop pretending we don’t have feelings for each other"

Nsfw Dialogue Sentence Prompts

"You know I like it when you’re on your knees"

"Either I join you, or I watch you"

"We shouldn’t be doing this! Especially since—" "Shh, we’re going to get caught, I suggest you keep those moans inside"

"Stop biting your lip, that’s my role"

"I’ll give you the best night ever, if you make me feel good"

"Were you— touching yourself just now?"

"Once I’m done with you, you won’t even be able to walk tomorrow"

"I’m going to make you forget [name]"

"You like that? Good, now put on a show"

"I can hear your moans from inside the bathroom"

"Awe, I guess you’re really cute when you’re senseless"

"Stop! Please," "Please, what? Please you, prince/princess/your highness?"

"If you keep making those fake moans, In just about a minute we’re going to hear some real ones"

[wayfayrr]

Here's part three of Sage in the real world! He's starting to find his footing - although reader doesn't need to know that and reader's stressed even more now from being dumped back into things they'd forgotten, so they've got the perfect balance!

part 1, part 2

It’s easy just to lie here with sage. Not having him as stressed, but putty in my arms is a nice break from everything I’ve got to deal with. He’s surprisingly comfortable to have as a blanket; his hair is incredibly soft even with the amount of time he spends in the wild. That shower must’ve worked wonders for him, given he’s washed his hair with soap rather than just water, hopefully. Might as well make the most of this moment while he’s willing to be this vulnerable. Even if he does seem a bit smug that I’m holding him, for whatever reason. Nothing this peaceful can last forever, with the buzz of my phone breaking me out of it. Not a news pop-up or something that could be ignored as much as I’d prefer to block it out. A private message, about…

Oh no.

"Sage. If you’re feeling better I - we need might need to go shopping."

"Why? Why can’t we just stay like this [name]? "

"Well I uh, I might’ve forgotten that I had planned to have guests over tomorrow. So I need to get some things in to prepare."

He did not like that. At all. Easy to tell from how he growled, his arms tightening around me; pressing his head into the crook of my neck. Acting similar to when I was reunited with the chain. When he was jealous. What reason does he have to be jealous now? 

"Isn’t there a way you can cancel? I’m really not ready to meet anyone for at least a week."

"If I had more time, I would. But it’s too short notice. You can stay in a different room if you’d like, I won’t force you to be around them"

Hopefully, he doesn’t hold this against me. Was there a way I could’ve told him so he’d handle it better, with how he’s whining? Maybe not.

"No. I’m not leaving you alone. I know we’re in your world now but I wouldn’t put it past Ganondorf to be able to replicate your friends."

"They’ll only be here for the evening, Lavender. Besides I doubt it would be worth the effort to replace so many people with puppets, is there anything that I can do to make you more comfortable with the idea of it?"

"Just… I don’t want you out of my sight [name], I can’t trust whoever your guests are. I couldn’t live with myself if I let you get hurt."

Trust issues, right. Of course he doesn't want the first person who truly cares for him as a person to leave him alone, I knew this back in Hyrule. As far as requests he could've made though, it’s pretty reasonable and easy to do for that matter. Now I’ll just have to hope that they won’t ask too many questions about him or ask the right questions to set him off. With a nod and a gentle nudge to move him off of me, it’s time to see how he’ll react somewhere other than my house.

"We won’t have to be out long today, an hour or two at max, okay Sage? And shopping for it would be a good chance to buy you some things you'll need"

"Things I’ll need? I have you to myself. What else would I need. What kind of things are you talking about?"

How much money do I have right now? If I remember right I would’ve been paid yesterday however paying for sage now as well as myself? There should be enough; might be time to look for a better-paid job soon, since I’ll be paying for the both of us from now on. Sage is going to hate that though; maybe I should hold off on telling him for a while. It’s not like I haven't got enough time set aside to have a few days off. Explaining more about what life will look like here, while tugging on sage to get up may not be the smartest thing I’ve ever done but it’s something that works. He’s moving with me now towards the door, just need some shoes then we can leave.

"Basics really, some more clothes, soaps and things, maybe a phone?? If it doesn’t cost too much."

"You, you think I’m really worth doing that for? No one’s ever thought I was worth doing so much for. I’m so glad you're mine."

Did he just say what I think he did? Do I? Should I say something back? Has he noticed I froze up because of that?

"What? What do you mean by that Sage?"

"... you’re mine? You gave me your clothes, you’re letting me live with you, and you've given me a nickname. Am I not already your lover?"

He - He sees me as his partner already? It’s not like I don’t care for him but he already thinks we’re together, really? I guess in the games Mipha proposes with the zora armour, but that’s not a Hylian custom is it? And they weren’t made for him, just my old clothes. Is he going to be more convinced I’m his partner if I help him adjust? Would I mind that?

Silence probably isn’t what Sage needed, but getting out and heading towards the shop does help to order my own thoughts about this all. After a few more moments like that, paired with a heavy sigh I finally gathered the confidence to answer him over silently dragging him to our destination.

"I never - Well I never thought you were in love with me, you’ve never mentioned you felt like that. But I wouldn’t be against a relationship like that with you."

"Good. So that makes me your husband then."

WHAT?? What the??? How long has he been assuming we’re together to think of himself like THAT?

Is he even being serious right now? He can’t be serious, can he? I’m not sure whether to take it at face value or not, I mean who just says that at a time like this? And as determined as he did?

"So are you… just declaring that we’re a couple now, I’m fairly sure that’s not how it usually works??"

"Yes, I am. What does it matter that it’s not ‘usual’?"

Bluescreening doesn’t come close to how I feel right now. He’s actually convinced himself that we were in a romantic relationship for who knows how long and he’s only just mentioned it!?

"You - what if I’d started seeing someone else, you’d never told me you wanted to be together? What would you have done??" 

"I would have dealt with them."

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??? Deal with them how? Do I even want to know?

I don’t think I do. Not with the look Sage has on his face. Murderous doesn’t even describe it. If looks could kill, then whoever my hypothetical partner was would be dead and buried several times over by now. Wrapping his arm around my waist as we carried on walking seemed to draw him out of it though. He’s never been as terrifying before in all the time I’ve known him. Even when I was talking about the chain earlier he didn’t look as dangerous, as unhinged, as he did just then.

Can he tell I’m uncomfortable with how he’s acting? Is that why he’s holding me like this? Is it because of the stress that he’s acting like this, or have I been overlooking the real reason?

I have to give him the benefit of the doubt, he doesn’t deserve my trust in him to be broken if he’s just acting out from stress. Either way, we’re nearly at the shops. Thankfully Sage seems to be calming down somewhat, even if he is pressing himself into my side desperate for my touch.

Just a quick trip [name]. You can do this.

[harrywavycurly]

I know you just posted it but I need more spoiled princess reader and Eddie😍😍

Hiiii lovey!! No problem!! I hope you enjoy these💖

-I tossed in another conversation between Steve and Eddie, it’s marked with an ✨

- want more Eddie and his Princess? Find it here

*Eddie loves to do anything and everything for you…including wash your hair and pick your ice cream flavor*

“Put it down please baby.” “But I can do it.” “I know you can do it sweetheart…but please put the laundry hamper down.” “I just want to help.” “I appreciate that but don’t worry I’ve got it handled baby okay? Why don’t you go take a bubble bath and start your new book?” “Okay…can I at least make dinner tonight?” “Princess…” “Okay okay I’ll just go take a bath and read my book.” “I love you.” “I love you too!”

✨”you’ve got to be shitting me…” “oh come on dude you can’t work for her you know that right?” “I’m well aware of that Harrington but why the fuck do you have her back there loading boxes off a truck?” “It’s inventory day…” “and you just let her and Robin do all the heavy lifting?” “I mean..someone has to watch the front..” “You have about thirty seconds to get your fluffy haired ass back there and send her up to the front before I beat the shit out of you.” “Okay okay I’ll send her up here…no need to get violent…” “you’re such an asshole.” “Hey honey! Is everything okay?” “Hey Princess…yeah you just forgot your lunch on the counter.” “Oh I knew I was forgetting something this morning…thank you for bringing it.” “Harrington being nice to you today?” “Yes he offered to do inventory for me! He never does that…I did manage to snag us some red vines though.” “Of course you did baby…I’ll come by and pick you up later okay?” “Okay honey have a good day! Love you.” “Love you more sweetheart.” “You two are fucking gross…” “one day someone will love you Steve don’t worry…” “oh fuck off Munson.”

“Lean back baby.” “Oh can you use the one that smells like coconut? I love that one.” “Sure sweetheart…so how was your day?” “It was good I finished my book and organized our closet…you have a lot of t shirts honey…oh that feels good.” “I mean they aren’t just mine…you wear half of them too…close your eyes really quick okay? Im going to rinse the shampoo out.” “I like your sweatshirts the most…you know you’re my favorite hair washer.” “Your favorite? Thanks Princess…now how much patience do you have for conditioning?” “Uh…not a lot.” “Okay I’ll make it quick then…what are your thoughts on dinner?” “Hmmm maybe some pasta? Does that sound good to you?” “Sure baby…as soon as we are finished I’ll make dinner if you want to watch a movie while I cook?” “Or I can help you cook?” “Or…you can sit on the counter and watch me?” “One day will you let me help?” “Maybe…” “that’s a no.”

