#there’s no way in hell i’m taking this ask seriously i’m sorry anon

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Could you do the mercs with an s/o who is like- almost comically short?

Oh boy wouldn’t it be a shame if this anon asked me to do a size difference nsfw headcanons one next? Wink wink.

Mercs with an S/O who’s a small menace to society

WARNING: Older bigger men bullying the ever living shit out you. (kinda hot though?)

Scout:

- Scout will not hesitate to make fun of you at every given moment. He’s a decently tall dude so he’ll manhandle you a lot. Holding you in his arms like a personal teddy bear. Overall walking around with you in his arms.

- You bite his arms when you’re bored and he flinches and goes “Ow! What are you? A fuckin’ goblin?!” (Doesn’t he know? The smaller you are, the closer you are to hell.)

- “I could probably slug you into the stratosphere y’know.” He says. You don’t want to test that theory.

- When he’s upset he’ll pick you up, go into his quarters and lay there with you in his arms. Just like the aforementioned teddy bear analogy. If you’re screeching and biting like a fucked up chihuahua that doesn’t deter him.

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Soldier:

- Keeps giving you petnames like “Boot.” “Little one.” “Rat bastard.” (Ignore that last one.) and cheesy shit like that. Treats you how a rich middle aged white woman would treat her teacup pig. You’re being strapped to his back in a baby carrier while he rocket jumps.

- Gets incredibly rough with you on purpose. He likes seeing your squeaks and angry reactions. This guy definitely has a height difference thing. Throws you at enemy lines at like mach 20 knowing full well you’ll shred them like a fucking gremlin. Or stuffs you into his rocket launcher. Pick your evil.

- Lies about you being younger in order to pay less in restaurants. He somehow gets away with this 90 percent of the time. Spy is kind of envious that he didn’t even think of that.

- “NO! WAIT! DONT SHOOT! HANGFIRE! CHILD ON BATTLEFIELD!” He raises you above his head. You’re unbelievably pissed. You’re a grown ass adult. But the enemy lines somehow hesitate which abides him time to blow everyone up. He has no reason to be this smart about your height.

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Demoman:

- The first time he saw you he burst out laughing. Really hard. Like nearly fell over and shit. He couldn’t stop laughing like actually. It took him days to even approach you properly and finally call you adorable.

- Picks you up when you can’t reach something off the top shelf and instead of helping you get it, he just sits you atop the shelf and leaves you there. They have to call either Heavy or Sniper in order to get you down.

- You take advantage of your height and perch on his shoulders like a parrot. The other mercs don’t understand why Demoman has a pet gremlin.

- “Er’ is my crotch goblin Y/N. They’re gonna bite your dick off if ye cap this point lad!” You can’t say you disagree with that.

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Engineer:

- A romantic partner whose tinier than him? Sign him the fuck up. Cradles you like a baby and kisses your head. Bounces you on his lap to soothe you. Expect a lot of sitting outside on the rocking chair at night while he rocks you in a blanket.

- You make grabby hands to him for uppies and he feels like he’s not allowed to say no. “Aww, sugarplum…” He cooes, setting down whatever he was working on and lifting you up into his arms. He might tickle your tummy if you’re fine with that :)

- Picks you up by the scruff of your uniform like a mother cat when you’re misbehaving. He will stare in amusement if you struggle.

- “Careful outside on the Badlands, darlin.. Never know when one of ‘em damn condors might be circling you.” You can’t decide if you want to kiss this man or kill him.

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Heavy:

- You’re literally so small he’s scared of accidentally stepping on you or something. Always has to wiggle his way around you in the base corridors and mutter what you assume to be an apology in Russian. What you don’t know is that he’s actually cursing out the Administrator for hiring such a tiny Merc. What if you get squashed by falling debris or something?

- HE PICKS YOU UP WITH ONE HAND. YOU ARE IN HIS FUCKING FIST. YOU ARE BEING HELD LIKE AN ICE CREAM CONE.

- Treats you like a fucking stress ball. scoops you up in his hands and squishes your cheeks. Lays you on his lap like a small kitten belly up. No amount of biting or awful demon noises will ever convince him to do otherwise. Chuckles lovingly at your tiny anger. “Little, little, little. Tiny like the ant.” He baby talks you.

- Due to your height it’s impossible to bother him. Unlike the others. You can gnaw at his ankles and scratch at his chest but he remains unmoved like a large boulder. Threatens to splat you against the wall like one of those rubber toys and turn you into a pancake.

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Pyro:

- In his point of view you’re actually terrifying. He doesn’t know why. But you stand out from the rest in their beloved Pyroland. You’re a creature from the primordial depths of hell that has come to eat their soul. You’re uncanny as shit.

- When they meet you for the first time it takes for godamn ever for the Mercs to finally figure out why Pyro was behaving so erratically and out of character. Engineer finally convinces poor Pyro to speak to you and it doesn’t end up in vain. You’re actually a pleasant scary monster.

- Spies don’t scare them. Pyro can kill spies with no effort. But you? Holy shit. Sometimes he doesn’t hear you come up behind them and this usually leads to Pyro spontaneously crying because you startled them. (Your team’s Spy is VERY envious of this.)

- You think this is great! You decide to play a prank on them by crawling on all fours down the dark hallway. Pyro looks like a deer in headlights. All tensed up like a cat attempting to look bigger. Two seconds later the entire base is on fire. You have to explain yourself to the other Mercs how this happened and it’s embarrassing.

- Whenever you kill someone on the battlefield it’s horrific shrieking mixed in with fleshy eating sounds.

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Sniper:

- Calls you stuff like “Baby bear.” Mostly because he purposely holds you like a mama koala in his camper van’s bed and in the sniper nests. You cling to his lap and listen to his heartbeat while he scopes out the window.

- Same as scout to some extent. Carries you around wherever he goes and holds you like a plush doll. “Easy there on the lil’ daggers, mate.” You keep digging into his skin to hold steady.

- Growls at you when you bite him. Something about you both is evil and animalistic. Bites you back on your “scruff” when you bother him too much. He wants to shake you around in his teeth like a fucking chewtoy but he knows full well that might accidentally kill you. Has straight up cute aggression around you.

- Sniper your furry is showing. Helen, get yo fuckin dog bitch.

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Medic:

- “Well it seems you stopped growing at a certain age. That typically is due to genetics and other factors.” He says after looking at X-rays of your finger bones. Tracing his finger over the image of your growth plates as he squints to see better. He fixes his glasses back up on his nose and scratches his chin.

- He gives you a mischievous side smile. It’s unsettling. He secretly finds the size difference incredibly attractive. He tells you to take the lead vest off and waves his hand dismissively when you question his creepy expression. “What?! It is just my usual smile. I always look like this.”

- You’re not convinced. You take the vest off and straighten your team uniform a bit to get yourself situated. Without warning he grabs you by the wrist as you attempt to leave. “Ah-ba-ba-ba! I didn’t say you could go yet.” He pulls you against his chest. Forcibly. His natural heat was causing your heart beat out of your chest. He kneeled down and wrapped his arms around you. Cupping a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t move.

- The way you were (in theory) powerless was exhilarating for him. He placed his free hand on your chest and marveled in your heartbeat. Really? That’s all he wanted? Medic let out a long pleasured sigh. “Oh, that’s gooood.” He feels like he could potentially hold your tiny heart in a cute little decorated specimen jar but that would kill you, sadly. Can’t have that.

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Spy:

- Has unimaginable amounts of trauma from his father figure and you help him cope with said trauma a lot by being small. He deeply regrets passing by the chance of raising Scout. That in-and-itself was also a traumatic experience for him. Whenever it isn’t romantic lovey dovey adult time you lay in his arms and he looks over your adorable small body with adoration in his eyes.

- He rubs your small cheek and although he’s still frowning like always — you know full well this man is losing his mind on the inside. This was oddly healing for him. He felt butterflies in his chest as he gave you the love that his family never gave him. Jesus christ, somebody get this man a silicone baby or some shit. And a therapist. Mostly a therapist.

- He has no idea how to baby you to be honest. No fucking clue and he isn’t great at this. He does what he’s seen people do before in public. Wrap you in a blanket and pats your back. He says nothing as he does this. “There’s a scared little boy behind that mask isn’t there?” You ask him lovingly.

- He avoids eye contact after you say that. Looking away shamefully. His mouth twitches. You put your head under his chin contently.

- He stalks you and monitors you on the battlefield. Ready to stab the ever living crap out of anyone who overpowers you. In a particularly rough situation with an enemy heavy he risks his own life to backstab the opponent. You batter him for being too bold and exclaim that he could’ve killed himself. But Spy side eyes you, fixing his tie and cloaking away. He was secretly proud of himself that he had finally managed to protect somebody smaller than him. To make up for all the times he wasn’t there for Scout.

[gay-dorito-dust]

hey hey, was wondering if you could do a headcannon for jason and dick when their s/o is sick cause im sick as hell rn and need some comfort <3

I hope you get better anon and I also hope that this gives you something to chuckle at in the meantime.

Jason:

He’s like a mother hen when your sick and it wouldn’t been funny…had you not been sick and forcibly bed bound by him.

‘Jason.’ You groaned. ‘I’m dying.’

Jason looks at you blankly. ‘Hi dying I’m Jason, now take your god damn medicine.’

He takes your recovery more seriously and makes sure that you take your medicine on time when they were needed. And if you were to make things difficult for yourself, he will straddle you if needs be just for you to take medicine that you were upset wasn’t grape flavoured…

Will tuck the blankets right under your chin if you’re feeling cold and if you were still feeling cold, he’ll offer you one of his warmer hoodies to wear in hopes that they’d stop.

He honestly can’t either you sometimes but has to remember that he loves you and that he’d stick by you no matter what, even if you do act like an outraged child when sick.

God sake do not ask him to get you ice cream when you’re sick, he will forbade you from eating that crap. You’re meant to be getting better, not worse.

He even makes you a nice warm soup amongst other foods to help you during your recovery process also.

Jason may seem strict in his methods in taking care of you but he means well and will apologise if he thinks he’s been a bit too much of a dick by sitting bedside and holding your hand, kissing it every so often.

‘I’m sorry if it seems like I’m being harsh chipmunk, I’m only trying to help.’ He’d say.

‘If you’re being sorry for being a dick, then it’s only fair that I say sorry for acting so childish when you’re only trying to help. And I really appreciate you for everything you’ve done for me.’ You’d reply as you both let out a chuckle before you allowed Jason to take care of you without any complaints to be made.

You get better by the end of the week and Jason spoils you by letting you have all the ice cream you could dream of, but please for his sake don’t eat it too fast and get brain freeze.

Dick:

Will let you eat ice cream because how can he say no to your sad, sick face.

Even when sick Dick spoils the hell out of you.

Does not make the situation any better in all honesty.

He’ll probably take more offence that you were sick than yourself as he takes your temperature and tutting.

‘38°?’ Dick says as he looks down at the thermometer and muttering under his breath, ‘Not good.’

You only look at him blankly before sniffling as you cling to your plush frog, unamused. ‘I hate you.’

He’d might even get Hayley to help ‘heal’ you by just letter her be her cutest self and not currently crushing your legs, seeing as how she’s not a little blue pup anymore. she’s yours and Dick’s baby however and you didn’t care because seeing her try to nurse you back to health with her licking never failed to put a smile on your face.

‘Thank you sweetheart Im beginning to feel much better.’ You say as Hayley continued aggressively licking your arms, hands and face.

If you were to tell dick you were cold/still cold, his immediate response was the cuddle you but when you stop him to remind him that your sick, he only shrugs and probably boasts that he’s got great immunity before cuddling you. (Lies utter lies)

Let’s be honest he probably ends up getting sick after you start to recover and demands for you to repay him for taking care of you.

dick is okay at making food but might mutter ‘this isn’t the way it looked when Alfred made it’ under his breath while making you some simple soup before consulting Hayley, who only whimpers and shies away from it.

‘Take out it is then.’ He’d say and tries to take credit for it once it comes, but you see through the bullshit but we’re too sick to say anything about it.

[ceilidho]

Hi crazy Johnny with a single mam anon back because im insane and have brainrot and am seriously contemplating writing it bcus i feel compelled by the power of Christ (Johnny’s cock) to write something pervy and nasty and creepy but ultimately sweet but im also just braindumping and sharing bcus not enough johnny content floating around I fear so have to pull up my bootstraps and do it myself (this is so long ceil im so very sorry)

anyways so I think this is sooo much hotter if Johnny is either on a prolonged medical discharge or he’s been forced into retirement for one reason or another (because then can keep an eye on you lol) he and like this has been touched on before but he’s just got. nothing to fucking do. And holy hell he’s going crazy. He needs something to do. So his silly, terribly adjusted brain latches onto the poor single mam next door who DEFINITELY needs his help.

Im a sucker for forced codependency. You, who thinks you’re doing great on your own, versus ‘can’t handle this all on yer own, eh little lass?’ Johnny MacTavish. He’s SO fucking subtle about it. Commenting on how hard it must be to have to raise a baby all your own, and gods love you just look knackered here let me take the bairn for a bit. He comes round and makes little comments about your house being messy (disorganised, but not messy) and immediately starts ‘sympathising’ because you just mustn’t have time to clean up but it’s important to keep hazards out the way of the baby, here he’ll *help*.

Never questions your ability as a mother, god no, just slyly drops suggestions that you’re not coping as well as you thought. And it fucking NAGS at you. And eventually, you start going to Johnny more and more for help. I honestly think he would cause problems in your flat (fixable ones, like fucking up the electrics or messing around with the pipes but stuff he knows he can fix) so you either have to A. Move in with him temporarily or B. Have to ask him to fix them. Eventually just says that your landlords a cunt for letting you live in a shithole and insists you just move in with him permanently. You do (it’s not really up for debate).

He doesn’t use condoms. I’m sorry he just doesn’t, but he will TELL you that he does- especially the first time you have sex. You’re all worried because ‘oh god Johnny I’m not on birth control I just put it off after I had the baby and we didn’t use a condom-‘ and he’s immediately tucking you into his chest and stroking your hair and shushing you ‘divvint be daft lass, course i wrapped it up, stupid thing just broke. Did ye not realise? Must’ve been heat o’ the moment, don’t worry yer little heed about it alright? Johnny’s here.” and kisses you on your hair and lulls you into sleep. Adamantly denies whispering about how pretty you’re gonna look pregnant as if he’s trying to subliminal you into pregnancy. lol.

Will legally adopt your baby. Like he’ll suggest it, straight up. And you’re probably a bit taken aback because it’s only been six months but he is insistent. This is probably the catalyst for his ‘im the biological dad’ delusions. Once he’s down as the father he’s actually losing his mind a little. Can imagine Simon or Gaz popping round to check up on Johnny on their next leave and suddenly he has a family and they’re actually a little concerned because when Gaz makes a comment about the baby’s being cute Johnny’s like ‘Yeah we did a good job, didn’we lass?” and between the two of them there’s just silence because johnny this is not your baby but they can see that slightly deranged look in his eyes. Defo asks about all the heavy details of your pregnancy and labour and the first few months so he can pretend like he was actually there for it and will talk about it as if he were actually there (extra bonus points if Gaz actually pulls you aside in the kitchen and asks about Johnny’s behaviour and tells you to be careful LMAO).

So yeah anyways.

PLEASE WRITE THIS IM BEGGING YOU!!!!!! im screaming at that last bit i need this so bad please......i don't ask for much but i swear to god please write this for me. this idea was designed in a lab to inflict the maximum amount of psychic damage on me. please write this and i will happily beta/edit it for you if you need any help omg

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

!"are we still friends?" kiss w/ inumaki!

prompt// heartbeat getting faster with every passing second, their hands on your waist, one coming up to your jaw, whispering your name softly, before just going for it. coming absolutely undone as your hand reaches to tug on their hair (prompt from @jasminesfury)

pairing// toge inumaki x gn!reader

word count// 1.8k

contents// jujutsu high is a college, inumaki communicates through sticky notes, inumaki uses his cursed technique to get what he wants, ooc inumaki ?

notes// these kissing prompts r too good not to use sorry not sorry! also yes him using his cursed technique was inspired by that one anon... also any information i say about a character's likes? or like favorite food, i get from jjk fandom wiki dont come for me if its not right ok baiiii <3

You and Inumaki are best friends— or were. Right now, he’s not quite sure where the two of you stand considering how you’ve been acting towards him lately. He and, quite frankly, anyone with eyes could see how uninterested you were acting toward him. You avoided his touch, kept conversations short, avoided eye contact, hell, you tried to avoid him all together—you were ignoring him. It wasn’t like you were doing it on purpose, though! …Okay, you definitely were, but you also definitely had a good reason to. The whole reason this started was because of last week.

You and Inumaki are best friends; you’d obviously take any chance you could to hang out with him, and you thought that was the only reason why—because he’s your best friend—but that day you quickly learned that was not the case. You and Inumaki sat under a tree in a random park. When the weather was nice and your schedules aligned, the two of you would often have picnics together. On these picnics, you two had this unspoken agreement of bringing each other food; he’d bring you what you liked or what he thought you’d like, and you’d do the same for him. You watch him intently as he places all the food he got for you near you, and you smile when he’s finished and is staring at you patiently, waiting for you to do the same.

You ignore his gaze and what he wants, instead tilting your head at him and asking, “What’s your favorite food?”

Inumaki’s face drops, and a pout replaces his previous faint smile as he pulls out a sticky note pad and scribbles, “Are you joking?”

You commit to the bit. “No, I’m serious! What’s your favorite food?”

You watch him fervently rip that note off to write on another one, “Wait, you seriously don’t know?”

The way he’s staring at you makes you relent. “Just humor me for a second Inumaki?” you plead with a soft smile, reassuring him that it’ll be worth it.

He stares at you curiously before nodding and writing, “Tuna mayo onigiri.”

You hum with a nod. “Right, thought so,” you say. “Guess what I have!”

Inumaki’s eyes light up as he excitedly taps his finger against the words he just wrote. His reaction doesn’t take you by surprise; you’ve seen him react like this plenty of times before. It’s what you love about him—how excited and happy he gets about things and isn’t afraid to show it—but something is different. The sun is shining on his face perfectly; it gleams off his eyes, and the way the wind slowly blows past and the trees and flowers behind him sway softly with his hair has you completely mesmerized. So mesmerized, in fact, that Inumaki had to practically shove the notepad in your face for you to even realize you were staring.

You shake your head as if shaking yourself out of your trance, silently acknowledging to yourself that it was odd, but you digress. “Sorry! But yes, I do have that for you!”

He drops the notepad and holds out his hand expectingly, and you giggle as you place the onigiri in his hand. He bows his head slightly at you to say thank you before he digs in, and you smile warmly at him.

“I’ve been trying to get it for you the past few picnics, but they were always out,” you say, frowning. “But today I went early, and they actually had some!”

