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exhausted | barca femeni/alexia putellas x reader

reader has insomnia… but doesn’t tell her teammates alexia begins to figure it out though

was gonna make yall wait till tomorrow butttt i rlly can’t fucked lol

Sleep is something that has never come easy to you.

No matter how hard you try, no matter how much melatonin or herbal teas or meditation you tried, none of it worked.

You, quite simply, could not sleep.

It was fine when you were just a student, when you could dip out of your morning classes or sneak in a nap here and there between classes, when you didn’t have to make it through full days of work.

It was fine when you were playing for London City, when nobody cared about what you were doing, only if you could stop other players from getting past.

It had all changed though when the Barca offer had come in though.

It was known to every single footballer in the women's league that Barca had major injury problems, specifically in their backline, injuries that wouldn’t be resolved until long after the season was over.

You’d never thought though that some absences in Barcelona’s star squad would crate an opportunity for you, but for whatever reason, the Barca selectors had seen something in you, and even though it was mid season, had been desperate to sign you, it was a big move to go from England to Spain, but one you were more than happy to make for the sake of your career.

You’d never thought that the move from home would be so much more detrimental to your sleep schedule, but slowly you’d found yourself becoming more exhausted as you struggled to keep up with your new life.

There were a lot of things that were different about Spain, or more specifically the Barcelona Women’s team. When you were playing in London, training every couple of days and playing once a week, you could afford to miss some hours of sleep during the night, especially considering that nobody in London was concerned about making school a priority over there. You could take some naps during the day, laze around as much as you wanted and go to school whenever you could be bothered.

Barca was different, and not in a good way.

It was good for your football, internationally and just in general. Before Barca, you’d been more of a bench player then a starter for the England under 17s, but your game had lifted and you’d been a consistent starter in every tournament and friendly since.

You were exhausted, more than you’d ever been in your entire life, and you were sure it was starting to show.

It was hard enough being 16, in a foreign country, getting hardly any hours of sleep, training at least three hours a day as well as gym sessions and playing twice a week. Trying to be a full time student as well, it was completely unrealistic and it was starting to show.

“Nena, do you want to slow down on the energy drinks? Someone so itty bitty and young like you shouldn’t be consuming any caffeine, let alone two red bulls before noon, we’re lucky you aren’t pinging off the walls yet.”

Mapi’s hands are on your cheeks, pinching and squeezing them as if you are a baby. Instead of paying her any kind of attention you keep your eyes fixed on your laptop screen and lips pressed to the can of red bull that you’ve been tirelessly sipping at for the past couple of minutes.

Integrating into the team had been hard, but you’d actually become far closer with the crew of injured girls, mapi specifically, as well as her girlfriend Ingrid. Frido had also been one of the first people to welcome you, accompanied by two familiar English faces, Keira and Lucy.

Mapi particularly, had taken you under her wing, or had sort of adopted you in an older sister type fashion. It was sort of annoying, the older Spaniard was constantly talking, to the point where you’d learn to pretty much drown out everything that left her lips.

“If you keep touching my face then it won’t just be your knee that’ll be injured, your hands will be broken as well.”

Mapi frowns at you, her pinching fingers moving to brush loose hair from your face and rub at your temples, trying to rub away the frown lines deeply ingrained on your forehead.

“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning did we, nena? You know you’ll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that, it’s not good for your little baby face.”

You shake your head in an attempt to get Mapi’s hands off of your face, it partially works, but not fully.

“María I am serious, you’ve got three seconds before I tear this can in half and use it to cut off your fingers, don’t you have rehab to do or something more entertaining than bothering me?”

Mapi’s hands fly up in surrender, something you are infinitely grateful for.

“Fine, you want to be grumpy then you can be grumpy by yourself, don’t come looking for me later when you’re bored of school and looking for some fun.”

You don’t bat an eyelid as Mapi retreats from your table.

You take another sip of your drink, praying that it’ll somehow make it easier for you to read the words on your laptop screen, even though it does absolutely nothing.

You’ve read the same page, over and over again and yet it’s done absolutely nothing to make you understand what it is you are supposed to be learning. It’s a mess of consonants and verbs, jumbled up words that just can’t seem to resonate in your brain.

Whilst Mapi has left, unbeknownst to you, you aren’t completely alone in the recovery room.

Alexia has been sitting on one of the massage tables, doing her exercises for the last hour, watching as you’ve gradually been getting far more frustrated with your work.

Alexia’s relationship with you so far has been… rocky.

The captain had made it clear from day one that whilst the club needed you, that your studies were going to be a priority alongside football. If you had known that you’d be going from doing as much school as you liked, to hours of online school everyday, you probably would have reconsidered your move to Spain, but you were here now and struggling more than you cared to admit.

Alexia knew something was up, beyond your clear hatred for school, she just wasn’t sure what yet but she was determined to find out why.

“Everything alright pequena?”

You practically jump at the sound of Alexia’s voice, hand clutching at your heart as you suddenly become aware of a presence in the room that you were unaware existed.

“Perfectly fine.”

You do well to recover from the shock, your eyes darting straight back to your screen almost as quickly as they had left it.

“You’ve been staring at the same page for the last twenty minutes.”

Alexia notices that your hands are shaking slightly, most likely due to the insane amounts of taurine that your body is processing.

“There’s a lot of writing on one page.”

You take another sip, finishing off the can and sliding it across the table.

“Mapi’s right, it’s not good for pequena’s like you to be drinking stuff like that, it’s bad for your brain cells, and don’t get me started on what it does to your body.”

Alexia moves to take a seat beside you at the table, her concern for you growing even more when she took a look at your face and realised how exhausted you looked.

“I don’t need the lecture, I’m poisoning my body, I’m aware of it, now can I please have slime peace so I can finish this off before training starts?”

Alexia isn’t anywhere near satisfied with your answer, she wants you to argue with her, not admit your wrongdoing like it’s nothing.

“Yes, you are, you aren’t an adult, you don’t need energy drinks, you will do perfectly fine without them.”

Your eyes leave the screen to look at Alexia for a second, a little exhale huffing out between your lips.

“Okay, whatever.”

Alexia can’t get past just how tired you look, so tired that you’re seemingly agreeing with her just to avoid conflict.

“Pequena, how about you take a break for a couple of minutes, go get some fresh air, I’m sure you can finish this up later.”

Alexia’s never let you finish school early, you don’t understand why she’s deciding to today.

“I need to get it done.”

Your body is so tense, Alexia’s scared that you’re going to pull a muscle just from how tight your body looks.

“I’m sure it can wait till later, you’ve been sitting here for two hours now, you need a break.”

Your hands are still shaking, and you’re as hunched over as possible without being asleep on top of your laptop.

“Alexia, I’m fine, I’ve just got to finish this and then I’ll be done.”

Alexia’s hand reaches up to meet your shaking one, somehow hoping that it’ll stop the frantic tremors.

“You’re taking a break, just go and spend some time in the team room, or go for a walk, just take fifteen minutes and I’ll next you when you need to be back. Go, now, I’m not asking.”

You slam your laptop closed with more aggression then Alexia’s seen from you all morning, your body dragging itself out of the room without any regards for your captain whatsoever.

Alexia begins to get worried when twenty minutes later, after multiple text messages, you are yet to return.

She knows you’re stressed, that school isn’t what you want to be focusing all of your energy on. But Alexia knows from personal experience how easy it is for somebody of your age with your kind of talent to disregard things like education, something that she believes is so crucial to any adult's life. You need options, Alexia is trying to give you them, even if you seem to hate them with every single fibre in your body.

Alexia decides to go looking for you once twenty five minutes have passed and you are nowhere in sight and have ignored every single one of her messages.

It doesn’t take her long to find you, although she does almost miss you.

Alexia peeks her head into the locker room, simply to ask if anyone has seen you, the room is silent and empty though.

She almost leaves, but just as she’s about to close the door, she spots your body, tucked up inside of your locker, your head tucked into your knees.

You look frightfully unrestful, you don’t look like most people look when they’re sleeping, most people look peaceful, you look bothered, like your body is fighting against the sleep that you so clearly need.

Alexia walks over to you, now more than ever she’s certain you’re sick, that you’ve caught some kind of cold that’s causing this exhaustion and the short tempered mood you’ve been in.

She brings the back of her palm up to your forehead, an action that has your eyes snapping opening immediately.

Alexia’s sort of surprised when she realises you’ve got no fever whatsoever, although she’s well aware that not all sicknesses result in fever, something about it is putting her off.

“Hola pequenita.”

It takes you a few seconds to realise where you are and what’s happening, but as soon as you do you are shaking Alexia’s hand from your face and pushing yourself out of your cube.

“Sorry, time completely slipped past me, I’ll head back now.”

Alexia’s hand grabs your forehand before you have the opportunity to slip past her, tugging you backwards until you’re standing directly in front of your captain, forced to look at her.

“Are you sick?”

Alexia isn’t sure what’s wrong, but it’s clear something is up and sickness is the clearest option. She knows that you are no stranger to energy drinks, she spends most of her time heckling at you to try and put down whatever drink you’ve got in your hands. She’s never seen you down two in such a short amount of time though and sickness would be a good explanation.

“No, I’m fine.”

Alexia can’t find any deceit in your words or mannerisms, it appears that you are being completely honest with her, something that makes Alexia even more confused. None of the tell-tale signs are there, you are telling the truth.

“I know you aren’t a stranger to a midday nap, but it’s unlike you to be so tired.”

Alexia’s arm moves from your forearm up to your face, gently tracing the deep purple bags that are sitting below your eyes. Her thumb is soft, it feels like she’s mending all of the fatigue that lies there, but as soon as her thumb moves it all comes back.

“I’m fine Capí, just stayed up a little bit later last night.”

Alexia can tell that’s a lie, a cover up from whatever it is that you’re hiding from her.

“Well see to it that you get into bed earlier tonight. The team is out on the pitch, I told Jona that you’d join them once finished up with your work that you’d head out but I think you need some fresh air. Better get moving.”

Alexia’s voice is ridged and your body reacts to it, reaching into your locker with more speed then she’s seen you work with all day, you grab your cleats and before Alexia has the chance to speak anymore you are marching out of the rooms and out towards the pitch.

It’s perplexing to Alexia, she hates being lied to, especially when it’s clear something is wrong. She waits in the locker room for a few minutes, trying to piece together the mystery yet she comes up with nothing.

Eventually she makes the decision to go out and watch the training, pitchside, maybe you’ll have perked up now that you’re out doing something you enjoy.

The first thing Alexia notices is how frantically you are playing, it’s unlike you to be sloppy and yet as she watches you it’s all she can observe.

You are sloppy, messy and uncalculated, something that you are normally the opposite of.

You are a technical player, something that has helped you settle into the Barcelona squad with ease, you adjusted to the Spanish way of playing without much fuss.

What Alexia is watching though, you look like a completely different player. You’re practically passing the ball directly to Salma, goal after goal being put through your legs and around your body. It’s embarrassing, and she’s certain other people are picking up on your abnormal behaviour, multiple people, specifically Ingrid coming to check on you and make sure everything is fine.