“Pickup service for my Princess.” “Hi honey! How was your day?” “Better now that you’re in my passenger seat.” “Oh can we get ice cream on the way home? Please?” “When have I ever been able to tell you no?” “Uhh…never?” “Exactly…so what flavor are you thinking you want today?” “Not sure yet I’m gonna have to see what my options are.” “You say that as if they aren’t the same every single time sweetheart.” “Will you pick for me?” “You sure?” “Yeah I just want ice cream I’m not feeling picky on the flavor.” “Okay baby…you want to eat it here or at home?” “Home please.” “Not a problem…I’ll run in and be right back.” “Oh sprinkles please” “as if I’d even try to bring you sprinkle-less ice cream baby.” “You’re the best!” “Love you…I’ll be right back.” “Love you too!”

[melodygatesauthor]

Chapter 7: The Goldfish Problem

prof!Steven Grant-Jake Lockley-Marc Spector X f!Reader

Edited by: @welcometostayingawake (she's the real MVP)

Mood Boards - Book Cover - Masterlist

Chapter Summary:

Steven asks you for a big favor. You get stuck in a snow storm.

Tags/Summary (these are for the ENTIRE fic):

college AU, no powers/not in MCU/no Khonshu, talk of mental illness, Marc has DID, forbidden relationship, age gap, reader is 21y/o, Boys are 38y/o, reader attends college in America but isn't necessarily American, smut, sex, masturbation, p in v, creampies galore, reader is on birth control, dubious consent due to identity issues, ANGST, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex, falling in love, reader is not race coded.

Word Count: 6k

School had quickly become a daze, just an interruption in between the time you got to spend with Steven. You went to his office nearly every free moment you could spare during the week following your date. Sometimes you were straddled over him with his cock slick between your folds, gliding over your entrance without ever feeling the satisfaction of penetration. Other times you were spread out on his desk while he mouthed at your cunt, slurping your juices like he might die of thirst.

He surprised you on Wednesday night though when he had a small sheet of paper to hand to you, along with a key. You looked at the paper, it was titled, How To Care for Gus the Goldfish. You looked at Steven, puzzled. Normally, the moment you walked into his office he was running his hands all over you like you might evaporate if he didn’t touch you.

“What’s this?”

“Thought I might ask if you can do me a favor?” He raised his brows, his big brown eyes pleading with you.

“I mean, of course I’ll help you, but what exactly…are you going somewhere?” You felt a pang in your chest. The idea of Steven leaving was upsetting.

“Oh, darling, I can see you’re upset, but I promise I won’t be gone long.” He walked closer to you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “It’s a weekend seminar for some of the departmental staff and I’ve been invited. Thought it would be good f’me to go.”

“So you need me to…watch your goldfish?” You held up the note, “and you needed to write me a note on how to take care of him?”

“It’s not that I think you can’t handle it, it’s just…erm, well, he’s all I’ve got.”

If Steven could get any more precious, you weren’t sure you’d feel comfortable doing all the depraved things you normally came to his office to do. You gave him a smile for reassurance before looking up to kiss him, hoping that would somehow make him feel more secure in your ability to care for his goldfish.

“I’ll take good care of him, but uh, where’s your apartment? You don’t want to show it to me before you go?”

“S’not a good idea, to have you go there with me. Too risky.” He shook his head before pointing at the paper in your hand, “the address is on there.”

You gulped, wondering why he wouldn’t want to be there at the same time as you. Tampering down the negative feelings, you tried to think about the fact that he entrusted you with this task, and not Jane. The note was simple, to feed Gus three times a day, with instructions on where his food was kept and an emergency vet number. Once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. You put the paper and key in your school bag and then turned back to Steven.

“I’ll take care of him, no problem.” You agreed enthusiastically.

Steven wasted no more time with pleasantries. You often watched his demeanor shift from timid to dark and aroused the moment before he scooped you in for passionate kisses. In a matter of moments, you were stroking his cock while he fingered you once again, both chasing your release at the hand of the other.

He loved making you squirm, watching your parted lips glistening while you moaned under his touch. He relished the way your walls squeezed the life out of his finger when you reached your orgasm. Steven was mesmerized by the way you tasted, too, taking that same finger and cleaning it with his tongue.

Steven had taken to walking you home that night. It was chilly, and he held your hand to help keep you warm. It was late enough that you were sure you wouldn’t run into another student. He didn’t dare to kiss you though, the thought of it was too risky, and he had to be cautious.

When you got to your room, Layla was still up. The clock read 9:05pm. You dropped your bag on the floor and groaned before plopping down on your bed.

“Steven keeps you out late for tutoring, huh?” She asked.

“Yeah, he really wants to make sure I grasp the material.”

You realized when she said that, that you didn’t really learn much of anything from his tutoring. It had turned into an excuse for the two of you to continue your secret affair, barely touching your textbooks in his presence.

“A few friends and I are all going out this weekend, wanna come?” She asked, turning out the light.

The lie rolled off the tip of your tongue, as if you’d been planning this for ages.

“I can’t, my cousin is coming to visit and I promised I’d stay with her for the weekend.”

It was quiet for a moment. You wondered if she was going to question the truth about what you’d said, but she had no reason to.

“Alright, well if you decide you wanna come, she can come, too. Open invite.” Layla was silent after that, and so were you.

----

On Friday evening, you were standing outside of Steven’s apartment door, twisting the deadbolt before hearing the latch come undone. There was something nerve wracking about walking into his apartment without him there. It would be so tempting to go through all of his things and learn as much about him as you could, but you felt a sense of guilt. It wasn’t right to go through someone else’s things, even if you were certain there was no way he would know.

You opened the door and stepped inside, being met with the smell of old books and a hint of chai right off the bat. It was a smell you enjoyed, a relaxing and warming scent. Looking around you could easily see the source from the copious amounts of books lining the several bookshelves throughout Steven’s lofty apartment. 

You were in complete awe at the sheer amount of stuff Steven owned. His apartment wasn’t dirty, he seemed to pick up after himself, but there was clutter all over. It was obvious that he’d tried to tidy a little bit though, judging from the fresh smell of linen hidden beneath the scent of the books.

Steven’s apartment was roughly a thirty minute walk from your dorm, so you didn’t want to take too long there, but your curiosity was piqued. You decided to start poking through Steven’s things. Despite it being a major invasion of privacy, you couldn’t help yourself.

----

Steven was just getting out of his car around the time he assumed you’d be arriving at his apartment. He realized he should’ve exchanged numbers with you before leaving for the weekend, but he still felt nervous about intertwining your lives a little too much. There was no way for you to contact him though if there were some kind of emergency.

“It’s a damn goldfish, what kind of emergency are we talking about? You not taking her number is the smartest thing you’ve done so far.”

Steven had been ignoring Marc and his commentary for days, but that didn’t stop him from constantly leaving his two cents whenever he had the opportunity. He went to the front desk of the hotel where the seminar was taking place, quickly retrieving his key and making his way up to his room.

It was quiet in there, but it felt bare, not at all like what he was used to at home. He turned on the television; it was already playing the weather channel which he let lull in the background as he began to unpack.

“What was supposed to be a sunny weekend is unfortunately going to turn into a nor’easter. The storm changed course unexpectedly so New England will in fact be seeing over a foot of snow, beginning early tomorrow morning and throughout the weekend.”

Steven immediately thought of you and wondered how you were going to get from your dorm all the way to his home in the midst of a snow storm. Surely, you wouldn’t. This would’ve been the perfect time to have your number to check up on you. If there was ever a goldfish emergency, this was it.

----

You felt like a creep, going through Steven’s things, but you were so, so curious to know what you’d be able to find out about him. Of course, he had an insurmountable collection of books scattered throughout the apartment. Every open bookshelf was stacked full with more than just paperbacks. He had knick knacks, paperweights and other odds and ends.

Your eyes were soon drawn to the bed. For a moment you thought about yourself, a wet and gasping mess at the large hands of Steven, gripping his sheets while he defiled you. On your way to the bed, you noticed the closet, his signature patterned shirts half visible. If Steven was hiding something, surely he would keep it in there.

His clothes were both plain, and too much all at once. Some of the patterns were a downright eyesore and you wondered what it was he saw in those clothes, but you also found it a little cute that he liked to express himself with patterns like that. A hat caught your eye, peeking out under a white button-down tucked in the corner of the closet. You’d never seen Steven wear a hat, nevermind a paperboy cap, you knelt to it curiously. It was black and looked hardly worn. When you picked it up you noticed a couple of leather gloves underneath. You supposed Steven must wear the hat and gloves when it got exceptionally cold.

