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petrapalerno · 2 months

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Submitting to the Alien Barbarian #7

Alien x fem reader, a dom/sub erotic short.

TW/CW: rough consensual sex, primal play, knotting, breeding, aliens, dominance/submission, blood play, spanking, pregnancy, overstimulation, anal play, gagging and violence.

MASTER POST

You and Drohako have gotten into something close to a routine over the past few weeks.

When you wake, he stuffs you full of weird alien food. There must not be a polite way to decline a meal for the Volkroth because anytime you've wrinkled your nose or pushed a bite away, he refuses to accept no for an answer.

He wants you stuffed in more ways than one.

Once you finish eating, Drohako fucks and uses for hours. You can’t even keep track of how many times you’ve had to use your safe word for overstimulation alone.

The big purple alien barbarian, to his credit, listens even though he made a sour face at your refusals.

Then, once you’re spent and slick with seed, he carries you into the healing spring. The planet’s blood, as he calls it, and tends to your wounds.

There’s this dichotomy inside of him. The brute who wants nothing more than to rut you raw, and the mate who needs to make sure you’re alright.

It makes each side of your encounters all that more intense, to know that he’s capable of both.

You chew the rough textured meat, turning your head only catching him staring at you.

“Do I have something on my face?” you joke, wanting to break the tension.

“No,” he mumbles.

There’s a terse few moments where his eyes stay locked on you, something you can’t read behind his eyes.

It’s cut short when Grasyi whines, ready to be let out to hunt.

Despite its terrifying appearance, the big yellow cat has grown on you. You often wake up to him dropping some giant half dead bird at your feet. The act isn’t one you particularly enjoy, but you understand the sentiment.

“Good boy,” you wince as you kick the headless turkey sized thing off your feet.

It sits back on its muscular haunches, and pants. The feline face contorts to something almost like a smile. If a smile could be so...toothy.

“A small one today, eh?” He eyes the carcass that is anything but small to you.

Drohako loves the beast for as much as he complains about it. You witnessed some of his deep and guarded gentleness when you watched him tend to the creature’s injured paw. With careful extraction, he removed the large thorn that caused it to limp, with little reaction.

When the creature nuzzled Drohako’s face, you were in damn near shock to see him smile.

It's not a smirk or a cunning smile, but a smile filled with warmth. A smile of affection.

He walks over to the creature with a sigh and holds the flap to ‘home cave’ open.

With one firm slap of its muscular rump, he sends it off into the brutal red world that is this planet.

You take another bite of the massive bird. Drohako roasted it over a skewer earlier today, yet another of the Grasyi’s fresh kills.

“He cares for you, you know,” he tells me before sitting down next to me.

“I suppose.” I’m preoccupied with chewing through the gristle heavy meat. While I have no complaints about the alien dick here, the food leaves much to be desired.

“Think he’d ever let me ride him?” I ponder, remembering the few times I’ve seen Drohako ride him to fetch water or supplies.

“The bond between a Grasyi and rider is a spirtual one, I don’t think it’s possible,” he frowns at your request.

“Even though I’m your ‘mate’?” You ask, wiggling your fingers in the air as if the word mate is magic.

The corner of his mouth ticks up in amusement.

“That, I’m unsure of. The last volkroth mated pair was long before I was even born,” He says, a bit more wistfully than I expect.

“What happened to them, the mates?”

“The female Volkroth?” He muses. “They died out, we adapted. We’re lucky our young gestate outside a womb, otherwise my species would be doomed.”

“So you’re telling me that every Volkroth female just…died?” I’m so confused about how that would even be possible.

“Yes, fewer and fewer females were born until there were none left. Then the males whose seed refused to take in other species lines died too,” He tells me quietly, trying to look unaffected by information he’s conveying. “The spawning pits were a necessity, to breed females, and to introduce genetic diversity. It’s the only way we could continue the volkroth way of life.”

“And you mated me, some human from a space station that’s a glorified hunk of space junk?”

I’m flabbergasted. What would make me so special?

“You’re the first human I’ve ever seen in the pits,” his voice deepens as he puts his huge square hand on your thigh. The muscles of your body instantly stiffen, the anticipation of what’s coming quickly heating your core to liquid magma.

“I think I knew what you were when I saw you in the dirt, eyes wide and wet,” he whispers, leaning closer to you.

"Knew what?" You ask, almost salivating with anticipation. He has your body trained to crave his touch.

“That you were different, you were a worthy opponent...you were mine,” he growls, clasping the column of your throat.

Your eyes roll back as he squeezes the sides of your neck. He pulls you forward against the fur hides you sit on. His body swivels over your own and suddenly your face down. His thick limbs are caging you in.

There’s a flame lit shadow spreading out on the floor in front of you. Drohako’s a silhouette is one of pure power. It gives the illusion of some ripped shadow demon dancing with the crackling fire.

“Mine to do with as I please, to fill every hole as I wish too,” you hear a squelching noise as he speaks, then something slick and warm being slathered in the cleft of your ass.

“Drohako...” you warn, “I’ve never put something there before, let alone something as big as you,” you’re nervous at the thought of him fucking your ass with his monster cock.

“You have your safe word,” he mutters as he works the tip of his finger past your tight ring.

“Oh okay,” you breathe, adjusting to the new nerve sensations that he’s found.

“I don’t want to put both my cocks inside your tight hole,” he growls, "just one, so I save the other for your sweet cunt." He acts like it’s no big deal. But just one of his cocks is still the most massive thing you’ve ever had inside of you.

“Fuck Drohako,” you press your hips back, and he slides further inside, the muscles of your ass resist as he breeches it deeper.

“I want to stuff you full,” he says, adding a second finger slowly inside your backdoor. His other hand finds your clit, stroking it with long, firm strokes. The pleasure he creates at the apex of your legs has things feeling more relaxed around back. You breathe deep, willing your body to accept the fingers he’s feeding into you.

It feels...better than you thought it would. It’s an entirely unfamiliar sensation than when he fucks your pussy, but not a bad one. The sensations grow more pleasurable with each passing second.

“I’ll stretch this taut bud until it’s good and ready for my cock. It’ll fit,” he says confidently. “You’re made for me, you’re my mate,” He tells you before pumping his hand more roughly. Spreading his fingers wide, stretching you further before a third finger works past your subconscious resistance.

There’s a burn, but you like it.

Drohako raises your ass up and notches his shaft at your pussy’s entrance.

He is not gentle with this familiar hole, and you don’t think you’d want him to be. He slams deep, grunting with the effort it takes to keep his other cock from entering the promised land as well.

You claw at the dirt as the combination of his fingers on you clit, inside your ass, and his thick manhood buried deep in your pussy is fucking decadent.

He throbs inside you and your channel clenches.

“I will not go slowly. I need to fill you completely,” he groans with about as much warning as you’re liable to get from him.

You are unprepared for the feeling of him stuffing your ass. He has you arching your back like a cat at the burning stretch of his cock. A reflexive hiss leaving your lips.

Drohako, savoring the tightness of you around him, stills his hips as he rakes his hands down the skin of your back.

“Made for me,” he growls as he withdraws both cocks nearly completely before slamming himself home again, all while furiously working your clit.

As he fills you, the air leaves your chest in one big hiss.

“Drohako,” you sob, unable to parse the current of sensation that’s running through you.

Deeply, he dives back in. You can feel the dual friction of both sides of the thin strip of flesh that separates your channels. Having his cock pounding into your ass makes the shaft in your pussy grind against your g-spot. The impact has you curling your toes.

“So tight, so perfect. Choke my cocks,” his voice huffs ruthlessly.

You’re being fucked into a gasping silence as your face is pushed against the ground. Your nerves fire at all once, the intensity of which is almost too much.

You’re clenching your ass tightly as you feel the thrum of approaching oblivion.

The slap of his heavy balls against your cheeks as he picks up his pace.

You feel yourself draw up tightly, and with a final flick of your clit you come apart into a seizing storm of pleasure.

“Fuck!” Drohako growls, releasing your clit only to grab you by the hips. He lifts you off the ground as he bounces you on his cocks, one hand pressing hard on the small of your belly while he uses the other to grab you by the throat.

“Do it,” you choke out, “empty yourself into me,” you’re sobbing, his pounding pushing your orgasm further. The edges of your senses fuzz and blur.

You feel the cock in your ass fire first, pumping thick loads into the uncharted territory. The throbbing shaft in your pussy is quick to follow, and the staggered sensation of both dicks exploding inside you is enough to push you over the edge again.

You shake, as he places you face down on the ground again. His cocks futilely search for each other. They seek to knot like they do in your pussy, but their division just lets them probe deeper. They hit new pleasure centers you’ve never imagined before.

There’s a suction as both of his shafts leave you. Your ass gapes, and both holes drip with hot cum as he does.

“Good girl,” he tells you, stuffing a thick knuckle at the entrance of your pussy.

You’re a mewling, wiggling. Words lost to some snapping pleasure.

“So good for me, so tight and greedy for my cocks,” he coos, laying it on thicker than normal.

He’s softer when he needs to be, you remind yourself. Gentle even, for a barbarian.

You don’t hate it.

He gathers you up, slipping both your bodies into the warm planet’s blood. You’re not even sure you need it, despite the new experience today.

Drohako made sure your ass could take him. He took his time. But as the warm waters wash over, you don’t mind the comfort they provide.

He cradles your body as you let your eyes close, trying to ride the wave of endorphins as long as possible.

BEEP.

You snap your eyes open. The digital noise is distinctly out of place in this primitive setting.

“What was that?” You look up to Drohako’s forlorn face. His hand cups your cheek, a finger straying to trace your ear.

“You’re pregnant, you’ll be retrieved to go to the nesting grounds soon,” his eyes shimmered with some unspoken pain.

You raise your hand up, feeling the metal cuff. It was punched into your cartilage before your arrival. A safety measure, they said.

You forgot about the tracking device.

BEEP.

It sounds again, shrill and sharp. An orange light flashes from it, casting a sickly glow on the purple face above you.

“Do we go now?” you ask him, your expression dazed.

“They will come for you,” he says, his voice cracking.

“I...We knew this time would come,” you say, nervous about the next step in your journey.

“They will not take you from me,” he growls, gripping you even tighter.

“Drohako,” you pry at his hand as his nails bite into your skin, “calm down. I’ll be back,” you tell him, cupping a hand to his cheek.

“You will not, they will ship you to a different spawning pit in the name of genetic diversity,” the barbarian’s breathing is becoming frantic."I will kill anyone who dares to take you from me," He drags us from the pool quickly, grabbing one of the many blades stashed through the cave.

“Come and you shall meet death!” he screams toward the entrance.

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gh0stswh0re · 1 year

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just thinking about how i'll always be a sucker for intimacy, romance - no matter how cliche, how cheesy, corny and cheap.

smiling against each other's lips as u kiss, curious hands running over ur ribcage - fingertips hardly touching the skin; small, barely noticeable movements - making u giggle, and him using it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into ur mouth, past ur soft, swollen lips.

physically swallowing each other's moans, grunts, whimpers - when words die in ur throat, when the bodily sensations feel too damn good and u lose the ability to form sentences - even the shortest, with the least meaning.

staring into each other's eyes, and it never feels awkward or wrong but just about fucking right - when ur minds correlate, and u press ur hand up his chest or flat against his neck and it feels as if ur hearts beat the same rhythm.

hot, heavy kisses when he physically can't keep himself off of u. wet, open-mouth kisses against ur skin. trailing kisses from ur chin down to ur chest, down to ur stomach, down to ur thighs, ignoring ur dripping cunt - slightly biting down on the silky, lustrous skin of ur thigh - just a warning, to behave.

him hugging u, as he's fucking ur brains out, pressing his body against urs - getting as close to u as he possibly can, ignoring the thin layer of sweat which coats his body - because he craves the skin on skin contact.

cockwarming - staying inside ur cunt, warm semen dripping down ur thighs, mixed with ur wetness soaking the bedsheets. either falling asleep or feeling him getting hard again.

the time old cliche of him sitting u down, throwing a book in ur hands, as he sinks down to his knees - hungry mouth pressed against ur cunt, playful tongue exploring the sweet taste, rough hands grabbing at ur hips - seeing how far u get, maybe a page or two. he'd start of slow, making u think it'd be easier than initially thought, and then suddenly increasing the pressure applied to ur clit - just enough to make u stumble on ur next few words; meaning u had to re-start reading the sentence (maybe even the entire page, depending on how much of a brat u were that day, or week).

profane, worldly, impious confessions of love - iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou

laying down naked togerher - nothing sexual about it, just pure intimacy. holding his head on ur chest, pressed tightly against the soft, delicate flesh of ur breasts. him turning around every once in a while, his lips ghosting over ur skin.

or feeling his breath on ur skin, as he falls asleep pressed against u. carefully turning around to face him, ur hand brushing against his cheek as u admire him - the relaxed expression on his face, his lips slightly agape, eyebrows furrowing as he sinks deeper and deeper into sleep and u just wonder what he's dreaming about - if u hold any place in his world, consuming his mind to the point where he can never the escape visions of u - not even at night.

keeping ur a relationship a secret, but testing the limits everyday - sneaking in cheek kisses, his hands brushing against urs, him "accidentally" bumping into u, smelling the scent of ur new perfume (that he bought, of course), eyeballing each other across the room - slowly losing urselves in it, losing the sense of who's watching u - seeing the way u undress each other with ur gazes alone.

ur scary, big, 6 foot something guy being the little spoon while cuddling.

sneaking little love letters and doodles in his jackets, or any pocket u can find on his clothes (being honest, there are lots of them). he'll always pretend like nothing's happened, just out of fear that maybe you'd stop - perhaps out of embarrassment that it's too childish, that you two are both too old for it. he keeps each and every tiny piece of paper tho, tucked away in his pockets.

undressing him, careful not to hurt/injure him any further as u tend to his wounds. "u don't have to" "yeah, but i want to".

showering together, and u have to tip toe to shampoo his hair.

