#like are you comfortable in bed my liege

[mzcain27]

My brother is posting on instagram asking if he should get a mic and make gym videos blah blah blah and I desperately wanna comment “how about you do some shit around the house” like if you’re asking for opinions I am THIS CLOSE to giving it bruv

[mysticlael]

Bat inco quotes

Roy, in Jason’s bed: Morning… how’d ya sleep last night? Jason, knocking Roy off: WHAT THE HELL?! Roy: Ow— Jason: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor! Roy: I had a nightmare. Jason: You had a nightmare? What are you, five years old? Roy: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the floor and you sleeping up there- Jason, in a royal accent: Why yes, how high and mighty I am up on my twin XL! Roy: That is not what I meant— Jason: Silence in the presence of your king, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground! Roy: Listen, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up on your bed and I’m sure you did too. Jason: Yeah, okay- Roy: You know what? I wanna know. How’d you sleep last night? Jason: …That was the best I’ve slept in a while. Roy, gasping: The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed! Jason: I did not consent to this- Roy, dramatically: But my liege, our love is forbidden! Jason, on the phone: Hi, is this the front desk? Yeah, there’s a bed bug in my room and he’s five-foot-eleven, he’s got red hair- Roy: Ask them if they have one of those “Do Not Disturb” signs. I’ll put it on the door next time we… do it. Jason: Okay, I'ma go shower and wash all of the you off of me. Roy: Oh, maybe together we could— Jason: NO. Roy: Just to save water— Jason: No! You don’t even pay for the water! Roy: …Good point.

Steph: *Texts a selfie to the group chat* Hey besties!! Jason: *Texts a selfie clearly parodying Steph's* hey besties !!1! Steph: I literally hate you so much.

Dick, holding a box of Lunchables: Ah, I loved these when I was your age… fine dining. Damian: Fix yourself.

Tim: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Steph: 'Prettiest Smile' Dick: 'Nicest Personality' Jason: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Cass: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Steph: Today at 7 am, Tim poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Dick: I watched Tim brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. Damian: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

Damian, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day? Bruce: … Bruce: What’s in the box? Damian: What woul- Bruce: Damian, what’s in the box? Damian: I think you know.

Bruce: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Damian: Even better! Bruce: What the fuck did you- Damian: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

Tim: What are we gonna do?! Jason: Blame you?

*Dick comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Barbara’s bedroom.* Barbara: Dick, are you.. coming to bed? Dick: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Dick: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep* Barbara: ...

Roy: sapnu puaS. Kori: What?? Jason: What language is that? Roy: Turn your phone 180 degrees. *Roy was removed from the groupchat*

Kon, admiring a sleeping Tim: You’re so cute. Tim, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Kon, lovingly: I know.

Duke: How do those little boys on XBOX parties always know what slur to call you? Tim: They're empaths.

Steph: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute. Dick: No, that's not how you make cookies. Duke: FLOOR IT!! Jason: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!? Damian: YOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN- Steph: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES! Tim: DO IT! Bruce: NO-

Tim, at Kon: Would you like to stay for dinner? Bernard, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

Damian: What the fuck is with english teachers and being like; "write a story about a deep and personal memory that impacted your life". Ma'am, if I do that you're going to send me to the counselor's office.

[uhohdad]

Hey there, it’s Dad. I like to write about you and König. This 18+ blog contains dark content, please read warnings carefully and take care. About ☆ - Top Post

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Loser!König and Your Panties ☆

Loser!König Finally Breaks Down ☆

Sharing a Bed with Loser!König ☆

Finding Your Nudes On Loser!König’s Computer ☆

Loser!König Tracks Your Cycle ☆

Beach Day with Loser!König ☆

Dress Shopping with Loser!König ☆

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Loser!König Cucked by Ghost

Touch-Starved Loser!König ☆

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Hot Day with Loser!König

Stalkerish Loser!König

Stalker/Loser K��nig Steals Your Things

DOM/ABUSIVE KÖNIG

Jealous Of Your Sex Toys ☆

Catching Him Getting Off

Stalker!König Leaves You Tokens ☆

König Is Insatiable ☆

Jealous!König Makes A Bet With You

Slasher!König

Dacryphilia With König

Gun Play with König

Knife Play with König

König Admiring Your Ass

König’s Voiceline Inspired Drabbles

“They are no match for me” ☆

“Let’s be honest, it’s better off in my hands” ☆

“Who else is with you?”

“I can make you talk”

“Not bad… I’ve seen better”

König’s Uniform Inspired Drabbles

König’s Gloves

König’s Belt

König’s Boots

König’s Teeth

SUB KÖNIG

Sub!König Visits Dominatrix!Reader for the First Time ☆

Loser!König Finally Breaks Down ☆

König Gets Hard at Gunpoint

Humiliating König with Cum-Eating

König & Pegging

König is as Submissive as a Knight to His Liege

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John Price Knows About Your Crush ☆

John Price Gives You A Spanking

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HUNGER GAMES AU KÖNIG

Based on the Protective!König Longform Fic: The Girl Who Conquered The Mountain

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Will update frequently, I have a goal of one drabble a day :)

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[rooksamoris]

💞 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

💞 — mornings after passionate nights.

💞 — featuring!! divus crewel, lilia vanrouge, dehya, aventurine, himeko

💞 — warnings: heavily suggestive, nothing explicit, but obviously mentions of sex. aventurine's explores his past with slavery and SA a bit, so trigger warning!! his part is kinda hurt/comfort. all gender neutral as usual.

🩷 — DIVUS CREWEL.

Mornings were not meant for lingering beneath sheets but for the preparations of activities to come. 

That was what Crewel had always told you. He was always up and early, walking the dogs, taking his bath, styling his hair, doing his makeup, compiling an outfit, making his coffee—so on and so forth. You on the other hand lingered under the sheets, hugging his pillows and laying on his side of the bed to feel whatever warmth was leftover. 

You sat up, holding the sheets up to cover your body, glancing over to your lover who was already adjusting his tie, “Already?” you asked, pouting as you watched him go about his routine.

“Classes start earlier during exams. You know this, beloved,” he says, furrowing his brows softly as he looks into the mirror. Immaculate as always. He saw your reflection in the mirror, and the corners of his lips twitched upwards. He wanted to kiss the pout away. 

After slipping the fur coat on, he made his way to your side of the bed, brushing some of your hair back with his gloved hands, “Did last night not satisfy you? Such a greedy pup,” he teased, before leaning down to kiss your forehead. It was like a token he was leaving you with, expecting it to be returned once he came back to you, tired and annoyed thanks to his students.

“No…”

That earned a light chuckle as he made his way out. 

🩷 — LILIA VANROUGE.

It was not the sun that touched your skin first, but instead the mischievous fae.

Lilia was already awake, laying on your chest, arms folded on you as he rested his chin, watching as you stirred awake, “Mhm, what a flattering angle, my liege,” he said, staring at the way your nostrils twitched and how your skin shifted and folded while he turned about and stretched.

A deep blush covered your cheeks when his words registered in your mind and you placed a hand on his face, pushing him away, “I hate you,” you muttered. You had said the words so often that they lost their meaning, shifting into something else entirely.

“That’s not what you were screaming last night,” he replied, unbothered by your push as he shifted so that he was straddling you under the covers. He pulled himself up and rested his hands on either side of your head. His deep red eyes were glimmering with mirth, “Or what you wrote in those passionate letters you always send me while I’m away with his majesty,”

Each word just served to fluster you more and more. He knew just what to say to make you go from the refined and proper noble that you were to a blushing mess. 

“Perhaps I did not tire you enough last night…” Lilia grins, pressing his nose to your throat.

🩷 — DEHYA.

She went from manhandling you to oblivion to sleeping on your chest like a lazy cat.

Her arms slipped around you, holding you like a snake would their next meal. Her hair was everywhere, on your body, on the bed, over the pillows—there was just so much of it, “Quit your squirming,” she says, pulling an arm away just to pinch at the fat of your stomach as punishment.

You flinched and frowned, “It’s too hot,” 

“You’re too hot,” she replied, nuzzling her face back into your chest. The night before the mercenary had returned to you after some particularly stressful work. Her brown skin had been littered with wounds that you took care of for her, and she just could not help herself but indulge in your skin afterward.

You would not think she had been tired of how she acted once you reached the bed. Gently, your fingers began to card through her hair once you realized there was no escaping her grip. She could be as stubborn as the desert heat sometimes, “I need to go study soon,” you told her.

Dehya laughs against your skin, “Skip today.” Her teeth began to drag along your chest before she parted from your flesh and scooted up to loom over you, her hair falling around your head like a curtain. She looked like a deity from the angle, gazing down on her pathetic little subject who would bend to her every whim, “I’m still tense.”

🩷 — AVENTURINE.

Muscles tensed when icy hands caressed them.

Aventurine pretended to be asleep, his back facing you, covered in the scratches and bites you gifted him the night before. He had been banking on you assuming he was sleeping so you would get up and make him breakfast, but it seemed he was wrong. The blanket dipped down his back, but he did not lift it back up.

He stayed quiet, waiting for the next touch.

Your fingers trailed over his spine, following each ridge, pulling away only when you came to the tender flesh which was still red, “I didn’t mean to scratch so harshly,” you muttered, squinting your tired eyes as you traced around the enflamed marks. It was almost as if they were angry at you.

“I don’t mind a few scratches from such precious treasure. Diamonds are meant to be strong,” he replied, keeping his back faced to you. Part of him could not bear to look at you right now. He had never enjoyed the act of sex as much as he did the night before. Before it was all about being bought and passed around, but now it was about being admired and revered as if he were an Aeon. 