He acknowledges you with a glance, and your heart skips a beat just from the brief moment that your eyes meet. You try to ignore it, though. You try to ignore how you can’t keep your eyes off him, the butterflies in your stomach, and how warm you feel. Maybe you’re getting sick? Yeah, that must be it. You don’t know how long you got distracted by simply admiring him, but by the time you came back to reality, he was done with his food and writing something on his sticky notes.

He holds up the notepad, asking, “Are you okay?”

You scoff slightly. “Of course I’m okay.”

He frowns at you before scribbling, “You haven’t touched any of your food.”

You look down at the food before returning your gaze to him and awkwardly smiling. “Ah yeah, just not all that hungry, Inumaki...”

You watch him study your face quickly before writing, "Are you sick?” He doesn't give you time to reply before placing the back of his hand on your forehead, and if you weren't already flustered before, you most definitely are now. You're too shocked by his actions to say anything, but it doesn’t matter when he's already scribbling a new sentence. “You feel warm.”

“I'm sure it's nothing, Inumaki,” you try to reassure.

He hands you a sticky note that says, “We should get you back to your dorm and stop for medicine on the way,” before beginning to pack up the left-over food.

You roll your eyes and place your hand over his to stop him, and the way he looks up at you has your brain going blank, so much so that he has to shoot you a questionable look in order for you to realize what you were doing.

You quickly remove your hand from his and clear your throat. “It’s fine, I promise. I probably just have to sleep it off, okay?”

Inumaki doesn't bother writing anything down and instead just stares at you blankly.

“If I'm still ‘sick’ by tomorrow, we can go get medicine, okay?”

He nods, ultimately accepting that answer, but he wishes he didn't because tomorrow never came. You didn't die, obviously, but you might as well have. You started ignoring him the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, and... you get the point.

Inumaki has no idea what he did; he tried to ‘talk’ to you the best he could. He’d leave you sticky notes, and you would hardly acknowledge them or him. Did he do something wrong? He knows most people found him intimidating at first because of his cursed technique and were hesitant around him, but you never were, so why are you acting like it now? Maybe he came off too strongly; maybe you got suffocated being his only friend—well, not his only friend, but his closest friend; maybe you just had enough. Inumaki told himself he was just going to let whatever happens happen, but he couldn’t. So he said he'd find you after class and corner you if he really had to; you’re already ignoring him; what's the worst that could happen after that? But he couldn’t wait till after class tomorrow; he couldn't sleep; he just laid in bed anxiously, which is why he now finds himself standing at your door. He doesn’t think twice about knocking; he wants—no, he needs—to know why you're ignoring him.

You're surprised to see him there, and his twisted-up face makes your heart drop. You're not sure if he's worried, angry, or both.

“Inumaki, hey.” You’re afraid to look at him for too long, fearful that he’ll look back and figure out your feelings for him, so you leave the door open and start walking away. “Come in.”

He does so, shutting the door behind him. You’re a few feet away from him, so he tries to close the distance between you two, only for you to take the same number of steps back. Inumaki frowns and pulls out his sticky notes.

“Are we still friends?”

No, because you’d rather be more—if it isn't obvious by now, the entire reason you’ve been ignoring him is because you've finally realized how deeply in love with him you are.

You avoid his gaze and zero in on your floor instead, nervously laughing. “Of course, Inumaki, why wouldn't we be?”

You hear him scribble something down before the sticky pad shows up in your field of vision. “You’ve been ignoring me.”

You push his hand out of your vision. "No, I haven't.”

You hear more scribbling before one of his hands grabs your chin and lifts your head up to face him. Your eyes fluttered at the action, and you hope to god he didn't notice. He shakes the notepad in his other hand to draw your attention to it. “Yes, you have.”

You can't lie to him when it's like he's staring straight into your soul. “Okay, fine, maybe.”

Though you wish you did when his face drops and he slowly lets go of your jaw to write, “Why?”

You take a step back, and he takes one forward. “It doesn’t matter.”

He frowns and shakes his notepad slightly as if to emphasize his point, “Yes, it does.”

“It doesn't because I'm gonna stop ignoring you, okay?”

“But why were you ignoring me?” he scribbles frantically.

You sigh. “Just drop it, Inumaki, please?”

He shakes his head.

“Inumaki, just forget about it, and we can go back to normal, okay?”

He narrows his eyes at you and writes, “Just tell me! I won't get mad; I just want to know why.”

“Inumaki, seriously drop it,” you say as you turn to walk away, but you don't get far before you hear a clatter of Inumaki’s things hitting the floor, and he grabs your wrist, pulling you into him. He has your wrist to his chest, and your other hand is instinctively pressing against him, while his other hand is on your waist. You grow flustered by how you two are body-to-body, with no space to be found between the two of you, and you look at him wide-eyed, both of your breathing becoming heavier with each passing second. You're about to push yourself off of him or tell him to let go of you, but any thought of doing something vanishes the minute you see him start to open his mouth.

“Tell me,” he says softly yet firmly.

You can't even attempt to fight against his command as the words "I like you" pour out of your mouth against your will.

The minute the words leave your mouth, you go wide-eyed in shock from your confession, and from how he used his technique on you, he’s equally as wide-eyed. You try to yank your wrist free from his hold, but he has an iron grip on you no matter how hard you struggle.

You begin to murmur nervously, your voice trembling with embarrassment, "Inumaki-"

But your sentence is quickly cut short when he leans in. He hesitates for a moment before just going for it and kissing you. You don't kiss back at first in shock, but once you grasp what's going on, you quickly melt into the kiss, practically turning into liquid with the way your legs try to give out on you. You quickly tangle your free hand in his hair; he releases his grip on your wrist and places that hand on your waist as well, while you cradle his face with your newly freed hand. You two stand there kissing and holding each other for what seems like forever before he finally pulls away, both of you nearly panting.

“So, uh, does this mean we’re not friends or-“

© LITTLEXBIMBO

[sapphire-writes]

Teacher's Pet (modern!HOTD)

read the second installment Lessons

pairing: professor!Aemond x student!Reader

summary: A night out during the spring semester of your senior year of university leads to a run-in with your former professor.

warnings: NSFW 18+ (explicit sex, unprotected, fingering, oral fem-receiving, overstimulation, titty sucking, praise, degrading language) mature themes, power imbalance

word count: 4.5k

note: I got a saucy little anon saying y'all needed a student x teacher fic from me, and to celebrate 3,000 besties I had to deliver!! thanks for all the love and support, you all mean the absolute world to me! Excited to keep creating for you all, ilysm 😘

You and your best friend Sara Snow grew up together, and spent nearly every waking moment attached at the hip. You know those friends you have that are more like siblings than friends? Sara was more like your twin. So when she stayed in your hometown going to Winterfell State, and you traveled to Citadel University, it was like you’d lost a limb. 

Which meant you had to visit each other as frequently as possible. Sometimes you’d travel back home and visit Sara, and other times she’d come to you. Sara preferred visiting you, she loved the wine bars and clubs of Oldtown.

“The vibe is just different here,” she says, sipping her wine, “I love it. Very chic.”

You’d chosen a new wine bar to explore this time around. It’s a super cute place, with low lighting and a chalkboard bar and tables, with chalk for drawing laid out on all the tables. Sara, being mentally 12 years old, had already drawn a veiny cock in front of you. You swipe it away with your hand.

“Rudeness!” she says, pouting as you destroy her artwork. 

“Stop drawing dicks,” you tell her and she narrows her eyes.

“You’ll have to kill me,” she teases, eyes flickering toward a blonde girl who passes on her way to the bathroom.

“You’re staring,” you tell her and she sticks her tongue out at you.

“She’s been staring at me for a while,” Sara tells you, grinning, “I for one, plan to get laid tonight.”

“I love that for you,” you tell her, smiling. 

“This guy at the bar, totally checking you out right now,” Sara says, sipping on her wine. 

Your face flushes and you turn your head slightly to look. Sara makes a noise of disapproval, setting her glass down.

“Don’t look,” she whispers, pushing some dark hair over her shoulders. 

“I’m not,” you hiss, tilting your head.

“You totally are,” Sara accuses.

“What’s he look like?” you ask.

Sara’s dark eyes scan the man, you watch them move seemingly over his form.

“Tall, platinum blonde, like seriously, must have an extensive hair care routine,” she says, nodding, “We love that, love a man with good hygiene.”

You snicker, living for her analysis. 

“He’s lean, but like you can tell he’s muscular,” she glances at you, “I know you’re a hand whore, and I can tell he’s got nice hands.”

“You’re so rude,” you accuse, blushing because she’s right. 

Sara scoots off of her seat. 

“C’mon, we’re going over there,” she tells you.

“Okay,” you agree and she links your arm pulling you from your seat.

You finally get a look at the guy and your stomach drops.

It’s your professor.

Not this semester, but last semester. Westerosis Literature taught by Professor Aemond Targaryen. A great class, hard as hell. He worked you fucking hard for that A. You mean to tell Sara but you’re still in shock as you come face to face.

“Hey there,” Sara says, smiling sweetly, “I couldn’t help but notice you checking out my friend, thought you’d like to buy her a drink? Maybe keep her company while I visit the loo?”

Aemond’s eyes rake over you, clearly recognizing you. You blush furiously, mouth gaping. 

“She likes Sauvignon Blanc,” Sara tells him, motioning to the bartender, “I’ll be back, take care of my girl.”

And with that, she flounces off toward the restroom.

“I’m sorry professor,” you tell him, nervously playing with your fingers, “If I had known it was you I wouldn’t have let her drag me over here.”

“Something tells me your friend would be hard to deny,” he tells you as the bartender comes over, “A glass of Sauvignon Blanc please, and I’ll take another gin and tonic.”

You flush as the bartender nods, getting your drinks. 

“She’s very persistent,” you tell him, nodding in agreement and casting your eyes to the floor. 

Aemond cannot keep his eyes off your glowing cheeks, the way your lashes flutter against them as you avert your gaze. 

“I can just take this back to the table,” you say, grabbing the glass of Sauvignon Blanc he paid for. 

Aemond shakes his head.

“You shouldn’t drink alone,” he tells you, patting the empty chair next to him, “Indulge me for a bit, will you?”

You look back towards the table you shared with Sara, though she has yet to return to it. She’s probably chatting up that girl she had her eyes on. You bring your gaze back to Aemond.

“Okay, if you’re sure you’re comfortable with that,” you tell him, slipping onto the stool. 

“Because that paper was cruel and unusual punishment, even for you,” you tell Aemond through a laugh.

You’re on your third glass of wine, the hours ticking away as you converse with your former professor. Sara has made herself scarce, though she’s been texting you. 

“You did rather well if I recall correctly,” he says, with a sly smile on his face.

You roll your eyes, taking another sip. You’ve always been a good student. 

“Only because I dedicated a week of sleepless nights to that assignment. Seriously, you should be paying for my therapy after that,” you tease, leaning your cheek against your hand. 

You’ve gotten closer to him during the night, your knees brushing against his thigh, heel clad foot mindlessly rubbing against his calf. You’re not sure if it’s the wine or the ease of the conversation that has you feeling so comfortable around him. 

“Send me the bill,” he jokes back, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. 

“I’ll put it in your mailbox tomorrow,” you giggle, taking another sip, “You know, I was really disappointed when your Essosi Literature class was full this semester.”

“Is that so?” he asks, sipping his gin and tonic, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“Now I’ll never have the chance to take it,” you continue, “Unless you teach a summer course, otherwise your popularity has thrown off my entire plan of study.”

“My apologies,” he insists, grinning at you, “My popularity, you say? I thought I was a hard ass.”

“Oh you are,” you assure him, “But that doesn’t mean you’re not popular.”

“How so?” he pushes, a long finger dancing around the rim of his empty glass.

Your eyes follow the circle he traces, up the veins on the back of his hands. How have you never noticed how sexy his hands are? You’ve never been this close to him, his lectures always held in one of the large lecture halls on campus rather than the more intimate classroom settings. You wet your lips, desire pooling in your belly before you meet his eyes once more. 

“You know,” you tell him, unable to keep the secretive smile off of your face, “I mean, you must know.”

“Know what?” he murmurs, staring at you with such intensity it makes your thighs tremble. 

You brush a strand of hair behind your ear, chewing on your lower lip. This will be your last glass of wine, you feel too giddy, too at ease in the presence of your professor. You’re going to regret this little flirtation in the morning, you can feel it in your bones. But the alcohol is liquid courage, and you’re a senior after all. Once this semester is over, you’re out in the real world, done with Citadel University. 

“You’re popular with the ladies of campus,” you tell him, “and the men, and everyone else.”

Aemond quirks an eyebrow at you. 

“Oh really?” he asks.

“Of course, I mean you’re the youngest tenured professor, you are a hard ass grader but your lectures are so enticing, and it helps you’re easy on the eyes-”

You choke as soon as the sentence escapes you. A freudian slip if you’ve ever had one. Aemond’s mouth quirks up into a wolfish grin.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him, covering your mouth.

“It’s alright,” he assures you, but you’re off on a nervous ramble.

“That was seriously so shallow of me and inappropriate to say-”

“Y/N,” he says, resting a hand on your knee, “It’s alright, really.”

You laugh nervously, enjoying the feeling of his hand on your leg. You can feel the heat it emits through your tights. His hand is huge, and you lose yourself in the moment wondering how it might feel against the bare flesh of your thighs, you neck-

“I should see if Sara texted,” you tell him, reaching for your phone.

You’re greeted by a dropped pinned location and a text from Sara saying she went home with the blonde from earlier. Lucky bitch. 

“And she’s left me,” you say aloud. 

“Everything alright?” Aemond asks.

“Yeah, yeah. This has been great,” you tell him, “Thank you for keeping me company, but I should probably get home, call an Uber.”

“Let me drive you,” Aemond insists, “It’s no problem.”

You bite your lip. You shouldn’t do this right? He’s your professor, your teacher. 

“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods.

That’s how you end up in the passenger seat of his mercedes, the dark leather seats warm and inviting. You know you’re staring as you watch him drive, long fingers gripping the wheel, the other hand resting on his knee. 

As you pull up to your apartment, you swallow the lump that has formed in your throat. You almost want to invite him up. He watches you closely, as though sensing the words swimming around your head. No, you're not doing this.

“Thank you, professor, I appreciate it,” you tell him, leaving it at that. 

“I think I embarrassed myself big time Sara,” you tell her groaning on the phone. 

There wasn’t much time to debrief the night before Sara had to head back to Winterfell. You brought yourself to the campus coffee shop, settling in to complete some homework while you had some free time. 

You’d been staring at your laptop screen, and the empty word doc that was pulled up, for the better part of an hour before deciding to call Sara. 

“You did not,” she insists, “I don’t care if he is your professor, he was totally into you.”

“He was just being polite.”

“I know polite, and I know eye fucking. Professor Big Dick was the latter,” Sara insists.

“Sara!”

“You know I’m right,” she tells you.

“Fuck,” you tell her, placing a hand against your forehead.

“Look, if you’re that worried about it, go talk to him,” Sara says, “Drop by his office or something, bring him a coffee and tell him you’re sorry.”

“You don’t think that’s weird?” you ask, nervously chewing your thumb.

“I think it's weird you didn’t suck his dick when he drove you home,” she answers honestly.

“Bye Sara,” you tell her.

“Love you too bitch,” she says, making a kissing noise into the receiver. 

You decide to take Sara’s advice, bringing Aemond a coffee as an apology for your behavior. You walk through the building; it’s quiet with no classes, not many people pass you on your way to the faculty offices. Most doors are closed, but you see Professor Targaryen’s door is ajar, signaling his presence. 

You’d been to his office one time before, dropping in for office hours the previous semester when working on your midterm. He grilled you hard, and you left feeling frustrated but with a strong desire to please him. You always did crave academic validation. 

You knock on the door, greeted by Aemond’s gentle timbre telling you to enter. He’s seated behind his desk, a book open on his lap. He’s wearing gray slacks, a simple button down shirt and his silver hair is pulled away from his face in a loose, low bun. His violet eye lights up as you enter, blue sapphire prosthetic winking in the afternoon light that filters through his window.

“I don’t mean to intrude,” you tell him, closing the door behind you.

You walk further into the room and place the coffee cup on his desk.

“What’s this?” he asks, closing his book and placing it on the desk. 

“An apology from a tremendously bright student?” you tell him, smiling nervously.

“What do you need to be apologizing for?” he asks, picking up the coffee, inspecting the order on the side.

You chose black to be safe, not knowing this is how he preferred his coffee. Aemond takes a sip, humming appreciatively. 

“I just really didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I know I was a little tipsy, and I hope I didn’t cross a line or anything,” you tell him. 

Aemond stands, picking up his book and walking over to his bookshelf. It’s stacked with books, classics and other contemporary novels. 

“You’re very thoughtful, Ms. Y/L/N,” he comments, sliding the book back where it belongs. 

“Thank you, professor,” you tell him.

“If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me,” he tells you, walking in front of his desk.

He leans his back against it, resting his palms on the edge. 

“Why would you apologize?” you ask, tilting your head with curiosity.

“Well, if anyone’s responsible for making our interaction inappropriate it's me,” he tells you, jutting out his sharp chin, “I’m your professor, you’re my student.”

You flick an eyebrow up at him.

“You were my professor,” you tell him, “I’m not in your class anymore.”

“Still, that power imbalance doesn’t just go away,” he insists, eyes meeting yours.

There it is again, that look. The one with such intensity it makes your knees weak. You can see his tongue poking his cheek as though he’s contemplating something. Your breath catches in your throat and you nervously wet your lips. 

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” you tell him, “No more flirting with strangers at wine bars for me.”

“I’m not a stranger,” he says.

“You know what I mean,” you tell him. 

The air between you is warm and inviting. It’s like the bar all over again, you can feel some invisible force pulling you closer to him with every word you exchange. It’s so effortless, this playful banter, you fall into it easily with him. You have to stop, have to stop before you cross another line. 

“Anyway, take the coffee,” you tell him, “and let me know if you decide to run that summer class, cause I’ll totally take it.”

“You’re graduating,” he teases.

“They’ll let me hang around, I can be very persuasive,” you insist, kicking yourself for the insinuation.

Aemond lets out a breathless laugh. 

“I’m sure,” he says smirking. 

You stare a moment longer, appreciating how his tall, lean frame looks resting against his desk. Your gaze drops to his hands again. His hands. You blink, steadying yourself, but he’s definitely noticed the mental lag you had. 

“Goodbye, Professor,” you tell him, “Have a good rest of your day.”

You turn walking toward the door. You reach for the handle, pulling it open slightly before a hand reaches above your head, pushing it shut. He keeps his hand on the door as you turn around to face him. 