"you're my shelter, my home"

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osaevsky · 3 months

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CONGRATS ON 100 NIKO!!!!! maybe some nsfw + atsushi + prompt 18? <3 enjoy the rest of your break friend

niko's 100 followers event.

'cause when i'm around you, i tend not to changin' my mind ⚝ included: atsushi nakajima.⠀; ♡

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀; word count: 1.1k + warnings: gn reader, nsfw, friends with benefits / unestablieshed relationship, kinda dom atsu, degradation (slut, whore, cockslut), petnames (lovely, baby, precious), spooning, finger sucking, slight choking, cumming inside, edging. lmk if i forgot anything.

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀; author's note: thank you reid !! <3 i can't really say i didn't write this with my cunt so i pretty much got carried away in some parts oops. i hope you enjoy it anyway lol.

Being friends with benefits with Atsushi was not a premeditated thought, but rather something spontaneous that left his mouth mid-fuck. And as you thought he got too carried away with his feelings, he asked you once more during the aftermath of it all.

Agreeing was something just as spontaneous. Why would you say no to this, or Atsushi himself? There was not an actual reason to avoid it. He got you to show him the ropes after trial and error and you took care of your needs with someone as pretty as him, a fair exchange in the end.

Oh but how he loved to show you how much enthusiasm he had. How he wanted to learn your body, and how desired he felt when you reciprocated the same feelings as him, especially when he left his needy hands to take a grasp over your shirt, tracing over the expanse of your chest, or hooking one of his fingers into your belt and pulling you closer.

Atsushi was a charmer, even with his awkward manners and that occasional attitude he was able to put out when he wanted to take the reins.

He had you enamored by everything he did from just a few months of spending intimate moments together, but it was because of him, as you were very much aware that if it had been anyone else, it would not have been the same, not even close.

After spending another night at your apartment, waking up to him disheveled, his back facing you as the rest of him laid under the sheets of your bed. It wasn’t long before he was the one turning over, his eyes partially closed as his arm wrapped around your waist so casually, like he had memorized the movement by now -you were sure he did-, and pulling you closer to his chest.

Atsushi’s breathing was now right on your neck, soft and composed, as his nose nuzzled into your skin while he held you as if you were ready to break. A different touch to when he got to spend those mornings next to you, even if nothing had happened the night before, Atsushi was so careful with everything: where he put his hands, how hard he pulled you, how overall rough he was. It made your heart melt and he knew it.

As you tried to close your eyes once more, he began to peck down your nape, his hand moving upwards to pull your shirt just slightly and expose your shoulder. You could swear you heard him chuckle under his breath, already seeing how receptive your body was to his touches: goosebumps appearing over your skin with just a few kisses, and your head tilting to leave more space for him to bite afterwards.

‘’Feels that good already? They’re just a few kisses, I didn’t remember you being this sensitive’’ He asked, not stopping his little chatter before he finished off with a small love bite, close to one of your shoulder blades. A pained whine escaped your lips, catching him off guard for once, wondering what he did wrong.

‘’Why did you stop?’’ Oh, so that's what it was.

He didn’t do anything wrong, of course not; you were just needy for more, just like he had been for weeks to no end when this agreement started. He began to wonder if he could love you more than he already did when he saw you like this, asking for more in between whines and pushing your hips back to meet his.

‘’You’re gonna start acting like a greedy slut now? That’s what’s about, huh.’’ Although he degraded you, who was he to not comply, pushing his hips a bit more into yours, making you feel the outline of his dick under his pants. His cock was beginning to harden and throb against your body, looking for more friction, for it to be inside of you already.

The hand that played with your shirt earlier grabbed your chin for a split second, meeting your eye as he forced you to turn your head back at him. You could tell he was asking if he could move forward, and you nodded.

You could already tell how eager he was about it, too: how fast he pushed your pants down slightly and his, how his fingers brushed over the swell of your ass and got to grip your hips right after, steadying you while your leg moved upwards, waiting for him to slide in. Atsushi’s free hand traveled over your stomach, caressing your chest in the process as it reached your mouth, his thumb softly pressing on your bottom lip.

‘’Open up, lovely.’’ Atsushi did not waste any time in getting his finger right inside for you to suck on it as a way to shush your little cries when he decided to slide inside, pressing down on your tongue a little harder when he saw you already clamping down on his dick. ‘’Relax, baby, take it easy, you always do so well for me- yeah, just like that, so proud of you.’’

The throbbing of his cock as he settled inside of you was beginning to grow painful, but he was doing his best to remain patient for you, waiting for your body to adjust. He slowly removed his thumb away from your mouth, bringing his fingers down to your throat and wrapping them there.

‘’Please, please, move, need to feel you more, please, Atsu-’’ He tightened the grip around your throat as you spoke, slowly making your voice sound weaker, while his was surely trying to mock you.

‘’You sure act like a whore. All that blabber just from my dick? Tsk, I thought you knew better. Begging already like a desperate cockslut. You sure missed my touch that much, did you?’’

But Atsushi would indulge you, even if you thought he wouldn’t, making you think like you needed to beg some more.

There was not an actual need, as he began to thrust his hips into yours with sharp movements, not waiting anymore as he had enough himself. The squeezing around your throat went lighter as he lost his grip, slowly losing himself inside your walls as Atsushi felt his own climax approaching.

Just a tad quicker than yours would, as he was purposely looking for his own peak, selfishly fucking himself into you without regard, cumming deep, deep inside like he liked to.

At the sight of your confused -and pained- expression, various ‘’wait, wait, atsu- i didn’t- atsushi, please-’’ coming out slurred, wondering why he did not let you cum, watching how he pulled out, leaving your hole to spasm around nothing, his lips pecked your cheek from the side, slowly but carefully moving to settle between your thighs as he accommodated you on your back.

‘’Looks like you’re about to cry, precious. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I just wanna make sure you cum on my tongue instead, alright?’’

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heyidkyay · 5 months

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And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Six

Matty Healy x reader

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way?

Authors Note: AHHH I am honest to god obsessed with this part, been excited for it since the idea came to mind and I also love surprises so, take that as you will... Hope you enjoy! Thank you sm for all the love on this series too, means a whole lot!!

Warnings: again lil bit of self-consciousness, mentions of scarring, heights!

Masterlist

"Mind if I join you?"

I swivelled around on my heel to peer over my shoulder at the sound of the unexpected oncommer.

It was a surprise to find Healy there. Striding across the expanse of roof with an effortless elegance, as though he knew how much he was worth, like he didn’t care who was watching. I sort of envied that.

I opted for feigning nonchalance and simply shrugged in reply, jutting out my chin before forcing my gaze to return to the skyline.

Healy fiddled with something in my peripheral though and the ruffle of cellophane separated the sound of the city below from my smoky exhale.

"You got a lighter?"

It was a needless ask, Heally could already see that I had a cigarette lit in hand but that didn't seem to defer him. It felt as though he was actualing aiming to start up some kind of conversation, which was strange considering how standoffish he’d been during most of his visit.

I spared him another short glance as I went to dig my free hand into my back pocket, noting that his sunglasses were still wired into his curls which meant that I could actually see the way he was watching me now.

When he’d first walked over, Healy had stopped a comfortable distance away, but he closed it when I lifted the lighter up in success. The makeshift patio creaking beneath his weight.

He had his own cigarette dangling loosely from his lower lip, the butt stuck to the inside of the soft flesh as he invaded my space, indicating that he had no intention of taking the lighter from me. I couldn't quite help the way my gaze flitted down to his mouth and then up into his valourous eyes when he did, their colour darker now that his hair had fallen from behind his ear to shield a portion of his face from the sun's shining light.

I looked away almost as soon as Healy met my curious stare and swallowed sparsely before proceeding to flick the sparkwheel. It took two tries before it caught.

The warmth of the iridescent flame tickled my cheek as I held it up, and Healy cupped a hand between both our faces in an attempt to waylay the whistling wind as I moved in to light the cigarette's end.

The lighter was a tacky thing, cheap, and coloured an illuminous orange. I never usually thought much of it, tended to nick them right off of Finn's kitchen counter, or from strangers in the street whenever I needed a light.

But being this close to Healy, I could literally smell just how expensive the man's aftershave was, how it clung to the gentle curve of his neck. It reminded me of how different we were. Healy was obviously more inclined to the finer things in life- probably even had someone hired to light the poxy things for him.

I was quick to bite back the snort that bubbled within me at the sudden picture that painted, shaking my head as I dropped the lighter down to my side. Though I still wore a small smile when my gaze trailed back over to meet his, almost involuntarily now. And this time I couldn't bring myself to look away just yet.

Healy’s lips twisted into a rueful smirk once he’d inhaled a lungful, unblinking as he observed me once more, and I had to force my body to take a step back when I noted that neither of us had yet to move.

I cleared my throat and raised my hand again, but Healy’s smirk only grew.

"Meant to be quitting, you know." I quipped like many liars before me, hoping to ebb some of the remaining tension that had adhered itself to the air around us as I sucked some life back into my fag's dying flame.

Healy humoured me.

"How boring."

I huffed a breathy chuckle, a grey trail stuttering out with it.

"I know it's what everyone says, but for me it's true. Been trying to kick the habit ever since I started, to be honest."

I peered back over at him long enough to witness the way he directed an arched brow my way, smoke pooling from his mouth. It was second nature the way he did it, so casual, as though smoking was akin to breathing.

"Why haven't you then?"

The question caught me a little off guard. But only in the way that it was a first for him, at least from how I saw it, to pry into another's life. My life, my brain supplied unhelpfully. A big-shot singer like him to be prolonging our encounter more than necessary, surprised me even more.

Nonplussed, I found myself replying, "Life?"

He snorted pleasantly, "Cheers to that."

I watched on as he hoiked up his hand in a false toast before dropping it weightlessly to his side, dislodging the ash that perched at the end of the cigarette when his hand bounced off his hip.

Mimicking the showy gesture, I dipped my head before I chose to take another long drag, mostly to occupy the silence that enveloped us again more than anything else.

It was then that my mind began to wander. But before I could overthink this entire situation- because, let’s just be honest, I would’ve have to have been fucking barking not to have found this whole ordeal anything other than strange- my head snapped up at a scuffling sound and my eyes instantly tracked the way Healy had all but pounced his way up onto the roof’s ledge.

"You aiming to off yourself, or you simply tempting fate?" I blurted out before I could think better of it, unable to look away. He truly had my full focus now.

He grinned and my jaw ticked as Healy's snazzy boots kicked carelessly at the brickwork that lined the edge of the studio’s building, his soles walking a fine line, prancing along like the three story drop wasn't that much of a threat.

"Fate's far too busy to be fretting with the likes of me, love." He retorted, one hand buried in the jacket he adorned, the other holding his cigarette to his mouth. He paused about a foot away from me and leant forward to peer over the side, causing my poor heart to falter and just about fall out of my arse.

"The hell are you doing!" I snapped, immediately jumping forward to grab at his sleeve before he could tip any further. "You got a fucking death wish, or something?"

Healy only cackled as he rocked back into my tight grip, grinning so widely now. My breath stuttered at the very sound of it, amused but tinged with an edge of mania. And the lazy smile he shot me from over his shoulder after didn’t at all help the way my pulse was now thumping wildly through my veins, the parent in me having sent every nerve-ending into overdrive.

"Or something." He answered, a wily expression dawning.

He did jump down though and once his feet were firmly planted back on the decking, I shoved at his shoulder. "You're a right prick, you know that?"

"Awh, come on. Live a little, Squeaks!"

I shot him a lurid glare, far from amused by the mocking tone he’d taken on or the way he’d poked fun at my name.

"Honestly, what have you got to lose?" Healy went on to say, not paying my reaction any mind at all. I ignored his efforts, but couldn't stop my eyes from following after him when he recklessly returned to the edge, only this time he decidedly took a seat there. "Come on!"

He gestured for me to join him with a jerk of his head and I merely blinked. Stressing over whether or not he was being serious.

Healy’s buoyant grin was fast fading now though, but I wasn’t really too focused on that fact, all I could see as he glanced back at me was how lost he suddenly seemed behind all that bravado. It was hard to notice in truth, but I could see it there, ever so slight, in the hazing shadows casted behind his eyes.

"What, you just gonna leave me here on my lonesome?" He goaded once he'd deemed that I’d had more than enough time to respond, wiggling his brows from across the patio.

I was forced to blink away my tangent of thoughts then as I inhaled a deep breath.

After hesitating for the briefest of seconds, gaze flitting from Healy’s slumped form to the fire escape and then back again, I was sure that I saw his shoulders visibly tense. He’d noticed my uncertainty and had immediately raised those shackles back up, preparing to be let down again.

And for some reason, I found that I didn’t want that. So catching the inside of my cheek between my molars, I finally tossed the butt of my cigarette to one side and ambled over.