Other than some jackets that you’d never seen him wear before, and an array of button-downs and ties, Steven’s closet was…boring. You weren’t sure what you’d expected to find in there when you walked in, but everyone had secrets. Maybe Steven was just a normal college professor.

You spent far too long in there, checking out some of the other things Steven’s apartment had to offer, and then finally feeding the goldfish like you were supposed to. When you looked outside, you noticed that it had snowed quite a bit since you arrived.

“Shit.”

It was going to be too cold to walk back yet, and the sidewalk would be covered in snow until the plow came through. Not to mention, you weren’t exactly dressed for snow. You looked over at the fish tank.

“Well Gus, looks like you and I are going to have a little sleepover.” You smirked at him, as though he could understand you.

----

Steven was breaking out into a sweat over the thought that he might be coming home to a dead goldfish, and the fact that you would probably blame yourself. He didn’t blame you, not one bit, but he felt the need to pack his things and go home. The seminar wasn’t mandatory, and in fact, they had already told people that they could go home and attend the seminar virtually due to the weather. It was only going to get worse as the night went on.

He’d made up his mind, he was going back home.

“Let me drive amigo, the weather is horrible.” Jake insisted.

“No, nope I’m not doing that.” Steven said, getting into the car and slamming the door.

“Steven, let him drive. Are you trying to get us killed? I mean honestly,” Marc chimed in.

Steven ignored them, and shortly found himself white knuckling his steering wheel, driving toward the apartment. It was a two hour drive in normal conditions, so in the snow it would probably take a couple more. He only hoped that Gus wasn’t too hungry by the time he got there.

----

You’d been scrolling through your phone for long enough and decided to find something comfortable to wear to bed. Out of Steven’s array of clothes, you found a comfortable dark blue long sleeve to slide on. It was long enough that it hung to your mid-thigh and still smelled like him. You resolved to make the bed in the morning and hoped he wouldn’t notice that you’d slept over.

You didn’t always read yourself to sleep, but you did that night, opting to peruse his collection. Steven had so many books, you thought you should at least take advantage of his library. While you knew you should read something new, you couldn’t help yourself from gravitating toward Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. It was your favorite, and you were feeling like a familiar story would be comforting in that moment.

It was around 2am when Steven arrived at his apartment. Immediately, he sensed something was off when he was able to open the door without the deadbolt’s resistance. He stepped inside, eyes darting instantly to the tank where he saw Gus swimming around happily, the fish’s food moved from its original spot. Steven put his bags down gently, taking in the rest of the apartment before his eyes finally landed on you.

You were sleeping, in his bed, in his shirt, with his book spread across your chest. His hand reached up and pressed to his chest. You’d, once again, taken his breath away.

“Steven…” Marc said, like a muffled man calling from a distance, his voice sounding like a warning.

Steven shut him out, too focused on the beautiful display in front of him. He took a step forward, trying carefully not to wake you. The clumsy man was successful up until his foot hit a pile of books and they knocked over onto the floor.

You startled awake, jumping up to shockingly see Steven standing in front of you. The fog of sleep dissipated and you realized how embarrassing your situation was. You were in your underwear, in Steven’s shirt, in his bed, reading his book.

Oh no, you thought. Now you look like you’re obsessed with him.

You assumed he must be upset with you, this wasn’t part of the instructions he had given you. You were supposed to be gone by the time he came back.

“Steven I’m so sorry, I got here and there was snow and…I didn’t mean to…” You were trying to come up with some kind of excuse to explain why you were in his clothes and bed..

Steven didn’t care. He didn’t care in the slightest. His cock was already  slowly growing, pressing against the confines of his pants in desperation. Your hair was a mess, face full of worry, and you were wearing his shirt. He was zoned out again, and you had been muttering and crawling out of the bed to collect your things, fumbling over your own tired feet.

“Love…” He said softly.

“-and I thought you were going to be gone so I was going to put everything back the way I found it before-”

“Love.” Steven said again while you continued collecting your things.

“-I just wanted to wear something comfy, I didn’t have anything else to wear. I’m really trying to help keep this on the down low, and I know you don’t want us to be here together.” You had your clothes in your arms and started walking toward the exit but Steven rushed to stand  in front of you and grabbed your shoulders.

You dropped the clothes into a heap on the floor.

“Darling, to have you here…lookin’ like that I…I’m thrilled.”

He brought you in for a deep and mind-numbing kiss and you quickly brought your hands up to tangle between his locks. Steven lifted you by your rear, and you wrapped your legs around his waist almost on instinct. You could already feel his cock pressing against you, begging for attention. You let out a moan, feeding it to him in between desperate kisses.

He carried you to the bed, leaning down to place you there gently and following to hover over you. He never let his lips leave yours while he pulled off his jacket and tossed it aside. His hand slid up, under the shirt you wore and latched onto your waist. You felt him grinding his hips against you, searching for friction in any way he could. His lips trekked from yours down your jaw, and to your neck while you tried to catch your breath.

“Oh, Steven!” You arched your back, pressing your chest against his.

You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He disconnected his lips from your skin only long enough for you to strip him before he latched onto your neck again. He groaned hungrily into you as you started working on his pants, undoing the button and zipper. It had felt like too long since you’d had him like this, even if it had only been a couple days. Regardless, every moment you spent away from Steven, you felt empty. Having him with you was the best feeling you could imagine.

“You’re really an eager little thing aren’t you, love?” He was out of breath, voice soft and heavy with arousal in your ear.

“Been wanting you, Steven.” You tried tugging at his pants but you couldn’t get them off. “Help me,” You whined with a chuckle.

Steven inhaled deeply as he got off the bed and took off his pants. You just watched in awe as his beautiful body was exposed to you, illuminated by the dim light of the apartment. His chest was heaving, and you were still surprised at how deceptively fit he was, even after feeling his body several times before.

“What?” He asked, giving you a side-smirk.

You shook your head slowly, “just love the way you look.”

He finished getting his pants and boxer-briefs off before kicking them to the side. He climbed back over you, hovering with his elbows on either side of your head, pressing his lips back to yours firmly. You felt his cock now, sliding on your inner thigh, transferring a trail of precum in its wake.

Steven was feeling anxious. He’d been with you before, several times, feeling your body and touching you, but he’d never had you in his bed before. He wanted to make sure he didn’t make you uncomfortable, or push you to do anything you didn’t want to do. He was just happy to have you there, but you were tempting him with the fire in your eyes, dragging your hands all over his body.

You trailed your fingertips down to his cock, tracing over his balls before caging your fingers around his girth. He had to separate his lips from yours to gasp at the sensations, the friction of you sliding over his cock forcing his body to tremble.

“Steven…” Your voice trembled as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Yes, love?” His voice sounded rough with desire.

“I think…” you paused to contemplate your next words, not wanting to say it before you were sure.

As though he could hear your thoughts, Steven said, “there’s no pressure, love, we can just go watch a movie or something, I can even take you home if you like.”

His eyes connected with yours, so full of love for you. He wanted nothing more than to feel your cunt wrapped around him, listening to your little moans and whimpers while he filled you, but he didn’t want you to do something you’d regret. He brushed over your cheek with his thumb tenderly.

“I know.” You bit your bottom lip. “I’m ready.”

Steven couldn’t help the grin that spread over his face. You trusted him, and that was enough to make his heart thump deafeningly in his ears.

“Are you sure?” He watched your expression, looking for any sense of apprehension.

You smiled and kissed him again in your excitement, “yeah.”

“Alright, aces.”

Steven’s breathing was shaky with nerves, feeling the pressure of being the one person in the world you chose to care for you like this.

He leaned back, “c’mon.” He urged you to sit and helped you remove your shirt.

Your body was trembling in anticipation of what was to come. It was hard to believe that it was happening, that you were finally doing it, but it felt right. Steven was like no one you’d ever met before, and he made you feel like no one ever had before. It was the right person, the right time, and the right place. You couldn’t think of anyone else you’d rather have this moment with.

“If you change your mind at any point, or want me to stop, just say something, alright?” He was looking right into your eyes, despite the fact that you were wearing nothing now except for your underwear.

You nodded, looking down from his eyes to his lips, just wanting to have them melting into yours again. You closed the gap, relishing in the feeling of your bare chest against his while he lowered you back down to the soft bedding. He wasted no time kissing down your neck, working his way over your collarbone and softly dragging his tongue over one of your nipples. You let out a quiet gasp, arching your back into his mouth.

Steven moaned over your peaked mound, teething your nipple gently, cock throbbing just listening to the sounds you were making. There was still a quiet nagging in the back of his mind, not Marc, not even Jake, but just his own moral compass trying to tell him that you were too naive for him to corrupt you like this. He felt for a split second that he should stop but when he looked up at you, and you looked back at him with those pleading eyes, he knew it would be impossible to say no to you.