“Don’t leave,” he murmurs, bringing his opposite hand to trace a line down the side of your face, before cupping your cheek.

Your breathing turns ragged as his thumb strokes your cheekbone. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your lips, and smell his cologne. His hand strokes the doorframe, following into down until he reaches the handle, flicking the lock into place. 

“I thought we weren’t doing this,” you whisper, hands clenched into fists at your sides. 

“Then why’d you come here?” he purrs.

“I was being nice,” you tell him, as he brings his other hand to your waist, pulling you against him.

“Such a good girl you are,” he whispers and then his lips are on yours. 

Your hands fly to his neck instinctively, pulling him as close to you as possible. His mouth feels so perfect against yours, the mingled taste of spearmint and coffee sharp on your tongue as you greedily drink him in. Your hands fist the back of his shirt. 

You’re practically gasping against his mouth as his hands move to cup your ass, before he bends his knees to lift you up by your thighs. You wrap your legs around his slender waist, continuing to kiss him all the while, moaning as he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

He turns, walking you away from the door and placing you on the corner of his desk, hastily brushing his arm to move loose papers and knick knacks out of the way, sending them crashing towards the floor. Not that either of you care. Your hands work quickly, tearing at the buttons on his shirt, revealing his chest. Your nails rake down his abs, reaching for his belt. You’re desperate and you don’t care, you need to feel him inside you. 

Aemond removes his lips from yours, laughing breathlessly at your eagerness before swatting your hands away. 

“Let me,” he murmurs, sinking to his knees in front of you. 

His hands travel up your thighs and you squirm against his touch as they disappear beneath your skirt. You feel his dexterous fingers loop through your underwear pulling it off of you. You assist him, bunching your skirt in your hands revealing your dripping cunt to him.

“So wet for me,” he purrs, “Are you always like this?”

“Fuck,” you mewl as his tongue flicks out, tasting the wetness between your folds.

He hums with appreciation, as though tasting a fine wine. Aemond pressing his face into you, nose nuzzling against your clit, sending spark waves of pleasure dancing upwards toward your navel. His tongue swirls around your center, dipping into your tight heat. 

“Did you sit through my lectures with your pussy dripping like this?” he asks, voice rough with desire. 

You squirm against his mouth as he wraps his lips around your needy clit, suckling gently and flicking his tongue around the sensitive nub. Your hand flies to the back of his head, foot digging into his shoulder blade. 

His hand squeezes your inner thigh roughly, before slapping the tender flesh causing you to cry out. 

“Oh gods,” you moan, head tilting back in the throes of pleasure. 

“I bet you did,” he answers his own question, smirking at you. 

He moves his attention away from your clit momentarily, dragging a finger through your folds. You can’t see his hands but you can picture them, his long, skilled fingers as you feel him sink one into your tight heat. 

Your spine curves, pushing your pussy closer toward his face as his finger searches for that special spot inside of you. 

“Oh fuck, fuck!” you cry as the pad of his finger pressing against the spot inside of you that paints stars behind your eyelids.

Aemond glances up at you, watches as your brow creases with pleasure, and your mouth forms a perfect O shape. 

“There we go,” Aemond purrs, wasting no time and slipping another finger inside of you. 

Every crook of his fingers has you trembling against him, his pace relentless as pressing against your g-spot. He brings his attention back to your throbbing clit, increasing the pleasure building in your abdomen, tingling up your spine. His tongue laps away, little kitten licks against the sensitive button drawing you closer and closer to orgasm with each flick. 

Tears well in the corners of your eyes and your nails dig harshly into his scalp, not that he seems to mind. Aemond simply groans against you, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure. 

“I’m gonna come,” you pathetically whine, shaking against the desk.

“That’s a good girl, c’mon,” Aemond insists, slipping a third finger inside you.

The wet slurping of your soaked cunt echoes in the room as he never relents the stokes of his fingers, the flicking of his tongue. It’s all too much and the tightly wound coil of pleasure inside you snaps with a strangled sob. As your high washes over you, all the tension in your body releases. 

Only Aemond doesn’t stop.

“Professor,” you moan, feeling the wave cresting inside of you again.

His fingers are soaked, easily sliding in and out of your greedy cunt. 

“Please, please, it’s too much,” you beg, slumping against the desk.

“But you’re such a good girl,” he insists, “You deserve one more, give me one more.”

“I can’t- holy shit!” you squeak, as his lips suck your clit.

You’ve never been treated like this before. One orgasm-if you’re lucky-has been your experience with your past lovers. But you can’t deny him as his fingers work their magic, his tongue swirls around your puffy clit. 

“Yes you can,” he purrs, and of course he’s right as you feel yourself thrown over the edge of pleasure once more. 

“One more,” Aemond insists and you feel tears leaking down your cheeks.

“Professor I can’t-” you tell him, and he shushes you.

“One more, on my cock, huh?” he asks, unbuckling his belt, “Yeah, you like that idea baby?”

Your eyes light up, and you push yourself on your elbows to watch as he reveals his impressive length. Sara’s always told you guys who are lean are usually well endowed. Boy was she right. Your eyes widen taking in his length, as he grips it in his hand, pumping it. You bite your lip, watching precum leak from the reddened tip.

“I changed my mind,” he says roughly, dragging you toward him like a wolf with its prey, “Two more, you’ll give me two more.”

Your eyes are round as he drags his cock through your folds. You wiggles as he drags the tip over your clit, up and down, using your arousal as lubricant. 

“You’ll cum just like this,” he says, continuing the movement against your sensitive clit.

You’re squeaking and moaning embarrassingly, wriggling like a trapped kitten as he holds your thigh tightly with one hand, while the other continues to rub the head of his cock against your clit. Your third orgasm builds quickly and crashes over you just as powerful as the first two, leaving you gasping for air. 

“So pretty like this,” Aemond murmurs, bringing a hand to the back of your neck to kiss you. 

You whimper against his mouth and his hands move to your shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull the material off of your head. You reach around to unclip your bra, leaving your breasts free and hanging heavy with need. Aemond brings his attention to them immediately, his erection pressing against your thigh as he circlies your nipple with his hot mouth, sucking on your breast. 

You’re babbling uncontrollably at this point as he switches, suckling at your neglected other breast before aligning his cock with your soaked entrance. 

“You sure?” he asks, hesitating for a moment. 

“I’m on birth control,” you manage to gasp, “I’m sure, please, please.”

Aemond grins wolfishly before sinking into your wet heat. His jaw slacks as your pussy greedily accepts him, warm walls holding him firmly inside as he stretches you out.

“So fucking tight,” he murmurs, slowly dragging out only to thrust back in, balls slapping against your ass. 

Your head is full of cotton at this point, unable to form coherent thoughts as he plows into you. His hands rest securely on your lower ribs, as your own hands grip the back of your thighs, allowing your legs to bend at the knee. Your back is arched off of the desk, head thrown back and mouth hanging open in pleasure. 

“You like that?” he asks.

You can’t find it in you to reply, answering only in a breathy moan. Aemond merely chuckles.

“Awww did I fuck you stupid, baby?” he teases, causing you to whimper.

He feels so fucking good, sliding easily in and out of your tight walls, the sounds of lewd, wet slapping filling his office. It’s filthy, it’s erotic, and it’s so so bad of you but you can’t help but love the position you’ve found yourself in. 

“I think I did,” he continues, “Poor, silly, baby thought she could handle it her professor fucking her.” 

Desire and humiliation tingle up your spine, spreading across your body like wildfire at his taunts. The pitch of your moans increase as he brings his fingers to play with your clit. 

“She’s all cockdumb now,” Aemond croons, squeezing your breast.

He releases your breast to bring a hand to grab at your chin.

“Look at me,” he demands, and you do so with tears in your eyes.

The head of his cock bullies against your sweet spot, rubbing the tender spot with precise devotion. 

“You’re going to cum all over my cock,” he tells you, “Soak my cock like the good little girl you are.”

He keeps his hand on your face, forcing you to look at him as he plows into you and your fourth orgasm rolls over you. It’s intense, almost painful with the pleasure it brings you as your walls clamp down against his cock. 

“Fuck, baby,” he moans as you tighten around him and he chases his own release.

“I’m going to fill this pretty pussy up,” he tells you, and you feel him spill inside of you, warmth flooding through you. 

You stay connected for a moment, relishing the feeling of him inside of you. You’re incredibly sensitive from the overstimulation as he begins to pull out, moaning slightly with the loss of contact. 

Aemond grabs some tissues, gently wiping down your inner thighs and beginning to clean you up. He glances up at you as you attempt to find your bearings.

“Holy. Hell.” you tell him, breathing heavily. 

Aemond smirks.

“Was that too much?” he asks, a note of concern in his voice. 

You shake your head. 

“That was amazing,” you tell him, shyly looking away. 

You grab your bra, putting it on and reaching for your shirt as he stands. You clip your bra, pulling your shirt over your head as he hands you your discarded panties. 

“Thanks,” you tell him, standing on shaky legs.

You nearly fall over putting your panties back on, Aemond’s arms catch you, helping you stand. 

You chuckle nervously. 

“You sure you’re alright?” he asks, his arms still holding you.

“Yeah,” you assure him, “I should go though.”

“Of course,” he tells you.

You move toward the door but pause, turning to look at him. He’s just finishing buttoning up his shirt.

“Was this…was this a one time thing?” you ask.

Aemond looks up at you.

“It should be,” he tells you.

Your heart flutters in your chest, and a smirk tugs at your lips.

“That’s not an answer,” you tell him.

He smirks at you.

“No, it isn’t,” he agrees. 

You hold his gaze a moment more. 

“I’ll see you around, professor,” you tell him, unlocking the door and leaving his office. 

You walk quickly, heat pounding, desperate to get back to your apartment and call Sara. You hop on the campus bus, holding tightly to the railing, trying to ignore the dull ache between your legs, and the warmth of Aemond’s cum that is still trickling down your thighs. 

Boy are you fucked. 

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Do You Know What Shovels Dig? Graves Part 6

And this is it. The last part of a short little idea that kept me up all night that turned into this beautiful story that is one of my favorite stories I’ve written.

WIP Wednesday allowed me to finish this up for you before I went to bed. I got a job that I will be starting on Monday which will slow my writing down some, but I will still try to keep up on the stories I have. I love writing these stories for you guys and wish I could make it my job. But alas, capitalism.

Also this is for all the people that wished to see what the Corroded Coffin boys would say and for all the people that wanted to have Erica actually apologize. I was like “if you guys can get her to apologize, great, because I couldn’t!” But then I realized that there was someone who could get her to apologize. Robin. So here you go.

Thanks to that anon for the barbecue idea. That’s here too.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

*

After Max, Lucas, and Erica had gone, Steve sat with Eddie, El, and the Byers boys.

“I think all in all,” Eddie began, “those were some pretty good apologies.”

The other three nodded.

Steve sighed. “It doesn’t change the fact that it took an actual honest to god intervention to get them realize they were wrong.”

“No it doesn’t,” El said. “Which is why I told them that they’ve been grounded from Steve for two weeks.”

“Uh...” Eddie said, “what now?”

“It means,” Will explained. “That if they want to hang out with him they have to do on his terms, not theirs. No begging for rides, no stopping by for food and then bailing, and just no taking advantage of Steve.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks, guys. I mean it. It was nice knowing that there were people that weren’t going to threaten me and took this whole seriously.” He gave Jonathan’s knee a squeeze. “I’m not sure what would have happened if you hadn’t stopped by. But I’m really glad you did.”

Jonathan squeezed his shoulder in response. “Me, too. I hope they learned their lesson.”

“That is the hope,” Will said.

Steve scratched his cheek. “Why don’t we have barbecue at your guys’s place after the two weeks and see how they fair?”

Will brightened. “I like that idea. That way if they are still having problems we can talk to them about it.”

“Do you think your mom will go for it?” Eddie asked.

Jonathan grinned. “Hell yeah, she would. She’s been wanting to show off her new house to everyone for awhile now.”

El grinned too. “We have a plan, then!”

*

Steve was pleased to see that the Party actually started to make actual changes in how they treated him.

Lucas invited him out to play basketball at the rec center and biked himself there. Steve offered him a ride home after, which he happily took as they were both sweating afterwards.

Dustin made sure that Steve knew he was joking when he was making comments. And Steve made sure to snark right back unless it really bothered him and then they would talk about it.

Robin and he had a longer talk about the gay vs bisexual thing. She admitted that she had been wrong to assume that because Steve was bisexual that it would be Eddie getting his heartbroken and not Steve. She had some ingrained biases that she had to get over and was really sorry she didn’t have his back when he needed her to.

There were a lot of little changes but the final major change came a couple days after the intervention when Jeff, Gareth, and Brian all walked into Family Video together to properly apologize to Steve.

“Hey, Buckley,” Jeff said, “can you give us some space?”

Robin straightened her spine and wiggled her shoulders. “Steve has had apology monitors to ensure that it’s an actual apology, and as Eddie or Will or Jonathan aren’t here, it’s going to have to be me.”

Steve laughed and shook his head. “Apparently there are certain people who think I’m too nice,” he explained to the other boys, “and let people get away things that I shouldn’t so they took it upon themselves to be my guard dogs to make sure it’s an actual apology.”

“Have they met you?” Gareth asked, incredulous. “You’re the original bitch.”

Steve laughed again. “Who let Tommy and Carol walk all over me. I tend to roll over for friends.”

They blinked and then nodded.

“Yeah, okay,” Brian said. “That tracks.”

Steve just smiled. “So how can I help you fine gentleman today? May I interest you our latest releases?”

That got a couple chuckles out of them.

“No, man,” Jeff said, “we’re here to talk about the whole shovel talk shit.”

Steve leaned against the counter and folded his arms. “You do know I don’t fault you guys for that, right? You guys are Eddie’s best friends. I didn’t really fault Wayne, either. But the execution of that one...” he winced when Robin gasped. “Poor choice of words, sorry.”

“What he do?” Jeff asked.

“Borrowed Chief Hopper’s shotgun and cleaned while we talked,” Steve said with a grimace.

“That ain’t right...” Brian said, shaking his head.

Gareth looked at Jeff and then back to Steve. “Yeah, but here’s the thing about our shovel talk...”

“It wasn’t necessary,” Jeff finished for him. “We’ve had time to get to know you before you and Eddie started dating. We knew that you two would do anything for each other even without being a couple.”

Brian nodded. “It’s just...something we thought best friends did. The whole ‘break his heart, we’ll break your knees’ kind of thing.”

Robin looked down at her feet and cleared her throat.

Jeff sighed dramatically. “Please tell me she wasn’t one of the ones that gave you the shovel talk. Because that’s messed up, man.”

Steve looked over at her and then back up to Jeff. “Yeah, she knows.”

“By the way,” Gareth said, waving his hands, “Eddie doesn’t know we’re here. So I don’t want thinking this is a forced apology or anything.”

Steve raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

Brian cleared his throat. “I mean he did threaten to kill off our characters if we were mean to you, but he didn’t tell us to apologize or anything.”

Steve laughed. “That sounds more like the Eddie we all know and love.”

“But we would have come anyway,” Jeff said. “Because our shovel talk added to a heaping pile of bullshit that you didn’t need. And definitely didn’t deserve.”

“So this is us saying we’re sorry that everyone you knew decided that you were going to break Eddie’s heart,” Gareth said. “And that we made you feel like you weren’t worthy of dating Eddie. Because you are, man. Like seriously the only guy Eddie’s brought around that we actually want to be friends with.”

“Hell yeah,” Brian said. “You’re so cool and you love to take care everyone. We’d want you to stick around because we like you, too.”

Steve’s eyes blurred and he cleared his throat. “Thanks, guys. It means a lot to hear you say that.”

They all came up and gave Steve a hug, blocking him from outside viewers so he could cry. Once they were sure he was going to be okay, they let him go.

They said their goodbyes and walked out, leaving behind a stunned Robin and grateful Steve.

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Just before the barbecue started Robin brought over Erica to Steve by holding her ear.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Erica was yelling as she was half dragged over to him.

Robin sat her down and said, “I learned that this little hobgoblin didn’t properly apologize for her shovel talk. And Eddie let her get away with it.”

“God, what’s your problem?” Erica huffed up at Robin. “They understood. Why can’t you?”

Robin grinned. “Green ooze, little girl. Green ooze.”

Erica’s jaw snapped shut. If Sherlock Holmes had his phrase for humbling him when he got too proud, this was Erica’s. She was going to drink it before it turned out to be acid. Like literal acid.

She turned to Steve. “Shovel talks aren’t right and no one should be giving anyone shovel talks because it’s a pointless exercise in latent hostility. So I’m sorry I contributed to an archaic practice used by bullies and abusers. I won’t do it ever again.”

Erica looked up at Robin, who gave her the thumbs up. Erica hopped up and ran off to play.

Steve blinked up at Robin in shock. “Like how the hell did you manage that?”

Robin just batted her eyelashes and said nothing, walking away with a whistle on her lips and a swagger in her step.

Eddie came up to him in shock. “Did I just witness an actual apology from Lady Applejack?”

Steve nodded mutely.

“I think I’m more afraid of Robin, now,” Eddie muttered and Steve could only agree.

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Eddie was starting to see a trend. One that made him laugh the third time it happened.

The first, though? Claudia Henderson.

“Eddie!” she greeted warmly. “I haven’t seen you around much. How have you been?”

Eddie smiled at her. Even before the Upside Down, Claudia was one Eddie’s favorite people. She was bright and happy and loved her wacky son with all her heart. Something that Eddie could absolutely get behind. “I’ve just been busy. But name the date, and I’ll be there.”

She smiled back. “That’s sweet, dear. You know you have an open invitation. But why don’t you and your uncle come over for Sunday dinner. Steve has already said yes for himself.”

“Sounds great, Mrs Henderson,” Eddie agreed.

“How are you and Steve?” she asked gently. “Dusty was telling me that Steve hadn’t been doing well lately.”

“We’re good,” Eddie said bobbing his head. “Things got a little rough a couple weeks back, but we’re on firmer ground now.”

She patted his cheek. “You really need to be taking better care of that boy. He looks tough on the outside, but he needs someone who can take care of him, yeah?”

Eddie smiled. “Of course. Taking extra good care of our Stevie is my number one priority.”

She nodded and went to go make sure Dusty was eating enough.

The next one was Karen Wheeler of all people. Ted was suspiciously but expectedly absent. She came up to Eddie and introduced herself.

“You must be Eddie!” she said with smile that reminded him of that Dustin Hoffman film.

“Oh hello,” he replied a little confused.

“Nancy has told me all about you,” Karen said with that same smile. “She’s always going on about how Steve finally found the person he was meant to be with and what a great person you are.”

Eddie smiled back. “Nancy’s a great girl.”