Healy smirked, all too pleased with himself as I nervously settled in beside him, leaving only a few centimetres space to separate us.

Not wanting to chance anything, I kept my hands plastered to the wall’s ledge, fingertips digging into the rough brick as I leant forward the tiniest little bit to scrutinise the time it would take my body to ultimately hit the asphalt below, if I so happened to fall.

I knew it was unlikely, but still pressed my lips firmly together, knowing it would likely be entirely Healy’s fault if something were to actually occur.

After a minute or so my heart calmed and I started to observe the way our legs dangled over the edge, side by side, swinging aimlessly above the narrow street way down below. The toes of Healy’s boots only just skimmed the jut of my ankle whenever his heels would hammer against the building’s hard exterior, close but never touching. I counted the beats.

There was a long few minutes of silence that passed between us sitting there, before Healy finally broke it, kicking the remnants of his fag far away and watching as it blurred from view.

"You come up here often then?"

A laugh broke free from me at that and I looked over.

"That a line?" I teased, unable to help myself nor the smirk that had worked its way onto my lips, whilst Healy’s eyes widened involuntarily, clearly not having expected the cheek from me. I decided to leave the ribbing there though, not wanting to push my luck, and smiled softly at him, deciding to give him an honest answer. "But I don't know, really. It depends."

"On what?"

"On whether or not I've got shit to do."

He hummed, fingers tapping at his knee. "Important shit?"

I couldn't quite stifle my laughter, "Yeah, important shit. Not all of us can live a lavish life up in Beverly Hills."

Healy pursed his lips at that, "Makes two of us then, fucking hate The Hills."

Surprised, my eyebrows shot up.

"Really?"

"Yes, really! It's a right shit show- the whole of fucking California is." Matty scoffed, almost stubbornly whilst shaking his head. I could see how much he meant his words though, even if they did somewhat confuse me.

"Least it's sunny though, right?"

Healy barked out a short laugh, turning his head towards me to meet my gaze head on. From this angle, I could see just how much brighter his eyes grew when he smiled, and wondered if he even realised. If anyone had told him.

"Least it's sunny." He mimicked, sounding all too amused.

I tore my eyes away. "What's so bad about California then, bigshot?"

The volume of Healy's snort actually surprised me but mercifully, I managed to hide the way I flinched before I turned my head back to face him.

"You could ask me anything, anything in the world, but that's what you settle on?"

My mouth drew itself into a pout as I furrowed my brow and shrugged. A little put out. "Always wanted to visit the National Park?"

"Oo, got a proper little adventurer on our hands, have we? California! Home of Venice Beach, Hollywood, and the planet's fittest stars- but all you wanna do is have a quick peek around at a mound of mouldy trees and old mountains?"

Tutting at his jeering, I rolled my eyes and hummed, "I mean, it looks sort of sick, don't it?"

"Sure. If you're going on eighty."

"Fuck off." I chuckled and knocked into Healy’s shoulder, throwing him off balance slightly.

"Oi, don't think I won't push you off this roof!" He warned and a giant grin threatened to overwhelm my face.

"Do it. I'll be sure to take you with me."

"That a threat?"

"It's a promise." I smirked.

"Oh, I don't much like those, Squeaks. You'll have to think of something better." Said Healy, tearing those eyes of his away upon noticing then just how close we'd gotten during the short span we'd spent taunting one another.

I licked my lower lip and watched him for a moment. "What's wrong with a promise?"

"What isn't?" Healy’s eyes looked vacant as they stared hard at the skyscrapers that littered the view. "They’re simply made to be broken, aren't they?" He shrugged, his blank facade quickly returning, that glaze in his eyes fading. "Anyway, why would I take your word upon only hearing you promise? Promises aren't truth, they aren't law. They're simply empty."

There was a long pause before, "Christ, who hurt you?"

My eyes widened upon hearing my own stupid insincerity, always putting my foot in it, and was hasty in the way I immediately opened my ginormous gob to apologise, but Healy’s soft laughter stopped me short.

"Now that's a question, Mouse."

I couldn't really bring myself to reply after hearing the sadness that fuelled his words. Didn't know if I even could. But I couldn't stop my lips from quietly mouthing my own name either, sure that it had been the first time Matty had ever used it.

The studio felt much quieter now without Jamie’s amiable laughter or Healy's all-consuming presence to fill the space. I found myself simply standing in the centre of the room long after they’d departed, half way between the booth and the settee, wondering what to do next.

I didn't have to pick Teddy up from the nursery for another half hour and the journey there would only take me five minutes or so. That meant that I was now somewhat at a standstill and those were rather rare when you had a toddler hanging about.

It had just started lashing it down outside. I could hear the heavy raindrops as they splattered their way across the windowpanes and formed a shallow pond on the skylight a few feet above my head.

It had only started spitting just as Matty and I had re-emerged from our little breakaway. My unfiltered mouth had been the beginning of an untimely end as I hadn't been able to sit there and stomach the silence much longer, having mentally scolded myself enough.

So I'd talked Matty off the ledge (literally) and hummed softly to myself as we’d descended the stairs in a desperate attempt to break up the awkward tension that drenched me. Adi and Jamie had been waiting up for us by the window when we'd returned and Healy's manager had been in a hurry to whisk him away, grinning happily as he said his goodbyes, a mobile pressed to his ear whilst he coerced Healy down the stairs. He went without much bother.

"That went well, I reckon!" Came Adi's voice as she exited the kitchenette, holding another round of tea in her hands and a plate of bourbons too.

She settled herself down onto the sofa and motioned for me to come join her, clicking her tongue whilst her many rings clattered against her ceramic mug. The same one she often favoured.

"Come on, sit down! I want to know the ins and outs of everything you two talked about up there! Twitter's been going positively mad ever since the show went live!"

I sighed but followed the order, taking up a perch on the edge of the settee beside her, enjoying the warmth that blanketed my hands upon being handed my own brew. The heat of it tingling my fingertips.

"It turned out okay then? No one’s started up a riot, or threatened to have my life, have they?"

Adi rolled her eyes good-naturedly in reply, laughing at my melodramatics. "Nah, you're all good, babe. Think a few of 'em actually liked you. Fancy that, hey?"

She winked at me from over the rim of her mug but I merely hummed in return, knowing that Ads didn't miss the underlying scepticism that accompanied it.

"I'm serious, M! Apparently it's been a while since Matty's acted so genuine! Hang on, reckon that’s the right word for it?" She shrugged, answering her own question, and then barrelled on, "Either way, they're already petitioning for us to have him on again. Here just look, I'll show you."

I watched on as Adi tried to balance her scalding hot tea on the knob of her knee whilst she fumbled for her phone. I stilled it just in time before it could start tilting and she grinned up at me in thanks, now brandishing a bright screen. "Aha! Here you are. See there, babe? They adore you!"

With a scrunch of my nose, I leant in closer to peer down at the illuminated text, watching as a stream of tweets continued to flood Adi’s neverending feed. I placed my mug down onto the coffee table not long after and stole the phone from out of the girl's grasp.

M @/user1 15s Lovedlovedloved today's show!! #MouseOnAMic

13 @/user2 23s The smiles?! How cute, he looked like he really enjoyed the interview!

Pol @/user3 29s Missed seeing Adi’s lovely face:(( But I honestly think this was one of the show's best releases!!!

Robber @/user4 37s AHHH what was that??

Bean @/user5 46s Um imma need a minute bc I don't think I've heard Matty talk that much in a while

197die @/user6 51s Why are they so adorable?? My heart!!

AM @/user7 1m Please bring Matty back!! @/petitesouris @/AdelineWells_

"Shit."

Adi cackled whilst I chucked her back her phone, surprised by what I’d read.

"Told you, babe! They seem to love the two of you together."

"Why are they spouting all that crap?"

Adi shrugged, exiting the app with a swipe of her thumb before switching the whole thing off. "Just the internet, ain’t it? Besides... they're not really wrong."

She laughed loudly at whatever expression must have crossed my face then and I huffed to myself, picking up my mug and shuffling over to settle further into the cushions.

"He's so painfully male though, Adi. I mean, you must've seen all the models he hangs about with."

Adi’s eyes lit up at that, looking as though I’d just mentioned that Greggs was currently handing out free sausage rolls on the nearest street corner, I raised a brow.

"Oh, I have, babe. Just didn't realise that you've been keeping tabs on him too!"

Helplessly I spluttered, almost spilling my tea in my rush to sit up. Ads tittered away, so obviously entertained by my reaction.

"I have not!"

Adi hummed sceptically, mug cradled close to her chest now, "Sure, hun, and the sun doesn’t shine out of my arse."

I flicked her arm, "I'm being honest with you- I just had to get a little background information on him for the interview! That's all."

With a slow nod and a shitty attempt to dampen her ever growing grin, Adi replied, "What, so you don't think he's fit then?"

My eyes widened and lips parted at her question.

I couldn’t outright deny that Healy was nice to look at- he fit a certain esthetic, alright? But I also did not want Adi teasing me anymore than she already had. Especially after seeing what all of Matty’s fans had to say about the pair of us online. Was it too late to switch careers?

Besides, it was just a passing fancy sort of thing, and Healy obviously didn’t view me in the same light. That, and I had Teddy to worry about. If anything this was just a fleeting thing, I could admit that at the very least.

"He's-"

"Fit as fuck? Hotter than a rubber ring on a summer's day? Mysterious enough to lure just about any one in?" Adi interrupted, filling in the blanks.

I blinked at her before snorting a laugh, my breath fanning the steam that slipped from my tea.

"I was going to say nice."

"Nice? Nice! Mouse, that boy is not 'nice'! Far from it! Broody and bloody stubborn, those I can get behind! But nice? No. Nice looking, sure- maybe if you were an eighty year old woman complimenting her grandson on his birthday. But not nice."

"That's the second time today I've been compared to an OAP." I acknowledged, frowning at what it might mean.

Adi's eyes snapped over to meet mine, earnest and impenetrable. "I'm bein’ serious here, Mouse."

I rolled my eyes.

She groaned loudly in return. "Come on, just admit it! He's a right looker."

I hung my head against the back of the settee, emitting a heavy sigh as I stared up at the ceiling. “Yeah, alright, he’s fit.”

"I knew it! You so fancy him!"

My head snapped towards her at that and I narrowed my eyes, “I didn’t say that.”

"Didn't need to." Adi beamed all too happily, pulling a knee up to her chest, eyes gleaming. "It's called reading in between the lines, babe!"

"Ads, how- you know what, forget it. I'm not even going to begin to tell you how stupid you just sounded."

Adi harrumphed and waved off my efforts to preserve some of my dignity. "So, what are you going to do about it then? Cross your heart and hope he's down to fuck you sideways?"

I truly couldn’t help the way I grimly spat my tea back into my mug whilst I started to shake with a startled laughter. Adi, the cow, had to pull what was left of my drink away just so that I could wipe at my chin, laughing all the while.

"You're such a twat, you know that?"

Adi only grinned at me from the other end of the sofa and shrugged. "You love me for it."

I couldn't deny that, grinning right back at her. "That I do, my love. Fancy keeping me company whilst I pick up Teddy then?"

Another week dragged by and my days had been nothing short of chaotic, filled with stress, tears, and toddler tantrums.

Teddy had fallen ill on the Wednesday, all snotty nosed and high temperature. I’d had to take the day off work just to pull him out of nursery early when the school had called, leaving Adi to fend for herself for a long while. The little tike had refused to eat or drink the entire time he'd spent recuperating in my bed, and I’d been forced into bargaining with him to simply get him to take his medicine. Who claimed too much tele was bad for you anyway?

Teddy's temperature spiked on Thursday night though and I had struggled to hold back sobs of my own whilst on the phone to my mam, listening to my son shriek and cry in the background as she tried to instruct me on what to do.

But thankfully, things had finally started looking up for us on the Friday afternoon. Teddy had asked for some toast that morning and, although I had been fearful (the sight of sick having been something I’d been forced to get over this past week), the boy had managed to keep it down. And we'd spent that evening together on the sofa, swaddled in a sea of blankets, singing quietly along to The Lion King.

Saturday and Sunday had been a whirlwind. I had spent so much time cooped up in the flat with Teddy that Finn came round Saturday morning to all but shove us out the front door. Ever the angel though, he'd treated us to a greasy fry up down at the local cafe and had even taken Teddy off of my hands for a couple of hours when Adi had texted to ask if I'd be around later on to help out with Monday's show.

Sunday was spent keeping an eye on my rowdy four year old, who had all but bounced back to the image of perfect health- as though the previous few days had been nothing but a bad dream. Humoring Adi and I whilst we’d conjured up new ideas at the studio.

Healy’s management team had emailed about mid week, sharing some statistics and thanking the show for our ‘aid’, but it had all sounded far too condescending for my liking. Then again, most emails tended too and my mood had also been depleting rapidly ever since the segment had aired. So there was that. Adi did get a few minutes spare to email something back for me though, which I appreciated.

Jamie had also taken the time to message too, which had brought a shocked smile to my face. I’d figured that the man must have picked up my number from Adi whilst he'd been visiting, or from someone else on his team. But I’d texted back, wishing him well, not wanting to be impolite.