You shake all of them off, even though it’s clear that something is up and whatever that something is, it’s big and it’s affecting your game and mood majorly.

Alexia’s not surprised when Jona drags you from the field, already yelling at you and sending orders your way, what she is surprised by is the way that you don’t even flinch as he throws never ending criticism your way.

You just stare at him, neither nodding or trying to reply to him, Alexia’s not even sure if you’re hearing him, if you’re present enough to be listening to the words that are leaving his mouth. For a second she considers the possibility that you’re violently hungover or acting under the influence of some kind of substance, it would explain the drowsiness and weird behaviour.

The idea makes Alexia instantly filled with anger, you are 16 and she will take you to the grave if you’ve been touching any kinds of substances. She’s mad enough as it is over the energy drinks, and she’s going to express that when the two of you are in private later on, but the chance that you’ve consumed something illegal for someone of your age, it sends shivers down her spine.

Jona has you back out on the field before you can even begin to respond to his critiques, back into defence where you are brutally humbled time and time again by the likes of Aitana, Salma and Caro.

Alexia cringes every single time, she knows that you are struggling, what she’s completely unprepared for is for you to fully collapse on the field.

Caro volleys another ball over your head and for a second Alexia doesn’t even notice you crumpled up on the ground of the pitch, she’s too busy watching the sight of Caro’s ball perfectly managing to slot in behind Cata. It’s a truly beautiful goal, and truly there isn’t much you could have done about it.

She only notices you when Cata doesn’t turn around to grab the ball, instead, she rushes forwards, leaving the ball long forgotten beside the bottom right post. She’s rushing forwards, down to her knees, directly beside your crumpled up body.

Alexia jumps up from her spot immediately, running faster than she should considering the current state of her knee, it doesn’t matter to her though, seeing your tiny little body all clumped up against the grass terrifies her.

Cata’s smart, and apparently fast acting because before Alexia is sitting down next to you, Cata’s already got her shirt off, drenched it with her drink bottle and has it folded up over your forehead. The cold water seems to bring you back a little bit, your head jerking upwards in reaction to the sudden change of temperature across your skin.

Just as Alexia’s crouching down next to you, the medics are pushing everyone out of the way, kneeling down next to you and doing the same as Cata had done, placing wet towels across your skin. They’re treating it like you’ve got heat stroke and whilst Alexia is aware it’s a warmer day, she knows that whatever is wrong with you, it most definitely isn’t heat stroke.

One of the medics squirts some water onto your face, something that Alexia doesn’t like the look of, but it seems to bring you back awake, your eyes bursting open and blinking furiously as you take in your surroundings.

Alexia can see you panicking immediately, your eyes flashing to the multiple faces that are crowding your vision.

“Everyone take a step back, give her some space.”

The medics and your teammates take a step back, leaving Alexia to skoot herself closer to you. Her hand comes to rest on your face, gently brushing the water residue off.

“Hola nena, stay calm for me, you had a little fall, we’re going to get you inside now, do you think you can get up for me?”

You nod at Alexia, you can’t remember what happened but you don’t want to be on the floor any longer than you have to be.

Alexia helps you up and off the pitch, the medics leading the two of you inside.

Alexia immediately gets you situated on a table, the medics immediately getting their hands all over you.

“Test her heart for me please, and her caffeine and sugar levels. I’ll be right back nena, I’m just going to grab something from my locker, text me if you need anything.”

Alexia is inexplicably angry and she knows that if she spends any more time in a room with you she’s going to yell, or say something that she’s going to regret. If it wasn’t for all the doctors, she probably wouldn’t care but she doesn’t need to air out private situations in front of people who have no business in your private life.

So she stomps her way to the locker room, set on trying to detangle the mess of emotions that has developed deep in her gut ever since this morning.

It’s been longer than this morning, Alexia’s noticed oddities in your behaviour, ever since you’d arrived. The energy drinks, the constant eye bags, power naps whenever you could fit them in. You live by yourself, something that Alexia deeply disapproves of and after today she doesn’t think it should continue on like this. You’d requested your own apartment for two reasons, privacy and because you didn’t want to disturb the private life of your teammates.

Alexia wanted to punch a wall, or throw something. That was all that was running across her mind as she paced back and forth in the locker rooms.

All Alexia could think about was your body, crumpled up on the pitch and she had no idea why and no idea how to help you.

You were sitting in the medical room, by yourself, beside the many doctors and physios who were poking and attaching you to different things.

You were exhausted, you were finding it hard to keep your eyes open. You’d felt the same way all day, hitting the pitch had been too much, too hard, too much energy for your exhausted body.

You wished that you’d feel the same every night when you tried to go to sleep every night, but alas, it felt like as soon as you got into bed, or as soon as you tried to close your eyes sleep just avoided you.

Alexia was probably two laps of the locker room away from throwing her phone at a wall when Mapi walked in, weirded out by the sight of her best friend grinding her feet into the floor as she walked back and forth in the locker rooms.

“Ale?”

Alexia’s pacing doesn’t stop, but she does take a second to look up at María and for some reason the concernedly smiley face of her best friend seems to help the anger bubbling up inside her simmer down slightly.

“Alexia, what’s wrong?”

Alexia’s hands are fidgeting wildly in front of her, her fingers clicking and toying with each other.

“Somethings wrong with Nena, she’s exhausted and frantic and she looks like she hasn’t slept and she’s downing all those energy drinks and maybe they’re getting to her heart? Maybe that’s why she collapsed or maybe she’s sick but somethings wrong and I don’t know what and she collapsed right in front of my eyes.”

Normally, out of the two, Mapi is the one who confides in Alexia the most. Alexia isn’t an openly emotional person and when she is it’s with Olga, because for some reason that woman can get everything and anything out of her. Here though, it’s clear Alexia needs someone to de stress with and Mapi is happy to take up that role.

“It’s just her Alexia, she’s always tired and drinking energy drinks, it’s how the kids these days do it.”

Mapi’s words are supposed to soothe Alexia, honestly they do the complete opposite.

“But she shouldn’t, she’s an athlete, she shouldn’t need them. Mapi, I am telling you, something is seriously wrong, I can feel it. I know she’s always tired, but she looks like she hasn’s slept in weeks and I don’t know why.”

Mapi, for the sake of trying to calm Alexia down, decides that instead of trying to invalidate her worries, it’s best to just try and reason with Ale.

“Ale, how about we go see her, if somethings wrong I’m sure she’d tell us.”

Alexia nods at Mapi, taking the extended arm that her friend gives her and allowing the Zaragozan to lead her back to the physio room she’d previously been in.

When she returns, she’s relieved to see that you look a lot better than how you had on the pitch. There are still grass stains across your face, but you’re less pale than you were before and you’re sipping on a gatorade which somehow makes Alexia feel less guilty about the whole situation.

“Hola pequena.”

Your eyes manage to meet Alexia’s, something that kind of shocks her, considering just how weighed down your eyes seem to be by the deep purple bags underneath your eyes.

“Bon dia.”

Alexia would not call this a good morning, she couldn’t even call it an okay one.

“What’s wrong?”

Alexia’s focus is on the physios, not you, she’s saving you for later.

“Luckily, not a lot. I checked her heart and I couldn’t find any abnormalities, it’s clear that she’s tired, she’s told me she woke up a little bit earlier than normal this morning which paired with the warmer weather and some minor dehydration is probably the main cause. She’ll take today off, rest up, but I can’t find anything that would indicate any serious underlying problems so there isn’t any reason why I would say she couldn’t be back on the pitch tomorrow.”

It’s a positive sign, but not what Alexia wants to hear, she wants something to be wrong, so that she can get to the bottom of whatever is happening to you.

“Good, thank you, do you think you could give us the room for a couple of minutes, por favor?”

The physio smiles at Alexia, giving her a nod before leaving the room discreetly.

As soon as Alexia is certain he is no longer within hearing distance, she pivots on her heel, so she’s facing you directly.

“What are you hiding?”

It’s so ominous, even Mapi thinks it’s a little bit far-fetched, as a 16 year old, Mapi was probably hiding more than she was sharing, it’s not really a fair question.

“What am I hiding?”

It sounds like you're even struggling to get words out, your voice is just so tired, like it’s taking up so much energy for you to speak a few simple words.

“Somethings wrong, you’ve been drinking all these energy drinks, which are not only far too caffeinated but also extremely bad for you and you look like you haven’t slept properly in weeks.”

You want to tell Alexia that she’s right, you aren’t sleeping properly, you haven’t been your whole life, but she wouldn’t be the first person who tried to help you and has failed miserably in the process, it’s quite simple, sleep and you just simply do not work.

“Anyone from England would tell you that I just drink energy drinks, it’s not that deep Alexia.”

Mapi is teetering on the edge of having to hold Alexia back from causing you bodily harm.

“Deep? Collapsing on a pitch is not deep? It seems pretty deep to me amor, you can hardly talk, you could hardly read this morning, it’s clear something is wrong and I want to know what.”

You don’t know how to tell Alexia that something isn’t wrong, this is just you, or the new version of you in Spain. Your insomnia had always affected you, moving to Spain had seemed to make it worse but you’d always lived like this, ever since you could remember, sleep was just something that you could never have consistently.

“Nothings wrong, I am fine, I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

Alexia’s jaw sets and for a second Mapi does truly worry for you.

“I want you to not lie to my face.”

You visibly flinch at those words, you don’t want nor mean to lie to Alexia, but you figure you are saving yourself from a merry go round of painful conversations.

“I’m not lying.”

Alexia knows you are, she’s not stupid.

“Right, well you’ve got the day off, you’ll be coming home with me and staying with Olga and I until you look less like you are on the brink of a coma. María will go get your things.”

Mapi nods quickly at Alexia, walking out of the room as quickly as she can manage, leaving just you and Alexia.

Even though Alexia is mad, she begrudgingly helps you up from the bed, draping your arm over her shoulder to give you somebody to lean on as she walks the two of you out to her car. She’s just gotten you seated in the passenger seat and closed your door when Mapi pops up with your things. Before Alexia can hop into the car and get going, Mapi stops her.

“Be easy on her, si? She’s going through something and I know you want to know, I know you want to help her but whatever is wrong, she’s not talking about it for a reason. Maybe she doesn’t need you questioning her, just take a look, a proper look at her and see if you can get a better idea. For me?”

Alexia knows that Mapi won’t let go of her shirt without some kind of acknowledgement that she’s going to agree to her.

“Okay, I’ll go easy on her.”

It’s a half truth, Mapi seems to accept it though, letting go of Alexia’s shirt so that the Catalan can take her seat in her car and begin to drive the two of you home.

The car ride home is eerily silent, Alexia keeps her eyes focused on the road, her knuckles whitening from the grip she has on the steering wheel and her jaw so set that you begin to worry that her teeth must hurt from the constant clenching.

When the two of you pull up to Alexia’s house you’re feeling a lot better, your head is clearer and you don’t feel as broken as you had earlier.

You clamber out of the car, walking your way slowly to Alexia’s front door. Alexia bothers around with the keys, twisting them in the hole before opening up the door for the two of you.