Your touch had never felt like a violation, and in your hands, he was not a commodity. He was just Aventurine, a charismatic fool with secrets that would paint the prettiest doves in shades of black. He blushed. You were the most rewarding gamble he had taken.

🩷 — HIMEKO.

After a passionate night, all Himeko wants to do is brew fresh coffee.

The scent had made its way from the kitchen to the bedroom, waking you up from your sleep. Your body was aching, your head was throbbing and your heart was racing. As usual, her clothes were already folded nicely to the side, while yours… well, you only managed to find your pants. A sigh escaped your lips and you rolled out of bed, grabbing one of the freshly pressed silk robes, and messily tying the waist up before walking out.

You still could not get over how even in moments of carnal pleasure, she managed to be so elegant.

“Look who finally decided to wake up,” she says, her beautiful red hair already brushed and styled. She was dressed in a matching robe—she just managed to work it much better than you. Himeko gestured for you to come sit across from her at the little dining table, “Coffee, darling?”

“Stick in my veins, babe,” you mumbled, sitting across from her. You tried to keep your eyes away from her pretty thighs, which were exposed due to how her robe rode up whenever she crossed her legs.

Himeko grins, pouring you a cup in one of those pretty porcelain pieces she collects, and then pushes it in front of you. Her eyes followed the way your hair seemed to stick up in every direction, and then trailed over the chest which she covered in her love, “You’re looking very… worn out.”

[totallybakedcake]

"Of course!"

You saw your friends, your only family, die in front of you.

It repeated again and again. Their deaths, the blood, the pain, and the trauma.

Everything was too tough, every single thing reminded you of the incident.

How you all crashed out in your home and how they convinced you to become a hunter.

Going on trips, shopping, eating out, being each other's emotional support, and whatnot.

It was terrifying, the monsters coming endlessly and blood being shed every other second. Your mind stopped, your body couldn't move, and everything was in a haze. By the time you were back to your senses.

Everyone dead.

It was pitiful, no one to go to, no one to call, no one to comfort you or get you back up on your feet.

Stomach pain, headache, body ache. It was getting to you, but not an inch did you move from the bed. Just replaying the scene over and over again.

But someone was watching this.

"How is she?" Jinwoo asked as he sat on the couch, he knew you were in pain, after all, he was the one sent to complete the dungeon after things went wrong.

He vividly recalls the scene. You were sitting there, eyes practically dead as there was a sea of blood and lots of bodies scattered everywhere. Jinwoo, at first thought you were dead by how lifelessly you sat there, not blinking or moving an inch.

He had to touch you to see if you were alive.

Beru, Jinwoo's shadow soldier, quickly came out to check. "She is alive, my liege, just unconscious while sitting."

Jinwoo felt angry, mad, upset, and guilty for not arriving earlier. He even can see the image of you having a panic attack over and over again when you woke up and heard everyone was dead. It reminded him of when his mother experienced the same panic attack when his dad went missing.

He wanted to check up on you, but it was weird, you both never talked, and suddenly he pops up to see your condition. Perhaps it was not too odd, but Jinwoo had his shadows, and he would much rather use them instead.

----

"My liege, lady (name) has not done anything but just lie on the bed and look out the window. She does not eat well or drink enough water. Her phone keeps going off, but she never picks it up."

Damnit, the situation is so terrible, and Jinwoo needs to help you. Whatever you think or others think, he just wants to help you.

Huff, you can do this, he encourages himself as he rings the doorbell.

One time

Two times

Three times

Four times

No answer.

"(Name), I know you are in there and are not okay, just let me come home, and I will not be trouble." He yells from outside and continues to ring the doorbell.

A loud groan escapes your lips as you get up lazily to open the door.

"Hunter Sung, please, I am not okay and-"

He barges inside and starts to work, taking out the groceries he has bought to make you a good big meal, his shadow soldiers make you sit on the sofa as they clean the mess your house is in.

"Excuse me, you cannot—" Jinwoo swiftly shushes you up, not letting you say anything as he asks you to go take a nice shower and not argue a single bit with him.

How can you describe this? Being forced to bathe and let a man you've never had a conversation with take care of you like a mom.

Jinwoo made you sit on the couch as you came out, grabbing your chin and making you eat stew.

No words were exchanged between both of you for a good while. Well, words were not needed, so why talk?

Both of you knew that this was great, you liked it how Jinwoo took care of you, and Jinwoo enjoyed taking care of you.

After chewing, you both ask at the same time.

"Do you want to stay?" "Can I stay here for a while?"

"Of course!" Both of you replied energetically.

First of all I want to give credits to @kgymz for the adorable divider. Thank you, I love this.

I actually wanted to do a valentine series (which i mentioned in my other fic) but writer's block hit and i couldnt do it but i had another jinwoo fic planned which now might take a while to upload but anyways this makes me think if im going to do an event, should i start 2 months prior so that i can upload them even if i get a writer's block in between?

[drabblejester]

watching a SCARY MOVIE with VARIOUS HSR CHARACTERS!

requested by: the masses

parings: boothill, sampo, sparkle, argenti, march 7th, mr reca x gn!reader (taken as platonic or romantic for all)

content warnings: none!!! just mentions of scary movies :3

comments: happy late halloween and DÍA DE LOS MUERTOS!!!! yahoo!! i hope yall got a bunch of candy my lieges..

BOOTHILL:

You’re sitting down on your comfortable couch (although a certain man takes up nearly all the space), blanket tossed over the both of you. A heavy and cozy wool blanket that Boothill made for you, which is now stifling your shrieks as you watch probably the most horrifying movie you’ve seen before.

You’re easily scared, jumping at every little rattlesnake and spider that crosses your path, so of course Boothill had to put on a movie that brings up your worst fears. Not out of malice, of course.

“C’mon, it’s not that scary. Just a buncha moving pictures.” He says, patting a cold metal hand on your back that makes you flinch and weep. He judges your reaction for a moment, eyes flicking up and down, before he softens up.

“Alright, c’mere you.”

SAMPO:

If anything, Sampo is the scared one. Although you still get freaked out by jumpscares and gore, he’s squishing into your stomach in a curled up position, shaking and losing his composure by the second.

The movie isn’t even that scary! It’s one of those old cheesy horror movies with cheap sfx. But sadly, your wonderful boyfriend is too dramatic for your own good. He cuddles up next to you and wraps his arms around your waist, shoving his face in your torso.

And the moment you try to talk to him about how scared he is, he immediately denies it. “No, nono I’m not scared! Are you scared? Because I’m not! Mr. Sampo Koski never gets sca-AAAAAH!!” A jumpscare happened at the most perfect moment, causing his words to interrupt with a scream. And of course, you laughed at his dismay.

SPARKLE:

You have no clue where Sparkle ran off to. She said she’d be going to the market for snacks, and left you with an incredibly traumatizing horror movie to watch. You’ve already been on your phone and put your headphones in to drown out whatever is going on the screen. Of course she hid the remote too.

Suddenly, the lights in your room are cut completely, leaving you in darkness with nothing but the screen and your phone to illuminate. When you hold your phone to get your flashlight up, your phone begins to ring with an unknown caller. How cliché. You still pick it up, met with a somewhat familiar voice saying, “Do you like scary movies?”

You turn to the window, knowing where this was going, and open the blinds before you get the shit scared out of you by none other than Sparkle, dressed in a bloody Scream outfit. She yells at you and slams her hands on the door, causing you to fall backwards in shock. She laughs at you before coming back inside, tossing a few candies on you before sitting down to watch the rest of the movie.

ARGENTI:

“Fear not, my dear companion! I’ll fight these monstrous beasts in the name of Idrila!” He proclaims, causing you to roll your eyes dramatically. He’s been saying this every time a monster came up on screen. Which has been for a while, since you picked a horror movie with a whole lot of vampires and werewolves and whatnot.

You’re pretty much locked in place with his grip, sitting behind you with his arms around your body. His chin rests on your shoulder as he watches the screen intently, eyes narrowing at every beast that appears. You’re simply hanging out, eating popcorn, and not taking it as seriously as he is.

“Such wretched beasts… I’d never let you fall victim to them.” He says, voice low and thoughtful. You glance at him. “You do know that they’re actors, right?” You question. Argenti looks at you, and then at the screen, furrowing his brows. “I’m aware. But all I’m saying is…”

MARCH 7TH:

Both of you are sitting in March’s room, curled up on the bed surrounded by pillows and plushies, and shielding your eyes from the movie that you put on. You wanted to challenge yourself and March to watch the scariest, most horrifying movie to exist. Which turned out to be way too much for you- and you lost the remote.

You squeal in sync for any jumpscare, gripping at eachother’s arms and mumbling in fear with every added second of suspense. No amount of yummy snacks or drinks could save you now. You hold onto March’s hand hard enough to almost bruise her, and she does the same to you. Both of you are tangled up in the blankets, hiding under a fort of pillows.

“ohmygodsohmygodsitsgonnahappentheresgonnabeajumpscare” March mutters, her grip on your arm increasing by the second. She shakes you around, repeatedly shoving her face in your shoulder and then looking back at the screen. You hold onto her shirt and glance at her and then the screen. You lift up a hand to cover part of the screen before the scare happens, causing March to scream hard enough to wake up every Nameless on the express.

MR. RECA:

You really did think this would be a fun night. How wrong! With a director and film critic beside you, he points out every single mistake in the writing and acting of the movie you put on. It was a horror comedy, since you didn’t feel like getting nightmares tonight. However, Mr. Reca thinks that it’s a total fool’s movie.