He grabbed the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your thighs, balling them up and then tossing them over with all the other discarded clothes. He kissed down your abdomen, leaving a wet one just below your navel, and worked his way down to your already glistening slit.

It sure was a sight, your sweet little cunt, and Steven couldn’t wait to bury himself inside, but he knew he had to at least try to prepare you first. It was going to hurt, no matter how much preparation he did, but he was going to try to make it as good as possible for you. He dragged a finger from the base of your opening upward circling over your clit, biting his lip at the sound of your whines and whimpers.

That little sound he loved so much, the high pitched gasp you always made when he started flicking his tongue over your clit only served to silence his conflicted thoughts. You grabbed Steven’s head, holding on tightly to his curls and enjoying the way his mouth felt, hot and soft against your folds. He slipped a finger inside easily, you were already soaked.

“Gonna try to get a second one in there, alright love? Gotta open you up a little, make it hurt less.” Steven said, never taking his lips off of you.

“Oh…okay.” You grabbed the sheets, bracing yourself for the impending pain and holding your breath.

Steven brought a second finger to your entrance, meeting resistance almost immediately. You were so tight he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to get his cock in there when the time came. Slowly, as he pushed through the threshold, he heard you wince and hiss. While he didn’t enjoy causing you pain, he loved feeling your cunt tighten around his fingers. Your walls were soft, like velvet, clenching over his digits violently.

“You alright, darling?” He asked.

“Mhm.” You managed, lips pressed together tightly.

Both of your hands reached out to grip the sheets tightly, letting go of his hair. You really were alright, despite the burn he brought with his thick fingers. You were wet enough that the digits slipped in fairly easily, despite being painful. Your knuckles were starting to ache from how tightly you held on to the sheets.

“Try to relax, just let go, it’ll feel better soon, promise.”

You let out a sharp exhale before letting your body fall limp on the mattress. Though you were still in agony, you knew that keeping your body tense would be counterproductive. Steven hummed in approval before closing his mouth over your clit once more, gently mouthing at it. He slowly started sliding his fingers in and out of you, dragging his fingertips over your walls gently. As your cunt eased into the delicious stretch, it started to feel good, so much better than anything you’d felt him do before.

“There you go, just like that.” He moaned over your clit before flicking his tongue around it some more.

Steven thought you could handle it, so he started pumping his fingers faster, fucking them into you all the way to the base. He could tell that you were starting to enjoy yourself more, based on the way your agonizing whimpers turned into deep moans. He could definitely tell when you started angling your hips to get his fingers into you even deeper.

He had to really focus to not lose himself prematurely. It would’ve been foolish for you to finally agree to trusting him with something so precious only for him to come all over the bedding before even getting the chance to feel you.

There it was, the soft fluttering of your walls, the tightening over his fingers, you were so close. He slurped over your clit, swirling his tongue in tandem with his pursed lips to create an inexplicable sensation over your entire body. Your thighs squeezed his shoulders while you tossed your head back. The delicious glide of his digits was becoming unbearable.

“Steven, ahhh, feels…feels so good.” You groaned, turning your head to the side and biting your lip tightly.

He was more than happy to oblige, but still mindful of how tender your tight hole would be. He was so glad that it was bringing you pleasure despite the initial pain. His fingers moved faster, curling on each plunge, and your breathing shallowed while you approached your climax.

“Just like that, keep moving your tongue like…oh like that!”

There it was, the squeeze that nearly crushed Steven’s fingers inside of you and the cries he worried might wake the neighbors, until he decided he didn’t care what they thought. You were shaking the bed as your body shook and trembled over him. He slowed down as your body relaxed, coming down from the brain-fogging high.

He climbed back over you, meeting his eyes with yours. Your lids were low, and you were looking at him lovingly with a sated gaze which he was so happy to see. He closed his lips over yours, sharing the taste of your juices with his tongue. You moaned, feeling his cock rubbing against you once again, dragging over your thigh with desperation. You felt your cunt spark alive once more, ready to take him, ready to feel him filling you up. You could only hope that it wouldn’t hurt too badly.

“Are you ready? You can still say no, I promise I won’t take it to heart. I’m happy to have whatever you’ll give me, even if it’s just a smile.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, “I can’t think of anything I’d want more than this, Steven.”

Steven nodded eagerly, kissing you again as though he were trying to give you another chance to change your mind. It felt like time was going by too slow and too fast at the same time. He lined himself up with your entrance, spreading the folds over his head and looked at you again.

“S’gonna hurt, love, nothing I can do about that. I’m sorry in advance. The prep should help but…”

“I know, it’s alright,” you cupped his face in your hands and nodded, “go ahead.”

Slowly, but intentionally, Steven started to push into you. At first you thought it would be okay, just the tip was fine, but then…

“Oh my…” You gasped, leaning upward and holding onto his neck for dear life.

You felt the searing pain in your core as he tore through you, eyes shutting instinctively as Steven immediately fell into a flurry of apologies.

“Love, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s just this part that’s the worst, it will get easier.” He held onto your back tightly as he continued thrusting himself to the hilt. You gripped his shoulders with all your might. “Sorry, I’m- Are you-”

“Yes.” You said through clenched teeth, “d-don’t stop, don’t…fuck.”

You were glad he prepped you ahead of time, because you couldn’t imagine what that would’ve felt like had he not done some sort of pre-stretching with his fingers. When he pulled back, you relaxed and let go of him, laying back onto the pillows. Steven smiled at you, pressing a hand to your cheek and brushing away a tear that you didn’t know you had shed. He looked so happy to be sharing this with you.

“Thank you for trusting me with this.” He said softly.

“I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

You felt his body tremble with your words. His gaze changed from his smiling expression to a lusty gaze as he slid forward once again, your tight walls gripping him so well. You pressed your lips together in an effort not to show your pain and closed your eyes. He let out a sharp exhale while he churned inward slowly. He was so gentle, but his cock was so big. You weren’t sure when it was going to stop hurting.

“You’re doing great, love,” when you opened your eyes, his met with yours, sparkling and encouraging, “I know it hurts now, but it will start to feel good soon, I promise.”

It was tight, so tight. He’d never felt anything like it before and he was fighting the urge to piston his hips to oblivion. He was being confident for your sake, but he’d never taken someone’s virginity before. He only hoped it would feel good soon, he didn’t like to see you in pain. The sounds you were making though, the whines and whimpers of your agony, he hated to admit that they piqued his arousal, making his body tingle with desire.

Steven had an idea that he hoped might help. He leaned back, looking down between your legs but froze, seeing the streaks of red lining his cock. He’d really done a number splitting you open. The way your tight little pussy looked gripping him was mind numbing to say the least. His mouth fell open as his breathing turned ragged and you noticed.

“W-what?” You asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“I’m so sorry darling, looks like I’ve made you bleed a little.” His throat bobbed when he gulped, but then you heard him groan. He liked seeing that he spread you out like that, “looks quite nice though, sorry to say. Let me see if this helps.”

He took a bit of spit on his fingers and started rubbing his thumb over your clit gently. You were relieved when it did help negate the ache of the stretch even just a little. Steven felt it too, tossing his head back while he started churning his hips again.

“Guess it’s working, yeah? I can feel you making room for me, love.”

You nodded, breathing heavily and trying to push through the pain. It was working though, Steven’s slick movements around your sensitive bundle of nerves. His thrusts were becoming a little faster, and the delicious drag of his cock was hitting just the right spot deep inside of you. It was starting to feel good.

“Feels good…oh shit…feels really good, Steven.”

As if he wasn’t in control of his own body, he started fucking you faster, his arousal was building, and he was getting so close. Your whines turned to moans when he angled your hips to take him harder, and he knew what he was doing was working. Your eyes connected with his, and you bit your bottom lip as you reached your hands up to touch his abdomen. His toned body rippled under the soft flesh of his stomach.

“Is that feeling better love? Feels good f’me,” Steven groaned as he lifted your leg up to get in deeper. “Oh…yeah, s’really good darling.”

“It’s better…so much better I…I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer!”

“Where do you want me to…oh, love I’m so close, where do you-”

He was breathing heavily, struggling to get his sentence out.

“I have a thing, the uhh…” you were close, having a hard time speaking, “just…inside, please fucking come inside me, Steven!”

Your cunt started gushing over his cock in crushing waves, and he couldn’t last any longer. He moaned, heavier and louder than you’d ever heard as he filled you with a warmth you’d never felt before. He was pushing deep into you, far as he could go. While it pulsated, you felt the burn come back, stretching you just a little further. You felt so full.

When he was finished, glistening in sweat and face full of satisfaction, he pulled out of you. The cum burned on your freshly torn hole as it started to dribble out. You winced and tried to reach your hand down to collect what was falling out. Steven just chuckled at your efforts, watching his spend leak out of you.

“Bit late for that love, gonna need to toss these sheets right out after that.” He sighed before going to the bathroom.