But the thing is, Jamie hadn’t left it there. Which had been a somewhat welcomed surprise. Throughout the week he'd taken to messaging here and there, asking about the show, my day, taking the time to fill me in on all the good and bad parts of his own. His job seemed more than fucking stressful, but I should've guessed that much, what with him having the pleasure of having to keep up with Healy all day. I'd wondered on more than one occasion how that dynamic typically played out, but never asked.

It was around four on Monday afternoon when I found myself leaving the loft, finally having caught up on most of the crap I’d missed the last week.

Adi had long since departed, having had a commitment to get to. Something to do with helping a mate find the perfect dress for her big day, which was fast approaching, and had abandoned me the first chance she'd got, leaving me to wrap and lock up all on my lonesome.

Teddy was also off with Finn after school today, as he was most afternoons when we had to film for the show. So I’d planned to pick up a takeaway to surprise the two of them with on my way over, then stick around long enough to pester my best mate before he finally grew sick of Teddy and I and sent us on our merry way.

I was just locking up, humming a soft tune that had been stuck in my head all day, when I heard a scuffle sound around the corner. I only looked up once I'd tugged on the handle hard enough to make sure all was well, but was startled to find a familiar face staring back at me.

"Shit. You proper scared me!" I breathed out heavily, a hand coming up to rest over my beating heart whilst my eyes wandered over Matty’s hunched form.

The singer was clad in the same heavy jacket he'd been wearing the last time we'd met, an oversized hoodie and jeans too, as well as a pair of dark sunnies which blended effortlessly into a black beanie that hid his hair from view.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned and could hear the shock that lined my voice as I stepped out onto the pavement to join the singer, who had since propped himself up against the side of my building.

"Was in the area." Was all Matty gave away, but he kicked off of the wall to shove his hands into his trouser pockets when I approached.

"You were in the area and just so happened to end up here?" I asked, bemused. My eyes glanced up and down the narrow backstreet to see if anyone else was mulling about long enough to recognise ‘the singer from that one band’ before they retreated back to him.

Healy tilted his head to one side, "That alright?"

He looked far too nonchalant, as though he had a tendency to drop in at every radio station he'd wound up commandeering over the years, making me feel stupid for not having expected it.

I had to force out a little laugh, unsure on how to reply exactly. "Yeah- I mean, sure. Just, I don't know, I didn't expect to ever see you again."

Healy's mouth quirked ever so slightly to one side at that but he hid it in the way he cocked his chin towards the highstreet a way ahead. "Where you off to?"

"Um," I swallowed, pausing for a moment to tug at my jacket sleeve so that I could take a quick look at my watch. "Well, I've got about an hour before I've got to be somewhere, but nowhere right this minute."

Maybe I was being presumptuous. Bold even. But why else would he be here?

I lifted my head back up and found Healy already watching me, and if the man had noticed the scars that marred my wrist he didn't say anything, simply nodded.

"Got time to grab a coffee then?" He suggested and I, even in my dazed surprise, somehow dipped my head in slight agreement.

"Sure." I answered, albeit a little breathlessly.

We walked together, me just a step ahead as we emerged from the sidestreet which housed the studio. I caught himself waiting for someone else to catch onto the fact that the infamous Matty Healy was walking amongst us commoners. But no one seemed to be any the wiser, Matty's all black get-up allowed him to move about the city almost inconspicuously, letting me shepherd him into a nearby bakery without any fuss at all.

"Why don't you go grab us a table and I'll order?" I found myself saying as we stepped into the shop.

Healy stared at me for a long moment before he finally nodded. Quietly asking for a simple coffee as I wandered over to join the queue.

Joanna's bakery had been around for decades now, or so I’d been told, shacked up between ever changing franchises and fast food chains. It had become a long loved favourite of mine since having moved to London, I'd found it during my time at uni and it had truly been a godsend throughout the first few weeks of having baby Teddy. Joanna's coffee had been the only thing keeping me afloat way back then.

I gave a bright grin when the woman’s greying hair came into view, eyes catching mine from behind a pair of spectacles Teddy, for some odd reason, seemed fascinated by whenever we dropped in.

"Hello, you." The ageing woman greeted me with a sweet smile. "Good to see you're doing well, and how is young Teddy?"

"He's doing fine, thank you, Joa. Just overcame a bout of flu." I informed her, hip checking the wooden counter that housed a row of cabinets. "Been a hectic couple of days."

Joanna's brows lifted and her thin lips pursed in concern as she tucked a tea-towel into her navy apron. "I can only assume so. He's doing well now though, I hope?"

I waved off her unnecessary worry with a fond smile, "Right as rain, racing around without a care in the world today. Me though? I’m still trying to get over it- not that he realises.” I chuckled, “He gave me quite the scare, if I'm being honest."

"Kids tend to do that. But Mouse, my dear, you should have called! I would have had some soup sent over for him."

With an appreciative grin, I thanked her, knowing that there was no falseness in her offer, "I'll remember that for next time, I'm sure Teds would've loved it."

Joanna returned my sentiment with a gentle nod before the sound of the shop's bell rang over the door, announcing another customer. "Well then, what can I get for you, dove?"

I exhaled, glancing up towards the blackboarded menu mostly out of habit, "One regular coffee, please-"

"Isn't it a bit late in the day for coffee? You'll be up all night." Joanna scolded lightly, cutting me off, I couldn't help the soft chuckle I gave. Forever humoured by the women in my life constantly telling me what to do.

"Not for me, Joa, don't you worry." I hurried to assure her before prattling off the rest of my order without another interruption once Joanna had hummed in a quiet understanding.

"Takeaway?" She prompted, but I shook my head, gesturing over my shoulder towards the many tables behind.

"We'll sit in, if that's okay."

Joanna blinked in surprise, obviously not having seen me enter with anybody. "I didn't realise Adeline had come in, I usually hear her."

I gave a peel of laughter at that but was quick to press my lips together. "No, no. No Adi today, I'm with a new friend."

The older woman smiled at me as she pushed her glasses further up her nose, "I see."

My head tilted in confusion at odd her tone but left it be. "Could I also get some of that famous chocolate cake of yours while I'm at it? Two slices, please."

"Of course, I'll have it sent right over."

I grinned and waited until I'd paid and Joanna had turned her back on me before shoving my change into the tip jar.

It was an ongoing thing between us, the first time I'd tried to leave anything behind she'd sent me on my way with an entire tray of carrot cake. I had been more than grateful for the unexpected gift but it didn't take me long before I realised what the older woman had been up to. So I'd taken to sneaking my tips into the jar whenever she wasn't looking. Joanna though, it seemed, had eyes in the back of her head, so she chose to repay this act with a multitude of free treats, often gifted through Teddy so that I was unable to decline.

Picking up the two mugs Joanna set down on the counter, I was then promptly shooed away. So, shaking my head and chuckling softly, I turned without another word said and bypassed a crowd of customers that had since entered the bakery, in search of Matty.

I found him seated at a booth in the very far back, having shucked off his jacket and glasses now that he had his back turned towards the rest of the room. Though he’d kept the beanie, I noted.

Steeling the nerves I felt, I settled the drinks down on the table and smiled apologetically when I saw that Matty had startled at the sound.

"One plain black coffee. Didn't know whether you wanted any sugar or not, so I stashed some sachets away just in case." I laughed before upending a supply of sugar packets from my pocket onto the table.

He simply laughed as he reached out to take two. "Cheers."

I dipped my head and worked on pouring a few splashes of milk into my own brew. I was just stirring when someone approached, almost instantly I found myself grinning at the sight.

"Mouse! My, it's been a while, what ever did we do to deserve such a pleasure?" Cassie greeted me with a delighted smile, settling two small plates onto the table before rounding it to pull me into a hug.

Laughing softly, I wrapped an arm around her neck and enjoyed the way she squeezed me tight, a fixture that accompanied every one of her hugs, before we parted. "Only been a week since you last saw me, Cas. Don't act as though you've missed me."

Cassie gifted me with a wink and beaming grin before she pivoted and turned to catch a glance at my tagalong.

I watched as her eyes widened briefly, obviously not having expected this particular visitor to be staring back at her, but she was professional enough to conceal her shock.

"Well, this is a first." Cassie announced, still smiling away whilst she looked between the two of us sat at the table. "Can't remember the last time you brought us a new visitor, Mouse. You must be special- I'm Cassie, by the way."

Healy's eyes darted between the hand the waitress had extended out and myself. I tried for an encouraging smile but wasn't exactly sure if I’d managed to pull it off or not.

Cassie, as lovely as she was, was definitely a shock to an introvert’s system. I’d learnt that lesson all too quickly. But Healy had handled Adi with ease and she was levels above Cassie, the bright eyed woman standing before us now almost seemed shy in comparison, in truth.

"Matty." He forced out as he took Cas’s hand in his own, "Great to meet you."

He cleared his throat when his palm returned to cradling the inside of his cup and Cassie smiled sweetly at him.

"Good to meet you too, Matty. I hope you enjoy the cake, it's a favourite of M's." She chuckled, nudging the plate closest towards me. "I hear it's all she ever raves about."

I grinned impishly as I picked up my spoon and bit down on a mouthful of chocolate delight. "And it's all I ever will rave about. Nothing compares to Joa’s gâteau."

Cassie rolled her eyes at me but tittered, "I know, I know, we've heard it all before! I'll leave you both to it then, the life of a waitress waits for no one. Hope you enjoy the food though- and again, it was nice to meet you Matty, don't be a stranger."

With that she waltzed off, but not without throwing a gleeful grin over her shoulder that only I was meant to see.

I wrinkled my mouth to keep from reacting outwardly before deciding to focus back on my dessert.

"Sorry about her." I felt the need to murmur, glancing across the table.

Healy shook his head, smiling slightly. "Don't, she seemed nice."

I couldn't help my short laugh, recalling an earlier conversation had with Adi. "Oh she's nice, all right."

Healy didn't comment on my strange reaction, only arched a questioning brow and pulled his cake in closer.

"You know, you pronounced that in perfect French."

"Pronounced what?" I quizzed, already scooping up another spoonful.

"Gâteau." Healy informed, botching the imitation, fingertips poised over the rim of his plate.

"Yeah, and?"

He shook his head again, "Just caught me off guard is all. You speak it then, fluently?"

Tongue in my cheek, I nodded. "Mam's from a tiny village in Alsace."

"Wow. So how'd you end up with that accent then?"

I breathed out an airy laugh, "What's that meant to mean, Manc? Is it too crass for the likes of your wellbred ears?"

Healy's eyes, honest to God, bulged as he fought not to trip over his own tongue in an attempt to mend his minced words.

"No, no, I just meant-"

"I know what you meant. Don't worry." I chuckled, taking pity seeing as I’d already shot back. "I’m only having you on. She met my dad there when he was visiting, but the two of them moved when they married."

"Oh. That's good, I ‘spose. She loved him enough to follow him home."

I hollowed my cheeks and focused my stare on my chocolate smeared spoon.

"Wouldn't put it quite like that, but yeah she loved him. Even after he fucked off."

With a cluck of my tongue, I pushed the cake away and focused instead on my drink.

"I'm sorry."

Frowning for a split second, I forced out a breath and the emotions that had roused back down, then put on a brave face. Determined not to think about it any longer than I had to.

"No, don’t be. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. Just, hard to talk about is all." I scratched at the grain etched into the wooden table.

"Nah, I get that." Healy assured with a shrug, "Don't have to apologise for it though, you have a right to your emotions."

For some reason, that reply surprised me and I had to fight back the urge to say whatever was on the tip of my tongue. I merely nodded instead and went back to picking at the cake.

"Fuck. That's good."

My head snapped up at the audible moan that Healy emitted and found the man pulling a chocolate coated silver spoon from his lips.

"What the fuck do they put in this?" He questioned me, eyes wide as he heaped another helping into his mouth.

"No idea." I laughed, watching closely now.

"Whatever it is, it's fucking good."

And with that, the tension was broken. Healy practically inhaled his serving of cake whilst I portioned mine, smiling around every mouthful. We made small talk as we sipped our drinks quietly, ignoring everyone else bustling about the bakery.

It wasn't long before I finally found the balls to ask the question I'd been meaning to ask ever since Matty had shown up outside the studio though.

"So, can I ask why you decided to pay me a visit now? Or, is it all top secret? Like hush hush."

His lips twisted before he replied, "Don't have an actual answer for you. Had a shitty day and ended up storming off, didn't even realise I'd wandered so far from the recording studio until I caught sight of one of the backroads we'd taken to get to your loft the other day.” He shrugged, finger toying with the near empty cup. “Was faced with the choice of finding the nearest pub and getting pissed, or seeing if you were in. It was a toss up."

"And I won?" I found myself asking, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

"Would seem so."

"Happy I could help, then. The former wouldn't have done you much good."

Healy’s eyes met mine then and his gaze flickered across the length of my face.

I couldn't really place the expression he wore and almost had a small fit when I wondered over whether or not he was looking at my scars, but found that I didn't care much. Which was odd and had me feeling self conscious all over again.

"No, I don't suppose it would've."

It took a second for me to connect the dots, to remember what I’d even said, but when I did I smiled.

Not long after polishing off our drinks, I suggested we take a walk to burn off the cake we’d piled on. But in reality, I had just realised that without the big jacket and sunglasses it was hard to miss the marvel that was Matty Healy sitting in an old Islington bakery.

Matty had been all for the idea and so together we’d exited the bakery, me calling out my goodbyes to Joanna and Cassie when I passed. The older woman’s gaze lingered on Matty’s retreating form but she bid us nothing but a soft nod with her quiet farewell.