“The pacing is simply- Oh, it’s just ATROCIOUS! The SFX could be better too, oh how i HATE CGI!” He complains, keeping one hand on your shoulder while using the other to dramatically gesture at the screen. You thought the movie was alright, not good but not bad. But apparently Reca just despised it.

He stopped eating the snacks you got completely, instead choosing to talk over nearly every scene in the movie. You keep shushing him, he goes quiet for a minute, and immediately keeps talking. And once the movie was over and you were thoroughly tired, he decides that he wants to write a better version of that movie. Before you fall asleep, you see Reca hovering over you, speaking excitedly. “So, what do you say that we REMAKE that movie? You could be the star!” And you drift off to dreamland, still haunted by Reca’s endless yapping.

enjoy the treats my SPOOKY lieges…

[just-some-random-blogger]

I want Otto to spit in my mouth then call me a good girl as he proceeds to wrap his hand around my throat as he ruins me until I’m a bimbo cumdump and tells me that I’m his breedable little slut 😇 daddy kink is most included

A fic like this would be so amazing if you have any spare time 😭 daddy kink is up to you if you’re comfortable

My Lord

You adore getting in trouble, knowing what awaits you. But you fear you may have gone too far for roping in his son, Gwayne.

Otto Hightower x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, sorry gwayne girlies he's only mentioned, age gap, you saw the ask this is just filth, smut (drunk sex, piv, degradation, choking, creampie), typos, etc.

A/N: anon be honest did you read my tywin fic and say 'yah, now do otto' cos HAHAHAHH

I feel like the room is closing in on me, and the ceiling was about to come into my face. There was no balance in my body, and yet somehow I was still upright.

"You stupid little girl."

I feel a pull on my arm, and the next thing I know I'm felled on the bed. I moan, happy to be on a soft surface. A few moments pass and I feel the bed dip in front of me. A hand comes to my nape and shoulder. Soon, I am sitting upright.

I smile when I see the beard and worry lines before me, "my loooove."

Otto pulls his face away when I reach for it. He pushes them down and brings a cup to my lips, "drink."

I do so ardently. I finish the whole cup of water. I gaze dotingly upon him when he pulls the cup away and wipes the corner of my lips. He sets the cup on the bedside table and I slide onto his lap. I press my face into his neck, "you smell good."

He recoils, trying to push me off, "and you smell like cheap mead."

It is a halfhearted attempt, which is why I manage to rake my fingers up his shoulders and tug at his collar. I pepper kisses on his neck, "smell so good."

Otto cannot keep his hands to himself; he brings his hands to my hips. He sighs, looking at me. He pulls his face back enough that I have to stop my ministrations. I whine in return. His brows tighten, "if you wanted me why waste my coin indulging debauchery with my son?"

I lick my lips and shift on his lap. I pull my skirt up and press my groin against his. He groans as I scratch my nails on his cheeks before cupping them, "I want to give you a son."

His expression immediately shifts. He stiffens, in more ways than one.

I roll my hips, "or 10."

With a heavy huff, I am pushed on my back and his legs knock mine open. I release a deep sigh as I pull my legs to my chest and reach into his coat, "Otto."

His response is pushing my skirt up and pulling my smallclothes down. My stomach drops when he presses his hot hands into the back of my thighs. His eyes are down turned, eyeing the glistening heat of my core. I look down at him but throw my head back when he rubs circles into my folds.

He moans at the sound, "you are a desperate harlot, aren't you?"

Before I can retort, he pushes his fingers into my mouth. I grab his wrist in surprise but suck them nonetheless. A line forms between his brows as I swirl my tongue around his digits. I nod to his question and he pulls his fingers away.

I prop myself on my elbows and watch as he frees himself from his breeches. He takes his half-hard cock and presses it against me, thrusting against my slick until it is coated and he's fully erect.

I try to grab him to guide him in, but he takes my hands and forces them by the side of my head. He looks down at me as he grinds, "you forget yourself. I should punish you for it."

I whimper and shake my head, "no, please. I'm a good girl."

"You are a stupid, fucking whore who does not listen to her lord liege," he stops grinding to grab my throat and the back of my knee. He pushes my head back and leans into my ear, "perhaps I should finish in your mouth, make you the true whore you are."

I feel my core flutter at the idea. I knew he would not let me peak though, and I so badly wanted to.

He begins to roll his hips, "mmm, I'm sure such a depraved act excites you."

"Please," I mumble.

"Please what, foolish thing?"

"Want you to fill me."

He takes a moment then sighs. I moan when he enters me and plays with my clit. His hand comes up to muffle my mouth and I happily whine into it. He pushes my thigh down again when he starts slowly bucking into me, "does my filthy come slut want me to breed an heir into her?"

I whine and grab his coat, knuckles turning white as I pull him into me.

He begins to thrust faster, "maybe then you'll stay away from my heir now that you have something better to do."

The flicking of his hips grows more intense with every stroke. The friction of his movements stimulates my sensitive nub, making me arch my back and groan.

He frees my mouth of his hand, only to bring it back down to my throat. He pushes himself up a bit and maneuvers more roughly, "I'll fuck you every night, watch my seed spill from your cunt-"

I cry out his name.

"-and once your belly swells, you'll remember the debauchery that made it so."

All the sounds that remained were that of fucking and my whining. Soon, the heat in my stomach burned hotter and hotter and I was dying for release. Otto rubs the sides of my neck and pants, "will you give me a babe like a dutiful come slut?"

I nod rapidly and whimper. His name falls desperately from my lips a couple times before I am overcome with my mind fogging peak. My body shakes in satisfaction and my body melts in hot passion. Soon, Otto grunts and releases into me. He makes sure to chase every bit of pleasure before slowly coming to a halt. He sighs and looks down at me.

He rubs my thighs a few times before pulling out. He watches me quiver as his seed seeps out of me, molten and thick. Otto tilts his head, "clean yourself up, whore. When I return, you better be asleep."

[watarfallar]

Life Series Incorrect Quotes

Martyn: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Ren: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Impulse: Are you sure Skizz's even gay? They barely even looked at me.

Skizz: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you? Impulse: Well it’s actually a class, but unfortunately it’s full right now. Impulse: Would you like me to tutor you? Tango: That was smooth.

Gem, in Impulse’s bed: Morning… how’d ya sleep last night? Impulse, knocking Gem off: WHAT THE HELL?! Gem: Ow— Impulse: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor! Gem: I had a nightmare. Impulse: You had a nightmare? What are you, five years old? Gem: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the floor and you sleeping up there- Impulse, in a royal accent: Why yes, how high and mighty I am up on my twin XL! Gem: That is not what I meant— Impulse: Silence in the presence of your king, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground! Gem: Listen, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up on your bed and I’m sure you did too. Impulse: Yeah, okay- Gem: You know what? I wanna know. How’d you sleep last night? Impulse: …That was the best I’ve slept in a while. Gem, gasping: The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed! Impulse: I did not consent to this- Gem, dramatically: But my liege, our love is forbidden! Impulse, on the phone: Hi, is this the front desk? Yeah, there’s a bed bug in my room and she’s six-foot-one, he’s got red hair. Gem: Ask them if they have one of those “Do Not Disturb” signs. I’ll put it on the door next time we… do it. Impulse: Okay, I'ma go shower and wash all of the you off of me. Gem: Oh, maybe together we could— Impulse: NO. Gem: Just to save water— Impulse: No! You don’t even pay for the water! Gem: …Good point.

Bdubs: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along? Ren: What did you just say- Bdubs: Foetons! *Laughs* Ren: Wh-what?

Grian, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Scar, the love of my life, for telling me Mumbo was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

Cleo: Bdubs, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. Bdubs, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

BigB: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you. Scott: Being a fish. BigB: Well, shit.

Grian: I am an expert at identifying birds. Bdubs: Okay, what about those ones flying over there? Grian: Yeah, they're all birds.

Ren: I’m gonna die alone. Pearl: Ren, you’re not gonna die alone. Ren: Bdubs, was my safety net, okay? They got married and now I have to get a snake. Scar: Uh-huh. Why is that? Ren: If I’m gonna be an old lonely person, I’m gonna need a thing, you know? A hook. Like that guy in the subway who eats his own face. Ren: So I figured I’ll be “Crazy Man With A Snake”, you know? Crazy snake man. Ren: Then I’ll get more snakes, call them my babies. Kids won’t walk past my place, they will run! RUN AWAY FROM CRAZY SNAKE MAN!

Cleo, holding out a cookie for Lizzie: Look! This ones a heart, that’s how I feel about you! Lizzie: *Ugly crying* Cleo, holding out another cookie for Pearl: This ones like Michigan, that’s how I feel about you! Pearl, throwing their hands in the air: What does that mean?!

Grian: Did you wash the dishes? Mumbo: I thought you wanted to do that... Grian: *chuckles* You were WRONG.

Bdubs: Ren, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor. Ren: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

BigB: Respect my trans homies or I’m gonna identify as a fucking problem.

Impulse: Everybody shut up, I'm thinking. Tango, patting them on the back: Well, don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.

Joel: What's with the new hat? Scott: Oh, this? It's nothing. Scar: It's the loudest nothing I ever saw. Cleo: Scott, you just can't mosey in here with a brand-new hat and act like you're not wearing a brand-new hat. Scott: Look, I'm trying something new, okay? Just take it easy. Etho: He's right, guys. Come on, let's not go down this path. It's ugly... Kinda like that hat– Scott: I got this from a nice store! Joel: What store? The one before you exit the Al Capone Museum? BigB, entering the room: What's up, Scott? Did you just finish Bling Ring-ing Bruno Mars' closet? Scott: I'm being brave, okay? You guys are sheep. You may want to take a long, hard look in the mirror. BigB: Better us than you. You look like a park ranger from a cartoon. Scott: Joel, do you think the hat looks bad? Joel: Oh, uh, me? Um, I... I wouldn't say it was bad. Like, I think it's just different, like something you would wear in Indiana... Jones and the Temple of Bad Hats.