You were in a mild state of shock. You couldn’t believe you’d just done that, and with your professor no less. He came back out, bearing a warm towel and some tylenol.

“Lay back, gotta get you cleaned up.”

You winced when he touched the towel to your tender folds. He was gentle, though, softly running the cloth over your skin and it helped soothe the burn.

“You’ve got to try and push it all out, then you should use the bathroom. That’s what I’ve been told.” He smirked a little, feeling a bit embarrassed trying to tell you how to care for your own body.

In truth though, you appreciated any knowledge he could give you. You didn’t know anything about this stuff, not having planned on tonight, but he seemed to know a lot. The thought struck you with a little jealousy. How many women had Steven been with before you to know all of this?

“So, you’ve done this a lot?” You said before you squeezed your abdomen, trying to get his cum out of you. You felt it dribble out.

He shook his head and let out a heavy sigh, “no, not a lot, just a couple times.”

He felt a little guilty for getting some enjoyment out of your jealousy. Who was he? An alter for a mentally ill man, playing professor at your college, far too old for you with looks that paled in comparison to yours. He was lucky to even be around you, at least that’s how he felt. To think that someone like you harbored any jealousy for him at all blew his mind.

“Wish I’d waited for you though, for what it’s worth.” He tapped your nose with his index finger before leaning in for a kiss.

“I’m glad I waited for you, Steven.”

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BAD IDEA

briefly based of bad idea by girl in red. this is kinda short and mid but that ok ig.

WARNINGS: allusions to FWB?, making out but no smut, thats kind of it !

This is probably the worst idea I’ve ever ever had. And it’s way way worse that I’m about to act on it. 

Me

Hay.  

I click send on the one word text and instantly put my phone face down on my chest, I don’t know if he will even answer, plus its 11:00pm on a friday he’s probably busy. Should I have done that, I should go and delete the message and block him and pretend this never happen-

Chris❌🚫

Oh hello sweetheart whats up :) 

I roll my eyes, of course he’s already all pleased I even texted him.

Me

Nothing wrong person.

Chris❌🚫

Rightttttt, no need to be worried, I’ve been waiting for your text.

UGH.

Me 

Uh uh. 

Chris❌🚫

Aww come on baby don’t be like that. What u need?

Should I do this, I could just not answer and Never talk to him again right? I don’t need him? 

Me

U busy?

Chris❌🚫

Never for you ma ;)

Me

Come over? need to talk.

Chris❌🚫

See was that so hard? Omw. See u in 5.

this was such a bad idea. Me and chris had a…thing going on for a while, it was basically just a big game of cat and mouse, of who would give into the other first, we would meet at a party or go over to the others house and then would go silent on each other for sometimes weeks, before one of us gave in. 

I sigh as I turn my phone off and stare at my ceiling. I don’t know why I keep going back to him, I Mean he’s not bad to me but he can’t commit and is so far up his own ass its honestly concerning.

I lie there for a few minutes before I heard rapid knocking on my front door. Hes here. I get up from my bed and walk out of my room towards my front door, I stop infront of it and take a final sigh of pure disappointment before reaching for the handle and pulling the door open.

“Hay” is the first thing he says as I open the door, his eyes trailing down my body and a smirk on his face. His brown fresh love hoodie, camo pants and his messy brown hair making him look a bit to good. This is why I always go back to him.

“Hello chris” I say moving aside from my door so he can step inside of my apartment which he does very quickly, making himself at home very quickly on my couch. 

“You want a drink?” I ask him as I walk over to my kitchen “yeah sure” he replies I nod to myself and grab two Pepsis out of my fridge and walk back over to him and hand it to him, he nods his head to the side signalling for me to sit next to him.

“I was thinking w could go to my room” I said and he nodded getting up “whatever you want ma” he smirks as he starts walking to my room me trailing behind him. The two of us sitting on my bed comfortably. The two of us just looking at each other in since for a few minutes.

“God” he sighs out loudly “your so pretty it hurts Y/n” he says quietly as if he was 7 and sharing a secret in the playground, I smile at his complement as he leans in towards me. I quickly reciprocate and meet him in the middle, our lips meshing together messily but easily, as always. 

Chris quickly moves onto his back and grabs my hips pulling my to straddle his lap, I sigh into him as his lips slowly move to my neck. 

“Chris” I sigh as I feel his lips sucking gently against my neck, my hands easily finding home in his brown curls. “Its ok ma” he mumbles against my neck. I whine and reach my hands to tug at the bottom of his shirt, signalling to him I want it off, he nods his head telling me he wants me to pull it off, he removes his lips from my neck and leans backwards giving me enough access to pull his shirt off his head, his chain falling back down against his collarbones. His chest illuminated by the purple lights on my ceiling.

I run my hands down it as I pull him back into a kiss, I feel his hands running up and down my back, sending tingling feelings through out my body, as it always did when he touches me. He slips his hands to the bottom of my shirt and quickly tugs it over my head leaving my in my black bra and shorts as he he sits back to look me over.

“Fuck… so so perfect” he says before kissing against my collarbones.

I knew it was a bad idea to start this whole thing with chris, I knew what would happen, and I knew it wouldn’t happen to him. And I was right, it has become more than just hooking up to me, he’s become more than that. Which was the whole reason I invited him over today, I need to end this whole thing, I wont be the reason my own heart gets broken, because its not his fault I’ve practically fallen in love with him

“chris” I try and get his attention 

“You ready for more” he asks and I shake my head which causes him to quickly remove himself from me and sit backwards against the headboard. I look down at my lap in embarrassment which is still stretched across his lap. I can tell he’s confused.

“Hay…” he places his hand under my chin and pushes my head up so I’m looking at him again “you ok?” He asks, concern laced in his eyes. I lightly shake my head, getting nervous as I look into his eyes.

“Whats wrong?” He asks quickly, tucking my hair behind my ears so he can see my face, I don know how to tell him we have to stop because I’ve caught feelings, I’m so lost in this whole thing. And completely and totally fucked. 

“Um…” I awkwardly chuckle, his hands lightly come to rest on my thighs, lightly caressing them, telling me to take my time and that he’s here and waiting.

“I need to tell you something, kinda important” I say as I climb off his lap and sit awkwardly next to him, the feeling of his hands too much for me to deal with right now. “Ok..” He says the confusion obvious. I just sit there for a moment as I prepare myself, I don’t know how he’s gonna react, I don’t think he could ever be cruel to me but its still scary that he could be mad or even disgusted.

“Alright, I need you to not say anything till im done ok?” I look at him seriously and he just nods “yeah ok” 

“So basically, I think we need to stop doing this. And its not you! Not you at all. Its actually all me” I let a dry, humourmess chuckle “Ive realised that I’ve started to feel…more things towards you, and know I need to end it because thats not fair on you” I take a breathe in and close my eyes waiting for a reply.

“Not fair to me?” Is all he says as e looks at his hands in his lap. I furrow my brows out of everything thats what he is questioning.

“Yeah, you didn’t sign up for feelings and I get that I don’t want to make you feel like you owe me anything just because we fuc-“

“Y/N’ he quickly cuts me off “your right, I didn’t think I wanted anything real or feelings involved” he starts, stopping to clear his throat and looking over at me.

“But I think..no i know that im in the same boat. I’ve completely fallen for you and it is scary, completely terrifying to bee honest  but if you want to….I would want to Maybe try something real with you..”

I just look over at him with wide eyes at his statement. WHAT? 

“Are you being serious? You don’t just have to say that-“

“Shut up.” He chuckles as he leans over and kisses me softly, the kiss doesn’t last long due to both of us breaking out into small giggles.

“I would really like that” I nod and he just smiles widely and nods his head “me too”.

[aka-indulgence]

Reunion (+ All new spaghetti!!!)

Your luggage rolled behind you, your heart racing. You’ve called with Sans (and Papyrus!) all throughout your work-trip, but you were going to reunite with them soon, face to face. You missed burying your face in Sans’ hoodie and the sound of Papyrus’ cooking in the background, forming your personal ‘ASMR’.

It might’ve been the only think that kept you awake, because the flight had left you with bags under your eyes, while feeling like you’ve just been covered in oil and needed a shower real soon.

Sans: where r y??? i dont see y You: omw

Sans must’ve been as nervous as you were from how often he asked where you were. But the wait was about to be over, because you’ve just exited to arrivals.

You’d say that it took you a while to find Sans, but it wasn’t that hard. You’re a morning arrival, and the morning crowd wasn’t particularly horrible. In fact you had space to stand around while scanning the ones waiting. You forgot to tell Sans that you were already outside- he was sitting and looking at his phone obsessively. Amusingly, he kept looking up from his phone, and a couple of times practically made direct eye contact with you, but in his hurry he didn’t notice.

“Sans!”

His head snapped up as soon as you called his name, eyesockets wide. Oh. He almost looked like he just went through a long flight himself. He stared at you for maybe 2 seconds before he leapt out of his seat and instantly teleported in front of you.