“Ale? You’re home early.”

Olga’s voice filters in from the kitchen, the two of you making your way through until you spot her.

“Nena, is that you? I didn’t know we were going to have company, if I had I would have cleaned up a little bit for you.”

You shake your head at Olga, giving her a small smile that you’ve reserved just for Alexia’s partner.

“Go sit down on the couch, get your feet up.”

Alexia’s voice is stern, it immediately makes Olga frown at her.

Alexia allows her girlfriend to drag her from the kitchen and into their pantry.

“What’s with the mood?”

Olga’s happy space is her and Ale’s house, it’s supposed to be the one place that the both of them can get away from football and stress.

“Nena is hiding something, she collapsed at training and we don’t really know why but she does and she won’t tell us.”

Olga nods her head, the somehow younger but wiser woman putting on her thinking hat and trying to rationalise what Alexia is telling her.

“Don’t you think it would be smarter to try and be nice to her? I know that she’s fucked up, but it’s clear she just needs some love right now, maybe you should be giving it to her.”

Alexia thinks that Olga doesn’t understand the whole situation, she doesn’t see you everyday, doesn’t see how ragged you are and how deep this issue stems, but she also can’t not listen to her, the woman somehow tends to always be right and she can’t see why that would change now.

“Okay, okay.”

Olga smiles at her, getting up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Alexia’s jaw before pushing her out of the pantry and back into the kitchen.

Alexia is unsurprised to find you dead asleep on her couch, your head lulled against one of her couch pillows. She’s glad, and decides to pocket the inevitable conversation she is going to have to have with you, instead opting to help her girlfriend make lunch.

You sleep for a total of 40 minutes, something that Alexia is less glad about. As soon as she notices you’re awake she’s forcing a bottle of water into your hands and two aspirins. You take them before she shoves them down your throat, taking multiple gulps of the water so Alexia didn’t have another reason to be mad with you.

To be fair, she looked a lot less mad than she had earlier, you wouldn’t even really describe how she looked as mad, more concerned.

Alexia sat down in front of you on the couch, taking a deep breath before she started speaking.

“I’m not going to force you to tell me anything, I understand that you are going through a lot, I just need you to know that I’m here for you, anything you need nena I am here to support you and try and help you however I think best.”

Alexia’s words cut deep for you, it’s a struggle for you not to break out in tears, as much as you really want to.

“I know Ale.”

She nods at you, holding back her own tears, there’s some kind of understanding between the two of you, that you aren’t going to cry or speak, just acknowledge each other for now.

“Olga’s made up the spare room for you, you’ll stay here until you’re in a better place. You’re welcome here and you’ll be no bother for the next couple of weeks.”

You nod your head, biting down on your tongue to stop yourself from arguing back to her.

The rest of the afternoon is fairly similar, you are fed by Olga and then spend the majority of the rest of the day lounging on the couch, occasionally falling asleep, but as Alexia notices, never for longer than 40 minutes. It’s like your body refuses to properly rest.

When dinner comes around you look just as exhausted as you had this morning, you just look a little bit less dead.

After dinner, you head off to bed, alexia’s glad, she’s hoping that you’ll have a nice long proper sleep and that all of this will be solved.

She’s wrong.

Instead of hopping into bed, you pull out your laptop, knowing that if you stand a chance at getting even two hours of sleep it’s not happening any time soon.

You work at your school work, completing the things you hadn’t finished earlier. When 12 o’clock rolls around, you force yourself away from your laptop and underneath the covers of alexia’s extremely comfortable spare bed.

You stare at the roof, every now and again you’ll twitch and for some reason it’ll hurt your brain. You play your favourite song over and over again in your head, praying that it’ll somehow lull you to sleep, it neves does. You stare at the ceiling and try to focus on the sound of the fan. You stare at the ceiling and wonder if the swirl pattern in it is mobing. You think about your favourite film and how the characters used to provide you so much peace. When you remember how much they meant to you, you let a few stray tears fall.

You stare at the ceiling.

Every once and a while, you’ll roll over and press your face into the pillows and pull the covers over your head and hope that if you hide somehow you’ll fall asleep.

Eventually, you’ll fall asleep.

Sometimes it takes hours, all for you to wake up half an hour later feeling as unsatisfied as ever.

It’s how you live, it’s the same routine every night, it’s your normal.

When 4am rolls around and you’ve managed to get a measly twenty minutes or so of sleep, you climb out of the sheets, annoyed that your glass of water is empty. Your eyes are dry and itchy with the feeling of needing to cry, you push that feeling deep into your gut, ignoring the desperate need to ignore your feelings in favour of keeping a strong face.

You try to be as quiet as possible, filling up your glass and taking a seat on Alexia’s couch, looking out of the window of her lounge room at the Barcelona skyline that lights up along her back fence.

“Nena is that you?”

You nearly jump out of your skin.

Alexia is standing in the kitchen, leaning up against the island, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and staring at you inquisitively.

“What are you doing awake?”

The words trigger something in you, it’s probably the half dazed state you’re in, the complete exhaustion and annoyance you’re experiencing at your inability to sleep, but all of a sudden, tears are dripping your face and you don’t know why or how.

Alexia freezes for a second, she’d expected something obviously, but crying was not one of those things.

She’s never seen you cry, she’s never had to deal with a teenager who is breaking down right in front of her eyes. She doesn’t know what to do, or how to help you, all she knows is that you are crying a lot and she is just standing and watching.

The problem solver in Alexia tells her that she has to do something, so she paces her way over to the couch, sitting down beside you and tentatively wrapping an arm around your shoulder. She doesn’t know whether or not it’s the right way to go, but it seems to pay off when you immediately relax into her, your head craning into the pocket of her neck and shoulder. Fresh, warm tears drip down onto Alexia’s skin.

Alexia is tense, her back as straight as a board. She doesn’t normally have to deal with this kind of thing, she doesn’t have to try and sympathise with feelings. She’s not an emotional person herself, she cries once a year normally and that’s on the anniversary of her fathers death.

“Nena, it’s okay, I’m here.”

Alexia’s words are calculated, strategic, like she’s reading them off of google or something. Truly, she doesn’t intend for them to come off that way, but it’s kind of just how they do.

Alexia waits for the tears to stop coming, she figures it has to happen, you can’t just cry forever.

The two of you sit like that, crisscrossed on the couch until you manage to compose yourself, until you’ve cried out all the annoyance and grievances over your current predicament.

In the past, your insomnia would stop you from sleeping for days, but eventually the exhaustion would catch up with you and you would get a good night or a few of sleep, but it had been weeks now of you living in Barcelona and sleep had been avoiding you the whole time.

“Nena, what’s wrong?”

Right now, it feels like everything is wrong, it feels like your whole world is upside and you want it to be normal, you want to just be able to close your eyes and get some fucking sleep.

“I can’t sleep.”

Alexia’s brow furrows.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have had so many energy drinks, no?”

It’s the kind of reply you should have expected.

“No Alexia, I can’t sleep, I have insomnia.”

Alexia struggles with the translation in her head, in-som-ni-a?

“Sorry, what?”

You take a deep shaky breath, pulling your head away from Alexia’s chest so that you can rub the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt.

“Insomnia, I can’t sleep, medically. I have a condition that stops me from being able to sleep regularly.”

Alexia’s head all of a sudden starts working, she’s a little bit behind, it’s 4am after all and she’s struggling to keep her eyes open.

“You can’t sleep?”

You shake your head, Alexia wants to tell you that you’re being silly, but when she sees the pure heart break and exhaustion in your eyes she knows that you can’t be lying. You look so young, tear tracks all over your face and body caved in on itself.

“I can’t sleep.”

It makes more sense to alexia now, all the energy drinks, the exhaustion, the power naps.

“Have you talked to the team doctors about it, I’m sure they could give you medication or something that could make it better, this can’t go on forever, nena.”

You shake your head at Alexia, your exhaustion turning to fear.

“No and you have to promise you won’t either. I’ve been through it, the sleep tests, all of it. I won’t take drugs, you can't make me and I refuse to.”

It’s like you go from being a mellowed out version of yourself to an attack dog.

“Nena, you need help, you can’t keep playing when you can hardly keep yourself standing.”

You shake your head, so fast that Alexia worries you might pass out from the sudden and frequent movements.

“I’m not taking drugs, you can’t make me, I won’t do it.”

Alexia doesn’t know where this sudden defensiveness has come from, but she knows two things. She needs to make sure that you understand that she can be there for whatever you are going through whilst also trying to figure out what is your random refusal to not take medication.

“Wouldn’t it help some?”

It’s hard to explain your complete hatred for any kinds of drugs. You’d grown up in a household where your mom might as well have been a druggie with how little she was invested in your life and where your dad was a legitimate druggie.

You struggled to take paracetamol, let alone any kind of prescribed drug.

You were scared shitless that somehow, you would turn out like your father and that was the last thing you could ever want.

You didn’t come from a loving home, you didn’t come from a place where you got the newest cleats every year and the best training. You came from a home where grocery money was spent on cocaine and any football money was spent on heroin. You’d been lucky enough that you were good enough for England teams to notice you, for academies to notice you. You were always good enough that you didn’t have to fork out the extra money and if you did it was your own money.

That’s why you’d been so eager to get out of England, to come to Spain. It saved you from the lifestyle that you had been so desperate to get away from.

“I’m not going to take medication Ale.”

For a long time, you’d blamed the insomnia on the constant partying that happened at your house as a kid. Your dad was a revolving door house kind of person, there were always people inside of your house, women, druggies, sex workers, partiers. It was never ending, and for a logn while you’d just thought you couldn’t sleep because of the constant noise inside of your house. When you went away for your first camp at 11, you realised that just simply wasn’t it, you had a serious problem. Maybe it was a byproduct of always being in a house full of noise, or maybe it was just your fucked up ness, you just knew that somewhere along the way, everything in your brain started working backwards.

“Nena, you don’t have to take medication, but can you tell me why?”

You figure that you’ve already told Alexia too much, why stop now?

“My dad has drug problems, always has, probably always will. My mom was never really home as a kid, when she was it wasn’t pretty. I don’t want to turn out like them. That’s why I didn’t go home over the break”

Alexia’s heart drops. She’s been through her own problems with her family, her fathers death and so on. But she’s always had something and that is a safe place to go if she ever needs it. Her parents loved her, they did everything to protect her as a child, Alexia grew up in a space where she could be whoever she wanted and her parents would support her. You, to some extent, clearly didn’t and it explained a lot to her. It explained why you were so hesitant to accept help from anyone, and why you were such a lone wolf, you had to be for survival.

Alexia suddenly wraps her arms around you, all of a sudden feeling an overwhelming sense that she has to protect you, that you need her to keep you safe.

You’re crying again, it hurts less this time, it comes more from a place of exhaustion than annoyance and anger.

“I just want to rest Ale, I just want some peace.”

Alexia’s grip tightens, she’s compressing your bones in the best way possible.

“It’s okay nena, I’ve got you, it’s going to be okay.”

Alexia just holds you, until you exhaust yourself so much from the crying that you fall asleep.