She sighed a little, her smile turning into something a little more genuine. “I miss having Steve over. Jonathan is great boy for my Nance, but Steve sparkled where Jonathan only shines.”

“I won’t argue with you on that one,” Eddie said. “But then Jonathan isn’t my type.”

She swatted at him playfully. “All I’m trying to say if that Steve is a good boy and deserves only the best. So you’ll take good care of him, won’t you?” It was sweet and sincere, but a hint of steel. And suddenly Eddie knew where Nancy got her backbone of steel from.

“Always,” Eddie promised, hand over heart.

“See that you do,” Karen said and wandered off to compare brownie recipes with Joyce.

The third was a squirrelly looking balding guy with thick glasses and far too knowing stare. He had come with Chief Hopper and had spent most of the night watching Eddie. He had asked Nancy who he was and she said his name was Murray Bauman and he was a conspiracy theorist. Which really didn’t clear anything up for him, but this rag-tag group of rebels and fighters were all a little weird.

He wandered over to Eddie and looked him up and down. He said in a clear voice, “I have seen things you wouldn’t believe, I’ve done things that would make your hair curl on end,” he stopped for a moment, “make it curlier and I know where the bodies are hidden. If you hurt Steve, you’ll be the next one.”

“Murray!” Hopper yelled. “What the hell was that? Why would you say that?”

Murray blinked at Hopper and then tilted his head. “Because we love Steve?” He says long and slow like he’s talking to a stupid person.

Eddie burst out laughing.

“No, no,” he said between giggles. “It’s fine Hopper. It’s all fine!”

Murray looked him over again and then nodded. “Yes, you’ll do.” And then he wandered off back into the house as if he had done what he had come to do.

A few minutes later Steve came up and sat next to Eddie. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know what that was.”

Eddie giggled and bumped their shoulders together. “It’s fine, sweetheart. It’s actually kinda adorable.”

Steve frowned. “What is?”

“That it’s the moms plus Murray here,” Eddie said jerking his chin in the direction Murray had wandered off to, “that are the most protective of you. Both Mrs Wheeler and Henderson have told me under no certain terms am I allowed to hurt you and that I’m supposed to take care of you.”

Steve blinked and searched the crowd for Claudia first. She spotted him looking at her and she waved at him. Steve smiled and waved back. Then he searched for Karen. She didn’t look at him directly, but merely winked and went back to talking to Wayne about something he couldn’t quite hear.

“Oh.”

“But don’t you worry, darlin’,” Eddie purred. “I’m gonna take very good care of you.”

Steve kissed him, slow and deep. “And I will always take care of you, Eds.”

“Perfect.”

It really was.

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[luvsfootball]

jealous boy - ruben dias.

requested by - anon.

request - omg i can’t believe you write for ruben dias 🙌 i love your fics. could you write one where he brings you to practice around his teammates, and he doesn’t like how well you’re getting with them, and when you guys get home he blows up out of jealousy

ruben loved you so much.

you had only been together for around six months, but he was certain you were the one for him.

he had met you when you moved into the apartment next to his and he offered to help you bring the boxes inside. you got on like a house on fire and were friends for around two months before he finally asked you to be his.

during that time, his teammates were hearing about you constantly. whenever they were having a conversation about something, ruben would always find a way to bring you into it.

“so when are we going to meet the y/n?” erling asked one day before a match. ruben had never thought about that.

his teammates were a big part of his life, practically his brothers; but so were you.

he brought the idea up to you one night when he was at your place for the night, and you were more than happier to come along to training the next day.

you met bernardo first. he was nice to you, cracking jokes about ruben’s sense of style and how he can’t cook.

but when it got to jack and phil, ruben couldn’t help but feel annoyed at you three. you were getting on like a house on fire, your laughter bouncing off the walls as he watched on.

before you left, he fumed when you and jack shared instagrams, and phil added you as well.

“baby, what’s wrong?” you asked, reaching to grab his hand but he pulled it away, starting the car and taking the wheel instead.

he didn’t answer you and the whole car ride was spent in silence.

“seriously? the silent treatment?”

ruben ignored your scoff as you rode the lift, and when you stepped out, you pulled your own apartment keys out and slammed the door in his face.

for the most part, he felt bad. he was the one that invited you to come and he was the one who couldn’t handle his jealousy. but he still didn’t see why you had to talk so much to jack and phil.

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frantic knocking on your door woke you from your afternoon nap, and you shot up out of bed thinking something was wrong.

you rushed to the door and opened it wide, seeing ruben on the other side. was he drunk?

“what the hell do you want, ruben?”

he felt his heart sink when you used his full name. you always said rubes or baby. never ruben.

“i didn’t like them talking to you like that.”

you came to the conclusion he wasn’t drunk but frustrated. god knows how many times he had ran his fingers through his hair.

“who?”

“phil and jack!”

he entered your apartment without your permission and if it wasn’t for the other people in the building, you would have kicked him right back out.

you sighed as you watched him stand next to a cabinet, staring at a photo of you two. “ruben, you asked me to go and meet everyone. i couldn’t exactly ignore them.”

“i know, but you didn’t have to talk with them like you were. all flirty when that should be for me and only me.”

“what do you mean, flirty? i would never even bat an eyelid towards another man, so i don’t know where you got that assumption from!”

you didn’t realise you were chest to chest with ruben until he grabbed your wrists softly, looking down as if he was ashamed.

“i know, okay? and i’m sorry for the way i acted but i’ve never loved anyone like this before and it’s scary.”

you pulled your hands from his grip and grabbed his cheeks, smiling softly. “i love you too, ruben.”

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Harry Styles x British Royal!Reader

Her Royal Highness Princess YN, daughter to Prince Charles and late Princess Diana, Prince and Princess of Wales, younger sister to Prince William, Duke of Cambridge, and Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex, and granddaughter to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II and His Royal Highness Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh would’ve never thought to meet Harry Styles by accident—by literally running into him. And Harry Styles would’ve never thought to meet the Princess of England again after that seemingly fateful afternoon.

faceclaim: Saoirse Ronan

author’s note: If you see any mistakes I made—especially royal title wise—please send an ask (anon asks are enabled!). I seriously love and appreciate your help with that <3

series masterlist » prologue

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sunflowerbutterfly Sometimes I really hate my job—especially if I have to change out of my comfy pullover and fluffy slippers into a dress, a coat, and some high heels.

Seriously, who invented high heels? Hey Alexa, who invented high heels? … ah, so ancient Iran, aka Persia, is to blame. Great. I will condemn those for centuries dead people happily while I suffer during every step I take this afternoon. Burn in hell, ancient Persian torturer.

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MacMark You only have to find the shoe.

↳ sunflowerbutterfly It‘s easy for you to say because you can walk in every shoe, Meg 💀

↳ MacMark Well… That is true, but everyone has their pair of shoe 👀

↳ sunflowerbutterfly Then my pair is obviously and most definitely my Nike sneaker or Converse

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murderbane Rebell against the norms! Wear sneaker!

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↳ gingerprince Not sure if Granny—or the monarchy as such—would love that suggestion, Meredith.

↳ murderbane Fuck the system!

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↳ sunflowerbutterfly I know again why Granny won’t let you come to Buckingham for another lunch.

↳ murderbane Oh, come on, YNN! That flying sandwich was fun!

↳ gingerprince Wait, you are the one responsible for the Salmon Sandwich Incident???

↳ sunflowerbutterfly Please, don’t call it that, brother dearest.

↳ murderbane I am! And he definitely can call it that. It’s the truth and nothing but the truth.

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gingerprince High heels are way out of my league, but they look uncomfortable. Pack a pair of more comfier shoes as second choice?

↳ sunflowerbutterfly No shit, Sherlock 🙄

↳ gingerprince I am sorry that I don’t know more about the secrets of a lady 👀

↳ sunflowerbutterfly I know again why William is my favorite brother.

↳ gingerprince He is not and we both know it 👀

↳ sunflowerbutterfly Keep on dreaming 😙

↳ gingerprince I love you too, dear sister ❤️

instylemagazine Princess YN is now arriving at Strand Campus of King’s College London in a fitted navy blue mid-calf coat by Gucci and black velvet high heels by Jimmy Choo. She is wearing her signature golden butterfly pin—an heirloom of her mother, late Princess Diana.

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dianaforever The pin 🥺

↳ ynismyqueen She once told a reporter that she always wears it to official appearances because it helps her with her anxiety - it’s like her mom is with her 🥺

↳ dianaforever Oh gosh, that’s so sweet but so sad at the same time 😭❤️

yourfan1 Princess YN is a style icon.

yourfan2 Damn, she looks stunning.

↳ yourfan3 True!!!! Though the hat was kinda over the top, but I know for sure that she doesn’t want to wear those but has to

↳ yourfan2 Everyone is wearing those ridiculous hats, so she has to. She will probably rip it off as soon as she is back in the car 😅

royalistsbitch I’m on my knees again. This coat is gorgeous 😮‍💨 But the price 😩

yn_andharryshipper She is wearing Gucci, he is wearing Gucci, I want them to meet, but it will stay a dream, I know it.

hsfan1 Harry’s mom liked this post 🥺❤️

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She could feel the looming shadows of her two Royal Protection Officers right at her back. Aaron and Egil—the first broad, dark, and Scottish, the latter tall, blonde, bearded, and Swedish—shielded her body from the screams of reporters and blinding lights of their clicking cameras while the princess climbed into the back of the waiting SUV. Inside the cozily warm vehicle, YN ripped off the obnoxious hat she was supposed to wear and threw it without a second glance onto the seat next to her. Meanwhile, her feet kicked off the high heels, and with a strangled groan, the blonde pulled them up one after the other and massaged her soles with closed eyes.

The left front door got opened as Egil climbed into the car; Bernard—her favorite driver—already sat behind the wheel and looked through the rear mirror back at the princess. She smiled at the sight of his kind and twinkling eyes. “To Starbucks, Your Highness?” He asked while Egil buckled up. YN nodded. “That would be great, thank you, Bernard. But could we grab a cup at the one in Notting Hill? Near Holland Park? I’m most definitely not in the mood for a crowd.”—Which would form in front of the Starbucks near the river on the other Thames bank opposite Westminster because most tourists frequented this shop. The driver hummed and used the blinker. “Of course, Your Highness.”

Sighing, YN leaned back in her seat but pushed back upward as Egil reached between his feet, clad in shining black Oxford shoes, and conjured a shoebox. He turned in his car seat to hand it over to the princess. “Your sneaker,” the blonde giant smiled, and YN grinned happily. “I thought I forgot them back at Kensington!” She exclaimed and grabbed the box with her current favorite Converse shoes—one in lavender and the other one in a sunflower yellow. Ever since the reporters had seen the princess wearing the odd color combination, every single pair was sold out in the UK and other parts of the world. The internet had been full of posts spotting the same two Converse shoes the princess regularly wore in paparazzi shots.

“Your lady in waiting had handed me the box right before we left, Your Highness, together with this,” the Protection Officer told her while YN had already put on the left shoe. Chuckling, she accepted the book carefully wrapped in soft tissue paper. She knew which book it contained, so she quickly continued putting on the more comfortable shoes before leaning back and unwrapping the book. The first edition of Pride and Prejudice was her entire pride and joy. YN knew it was kind of posh to carry this particular edition around instead of a cheaper paperback edition, but she only would read in it during the ride and maybe in the line while she waited for her coffee. No one would suspect it for a first edition, only if one had better knowledge about books than the majority of the population.

“Thanks, Egil,” she smiled, and the Swedish giant only nodded softly. “There’s nothing to thank me for, Your Highness.” And with that, he turned back and left the princess reading in silence.

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Arriving at the comparably empty Starbucks, YN unbuckled while her door had already got opened by Aaron, who had sat in the car following them with two other Protection Officers. Egil slid off his seat and stationed himself between the opened door and the sidewalk, eyes wandering over the few people strolling down the street. She pushed her finger between the pages before climbing out of the SUV and straightened her coat before pushing a blonde curl behind her ear. The book was opened again in her hands because YN knew how this always went: she would leave the car with Aaron and Egil but would have to wait a few more moments until one of the other officers—Matthew was on duty today—had exited the place in question to give them the all-clear.

The happily moving bell announced Matt’s return, and he nodded to the other two officers. “All clear, only a few customers,” he told them, and YN moved without thought; book still opened and nose buried inside it. Aaron jumped forward to open the door, Egil right at her back, and Matt shielded her side from potential harm before he returned to the second car. “Thanks, A,” the princess mumbled, mind deep inside the world of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy.

“I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.” The words left her lips in a whisper and sighing, her finger stroked over the words, always feeling the wonder over literature as soon as she opened particular books. Pride and Prejudice was one of them.

And maybe it was because she read about the devastatingly romantic endeavors of fictional characters who had a much better functioning love life than the Princess of England ever had. Maybe it was because she always had such bad luck in love and interpersonal relationships ever since growing old enough to have the serious kind of it.

But the universe let her run into a solid chest, her precious book tumbling out of her hands and down to the wooden floor where it laid cover-up.

Suddenly, hectic erupted around her, and Aaron and Egil jumped into action while YN still recovered from the sudden stop. Strong hands were gently wrapped around her upper arms to safe her from following her book to the ground, and the fingers of her right hand had buried themselves into the soft fabric of a pullover out of sheer panic and surprise.

Aaron stepped around and stretched out his hands in order to remove the intruder from the princess while Egil tried to maneuver himself between them and the woman. Blinking multiple times, YN shook off the daze; her eyes wandering over an orange and white striped slip-over, a white and brown plaid shirt underneath until they moved to a handsome face with sharp features, a soft beard shadow covering his chin, cheeks, and the skin over his soft looking upper lip. Sea foam green eyes stared wide and in shock down at her, seemingly still taking in the person he had run into, but YN finally was back in reality as Aaron put his hand on the man’s shoulder.

“I need to ask you to step back, sir,” he spoke up in his most scaring officer voice, and as if the brunette only had noticed the presence of the two looming shadows in immaculate black suits now, his wide eyes moved from her face to the towering Scot. After he didn’t follow the order, Aaron grabbed his shoulder and stared him down with a glare as cold as the North Pole. “I said, I need you to step back, sir,” he stressed his request further, the threat lingering in his tone. Egil cleared his throat to get noticed too, and her collision partner almost paled, his hands slowly letting go off her upper arms, but only after he had made sure with another glance she was steady enough.

“Sorry,” he spoke and raised both hands before he took a step back but bent down to get the book from the floor. He looked up to her as he grabbed the old binding, and Harry still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that the Princess of England had run right into his arms. He still wasn’t sure if all of this really happened or if this was a trick of his tired brain. But the grab of one of the suit wearers on his shoulder had been unpleasant enough to make him think that this really is happening to him.

YN stared down at him with just as wide eyes as he paused in his movements and couldn’t comprehend her current reality. Harry Styles crouched in front of her, in a Starbucks store, after she had successfully run him over. Her heart skipped several beats before it started beating in her throat. This wasn’t something usual, not even for the Princess of England.

“Here,” Harry Styles spoke softly after he had raised back to his towering height and held her book in his ring-clad fingers. “Thank you,” she breathlessly whispered but threw her two shadows a warning look. “Everything is fine, Aaron. Egil.” The men nodded shortly but held their gazes settled on the singer, not daring letting him out of their protective sight. YN looked back to the man in front of her, a unsure smile tucking at the corner of her mouth. “I am sorry for that.” It came out almost embarrassed because he obviously didn’t do anything resembling treason or murder. He only had saved her from the embarrassment of meeting the floor with her butt, just like the book had done in her place.

The man with the fluffiest curls she had ever seen only smiled and waved one of his hands lazily. “It’s alright,” he promised before suddenly something seemingly came to his mind. “Your Highness.” And with that, Harry Styles attempted to bow before her, but YN couldn’t have any of that. Gently, she pressed her unoccupied hand and the fist holding her book against his shoulders and shook her head at his confused expression. “Please, don’t do this. I should bow before you.” The princess chuckled. “I mean, I did it often enough in my rooms as a teenager, right in front of a poster of One Direction.” A hand shot up to her mouth and covered it so nothing more embarrassing knowledge would leave it.

And Harry? He stood absolutely stunned there before a soft grin spread over his face—which made him even more handsome in her still unbelieving eyes. But YN didn’t let him utter a single word before pointing over to the staring baristas behind the counter. It wouldn’t have been a surprise if their mouths gaped at the sight of the world’s most famous singer and the Princess of England in their shop. “Would you like to have a coffee? A tea? Something cold? A hot chocolate? After the inconvenience of me running you practically over, it’s the least I can do.” YN was rambling, she knew it but just couldn’t stop.

He made her nervous—as if she wasn’t a grown woman anymore and instead turned back into the insecure teenage girl she used to be (well, even today, she wasn’t the self-confidence in person).

Harry tried to shake his head, but a voice in there screamed to accept the offer to live a few more minutes in her presence. This was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of moment, so he should stretch it as long as possible—not because he wanted the paparazzi to know, but because his former teenager self would kill him if he would run away now. So all he did was slowly nod and instantly patted his shoulder internally because he got to see the most radiant smile he probably had ever witnessed.

Grinning, YN pressed Pride and Prejudice against her chest and suppressed a heavy but blissed sigh at the sight of his growing smile. If she had thought he was irresistible on-screen, she now knew that this assumption was utter bollocks. Harry Styles was even more captivating in reality, face-to-face, and YN almost dreaded the day when he would be in a happy relationship with cats, a wife, and a bunch of kids because it meant she had to bury her crush definitively.

Turning to her protection squad, as she loved to call them, the princess nodded to a table at the halfway point between counter and door. “Why don’t you sit over there until we’re finished? You don’t have to stand around,” the blonde suggested and pointed to a table with a pair of chairs closer to the counter. “You will have the best view of me and the door. Black coffee and a Caramel Frappuccino?” They nodded hesitantly, still not used to the princess's kindness even after years in her service.

As the two went to their assigned table, YN turned back to Harry and smiled up at him. “What would Harry Styles like to have?”

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pagesix Rumors are getting loud that Harry Styles and Princess YN met at a Starbucks in Notting Hill, London, UK. Several sources claimed to have seen the singer-songwriter and Princess of England together near Holland Park, where she bought him a coffee before talking for hours. Sources say the two celebrities left together after getting another coffee.

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hsfan1 EXCUSE ME???? 😱

1direction4ever She always was a 1D fan, if I remember correctly, so this would be just ✨chefskiss✨

hsfan2 SCREAMING RIGHT NOW

↳ yourfan1 SAME???? I literally can’t breathe.

hsfan3 If that’s true… Save me.

yourfan2 This would be a dream come true for YN 🥺

yn_andharryshipper Please stop pushing my expectations.

hsfan4 I SAW THEM 😱😮‍💨

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“I still can’t believe I ran into the Princess of England,” Harry laughed softly while walking next to the woman in question, steaming hot coffee in hand. YN grinned up to him, an equally steaming to-go cup in hand while contemplating how she had ended up running into Harry Styles, sharing a table at Starbucks, and now strolling through Holland Park next to him with a second coffee in hand.