We wasted what was left of the hour I had wandering down backroads, just taking in the city and talking between ourselves. I picked up on where Matty had been raised, in a large house in a town just south of Manchester. He hadn’t lingered too long on the topic of his family, either reasoning that I already knew about it or preferring not to, but I was more than happy to tell Matty about my mum. Recalling stories of my youth, of Christmases spent in our tiny cottage, and summers down by the creek.

It was to my own wasted effort, not trying to focus too many of my questions on Matty’s career, because a lot of what surrounded him came from or was to do with being in the limelight. From his friends and social circle, to his everyday life. Matty’s hobby had and always would be music, that much was incredibly clear to me, only he’d just been lucky enough to make a career out of it.

Before long, I realised that our time was finally up and I was left observing the way Matty toed the edge of the curb just outside of the busy train station.

Surprisingly, Matty had wanted to walk me all the way there, just to make sure that I could arrive and board the train with all my limbs still intact. And, to his credit, he’d done exactly that, even with all of my amused reassurance that I’d be fine and did it daily.

But in truth, it was just me being overly concerned about someone recognising who Matty really was and starting a crazed frenzy. In my head all I could see was him disappearing into an ocean of teenage girls that suddenly swarmed him, calling out for help.

I would be well and truly fucked if something were to happen to Matty whilst he was under my watch.

"You know," I began, staring up at the dark haired man before me. Noticing then that Matty, although older, looked an awful lot younger in that very moment. "I am glad you picked me."

He stared back at me, dark shades tucked into the lining of his jacket now. “That so?”

My cheeks bunched as I tried to dim my smile.

"Yeah," I confirmed with a soft chuckle, "Strange as it was at first, I surprisingly enjoyed myself."

"Surprisingly? I'm glad." Matty smiled, a small thing that wrinkled the corners of his eyes as he tugged at his ear. "I did too."

I returned the gesture, chest tightening.

The pavement rumbled beneath our feet then, meaning yet another train had pulled into the station beneath us and the Underground didn't wait around for anyone. I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I’d best be on the next one in hopes of making it to Finn's at a decent hour but I was unable to leave Matty just yet.

"You gonna be okay getting home?" I wondered, gaze skirting over the many heads that crowded the street as a dozen other people filed out of the station doors. "I mean, have you got money for a cab or something? Someone to call?"

I flushed when Matty laughed at my unnecessary concern, suddenly embarrassed by the thought of sounding like my mother. I bit back the urge to outwardly cringe.

"I'll be alright, babe. I'll have someone pick me up. Thanks though."

I dipped my head in understanding and then shoved my cold hands deeper into the pockets of my coat, rocking back and forth slightly. "So I'll be seeing you then?"

"Would you want to?"

I blinked, surprised by the question. Or maybe by the way Matty had phrased it.

“What d’you mean? What, did you just figure I'd spend an hour with you, dash off, and then never speak to you again? If it's alright, I actually wouldn't mind keeping in contact. It's not like Jamie doesn't already talk my ear off everyday, so what's adding you into the mix gonna do?"

“Hang on. Jamie? As in my Jamie? Jamie, Jamie? Manager Jamie, he actually messages you?” Matty immediately quizzed and at my mirthful nod, he shook his head in disbelief. “The dickhead!”

"He never mentioned it?" I thought to ask, unable to stifle my growing laughter.

"No he fucking didn't!" Matty replied with his tongue pressed against his top teeth. But his mouth was still curled upwards as he continued to shake his head, and so I took his reaction with a pinch of salt.

"Well, sorry to have been the one to break it to you then."

Matty snorted and lifted his eyes, hazy brown holding my stare. “Nah, it’s fine. Honestly just fucked off he got your number before I even had the chance to ask."

My eyebrows shot upwards, unsure on how to take that. "Um, well. I mean you could still ask?"

The minuscule smile Matty had been wearing switched into a full blown smirk at my stuttered words and I saw the challenge in his stare when he stealthily stepped closer.

"Well then, Squeaks. Would you do me the honour of giving me your number, or you gonna have me beg in front of all these people?"

I huffed a breathy laugh as I pulled my mobile out, handing it over to him without a second thought.

The way his face lit up caught me off balance and I could only watch on whilst Matty rushed to type an assortment of numbers into the device.

“What are you doing?” I suddenly asked, ginning when Matty angled the phone out in front of him.

He paused to glance over, shooting me a mischievous grin, one that had my stomach flipping at the very sight- and shit, if that wasn't a bad sign. But I could only focus on Matty now, on the way his grin changed his entire face, the haughty arrogance he had once carried fading alongside the sharp, sunken lines of his profile. It brought a pretty colour to his cheeks and brightened the shadows that stormed his eyes.

It was hard to look away.

“Need a photo, don’t I?” Matty retorted easily, “How else you gonna know it’s me phoning?”

I was honestly somewhat startled by the sudden difference I saw in Matty then, in the confidence he now held, the very same that appeared in the videos I’d seen of him up on stage. In the good natured teasing and wit he shot out that had me struggling to form a valid response.

“Messaged myself too,” Matty explained, pulling me from my observation. “So all we need now, is a photo of you.”

Sure enough, when I pulled my full focus back to Matty, or on what he was now saying rather, I found him there holding his own phone up towards me.

"Come on, give us a smile then, mardarse." Matty mocked and I scoffed in return, the corners of my mouth twitching at the sound of his accent becoming more prominent.

“God, you’re a right prat.” I rebuked, but it was softened by the mad grin I wore as I knuckled Matty’s elbow. “Fine, go on then, but make sure you get my good side, Healy!”

"But every side is your good side!"

I simply rolled my eyes at the exaggeration then leant in as near as I could to the camera so that it could get a close up of the face I made. Hands still tucked into my pockets and eyes now staring directly into the lens, I pooled my tongue out like a panting dog as I tilted my head to the side.

Matty’s bark of laughter echoed out across the highstreet, loud enough that it had a few heads turning, but no one paid much mind to a man who now had his face buried in his phone, gazing down at the picture he had just snapped.

"Good enough?" I asked, rubbing at my nose and glancing about as the self doubt began to seep in now that the fun was over.

Matty raised his head, and I reckoned that my pulse must have stuttered when I caught a glimpse of his wide eyes and bright smile.

"Perfect."

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starwrighter · 8 months

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I am not a baby!! (Yes you are)

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(Part six people!!!)

Batting away a pod of stalkers that didn't get the memo he wasn't food Duke sighed. Rarely persistent predators, normally all it would take to scare them away was a slap from his tail. But with all the chaos that'd happened in such a short time period, they were agitated, attacking him more frequently much to his dismay and his sibling's entertainment. His face heated as he felt laughter erupt into the bond.

"Are the stalkers okay?" Damian questioned demandingly.

"I- They're still trying to maul me?" He replied, taking a second to whack a stalker, its mouth wide open ready to attempt biting his tail off.

"I think a Mesmer wandered from one of the nearby cave systems," He proposed, shaking the attacking stalkers off of him and watching with bared teeth as the fish finally realized they bit off more than they could chew leaving. A Mesmer would explain the stalker's agitation, their hypnotism and eventual biting tended to tick a lot of creatures off.

"So the glow from earlier was just from a Mesmer...?" Dick questioned, disappointment flooding into the bond.

"It was about the size of a Mesmer... Maybe smaller?" Duke started, peaking into the egg from before, no sign of anything being inside at all. " I didn't get to look at it, I was too busy being mauled," Duke complained, turning to glower at a stalker lurking beside him.

"You don't seem very certain Duke," Dick began, "Did something happen?"

Duke froze, staring intently at one of the smooth crystal-like slabs glowing dimly from inside the egg. "Yeah, I heard one of the little noises from the...you know?" The babies carried these around with them, it would make a little noise. A string of little chirps and clicks, and the baby would panic most often dying soon after.

"I think it was from one of the dead ones,"

'one of the dead ones' god he felt disgusting just saying it. But that's all he really could say. None of them lived long enough for them to know anything about them. They couldn’t pin personality and preferences to any of them like they had before! None of this batch lived long enough to fight reapers or watch plants and animals with curious awe.

Dick’s silence was deafening, hope dying slowly. It was like being stabbed, Dick was the one who so desperately wanted a new baby sibling to come out of this tragedy.

“Hey, I-“

“Father wants you two to join him patrolling,” Damian interrupted.

“Aren’t Cass, Steph, and Tim already doing that?”

Damian scoffed, “They have their own territories to patrol Thomas” Damian snapped. “The hell hole was blocked off!”

“And that means…?” Duke questioned, trailing off as the younger scoffed.

“Any idiot with a brain could understand that means we have to watch for sea dragons,”

Terror settled in his stomach. “Those things are real?!” He screeched, gills flaring.

“Real and hungry. What do you think is going to happen when they no longer have a fresh supply of reapers to snack on?” Damian mused and Duke could almost see the sharp-toothed grin on the youngers face

“Well I’m hoping they start eating rocks instead but I’ve gotta feeling you’re going to tell me otherwise.”

“It’s going to wander through the lost river and eat everything in the crater that moves,” Damian warned.

“Damian quit scaring Duke," Dick chimed in exasperatedly.

" I'm not!" Damian protested.

"You quite clearly are, Baby fish!" Dick replied voice laced with faux authority.

"It's not my fault he asked a stupid question!"

"Wait..." He started, pushing himself off the ground, flicking his tail to glide through the kelp forests. " Are we or are we not going to be eaten by a sea dragon?"

"No Duke, they only need to eat large meals every so often,"

"If you see one outside the lava zones switch forms and swim away. We're faster, they won't see us as something worth chasing" Dick explained.

"Oh..." That was relieving, the amount of damage a sea dragon could potentially cause him was terrifying. Precursors had made the fatal mistake of messing with one and you don't exactly see any of them around anymore.

"Why does Bruce need us then?" Duke could almost hear the infuriated shriek from here.

"What part of precursor activity screams 'business as usual'?"

"Be nice you two," Dick warned. Duke shook his head, gliding his way toward the impact site.

"I think he's just bitter that he's the one who was tasked with watching the shallows" Duke teased, an uproar of laughter flooding the bond at Damian's offended squawk.

"At least I won't have to deal with the reapers!" Damian bragged

"You won't if you'd get your ass to the shallows Demon spawn," Jason piped up.

"Plenty of reapers in the dunes kid,"

"Snitch,"

"Slacker,"

Duke snickered as he slithered into the crash zone. Murky waters, from the massive amounts of sand yet to settle at the seabed. Chunks of metal littered the impact site an egg floating upside down yet not a trace left of the red blood that spilled into the ocean the other day. Reapers circled the site, teeth snapping at anything they saw.

A blur of red entered his peripherals, Jason used his horn to stab through a chunk of metal before launching it full force at a charging reaper. A loud snap as the metal hit its target shrapnel spray slicing into a shrieking reaper.

"These fuckers are getting bolder every single day," Jason laughs humorlessly. Mandibles snap, teeth gnash, reaper screaming louder and louder as it starts circling the two of them. "I almost miss the Sea dragon," Jason joked. A gnarled pinkish burn scar on his left side, dorsal fin torn off and smaller burns littering Jason's body told him he would never in fact "Miss the sea dragon,"

@ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @meira-3919 @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @hugsandchaos @blep-23 @zeldomnyo @bytheoldwillowtree @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart @starlightcat04 @stargazing-bookwyrm @pupstim

#The bond is kind of like a telepathic groupchat #I hyperfixated on figuring out how to give Jason the fish equivalent of a gun #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #subnautica au #tw mention of death

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dolliuv · 1 month

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brother's (fuma) bff! euijoo sneaky relationship without letting anyone know that they're in a relationship 😵‍💫 risking it all, doing all the things that can make the latter one get caught in a looot of trouble

euijoo sneaking up to her room as soon as midnight strikes, wishing all to god that no one enters the room when euijoo's downing fuma's innie winnie tinnie innocent sister

— 🎀 nonie

my brother’s bestfriend | byun euijoo ᰔᩚ

- warning : dom!euijoo, rough sex, unprotected ( seal it b4 u deal it >:[ ), hair pulling, oral ( reader receive ), swearing, slight degradation, breeding kink, overstimulation from pussy eater euijoo.

- synopsis : maybe sneaking around with your brother’s GROUP MATE wasn’t exactly what you had in mind but, you and euijoo manage to always keep it sneaky and secret, no matter how risky you guys got.