BigB: Well Grian, I have to say, I'm really disappointed. Grian: Well, you didn't HAVE to say it. You could've just thought it.

[vrystalius]

GENERAL HC: demons usually have nests, not traditional like straw and fur nests but little tucked away areas they tend to guard.

Muzan and Kokushibo’s nests are in the infinity castle

Douma’s nest is very comfortable. Very demure. (He tears up pillows and goes apeshit. And then makes his cult members clean up and make a larger pillow for him. Because beds are for basic bitches)

Akaza probably has his nest in the infinity castle too, but he’s a bit more secretive, and prob has somewhere else

Gyutaro has his nest in the red district, (it’s filled with bones and all trinkets he likes.)

(Hantengu + clones bc I LOVE THEM) they probably have a nest in the infinity castle since he and his clones need separate areas to keep them from strangling each other… but JANEHWJ

Urogi has a more traditionally bird nest (he steals shit and makes it into his BED)

Sekido just has a bed. Shames everyone else for having a messy nest

Karaku’s nest is very soft. DO NOT BELIEVE HIM THERES SOME FREAKY SHIT IN TYERE- I know he told me :3

Aizetsu’s nest is a few rocks. He feels he doesn’t deserve a proper nest. (Get him some damn pillows. It’s causing back pain for everyone)

ENMU MY LOVE, his nest is inside the train station, idk the word but it’s where all the trains go when not in use, it’s very comfy! No sunlight, he probably uses train lights to illuminate for his human mate

TURNING HC’S (TW HUMAN EATING MENTION)

Muzan isn’t used to being gentle, and seeing his former human mate in such pain to become a demon like him. He has all his servants tend to them; Kokushibo at the door guarding, Douma out going to get nesting supplies for the newly formed demon liege, Akaza getting human meat for them. Fun stuff! 🤩 he throws a massive festival for his new demon spouse. (It’s an excuse to execute random demons)

Kokushibo has a smaller situation, he brings you a small personal feast, (well hidden human meat so you don’t feel guilty) and goes to some people to have them make human meals (just with human meat instead of beef) and personally brings you his nesting materials

Douma has everyone in the cult, and has a sacrifice for your “ascension” (cult bullshit to explain demons) and how you’d need to be quarantined for awhile (cuddles while you calm down from bloodlust) and you two eat the sacrifice

Akaza calms you by taking you out with him. Probably uses a muzzle so you stop biting him… he doesn’t try and keep you contained so much, just supervising so you don’t hurt yourself… or get caught-

Gyutaro has you and Daki in his nest, pampering you both and is hopeful his sister approves of his mate, power wise and demon appearance. (She’s just excited to have another demon to talk too dw)

Hantengu and his clones are waiting on you hand and FOOT, his clones’ mate shall have the same respect as Muzan, since Muzan chose you to be his demon mate.

Enmu puts you to sleep while this happens, easing the growing pains and hunger, you wake up basically the same just a demon bc of the dreams he gave you. 10/10 very nice.

This was very long 👍

I took pictures just in case if tumblr ate this.

This was so good!! I keep thinking about clawing and skinning Douma during the transformation while he just giggles and laughs loudly. Also, I love the nests- Gyutaro’s would probably stink of decay while Daki’s is the most prestige and comfortable. Only the most expensive fabrics and jewrely is allowed to come even near her nest.

I’m not the biggest fan of Hangengu’s clones, but Urogi stealing things for you and dropping it off at his nest, or trying to feed you foods he stole out of people’s hands like a seagull seems super funny to me XD

Also, I think Enmu tried more than once to nest inside a train but never could decide wich one to settle in since his favourite train model changes almost every week and it would be exhausting to change nests so many times, so probably decided to stay near or inside the busiest train station he could find. And yes, he will kick his feet in delight when watching a train pass by or stop to let passengers in.

Akaza probably is letting you chew and rip his forearms apart as much as you like during your transformation, he literally doesn’t care. Also, he’ll probably try to convince you to don’t eat women as well, but doesn’t mind if you eat them anyway. As long as you’re happy and fed.

I can see Muzan getting ashamed of nesting. He’s the demon kind and supposed to above such animalistic behaviours, but he can’t help to hoard the finest and highest grade pillows/blanket. He likes it comfortable and prestige. Muzan would probably spray some cologne over all of it as well to make sure it smells divine, just like him.

Muzan is probably being a little annoyed at how long your transformation is going. He’s gonna stand there, tapping his foot and checking his watch. He might even get worried and check you for any signs of a bad transformation.

Perhaps I should write more headcanons, those are fun!

[bonkbobl]

happy to please

ROOSE BOLTON X READER

a/n: this is set before anything bad happens in the show, maybe like early season 1 or even before. i know in the books there was domeric and i considered mentioning ramsays kinslaying but decided to just go with the show, which, my impression is that domeric just never existed and ramsay grew up at the dreadfort being cared for by roose. this fic comes from the book quote about him growing fond of walda bc she actually liked sex with him and buddy never experienced the loving touch of a woman with his past two wives

summary: roose bolton had two wives before you. so he thought he knew what to expect during the bedding but nothing could have prepared him for those sweet little noises and the way you writhed

warning: smut!!! roose bolton is very awkward and not very romantic, forced marriage but once you see roose irl you're like oh... wait guys hes kind of hot nvm im down

It was high time the Lord of the Dreadfort took another wife to try for more heirs. A bastard born to a Millers Wife was hardly a suitable option. The goal-driven Lord Bolton wanted a speedy affair and not too much fuss about it. When word was sent out that the “Dreadlord” was seeking a hand in marriage, the response was not sparse.

Several offers to meet Northern Lords’ “most beautiful” daughters landed on Roose Boltons desk. But Roose didnt want the fuss that came with that. There was no need to fret about which girl was the most desireable, only which prospect bred the most advantage.

You came from a semi prominent house, a large advantage was the fact that you had no siblings to succeed you and your uncles were all bordering on geriatric. Because of this, your father was eager to broker a marriage between you and any Lord to start producing more options for the succession of your house — you came with a heavy dowry.

All negotiations occurred on paper and before you’d learn anything about your husband, your father has your servants packing your belongings up into carriages. You were on your way to the Dreadfort

Dreadful name for a castle, you thought to yourself. Perhaps that set the tone for the marriage. You should expect nothing but that —dread.

The entire journey, you did not utter a word to your father, so upset that he’d gone behind your back to do this. You had been stubborn, growing up. You’d met several Lords from minor houses through the years and you turned all of them away.

They weren't handsome enough, weren't noble enough, weren't gentle enough, weren't firm enough. That one was too loud, too annoying, to full of himself, not sure enough of himself, too meek, too weak. There was always something. But you were never forced to. Not until now.

Perhaps it was the fact that your father finally listened to the whispers of those around him, telling him that if he doesnt marry you off soon, no lord would want an old bride. You think thats most likely. Theres also the fact that House Bolton was an extremely powerful house, your liege lord for centuries. They stood only beneath the Starks and the Crown.

When you stepped down from the carriage to greet your husband to be, you steeled yourself. You didn't know what to expect. You knew he was around your father’s age, which wasn't exactly a comfort.

But you met his cold eyes, your expression softened considerably. Your father had grown plump with unkempt hair on his chin. It was patchy and uneasy to look upon. His hair was also receding quickly as the years passed.

The years were kinder to Lord Bolton.

Giving a curtsy, you surrendered to his examination of you, suddenly feeling nervous. You found yourself hoping he liked what he saw because well… Lord Bolton, you think, immediately appears to be, well, lordly. He looks physically fit, cleanshaven, intimidating features. His stare was hard on you, and you almost shied away thinking he was, in fact, unhappy with you, but glancing back, you realized that he may be one of those men with a permanent hardness to their stare.

You mainly hope he isn’t cruel to you.

Lord Bolton nodded, then spoke, “My lady.” Taking your hand and pressing a courteous kiss to it, he continued, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You swallowed, trying your best to keep your gaze even. His voice was so smooth and deep… The kind of voice that you’d want reading to you in the darkness at night.

He’s everything you think a man should be, in appearances. The boys who wanted your hand in marriage would stumble about their words and it was endearing in their own right, but here, under his lordly gaze, you felt more willing to you resign yourself under his protection.

“Happy to please you, my lord,” You said softly, curtsying.

Roose’s eyes looked you up and down for what felt like the millionth time but he couldn’t really help it. He hadn't expected you to be the beauty you were — that wasn’t why he was marrying you — but he got lucky, it seems. You were a shy thing, barely able to meet his eyes.

Roose looked at your father, standing far away from you, awkwardly staring out into the wind and avoiding engagement. It wasn't difficult for him to make out that perhaps you might be unhappy to be here. If theres anything he can recognize, its a tense familial atmosphere.

But he watched you smile and speak your courtesies, sweet and polite. Yes, you would do just fine. You were perfect, he’d even dare to say, he was delighted by you.

You would make him rich, and it seemed like you had enough understanding and commitment to duty to not make a fuss about anything that may be unpleasant to you. He just hopes you’re fertile so that he doesn’t have to pain you unnecessarily with too many attempts.

“I’d like you to meet my son, Ramsay,” He brought his son forward.