She doesn’t want to wake you, not after everything you’ve just confessed to her, so she lays herself down on the couch, keeping you pulled tight to her chest as she drapes a blanket over the two of you and rests down against the pillows, deciding that she might as well get a few hours in for herself.

You wake up to the sun in your eyes and the smell of bacon and pancakes.

You feel better than you have in weeks, blinking the sleep away from your eyes and slowly sitting up as you adjust to your surroundings.

Alexia and Olga are in the kitchen, talking hushedly as Alexia cooks over the stove and Olga rocks with her from behind. It feels and looks intimate and you are so tempted to sneak out of the front door to leave them to their peace and avoid all the obvious issues that are going to have to be unpacked with your captain.

You’re seriously considering, but your plotting is stopped when Olga turns around to grab something and she spots you on the couch, conscious and awake.

“Bon Dia, nena.”

Alexia pivots as well, sending a smile towards you.

“Good morning, what time is it?”

Olga detaches herself from Alexia, moving towards the fridge.

“It’s just past six.”

2 and a half hours of sleep, that’s not bad at all, it’s better than you’ve had in weeks.

“Breakfast is almost done, if you want to take a seat at the table.”

You nod at Alexia, standing up from your spot on the couch and walking over to the dining table, taking a seat at the table and trying to tame your bed head whilst Alexia plates up the food.

The plate she hands you is full of food, bacon, toast, pancakes, sausages, fruit. It reminds you of home in a weird way, it’s not a truly traditional Spanish breakfast, more English and it seems like Ale’s done it for a reason.

She waits until you’ve started to tuck into your food before she starts speaking.

“I’ve scheduled a meeting with Jona and the medical team this morning, for you.”

Your boyd goes from relaxed and at peace to tense, Alexia knows it’s breaking your trust in a way, but she also knows that she’s now obligated to protect you.

“I told you I don't want doctors or drugs.”

Alexia takes a deep breath, looking over at Olga and being reminded that sometimes she has to do hard things.

“I know nena, and i’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, I don’t think I could if I tried, but this can’t keep going. I did some research, there are some really good drugs for people that struggle like you, that aren’t addictive and can help lots. I’m not a doctor and neither are you. We don’t know about these things, it’s not our job, but there are people who do know about this stuff and they can try to help you, really help you. You can’t live like this, it’s not sustainable in any way, we need to find some way to fix this. Whether it’s therapy or medication or resting, you need something and you can’t provide it yourself.”

Alexia words are a punch to the gut, but they also make sense, she knows what she’s talking about.

“You promise that I won’t have to do anything I don’t want to?”

Alexia nods her head, she’s shocked that you’re already sort of agreeing with her.

“I promise nena, I just want to help you somehow, however that may be.”

You take a big bite of your food, and a gulp of the orange juice that Olga has set down next to you.

“I slept better than I have in months last night, because of you, I don’t know how or why but something you did made me sleep and if you think that I need help, then I can’t really argue with that. It needs to be on my own terms though.”

Alexia nods, this is so hard for you, accepting help, accepting that you have a problem that needs fixing.

“Of course nena.”

You nod, drawing all of your thoughts together.

“I think I need help Ale, I want help.”

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Dumb Bunny

Minors DNI

Summary: You and Kai would always compete, ever since you were kids, the two of you would one-up each other at every opportunity. But, now that you're older, you're starting to notice the differences between the two of you...

Warnings: Male reader, Blowjob, Throat fucking, Bigdickkai, Wall fucking, multiple orgasms, reader dumification, degradation, shower masturbation, fingering, college au rivals, unprotected sex, cum eating, creampie, rough sex

Wordcount: 3.6k

This is a request!

Knock Knock Knock

The loud knocking at your dorm room door shook you out of your sleep. "Y/n!? I know you're in there! I don't have my keys, lemme in!" A voice pierced the silence of your room.

You rolled over, trying to cover your ears.

"WAKE UP!" The voice shouted again, louder this time while there was more banging on the door.

You dragged yourself out of the bed, stumbling over to the door. As soon as you unlocked the door, it opened and almost hit you in the face. The light from the hallway spilled in as a shadow entered your room.

The shadow moved the light switch and brightened the room, illuminating his face. "You sleep like a log." Kai's black hair was a mess, he was wearing grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt.

"And you're forgetful. This is the third time this week that you forgot your keys." You rubbed your eyes as you got used to the light.

"I was in a rush, I had to get to the gym and I left them in my other bag. He said as he started digging in his backpack, searching for his keys.

You had morning classes, and Kai had ones toward the afternoon, so you had time for mid-day naps while he always rushed to make it through the day. It's always been like that for the two of you. You've always been three steps ahead, but his natural dumb luck would help him keep up with you. Even when you met for the first time in middle school at an award ceremony for high grades. You'd worked your ass off, day and night, to get your scores up, and Kai slept through every class. But still, he'd get higher scores than you. Which only pushed you to work harder to beat him. Every competition, you'd ruin your sleep schedule to one-up him, and he'd somehow make it a tie or barely beat you...

You walked into the bathroom to wash your face, and Kai started changing out of his gym clothes. The both of you managed to get a spot in the honors college dorm room, only available for students with a certain GPA upon enrolling, and you ended up being slotted with him since your other roommate strangely transferred out before the semester started. Leaving you in the company of your worst enemy that you've had for several years.

You closed the door to the bathroom and started getting undressed for your shower when you heard the doorknob shake.

"No way you're about to shower," Kai said through the door.

"You should've been quicker." You giggle to yourself as you take your time getting ready.

He shook the doorknob again. "Come on! You knew I wanted to shower–I always shower right after the gym. You're going to make me late for class!"

"Not my problem. You should just shower at the gym. That's why there are locker rooms."

"No!" Kai kicked the door, "there's no way I'm showering over there! It smells horrible, and there's a bunch of people there. Please let me shower first!"

"Not gonna happen, you always leave hair in the shower, and it's fucking gross. And I have somewhere to be, too!"

"Well, you take thirty years, and you're not even washing your hair!"

"How do you know!?"

"You washed it yesterday! I could smell your shampoo."

"Are you sure that wasn't you using mine?"

"I was running out of my own! I said I'd buy you a new one!" Kai kicked the door again, harder this time. "Like, let me shower with you at least, I can't miss this class. I have an exam next week, and today's the review day, and there's no way I'm going while smelling like B.O.!" Kai stepped away from the door and shoulder-checked it, shaking the entire door.

You jumped at the thud. "You idiot! If you break this door, I'm not paying to get it fixed!" You covered yourself with a towel before opening the door.

Kai looked like he was ready to try hitting the door again before you opened it. "Thank you." He was covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his face, and his clothes dark in some spots. But what stuck out was his hard dick swinging in his sweatpants.

You looked away, covering your eyes. "Jesus, dude, no underwear again?"

He chuckled. "Don't act like you don't like seeing it anyway. I've caught you looking a few times."

"Fuck you." You spat back at him. You tried to walk past time but he blocked the way. "Can you move already?"

"You said you had to go somewhere, so we both gotta shower. We can share. We're both dudes." Kai said as he stripped his shirt off before you.

"Gross, I'll pass–"

"Stop being a bitch and get in the shower." His voice was more serious this time, not like his usual nagging. Without his sweatshirt, his figure was a little more imposing, especially with freshly pumped muscles.

You awkwardly submitted to him without any extra argument, moving into the shower. If Kai wanted, he could've easily carried you into the shower, so it was better not to push him. There was shuffling from the other side of the curtain before it parted. You instinctually turned away from him, feeling warm in your ears.

"Turn the water on. Don't make the water too hot. I'm not looking to sit in a sauna." He commanded.

You braced as you turned on the water. Ice-cold water ran across your skin, immediately making you scoot backward into Kai.

"Watch it." Kai put his hand on your back to stop you from moving closer to him.

"I-Its cold!"

He sighed. "Then switch with me. You can lather up while I get some time in the water."

You slowly started scooting in his direction, trying not to look at him. But Kai started getting impatient, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you behind him. You peeked over your shoulder to see his broad back facing you, water running down it. You never really looked at Kai's backside, but he was more muscular than he looked under his baggy clothes.

"The soap," Kai said, handing you the bottle, not turning around.

You took it from him. Now facing his back, you couldn't help but notice how big his butt was. He loved working leg days, but he'd always been blessed with a better ass than you... You could feel your whole body getting hot while looking him over so closely. You felt like a perverted weirdo, looking at him like that. You turned around, facing the wall, and started lathering soap onto you, waiting for Kai to switch with you again.

"The water's not cold, so we can switch now." He muttered.

You switched places with him again, letting the soap rinse off you. It felt better to face the wall, but you couldn't stop thinking about Kai standing right behind. You could feel your dick twitch at the thought, your breath hitched as you tried to focus. But your concentration was cut off by a soft sigh, almost a moan but it was cut short. Your book ran cold. Did you somehow slip a moan out and not even realize it? You peeked over your shoulder to see Kai's reaction, but his back was turned to you.

Kai's eyes were squeezed shut, gently and quietly jerking himself off while biting his lip to keep quiet.

You faced the water again, throat dry but your body tingling. "H-Hey, I think I'm ready to get out now."

"O-Oh, yeah, okay. I'll finish up, you can go first..." Kai said, barely loud enough to hear over the shower.

You stepped out of the shower, water dripping on the floor as you left Kai alone. You hurried out of the bathroom, changed clothes, and crawled back into bed. All you could think about was Kai jerking off...

You tossed in your bed until your leg rubbed against your cock, grinding against you. You couldn't stop yourself from slipping your hand into your pants, stroking yourself slowly. Your eyes slowly shut as you get more into it.

"Kai...," you softly moaned his name.

You could feel him hover over you, whispering seductively. "Oh? Getting into something and calling out for me?"

You replied with a moan, wanting more from him.

Kai's hands moved to your sides, sliding up your torso. His hair tickled your face as it swept across your face.

"Are you daydreaming? Y/n?" He cooed. "Why don't you open your eyes and see the real thing."

Your eyes cracked open in confusion to see Kai sitting over you. You didn't even hear him turn off the shower, much less get so close.

"What's wrong, y/n? You were having so much fun a second ago.." Kai slid his hand over your hard-on, earning a rewarding flinch from you. "Touching yourself to me, even though I'm in the next room, how shameful."

Your face got hot again. "Well, it– You. You were doing it too!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Me? When?"

"In our shower together! I saw you jacking off, and moaning in secret."

"Y/n. I just got back home." He said flatly.

"No, we just showered together..." You muttered.

He shook his head. "I just got back from the gym. I remembered my keys this time, so I let myself in. I thought you were sleeping until you called me, and I saw you like this." He chuckled. "Did you dream all that!?"

You tried to push him off you, but he was firm in his position over you.

"Okay, laugh it up or do whatever you're gonna do." You crossed your arms and let your head fall against the bed, waiting for Kai's endless teasing to begin.

You were instead greeted by Kai's mouth meeting yours, his hands grabbing yours and holding them above your head.

"You should be careful about letting me do 'whatever' to you." Kai bit at your neck

"Kai–" You tried to push him, but he had to much of a grip on you.