- pairing : idol!euijoo x reader

maybe dating your brother’s GROUP MATE wasn’t on your bingo list, but what you also didn’t mention was that you both had to keep it SECRET from him and the others, though you love the risks and thrill of someone possibly finding out about you and euijoo. yep, you’re dating the one and only, byun euijoo, your brother, fuma’s, group member as well as bestfriend. how it happened to be what it was now is such a blur, but yet it feels amazing knowing you have such a loving and sweet boyfriend, sucks not being able to be openly physical and lovey with one another but it’s for the sake of not only you two but for your brother as well. fuma has yet to find out what his little sister and leader has been up to late at night. unbeknownst to the guys, euijoo is definitely a sweetheart and lovable boy, who wouldn't ask for more from their amazing leader.

but boy, was he the opposite when it came to him being horny, he’s handsy and gets a little mean. honestly when he tries to hint that he’s needy and wants you when the guys are around, he tends to brush his fingers against your neck or thigh before pointing at his room or texting you to meet him in the bathroom. it’s all about the risk for euijoo, he could care less if you guys were to get caught anymore, you’re his girlfriend and he loves making it known to you that’s what you are. whether he’s making you squirt on his fingers, his cock or his mouth, it doesn’t matter, he will show you that he loves you one way or another.

and of course that’s how you ended up in his bedroom at nearly 1am, his head in between your legs as his tongue was doing wonders on your heat, your fingers in his hair while you bit down on his shirt that was shoved in your mouth by said boyfriend. your moans were muffled as euijoo squeezing your thighs, flicking his tongue against your clit before shoving his tongue back inside you with his fingers being fucked into you. he had you shaking and teary eyed from how long he’s been at it for eating you out, euijoo usually is shoving his cock into you by now but you had pissed him off today by wanting to be all touchy with nicholas, he decided to make you learn your lesson by having you cream multiple times on his tongue. it’s been about 6 times since you came and you felt another one coming back, fuck your boyfriend for being so amazing with his mouth. “mmph!!” you whined against the shirt, biting down in it once again as you felt your orgasm coming closer as euijoo’s fingers sped up, his mouth pulling away from your clit. “oh come on y/nie, you can do it, cum for me again, i know you can.” he said in a demeaning tone as his eyes glanced over at his door, hearing footsteps pass his bedroom before his lips were back on your clit.

you breathed heavily as your juices once again, coated themselves on euijoo’s mouth and fingers. he finally pulled out his fingers and licked them clean before grabbing the small towel to wipe his mouth. pulling down his sweats with his boxers, bringing his cock to your heat before pushing in fully without warning, his hands holding your hips before his hips started to snap rapidly into you. your moans and whines being muffled once again by the tshirt in your mouth, your hands gripping at the sheets tightly, you felt extremely sensitive from the amount of times you came, but the amazing feeling of his cock hitting so many of the right spots makes you drown in more, wanting him to fuck you completely into oblivion. you were already going stupid from him eating you out and this just made you go more into oblivion, only moaning out into his shirt and shaking like no other as your boyfriend rams his cock into you. “y/nie~.. look up at me.” euijoo said as his fingers tangled into your hair and pulled on it gently to pull your head back, making your teary eyes meet with his. a scoff leaving his lips as his thrusts got progressively rougher and harder, making your eye roll back and your back arch.

“awhh, y/nie baby can’t take it anymore, huh?” euijoo said as he continued to fuck into you like a madman, his angel like smile looking so demeaning to how he’s talking to you. “come on, maybe if you learned how to keep your slutty hands to yourself, i wouldn’t have had to do this to you, hm?” he said again as his hand tugged at your hair. seeing the tears roll down your face made him scoff again as he kissed your neck, leaving hickeys on it. oh how he knew this would automatically get you and him caught but he doesn’t care. he wants to make it known you’re his and his alone. even if it means pissing off your brother, he knows everyone sees you as a cute little innocent baby. but boy, when he has you under him, it’s a whole other you.

he felt you tighten around him as his cock twitched, his hips starting to stagger a bit as his breathing got heavy, he held your hips tightly before drilling his cock into you at a inhuman pace. biting his lip as he listened to your pretty moans muffled from his own shirt. “i’m gonna fuck you so full of my cum, you’ll look so cute all filled.” euijoo said, feeling his high getting closer and closer before he held your hips down from your constant squirming, he felt your warm cum around his cock and it caused him to break, filling your hole up with his seed. his breathing was heavy as he finally removed the shirt from your mouth, kissing your forehead as he pulled out slowly, you whined and tried to catch your breath as your boyfriend cleaned you up before gently holding your head up. “drink up, baby.” he said as he held a cup of water to your lips, you did as told and looked at euijoo. he gave you the angelic smile you loved seeing so much.

euijoo pulled his shirt onto your head and helped with putting it on you after putting your panties back on. he put his boxers and sweats back on before holding you in his arms, cuddling you close to his chest as he kissed your head. “i love you.” euijoo said, his eyes filled with so much love for you as you looked up at him tiredly. “i love you too, juju..” you said before drifting off to sleep, euijoo chuckled before heading to sleep right after.

were you both gonna hear the end of it when fuma walks in tomorrow? probably but who cares.

#; anoniez 🧃#; open reqz 🍨#; teamies’ hourz ˚🎐#; euijoo rotz 🍊#; ivy’s thoughts 💭#&team smut #&team hard hours #&team hard thoughts #byun euijoo smut

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devildomsoup · 10 months

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Hi hi! I love you writing! Keep up the amazing work! 💕💕

If it’s okay to request, could you write a scenario in which MC is talking to the brothers/side characters, whoever is easier for you, about to wit interest or retelling an event that happened that day but slowly go quiet because MC thinks they’re being ignored or annoying the brothers/side characters

But the brothers/side characters notice this immediately and tell MC to keep talking because they love listening MC talk

Conversations Cut Short

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Characters: Simeon, Solomon, Barbatos and Diavolo

MC: gender neutral they/them

Type: Scenario

A/N: I thought I had posted this already turns out it has been sitting in my drafts for weeks oopsie.

Do you ever get that awful feeling that you annoy someone by talking to them?

That was the exact feeling that was brewing inside MC. That uncomfortable jab to the heart when you share something with people only to realize that nobody is listening. It hurts, doesn’t it?

It makes you feel alone.

It can even make you feel worthless.

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧

“So then we went to the cafeteria to find out what in the world was going on. But it turned out it was just Beel’s stomach growling. It’s honestly kinda impressive that his stomach can be so loud and… oh,” MC trailed off.

Suddenly it did not matter how excited they were to tell Simeon about their cafeteria adventures. Because it seems like he was not really interested at all. Was he just asking what had happened to be polite?

Then why even bother asking at all?

It left a bitter taste in MC's mouth. They would have preferred if he did not ask at all instead of ignoring them. It just feels like a kick to the stomach.

The room was no silent science MC had now stopped talking. The silence only made them feel worse. Because it just highlighted how little Simeon had been participating in the conversation. There had not even been an uninterested “Mhm” or an “I see” from him. He was just sitting there with his eyes closed and head turned away from MC.

“You know you could have just told me if you didn’t want to hear about it,” Mc whispered.

They were tightly gripping the edge of their shirt as they looked at their feet. They honestly didn’t know how to feel right now. Sure people had ignored the before they just never expected Simeon to do it. For some reason, it felt even worse when he did it.

“But I do want to hear what you have to say,” Simeon said, making MC look at him.

“Oh,” Was all that left MC’s lips.

“What made you think I didn't want to hear what you have to say?”

“I don’t know… I guess it just kind of felt like you were ignoring me. So I just assumed you didn’t want to talk,” MC responded.

Simeon just gently shook his head before answering.

“I would love to hear how your cafeteria adventure went. I should have probably told you that I tend to close my eyes when people tell longer stories. Luke has even reminded me to do so several times.”

“He has?” MC asked.

“Yeah, he has. He kept telling me to do so because it looks like I’m ignoring people. He really did have a point, didn’t he? But I do enjoy listening to you talk,” Simeon said resting a hand on MC’s shoulder.

“Well then I guess I should tell you how things ended,” MC said with a small smile.

“Please do.”

𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧

And he is not listening… Great. MC stopped mid-sentence when that all too familiar feeling started to bubble inside their chest. MC shook their head in hopes of getting rid of it but it just would not go away. They tried to convince themself that they were just overthinking and that Solomon was not ignoring them. But no matter how hard they tried, the feeling did not stop.

Biting the inside of their cheek MC tried to look as normal as possible, hoping Solomon would not notice.

But he did notice

“Why did you stop talking?” Solomon asked.

“Oh uhm, no reason.”

Hopefully, Solomon would just assume MC forgot what they were going to say. But luck was not on their side today. Instead of just moving on to another topic Solomon just quietly looked at MC waiting for them to say something.

After a few moments of silence, Solomon decided to take matters into his own hands.

“No, there definitely was a reason. You can tell me you know”

“Don’t worry about it was nothing important,” Mc said with a strained smile.

The smile was sadly not very convincing and Solomon continued to push MC for an answer.

“It felt like you were ignoring me,” MC said quietly, finally answering Solomon’s question.

Solomon went quiet for a moment before reaching out both of his hands to hold MC’s. He gently stroked MC’s hands with his thumbs and looked them in the eyes in the most gentle way possible.

“You should have told me right away.”

“I guess I should have done that. I don’t know why I didn’t do it. Guess I’m just being silly,” MC responded with yet another strained smile.

“It’s okay." Sometimes you just can’t get yourself to those things. But I promise you I wasn't ignoring you. Why don’t you finish telling me about your day?”

“Are you sure?” MC asked.

“Absolutely sure, I love the sound of your voice.”

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬

Something did not feel right about this. Were they annoying? This was Barbatos’ break, yet the two were discussing MC’s interest. Sure Barbatos was the one who asked about it in the first place but that still did not help the feeling gnawing at MC’s heart.

Mc could not get themself to continue talking. It just did not feel right.

Barbatos tilted his head to the side at MC’s sudden silence.

The silence continued. Not a single word left MC’s mouth.

A few moments went by and there was still only silence.

“MC?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you stop?”

“Oh, no particular reason.”

Barbatos’ narrowed his eyes and looked at MC. He did not believe them at all.

“Are you perhaps thinking I’m annoyed by the topic?”

“Ah… Well I mean you are not wrong.”

MC looked at the ground not knowing what to do. It was true what Barbatos said. But now that he had said it mc was at a loss for words. After another few moments of silence Mc finally spoke.

“It’s just that this is your break but we are talking about my interests. It feels sort of wrong. it feels like I’m just kind of bothering you instead of letting you enjoy your break.”

“You are not annoying me. I was the one who asked you to talk about it. I quite enjoy listening to you talk about your interests.”

“Is it really okay?” Mc asked, still unsure.

They were afraid he might just have said it out of politeness. MC did not want Barbatos to feel like he was forced to listen to them ramble on and on about their interests. Barbatos gently grabbed Mc by the hand and gave them a small smile.

“I can assure you that I want to actually hear what you have to say. I’m not just doing this to be polite.”

“Wait, how did you know that?” MC asked, a bit surprised Barbatos knew what they were thinking.

“Let's just say I had a hunch. Now why don’t you continue our previous conversion? I promise you that I do want to hear what you have to say,” Barbatos responded.

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨

They did it again. They became too enthusiastic while talking about one of their interests. MC’s smile started to falter. The happiness they had been feeling moments ago was slowly being replaced by an all too familiar sadness. Why did they have to do it again? MC knew that people got annoyed by the intensity so why did not turn it down?

A million questions of why flooded MC’s mind. All they wanted to do was share their interest. Why did it always end this way? MC really did try to not get too enthusiastic. Which only made the whole thing worse.

“Is everything alright MC?” Dovolo asked, concerned by their sudden silence.

“Yeah everything is fine don’t worry,” MC responded with a strained smile.

they hoped that Diavole would be fooled by it but it is hard to fool someone who can read you like a book.

“MC what’s wrong?”

What were they supposed to say? They did not want Diavolo to worry but he would also know immediately that they were lying.

“I’m sorry if I got a bit annoying. I will try to tone it down.”

Diavolo was confused by MC’s answer. He was enjoying the conversation. MC’s enthusiasm showed that they were talking about something they hold dear and he was happy that they wanted to share it with him.

“You are not annoying. what would make you say that?”

MC looked away from Diavolo before answering.

“People tend to be annoyed by my ramblings and you got very quiet all of a sudden so I just kind of assumed you were annoyed by me too. Sorry”

Diavolo tilted his head slightly and smiled at MC.

“You don’t have to apologize. I got quiet because I was fascinated by what you were saying. You will never be annoying to me.”

Mc smiled back at Diavolo, reassured by his words.

"Thank you. That makes me really happy.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me gender neutral mc #obey me gn!mc #obey me writing #obey me scenarios

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itsoutrageouss · 3 months

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Like a bellflower - chapter one

chapter one of like a bellflower, a Joel Miller x Fem!Oc fanfiction.

warnings: violence, death, blood, the word 'rape', general apocalyptic angst things yk

words: 2,6k

Story taglist

1. A stoic rescue

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“If we don’t find some more fucking ammo soon I swear i’m going to kill someone,” Kade grumbled as we all walked along a broad gravelly road. He bit into the last of his dried meat with anger, ripping the flesh apart aggressively with his teeth. His arm nearly hit me as it swung back. I always stayed behind the four of them. Kade, Ryan, Sarah and Cole. When they found me, and agreed to pick me up along with them I thought I could find solidarity in Sarah. A girl. Or a woman I should say, because she is a lot more woman than me.

Her shoulders were as broad as the mens, her figure sturdy and hardened like her face. No solidarity was to be found in those eyes. She met me like the men did; looking down at me with clenched jaws, demanding I fix us all food and making mean jokes when I try to brush and fix my hair.

“That ain’t going to fix nothing sweetheart- how about a trip to the salon instead? It’ll be on me,” Kade would say with a nasty grin and they would all belt out laughter while they tended to their guns like I tend to my hair, with the same kind of care. The kind you should never use on weapons.

“But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue,” I always quote, biting my tongue until metal melts in my mouth.

“You have to calm down, we’re almost at the next town. If there isn’t any ammo, we’ll butcher someone that has some.” Cole replies, walking with fast, tough steps. They were always so hard, so violent. I watched intensely as my feet kicked the gravel. My gun didn’t have a lot of ammo left either but I would rather not have to hurt someone to get more. I’d run if I had to, but I really didn’t.