You smiled politely at him and allowed him to kiss your hand, “My lord, it’s lovely to meet you.” You hoped it didn’t show that you were a little wary of Ramsay. It was hard to ignore the rumors of the Bastard at the Dreadfort. But you’re happy that you are not to be his or his fathers enemy.

“As it is for me to make your acquaintance, my lady.”

Roose allowed a smile and began directing you to your handmaidens, who would lead you to your temporary room.

As far as first meetings go, it might have been awkward but it wasn’t completely unbearable. You’re grateful for it.

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When it came time to wed him, Roose made it clear that there was to be no bedding ceremony, and you let yourself relax, smiling to yourself gratefully. It was a tradition spreading all the way from the Wall to Dorne, but you really didnt know why. The thought of being stripped and groped by all the men in the room rained dread upon you.

Instead of being carried to your room by many men, you were led there by your husband, who you were growing more fond of in each moment. Sure you barely knew him, but he was handsome enough.

Not just handsome enough, you’d say that if there was to be a ball with all the Northern men and women, you would have stared at him in the corner of your eye all night hoping he’d approach you. He reminded you of those scenarios that you’d read about only in books.

He also seemed to be respectable and a gentleman, which comforts you greatly. The fact that he chose to forego the bedding was something you hadn’t expected but it certainly made you more amenable to whats to come.

It started sort of mechanically and passive. Your husband poured you a cup of wine for your nerves, and you exchanged some words about the ceremony and he watched you drink it.

Then when he deemed you relaxed enough Roose asked, “Did your septa teach you about what happens during bedding?”

You nodded, “My septa, yes. And I had read a book once that contained some details that she had left out, so I actually know more than many would assume,” You rambled out.

Roose tilted his head questioningly but gave an amused sigh and a nod.

It was true, you did read a lot. And one of those books included a scandalous romp between the main character, a man, and a whore. Your father found you reading that and burned the book but he couldn’t burn it out of your memory.

It was part of why you might have had such a high standard for the men who had approached for your hand. The men in the books were confident but not arrogant. They could please their women properly because they knew what they were doing but also knew to listen. They were powerful. Possessing a subtle dominance that was too nuanced for younger men to understand.

Roose exuded dominance. This brand of dominance.

It excited you just as much as the memory of those pages.

“Good,” He said, “Then I have little explaining that I must do.”

You watched him stand and offer his hand to you again and you took it, letting him help you up and to the bed.

Roose couldn’t really understand it, but he identified nerves stirring inside him at the thought of bedding you. Its been a long time since he’s taken any wife to bed and he is aware that most of the time, its only really pleasurable for men.

His past two wives would lay there, passive and unmoving, waiting for him to have his fill before quickly getting up to clean themselves.

He really intended to make this as easy for you as possible and wait a week to try again. After that, perhaps he’d take you every few days until you came to be with child. Ever methodical about everything, of course he thought of how to go about this.

Roose helped you with your dress, coming up behind to aid in unlacing it. Meanwhile, you busied yourself with taking out the pins that had been keeping your hair up.

You wanted to be comfortable, Roose was pleased to note. He was glad to know you were thinking of your comfort. Making this as easy as possible. You were a girl who understood what needed to be done, a good quality to have in a wife.

His past wives understood to an extent, as well, but not without at least a little bit of whining and whinging.

With your hair undone and your dress unlaced, you took it upon yourself to shrug it off your shoulders, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Roose watched you, gracefully doing your duty, a small smile coming to him.

You surprised him quite a bit, actually. Especially when you turned to him, a little shy about your exposure, but confident enough to pull him in by his collar and kiss him for the first time.

Your lips moved shyly against his, and Roose returned your gentleness. Each thing you did made him ever more curious about you. The two of you continued to mold your lips to each others as he worked on disrobing himself. He could sense the hesitation and curiosity behind your lips movements.

All the better. He'll let you do as you needed to feel more comfortable.

Very quickly, Roose had taken off all his clothes and the moment you realized your husband was bare and ready to finally take you, you parted from him. His eyes opened slowly to see you staring up at him with those big eyes and he held your gaze as you edged backward onto the bed, situating yourself at the edge of it. Then you laid yourself down, splayed out for him.

Roose watched you get ready for him, wondering what he did to score so lucky with such a sweet, innocent, eager little wife.

He pressed the tip of his length to your slit. The edges of your pussy lips were dry but as he moved the head of his cock through your folds, some moisture coated him. Roose paused because you mewled and turned your face to the side, eyes closed, hands bunching into fists in your sheets.

His cock twitched against you as he watched, something that hasnt happened since Roose was a teenager with his first wife.

It moved him to push inside. He watched your lips part with heavy breaths, eyebrows coming together as your breaths turned into soft whimpers. He had to pull out after a certain point and push back in, further. You whimpered, grasping the sheets harder.

Roose found himself completely and utterly hypnotized by you, watching your face, turned to the side, eyes pinched shut, gently chewing your bottom lip.

“You’re very reactive,” He muttered, catching your attention.

You turned back to look at him over your rising and falling chest and giggled, running your hand over your forehead, “Yeah, I… Nothing has ever been inside like this so... I’m reacting.” A coil in your stomach twisted as he pushed even deeper and your lips puckered, letting out an "Ooh..."

Roose chuckled at the first sign of a little bit of sass in his wife, amused at your playfulness during what most would deem to be a serious moment. Roose typically disliked those who cracked unnecessary jokes in inappropriate moments, but somehow it seemed appropriate in this moment.

Your hand came down to grab his and you guided it to your thigh. You felt your husband bottom out inside you after not too much struggle or pain and you laid there happily. You were happy to take his gentle thrusts. Your cunt grew wetter and sloppier as he fucked you.

He filled you well, and it felt good to be full like this. You wanted him to touch you… You wanted him to move more. Faster, harder. You just wanted more of him.

You breathed a heavy sigh, squeezing around him, trying to coax him into moving in you.

“Roose,” You whined, squirming beneath him. Your legs came to wrap around him and guide his movements in you.

Your husband gasped at your shameless neediness, responding quickly to your coaxing movements. You felt like heaven, squeezing so tight around him. But it wasn’t just the pure sensation of a cunt enveloping him it was the fact that your heel remained pressed against his lower back, pulling him toward you. It was the fact that little whimpers kept tumbling out of you, meanwhile you hid your face as if you couldn’t keep them in. It was his name, falling from your lips, in between the whimpers.

And then you whimpered, “Harder.”

An appreciative hum rumbled in Roose's chest, his eyes focusing even harder on you. You shuddered to look at him. His smolder could easily be mistaken for a glare and you'd hate to be a man in any other situation, on the receiving end of such a look.

Here, it just made you more excited.

You cried a loud, unrestrained moan when he gave a sharp thrust, his cock angled upward and hitting a deep spot within you. When his cock touched that spot, it felt as if a little burst of pleasure had come from it and melted into the rest of your body, the coil in your tummy tightening deliciously.

His pace slowly increased, as did your pleasure. You writhed beneath him... At times it almost felt like pleasure was too much, like you were about to tip off some edge, and you had no idea what could be found once you made it over that edge other than just even more, blinding pleasure. You didn't even know if you could take it.

But you had nowhere to run. So if you had to find out what was waiting for you over that edge, so be it. You fought to hold your legs open as much as possible but your thighs would sometimes beg to close, unused to the intense stimulation. And most of the time, you kept your eyes closed and your face turned to the side.

Roose stared down at you, burying himself in you over. And over. Watching as each time you had to succumb and give yourself away to the sensations. It sparked something primal inside him, and truly for the first time he felt an animal-like instinct that often came to be the failing of many great, even-minded men.

He felt lust. Inspired by the image of your body tightening and twitching as he plunged himself deep into you.

Grabbing your waist, he fucked you faster, snapping his hips at a faster speed while he used his strength to pull your pliant body into his.

It wracked your body from head to toe, a long, loud whine, pulled from your throat, enunciated by each meeting of his balls against your ass. Your hands shot up to grasp to anything you could find on the bed but all it found were more sheets. You buried your face in the soft flesh of your arms.

Roose slowed and gave you some hard, defined thrusts, grunting as he did so. You cried out each time and then managed to blink your eyes open and look at him, eyebrows still knitted together, hair a tangled mess under you, and your lips red and wet from your chewing on them all the time.

And then your husband rediscovered the energy to plow into you again.

You held your tits this time, to keep them from bouncing uncomfortably.

He growled, adjusting so that your legs were put over his shoulder before continuing. That felt amazing. But even more amazing was that he decided it wasn't enough, climbing on the bed and pushing you further up on it. He maneuvered his leg, planting a foot next to your side.

That. That had you crying out, damn near sobbing. At least, you wouldn't be surprised if anyone passed your room and mistook it for that.

Soon your body was twitching uncontrollably under him and Roose was sighing loudly, shocked by just how tight your cunt was gripping onto him. Your moans grew weaker and breathier and your body tensed to a peak before you seemingly began to come down from it.

Your breaths remained heavy as you attempted to catch yourself, small aftershocks of convulsions and shaking taking you. He was still fucking you just as hard and your body was oversensitive to the stimulation.

But thankfully you didn't have to endure the pleasurable torture too much longer. Roose released you with a few hard thrusts and deep groans.

He stilled in you and dropped his head in exhaustion, staying buried deep inside, as he attempted to catch his breath and recover and you stared at him, also trying to catch up with yourself.

You lowered your legs to the side though and in the process, his penis slipped out of you, quickly softening. You don't know what possessed you to do so, because there was really no need to, but you brought a hand up to your husbands face and moved it so you could stare into his eyes.

His soft, exhausted eyes met you, the strong hardened exterior that you saw on him at your first meeting, melted off.