This day was definitely something entirely else.

“Believe me. I would have never believed if someone had told me this morning I would meet Harry Styles because I run into him,” the blonde returned and shook her head in utter wonder. The singer gently nudged her to the side. “It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one a tad bashful, just so you know.” YN looked up at him while sipping her sweetened coffee and nodded in agreement. “It takes off the awkward edge of the situation, does it not?”

Harry hummed before turning around for the third time ever since they had left Starbucks to stroll through Holland Park just around the corner. “And they’re at your back every time you leave Kensington or Buckingham?” He dared to ask, and the blonde princess looked over her shoulder as well, where Aaron, Egil, and Matthew walked at a respectful distance but kept their eyes either on her very person or on her surroundings. Even Harry was eyed cautiously from time to time. “Every minute of every day I spend outside Kensington. I am sorry if they make you uncomfortable. And again, sorry for their treatment earlier—they are kind of… quick in their actions when it comes to me.” It still seriously bothered her as soon as she remembered the harsh grip Aaron had used on the man next to her, even though it had been her fault, to begin with.

But Harry only shrugged it off before pushing one hand into the pocket of his coat. “I really don’t mind, and the situation earlier is already forgotten. Really,” he told her with empathy as his eyes had witnessed the unconvincingly furrowed blonde brows. “I only imagine it to be… constricting. I have the freedom to walk around without security when I’m not on my way to shows or interviews and all the stuff, but you…” The princess clearly could see and hear the sympathy of the singer, but she only shrugged with a small smile. “I am used to it—it had always been this way. I can’t remember a moment outside the palace where I didn’t have them trailing behind me. Even during my studies at Oxford.” Now, Harry looked back again. “So… The dark brooding shadow and the light, bright giant always sat behind you in a sea of young adults? Let me guess.” He grinned now, and YN felt her heart beating even faster than it already did. She just had to laugh. “Yes, if you guessed that they had a lot of female admirers trailing behind them, then you are totally right,” the princess chuckled, the memories still very vivid in her mind. The man grinned as well and softly grabbed her hand to steady her as YN kind of stumbled over a bump on the stone path, and both felt their hearts flutter.

“Sometimes I’m too clumsy for this world,” she mumbled behind her coffee cup, and Harry chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, it never shows,” he winked. YN felt the blood rising into her cheeks and hid them in the collar of her coat. “I am glad to hear that. Imagine what Granny would say if she knew that the entire Commonwealth gossiped over their clumsy princess.” She always knew how to change topics involving compliments into a joke. Her family didn’t like that very much. But Harry seemingly caught up to it, judging by the knowing expression settling on his devilishly handsome face. “What does she say about the gossip throughout the country that their princess is a sworn Harry Styles fan?” YN let her head fall back while a laugh escaped her. “She took it surprisingly good. Well, she isn’t a huge fan of me talking to god knows what interviewers, magazines, and newspapers, but she knows my opinion about it and how rarely I change my mind if someone tries to change it—especially if the someone is part of my family. So, naturally, she wasn’t a fan of the entire world knowing the contents of my playlists. But my music preferences never bothered her, and I think she even enjoys some of your songs, but don’t ever mention that to her.” Smirking, YN softly shrugged to end her small monologue. Sometimes she really couldn’t shut her bloody mouth.

Harry laughed under his breath while maneuvering her around the fountain and behind the line of trees to escape a small group of young adults. “I will keep that in mind in case I’ll ever meet the Queen of England. But after today? I won’t say never ever again.” They rounded some sadly-looking bushes—winter should be cursed and banned from her island—before he increased his steps to stop right in front of her. Cocking a blonde brow, YN looked up to him, unsure what this meant. “I think I would’ve known if you ever went to one of my shows.” She hummed, interested in what this would lead to. But now, Harry looked nervous, as if he hadn’t thought this through, but he proceeded anyway after a deep breath. “Would you like to come to one? I could arrange that you won’t be bothered by anyone, save you a spot backstage, block an entire row for you, whatever you want. I just…”

The brunette fell silent, the panic evident in his eyes, and YN just had to think how thoughtful and… lovely he was. “I just thought you’d might like to come, ‘s all,” the singer ended in a lower tone than before, seemingly trying to find a hole in which he could vanish. But YN smiled warmly up to him, and the sight alone eased his rising anxiety tremendously. “Funny thing you mention that. My brothers and papa gifted me a ticket for the London show in your upcoming tour, so… yeah. It will finally happen.” But then, a thought occurred in her mind, and her bright eyes widened. “Could I come to your Fine Line listening?”

Now, he stared down at her with just as wide eyes as she did and felt himself nodding violently. “Yes! Of course! That… that would be great, actually. It’s supposed to be something small and… intimate, so this would be perfect. I… Give me a sec.” With that, he rounded YN with a mission in mind and stepped up to her protection squad. She couldn’t exactly hear what they talked about, but Harry returned with a piece of paper and a pen. He started to scribble something on the white surface as he stopped in front of her and smiled as he handed it over. YN took it, of course, and examined the number and the ‘Harry’ written in pretty handwriting. “You are aware of the fact that I possess and carry around a phone in my pockets?” The princess asked with a smile tucking at her lips, but Harry only shrugged. “I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to seem rude in assuming anything.” Her heart fluttered again at his thoughtfulness.

This man simply was a literal angel.

“It’s my private number. You can call or text me whenever you want. The details for the listening event aren’t wrapped up yet, so if you have dates in mind—let me know, yeah? I’d love to have you there because… I don’t know. You are just easy to talk to, and I think you’d enjoy this little get-together with some people to listen to me rambling about my writing and recording process, and me singing, of course, and that sounds so narcissistic, and I’m sorry for that, and…-“

YN stepped closer to him and tapped his lips gently with the white card to make him stop. “You do not have to worry about how you sound because I know you are not a narcissist. You just love what you’re doing. And I would love to see you in your element and talk to your lovely fans because Harries are the best kind of company.” He sighed deeply before taking a deep breath. “Okay.” She smiled up at him. “Okay,” she repeated and took a glance at her watch. “Fuck.” She surprised them both with her small outburst. “I totally forgot the time, but this was probably the best afternoon I had in a very long time.” Harry took her emptied cup out of her hand and threw them both in the bin next to the sadly-looking bush. “I will never forget the story about the Salmon Sandwich Incident,” the brunette told her with a serious look before breaking out into a chuckle, to which she followed close. “Dito with the Cheeto ice cream story.” Another laughing fit caught the pair before YN slowly held out her hand, which Harry gladly accepted.

They stood there for a rather long time, just shaking hands and staring into each other’s eyes, taking in the sight of one another while stressing the moment into infinity. “I have to go,” YN whispered, and Harry nodded. “I know.” But still, he didn’t let go of her hand, nor let she go of his. “I really want to see you again,” he all of a sudden almost burst out even though his brain had told him to keep this wish a secret. But after nearly three hours in her company, Harry couldn’t let her just go without letting her know what he thought. Surprise settled on her face. “You do?” The surprise was even evident in her voice. “Yes, I do. And not just at events or shows, or on the television.” Her breath hitched in her throat, and the princess swallowed dryly and tried to suck enough oxygen into her lungs to answer him properly.

“I’d love that.”

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vanityfair Today’s guest is singer-songwriter Harry Styles! We had the pleasure to talk about the process behind his new studio album Fine Line, how life has treated the 26-year-old in the past months, and to which realizations he came during the promotion of his new album.

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vanityfair “I recently had the most interesting and… and most mind-opening conversation in a very long time. You see, even though there are millions of celebrities out there in the world, there are… I don’t know, differences between some and others. I, for example, can cross the street and get my groceries without security officers behind my back, while others can’t do ordinary things like that—think about it for a second, and you are made painfully aware of the freedom and… and independence you hold. I can’t say it in other words, but I felt privileged when realizing it. Society has to keep that in mind before throwing assumptions through the room because even celebrities are only human.”

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↳ hsfan1 I’m so sure that he talks about YN if the rumors are true 🥺

↳ yourfan1 that’s definitely about YN, can’t change my mind.

hsfan2 He looked so handsome in that slip-over 😮‍💨

harrystylesforever He speaks the truth.

harrystylesfanpage Handsome, thoughtful, a literal angel. One could not ask for more in a man.

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yourfan2 I wish the universe would grant me the sight of YN and Harry together in a happy relationship, but I know that that’s not possible because of Royal Protocol or some shit.

↳ royalistsbitch It is possible, but imagine the situation YN is in after her second brother married a “commoner”. She probably has the pressure to marry another royal because her Grandma wants it that way 😩

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Returning to Buckingham had been unpleasant. Not because she disliked the palace—she kind of loved it, actually—but because she knew how her Grandma would react after she most definitely had read the articles and assumptions wildly thrown around. Her Granny never really believed what the tabloids wrote, but she still asked every single time her face appeared in one of these ever since that… incident with Lewis Cornwall, son of Nicholas Cornwall, Duke of Hastings and her father’s—former—closest friend. YN knew that she only deeply cared for her youngest granddaughter and always wanted to know her side of the stories circulating through the world before finally going down the drain because something new sparked the tabloids’ interest.

God bless the short attention span of those, the princess thought cynical.

“Her Majesty awaits you in the blue salon,” Harold, one of the many butlers, told her after the blonde had left the car, only two days after her fateful meeting with Harry Styles. With a soft sigh, YN walked up the many stairs, put carpeted hallways behind her, and crossed employees with a gentle smile on her lips and a nod of her head before finally arriving in front of the blue salon. Taking a last deep breath, the princess entered the grand room with the blue wallpapers through the wide-open French doors; her eyes immediately fell onto the white-haired woman sitting on one of the armchairs, signature purse on the coffee table right next to her. A few years back, it had its spot next to her feet, but now, with even more years on her life scale, the Queen opted to have it on elevated places so she didn’t need to bend down anymore.

“Ah, there you are,” the Queen of England greeted her granddaughter, and YN walked over to her, bent down, and pressed a loving kiss to her wrinkled cheek. “Excuse me, Granny. I just got your message and tried to get here as fast as possible,” she explained, but the older woman only dismissed her excuse with a slight raise of her hand. “Nonsense, darling. Only because I scream for attention does not mean you have to rush away from whatever appointment you had to get to your old Grandma.”

Chuckling, YN situated herself on the armchair opposite her and mumbled a silent “Thank you” as Hugh came with the tea. Taking the saucer with the cup of tea on it in hand, she softly stirred through the perfectly brewed Earl Grey with a hint of lemon and a teaspoon of sugar inside. She sometimes preferred milk to lighten the taste a bit, but with her Granny, she always drank it the most British way.

“Am I allowed to take a sip and get a bite of that sandwich, or do you want to get straight to the point?” YN asked with a smile tucking at her lips, and the Queen showed one of her rare grins, specially reserved for her grandchildren and her husband. “I thought I would let you taste the new recipe for the tomato cream first,” Elizabeth returned, and the princess laughed softly before putting down the saucer and the cup and folding her hands in her lap. “No, you can jump straight to the point.”

The Queen sipped on her tea herself before morphing her expression into something resembling seriousness. YN leaned back in the armchair, crossing her legs and elbows resting on the armrests. “I never object your tendencies to wander and stroll around the city, nor do I object your fondness of talking to… interesting magazines like a common celebrity. I fully understand that you belong to a different generation, which handles things differently. But what I have to object to is your contact with said common celebrities.” Cocking a blonde brow, YN waited for her to continue. “A singer, YN,” she almost spat it out as if his profession was something bordering scandalous. All the princess could do was shrug her shoulders. “I don’t see what is so wrong about being a singer for a living, especially if one is a worldwide known and praised artist. He is British, English even, Granny.”

Elizabeth didn’t laugh about it. Instead, her forehead furrowed tremendously, white eyebrows knitted. “This is not something to jest about, YN Diana.” Oh, they had reached the second name dropping. Sighing, YN put both feet on the ground and leaned forward, forearms resting on her knees, confusion visible on her face. “I don’t understand the fuzz about all of it, Grandma. You never objected to my friendship with Meredith or Archie, even after he had given up every single title and started his acting career. Why the sudden change?” The Queen eyed her intently. “Meredith and Archibald are proper associations for a princess.” Now she had lost her entirely. “And Harry Styles is not? The most thoughtful and loveliest man ever in existence is not a proper acquaintance?” Her Grandmother sighed deeply. “You don’t know him, YN, and… look how he dresses. This is certainly not an adequate connection for a princess. You have to think about this family, YN, about your title and position. You are not a commoner, so you cannot behave like one, not if you do not want to end like your…-“

The princess raised jerkily to both feet and let the Queen herself grow silent. “Do not dare to end that sentence how you intended to end it,” she whispered with a strained voice, anger boiling in her body, eyes resting unmoving on the older woman in front of her.

Gladly, Jameson just entered with a bow but stopped at the sight of the standing princess. “I am sorry, Your Highness, I didn’t know you were here. I will return when…-“ But YN shook her head. “No, it’s alright, Jameson. I was on my way out anyway,” she told him with as much grace as she could muster because she felt like screaming and leaving this place running. She spared another glance at her Granny before curtsying just as she had been drilled all her life. “Grandmother,” was all the princess said before leaving the blue salon to return to Kensington, back into the safety of her home.

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hi! sorry i thought of another. don’t hate me! but could i please request reader and either sam or dean (writer’s choice!) where they’re newly together with reader and they’re asleep spooning and reader gets her period overnight and when they wake up it turns out they ruined both their pants and reader is feeling all embarrassed and upset but sam/dean just hugs them and is like "please, of all the blood, guts, and gore i’ve ever had on me, this is nothing!" and it’s all fluffy and sweet even though the brother is kind of out of their depth with the situation? (sorry i woke up to an unexpected visit from aunt flo this morning and i’m dying for fluff lol)

I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this out, Anon.

Warnings: mention of menstruation and blood, fluff

Word count: 789: a cute little, short one this time.

The floor creaks under Y/N’s foot as she tiptoes to grab her bag next to the door of his room. "Shit,” she whispers under her breath, scrunching her face as she slows her movements even more. All she wants to do is get herself cleaned up before her boyfriend of only three freaking months wakes up and discovers the blood on her pants.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice cracks when he calls out for her in his half-sleeping state, “what’re you doin'? What time is it?” he asks, snapping out of it. 

“Uh,” she freezes, the air conditioning of the bunker roars, and she’s thankful it fills in for her silence, “a little after four,” she says in a whisper, evading the first question. 

“In the morning?” he yawns, slowly shimmying his way to sit at the edge of the bed. 

She contemplates just telling him what’s going on, but she has no idea yet how she’d respond, and right now, she just couldn’t possibly bear the embarrassment that would come if he’s the kind of guy that’s grossed out by that. So, she lies, “yeah, but you go back to bed, love. I’m okay.” 

There’s a click as the lamp turns on, a yellow light filling the room just as he lets out a groan. Dean brings his body to an upright position, “not if you’re up this early, you’re not,” he jokes, but his laughter is replaced with nerves when she doesn’t even smile. “Seriously, you okay?” he asks, wide eyes dropping down to the bag she holds at her waist. 

“Uh, I… it-” she stumbles over her words because how the Hell is she going to explain to her new boyfriend that she was trying to get a quick shower to wash off the period blood’s surprise visit before he woke up? 

He tosses the blankets off of his lap, planting his feet firmly on the cold, hardwood floor. Y/N’s face fills with a warm, deep red when she notices the blood stain on the crotch of Dean’s pants. She should have known that could happen. They had their most peaceful sleep yet, and she remembers waking up in the same little spoon position she fell asleep in.

She lets the bag fall as her hands fly to her face, “ugh,” she groans before pressing them tighter, the contrast of cold hands on her hot face feeling like the light at the end of the tunnel. She mumbles something into her hands. 

“What?” he says, “sorry, I didn’t understand what you said.” 

Dropping her hands, she closes her eyes and swallows hard, “I got my period while we were sleeping,” she says quickly. She dreads his reaction but opens her eyes slowly. 

“Oh!” he sighs, eyes going back to the bag to see a tampon sticking out of the side of it, “that’s what this is about? Jesus, Y/N! You scared me. I thought you were trying to jump ship or something,” he says, the bed squeaking as he lifts himself off of it. He takes a few careful steps towards her before placing his hands on the back of her hips.  

“Wait,” she leans back against his hands, “you thought I was trying to sneak out?” 

He raises his eyebrows with a small shake of his head, “well, what else was I supposed to think?” 

She lets her anxiety out in a shaky laugh, “I - no, I just wanted to take a shower and change my clothes,” she starts, but pulls away to point at his pants, “but, ugh, I can’t believe it got on you, too! I’m so sorry, Dean. If I had known it was coming, I could have prepared better. I’ll buy you a new pair of pajama pants, though,” she raises her hands to cover her face again, but he grabs them by the wrists and pulls him into his chest. 

“No, Y/N, it’s okay! They’re just pants,” he says, looking intently into her eyes, “please, of all the blood, guts, and gore I’ve ever had on me, this is nothing!” he smiles, bringing her hands up to his lips to kiss each one before planting a kiss on her forehead. “Come on,” he says, releasing her from his grip, “I’ll take you to the bathroom and you can shower or take a bath, whatever you need to do, I’ll get you some tea if you want, our clothes in the wash, and a towel in the dryer,” he says with a big, sleepy smile. 

She loses herself in his eyes, the corners of her lips turn down out of pure awe and appreciation for how he’s responding with such sensitivity. "You're truly amazing, Dean. How did I get so lucky?"

"I think I'm the lucky one here." Dean smiles, going in for another kiss. “I’m gonna get you that tea.” 

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OMGG IM SO HAPPY THAT YOURE TAKING TAN REQUESTS HES LITERALLY MY BBG OMG ‼️‼️

So what about a reader who’s like Ellie from The Last of Us? So Tangerine and Lemon get this mission from their dealer that they have to deliver this girl to this place, like a cargo mission. And the girl is a very defiant teenager who just talks back and makes snarky comments to them (mostly to Tan T▽T). But then she ends up really trusting them and getting attached to them. I’m sorry if this is too detailed or if it doesn’t make sense 😭😭

I LOVED THIS REQUEST ANON 🤭🤭 lemon and reader are so silly heheh

Mentions of human experimentation, abuse, needles (nothing graphic or descriptive)

Annoying little sister

“Swear to god, can’t stand teenagers. This missions gonna be annoying, I can already tell.” Lemon said.

Tangerine scoffed “Says here that she’s snarky, and puts up a fight.”

“Like living hell basically.”

Tangerine stopped the car, looking at the warehouse you were in. It was guarded, heavily. They would have to sneak around.