The rest of the walk was silent, until old suburban houses started appearing. No one spoke to me. Wordlessly everyone divided to ransack the houses. Cole and Kade went together, so did Ryan and Sarah. Sarah, a dainty, feminine name for a woman with cold, rejecting eyes. No solace. I walked on my own, shoulders slumping.

The house was a pale blue, the door was off the hinges completely, and I stepped over the rotten wood. Dust swirled in the beams of light that were pushing through barred windows. Someone had stayed here for a while, it looked like. Empty cans of food were piled on the dirty kitchen tiles. When I glanced back at the broken down door, I noticed the beating it had taken. The blood stains that the wood had absorbed. Scratch marks. I didn’t want to think of what had happened here, and instead I filtered through the flashes of sunlight, the warmth pulsing on my cheek. The air smelled like rotten wood too, as well as flowers. They bloomed in the corners of the walls, through broken tapestry they unfolded like nothing had ever bothered them. Like the whole world wasn’t dying. Untouched by the destruction, pretty and blooming. I wished to be like the flower.

There was no ammo, but in the back cabinets I found old cans of beans that must’ve been forgotten in whatever hurry had happened here. Between the wooden beams that barred the window I saw the others gathering in the middle of the road. Soldiers, they looked like. Machines. They made my skin crawl and every soft thing inside me hardened. I solidified, when everything I fought for everyday was to be soft. Free, fresh and blooming like a flower. A war between me and the world to preserve the delicate human I was, but I felt like throwing it all up when Kade looked at me. He made me feel like he wanted to rape me. His eyes were wide like a drug addict, and his stare a direct look into the most damaged soul I had ever met in my life. I had no clue what his story was and I was terrified to find out. He wanted to hurt the world like it had hurt him and I didn’t want to be here to see it but I had nowhere else to go.

They talked aggressively to each other, heads bent close together even though there probably wasn't anyone around for miles. I still never got used to seeing people standing in the middle of the roads. The cars were supposed to be there. And now all the cars were flipped upside down and stripped for parts. Sarah crushed a spiring dandelion under her foot. Her black, greasy hair flipped around her head when she talked. The day was beautiful but the people were not.

We decided to camp there, in the house I found. I found a broken family photo in a bedroom upstairs. I was frozen, sitting on a four poster bed with a family full of strangers in my hand. This room was a memory in time. A photo in itself. If not for the barricaded window, where the sunlight slowly turned red, you wouldn’t be able to tell that life had died everywhere around it. So I stayed there all night. I went downstairs silently, like a child who’d awoken from a nightmare. But there were no parents downstairs, and I crept silently around them to grab a can of beans. Kades big hand squeezed my fragile wrist harshly and the can dropped from my hand. “You’re not taking all of that,” he spoke harshly before opening the can and pouring almost all of the content into an empty one. The rest he gave to me. “Sit down,” he stroked my wrist where he’d hurt me and I coiled away, sitting down reluctantly. I never joined their talk. Ryan was the nicest of them all, though the difference in their behaviors were minimal. They had been just them for so long that Sarah was Ryan and Ryan was Cole and all of them were Kade. Not one authentic trait that wasn’t given to them by the apocalypse. None of their own selves left from before. I pitied it, sort of. When they dozed off in their sleeping bags I snuck back up and crawled under the cold comforter in the bedroom with the photo on the pillow next to me. I tried to imagine living here. With my family, when they were still here. Sleeping next to my parents in their bed even though i probably was a bit too old for it. We wouldn’t tell anyone. Tomorrow we’d make breakfast together, maybe?

Those thoughts put me to sleep.

Bang. I woke with such a violent start that my hand flung the photo to the carpeted floor. It was already broken, but now the glass had fallen out of the frame in pieces completely. I had ruined the last memory of this family. Another bang. It was gunshots and the crashes that followed rumbled the old flooring beneath me. Impulsively I ripped the photo from the frame and stuck it in my pocket. I didn’t know how to move. We had never been in this situation. I had never been apart from the group when we were attacked. They were always there and always merciless. I had to fend for myself still, because they prioritized each other over me anytime. Sometimes it was as if they would purposefully let me fight on my own despite them being fully capable of helping me. I swung my backpack on, in case I had to run again. My hands trembled and the gun nearly slipped from my grasp. I creaked open the bedroom door, right at the top of the stairs. “Fucking get him!” I heard Ryan yell. More crashes, grunts. The stairs creaked as I took a step but another noise covered it. Blood sprayed on the wall next to the broken front door. Greasy black hair, fell with a thud to the ground. Blood started to pool around Sarah’s head, which was all of her I could see from this angle. I breathed in. It smelled like being on summer camp. Sunlight, fresh air but a metallic, wooden scent interfered with the peaceful memory. Kane roared and I heard him surge towards whoever the perpetrator was. I closed my eyes harshly until it hurt, then I opened them and ran down the stairs as the spots faded away from my sight. My gun was stretched in front of me. Everything after that happened so fast I barely caught it. An elbow to Ryan's face who stumbled backwards. To clean shots through Cole's stomach. Bang, bang, thud. Bile rose in my throat. My gun was still in front of me. I didn’t move. I didn’t know what I felt.

A loud grunt, a missed shot but a punch to the gut from Kade to the stranger. He was hardened too, but not in the cold, menacing way of the others. He looked human, I thought, right before he twisted Kades arm around in a nasty crack, pushing his back into the man's chest before firing a bullet right through his temples. Kade looked at me then, and for the first and only time I saw something else in his eyes. He looked scared. Like a little boy who’d been told off. Who’d been left alone and scolded and shown no love, who now pleaded for it for the last time ever. And then my eyes turned sympathetic. I did everything I could to give him that last piece of whatever feeling closest to affection I had for him and a peace fell over his eyes right as the bullet tore through him. My mouth was sour, and I leaned down, throwing up right next to Sarah’s body.

The stranger let Kade fall to his knees, discarded him and stalked towards me with a reaction time that seemed inhuman. I expected the harsh, calloused hands of a man piercing my skin. Like Kade’s used to. I dropped the gun. It landed in my own puke. The man stopped between me and the mess. We both looked down. Then we looked up. My eyes were filled with hot, stingy tears from throwing up. Maybe fear. He breathed harshly, quickly and his nostrils flared. His eyes were dark as he looked demandingly underneath his furrowed brows. He had a handsome face, salt and pepper scruff, a hooked nose and sloped lips. But he also was hardened from this world.

His shoulders fell, quickly aware that I probably wasn’t the biggest threat around. That irritated me, and I squared up, fisting my hands. “Get away or I'll punch you.” I said. There was volume in my voice that I didn't expect. He didn’t move, but looked down on my petty gun again. Then he turned around, and started searching the bodies of my old crew. He took their guns, searched them. I stood still. I was shaking like a leaf and tears rolled down my cheeks now silently. I wasn’t sad for these people. I was sad for the last time this happened. When it was the people I cared for that lay still while I stood up. I cried for them, tightly fisting the photo of the family I found in my pocket. The man stopped, and looked at me. “I’ll leave some stuff for you,” he said. His voice was gruff. And it hit me like bricks, so hard I nearly folded into two again. I was going to be left alone. The man was looking done, about to leave again. Then there would be silence, like when snow falls. Nothing.

“Take me with you,” I said, too desperate for my liking but suddenly he felt like the last thing I had in the world even though I didn't even know his name.

“No,” he said, and walked out the backdoor without looking back. I wiped my gun off in Sarah’s shirt, with a little regret but not so much that i felt guilty and followed the man out. He had a horse that was tied to a tree.

“You have to.” i stated, my breathing quick and shallow. I would not let him leave.

“I don’t, actually.”

Did he not feel any remorse? What if that was my family he just killed, and then left me for myself. Not even so merciful as to put me in the grave with them? But they weren’t my family and I would not go with them into death, but this man didn’t know.

“You just killed everything around me.” It wasn’t the first time that had happened and I felt like I was grasping at water, trying to hold it in my hand. I heaved in a gasp of shock and sorrow and it was what finally made him look at me. His brows furrowed even more, if possible. His face softened, and I swore I saw guilt flash across his still-new features. He was listening.

“I’m silent. You won’t even know i’m here. And as soon, I promise, as soon as we come across somewhere else I can stay, I'll leave. But you owe me a ride.” I wasn’t used to selling myself, to making me sound like someone you’d want along on your travels and even though my face heated with embarrassment and the words I spoke, it was all the hope I had not to curl up in that four poster bed until I withered into nothing.

He said nothing for a while, looking somewhere behind me in thought. I mustered my most desperate eyes. I tried baring my soul through them for him to see that I needed this. He already seemed ways better than any of the four people that had taken me upon since the tragic incident.

“As soon as we find something.. livable, you’re gone.” he grumbled. The relief made my knees weak, air seeped out of me uncontrollably and I had to hold onto the tree so as to not fall in on myself.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I whispered, tasting tears on my lips that I wiped profusely. I was not to be a burden to this man before I had even gotten onto his horse.

“Just follow me and stay quiet,” he said, pulling the horse along with him. We walked, and I didn't look back. The blue house I swore to leave forever behind me. The photo I held onto. The sun was only just rising, cold and bright as it stretched over the abandoned houses. We walked in the middle of the road, on each side of the horse. I felt warmth on my skin, on my hair and I combed it down with my fingers and braided it down my back. And no one laughed, or said anything. I realized this might have been my rescue as I looked up at the pine trees ahead, instead of down at the gravel. I looked anywhere I liked and made my hair look nice and I stroked the now curled up photo with my thumb, looking over at the man.

“What's your name?”

I had already broken one of three rules: stay silent, follow me, leave me alone as soon as possible.

He sighed, “you’re not very good at this.”

Even his scolding, and his glare was everything Kades wasn’t. There was no malice, no intention to hurt. I didn’t feel fear in my gut.

“I’m Belle. Like the princess” I peaked over the horse’s moving body.

“Like bellflowers,” he said, glancing at me for barely a second. Like a bellflower, blooming, delicate and untouched by the world. I wish it was so.

“Joel. My name is Joel”

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chapter two

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blues824 · 1 year

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Het there bestie I see your love for trey and u shall deliver you more requests of him.

🍀Imagen mc making the cake for the unbirtday party and then giving him a slice of cake with a ring in.

☘️When he bits on it and looks shocked that there is something wrong with the cake he tries to hide it and then pulls out the object in his mouth.

🍀Everyone's wondering why trey is so silent and seeing him pull something from the cake and then seeing mc going on her knees asking trey to marry her.

☘️And calling him wife or husband from then on joking that they first years are their children baking together feel free to make this as fluffy as you want.

Female Reader

Trey Clover

He was a bit suspicious when you wouldn’t allow him inside Ramshackle for your typical daily baking session. He had missed you all day, but he was intrigued when you stated that you would be finished in a little bit and that the surprise you were making for him would be given to him at Heartslabyul.

What was a bit more surprising was when he found out that his dorm members were in on this as well. They were making grand preparations from what he could see, but he didn’t really get too much of a good look because Riddle led him away.

Eventually, he was allowed back inside the dorm, and you and Grim were there as well. There was a small cake in the kitchen, and all of the Heartslabyul members vacated the dorm and went to the labyrinth so as to give you some private time. Ace and Deuce took Grim, don’t worry.

“This is quite strange. I’m usually the one baking sweets,” He said with a smile.

“You work so hard, so this is all for you, my love.”

The nickname made him blush, but he quickly shook it off as you cut him a slice of the cake you made. It looked like it was perfectly baked through, the smell was pleasant, and the frosting seemed lovely, so he took a bite.

He didn’t expect to bite on something hard, but he looked at you and you hadn’t seemed to notice anything yet. So, he quickly spit the item out onto the plate, only to notice that it was a ring. Oh, you sneaky little thing… you planned this, didn’t you?

You noticed that he went silent, and you looked over to see that he discovered the little surprise that you had set up. Well, it looked like it was go-time, so you got on one knee and looked up at him with nothing but love in your eyes. You took a deep breath before speaking.

“Trey Clover, you have been by my side since I was magically teleported to Twisted Wonderland. You have been with me through thick and thin, and now I ask you this very important question: Will You Marry Me?”

Well, this was quite a shock to the Vice Housewarden. He had dreamt of this moment ever since you agreed to be his girlfriend. He was a family man at heart, after all. He just thought that this moment would have happened after you both had graduated, and that he would be the one proposing to you.

Oh, that doesn’t matter, as he found himself nodding. You took his hand and slipped the ring onto his ring finger, and he took a moment to admire it. It was a simple steel band, but it held so much value.

From that point on, you both referred to each other as your husband/wife. You used the two interchangeably for him, because he doesn’t mind. Either term makes him blush, but it gets worse when he calls you his wife. It just seems so surreal.

Don’t even get me started on when you referred to the First Years as your children. There was one time where Deuce got hurt because he was in a fight, and as you were tending to the bruise, Trey gave him a stern talking-to.

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grayson-baller · 1 year

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bc i’m tryna snort a damian priest wrestlemania match;

just the dirtiest, kinkiest, dom/sub shit you can pluck from your amazing brain with 10, 14, 25, and 43 from the nsfw list

Damian Priest -- Headcanon

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author's note: I hope this is what you were looking for

warnings: smut--18+

word count: 813

pairing: fem!reader & Damian Priest

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masterlist: ++

tags: @bungleinthe-jungle @legit9thlunaticwarrior @stxrrlightwrites13 @wickedval

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prompts:

nsfw:

10 -- “Let me see those eyes.”