Cautiously, you closed the distance, molding your lips to his again.

Roose kissed back fervently this time, no longer hesitant and letting you take the lead. His domineering hand coming behind to cradle your face.

Your eagerness had surprised him in the beginning. But once he'd entered you, it was as if a switch had turned on for both of you. He'd expected you to bravely take on the duty that all women had to endure but he'd never expected you to take to it so well, craving more, wanting him.

Roose had never been the type of man to think about, much less want to be wanted. But his cock nearly twitched back to life, remembering. You pulled him in with your legs, asked him to fuck you harder, you came, and even afterwards, you wanted more.

When your lips finally parted, he stared, evaluating you with a new lense, a lense of true fondness. It was something that — Roose wouldn't ever dare say out loud but — it was something that could even develop into something deeper than a vague fondness or physical attraction. Something like love.

You pressed one last chaste kiss to him and smiled widely, asking, "Is that what every night will be like?" You asked, "If so I think you'll make me a very happy lady."

Roose couldn't think of a proper, clearly worded answer, so he just pressed his lips to yours again, hungrily. A very happy lady indeed. And he'll be happy to see you happy.

[apomaro-mellow]

Family Planning 9

Part 8

Eddie held his breath as Steve leaned down to kiss him. It was sweeter and softer than Eddie ever imagined a kiss from Steve Harrington would be. He expected passion, burning like a fire that threatened to engulf him. But it was even better than that. It was like the warmth that settled in his stomach after sneaking some of his uncle’s whiskey. It was comforting.

He didn’t know what to do with his hands at first so he kept them at his sides. But he couldn’t keep still for long and settled his hands on Steve’s hips. That just prompted Steve to move said hips and Eddie was swept away as that tang of arousal he scented earlier bloomed.

Steve rose up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. “Think you can be quiet?”, he whispered.

Eddie nodded. Normally it was kind of a tall order but he’d do anything if it meant he got to have Steve like this. It was clearly the right answer because Steve smiled down at him and leaned in again….

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There were birds chirping, literally chirping and giving the morning a melodic brightness that Eddie hadn’t felt for a long time. This time, Steve’s weight on him was expected. Steve’s head was pillowed on his chest just like after the night of the party.

Eddie imagined that this omega was actually his mate. That he got to wake up to Steve like this every morning. That they actually had a little pup that was a combination of their features. Maybe Steve’s eyes and his hair? Or maybe the pup could have his texture with Steve’s color? Maybe his moles too?

Steve mumbled something and shifted, bringing Eddie out of his own thoughts. He couldn’t believe last night really happened.

“I can’t believe last night really happened.”

He could hear Steve giggling, apparently awake enough to hear him. “Well, it did”, Steve blinked his eyes through the morning brightness.

Eddie wanted to ask so many things. Did he like the date? Did he have a lot of fun despite all the mishaps? Would this go on even after the project or were they just playing house? Instead what came out of his mouth was-

“Am I going to have to go down the ladder again?”

Steve’s lips curled up and Eddie wondered if this was what jesters felt like when their liege smiled at their antics. Steve sat up and looked at the clock on his nightstand. 

“Shit what day is it?”, he said, getting out of bed without waiting for an answer.

“Well yesterday was Saturday, so that would make today Sunday”, Eddie said, sitting up when Steve started pulling nice clothes out of his closet. He was about to question why when a knock came at the bedroom door.

“Steve, are you ready yet?”, his mother asked from the other side.

“In a minute!”, Steve was frantically getting dressed. 

Then it clicked for Eddie. Ah. Sunday. Nice clothes. Early start. 

“Wait, have you been taking our daughter to church on your weekends?”, Eddie asked, arms crossed in a huff. “We never discussed religion when bringing up our pups.”

Steve rolled his eyes as he buttoned up his shirt. Then he came over to kiss the frown off his face. “Do you realize how silly I’d look taking a sack of flour to church?”

The kiss got the fake-pout to disappear and Steve turning to reveal his bare ass finished the job. He got out of bed too and started to dress in his clothes from last night.

“Wait for us to go, then you can use the back door. Just lock it behind yourself, ‘kay?”

“You know it’s kinda hot havin’ to sneak around like this”, Eddie smirked, and then stumbled loudly as he tried putting his pants on.

“It’s not gonna be hot if my dad catches”, Steve said. Saying so reminded him of his scent. He probably reeked of Eddie. A thought that made him happy when he woke up but would need to mask. And he didn’t have time for a shower. He grabbed some cologne and spritzed himself. 

Eddie did his very best not to whine because he understood. Steve left his room, but not without another kiss. Eddie kept his ear to the door as he listened to the Harringtons assemble and then head out the door. He waited a few moments before leaving the bedroom and taking his leave. 

Once he was out, he was practically skipping down the road. He didn’t even mind that he got back to his van and found a ticket on the window.

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“Has Steve told you how many kids he wants yet?”, Tommy asked.

Eddie paused at the question. Eating lunch at Steve’s table still felt novel and Tommy not sneering at him even more so. Eddie looked at Steve, who had Kimberly in his lap and was even bouncing her on his knee while eating a sandwich with one hand. He froze though at Tommy’s question, cheeks stuffed with ham and cheese.

“Looks like he hasn’t”, Carol grinned.

Eddie wondered what could be the scandalous number that had them all like this. Did Steve not want kids at all? Did he want twenty? Eddie swallowed and leaned his elbow on the table, playing at ease.

“Well, my lovely-lovely, how many kids do you envision for the future?”

Steve swallowed thickly, his leg coming to a stop as he adjusted the bag of flour in his arms. “I uh, well I uh, I always thought that six was a good number.”

Eddie’s eyes bugged out wide but not for the reason most would think. Steve was fidgeting in his seat a little, not sure what to do with his intense gaze on him or his friends’ snickering. He knew they were only teasing but it still made his face red.

“I can give you six”, Eddie said, snapping Steve back to reality.

“Wha-”

“Actually, wait right here!”

Eddie tried to rush from his seat, tripping over himself and catching his body on all fours before righting himself and rushing out the lunch room. Literally a second after he ran through the doors, the bell rang, prompting most of the students to start getting up and leaving. Steve was staring at the door until Carol snapped her fingers in front of his face.

“Come on. English is the one class I can’t be late for”, she said.

“Eddie said to wait.”

“And you’re just gonna?”, Tommy had his brow raised.

“He probably won’t take that long. I’ll see you guys soon”, Steve said. “Take my lunch tray for me on the way out.”

They both sighed and yet they did just that. Steve eventually felt weird being the only one sitting in the cafeteria and walked out, leaning on the wall just outside of it and hoping a teacher didn’t come by and ask for his hall pass. He heard racing footsteps and Eddie skidded around the corner, then slid over to Steve, stopping short of just running into him.

“Here”, he held out a piece of cloth.

Steve took it, realizing it was a bandana, one he’d seen in Eddie’s pocket usually. The moment it was in his hands, he caught just a whiff of it and then brought it to his nose for a quick sniff. And then he pressed his face to it, taking in Eddie’s scent and just barely restraining the urge to rub it all over himself while still in public.

“Is this…?”, he trailed off, just a tad breathless. 

Eddie nodded vigorously. “If you’ll have me.”

A courting gift. The first of many to come.

Part 10 Final

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Warmth

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie takes you home after work (1150 words)

Contents: Reader suffers from chronic pain, smoking weed, no gender descriptors for reader, reader is called Baby

Please note I am not a doctor and do not take any medical advice from me ok thanks also each person's health is different from someone elses so please be kind to each other thanks bye

You sigh as you finally lock the door for the store. You had started the day out with working your regular shift. Which had been fine, even if you had felt a little stiff. Then that coworker called in sick...again. And your boss begged you to stay late...again. You had wanted to say no, but the prospect of getting a bit extra in your paycheck, well, you couldn't pass it up.

But now your body was screaming at you. Working for twelve hours had your joints aching. Some days you could barely roll over in bed without the pain. Could barely think a coherent thought as your joints and muscles screamed at you.

And other days, the good days, you felt you could run a marathon. Not because of an absence of pain, but the pain was so little compared to what you were used to it felt like nothing. Some days started like this and ended like the bad days.

And today was ending like a bad day. Especially because that one manager, the one who seemed to not like you, was on duty. Your boss, the sweetest old man in the world, didn't care if you sat in a chair at your register. But the manager who came in for the evening shift once the boss was gone? Took it away and called you lazy, even if you were the best cashier they had.

You slowly but steadily made your way to the van that was sitting idle in the parking lot. Through the passenger window you can see Eddie smoking a joint. When you opened the door, startling Eddie, smoke furled out. You climbed in and slammed the door shut.

"You know this is just begging for someone to call Hopper right?" You groan as you turn to grab your seat belt. "Figured you'd wanna smoke and relax a bit, thought I'd get it started for you." Eddie's arm reaches across you grabbing the seat belt before you could and buckling you in. "I can do it myself," you mumble.

"Yeah, you can. But maybe I want to take care of my Baby, hm?" Eddie hands you the joint," When you said you'd be late earlier, you uh said you already weren't feeling the best. Figured I could do what I can to help. Not that you can't do it yourself, you can, but you know-" "I know. Thanks."

It still was hard to accept that this is how your life was. Even harder to accept help. The thought that people were helping out of pity made you want to scream, even if you knew some people, like Eddie, were helping because they loved you not because they pitied you.

The van roars to life as Eddie presses the gas a bit too hard, causing the entire van to lurch. Eddie winces and mutters an apology. You inhale on the joint, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You crack a window to let the smoke out, humming as you close your eyes.