“holyshit you’re back!”

He instantly teleported back to the waiting area, probably so you could go home. You try grabbing the handle of the luggage, realizing it isn’t there.

“Wait... my bag!”

It was sitting abandoned in the middle of people exiting the gate.

“oops, my bad. got too excited,” Sans chuckled, his voice betraying the fact that he didn’t have enough sleep the night prior, quickly teleporting to the bag and bringing it back.

He lead you to the lobby, arm wrapped around you. He carried your luggage for you.

“Where’s Papy?”

“he’s waiting in the car.” Sans explained, nuzzling your face enthusiastically. “ah doll, i’ve missed ya so much, ya smell as good as ever.”

You giggle, waving him away as he let his teeth graze your neck. “Sans!!” you squealed, scandalous, “we’re in public!”

“i don’t care.” he states simply, “it’s been too long since i got the chance to get my hands all over ya, i’m not waiting anymore.”

Thankfully, it didn’t take long before Papyrus arrived with the car, because you might actually have to start fighting him before Sans tries doing anything more than kissing.

“HI. TINY,” Papyrus greeted, rolling down his window, made all the more humorous with the sunglasses taped to his skull.

“Papy!!!” You couldn’t resist it, you had to lean in and hug him. Normally, Papyrus would be under the pretense that any display of affection from you to him was disgusting, but even he seemed to miss you enough that he happily accepted it without yelling.

You climbed into the back with Sans (he had so bravely volunteered himself to be your lap-pillow for the trip), and you were glad to be able to stretch your legs a bit, at least more than you could on the plane.

The dull sound of the engine and subtle irregularities on the road made for a comforting make-shift lullaby while you relaxed against Sans.

“YOU KNOW, SANS HELPED ME COOK EARLIER.” Papyrus had casually mentioned.

“He did?!” momentarily, you’re awake again.

“YOUR FAVORITE, OF COURSE. THE ‘NEW AND IMPROVED SURFACE SPAGHETTI OF THE EVIL PAPYRUS’.”

“I don’t remember that being it’s name...”

“papyrus wants to patent it or somethin’.” Sans shrugged. “nothin’ actually official though. maybe if undyne comes over, he’s gonna write that down with a c inside a circle on top of the tupperware. thought of it while you were away and wanted to see if ya liked the name.”

“THAT’S NOT WHY-”

“Uh.... doesn’t roll off the tongue easily, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“...” A look of mischief grows on Sans’ face. “j-”

“SHUT IT SANS.” Papyrus immediately, emphatically said, leading to you and Sans chuckling, trying to explain ‘but i hadn’t even said anythin’!’

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Four

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Four: Someone has to Make Sure You don’t do Anything Stupid

Summary: Lucifer and Chloe struggle with the newest development in their friendship, (Y/N) and Em bond, and Kinley plots.

            Lucifer calmly played piano until his phone dinged. He smiled as he read the message from Chloe asking for a make-up date. The elevator pinged and opened. He grinned and turned, expecting Chloe to be making a surprise visit for a date at that moment. Lucifer’s smile faltered as a priest stepped into the Penthouse.

            “Who are you?” asked Lucifer.

            “I’m Father Kinley,” said the priest. “I’m here because…there’s something you need to know about Chloe Decker.”

            Lucifer sighed, got up, and poured himself a drink. “Forgive me, Father, for not offering you a drink. I have an aversion to the cloth. Daddy issues. Long story.”

            “I understand,” said Kinley. “And I do apologize for the intrusion, Mr. Morningstar. Please ju—Allow me to explain myself.”

            “Excellent course of action,” said Lucifer.

            “You see, I’m not a normal priest,” said Kinley, beginning his tale to manipulate Lucifer.

            “Was there ever such a thing?” chuckled Lucifer.

            “I mean, I’m not a normal priest in the sense that I don’t have my own congregation,” said Kinley. “I am, uh—I’m an investigator for the Vatican.” He handed a business card to Lucifer.

            “Vatican Investigator?” questioned Lucifer. “Sounds like a soon-to-be-canceled TV show.”

            “Oh, I assure you, it’s a very real job,” said Kinley. And that is why I’m here. To stop you and the Antichrist from bringing the apocalypse. “I’ve spent the last forty years traveling the globe in pursuit of the demonic. I know the divine is real. And I also know that evil walks the Earth. And that you, Mr. Morningstar—”

            “Oh, brother, here we go,” sighed Lucifer.

            “—are not it,” finished Kinley, lying about his knowledge of Lucifer’s identity.

            “Not quite what I was expecting,” said Lucifer.

            No, because you can be handled simply by being sent back to Hell. The Antichrist is the greater evil, thought Kinley.

            “So, if I’m not the Devil, then why are you here?” asked Lucifer. “And what does any of this have to do with the Detective?”

            “Oh, because Ms. Decker believes that you are,” said Kinley.

            “I see,” said Lucifer.

            “About a month ago, she came to Rome with a most outlandish tale,” continued Kinley, spinning the truth into a tale to break Lucifer and Chloe apart. “The Devil himself is hiding in plain sight, masquerading as a nightclub owner in Los Angeles. And that he’d revealed himself to her.”

            Lucifer chuckled. “Well, this is wonderful news.”

            “Wonderful? How so?” said Kinley.

            “Well, as my therapist or kid would say: talking about your issues was the first step in dealing with them,” said Lucifer. “So if the Detective did have issues with me, well, it sounds like they’ve been dealt with. She talked with a priest and (Y/N). Now, if that’s everything, Father, you can be on your merry way.”

            “I just felt that it was my duty to warn you,” said Kinley. “Because the reason she came to Rome was to, well, ‘send the Devil back to Hell.’ ”

            Lucifer chuckled. “The Detective would never do that.”

            “Chloe is a good person with a good heart,” said Kinley.

            “Finally, something we can agree on,” said Lucifer.

            “But whatever she went through, whatever drove her to Rome, it shook her to her very core,” said Kinley gravely. “She is the reason that I’m here. You need to be careful, Mr. Morningstar. God knows what she has planned for you.” He patted Lucifer’s shoulder as Lucifer stared at him and walked to the elevator.

            The doors opened before he arrived, and (Y/N) walked out holding a bag of fabric they bought. Kinley paused and watched (Y/N) give him a questioningly glance.

            The Antichrist…

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Something was off about him. Something in his eyes spelled anger. But Kinley turned away, and the doors of the elevator closed before (Y/N) could see anything else.

            “Who was that?” asked (Y/N).

            “Father Kinley, a ‘Vatican Investigator,’ ” said Lucifer absently.

            “Why was he here?” said (Y/N).

            “He says the Detective came to Rome looking for a way to send me back to Hell,” said Lucifer.

            (Y/N) crossed their arms. “You don’t believe that shit, do you?”

            “She was quite disturbed in the beginning…” said Lucifer. “And why would a priest lie?”

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes. “Priests are human. Humans lie. But even if he’s telling the truth, it could’ve been just a passing thought on Decker’s part. She was shocked by your identity. It was a lot for her, and maybe she had a passing thought when speaking to a priest in Rome that it would be better to have the Devil in hell.” They smiled at Lucifer. “Decker wouldn’t hurt you. If she ever thought to, it was a random thought that was probably pretty quickly ignored. People say a lot of stuff when they’re scared and confused. Just ignore it.”

            Lucifer looked at (Y/N) softly before smiling. “Perhaps. When did you get so wise?”

            (Y/N) grinned. “Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

            “Me? Stupid? Nonsense,” said Lucifer with a grin.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes with a smile. “Yeah, sure, Dad.” They moved to leave the room, and Lucifer stopped them.

            “Thank you for the advice,” he said honestly. He squeezed their shoulder affectionately.

            (Y/N) smiled. “You’re welcome.”

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            (Y/N) looked up from their math homework as Em came into the library with an annoyed scowl.

            “If I hear Maze talk to me about the best way to teach a baby to fight one more time, I’m going to send her right back to Hell,” grumbled Em, sitting down.

            “She’s really concerned about Linda and her pregnancy,” observed (Y/N). “It’s…sweet for Maze.”

            “Sweet? Try annoying to all Hell,” said Em. “I’m the one she runs every possible emergency scenario by. She learned what documentaries are and keeps telling me in detail what can go wrong in birth and the pain of it.”

            “Can’t blame her for being a little worried. Or Linda, actually,” said (Y/N). “I mean, it’s Amenadiel’s baby, too, which is weird enough on its own, but it’s a Celestial baby. I’d be freaked out if I was having a not-human baby.”

            “I wonder if there’ll be another birdie flying around,” said Em curiously.

            “A flying baby? Shit, Linda shouldn’t just be worried, she should be terrified,” said (Y/N).

            Em laughed and grinned, leaning on their hand and elbow. She gazed intensely at (Y/N). “Come on, you didn’t turn out that bad.”