14 -- “You look so good, can’t wait to absolutely ruin you”

25 -- "You can take it."

43 -- "What a pretty sight."

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“You should see yourself, kitten.” His low voice rasped, a soft hand running up your back. You were gripping his arms; certain your fingernails were leaving indents into his skin.

The feeling of Damian surrounded you, leaving your skin feeling raw. It fizzled as if a thousand little fireworks were shooting through you. He consumed you, deeply rooted under your skin, claiming you. Not that you minded. You liked being his.

“You looked so fucked out already, baby. Already so fucking gone, and we haven’t even started yet.”

You whimpered at his words. “Sir,” you whispered, licking your lips. The vague promise of torment hung in the air, and you knew you were in for a long day. The wicked gleam in his eye and mischievous grin this morning had been the warning sign needed.

You reminded yourself to be good, to listen and not back talk. Your mouth tended to get you into trouble, and you knew better then to push your luck when he had that look in his eyes. As torturous as he was going to be now, it’d be a thousand times worse if he had to punish you as well.

He had barely touched you, and you were already a wet mess. You knew you were making a mess, feeling your dampness coating your thighs.

He reached forward, picking the fork back up in his hand. “Open that pretty mouth for me, beautiful.” He commanded, fork sinking into soft, fluffy pancakes.

Your stomach fluttered at the command, though frustration crept through you. You stared at the plate full of pancakes—cut into the smallest pieces you had ever seen—eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, and fresh fruit.

With a fistful of your hair and fingers teasing your clit, he had made it clear that you were going to sit on his lap, eating the plate full of food.

What he hadn’t said was the other way he planned on stuffing you. Once you climbed on his lap, hesitant of what was happening next, he had slid his cock out of his jeans. The moment you saw it, you knew where this was going—what was going to happen.

Now you sat here, his cock inside of you, stretching you and taunting you. The feeling of being full of him blended with the frustration of not being able to move, to ride him.

“Let me see those eyes.” He instructed as you looked away from all the food you had left to consume before looking back at him. “That’s my good little slut. Now, open those pretty lips for me, baby.” Your stomach clenched at his words, before your lips parted slightly. “What a pretty sight.”

He fed you the bite, letting you chew before feeding you a few more bites of pancakes. Your eyes landed back on the plate, hating how full the plate still looked. Never in your life had you hated the sight of a plate of food before.

It was the thing standing between you and getting fucked by your boyfriend.

He placed the fork down on the table, grabbing a handful of your hair before roughly pulling your head back. Moans left you as you wiggled in his lap, looking for anything to soothe the intense ache.

He licked up your neck, the sensation more erotic than you ever expected. Something about being forced to sit on his lap like this, being fed breakfast was intoxicating. A reminder that Damian controlled you, dominating over you.

And you submitted to him every time.

“You’re being so good for me, kitten. You look so good, can’t wait to absolutely ruin you.” He praised, biting down on the soft exposed skin of your neck. “So fucking hot, isn’t little slut? Stuffed full of my cock, and unable to get any relief for that ache in your cunt, huh? That drippy pussy of yours is making a mess of my leg, probably dripping to the floor, yet you’re helpless, unable to get what you need.”

You whined, fingers gripping his forearm. “Sir…please. I can’t… I can’t.”

“You can take it, little slut.” He spoke, using the hand in your hair to pull your head back even further. “You can, and you will. That little pussy of yours is going to warm my cock until I decide I’m ready to fuck you. Do you understand?” He asked, letting go of your hair.

You sobbed, head falling forward as your forehead rested against his shoulder. “Yes, sir.” His hand ran back up your back in a soothing motion. “I understand, sir.”

“Good girl.” He praised, as you raised your head back up. He reached up to wipe away a tear. “Now,” he started, picking the fork back up. “We still have a whole plate of food to get through before I even think about fucking you. Open that mouth, baby.”

#wwe smut #wwe imagine #Damian priest smut #damian priest imagine

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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I Thought I’d Lose You

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Smut to Fluff

Summary: After the events at Starcourt mall, Steve looks to you for some patching up.

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: Dubcon (under drug influence), established relationship, slightly drugged!steve, implied nonconsensual drugging, implied violence, thigh riding, hand job, p in v (unprotected), spit kink, creampie, uniform kink, breeding kink, doggystyle, missionary, hair pulling, biting, kissing, mommy kink, spit kink, spit as lube, minor moment of genital licking, slight choking, some sub!steve and softdom!reader dynamics

You sat anxiously on your couch, biting the knuckle of your index finger as you await his return. You received a suspicious call from Steve not too long ago that sounded as if he were in some kind of danger and he wanted to say his final goodbyes to you. It frightened you to say the least. He’d hung up before you got the chance to ask for his whereabouts. All you could do is wait, anticipating that somehow the cops would find him safe.

There’s a knock on your door. You immediately hopped off your seat and gunned for the door knob. Swinging the door open, you smile brightly only for it to fall just as quick. Sure, your lovable idiot stood there in your doorway but he was bruised and beaten.

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Oh my god. What the hell happened to you?”

Taking his hand, you lead him inside and shut the door behind you. He immediately wraps his arms around you, nose nuzzling in your hair to sniff your scented shampoo.

“I missed you.” He giggles, speech slurred.

“Baby, what is it that you aren’t telling me? Did you get kidnapped by the cartel or something?”

“I’m fine.” He says, clumsily seating himself on the couch. “Sit with me.” He pouts.

“Steve, how could you expect me to throw this under the rug? You scared me half to death calling me like you were dying. Then, you show up at my door drugged and bloodied,” Your voice begins to quiver, tears streaming down your face. “I thought I’d lose you.”

You sunk down onto the seat beside him, your head in your hands as you sobbed. Then, you began to feel Steve nudging the side of your arm with his head. You turned to look at him, baffled.

“Can you take care of me, mommy?” He gives you the ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

You sighed only you couldn’t help but laugh as well. “What am I gonna do with you? Wait right here, baby. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

You went into the closet in your hallway, retrieving the kit and made your way back to Steve. He kicked his legs, innocently, waiting for you. Standing in front of him, between his legs, you tear the alcohol pad from its packet.

“This is gonna sting.” You place the pad over the abrasion near his eyebrow. He hisses, wincing at the sting and you winced along with him in sympathy.

You continued to tend to his wounds, examining his face. Hand cupped under his chin, you found yourself admiring his beauty. He glanced at you through his lashes, pink lips slightly parted. His scoops ahoy uniform wasn’t helping deter your desire for him. He just looked so pure. So innocent.

You bent low, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Hardly adding pressure, you allowed your lips to linger there before slowly parting away. His lips are half puckered and eyes still closed when your face comes back into his view. He looks at you, lust present in his gaze.

“Can I have you tonight?”

“You’re hurt. You need rest. And I’m not sure if we should do this while you’re still high.”

“I know what I want,” He presses his cheek to your stomach, wrapping his arms around your hips. “I need to be inside you. Please make me feel good, mommy.”

You run your fingers through his hair and he cuddles deeper against your tummy. You yank the ends of his hair forcing him to look up at you, arms still tightly secured around your hip.

“You want mommy to make the pain go away?” You say, pushing aside a curl that fell over his right eye.

He nods. “Yes mommy.”

That was all the confirmation you needed. Unraveling his arms around you, you shoved him. His back hits against the couch backrest.

He stares up at you in anticipation. You remove your clothes, standing fully naked before him. You kneel on leg after the other, straddling his thigh. A pant leg is risen on the thigh you sat on so that your bare core made direct contact with his flesh. You were extremely wet. He swore he could feel your hot cunt pulsating against him. Grounding yourself hard against his slightly hairy thigh, you capture his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, your tongues exploring each other’s depths. His large hands squeezes your sides tightly to guide you over him. You knew you’d find the bruisings in the morning.

Your moans were in sync, getting lost in your own realm of pleasure, eyes closed to savor the moment. The exchange of saliva between you two was sloppy and erotic. It was exactly what he needed from you. Your hand is on his chest, fingertips brushing his exposed chest hairs.

The noise of your slick as you glided up and down his thigh filled the quiet space between you. You both could hardly speak with all your mouths wished to do was swallow each other.

Anticipating his need for your attention to be directed elsewhere, you slide your hand down his chest to reach the front of his pants. You waste no time shoving your hand down his pants and underwear. You whip out his cock from his trousers, immediately cranking your hand around the base.

He groans into the kiss when you came back up to the tip and squeezed hard. Your kisses growing so animalistic, you’re worried that blood would be drawn.

You pull away, his bottom lip between your teeth, letting it go by tossing your head back lightly. You take one of his hands and bring it up to your mouth, spitting in his palm. You lead his hands to grip around his hard length, moving it up and down and applying your saliva all over it.

“Keep touching yourself like that, baby. I’ll get off on your thigh.” You mewled. Placing both hands on the leg for support, you dig your nails into the skin and rode for dear life. He watches you, mouth open as he panted and jacked himself harder at the sight of you. He felt proud of himself knowing he’d made you this soaked from just humping his thigh.

You stares intensely at one another, foreheads pressed against each other as you feverishly pleasure yourselves.

Not being able to take it anymore, you pull off of him and get on all fours in the seat beside him. Pressing your face against the seat cushion, you awaited his next move. He knew exactly what you wanted. Kneeling behind you, he brings his head between your legs, licking one long stripe up your pussy. You whimpered at this, rolling your hips back in his direction to signal your impatience. He rests his hands on either side of you hips. You take initiative to shove a hand down your body, reaching for his length to guide his tip against your glistening entrance.

Steve pushes agonizingly slow into your warm cave. You feel the pressure of being split open, your mouth falling open at the sensation. His mouth, also, hung open before letting out a drawn out groan.

Sitting back on his knees and taking you along with him, his hands slam you down against his length hard. You saw stars as the tip began to hit deliciously against your spongy button at this new angle. You back is flushed against his chest and he takes the opportunity of access to your body, snaking an arm around your neck to hold you against him so you wouldn’t fall over. His other hand slides between your legs, spreading your folds to toy with the sensitive nub.

Neither of you could say a word from how euphoric it felt to be joined together. You bit your lip, eyes shut as you focus on his hard cock hitting deep within you. Damn, he felt so good.

His hips slapping against your ample bottom echoed around the room competing with your cries.

You were getting carried away in this position. You didn’t want to cum yet. Not without seeing his face and seeing him fuck you from above in his uniform.

You patted his thigh, a nonverbal communication you’d both picked up when you wanted things stop. He immediately pulls of your body, concerned that he’s hurt you.

Instead, you showed him you weren’t planning on stopping, laying down on your back against the seat cushions and beckoning him to climb on top. He attempts to remove his shirt unaware that it was ehat you needed from him.

You yank the bottom of his shirt, causing him to fall forward hands place on either side of your head so his full weight isn’t on you. Intertwining your hand in his hair, you run your tongue over his lips while the bottom soles of your foot dug into his ass forcing him to slip deep inside your pussy once again.

He pumps desperate, deep thrusts into your quaking core, too needy to pull out too far from your warm embrace. Faint squelching sounds as he sloshed around inside you, wrecking your ridged walls.

You’re captured in yet another desperate kiss. It’s brief but once you break away a string of saliva connecting your lips is present only to break off once he focuses his eyes between your bodies. His eyes darkening at the view of his dick painted in your creamy white arousal, cunt swallowing him hungrily.

One hand was up his shirt clawing at his back while your other hand dug its nails into his ass cheek, urging him deeper and deeper into you. He hits your cervix over and over. His pelvis so close to your own that it gave the perfect friction against your clit.

His lips find your neck, sucking at the flesh. It’s too much stimulation for you. Soon, you’re cumming hard against him, convulsing like a woman possessed while clutching onto his shirt and the dick inside you for dear life.

“Can I cum in you? Wanna make you mommy. Pump you full of my kids.” He whines.

Your hand is now pulling at his hair while the other one, grips his shoulder. Looking deep into each other’s eyes and swallowing each other’s moans. You spread your legs wider. You wanted him to breed you. You were ready to be bound to him as his and his only.

“Cum in me please, Stevie. Go on and fill mommy up with your cum.” You cried out.

He pounds harder and shallower in you, practically just rocking himself in your ocean. Then, you got to witness the beautiful sight of his back arching and he cums, coating every inch of your walls. This sends you into another orgasm as you felt him throb against you. You’re milking him dry for all he’s worth.

“Fuck.” He trembles, propped up on his elbows still not wanting to drop his full weight on you but you being him down, hugging him against you. He’s still inside you, softening but you won’t dare allow him to leave.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” You whisper near his ear. “I never want to know a life without you, Steve. Even if you’re not ready to tell me what’s going on. Please just be careful.”

He turns his head so your faces were up-close, noses touching. “I promise to tell you everything in the morning. Just hold me for now. You don’t know how scared I was thinking I’d never live to see you again. The thought alone nearly killed me itself.”

You hold him tighter. “You’ll never have to worry again. I’ll always be with you. I mean that.”

You ended the night cuddled on the couch, reflecting on your relationship and just how important it meant to Steve that he remained alive to be in your life. He’s determined to have that family with you he’s always dreamt about.

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