“Shit. We better be gettin’ payed good for this girl.” Tangerine sighed,

“Why’s she so special?” Lemon asked.

“‘Parrently she’s some sorta superhuman or somethin’. Daughter of some billionaire. Human experiment I guess.” He read, and put the folder down.

“Shit, seriously? Sounds like some sorta movie stuff.”

Tangerine snorted, and opened the door quietly. They parked far away from it, and they hid behind some boxes and made their way to the back. A small door, still guarded but with less people.

They looked at each other, and looked back.

They fixed up, and stood up. They took out their guns to look like the others.

“What are you going in for?” A man stated, blocking them when they went over to the door.

“Boss wants us to go in and… interrogate..” Tangerine said, making something up on the spot.

The man furrowed his eyebrows. “Your Ethan?”

Tangerine nodded.

“Oh.. just expected you to look a lot… different. Come in.” He opened the door, tangerine and lemon couldn’t believe it had worked.

The inside was empty, it had a small room. They opened the door to you, handcuffed to the bed.

You didn’t see them as you thrashed on the floor, struggling in the handcuffs and groaning in annoyance.

You snapped your head to them when you finally saw them, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What? Come here to feed me? Cause honestly I’m starving and you bitches don’t seem to have anything at all-“

You were confused when they went up to you and uncuffed you from the bed. Your hands still handcuffed however, as they roughly dragged you out. They snuck around the back again, breaking a window to distract them and leaving quickly in the car, the guards shooting it at the same time.

You then grabbed a small Bobby pin that was luckily laying on the ground when they weren’t looking. Then you were shoved into the car roughly, as they sped off.

You put your hands behind you, messing with the lock.

“So who exactly are you guys?” You questioned.

“We’re here to deliver you to someone.”

“Definitely not my dad, he don’t care bout me. So then who?”

They both ignored you, and you finally picked the lock, and put your arms on the seats.

“So where we going?”

They both looked at each other and then you.

“You seriously picked it?”

“It’s easy. I’ve done it tons. They took away all my Bobby pins though. Which makes sense because I kept breaking outta them.” You shrugged, and rambled on.

Lemon listened and he asked a question.

“So what’s the deal with your dad? And the whole human experiment thing?”

“Well, my dads just an asshole. Sure you heard of him, real famous, but he’s a asshole. He abused me and my family, blah blah sob story, and he’s the one who sold me into the human experiment thing. After that I was just passed around and giving blood 24/7.” You showed him your arm.

“Jesus Christ.” tangerine mumbled when he looked.

You shrugged “Im used to it by now. And now I’m guessing that you guys are just taking me to another buyer. More tests, yay.” You said,

Tangerine and lemon looked at each other. Tangerine knew what he was thinking. He stopped the car and parked it in an empty lot.

“Come on..” lemon said.

“No way.”

“She’s a kid.”

“I’m right here..” you mumbled.

“Exactly, she’s a kid. No. Way.”

“We can’t jus’ give her up!”

“I agree with this very nice gentleman over here.” You nodded to lemon.

“Shut it.” Tangerine said, whipping his head to you. “And it’s dangerous. Gonna be on the run if we do.”

“Don’t you remember when we were kids?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit-“

“She hasn’t had a childhood, think bout it. She didn’t have a childhood like we did.”

“Yeah, ain’t got no friends or nothing.” You said, fidgeting with the handcuffs. You picked up a book that was in the back of the car.

“Whoever is reading this shit is hornyyy.” You snickered, realizing that it was a smut. Tangerine snapped his eyes back and took the book.

“It ain’t for kids. It’s a good book.” He said, almost like a child himself.

Lemon snickered as well “And she’s got powers, how would she not be useful?”

“True. How do you think I got that bobby-pin from the floor? Can’t really bend down with handcuffs.” You held the handcuffs up.

Tangerine groaned in annoyance “You’re such a pain in my ass and we’ve barely known each other for five minutes.”

“That’s what I do.” You said, smirking as he drove off to a hotel for the night.

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That was 3 years ago, now you were fighting with them, at a different agency.

They would always say how your their “annoying little sister”

(Tangerine added the annoying part)

“Oooo, it’s so nice over here.” You laughed, looking at the shops all around the place, the neon lights and nice people. You guys were currently in Japan, going to do a mission on a train.

Lemon smiled as well, also looking around while Tangerine stayed focused.

“Focus.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling you two closer to him so that you didn’t go off path.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Lemon said.

“He always wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.” You giggled and lemon snickered quietly, tangerine giving him a glare.

“Sorry, mate.”

Tangerine rolled his eyes, he could already tell this mission would be annoying with you two.

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I think it's also worth mentioning that you can still like a ship but realize the problems with it. I know a lot of Stoltiz fans who shipped it during season one because how 'messy' it was (I wouldn't call forced sex and one dehumanizing the other messy but ya know) jumped ship once season two aired being how it took away the things that they found interesting about it and attempted to make it 'wholesome' when it never was or meant to be so.

I'm complete Fizzomdous trash but even I realize the problems within season two and hate how both were defanged and feeling as if Fizz's personality and treatment from the writers made him less of the gremlin we loved while also taking away his agency (I'm the one who sent the disability ask a while ago). Yes they still have cute moments but I kinda wish their relationship they were treated like...well ya know, like they're both adults. Plus them tag team roasting your sex life. That was fun.

Hell, I could have gotten behind Stoltiz if there wasn't the full moon deal plus while still privileged Stolas at least attempted to get to know Blitzo as a person supposed to only use him for sex. Yes, Stolas still cheated and could be a bit out of touch with reality without realizing how much this is affecting Octavia, but at least there's a chance of character development and a real messy kind of relationship.

Helluva Boss is supposed to be a show for adults yet treats its audience like children more than shows aimed for that demographic. It feels as if it wants to write messy or dark dynamics but then backpedals and tries to 'savage' what's already an unhealthy relationship into something that we should be rooting for. Honestly it wouldn't surprise at this point if Viv chooses to recon the whole of season one being it makes Stolas look bad when he was suppose to be the bad guy to begin with.

Sorry for rambling...

Anon, if every message was like you. I’d never be getting irritated with people. Please know I don’t have a problem with anything said here.

And that’s fine, because we don’t all have to debate things. You don’t have to feel guilty for liking or not liking something. Even if people test me sometimes that’s at least what I try to stick to. I’m tired of shipping wars. You are in no way a bad person if you don’t feel like looking deep into things that happened because everyone will enjoy things differently. I run a blog that’s partially random ‘turn your brain off and enjoy it’ content; and critical content where I really don’t hold back.

So I think this has all taught me to improve my tagging systems so people can filter it and only have to engage with it if they want to.

I completely understand and agree with you, and people should enjoy the fanon in any way they choose. Because those are the fans stories, their content, their original material. They also aren’t above critique when things go to nasty territory (you probably know the kind I mean) but are usually harming nobody.

Its different when we get to ignoring and recontextualising canon events that all of us saw. “That didn’t happen the way you remember” “you’re delusional if you think the scene happened like that” (this oneeee 👹🔥🔥) or when it gets really bad, reaching levels of “actually sex consent is a flexible thing, like paying rent” 😶😶because then it leaves the realm of fiction, and right to reality.

Personally, the romantic relationships other than moxxie and Millie weren’t why I ever watched the show. I don’t really find relationship melodrama fun but if I’m suppose to take it seriously, I will.

I think I’d like Stolitz as exes that are now on ok terms. Almost like an anti verosika. The first relationship Blitzø ended in a more healthy way. Them both realising the spark has gone, the feelings weren’t really “love” but loneliness, and that they learned a lot from each other, but don’t really like each other anymore that way, too much bad blood had happened, and have very different priorities and values in life. A scene where Blitz sees Stolas at Ozzies with someone new, with them both smiling and chatting and stolas blushing at his new crush, and the other guy blushing back and crushing just as hard, then we see blitz genuinely smiling and happy for him without any hint of jealousy, then heading back to pride with his friends, that’s a beautiful ending. To me anyway.

Hell if Via feels this strongly like Stolas’ lustful obsession is ruining his relationship with her. That is grounds for ending it. My dude, he’s just not the one for you. LooLoo land and Seeing Stars, where it ends with Stolas holding Via, only her, while IMP are in their own corner, separate, but happy, those are the happy endings. Not tacking stolas onto IMP and having Via tell us that stolas loves blitz over her even though he honestly…doesn’t. Like cmon there’s no way in any universe blitz is competing with Octavia.

Man can you imagine if Via helped Stolas make a lustinder, do a profile pic, find new dating tactics and choose an outfit? And be very supportive and excited for him? Hi?? yes?? that’s super cute and that’s stolas fixed for me. Stella shouldn’t be his only romantic history and frame of reference, that’s bonkers.

[bunnimatsu]

How would the brothers feel about femdom?

gooooddd question anon

let’s find out shall we?

(NSFW under the cut)

osomatsu is kinda meh when it comes to a dominant partner. what i mean by that is that he just wants someone around him and he doesn’t care what the hell he gets lmfao. he’s nearly reaching his thirties, he’ll take what he can get.

with that being said, he’s R E A D Y for you.

when you guys start a scene, he’ll do those moans that you hear in porn (you know the overly exaggerated ones) because he thinks it’s something you’ll like to hear, but you kinda just roll your eyes and go harder.

and that’s where you’ll get him to actually make noise for you.

and my god is it the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard come from a man’s mouth.

i think he prefers you taking him via riding however.

i mean getting ass fucked is great and all but the feeling of your walls tightening around him while you’re on top of him? and then the overstimulation after he’s been milked 2 times but you’re still fucking the lights out of him?

my boy’s addicted to that.

karamatsu likes to pretend he’s some dominant alpha male who takes no shit from anyone but we all know that he’s just a bottom ready to be taken at any given moment.

when you came into his life, he thought he could fool you

but by heaven’s grace was he wrong.

the way he portrayed himself at first was something you chuckle at when you remember it.

he kept lowering his voice around you, touching you, telling you that you were all his….

oh how the tables turned when you looked at him with the most dangerous eyes and smiled all pretty to cover up the glint in your eyes.

“yeah? i’m all yours, karamatsu?”

the way your voice dipped was something that stained his brain forever.

and then you chuckled darkly as you pulled him in by the collar, leaning in close to his ear.

“that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart…..”

let’s just say he ended up really sore the next morning and didn’t look anyone in the eye except yours.

oh please, its choromatsu’s dream! while yes, he’s supposed to be a manly man and a straight one at that….

my boy needs the stress taken off of him.

look, all i’m saying is….

fuck this boy till he cries 🤷‍♀️

he’ll beg, he’ll whimper, he’ll absolutely sob out of desperation for you.

i’m not saying he’d prefer a dominant partner but….he’s not entirely opposed to it

while most of us sees ichimatsu as some dom that does obedience training, i honestly see him as a switch that leans towards sub a little more. but truly, i just think he doesn’t really care what kind of partner you are.

you want it rough? sure.

you want to fuck his ass? go for it.

ichimatsu’s all for it.

on the other hand, i think he’s drawn to dominant women tbh, idk there’s just something so alluring about them that makes his dick hard.

he’s a sadomasochist. (and y’all know how he sounded when he had a fucking flag pole get jabbed into his ass)

jyushimatsu is the most obedient boy you’ll ever meet. the minute you said “i’m gonna take care of you from here on out”, he was all in. he does everything you ask him to.

sometimes he has a touch of disobedience but that’s just to somewhat get of a rise out of you.

but mostly it’s him being your good little puppy.

todomatsu.

need i remind you of my pegging hcs?

no but seriously.

i genuinely think that todomatsu is a bit iffy on having a completely dominant partner. i mean don’t get him wrong, it’s great because he gets mind blowing sex just by talking back at you.

but sometimes it makes him like…feel somewhat ashamed of not being able to ‘be a man’ and all that.

i’m not saying he has toxic masculinity or anything but it’s more so on my personal headcanon of him being like “i’m kinda tired of being seen as someone who can’t fight back”, you know what i mean?

but i think he can adjust to his dominant girlfriend…

besides….

who said you were done pleasing me, [name]?

and that’s that my loves!

hope you enjoyed it, sorry about the vaguness but i really could not think of anything better than this. i still hoped you enjoyed me genuinely answering your question tho!

love you and see you in the next one,

jarvis <3

[specialagentlokitty]

Lydia x Sister!reader - what’re family for

Would I be able to request an imagine from teen wolf where reader is Lydia’s younger sibling, and because of her Lydia’s status vs readers, Lydia’s friends bully reader, and Lydia sticks up for reader, ditching her friends to hang out with her sibling instead? - Anon💜

Sitting on the bench, you were reading the book in your hand, you flicked your eyes up when you heard snickered and watched as Jackson walked over to you.

“Come on, you’re not really reading again are you?”

“Bite me Jackson.” You snapped.

“Oo someone’s snappy, what’s this?”

He took the book from your hands and backed away into his group of friends as he read the title aloud.

Scoffing, he tossed the book into a nearby trash can.

“Jackson!” You yelled.

“Don’t be such a nerd (Y/N), honestly live a little.” Someone laughed.

“Jackson!”

You all turned around to see your older sister coming around the corner, a scowl on her face as she turned around and slapped her boyfriend and you smiled a little.

“Seriously?!” She yelled.

“Oh come on, the little geek doesn’t mind, do you?” He snarled at you.

You went to reply but you were cut off by Lydia holding her hand up and you closed your mouth again.

“I don’t care! That’s my sister! Seriously what the hell is wrong with you all?!”

She stormed over to you, grabbing your arm she dragged you away from the ground and you stumbled after her, trying to match her pace.

Once she was sure you were far enough away she slowed down and let go of your arm and taking your hand in hers.

“I’m sorry.” She said softly.

“Not your fault…” you shrugged a little.

Lydia sighed and shook her head.

“Still they’re my friends, I don’t get why they pick on you so much.”

You shrugged a little and sat on the curb.

Lydia looked at you before walking around and standing in front of you instead of risking getting her dress all dirty.

“What did they do?” She asked.

“Ly it doesn’t matter honestly.”

“(Y/N).” She warned.

Looking up at your sister, she had her arms crossed as she looked at you, waiting for you to answer her question and you sighed.

“Threw my book in the trash.”

Lydia rummaged through her bag before pulling her keys out, dangling them in the air as she held out a hand towards you.

“Let’s go.”

“What? Where?”

“To get you a new one of course! And lunch, I know this real cute cafe you’ll just love!”

“What about school?”

Lydia laughed a little, taking your hand in hers she pulled you up and grabbed your bag, holding it out to you.

Taking it, you followed behind her as you guys made your way through the parking lot towards her car.

“Please, one day won’t affect us. You’re at the top of your class remember.” She sang.

You laughed a little and nodded sheepishly as you climbed into the car.

“Can we get some other stuff while we’re out?” You asked.

Lydia smiled softly at you as she nodded her head.

“Of course, whatever you want!”

You beamed happily and started to ramble on about all the stores you wanted to go to and a few things you wanted to buy and Lydia smiled.

You guys were two totally different people, but she loved you with her whole heart.

She would deal with Jackson and the rest of that group later on, right now she was going to do anything she could to make you forget about what they were doing to you.

Just like every time they started on you she was always going to take your side because you were her family. You were always standing behind her, evening with all the weird stuff going on right now, you never doubted her for a single second.

That’s what it meant to be family, to always be there for one another no matter what

[ooo-protean-ooo]

@princesssmimi this is for you and your Anon based on these!!⬇️⬇️

Minors DNI 🔞😾

Smut

Humiliation/degradation

Slapping

Fingering

D/s

Pairings: StevexEddiexReader

6.3k word count!

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Their Glistening Whore

You did want to be used, god so fucking bad.

But it was always hard to admit. Oh Steve had done it, gotten you to sputter the truth numerous times, but only when you were a pooling mess over his fingers and tongue.

Ever the mouthy brazen little shit until you’re told to admit what you want.

A dark and slightly musical laugh painted the breeze as both Steve and your heads jerk to find it’s source.

Low and behold, just the devil Harrington was speaking of.

“There’s no way he didn’t see it, sweetheart,” he began, a sure and devious grin against his features.

“I saw them squeeze together from here.”

The king of Hawkins bit his lip against a suddenly animalistic grin of his own that spoke of your poor little fate and how it was set for the night.

And you fucking knew it too, as he turned his gaze slowly back on you, pupils actively blowing wide in front of you while The musician emerged.

“Go on big boy, put a little fear in’er,” Eddie dared, pulling out a cigarette and sliding it against his lips to stop it from sticking before it rested between his teeth, raking his mahogany eyes over you.

“Hell, maybe someone else will wander out here to witness her consequences too,” he offered.

That thought sent your blood running a little cooler. The embarrassment gripping your mind like a vice.

“Wait! wait-wait-wait. Fuck, ok I’m sorry. Steve, seriously,” you rattle off trying to push against him, mewling when his knee slots itself between your thighs, lifting high to press against your sweltering cunt.

A pathetic airy sound drips from your tongue as your trembling jaw falls slack at the exquisite pressure.

Just Right. Goddamnit, just fucking right.

“F-fuck!” You clip plushly, the ‘k’ classily enunciated in the crisp winter air.

Eddie snorts, the cigarette bobbing between his lips as his brows rise and fall, head ticking in a quick incredulous motion.

He lit it, taking a drag.

Steve had one hand on the wall behind your head, while the other had moved to encase your throat.

But he felt his brows pull together, a flicker of annoyance unfurling in his gut as he looked over his shoulder at the brunette.

“What’s funny Munson?” He asked.

You bite your lip, shuddering against Steve’s knee, writhing against it.

Eddie’s brows pulled together incredulously at the way Steve addressed him.

Like ‘really?’ His eyes said, lingering on the others for a hard fucking second before giving a curt bob of his head.

“Ok,” he says simply, tone lilting upwards as he tucked that little offense away for later.

Eddie removed the cigarette, letting go a trail of smoke that vanished with the breeze as soon as it had left his mouth.

“You’re gonna reward her for pawing all over everyone in there? I think she deserves some reprimand, pretty boy,” he said, somewhat dry and very matter of factly, nodding to you while raising a brow like The king should know better.

When Steve returned his attention to you a sudden agreement settled in his skin.

Eddie was fucking Right.

Your cheeks were flushed, your eyes lidded, your pupils dilated and a lazy smile sat on your lips almost smug, despite the threat he’d made.

Steve sneered.

“You’re absolutely right Ed’s,” he said, surprised he hadn’t seen it, before removing his knee abruptly and turning to take a couple steps away.

You gasped, your hips rutting forwards, mournfully chasing the sensation that was lost.

“W-wait! Ahh!”

Your brows knit high, pointing to something akin to agony as you settle back on your heels. But soon after, you scowl at the dungeon master, daggers shooting from your gaze to his growing grin of satisfaction.