            (Y/N) turned a little pink. That was happening more and more around Em. Weird. “Shut up.”

            Em just grinned wider. “Whatever you say, Birdie. Just saying, you’re pretty cool.”

            “…I’m waiting for the punchline,” said (Y/N), eying Em with playful suspicion.

            “No punchline. I can’t even say you’re cool for a human since you’re not one,” said Em, shrugging. She smirked.

            Here it comes.

            “But I can say you’re pretty cool when you’re not being moody,” teased Em.

            “I’m always moody,” said (Y/N).

            “Then I guess you’re actually not cool!” said Em.

            “Go back to Hell,” said (Y/N) pointedly.

            Em grinned wider. They liked (Y/N)’s face when they got annoyed. It was cute. Plus, it wasn’t as if she couldn’t see the slight smile of amusement. That was cute too. (Y/N) was cute.

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            “Mr. Morninstar, thank you for reaching out,” said Kinley, walking up to Lucifer. “Are you okay? Did Detective Decker…Did she do something?”

            “No,” said Lucifer. “And she never will.” He smiled. “I’m just here to tell you that you’re wrong about the Detective. If she’s planning anything, it’s an apology. My kid was right. Whatever she said to you, it was just the panic of her thoughts, nothing more.”

            “I certainly hope that’s the case,” said Kinley.

            “Oh, ye of little faith, Father,” said Lucifer.

            “Have you noticed her carrying a vial?��� remarked Kinley “innocently.”

            “A what?” said Lucifer.

            “A vial,” repeated Kinley. “It’s, uh, an ornate thing. It’s about the size of a plum. I got word from a colleague of mine in Rome that she’d met with a priest who was hellbent on banishing the Devil from Earth.”

            “And you all get paid to do this?” said Lucifer incredulously. “I’m genuinely asking.” He tried to walk away, but Kinley followed.

            “Supposedly, this priest has uncovered a ceremony that would—and-and bear with me—trap the Devil in Hell for all eternity,” said Kinley. “He’s shared the details of this ceremony with Chloe.”

            Lucifer chuckled. “A ceremony to banish the Devil to Hell? That is priceless. No, but seriously, you all need to take End of Days out of the Vatican movie night rotation. Definitely not one of Arnold’s best.”

            “I know. I know it sounds crazy,” said Kinley. “But Chloe was very distressed the last time I saw her. Apparently, the ceremony involves giving the subject a sacramental liquid that would sedate the Devil.”

            “Ooh. Let me guess, it’s inside the plum vial,” said Lucifer.

            “So I’m told,” said Kinley. “And if it would sedate the Devil, I feat that it involves some poison, something that would kill a normal man.”

            “You’re incorrigible, aren’t you?” chuckled Lucifer, not taking Kinley seriously.

            “Do you honestly think that I would travel thousands of miles, tell you these outlandish tales, if I didn’t take them seriously?” said Kinley. He took them so seriously he was prepared to remove Lucifer and eliminate (Y/N). “I hope beyond hope that I’m wrong. But if there is any chance that Chloe could try something, you need to be careful.”

            “Well, consider me warned,” said Lucifer, annoyed with how Kinley kept going on and on. “You may absolve yourself of any further responsibility in this matter. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have plans.” Lucifer patted Kinley’s shoulder and walked past the priest and out the church.

            Kinley firmly brushed Lucifer’s touch off as a fellow priest appeared beside them.

            “Is that the man?” said the priest, Bishop Hoffman.

            “Not a man, Your Excellency,” said Kinley. “The prophecy is real. And now that the trap is set, everything will come together soon. I even saw the Antichrist.”

            “The Antichrist…It must be quite formidable,” said Hoffman.

            “Yes,” said Kinley. He wouldn’t tell Hoffman the age of the Antichrist. No, the Bishop might see the need to be merciful. Kinley was the only one who understood the need to remove them. The Antichrist was an evil being that would bring ruin to Earth, teenager or not. Kinley would eliminate that evil.

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trans hunter week day five - hexside (@rqmdae)

Rating: General Audiences

Luz asks Hunter how he *knew*

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“Hunter! Hey, Hunter- wait up!” The lunch bell had just screamed, and Hunter was on his way out of his Advanced Brewing class when Luz broke out of the crowd and practically accosted him - not that he didn’t notice, of course, with the way the crowd made the hair on the back of his neck shoot up, but still.

“Titan, Luz, you could use a little subtlety,” he muttered. “What’s up?”

“Can we…uh…talk?” Luz was always a tightly coiled spring of energy, bouncing off the walls like a wayward grudgby ball, but today it seemed to be on another level of magnitude entirely, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, heels coming down like a jackhammer.

“We are talking.”

“Ohmygod Hunter have I ever told you that you are the worst? Because you. Are. The. Worst. Just- come on! It’s important!” She tugged eagerly on the strap of his bag and darted off into a side hallway.

“Your awesome girlfriend would be much more adept at handling your personal crises, you know!” he called after her. Alas - it was either follow her or abandon her to the whims of the trouble-sniffers, and he wasn’t quite mean enough to let her get dragged to Detention. Thus he found himself in the abandoned hallway by the Paranormatorium, instead of meeting the rest of their friends at lunch - he was supposed to be working on plans for giraffe containment with Gus, but whatever. It was fine. “So. What’s on your mind, hermanita?”

“Uhhh….you know. Stuff,” Luz said, vaguely turning her hand back and forth. “Why don’t we talk about you?”

“Luz. You were the one who dragged me here. If you don’t say something, I will be forced to conclude that you came here to profess your undying love for the Sandwitch, and who knows what that would lead to? Poor Amity would be heartbroken, for one.” The Sandwitch, as it had been dubbed by Gus, was a tuna salad sandwich that had been stuck on the ceiling of the Hexside Cafeteria for a record eleven days, in an experiment to prove that the school lunches were, in fact, made of glue. The results seemed promising for their hypothesis, but not so much for their stomachs. Not that that would stop Hunter from eating the pizza sticks, of course.

“Augh, no! Stop projecting!” Luz’s laughter died out quickly, and she clasped her hands together, lacing and unlacing them. “Okay- okay. I’ll get to the point, but…promise not to laugh, okay? Or- tell me that I’m stupid?”

“That depends on if you are stupid.”

“Hunter, seriously.”

“Yeah. Okay, I promise.” He unslung his bag from his shoulder and set it by his feet, rolling his arm in his socket. “What’s going on with you?”

“Well, uh…you’re trans, right?”

“Oh.” That hadn’t even made the top ten list of Ways-He-Was-Expecting-This-Conversation-To-Go. “Uh- yeah. Why?”

“I just…I dunno. I’ve been thinking. How did you- know?” Luz couldn’t quite meet his eyes - though, to be fair, Hunter skirted away from eye contact on the best of days.

“Luz, no offense, but I’m not exactly the all-star example here in what’s normal. Why didn’t you ask Raine?”

“I didn’t- I mean, I know they wouldn’t mind me asking, but…I don’t know. I asked you.”

“Alright. Uh…gimme a second.” Hunter screwed his eyes shut, trying to sort out pertinent memories from- those. The ones best left undisturbed, the ones he only examined late at night in the Deamonne cottage, or at his appointments, sometimes, when he felt up to it. “I guess- being a girl always felt wrong, you know? I mean, it wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t- it wasn’t me.” He shrugged, twisting his thumbs together. “One day a scout called me sir, and it just felt- so good. I mean it wasn’t, like, some automatic lever or anything, but things kind of fell into place about that. And I think Belos always sort of…wanted me to be a boy. Because- uh- that’s not important.”

“Yeah,” Luz said, nodding slowly. “Yeah- I mean, everyone’s different, but…thanks for telling me, Hunter. Really.”

“So- are you-“

“I don’t know- I mean, I like my name and all, I’m Luz, but it’s all so- ugh!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Luz Noceda, first caveman to grace the Boiling Isles - we’re here all night, folks.”

“Shut up!” Luz protested, tension leaning her in a nervous laugh. Hunter spat her a raspberry in return. “You’re impossible.”

“Mhmm. That’s what they said about my existence, too.” He picked up his back of textbooks again, and turned, waiting for Luz to follow. “Are you ready? If we don’t hurry, they’ll be out of pizza sticks.”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Luz said, inhaling deeply. “Actually- um- Hunter? Could you…start using they/them pronouns for me?”

“Oh- Yeah! Of course. Are you going to tell the others?”

“I’m not sure yet. Probably. Depends on if I have pizza sticks to boost my confidence.” She crouched low, pulling a small stack of glyphs out of her pockets. “Race ya.”

“Oh, you’re on.”