"You wanted me so badly in your dream, so why can't I want you back?" He giggled as he licked at the new mark forming on your neck.

"I don't understand..." You shyly muttered.

He let you go, letting you sit up as he held you. "It's okay if you don't understand. I do. You finally get it, that I'm better. You've given up fighting me, and now you're willing to be my second place."

You reeled away from him. "That's not what this is about!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it?" His hands smoothly moved to lace his fingers with yours. "You can feel it. You can't really beat me, I'm just naturally better. I'm smarter, stronger, and faster than you. You're so fucked up by me that it made you obsessed, so much that you couldn't even really realize it. Your brain couldn't handle it so your body decided to spell it out for you." He said in the condescending tone he loved to use when talking to you.

He continued, "To be honest. I wanted to impress you in the beginning when we met. So I tried to work hard to get you to see me, to show my feelings for you. But then, you went crazy about me. About beating me, don't even lie that you didn't. I could always tell you'd do anything to be better than me." Kai slowly slid you back down onto the bed, towering over you. His hand slid into your pants, gripping your cock.

Your whole body melted under his touch, reacting like electricity. But you didn't get why...

Kai quickly and roughly jerked you off while he spoke in between neck kisses. "You can't even put words together, can you? My dumb little bunny. You're just so in love with me, you can't fight it anymore. You're even dreaming of me."

Something in your brain snapped when he called you a dumb bunny. You finished his hand, body jerking at the sensation.

"Oh no, bunny. Did I tell you to do that?"

You shook your head no.

"Speak."

"No, you didn't..." You muttered in defeat. Every word and touch made it feel like you were falling deeper into quicksand. You tried to think about it, the moment you fell for him. But you could only see Kai in every memory. You knew you hated him beating you, but you also had a feeling of enjoying his teasing when he beat you.

"Then, take your pants off," Kai commanded.

Your body moved before your brain understood, stripping off your pants and waiting for more directions.

"Can you suck me off? You like cock, don't you? You dumb slutty bunny."

You nod mindlessly. You loved hearing him call you Bunny. Hearing him call you dumb slowly made the static in your brain get stronger. You weren't really thinking anymore.

Kai pulled down his pants and let his thick cock slap against his toned stomach. He sat you up on your knees and stood at the edge of the bed. He let out a sharp breath as you took his cock in your hands, and let your tongue slide out to gently lick his tip.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" He whispered.

You look up at him with shy wet eyes, nodding.

"Then, I'll make it a good time for you. You'll crave me even more after this..." Kai pushed your mouth on him, pushing you to take him. Moaning and closing his eyes as he felt his shaft enter your mouth.

You struggled to handle him, but Kai didn't let it stop you.

He pushed more, urging you to take more. And you obeyed without a second thought, taking as much of his length as you could. "Take a deep breath and hold it bunny. I'm going to push you."

You felt Kai pull out of your mouth completely, giving you the chance to breathe. You held your breath as you felt him hold your head in place. His tip pointed at your mouth, waiting patiently for you to allow his entry. You opened your mouth and he slowly pushed in, keeping you from moving. Inch by inch, it slid into your mouth. Your eyes shut as your body twitched.

"Good, bunny." Kai moaned as he kept going. "Almost there, just a little more." Kai let out a louder moan and stopped moving, his cock buried completely in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you fell limp in his grip. "No gagging? Oh, you're such a special slut, aren't you? I'll get a little rough with you then..."

Kai pulled out completely again before slamming his cock back into your mouth, fucking into it while holding you in place. The noises are so wet and gross, but you couldn't help but love every second. Your throat burned, your jaw ached, Kai pulled at your hair tightly, and tears streamed down your face, but Kai's moans kept you going.

You could feel the muscles in Kai's thighs tensing. His body heat growing. You moaned in excitement.

"Oh, you're ready for it? Then, here's your first reward!" Kai shouted as he came down your throat.

Pump after pump, his eyes rolling back and face contouring into pleasure. It was so much that you couldn't swallow everything, and it started leaking out of your mouth. "Oh, well that's okay for your first time. But I'd prefer it if you swallowed as much as you can. It's less messy."

You felt Kai pulling away but tried to use your mouth to suck on him more, pulling him in. You swallowed as much as you could, almost every drop. Then kept sucking on his shaft.

"J-Jesus! Bun, wait–calm down!" Kai moaned.

His body tried to pull away, but you used your hands to hold him.

"Bunny! Stop!" Kai shouted at you.

You snapped back to reality and let him go. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..."

Kai lifted your chin. "It seems like you want more, right?"

You, embarrassed, nodded.

"Beg for me then. Tell me you want more."

You threw away the last ounce of dignity that you had. "Kai, I really love your cock. Please give me more! I'm such a dumb, stupid, bunny. I'm only good for whatever you want me to do. I–I..."

Kai smiled. "You, what?"

"I'm just a cock slut for you. I only want your dick..."

Kai laughed softly. "I know, bunny. You really are crazy about me... So, go, lay down. On your stomach"

You listened to him as you lay on the bed. Face down, your back instantly arching.

"Oh, what a perverted bunny. You already know the position... And what great for you have." Kai said as his hand traced your arch and stopped on your ass, giving it a hard smack and earning a pitiful yelp from you. "Stay here, I need to prepare you. Talk to me if something's not right."

You wait patiently as you hear Kai shuffle around the room, looking for things and opening drawers on his desk. You feel a cold liquid hit your whole, slimy and drippy. You shiver for a moment, but the cold is immediately replaced by the introduction of a warm finger inside of you. Your body reacts and pulls away from it, but Kai holds you in place.

"It's your first time, so it's going to be a little difficult. But if you run, it will be more difficult." Kai takes his time preparing you, talking to you the whole time. checking on you, making sure you're able to handle the next level as he moves in with more fingers. "Okay, it's time. Now's the chance to stop if you need Bunny. You came twice just from me prepping you..."

You were sweating and drooling on the sheets. You could barely form real words, but you knew you went through all of that for a reason. You needed him in you. Your body shuddered as you let an embarrassingly loud moan, begging for Kai.

"Okay, then. We'll keep going." He whispered as he slicked his member up. "Remember to keep breathing."

You took long deep breaths as you felt his tip positioned outside your hole. One of his hands held your hip and guided you backward onto him. You felt it enter you, and you could almost see colors. It was so hot, that all your brain could muster was the word hot.

"Oh, it's hot, so hot, very, hot cock." You drooled.

"It's not hot, it's just not your body temperature. You'll get used toit."

You twitched as he pushed slowly deeper into you.

"You're doing such a good job, bunny. Just hang in there."

You could feel Kai splitting you apart with how thick he was. And it felt like there was no end to his cock. You thought every inch would be the last but it just kept going. But then he hit the bundle of nerves that made you almost scream and buck backward onto him, forcing the rest into you. Your mouth hung open, drool slipping out, and your eyes started to lose focus.

"Bunny! Are you okay?" Kai stroked your back, not wanting to move.

After a few minutes of not moving, you managed to get back under control.

Kai stared at you in disbelief. "I don't know you did it, but you're seriously taking all of me... Feel it." Kai took your hand and pressed it to your stomach, letting you feel a small bump in your gut. "You have me so deep in you, bunny. Good job!" Kai shifted you, leaning you into his arms. Your back against his chest. "Now, here's the really fun part..."

Kai lifted you off the bed, cock still in you, and maneuvered you against the wall. He spun you around on his cock so your back was against the wall, so he could look at you while fucking you.

"Look at you, so easy to toss around." He said as he did his first thrust into you.

"So cute with my cock inside you, bulging your tummy." He said as he did two more thrusts.

"Twitching, squeezing, and milking my cock. You want me, bunny?"

You nodded. "Please fuck me, Kai. I need this!"

Kai didn't respond, he pressed you harder into the wall and started slamming into you. He held you against the wall the whole time while fucking you, kissing you on your neck and lips. Occasionally licking away your tears while you rode out the waves of pleasure splashing into you. Kai stopped holding back completely, going even faster, making you cum all over the both of you.

"My turn," Kai grunted as he slammed into you, holding your hips against his body to get as deep as he could. He drains his balls into you, every last drop pouring into you as he uses one hand to feel his cock in your stomach as it pumps into you.

Kai took his time to breathe before guiding you back to the bed and laying you down carefully. "Did you live, bunny?"

You breathlessly nodded. You came at least 4 times in one session and were this close to passing out. Your lips were red and swollen, your hair a mess, and had a necklace of kiss marks around your neck.

"Well, bunny. Now that you're mine. It's my job to take care of you now. So why don't I give you a nice shower..." Kai chuckled as he kissed your forehead. He carried you into the bathroom as you started dozing off, leaning on him as he cleaned you...

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twstddream · 2 years

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If your request are still open can I ask for some hc of Savanaclaw trio, Octavinelle trio , and the diasomnia gang reacting to:

Twst boy: what you reading there?

Mc: *walking out of room* 101 ways to seduce a male _____" (ie. Hyena, fae or octopus) ~❤

I’m not gonna lie, I had no clue how to write this. But, I’m giving it a shot. The MC will be more flirty, but aloof at the same time. And just for y’all Che’nya lovers, I added him to the list :)

THIS WAS REQUESTEDLAST OCTOBER I’M SO SORRY

Story outline: The boys notice you reading a book. Now they’re subjected to your interesting reading material

GN!Reader by default. No personal pronouns used besides they/them.

Ambiguous relationship with the boys.

• Leona had few things he cared about at Night Raven College. Those being magical shift tournaments, napping under the shade of his favourite tree in the botanical garden, and you. He often found himself pouring all of his love and attention into you, and you didn’t mind reciprocating one bit.

So of course he’d notice once your attention starts to waver from him.

• You see, just a few days ago, Ruggie had approached you asking for help in returning and checking out some new books for classes. After messing around with Ruggie for a bit (and being told to quiet down more than a handful of times) you both had stumbled across a rather fascinating book. At the behest of the cheeky hyena boy, you had checked “How to Seduce Afterglow Savannah Beastmen” out of the library.

• Nothing much gets past Leona, even when’s asleep he’s somehow acutely aware of his surroundings. You knew it wouldn’t be long before he sat up and badgered you about whatever, but you wanted to control the topic today.

• Finally stirring from his catnap, he noticed that damned book in your hands. He only stared for a few moments, waiting for you to engage with him, but you hadn’t.

• “Oi, herbivore,” Leona finally spoke up “what’s that book you have there, hm? Is it really that much more important than me?” He teased.

• Ohoho, he fell right into your trap.

You held up the still-open book in your hands for him to read.

“Nothing much, Leona. I just picked up a book I thought looked interesting today...”

Now that he can read the chapter you were on his eyes widen in shock

“... How to Seduce a Male Lion Beastman”

• “Hah? What are you trying to start here, human?” he bore his fangs lightly

• This was the time to play dumb.

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m not trying to start anything, Leona. I’m just indulging in a good book.” You replied, all while batting your eyelashes sweetly at him.