Arrogant son of a bitch.

“Fuck you Eddie!” You spat bravely, a blush still tinting your cheeks.

Steve’s brows shot up as he turned back to face you, regarding your aggression as if to say ‘brave, are we?’

His eyes quickly shot back to the brunette, unintentionally and subconsciously slipping into an old rank of behavior as a hand ran through his tousled locks.

Your relationship with the brunette wasn’t seasoned. In fact you couldn’t even really be called friends.

Not that either of you were unfriendly, it’s just you never had a real opportunity to develop beyond acquaintanceship.

You passed each other in the hall, worked on a project together in Mrs O’Donnell’s and shared nods and smiles whenever your paths crossed around his and Steve’s unofficial shared lost boys.

You couldn’t lie though….Eddie Munson was criminally pretty, and the air he held, especially around you…well it was electric.

Whenever your eyes met, it’s like he was sliding on a mask.

Not to be fake per say, but rather for the good of you both, you surmised.

After all, you’d caught him sizing you up now and again as well.

But you were with Steve…and it was bordering on serious.

“Oh, fuck me, huh?” Eddie asked, eyes shadowing with challenge, the cigarette back between his lips as he straightened, taking the last hard drag before handing off the vice to Steve, who accepted without taking his eyes from you.

You feel yourself melt into the wall, your body on the edge of pleasure while simultaneously on sudden alert.

You fucked up.

And you knew you did.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“She’s got some flaws in her fealty Harrington,” he said sauntering over, the energy of him suddenly menacing and huge.

You set your jaw, determined not to look away.

Because fuck this guy! You’d decided flimsily.

Contrary to that failing mindset, something in the way he held himself made that ‘fear’ he suggested spark to life in the pit of your throat.

Without any discussing of it, at least not verbally, or with you, Steve, cigarette firmly between those pretty lips, lurched forwards in proximity to you, snaking his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, squeezing with mouthwatering purchase before hauling you forwards and then shoving you against Eddie’s chest.

W-what?? What was he doing?

No-no-no-no-NO!!!

The gasp you pull is choked by the time you’re on him, his ring clad digits now finding ownership of your pretty wind blown locks as you sputter and cough lightly from a cloud resulting by Steve’s bad habit.

“Mmm, sweet girl everyone in that room knows you wana fuck me, you made that frustratingly clear,” he said his tone chastising but amused.

“But I’m not your boyfriend, am I?” He continued, regarding you with mock shock.

“Thank god!” You bite, defiantly.

Eddie let out a bright laugh before slowly pulling your head back by the roots of your hair, an electric desire warming the back of your neck making you feel humiliated at the fact you can’t fight it -

A: because you’re physically not a match to his strength.

B: due to the fact that your nectar was already pooling against once pristine cotton panties beneath that short fucking skirt.

Perfect.

Before you could protest, you let go a breathy moan into the metalhead’s mouth as he skillfully licked into yours with a darkening half rasped chuckle of knowing. You wanted this, you had for a long time. Truthfully? You both did…

God it was unfair the way he seized you, wrecking your resolve with the taste and smell of tobacco, rich vanilla and bourbon.

Your eyes flutter closed, thighs squeezing together as you dizzily whine into the kiss with soft passes of your own petal soft lips, tongue unthinkingly rolling with his as if he’d been your boyfriend the whole goddamned time.

His free hand smoothed up your ribs until he met breast and found your nipple in an instant.

Eddie pinched hard, and the pain made you squeal and squirm, your hands suddenly finding the backs of his shoulders.

But after?…oh when he eased the pressure…the gradient pleasure bloomed like a Passion flower against your needy flesh.

You’re thighs were clenched so much now that you were shaking, and your quivering quim had its own pulse.

Traitor…

Eddie hummed approvingly, breaking the kiss only to lave into another with a growl that overwhelmed you deliciously.

Completely spellbound you angle into it, softly, slowly, suckling his tongue into your mouth with a mewl.

Like you hadn’t just implied gratitude for him NOT being yours. HA!

He closed off the kiss with a smug grin before tracing your lower lip with calloused middle and ring fingers.

“Yes princess, clearly thankful to god,” he breathed, sarcastic condescension dripping from his mouth before whipping you around so your back was flush against his chest.

The heat that flooded your face was noteworthy as Steve was suddenly in your view, sucking the last drag from the cigarette before flicking it Into the damp grass.

As guilty as it made you feel, You’d forgotten he was there in the middle of that heated betrayal Eddie assaulted you with.

You expected hurt or hate to be radiating from your boyfriends eyes. But no?

No.

He was grinning like a wolf.

‘What have I gotten myself into…’ you wonder to yourself dreamily, the rest of the inebriation settling into its delightful peak.

But then, suddenly you were moving.

Like a father would a small girl, Eddie had lifted you so your heels rested on his feet, and he walked you forwards in front of one of the floor length windows of Harrington’s house. The group of friends could be seen, but they weren’t so dead center that they saw you…yet.

“Like I said Steve, gotta put a little fear in’er if you want results!” He exclaimed, taking your arms and locking them behind your back so they rested against his abdominals.

Your breath hitched and you sputtered incoherencies that resembled protest and questioning.

“Hush,” Eddie commanded before turning to regard his comrade.

“May I?” He extends, offering the king of Hawkins an out to the deeds he was about to bestow upon you. On his girlfriend.

But the tawny man simply nodded, showing no sign of reluctance or unease whatsoever.

“Make her pay, Ed’s, she knows the safe word,” he said with a wink that escaped your awareness.

Eddie tilted his head down, his eyes remaining on Steve, brows shooting up into his bangs as if to silently confirm a question just between them.

Steve nodded and the next thing you knew, your skirt was being yanked up harshly, panties pulled down to reveal a thick line of slick that trailed from your core to the soaked spot that once covered your modesty.

“Oh baby girl, you’re. cunt. Is. Weeping! Jesus Christ, lookit’er,” he said smoothing his index and middle fingers over your vulva to spread you wide for your king.

“Your glistening whore, Stevie,” he proclaimed with gravel in his tone along with a cruel grin.

Harrington regarded your exposure like a meal, lips parted, eyes glazed over akin to a man starved as he walked towards you.

He ghosted tender digits over your satin folds only to garnish your wide eyed gaze while delivering a smack to your clit with a pressure that made you jolt, gasp, and wriggle.

Eddie chuckled further as your boyfriend brought his fingers to his lips, sucking the fluids from them as his expression turned hard, and dangerous as if you were young and broken serious rules.

“Desperate flavors Eddie. Desperate fucking flavors.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ figured,” the metalhead growled cruelly, before walking you forward just a tad more making your proximity to the window uncomfortable.

You were gonna get caught.

You were gonna get fucking caught.

The heat in your cheeks burst into raging trails down your neck and chest as Eddie’s skilled fingers began messaging tender flesh, working his way from the outside towards inner lips, softly tracing them and teasing the very edge line of your sweltering entrance. That sensitive vestibule that could make women spread their legs for Satan himself.

Also the reason the phrase ‘just the tip’ ALWAYS led to balls deep.

You were panting now, head having fallen lazily against Eddie’s shoulder as you mewled and whined.

“God, Eddie please…” you begged.

He barely slipped a teasing digit in only to return to your outer lips.

You whined, squirming, wishing he would truly slip inside of you, or catch your clit, or SOMETHING more.

But that was the point wasn’t it.

You thrashed a little and he instantly jerked you hard against him, stilling his fingers.

“Do it again, princess. I’ll lift your shirt, press those tits to the glass and knock,” he growled.

You stilled immediately, knowing he would make good on that promise.

If there was one thing you knew for sure about Eddie Munson, he stayed true to his word.

“You gonna stay still? Take it like you deserve it?”

You nodded, jaw tight as you tried your best to deny to yourself how fucking hot he was making you in fucking January, middle of the night for crying out loud.

As if you could hide the chords of arousal dripping from your cunt anyway.

A cruel hand shot to your cheeks, gripping like Steve had done when He walked you out here.

“Now, I know your Daddy taught you better manners than that. One more chance sweetheart, make it fucking count,” he seethed dangerously against your ear.

You felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull with desire, lower lip trembling with a certain lusting destain for the way he could make you do just as he said.

“Yes, Sir!” You bit out.

He cocked his head only slightly like you weren’t done.

“M’gonna take it like I deserve it.” You seethed back, glancing sidelong at him, love-hating him so goddamned bad right now.

After a moment of him searching your eyes he snorted, and gave a nod.

“Yeah. That’ll do,” he decided, releasing your face only to slither back Into your hair, pulling you right against him again, earning a moan.

“Atta girl-“ Steve starts but is cut off but a glance.

“Uh-uh, don’t praise her, Steve. She didn’t do good. She did what she was s’posed to,” he clipped, beginning his agonizingly slow passes against your cunt once more.

He snaps his attention back to you, his upper lip twitching slightly with annoyance of your behavior.

But it doesn’t take long to spread Into another sinister grin as he catches Robin laughing and gesturing wildly about something through the window.

The musician’s eyes flickered to Steve as he ticked his head to conjure him closer, simultaneously brushing your ear with his lips as he began to whisper.

“how long do you think before someone sees? Robins right there, and she notices everything eventually.”

Steve tucked in close, leaning into your other ear as he brushed feather light passes over the surface of your nipples before pinching firmly and tugging upwards .

You let go a ragged breath followed by a shameless whine, your head absently tucking into the side of Eddie’s face, your hips bucking against his fingers now completely, having given up on trying to deny them their fun.

You fought the good fight right?

Tried to spit your venom, tried to show him your middle finger as it were.

But with Steve backing him, how could you resist?

“Mmm. She’s gay as the day is long too sweet girl, five star eating I bet,” the King suggested.

Eddie chuckled, finally giving you some relief as he smeared your drooling desire over such a swollen pearl.

You groan an airy needy noise, tucking your face against Steve’s cheek now.

“Ooh, Daaady?… Daddy, Daddy, Daddy?”

What the fuck where you asking for?

You didn’t know.

“Maybe we should get her attention. Have her come out here, lave that tongue of hers into your pretty pussy,” the brunette added, ducking to nip at the flesh just beneath your ear lobe.

Sweet fucking fuck! They were going to be the fucking death of you!

Your breath hitched into a fluttering moan that was louder than you expected and you clamped your mouth shut, your heart pounding in your chest as you saw Robins brows knit looking around.

Panic

“Fuck, she’s gonna see me, guys, fucking stop, look! She’s looking around!” You squeal, beginning to thrash but stopping as Eddie squeezes his hold in your hair.

You remembered his threat and settle, stuttering out apologies, over and over, causing the brunette to relax and rub those once tightened fingers against your neck soothingly.

“Tshhhh, shhh-shh-shh, pretty girl, I know, I know,” he cooed.

“Say the word, babygirl. Say it and we’re done,” Steve breathed, sprawling his palm fully over one of your breasts, before softly pinching your tender bud, rolling it between his fingers, making your thighs tremble.

You can’t. You fucking can’t.

Using the safe word was like a betrayal unless it was absolutely needed.

Of course Steve never explicitly told you that, it was more your own standard.

And still…all you can do is groan furiously turning your head to meet Eddie’s amused and wild stare. Like he was daring you to pull something. Anything.

“I swear to god, I’ll fucking tell’em,” you hissed out with desperation.

The only card you had to play.

The only dirt you had on Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson.

Steve’s brows knitted at your words with confusion, but Eddie gaped a shocked and impressed smile.

You even earned a laugh at the threat.

He knew exactly your tactic.

“Tell me what?” Steve said glancing from you to Eddie, stilling his fingers.

When you only glared at Eddie, Your boyfriend pinched.

“Ow!” You bark, snapping your attention to Steve.

Eddie grinned a grin of razors, fully soaking in the wild side of your threat.

“Do it. I dare you sweetheart. I play chicken all the time,” he pressed, through gritted teeth; making a slow thick swipe down your slit and back up your clit.

You shudder hard, sighing out your need, and un intentionally whipping your head again in the musicians direction, your lips brushing his as he was so very in your face.

You’re eyes were lidded, and you arched into his touch with a broken mewl, eyeing him like your personal executioner. You didn’t deny him as he kept your stare but stole a slow messy kiss from your lips, groaning and laughing darkly as he did.

Truthfully in that second you wanted open your legs wider for him, moan loud and long so everyone could know just where the ruckus made birth.

But fuck, you just couldn’t let him have the satisfaction, the cocky fuck.

“You think I won’t Munson? Get bent, freak,” you breathed ironically against his lips, ballsy as hell, as you suck his lower lip into your mouth.

To your complete surprise, the dungeon masters expression filled with mirth at how deep you were digging your grave. Mirth and pride.

He angled into another small kiss never taking his eyes from you as he silently applauded you for treading the side of mischief.

And you kissed him back, again, with growing devotion as if he weren’t your enemy here in this little war of wit and gamble.

“O-hoh, the consequences, sugar,” he warned through that daring grin as he pulled away.

Just then a feral growl ripped through Steve as he jerked your chin back towards him so he was caging you with his blown stare.

At this rate you would have a sore neck!

“Tell. Me. Fucking. What.” Steve demanded.

It wasn’t fair what they were doing to you. What if Robin or any of them saw you like this? Exposed? Splayed for the world? Would they regard you with disgust? Would you become the Hawkins Whore?

Eddie particularly wasn’t playing fair, seeing as when Steve held you firm, the musician took the opportunity to pinch your clit and keep the hold, making you yelp a harsh sound.

Thankfully Steve had smacked his hand over your mouth, anticipating the sound.

You thrash about, shoulders screaming from the long held position, finally pushed beyond the fear of Eddie’s former threat by appalled seething outrage.

Just when Steve unclamped your mouth you blurt it out.

“Eddie wants to fuck you! I overheard Robin talking with him!!”

What you expect from your spilled secrets isn’t even close to what unfolded before you.

But it was too lat to take back the smug grin you were boring it into Eddie, neck crooked harshly to look at him.

Like you’d won.

Wrong.

Munson began to silently snicker, his shoulders shaking as he shook his head at your failure.

You’re brows began to knit, your smugness losing traction as you look back to Steve.

The king of Hawkins moved his widening gaze from your eyes towards Eddie’s, mock shock and disgust quickly cracking into a laugh he desperately tried to stifle.

God he tried. Really, he did.

Both Eddie and Steve jerk you from view of the window, crowding you against the little nook of brick that made up the fireplace which was out of view.

“The scandal! You- you homosexual deviant!” Steve said stumbling through bubbling laughter at the absurdity.

Eddie rolled his eyes, grinning and snorting before turning his face towards the tawny king, angling himself so he was rasping near on top of Steve’s lips.

“Is that how you felt when I was bottoming out? Fucking into you on your parents bed?” He teased.

Steve’s laughter died out quickly as he felt himself leak against his already strained jeans. He made a sound of longing, his expression broken in an instant as he fell prey to Eddie’s ravenous mouth, rolling tongues deepening further into the unexpected display before the brunette grabbed a fist full of Steve’s shirt collar to keep him close as he moaned.

You’re eyes were like saucers, and if you were wet before, you were giving the Niagara a run for its money now.

“What. Th’FUCK,” you whimper out, your breath uneven in your lungs.

Eddie held up a finger signaling for you to wait as he continued to roll his tongue against your boyfriends passionately, pulling noises that you’d never heard Steve even make.

He sounded like you.

Just like you when you were slipping into subspace.

Finally he broke away, keeping his hooded gaze on Steve as he spoke to you.

“What, you didn’t know? Stevie here was my toy before he was your boy,” he said through a grin.

“W-was?!” You choked out.

What the fuck could have possibly happened to fence off a fire like this?

It was a scandal!

Not that you weren’t happy to be with Steve…but that kiss…that kiss was magic.

You make a choked sound of disbelief, but before you could complain about the unfairness, Eddie and Steve both round on you, the musicians large hand slipping beneath your skirt, past the panties, middle and index slipping deep into your core to that spongy heaven which made you shudder and moan low.

In an instant.

He found it in a fucking instant.

“Freakish in’it,” he said, mirroring your thoughts about his precision with a smirk, the play on words making you blush hot as your jaw dropped open again with a cracking wanton noise of pathetic ness.

Steve leaned in to shove your shirt up, his lips closing around a rosey needy nipple as his free hand cupped and squeezed the other.

“AWH, FUCK” you blurt out in a strained pitch at the sensation.

He groaned, suckling against you and swirling his tongue as Eddie delivered such aching news.

The metalhead pumped into you slowly, deliciously, curling his fingers and beckoning you i to bliss as he informed,

“As much as you want me to finger fuck you until your spilling into my palm-“ he started.

“No, no-no-no-no-no Eddie PLEASE” you sob, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled against your hair, yanking his digits from you after a little under dozen heavenly passes.

“That’s all you deserve. You riled your Daddy, and you revealed classified information involving me? Oh princess, your in deep shit.”

Steve delivered a nibble that had you crying out in pain before he pulled away, eyeing you with a look that oozed his concurrence of the brunettes decision.

His face holding a bored look, like you were just a whore.

Your shirt was pulled back into place along with your soaked panties and skirt.

Just in time too.

“Eddie? Guys?”

It was Robin.

Your cheeks were burning as you shot Steve a glance, then Eddie.

Despite their previous dispositions They were fucking beaming now.

“Yeah!” Steve called back cooly, pulling you to lean against him, covering his obvious tent as it pressed against your ass.

She peered around the corner to find you three.

“What are you guys doi- Jesus Eddie what the fuck?”

Eddie had no shield for the hard on he sported and just shrugged, his grin Cheshire in expanse.

“Big boy was mack’n on his girl, and what can I say, I wish it was me.”

You Steve and Robin gape at the musician before Robin nearly rolls her eyes out of her head, and you reach out to smack Eddie on the arm, which instantly earned you a subtle flash of his eyes that told you you’d regret that.

But it was gone as soon as it had come, nobody seeing it but you.

“Grosss! Well I was gonna say everyone was wanting to play spin the bottle, but looks like you guys opted straight for the naughty,” she said with a chuckle.

You can only smile tightly, your face nearly steaming in the night air.

“Spin the bottle? Why not just have a night of swinging? Skip the innocence,” Eddie suggested.

Robin’s eyes flickered to yours and a smile graced her features.

“I think some people may not be brave enough for that kind of adventure, Munson,” she said before glancing back through the window at Nancy who looked more than a little mortified by Billy Hargrove in her face.

She was beet red, eyes like saucers, and leaned back an absurd amount for the fact that she was sitting.

Truth of it was, the blonde just loved making her uncomfortable. Anything beyond that was a bore, as she wasn’t his type.

“When did Hargrove get here?” You asked, suddenly having moved a few inches to peek around the brick, gawking at the sight.