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rewatching ridonculous race and I just came up with the wildest 'crack' thought that would prob be single-handedly genius or The Worst Thing Ever.

as usual I’m making it everyone’s problem lmao

a Dave & Keith duo team participating in the race. And their team name is ‘liked the same girl’ or smth like that idk

some extra details:

Sky definitely forced them into it as a ‘Bonding Experience’ bc of the complaining and arguing (and plus she was tired af of how annoying they are). I like to think after PI, Dave approached her and genuinely actually apologized for his actions, like he finally realized how unhinged he turned into and regretted it, and she apologized too for leading him on and not handling the situation better, and they respected the ultimate decision to not date but remained a weird combo of acquaintance-friends. there was a lot of apologizing, crying (bc of course there is), words said, and it took a while but they overcame that massive hurdle.

naturally, Keith isn’t so quick to trust the guy though, and Dave still has bad memories abt him so the tension between them still remains thick.

them arguing legit the entire time they’re on, and live to make each others lives more annoying while facepalming at the others stupidity. (they're a hit among the viewers btw, bc of course they are)

“says the girlfriend-kisser!” “for the last time, I didn’t know you two were dating or else I wouldn’t have kissed her!” “pfft. yeah that’s what you’d like to think.” “uh, yeah, I do think that. because her lips have touched yours and who knows how disgusting your lips are and where they’ve been.” “excuse me, you take that back right now!” “I don’t hear you denying it, bad kisser.” “is that the best you’ve got, Mr. Not Getting Any?” "that's not what the girl you thought liked you was thinking when she kissed me--oh, too soon?" "I will fucking murder you."

everyone else, hearing this go down: what the fuck

homoerotic tension but no one rlly knows whether that tension is due to them actually having underlying emotions other than ‘deep dislike’ or whether that’s just an add-on to their rivalry and they’re just dumb enough to say stuff with double meanings

similar to the point above, no one rlly knows whether to consider them ‘dating but doesn’t know it yet’ or simply enemies

Dwayne Sr. and Dwayne Jr. watching Pahkitew Island on the plane rides and bombarding Dave with questions abt his time there, and making fun of certain parts of the show. Keith is happy to indulge if it means making fun of Dave’s worst moments (“which are like all of them!” “at least I had guts to audition for that damn show.” “are you calling me a coward?” “congratulations. you’ve connected the dots.”)

idk whether they’d end up having a rivalry with another team or if they’re so invested in each other that no one else wants to get between that lmao

it’s funny bc they waste no time rubbing each other the wrong way, but for the sake of winning challenges they’d set aside their rivalry temporarily and work together (and ironically, they make a pretty good team). idk how they’d react if another team made fun of either of them—probably not the most positive; I feel like they’d be the type to laugh at the others misery/frustration at first, but if a certain line is crossed, intervention occurs.

I’ve this silly hc that Noah and Dave are family friends, so interactions between them and the occasional Keith ones are bound to be interesting

I literally don’t know what Keith would look like. When I was younger, I imagined him looking like a sort-of Duncan without the dyed hair (yeah, idk either). But now I’m like ‘would Sky rlly date a guy like that? she’d want to be with someone more sporty and athletic and competitive, probably.’ and now I’m stumped on trying to imagine Keith looks-wise 😭

perhaps he's a combination of the two?? bc I also can't see Sky dating the jockest jock to ever jock lmfao

they have to go through the sewage system in the prison episode, and Dave gets flashbacks from Pahkitew and he's all 'nope, not happening. I'm not touching that disgusting water, do you know how many germs and bacterias are in there?', so Keith's like 'ffs you dramatic shit' and has to carry Dave or piggy-back him until they reach the exit while Dave's alternating between clinging to him like a koala and leaning as far away from him as possible without falling off. (I'm sensing potential bonding over Dave's germaphobia and stuff).

Keith def kept up on the Pahkitew Island season so he knows exactly what Dave is talking abt when he refers to certain episodes.

The Haters/Daters love them, they're all like "those two know what's up. they're exactly like us" and Keith & Dave are like "...no we're not??" and the Haters/Daters are like "you're not dating?!"

Keith doesn't lose his shit easily, he's actually pretty chill and patient--which makes sense given in most sports, you gotta be patient. (Dave's the one who gets all emotional tbvh.) But, naturally, Dave's the only exception when it comes to the whole 'not losing shit easily' deal

"he's your boyfriend. you calm him down." "he's YOUR family friend though?! and for the last time, we're not dating!" -- a Noah and Keith interaction

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A Needed Thing

Fandom: Star Trek

Characters: Bones, Jim

Summary: Bones proposes that Jim should do weekly tickle therapy sessions to help with his mood and Jim is finally forced to talk about it.

A/N: Shy blushy Jim! That is all.

Words: 950

It wasn’t as if Bones hadn’t known about it, but it was one thing being gently (and desperately) coaxed into it and to watch it happen before him without his involvement. He wasn’t really jealous, but the sound caught his attention mostly because he rarely heard it from afar and he found his gaze lingering. He wasn’t sure of what his expression was when Jim caught his eye, but the way timidness washed over him made Bones wonder if he’d been smiling, just a little.

Jim hadn’t been avoiding him per se, but it was exceptionally difficult to get him alone the following days, as if Bones would corner him and force him confess to it all, when simply all Bones wanted was to make a proposition.

“A proposition?” Jim asked, having finally entered his quarters without excuses. He crossed his arms where he was sitting across from Bones, sinking into the couch ever so slightly.

“Well, I couldn’t help but notice- relax, I won’t tease you, I’m simply making an observation, okay?”

“Okay.”

“So, I know you like being tickled-”

“Lord,” Jim said, standing, but Bones grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down. “You said you weren’t going to tease.”

“If that was teasing to you I know you wouldn’t survive the real deal. Let me talk, okay?”

Jim crossed his arms again. “Okay.”

Bones rolled his eyes. “Right. Well, I know you like it because I’ve had to endure years of you begging for it- ap! Don’t protest.” Jim closed his mouth again with a huff. “And seeing the way you let Uhura tickle you and did very little to get away made it all the more obvious. It was adorable, might I add.”

“Oh, shut up,” Jim said, pinkening. “I was humoring her.”

“Of course you were. But anyway, to my point.”

“Oh, you have one, have you?”

“Shut up. It didn’t escape my notice that you’re always in a better mood when tickled-”

“I will leave this conversation, Bones.”

“-and I propose you might have to make it a weekly thing. Tickle therapy, if you may. I know how difficult this past year’s been and I think it would do you good.”

Jim didn’t reply now even though Bones had fallen silent, but simply rubbed at his neck, a nervous habit he’d not been able to shake even as he’d become captain. He was bright red, and Bones allowed him to feel his embarrassment rather than try to soothe him. It would only make it worse, but Jim had gotten better at handling this emotion, or at the very least to hide it behind a facade of confidence. It was different with just Bones, though. He’d seen this boy blush his head off more times than he could count and had enjoyed it for most of them.

He felt sorry for him now, wondering if he should’ve just kept the idea to himself and tickled him weekly without mentioning the reasons; that it made him happy and relaxed and that he probably needed it more than ever now. But one part of him was desperate for Jim to finally talk about this with him. He’d never really done it before.

“Jim?” he said tentatively when Jim still didn’t talk and Jim met his gaze only because he knew there would be no judgment there. “What do you think?”

Jim hummed, his blush spreading down over his neck. “I, uh, can see why you thought of it. I know you know things I’ve not told you about.” He trailed off, looking down at his lap. “I’m not sure why I get like this about it.”

“Shy?”

“I guess,” he said with a shrug.

“It’s okay,” Bones said. “Both to feel shy and to let yourself be vulnerable.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” Bones grinned ever so slightly and Jim let out a laugh.

“Okay, maybe I’m not acting as if I do, but I promise I do. As for your idea- well, it’s not a bad idea, but-”

“But?”

“I don’t know if I want to turn it into therapy? Like, I feel like it would turn it into a chore of some kind and not something I get when I want it.”

Bones deflated. “That makes sense.”

“But,” Jim added quietly. “I, uh, can come to you when I need it. If that’s okay? So instead of a weekly thing it will just be a, uh, needed thing.”

“That sounds good actually. Well, it won’t be very different from what you’ve been doing anyway,” he said with a smirk and Jim flushed again. “But this time around I can stop pretending not to know what you want.”

“I knew you were playing dumb.”

“Well, if you wanna be vague you’ll have to deal with the consequences. So what should our code be? I assume you’re not gonna just ask for it.”

“Oh, uh.” Jim rubbed at his neck. “Maybe I can just say that I need it?”

“That works.”

“Bones.”

“Mm?”

“I need it.”

Bones was more than willing to comply, scooting closer immediately and going for his knees, squeezing just above the kneecaps and making Jim curl up with a surprised laugh. Nothing unusual. They’d done this so many times Bones could almost predict all of Jim’s reactions to this one sided tickle fight entirely correctly. It was familiar. It was safe.

Jim laughed and Bones tickled, one hand still on his knee while the other poked at his ribs, and Jim would eventually grab his wrists and hold onto them as Bones kept tickling, until it became too much and he would beg and fall to the floor, or something like that.

They’d done this before and would do it again.