• “You’re reading that in my bed, forgive me for making such accusations.” His sarcasm did not go unnoticed. But after that he flipped over and fell asleep.

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• After the initial incident, he expected you to drop it, but to his utter surprise (and slight embarrassment) you once again brought that damn book to his dorm room. What’s more, he’s seen that you’ve made significant progress in the book, 3/4 of the way finished judging by the bookmark you’ve left stuck between the pages.

• Leona lets out a heavy, laboured sigh. He knows you’re not gonna drop this until you get the reaction you want.

“I’ll indulge you just this once, herbivore,” Leona rolls over and faces towards you, laying on his side with his arms propping himself up, an expectant look on his face

“Hit me with your best shot. I wanna see you put that rotten book to use. If it turns out that you’ve been wasting your time, I’ll be looking forward to see how you make it up to me.”

• Okay, nothing to worry about, all you have to do is uhhh...

• Being put on the spot like this has made you forget everything you’ve (jokingly) read.

• In your panic you did the only thing your malfunctioning brain could think to do. You lean in and place a quick peck on his lips, quickly retreating to your side of the bed, placing your face in your hands and curl your body away from the lion beastman now sat at attention next to you.

• Leona let out a loud and boisterous laugh, something so rarely elicited from the normally lazy and jaded prince.

"Hahahah! You really though you had something there, didn’t you?” His laughter quickly but quietly died down, and he became serious. Taking advantage of the now slightly-tense atmosphere, he trailed on,

“Hah, in all honesty, I don’t think you need some book to ‘seduce’ me. You’ve got me wrapped around your finger..” his voice died off towards the end but you heard him perfectly fine.

• “Well, if we’re admitting truths here, I didn’t think I’d get this far.” You shyly confess.

• Staying silent, but nodding to acknowledge what you said, he shifted closer to you and leaned in, a soft plea on his lips

“Do it again...”

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“I’m waiting to see how you’ll make it up to me. And no more of these soft affections, I expect you to fully devote yourself to me from now on, and to honour me properly.”

• Ruggie has taught you many things. To enjoy the small pleasures that life brings, how to efficiently utilize everything you’re given, and his most important of imparted knowledge, how to have a good laugh.

• Ruggie isn’t one for practical jokes per se, but he’s always up for messing with and teasing others’ when the opportunity presents itself (and it’s safe to do so.) He’ll rope you into his badgering on occasion, and he’s sure to share the blame with you (even if you didn’t actually do anything.)

• With all of his past jests in mind, you decide to mess with him yourself. The poor boy is so easy to fluster with genuine affection, it’s easy to come up with the method of which you’re going to torment him.

• You pick up a book from a small library on Sage Island and quickly employ all that you’ve learned. All that you’ve learned was, essentially, to walk funny. Hilarious diagrams were shown, and you were convinced you had it down pat. Now all there was to do was to, ahem, present yourself to the hyena boy. Even if it was embarrassing you were sure he’d get a laugh out of it, even if your original intent was to set the boy’s heart aflutter (through unconventional means, that is.)

• But then you decided your pride and dignity are more important than doing a funny walk. So you opted to just present the book to him.

• It was easy to track down Ruggie down in the Savanaclaw dorm. He was always running around doing various chores and tasks, ever the dutiful golden goose- er, hyena.

He notices you approaching and quickly whistles in your direction while sending you a short wave of acknowledgement.

• Time to enact your master plan. Quickly jogging over to the young boy, you pull out your prized possession and call out,

“Oi, Ruggie! I wanted to ask you some questions!”

The second year’s tail started wagging wildly behind him.

• You want to ask him a question, meaning you want his help with something? Out of everyone you went to him. Oh, he was over the moon.

‘What’s that you’re holding? A book? So you want help with studying, huh? It’s gonna cost you though. Hmm, what should he charge you, a meal at the cafeteria? Or maybe some help with shopping? Oh wait you’re right in front of him now uh oh -were you saying something?’

• His agape mouth only opened even more when he spotted the title of the book you brought along with you.

“101 Ways to Seduce a Male Hyena”

• “He- hey! What are you doing with something like that, huh?! Are you trying to start something?!”

You responded with a simple nod and a loose smile. His cheeks were dusted with a dull pink, and his widened eyes were twitching ever so slightly. A beautiful sight, indeed. Unfortunately for you, he recovered quickly, his gaze shying away and holding his hand to his mouth to muffle his words and hide his face.

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, you know that? As compensation, I expect you to help me with this laundry.”

• Okay, fair enough. You got what you wanted. You throw the book on top of the pile of already folded clothes and get to work, Ruggie still avoiding your curious gaze.

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“If you’re gonna do such a poor job then I might as well teach you myself. I’ll let you know though, I’m very much a hands-on kind of teacher, shishishi~! And it won’t be cheap either! But I guess since you’re so eager to learn, I might give you a discount. Only because we’re this close...”

• Jack liked his routine, it was familiar, and it helped improve what he considered essential in his life. He can appreciate that you join in on his daily training, or studying. Even if you’re not joining in, and all you’re doing is passing him his water or towel, or handing him a new pen when is runs out. You’re kind like that.

• With that being said Jack didn’t expect you to enter his dorm room holding a book with the title “How to attract a wolf beastman” because why would someone like you do that. You wouldn’t do that, right?

• He rubs his eyes and sees that he is, in fact, not having the strangest nightmare of his life. No, this is real alright.

“Jack! Just the man I wanted to see!” You greet, inviting yourself to sit on his bed, choosing not to make a comment on the flustered state of your best friend.

Jack is stuck in place, feeling like he just got pushed into a surprise ice bath.

• His reaction really isn’t anything other than switching between a mixture of shock, mortification, and the tiniest bit of envy.

• But why envy? Why I feel jealous over what is clearly a small prank. Is it that I feel insignificant enough for them to do this, but then again, in them going through with their prank does that make me special? But would they do this with just anyone? If it garnered the same result, would they try and fluster just about anyone? Agh, thinking about all of this is useless!

• Nothing prepared you for Jack crossing the room and ripping the book out of your hands faster than you could blink. He holds the book loosely in one hand, his other placed on his hips, and holding the book as far away from him as he can, all the while reprimanding you with his glare alone.

“You’re crazy, you know that? I don’t want to have to deal with the aftermath of your messes, especially when you pull stuff like this. What if it was anyone else but me? Someone less savoury and can’t take a joke or a no. I don’t want you getting hurt over such a small trick...”

“What do you mean ‘it’s only for me’!? That’s it! Out!”

• Jack couldn’t stay mad for too long and went to apologize to you for his outburst with an offer of lunch in the cafeteria. Which you found strange, he was the victim of the prank, not you? Why apologize for getting (appropriately) angry?

• He took your fucking lunch that’s why. He’s a damn scoundrel and a liar.

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“What do you think you’re doing?! ..Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not flustered at all! I’m concerned for your well-being is all; carrying something like that around in Savanaclaw is sure to bring about some unwanted attention. Of course, I’ll protect you from any rowdy students, don’t mistake me for some scoundrel... I know you were looking for my attention, and now that you’ve got it, I don’t want you seeking out another’s. Heh, you’re crazy for doing this, but don’t expend that effort for anyone else. Only me, got it?”

• Azul tries so hard to keep up his suave businessman persona, but he fails miserably. He’s slumping into himself, face red, with his mouth agape. He looked ridiculous.

• Genuinely has an anime glasses crack moment. He sits silent in his seat but quickly starts sputtering nonsense and averts his gaze, looking everywhere but you.

• It takes a monumental amount of effort to not start reading off a paragraph from the book. But you decide that Azul’s in enough agony as it is.

• “My dear, is there ah- any particular reason for your visit today?” The poor octomer looked about ready to burst, all while trying to compose himself.

“Not that I don’t enjoy your visits and our time together, no, no. Any time spent with you is time well spent! But I- you see- uhm...” He rambles on.

• Standing from your seat, you make your way over the dazed man, stopping mere inches from him, and lowering yourself to look him in the eyes (which was hard since he was doing the exact opposite of what you were doing)

When his eyes finally dart to yours, he gains a hopeful expression. It was a cute site. His faint blush, slightly ajar mouth, while he looks up at you beneath the rim of his hat with that timid expression, it truly was a marvelous site. Little did Azul know, these expressions are exactly what make you keep pulling stunts like this.

• You quickly flip his hat down onto his face, and let out the lightest of laughs, thought it was at his expense, Azul found your laugh to be simply angelic and (begrudgingly) worth the embarrassment.

• It was a quick and easy solution, his last resort to save face, Azul invites you to a free dinner at the Mostro Lounge, with him as your guest, of course. And with your eager acceptance, he begins to plan the perfect date.

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“What are you laughing at? My face? You’re laughing at my face?! ... Oh. You meant my expression... Well, yes, yes, it was a funny joke, you don’t need to keep laughing so hard, please exert some effort to keep your dignity in tact. Though I’m not sure you have much left, let alone care about regaining or sustaining it...”

• Desperate to seem actually interested in the subject of the book currently in your hands, you walked and read at the same time. Which isn’t always the best idea, as it’s left you open to stumbling into walls and fellow students alike. But then you accidentally got invested in the reading material, and you found yourself reading it for real, flipping the pages at a rapid yet steady pace.

This is how you found yourself floundering about the empty yet claustrophobic walkways of the Mostro Lounge to your assigned table. When it hit you, literally, that you were so focused on your book that you neglected everything (and everyone) that was around you. You ran into just the eel you wanted to see.

• “Do keep your attention and guard up around these parts, it’s quite rude to ignore those in your presence, not to mention easy to slips things by you. Not that I’m suggesting any harm shall befall upon you, but it is best to be careful. Now, may I recommend reading over our menu, seeing as you’re quite the voracious reader.” He lightly chuckles at his little comment at the end.

• You honestly did not know how you missed the presence of Jade, what with his tall stature and somewhat menacing aura, and also the fact that you were reading this damned book just for him, so he really should be the person you’re most alert to right now, but that seems to not be the case.

• The leering grin on his face clues you in on the fact that he has definitely seen your reading material, and definitely expects you to make your move. That sadist.

• He’s curious as to what you’ll do. Will you deploy any tactics? Or will you stumble over yourself in an attempt to save face? Is that even a concern of yours?

He finds your reaction and next actions endearing anyways. Whether this was all a joke to fluster him (which he’ll never admit it, but it worked) or an honest attempt to study the culture of his species, or something else, he’s enraptured by your boldness.

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“I thank you for choosing to dine with us today. And trust me when I say that I’m not just spouting rhetorics, I truly am grateful to have seen you today. You and your antics... Please continue to show me such interesting things. In that regard, I am in your care”

• Floyd didn’t like boring things. This was a fact everyone knew. So to really capture his attention and catch his interest, you decided to (perhaps) step out of character and do something spontaneous. Something that’ll hopefully catch him off-guard and get a laugh out of him.

You already held his attention and affection, of course. But what’s wrong with a bit of harmless whimsy?