Before an answer could be found a bright burst of laughter shot from Eddie as he peered around your shoulder.

“Oh my god she’s not even his type!”

You jerked your head back at that wondering just how the hell he knew.

As if he’d read your mind, he grinned and slid his gaze down to yours without turning his head a bit.

‘SLUT! And he tried to make ME feel dirty!’ You gasp the thought to yourself.

Robin snorted turning to go back inside.

“About fifteen minutes ago, now cm’on. It’ll be fun, even Billy’s down to play,” she threw over her shoulder.

“I’m sure he is, be right behind in a sec” Steve chimes.

The big’ol lesbian salutes with her back turned signaling she understands before disappearing into the house.

Without a seconds hesitation King Steve hooks his arms with yours, hauling you back against him, one hand grasping your chin to force your attention ahead at Eddie who was moving in to crowd you both.

“And then you dare to smack me?” He said his voice low. Threatening even.

Just then Steve hovered close to your ear tsk’ing softly as he moved his hand from your jaw just in time for Eddie to take hold of your throat.

He squeezed deliciously at the arteries as he hovered close to your lips.

“An eye for an eye, wouldn’t you agree sweetheart?”

He was requesting your consent.

Despite the way his eyes held a towering predatory air…he was still halting to your will.

Checking in with you.

Making sure you were holding true to your limits.

He let the pressure against your neck ease, the blood rushing back to your head as you breathed out a whimper, your regard of him careful, his restraint and honor not lost on you as your decision slides into place in your mind.

Your breath swirls from your mouth in spinning clouds in the light of the porch light against the night sky.

Finally you nod.

“Words, (y/n)” he growls slowly.

“Yes Sir, it’s only fair” you mutter as your skin heats, your eyes lowering.

“Steve?” He double checks.

“Give it to her Ed’s” he confirms with excitement.

The musician nods, hand leaving your neck and a forefinger ticks your chin up to bring back your gaze, his thumb tracing your lip.

“You’re catching on,” he confirms almost tenderly before you feel his hand leave you.

Just as quickly as the touch was gone, a harsh smack bloomed across your cheek, the wind leaving you as delicious heat throbbed between your thighs, your cunt fluttering around nothing.

You held your face to the side where it had turned, a slow soft groan tumbling from your throat before you brought your attention back to him.

Steve grinned against your ear as he glanced Eddie’s way.

“Now, what do we say baby?” He coaxed.

Your eyes were dark, blown wide, hungry, but most importantly, obeisant.

“Thank you, Sir. I apologize for my behavior.”

Eddie nodded finally, content with your apology.

Steve released your arms, and in an abrupt yet smooth hand off, Eddie had you flipped, your back against his chest like before as he stepped close to the other essentially sandwiching you between them.

“Now, do I need to explain your next task?” the brunette breathed with a dark warmth of encouragement into your ear.

He didn’t.

Someone else was owed an apology.

Your eyes met your boyfriends expectant ones and you’r lower lip trembled as he nodded his head in silent urging, remaining stern but subtly letting you know that he had you.

That you could feel whatever it was you were feeling here in this moment.

“Daddy…I’m ..m’sorry,” you begin, voice breaking at the very first word.

your hands coming up to rest on his chest, his eyes flickering down to your touch before his gaze softened and returned to yours.

The feeling of Eddie’s hands tightening on your upper arms told you you weren’t near finished.

A silent pout unfurled in your mind.

You didn’t think you were!

Nevertheless you pocketed the urge to jab him in the stomach with your elbow.

“I’m not theirs to receive pawing from, I’m yours, Daddy, please…please forgive me?” You plea, the last words a whisper as tears stung the corners of your eyes in a mixture of humiliation and regret.

Steve wanted to give in, to forgive you, but he knew he’d been too soft as of late.

His mentor had been right, and it was confirmed with an arch of Eddie’s brow from behind you.

“We’ll see,” he settled on, brushing your cheek with his fingers where the red mark was fading.

“Prove to me you mean it,” he whispered in hidden challenge before ticking his chin forwards signaling dismissal.

Eddie released you and doubled on Steve’s order to head inside.

“Behave, we’ll be in in a sec,” he said dryly.

-

Steve listened to your footsteps fade, the door closing before pulling Eddie close by the collar of his shirt, his palm smoothing over Eddie’s clothed cock as he rounded him against the brick they’d only recently held you at.

The musician growled, snaking a ringed hand into Steve’s tawny locks, pulling his head back by the roots before leaning forward to lick a hot slow stripe against the hollow of his throat.

“I taught you better than this Steve,” Eddie hissed.

“Christ alive I need reminding,” Harrington rasped, adding pressure to his now slow pace of stroking, wanting to please the other.

Eddie grunted with pleasure, gritting out the next words.

“You need reminding on a few things. What’s this ‘Munson’ bullshit, don’t think I forgot…” he snapped.

Steve bit his own lip, a blush coloring his cheeks as he looked down.

“I-uh, we’re not…”

“Shut you damned mouth Harrington,” Eddie spat with venom, using the insult of last names against him, seeing how he liked it.

He didn’t.

But he deserved it.

Once Eddie eased up on the grip in his hair, Steve brought his face to angle into The dungeon masters, capturing his lips with a sigh.

God, the love in it was almost burning.

And Eddie could feel it too.

And it stung.

It stung because They had real love and affection for each other, but Steve hid it and his bisexual nature, letting their relationship wither out of fear of what Hawkins would say or do to them over it.

But damn him. Any time Eddie got close, the king couldn’t play pretend anymore.

Which was why he usually steered clear of the ‘freak’.

Eddie licked into Steve’s mouth with a groan, pulling the kings hips to his own, urging his hand away in favor of grinding against Steve himself.

But the brunette broke away after a moment, his face giving away none of his slightly resentful and pained thoughts as he rolled his eyes closed at the sensation Of friction between them.

The spark they kindled together.

That would never be pretend.

“You know where my nature lies…Master, s’why i struggle with sternness on (y/n)” Steve said with subtle anguish in his tone. It mixed with need, but Eddie caught it anyway.

“I know, Stevie…I just wish you were loyal to that nature, instead of fear,” he ground out.

Steve’s brows pulled together in undeniable guilt as he looked down.

“I meant being submissive…” he mumbled sheepishly.

Eddie took the opportunity to turn the tables, pushing Steve forwards until he could sling and slam him against the wall.

“I know what you meant pet,” he snapped, taking his former lovers chin in his grasp to force his attention.

Eddie’s chest heaved, his shoulders rising and falling as he tried to even his temper.

It was Steve’s choice goddammit.

The dungeon masters attention caught your movements through the window and an incredulous smirk cracked through the expression of old wounds on his face.

“But tonight’s a golden opportunity sweet boy, and we’re going to show your lady love both of your natures, aren’t we?” Eddie inquired as his eyes slid back to Steve like a predator.

Steve’s expression dawned confusion as he looked up to the musician.

Eddie only nodded towards the window at you who currently was nudging Billy with an elbow and laughing.

Steve craned gis neck to look only to glance back at Eddie.

“She looks like she learned though, look at how much space is between them,” he said bleakly.

“I’ll bet you a blowjob we can get Billy to tempt her into ruin if we switch up the game,” he said, the devil in his tone.

“It’ll be Good training, Stevie boy. She’s a wild one,” he said, his tone with a certain knowing lilt.

“You’re cruel, Ed’s…” the babysitter said weakly, a shiver wracking his frame at a certain shift of the others hips.

Eddie stopped, feeling that pleasure coil threatening to unwind into something he couldn’t ignore soon if he didn’t stop now.

Steve mewled pathetically but ran a hand over his face as he backed up a step, desperately trying to clear the fog his head had filled with.

“You know Bills would do it…” Eddie panted softly.

Steve looked back at the window to see Billy shoot a glance right at him, a brow arching when he saw that Steve had noticed him.

Eddie reached out pulling Steve back in by the lip of his jeans.

“Gonna make your Master proud? Show your glistening whore how it’s done?” He said grinning a grin of razors at him.

“We both know you can obey, baby,” he breathed, the sound like gravel and canyon wind with a tone that had King Steve biting his own lip, and nodding dumbly.

Fucking cheater. Using baby.

“Yes Master,” he sighed before pulling back, the prospect of submitting to him again setting his nerves ablaze. It’s been so long…and suddenly he didn’t give a Fuck about the opinions of Hawkins.

“C-come on, or I’m going to drop to my knees right fucking now,” he said frustratedly.

Eddie chuckled.

“You haven’t earned my cock again, Harrington, don’t get cute.”

Steve looked back at Eddie almost poutingly, taking his hand and squeezing it before letting go once at the door.

God he wanted to earn it.

The two made their way back inside, Steve making his way to you with eyes like a stoic yet mischievous god.

It set you on alert again, but you weren’t sure why.

“Hey you,” you say sweetly, making grabby hands at him until his comforting arms encircled you.

“Hey honey, c’mere,” he said pulling you close to his chest, eyes flickering to none other than the Californian usurper.

“Long Time, King Steve,” Billy said easily, his arms folding over his chest, that beach boy heart breaker smile adorning his lips.

“Hargrove. It has been a minute, huh?”

The blond just smiled one of those knowing smiles as he glanced at Eddie across the room.

“You should go say hi to Eddie, he was just talking about you,” Steve said lazily, stroking the hair near your temples, making you hum softly and relax a little.

“Oh yeah? Hope nothin’ he’ll regret,” he muttered, a familiar glint in his eyes as his tongue darted out to trace his lower lip.

Steve just pursed his lips and nodded towards the other side of the room, the arching brow making Billy’s eyes narrow with some kind of understanding.

His lips parted slightly as baby blues shifted to you, looking you over slowly before flitting to The musician across the room who at that exact moment looked Hargrove’s way.

He crooked a finger, summoning him, and the blond set his jaw.

“Yeah yeah, alright…” he said begrudgingly, smoothly arising and making his way over, leaving you to catch Eddie’s gaze darken when it shifted to you.

“E-everything ok Daddy?” You mumble, nervousness curling your tummy.

His eyes slid down to yours his smile barely there, almost a phantom of a real smile hidden as he leaned in to whisper,

“We’ll see”.

[ozzgin]

I'm bombarding you with asks but hear me out, it's 5am (in my country) But remember the Oni Y/N ask I sent you? I've been thinking about her story and how she ended up in a rock

So basically, as we know, Y/N is an Oni, a traditional one which meant that she lived during the Heian period (794–1185) according to Google...

I've been doing some small research about the onis and found out that they usually are found in mountains, Jigoku, or Japanese Buddhist hell

So what if, the reason why Oni Y/N is found inside a rock (A very big rock, probably an igneous rock, if you didn't know, igneous rocks are basically cooled off lava) is because she fell on lava while chasing a group of humans into a trap, I've read they are aggressive, so this makes the plan easy for humans.

So after she fell in lava, they quickly made sure to cover ALL of her in lava, wait for it to solidify and throw her underground, and throughout the years, rocks and rocks have been falling and burying her deeper and deeper, until fortunately (or unfortunately for humans) she was found and was accidentally released (I have no idea if onis are lava proof but for the sake of my story, let's say Oni Y/N is)

After she got out of the rock, she goes on a small rampage since she's confused and scared, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know what were the things she was seeing, until she remembered on what happened to her after being foolish and aggressive towards humans (the previous part) So eventually she calmed down, she won't let anybody or any humans try to take her mask off along with the long ass clothes she's wearing.

She calms down around Pickle, probably because she views him more as a pet ally/companion since they both don't understand humans (I'm guessing onis don't and they have their own unknown and secret language that professor payne can't crack) so both of them rely on body language

She doesn't want to repeat her mistakes again by underestimating humans so she just watches the fights, but she won't refuse a fight unless someone fully convinces her to (which I doubt anyone can)

So let's imagine Yujiro coming near her, she'd make him the only exception, he's the only human she'll attack and be aggressive towards. (Onis are meant to torture evil souls and as we know, Yujiro is a bitch)

-🎧anon

(I am so sorry for bombarding you with so much asks, but I'm not requesting you to write or draw, I just want to know your opinion and correct me for any mistakes that I did, it's 5am and I can't think straight anymore, I'm not even straight at this point, but in all seriousness, I love your work and keep it up, I genuinely just want you to give your opinion on this backstory/lore that I did and if you have any ideas you wanna add go for it!❤)

I feel like instead of your drawing helping me calm down about my ideas about Oni y/n, it just made it stronger...

All fine, I’m always glad to talk about monsters and demons!

The only question I have regarding your backstory is Reader’s difficulty in understanding humans. According to the yokai guide, oni are born when truly wicked humans die or when their soul is beyond redemption. So now it’s rather unclear, do they forget their past and strip away their humanity? Or do they have some remnants that allow them to blend in if they so desire? I think this is up to personal interpretation and to each individual oni.

By the way, as it turns out - something I didn’t know - the female demon is known as kijo. Kijo are supposed to be weaker than their male counterpart, as their strength lies in magic, excelling in curses and hexes. I myself prefer the brute strength. Although it would definitely be funny if Yuujirou was planning his comeback and noticed he’d been cursed with terrible luck in the process. Could he train to reach Reader’s level of power? Maybe. Casting spells, however…

[bluiex]

i put it in google docs to check the word count it’s a bit over 1000 words so that’s fun, but without further ado, i present:

funny things i have read in smut:

“Then he hit the bundle of nerves that fanfic readers are all too familiar with.”

“Luckily he is also a slippery motherfucker.”

“inexperienced in the art of giving giant people hand jobs.”

“Getting cock blocked my a church!”

“I’m not a food (name)”

“unsure why (name) was treating him like he was at the dentist”

“Also when they arrived (name) threw a plushie at them, hitting (name) square in the face.”

“I-uh I wh-uhm I”

“Breed! Breed! Breed! Mate! Mate! Mate!”

“(name) smiled “sure just don’t kill me””

“(name) would probably just scold them and then offer some advice and (name) would probably just laugh and offer to punch (name)’s stomach or some bullshit. “

“She then sauntered her way back to the over-eager man laying in an idiotic position on the bed, probably trying to be mock-seductive.”

“"What? Don't you like what you see?"”

“he let out a shaky breath and stood up straight(gay)”

“(name) finds out where all the missing orphans went, and no, it’s not Technoblade.”

“(very unimaginative for a nonhuman, what were his parents thinking?)”

“it was at that moment that (name) had internally asked himself three questions: am I really considering sex with a dragon? Is this really what my life has come to? Dragon fucking?”

“" Sorry gang I have to take the fattest piss in the whole year."”

“"I just don't think you are gonna be screaming pickles in the middle of fucking-"”

“Angry at (name) for even having the audacity to be alive and breathing.”

““Look, I’m your chambermaid not your chambertherapist,””

““I saw a man purchasing cocaine from another man.” He mentioned offhandedly.”

“"Fuck you" he responded, lowering himself to lay on the monsters chest and stomach.

'That's what your doing'”

“Author: Am eating cucumber”

“(name” smirked with delight, reaching down to poke at his cloaca”

“he got so many new experiences (yes, even beans on toast)”

“”did you just.. call me dude in a romantic way?”

““Were you expecting me to say ‘it’s dishonourable to attack when not ready!’?””

“(names) hands are shaking so much that he might actually shoot one of them in the foot. Which would seriously kill the mood.”

“Is he not also deserving of being a sexy pirate with huge tits?”

“He doesn’t know what he’ll do if (name) pulls away and starts talking again. Cry, probably.”

“sorry i was possessed by an evil spirit called homosexuality writing this”

“im normal *paces around my cage*”

“i need to fuck this himbo.”

“am I saying that gay sex is the solution to relationship problems? Absolutel- *dies*”

“and precisely nothing changes between Pearl and Scott.”

“the real fantasy here is having a shower that's big enough for more than one person lmao”

“not like he was thinking of boneing (name) or (name) anytime soon.”

“(name) has eaten (name) out (wow that's really a sentence I just typed)”

“Tea anon *shakes you like a maraca*”

“because holy hell (name) has got to have some absolutely incredible thighs”

“I know that we all universally agree that (name) has the biggest dick on the server”

“I just think they should fuck and it would solve all their problems. Or make them worse, but at least they’d have fucked <3”

““tiddies plz? May I have a face full of them?””

“(especially after he's been fucked into the next century by her-)”

“When he is satisfyied and (name) is a right mess and a little hard- (name) just leaves lmao”

“You have my utmost respect and love person who suggested it I will give you a handshake”

“Hi I have a headache the size of Texas but that doesn’t stop the Headcanons from plaguing me like visions.”

“(name) just walkin around butt ass naked, dick out :sobs: /pos”

“getting the fucked and bred into the next century-“

“"he's a fucking dumbass jesus christ i want to bear his children"”

“(name) lingered, because he was a simple man, and couldn’t turn down a chance to look at (name)’s ass. In his defence, it was not a bad choice. Man.”

“Not that burying his face in (name)’s tits was a bad time,”

“(name) slurred out a grumbling complaint, so far from any word that (name) was almost impressed.”

“(name), I am going to set you on fire, please.”

“(name) raised his eyebrows at (name)’ choice to not wear underwear. The man was truly feral sometimes.”

“This goes even harder (hehe)”

“Why do school work when imaginary men can fuck in our heads *gets run over*”

“Unfortunately, it covered all of (name)’s actual ass,”

“his eyes relaxing and focusing in on the much nicer view of (name)’s chest.”

““Are you saying that to me, or my boobs?””

“little panting sounds as he tried to remember how to breathe.”

“He needed to scream into a pillow, like, now. And then do other things with that pillow”

“She could talk to him however the fuck she wanted after riding him like that.”

“And my god if anyone saw his back they'd think he got attacked by a bear or something “

“(name)’s sense of time is a little – hah! – fucked right now.”

“resisted that dang mouth”

“(name) has two tits!”

“a worker is giving him a weird look for clearly having boner while staring at some bell peppers.”

“He really was a friend shaped nugget”

““If it's not a booty call I'm not interested,” “

“(name) bussy canonically has the power to unlock peoples closeted inner fruit”

“the glass was so fragile that gay sex was enough to shatter it”

“just waiting for (name) to calm down. (name) also waits for (name) to calm down.”

“and enjoy the ride””

“nor does (name) actually get off on being commanded to fuck. (well, he might. i've never asked.)”

““I’m at a vulnerable time in my species transition and you’re making sex slave jokes?””

““Well, stop being horny for five seconds and let me finish explaining.””

“Gotta have a weird gay thing going with at least one of your friends at all times.””

““Oh no, your dick is broken! I’m prescribing you blow jobs~””

“trying to look calm and collected. like a cucumber.”

“giving it the sloppiest toppy he could in his state.”

-🍞

“Breed! Breed! Breed! Mate! Mate! Mate!” I felt that. LOL

““Are you saying that to me, or my boobs?”” FAVE FAVE FAVE