By the time you make it to Eddie's, you can feel the weed in your system. Softening the edges of everything. The pain easing up slightly as you relax.

Eddie tumbles out of his side, almost face planting, as he rushes to get to your door. He throws the door open and bows, "My liege." You huff out a laugh as you graciously take his hand, gripping it tightly as you step down and out of the van. Eddie winks at you as he kisses the top of your hand, causing you to swat at him. Eddie chuckles as he drops your hand to go and open the door of the trailer.

You follow Eddie inside and to his room after kicking off your shoes. Your only thought is laying down and going to sleep. You barely shrug out of your uniform before collapsing onto his bed. Usually, Eddie would make some joke about getting naked, but tonight he forgoes that and instead dims he lights, sensing how tired you are.

Eddie's bed is old and yet somehow more comfortable then yours (probably because Eddie moves around so much in his sleep he doesn't stick to just one spot like you do, which causes your mattress to deflate and sink in one spot). You toss the nearest blanket over you, sighing in relief that you made it through the day.

You can hear Eddie enter and leave the room a few times, mumbling to himself. The sound of his rings hitting his dresser. The creaking of the drawers opening and shutting as he finds something to wear to bed. The distant beeping of a microwave going off before Eddie leaves the room again.

"Made you something," Eddie says as he reenters the room. "Not hungry," you mumble into the pillow. "Its not food- well, it is but not anymore? I mean we could eat it buuuuuttt..."

You peek an eye open to look at Eddie. In his hands is an oddly shaped lump. You can recognize the familiar pattern as the curtains in Eddie's room (and the realization there are no curtains anymore hits you). You can tell it was supposed to be a rectangle, but is more oblong like an oval.

Eddie gingerly places it against your back and- oh. It's warm.

Eddie crawls onto the bed next to you," Remember the heating pad? How it died? Well, figured might as well make my own and save us some money. Filled with rice, so if we really need to I guess we could eat it but I don't think that's uh the best idea."

"You sew?" You ask softly. Eddie grins at you," Mama taught me." Eddie readjusts the bag against you where it fell away. "Eds..." Eddie hums looking up at you," Yeah?"

"Thank you." "Anytime Baby. I'd do anything I can for you." You smirk at him," Anything?" Eddie rolls his eyes as he grins back," Weeelll-" you both chuckle. You roll back onto your side and close your eyes.

And as you lay there you think of how much Eddie loves you. How often he shows you his love. How he opens doors for you and closes them. How Eddie doesn't treat you as glass like some of your friends do, but how he still cares and makes you comfortable. How Eddie doesn't try to limit you and let's you set the pace for yourself. How Eddie took down his curtains to make you a heating pad because yours went out.

You reach back and slowly link your hand with his. Eddie hums slightly, linking your fingers, before shifting and wrapping his arm around you, drawing you closer.

You can feel the warmth from the rice. The warmth of Eddie's body. The warmth from his breath as he falls asleep. And the warmth from your heart as it yells out how in love you are.

[aurorialwolf]

Ariator incorrect quotes!!!

Inspired by Spot doing some for Allan and Callisto :3

Last time I did this, I skipped over the shipping ones because Aria and Raitor weren't quite together yet,, and they still aren't official, but definitely clearly something, soooo

Not all of these are shipping though some are just funny pfft

Aria: So what's for dinner? Raitor, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

fool!Aria: Stubs their toe FUCK! fool!Raitor: Mind your language! fool!Aria: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”??? fool!Raitor: fool!Aria: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Aria: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? Raitor: Oh, I'm always running Raitor: The question is from what

imp!Raitor: Why would you think any of this was a good idea? imp!Aria: Probably because I'm a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. imp!Raitor: imp!Aria: I don't know how you keep forgetting this.

fool!Raitor: Oh, fiddlesticks. fool!Aria: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

Aria: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact. Raitor: …All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Aria: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Raitor: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep. Aria: I said within reason, Raitor. How about I murder that guy? Raitor: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? Aria: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Aria: Raitor, you love me, right? Raitor: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

More under the cut!!

Future prime!Ariator perhaps :3c Aria: Do you love me? Raitor: We’re literally married. Aria: Yeah, but as friends or— I find this one especially funny because I did almost marry someone to give them a visa once!! Auro lore :D!

Raitor comes home absolutely drunk. Aria: Cuisle, are you.. coming to bed? Raitor: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Raitor: Lies on the ground and falls asleep Aria: …

Aria: Raitor and I are no longer friends. Raitor: ARIA THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

I did edit this one slightly, also I feel like Aria would make a joke at the expense of Raitor's British accent given that she's Irish, and yknow, the British and Irish... Raitor: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor! Aria: I had a nightmare. Raitor: You had a nightmare?? You're a dreamwalker! Aria: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this odd power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the floor and you sleeping up there- Raitor, in a posher accent: Why yes, how high and mighty I am up on my twin XL! Aria: That is not what I meant— Raitor: Silence in the presence of your king, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground! Aria: Listen, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up on your bed and I’m sure you did too. Raitor: Yeah, okay- Aria: You know what? I wanna know. How’d you sleep last night? Raitor: …That was the best I’ve slept in a while. Aria, gasping: The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed! Raitor: I did not agree to this- Aria, dramatically: But my liege, our love is forbidden! Raitor, on the phone: Hi, is this DAMN support? Yeah, there’s a bed bug in my dorm and he’s five-foot-eight, he’s got red hair.

fool!Aria: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. fool!Raitor: I think you mean cards. fool!Aria, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

This one would be pre-Aria-leaving-the-Academy in the Imperium imp!Aria: I went through an entire character arc recently imp!Aria: I became more evil if you’re curious imp!Raitor: We can fix this, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! imp!Aria: I’m going to get worse on purpose

fool!Raitor, going over fool!Aria's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative. fool!Aria: Yes fool!Raitor: Okay... may I know what you create? fool!Aria: Problems.

And here are the quote generators I used!!:

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[twstjam]

Have you ever thought about swapping bodies with your blorbo???? me neither but when your lives are so DIFFERENT it seems like it would be so, so interesting. Basically: Soulmates???? au where you and Malleus occasionally swap bodies. Have you seen Your Name/Kimi No Nawa??? Yeah like That. Might write and post a part 2 in the morning. It is currently 2 am

You wake up in the most comfortable bed you've ever slept on in your life.

That should have been the first clue to tell you that something was Off, but as a college student who can only sleep on the best mattresses someone in crippling debt can afford (read: not at all) the unexpected luxury felt like Heaven and who would you be if you didn't indulge in it for as long as you could? Your exhausted bones begged for it anyway.

You really would have slept the entire day away if it weren't for the knock at your door. You grumble, irritated at being disturbed, but you know that you need to get up at some point anyway to scuffle down breakfast and get ready for morning classes. You should count your blessings that your roommate had bothered to try waking you up.

"Lord Malleus?" calls an unfamiliar, slightly muffled voice. "Have you awakened, my liege?"

You rub the sleepiness out of your eyes as you flop onto your back with a groan. You spread your arms out over the silky sheets of your bed like a disgruntled starfish.

Wait… silky?

You grope the surface of your sheets again. Confused, you open your eyes to look at what's beneath your hands, only to be even more confused at the canopy over your bed.

You blink, just to make sure you're not imagining it, and slowly sit up.

If you weren't feeling out of sorts already, you do now, now that you've gotten a good look at the bed— no, platform? Doesn't matter what you want to call it, the bed you're in is so much bigger than anyone has any right to own with way more space than you could possibly occupy. It was something you never thought you'd have the luxury of experiencing in your lifetime, let alone your dreams.

Dreams. Are you dreaming?

You're startled out of your thoughts when another knock comes from the door.

"Lord Malleus?" the voice sounds meeker this time. "Would you like your breakfast?"

You don't know where the Hell you are, let alone who the fuck "Lord Malleus" is, so for a long minute all you do is gape cluelessly at the— good God.— massive double doors of this… bedroom? Just like the bed and the door, the space you're in is much more expansive than it has any right to be.

You hear the shuffling of feet. Whoever is waiting out there is getting even more anxious the longer they go without a reply from "Lord Malleus".

You glance around just to make sure, but aside from the decor that makes you feel like you're living a Goth's dream you don't see anyone else in the room aside from you.

"Who—"

You jump, stunned. You try again.

"Who— Who's there?"

Startled, your hands fly to your throat, unsettled by the unfamiliar sound it makes when you open your mouth. Your voice had come out deep and smooth and, most notably, not your own.

Immediately afterwards you notice how long your nails are. Sharp, like claws, and polished black, poking into your skin where you hold your hands over your neck. The fingers they're on are long, slender, pale, and most definitely not yours.

Neither is the sleek black… nightgown? That hangs loosely from your body. Your eyes draw up from your hands, following your arm up to your (broad?!) shoulder before tracing the neckline that dips low, exposing a toned chest that you are very, very sure has never belonged to you.

Your hands fly to your face and upon the unfamiliar contours of defined cheekbones and a strong jaw, you scramble out of the bed— Getting tangled in the sheets that are equally as massive as the bed as you do— and stumble as you're thrown off by how unexpectedly far the floor is. You grab the bedpost for support as you regain your bearings before waddling like a newborn foal on unsteady long legs.

Is it just you, or are you suddenly much, much taller?!

Alright, it most definitely isn't just you if your hands and voice are anything to go by, and if that didn't convince you, the long, silky black hair that falls over your shoulders and frames your face should and— holy shit why is your head so heavy. If you don't find a mirror right this second—

"I… I have come to bring you your breakfast, your highness," squeaks the person outside the door as you make your way across the room. Somehow, you're still able to hear them incredibly clearly despite your increasing distance from the door.