• Turns out a lot, actually. All you wanted to do was show off your book to him and maybe get a chuckle out of it, but Floyd thought of this as a passion-filled chase and promptly rose from his seat and sprinted full-speed at you. Which led to you boarding yourself inside of Ramshackle with the crazed eel-man banging on your front door. Grim was wailing upstairs, telling you he knew it was a bad idea, the ghosts were arming themselves with brooms and mops. It as a disaster.

• You half-expected your door to be bust down and for you to resign yourself to your fate of being squeezed to an inch of your life, until the deafening knocking on your door quieted down to nothing. But you knew he hadn’t left, and you knew it was a bit cruel to the boy to run away like you did. However, he truly seemed like a predator chasing his prey.

You took a deep breath in, and approached the door as you exhaled. Preparing for the violent hug of your closest friend. You closed your eyes as you turned the handle, and let out a gasp of air as you were tackled to the ground.

• “Shrimpy! You’re so mean, y’know that? Locking me out of your home when you started all of this!” The boy’s tackled hug had knocked the breath out of you, but he didn’t seem to mind your panting, as he rubs his cheek against yours and pets your head.

“You owe me something, don’t you think?” He turned serious all too suddenly, lifting his head to stare into your eyes with his mismatched own.

“How about a date!?” He cheerily proposes, his menacing air dissipating completely.

Why not, you decide. Spending time with Floyd was what you wanted all along.

“And, you can show me all the stuff you learned. Won’t that be fun? It better be good though, I don’t want anything lazy.” There’s the Floyd you know and love.

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“So about that date, I was thinking of taking you to the Coral Sea and dumping some swimming lessons on you! Doesn’t that sound fun? Hm, no? Well too bad, we’re doing it anyways! I won’t let you drown, don’t worry, but I can’t guarantee I won’t toy with you a bit. It’s only fair, you know? Accept your punishment~”

• The devotion you invest into your relationships is what made Malleus sure that you were the right one. The right one for what? Only time will tell, but he’s fine with anything. Your love, your disdain, your affection, he’ll gladly accept it all. So when you threw yourself into the study of his culture and home country, he felt honoured. And he knew that would understand how wonderful Briar Valley was. You just had to.

• So imagine his surprise when he catches you reading what he considers such a scandalous book. Were you, his child of man, truly interested in the courting methods of the fae?

• He’d spend many silent hours pondering on whether or not this interest was surface level, or if it delved deeper. Were you reading just to understand it from a clinical perspective? Or were you truly looking to take up a lover, and if so, who?

• Malleus hoped with all his heart that he was on your mind as you flipped through the pages, that it was his hands and fingers you envisioned when prompted with the thought of exchanging rings and vows, that it was his hair you would keep in a locket safe and secure around your neck. His body, mind, and soul belonged to you, and he knew it. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“Child of man, I see you are studying up on the courting methods between humans and faeries, are you not? I thought as much. Tell me, does your heart yearn for another when you read these passages? Does it ache with the passion of young love maturing? I wonder, do you feel what I feel?”

• Ohoho, has someone caught your eye, young prefect? For you to indulge yourself in reading something so improper, oh it must be someone special.

• Of course Lilia knows. He knows everything, apparently, and he knows you know that he knows. And he’s gonna give you the run-around.

It’s all “Oh, where did you pick up this book of yours?” this and Any particular reason that it caught your eye?” that. “Anyone on your mind lately, prefect? Don’t you worry, I won’t tell a soul, I promise.” He says as he throws in a wink at the end. You swear he’s not worth the trouble, but you know you’re lying to yourself in thinking that.

• Lilia now hovers around you more (literally), more than he ever has. He’ll pop in and strike up a conversation while you do the most mundane things. The old man can’t help but want to hog up all your free-time, and then some. How can he help himself? You’re just so cute in his eyes!

• I wouldn’t call him flustered per se, but he’s definitely moved by your gesture, now matter how comedic it started out as. The old bat often finds himself thinking of you, but now with the added details of a life spent together. Oh how he wishes to raise some children with you, he hopes you’ll accept that. He hopes that you’ll accept him, the real him, underneath his spontaneity and tailored youth.

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“Prefect! I see you still have your nose buried in that old book of yours. Say, how about instead of some light reading, we have some fun. just the two of us, some quality time for us both. We both know the importance of time and how we spend it, at least, I do, and if you accept my offer, I can teach you the importance of time as well. In fact! Why don’t I cook us both a traditional meal, hm? Surely that will bridge the gap between us!”

• “HUMAN! Just what do you think you’re reading?! Do you know the disrespect you are exhibiting towards the Young Master and fae kind right now by even holding that book?!” The usual volume of Sebek’s voice seemed like a whisper compared to the sheer screeching he was hurtling in your direction. The few students still lingering in the cafeteria turned towards the two of you, but quickly dismissed you both. You opted to put on a brave face, and turn your full attention towards the green-haired boy.

“Sebek! Just the man I wanted to see! Come, sit, sit!” You eagerly pat the empty seat next to you. Begrudgingly, Sebek takes a seat, posture stiff and rigid. But he seems to have a softer look to his countenance.

• “You know, Sebek, I may just be a lowly human compared to you, but I want to learn how to love you the way you want me to.” Your heartfelt confession surprised even you.

Sebek flinched at your words, though you didn’t mean them harshly, quite the opposite, actually. He cast his gaze downwards, folding his hands into his lap and thinking intently. Understanding that he needs to compose his thoughts to properly convey what he means to say, you let him take his time. Offering him a small smile.

• Suddenly, he shoots up from his seat at the table and extends his hand towards you, a determined look on his face.

“I see that I’ve been unnecessarily rude, and perhaps even offended you. Please let me rectify this oversight of mine!” The sparkle in his eyes is too endearing, you’d have accepted his apology regardless, but the genuine shine of regret and hope enchants you even more as you take his hand.

• It’s only when he starts to lead you out of the cafeteria do you snap out of it and wonder where you’re going. But you trust Sebek not to lead you astray.

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“Devote yourself fully to your studies, and it will bare fruit. Hmph! I see that this book is insufficient in teaching you all you wish to learn. Follow me! Where to you ask? To Diasomnia, of course! I’ll be teaching you myself all there is to know. Perhaps even Lilia can offer some assistance.. No! It must be me! Well, what are you waiting for? We start at once.”

• Che’nya was rarely ever on school campus grounds, except for Heartslabyul, and he never strayed too far from there when he did visit. The only hope you had of puling a trick on the cat boy was to attend every Unbirthday Party that you could. Even then, there wasn’t a guarantee he would show up. And if he did show up, there was no guarantee that he would show himself either. All in all, you were subject to embarrass yourself every Unbirthday Party until you got your desired results.

• Now, Che’nya isn’t as sadistic as Jade, or as playful as Lilia in the sense that he’s gonna drag this out for a long time. He’s gonna milk your reaction to his antics that are a response to your antics, but he’s happy to accept this small jest and he’ll take it in stride.

• Much like a cat he takes a seat in your lap, arms wrapped around your shoulders while he dangles his legs back and forth, flashing that cheshire grin of his at you.

“Nyeh, what’cha reading there? Is it something more important than me?” He makes a show of leaning into the open book in your hands, slowly moving his eyes along the pages while letting out a small hum. He finally snaps up straight and once again leans into the personal space of your face.

“Oh! It’s for me! Isn’t that precious!” He leers in a playful manner. Cuddling himself further into your half-hearted embrace. His tail knocks the book from your hands and onto the ground with a loud thud.

“Whoops! Nyahaha now you have to pay attention to me !” His tail flicks you on your nose and continues to hover there.

“Okay, Che’nya, you have my full attention.”

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“Don’t you think that book is a bit old-fashioned? I say just do what mew want, haha! There should be nothing to worry about if it’s true love. Nyah? That was out of character for me? You’ll see that I’m full of surprises~”

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I went ham on Leona’s part and then immediately fell short on everyone else.

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silkkorchid · 19 days

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What went down in TWST rp in a week-

Covers 3/30 - 4/5

This week was ok ish…

NRC therapist and Gardening club seems to be planning something against Mrs. Rosehearts…

NRC Newspaper club has a new member called, Atlas, seeming to be an unofficial prophet for NRC, thanks to his Unique Magic.

There is a Dance Club at NRC now-

One of the hosts and the host club seem to have a questionable draft that was soon posted by another host. I’m looking at you 🪞⚜️.

NRC Host Club has now a menu of food, with the one of them being uhm a very clever name for it!

NRC cooking club made a disgusting salad that I cannot describe…

NRC allows students to have tazer if worn correctly…

Another race is happening between Royal Sword Academy and Night Raven College. And there is a poll which school is going to win, some students at NRC are rigging the poll.

Both of RSA and NRC Cleaning club have log entries.

Che’nya is at it with the invisible boop towards the boys.

Some of the boys’ future children are throwing powder ball at them, for no apparent reasons???

The Diasomnia gossip account seems to be telling all the juicy stuff that happens in Diasomnia- wait does Malleus even know this exists?

Someone said Sebek is just… I can’t say it as I’m gonna puke…

A boop war has commenced between us who will get the most boops.

A boop battle between Ruggie and Silver. Silver surrender with Ruggie being the winner .

A student of Diasomnia ate a whole pathway since they were hungry. The person that did this, u know.

Malleus and Althea is having a boop match across campus. Then lasers were incorporated into this match of theirs.? After all that happens, Althea and Malleus end their boop match with ice cream.

Althea trying kidnap Gidel, NO TOUCHING THE CHILD ALTHEA!

General Lilia came back from the dead.

Lilia destroyed the microwave again, wait is that smoke coming from Diasomnia?

Lilia got into Ramshackle’s kitchen and yeeeee….

Riddle realized his mother now got a Tumblr account-

Ace got food poisoning, and Riddle ban him from the kitchen till he gets his credit for the mandatory cooking class.

Mrs. Rosehearts has came back after 4 days. Someone gotta hold onto me before I jump her.

Seems like fans of Riddle are pushing their buttons with Mrs. Rosehearts, and I’m proud seeing them being straight forward on causing chaos.

Ace destroyed a microwave. No questions ask.

Ace got collared for the millionth time.

Ruggie’s future child SOMEHOW broke through a wall!? H-how does that logic work!?

Someone cast a spell onto ruggie in which made him wear bunny ears and a tail.

Leona is trying to pass his responsibility onto Ruggie.

Azul has now met his future child after idk how long.

@quartztwst made Azul bald.

Jamil trying to prevent Alcestris dating Najima, his sister. Meanwhile Althea cheering Alce on…

Epel came back after a beauty break to see the last update before shortly going offline.

Idia arguing which anime he and his future children will watch.

Idia allowing his future children to commit arson…. Ortho please stop him being a bad influence to his own future children…

Idia loosing his shit when the topic of Sonic came up.

Idia lost something very important for his magic pen.

Someone reminded Idia that he accidentally left Ortho’s filter off and you know the story.

The boys’ future children somehow got gender-bend due to a potion.?

The children tried monopoly and it turn into a full on war.

One of Sam’s friends can speak that wired language that I can’t understand-

Cheka came back after a long nap.