You almost trip over your feet getting to the full-length mirror in the room, but when you finally actually see yourself, you might as well have fallen anyway for how violent the air is knocked out of you at the sight of your reflection.

Or… not your reflection. At least you don't think???

You blink. Blink again, and the stranger's reflection gapes at you with the exact amount of bewilderment that you feel.

You're looking at a mirror. That's your reflection. You wave your hands and the image repeats the movement seamlessy but, you're pretty sure though, positive, that you're not a 7 feet tall, inhumanly gorgeous horned man.

Your reflection and your body don't care what you think though, and the green-eyed stranger in the mirror stares back at you in confused horror.

[mangooes]

Chapter 1 - The Moon and The Star

Chapter 2 - Heartbeats Strumming

Chapter 3 - Hope Is the thing with Feathers

The sound of alarm ringing wakes a certain girl from her dreamland. “Ugh what time is it.." as she groggily reaches for her phone to check the time. “Oh my aeons i’m so gonna be late!” As she jumps out of bed, sprinting towards the bathroom for a quick shower before putting up her high school uniform and dashes out the door running while tying her blue violet messy hair after locking the house door of course.

The girl’s name is robin, just your normal high schooler in seoul, south korea. She is a very well known young artist in the celebrity community, as her talent and love for singing spreads across the world, sometimes a bit of acting. As of today, she is starting her second year of high school. The girl rushed past the neighbors and streets, greeting those who went past her in a hurry.

The clock ticks as she runs towards her school,not wanting to be late for the first day, she runs without paying attention to the tall boy standing in front of her. “Excuse me! Oof!- “ as the girl and the boy fall together on the floor with Robin on top of the said boy. “Uhh, oh my aeons i’m so ,so so sorry!” The girl covered her mouth in disbelief as she stood up hurriedly while giving out her hand towards the boy. The said boy looks up to see the girl’s face with wide eyes as his dark gray ones stare into her light green eyes. The boy takes the girl’s hand, standing up from his previous akward position. “Um aha- sorry about that i didn’t pay attention to my surroundings, are you okay…?” The girl said slowly as she laughed in a silly manner. 

The boy just stared, seemingly in a daze. “Um hello?” The girl waves her free hand in front of the boy, stopping after hearing a certain bell ringing as she turns her head to look at the source of the sound. “Ah the bell has ringed, um im sorry but i need to-“ as the girl turns towards the boy to face him once more she finds herself in shock as the boy’s eyes were now glowing in a terrifying purple color, contrast to the gray colors of his eyes before. Black wisps seemingly surrounding him in an ominous vibe, sensing somethings off, she looks down towards the boy’s shadow seeing multiple purple eyes staring back at her with a nostalgic look, surprisingly comforting, as if she has experienced this before but still it freaked her out a bit. 

“Um excuse me but can you..? Let go of my hand…?” Robin starts slowly as she tries to pull her hand out from the boy’s grip as the boy snaps out of his trance as his eyes turns back to normal and the previous ominous vibe disappears in an instant. “Ah i’m sorry-“ “It’s okay i’ll be going now i’m sorry!!” Before the boy could even finish his sentence, the poor girl runs towards the school building without looking back. ‘This is so embarrassing!’ The girl thinks in her head as she zooms across the many students who greeted her with a friendly gesture as she returns it.

Meanwhile with the boy still standing in his place, his eyes never left the girl. Seemingly staring at her as she dashes away, emotions of longing were seen across his eyes, a yearning for his old lover, to fulfill the promises they made in the previous timeline. ‘I finally found you, Robin...my star....’ His trance was snapped out from the voices within his shadow.

“My king, it seems that she can see us.” A knight soldier of the shadow monarch states. “She looked quite scared of you, my liege, kekekkeke.” The ant king comments. “Yeah she can, though that means her memories are not intact...she doesn’t seem to recognize me nor you all” the boy sighed before giving out a command that has always been his priority in the previous timeline with authority, “Igris, follow her. Protect her like you used to.” “Yes my king, with pleasure.” The shadow knight called Igris says as he disappears, blending in the said girl’s shadow.

The said girl shuddered, catching sight of some trail of black zooming towards her on the floor. ‘What was that..?’ The girl looks around as she looks below to see her shadow. ‘I really need to stop worrying about these things, I'm definitely hallucinating.’ The girl sighed and walked to enter the orientation hallway filled with chatters of students from different grades and classes as she put on a smile without noticing how a pair or purple eyes seemingly stared at her form from her shadows.

Hey guys!! i know i have an acheron solo leveling fic goin on rn but i just feel like i need to publish this robins fic too sakjdnaskjsa i have too many ideas goin on rn LMAOO, so i'll write for them both at the same time! tho for the acheron fic im up to chapter 4 rn but i need to rethink again to make the plot more interesting :")) I'll post the second chapter for this robin fic tonight!! and maybe i'll write for a frieren hunter reader or like a hsr fic in general w no jinwoo in it :(( cuz i wanna start writing for mozee and dan heng too!

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 67 | Part 68 | Part 69

Steve barges inside and shuts the door as gently as he can. “Robs,” he says, then pauses. “Alli. I dunno. Just-” he shakes his head and heads upstairs without another word, missing the worried glance the girls share as they hurry to follow him.

Allison hesitantly knocks on his bedroom door, which he’d just disappeared behind. “Bubba?”

“Yeah,” he answers, but doesn’t open the door.

“Can we come in?” Robin asks.

He huffs an approximation of a laugh. “Since when do you ask?”

She parrots the quasi-laugh and opens the door, plopping down on the floor next to him. “Since it’s your room, dingus.” She nudges his shoulder with hers. “Wanna talk about it?”

He shrugs and brings his legs up to hug. “She’s not coming on this one.”

“That’s probably a good thing-”

“Neither is Jon.”

“And this was-”

“Her request. Yeah.”

Robin breathes out a long, slow breath. “That’s hard.”

“Yeah.”

Alli sits on his other side. “You okay, bubba?”

Steve tips over into her, lets her wrap him in a hug. “I dunno.”

Alli hums. “Sounds about right. Can you think of anything that’ll help right now, in the moment?”

Steve sighs. “This. I just need to get out of my head for a minute.” He tucks his face into her neck with another sigh. “I’m gonna sound like the sappiest person on the planet for saying this, but-”

Robin squeezes his thigh. “I’ll go get him.”

A minute later, a different kind of warmth is settling next to him. “I’m gonna be honest,” Eddie starts, “I don’t really know how to help right now.”

Steve sits up and squeezes Alli’s hand, accepting the forehead kiss before she leaves, closing his door behind her. Without looking, Steve takes Eddie’s hand. He leans his head back against his bed and shuts his eyes with a tired sigh. “Just sit here with me?”

“I can do that,” Eddie answers. “D’you want silence? Or d’you want me to talk?”

“Talk,” Steve decides. “Take my mind off of it. Please.”

“Sure,” Eddie says, shifting up onto his knees, but leaving his hand in Steve’s so he can continue to play with the rings. Steve’s heart squeezes. “But what to talk about? Shall I regale you with the tale of how the illustrious Party defeated the monstrous Vecna? Or perhaps my liege requires a softer tale, such as one from his humble bard’s even humbler youth?”

Steve manages a smile as he looks at Eddie. “You’d tell me embarrassing stories of you as a kid?”

“Woah now,” Eddie smiles, “I never said embarrassing.” He pauses for a minute, then, “But yeah, I’d tell you embarrassing stories of me as a kid.”

Steve bites his lip, twirls a ring around Eddie’s finger, and nods.

Eddie chuckles and gets comfortable, sitting next to Steve, shoulders and arms and legs brushing. “Alright, let me think. Did I ever tell you about the time I tried to tame a raccoon?”

“No.”

“I was probably twelve, or somewhere around there. Way too old to try, I definitely knew better, but I tried anyways. I’d just started living with Wayne and still wasn’t really sure if I belonged, y’know? And there was this raccoon that lived under the porch, y’know that boarded-up place right about where the couch is?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it lived under there. That’s why it’s boarded up, actually, but that happened later. So I decided, in all my twelve-year-old wisdom, the way to lure it out was to offer it food.”

Steve hums. “Bet it worked.”

Eddie snickers. “Well, yeah, but raccoons are smart. Smarter than twelve-year-old Eddie, apparently, because I had the bright idea to hide just inside the door, right? Except I got bored before it came out, and I went to go do my own thing, and I completely forgot about it. And y’know what Wayne found when he got home from work?” Steve hums. “An empty plate. I’m talking spotless, Stevie, that raccoon licked it clean and hid back in its hidey-hole. So I try again the next day. This time, though, I leave the plate of food out there and sit in front of the open door with a book.”

“Oh, I’m sure that worked well,” Steve mutters, smile playing at his lips.

Eddie snickers. “Well, it did work. I did get a chance to see the raccoon, up close and personal. It decided it was done taking food off the plate. It wanted the good stuff, in the kitchen, past the open door, guarded by a twelve-year-old with more ideas than sense and a book.”

“Oh no.”

“Yup. Ran straight past me. Y’know what I did?”

Steve’s grinning now. “What?”

“Hid in my room ‘till Wayne got back.”

Steve barks out a laugh, then covers his mouth, still giggling. “You didn’t!”

“I did! I was sure Wayne was gonna take one look at the mess and kick me out. We had a talk, alright, but he didn’t kick me out, and I never tried that again, I’ll tell you right now.”

Steve giggles more. “You’re crazy.”

Eddie grins, nudges Steve’s shoulder with his own. “Yeah, but you’re feeling better, aren’t you?”

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