Someone taught Cheka to swear-

Fellow and Gidel is at it again trying to find new puppets…

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney #twistedwonderland #disney twst #🍮 speaking #diasomnia #riddle rosehearts #twst cheka #twst rp weekly update #twst rp

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vampykween · 5 months

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cannot stop thinking about miscommunication between reader and ghost 🤭

like imagine being such a people pleaser for ghost that he gets mad at you for doing it but doesn’t tell you that he’s mad because he hates seeing you slowly wear out for him 🤭

honey <3 i could kiss ur little brain omg! the way this had me typing non-stop as soon as i got out of class!!! also this hits so hard for me because i am exactly this type of person yikes! and im sorry because i think i kinda derailed this from ur original idea, oops! hope you enjoy anyway <3

there was a nervous out growing in your stomach, something was wrong and you weren’t sure what.

simon’s usually warm demeanor towards you had been replaced by the hardness of his moniker ‘ghost’. he was acting stand offish, barely giving you anything besides one-word answers, and sigh deeply at you when you tried to pry. you suddenly felt sick to your stomach, had you not been so good to simon, perfected yourself to be the very best for him? if he didn't love you, then who ever would?

it was unbearably painful to watch you tear yourself to shreds trying to impress simon. he knew how you were, how you wanted so badly to be the best for everyone. but somehow you were never able to just be the best for yourself. over the year that simon has known you, he has watched you hallow out into the shell of the person you once were, or the person you could actually be had you not tried so hard to be his best little lap dog.

there was a war raging in his mind, how could you do this to yourself. strip yourself of the soul that made him fall in love with you, to what? be perfect for a man as defiled and beaten down by life as him.

after a dragging day of tedious paperwork and training sessions, simon was more than ready than to sink into your embrace. perhaps cuddle up and rewatch love,actually for the millionth time - a favorite of yours. but when he shed his boots by the door he was confused as you usually would trot down the stairs by now to greet him. maybe you were napping? he called out your name and when was met with resounding silence his heart began to race; had the day finally come? had his gruesome nightmares finally become his reality?

he reached the door to your shared bedroom and frantically threw open the door and his heart plummeted momentarily, until he picked up on the faint sound of your crying behind the bathroom door.

“love? are you okay?” the lights were off and when he tried the doorknob it was locked. what could’ve possibly happened in the hours he was gone to make you lock yourself away from him?

“darlin’ please just open the door, i’m worried ‘bout you,” your boyfriend pleaded sadly.

you let out a shaky huff and managed to unlock the door from where you were crouched down near the vanity. he moved towards you instantly, only able to make out the tear stains on your face and the redness of your eyes from the subtle light pouring in from the bedroom. you turn away from him, feeling unnerved by his concerning gaze.

“please…don’t look at me, just go away,” you mumbled weakly. you hated him seeing you like this: pathetic and emotional. if he gave you just a minute more alone you could compose yourself and go back to being his perfectly poised girlfriend.

“‘m not gonna leave, there’s clearly something’ goin on with you baby.”

the thickness of his accent always strengthens when he’s soft with you as if he’s reaching deep into his soul and pulling from a time when he was sweetest; a young little boy from manchester, accent think and yearning for love. you could feel your throat constricting and your eyes pooling with more fat tears, and suddenly the dam bursts and you wail into his chest.

“please- please don’t leave me, i promise i’ll be better. i’ll do anything, please i can’t-,” you’re cut off by a deep hiccup and simon grasping your face in his hands- not painfully but commanding you to look into his eyes.

“love, what- why do you think i would leave you? and be better? what are you on, what would you need to be better about?”

you stare at him with wide eyes, puzzled by his response. you had been expecting him to tell you this was it, that he was finally done with putting up with someone who would never be good enough for him.

“you’ve been so distant with me lately. i thought i wasn’t being good enough for you. that i wasn’t good enough for you. im trying so hard to be better, be different, be the best for you and i’m sorry-“

“stop, oh my god, stop it please.” the older man effectively halts your self deprecating monologue. “it hurts me, that you think you wouldn’t ever be enough for me when you’re everything i’m not even sure how i even deserve. and i’ll admit i’ve been distant, but only cause i’m frustrated at you. not because i don’t love you, but because i do and everyday i watch you carve out pieces of yourself in order to please me. and love,” he wipes at the tears steadily flowing down your cheeks and smooths down your hair. “i hate seeing you rid yourself of everything i love about you, to turn yourself into something i never asked you to be.”

you’re taken aback by your boyfriend’s response. it never occurred to you that he might just love you for who you are, that you didn’t need to change in order for him to want you around. maybe you feel this way because your past partners always ‘loved’ you best when you were the exact copy of their mothers or whatever completely unattainable standards they had. maybe you’re sat sobbing in your boyfriend’s arms because you couldn’t read his emotions well and your mother was a minefield to be around and you never knew what to anticipate. but you also know that despite your shitty past and his, you have someone looking you in the eyes and saying ‘there’s nothing i want more than you as you are’.

you wipe at your face, as if you could wipe away the pain of insurmountable self-hatred and trauma. “okay, i’m okay. so, you do still love me? because i swear simon i can do whatever you ask of me, i just can’t- i just can’t bear for you to not love me.” despite his earlier words you’re still grappling with the need to please him, to be so good he has no choice but to love you forever and to never leave you.

“my love, i loved you yesterday, today, and will love you every day for the rest of my life. i can’t let you kill yourself, just to make me happy. in fact, it doesn’t make me happy at all. i love you for who you are, and that’s not gonna change, yeah?”

you know that if you try to speak, you’ll try to fight him on this, so instead you nod your head fervently until he pulls you until a bruising kiss, that momentarily melts away all your worries.

#mic answers #simon ghost riley x reader #if there's one thing i will do is project my own insecurities onto the reader oops #you're a fucking genius for this honey gotta love you #forgive me for any errors i wrote half of this in the dutch bros line

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severeaesthetic · 1 year

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“People I would cheat on my boyfriend with” prank

Dorm Leader’s reactions to this prank

Reader is the prefect

Not proofread

⚠️Suggestive content

Riddle Rosehearts

Why would you pull this prank on this precious baby?

He’s just trying to live by the rules, but you’re over here trying to give him an aneurysm or heart attack

He was just chillin’ in the rose garden playing with his little hedgehog buddies when you practically cornered the poor boy and told him you wanted to practice for your upcoming presentation.

Of course, Riddle being naive and in love, said he would love to help.

So you both walked into the Heartslabyul lounge and Riddle sitting waiting for you to set up and begin.

After setting up you stood in front of the laptop ready to pull off the prank.

How it went down:

Taking a deep breath you finally pulled up the slide show. “This presentation is about people I would cheat on my boyfriend with” you said as you saw the color drain from Riddle’s face. Quickly you clicked next slide. “Absolutely no one. Nobody in this world is better for me than him” you said grinning when the color returns to his face and he gives you a smile of his own. He leans forward looking at the screen.

“My rose, why is there another slide?” He looks at you with genuine curiosity.

I takes everything in you to continue with the prank (I probably wouldn’t be able to continue because he would look at me. He’s baby). You click to the next slide and the last thing he expected/wanted to see was his ex. Floyd Leech to be exact. His bicolored eyes burned a hole into Riddle as he stared at the screen with his mouth gaping. At that time Cater and Trey walked in and felt the tension in the air. Ace came out from somewhere, he was recording the whole thing making sure to get both the screen and Riddle’s reactions.

“Oh man house warden!” Ace said laughing almost to the point of tears “you should’ve seen your face!”

You made your way to stand behind Trey and Cater. Cater wrapped his arm around your waist (platonically) and took a selfie with you, captioning it “#ripprefect you shouldn’t have pranked the house warden”

Riddle stood up remaining silent looking between you and Ace. “Uh oh” Ace said as he took of running. Riddle started to follow before stopping to the side of your body.

He grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eyes. “I will deal with you later” was what he said before walking off to go find Ace.

After Riddle spent the afternoon collaring your friends (minus Epel and Jack because they volunteered to hunt down Adeuce and Grim) he drags you to his room after he had taken his dorm uniform off and put on his sad pjs (We all have sad pjs don’t lie and say he doesn’t, his sad pjs include a sweater that either you gifted him or one of yours that smells like you)

Please reassure him it was a prank. Because the whole time he was chasing your friends self deprecating thoughts were running through his head making him very sad about your relationship and thinking you were gonna leave him. Also reassure him that Floyd was not involved in this and he won’t have to deal with him.

Just lay with him on his bed holding his body as close to yours as possible, maybe run a hand through his hair. If you hear sniffling or you feel your shirt get wet, no you don’t.

“Please don’t do that again” Riddle sniffles snuggling closer to you

You better apologize or we are gonna have problems

Leona Kingscholar

RIP #1

This can go one of three ways depending on what he is doing or what happened earlier that day

If he is napping and you somehow manage to wake him up, he will most likely roll his eyes and growl before grabbing you, then laying on top of you as “punishment” for waking him up

If you manage to find him when he actually went to class he would probably just stand and stare at you before flicking your forehead and walking to whatever class he has next (The best option if you care about your life)

If you happen to find him after a spelldrive scrimmage against Diasomnia that was made mandatory by Vargas, then you will have approximately 0.00000001 seconds left to live.

After you begged and pleaded with Epel not to go through with this today you eventually lost/gave in. You made a mental note to tell Vil about him missing his skincare routine for two days. You managed to find Leona after the match in his bedroom sitting on the edge of the bed mumbling to himself.

How it went down:

You knocked on the open door before walking in and setting your stuff on his desk. “Leo?” Was what he heard that made him cut off his pissed off self tangent. Without saying anything he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your stomach not saying a word as you began to run your fingers through his hair. “Hey, I know this might not be the best time to ask, but can you help me with my presentation for class. I just wanna record your reaction to my presentation” with that Leona looked up at you slightly glaring.

“Do I get unlimited cuddle and nap privileges if I do?” He said.

“You can have all the cuddles and naps you want” you smile down at him. Because I am going to have a lot of making up to do after this you thought to yourself.

“Alright herbivore” he let your waist go and leaned back on his hands watching as you got everything ready.

Clicking record on your phone you had set up to get his reaction and the screen in view, you clicked to the first slide. “People I would cheat on my boyfriend with” you said trying to keep from grinning. Leona crossed his arms sitting up straight, running his tongue along his front teeth with a smirk egging you on. You gulped and clicked to the next slide. “No body because I’m loyal and I love him” you spoke and Leona rose an eyebrow.

“Go on herbivore, go to the next slide”

“An extra slide?” You pretended to act confused “I probably just hit add slide too many times and there is a blank one.”

Silently he stood up and walked over to you and leaned down to where your faces were inches apart, his hand reached for the mouse and clicked over to the next slide. Where he saw the one he hated the most. That overgrown lizard. Malleus Draconia. A low growl was heard as his gaze was once again staring into your soul. “You have two seconds” he whispered.

You quickly grabbed your phone that was still recording and bolted out of his room. True to his word, Leona waited the two seconds before walking after you out of Savanaclaw. You were running and looking for Jack or Ruggie (who you would have to bribe). Without any luck you ran to the mirror room not looking back to see if Leona was on your tail (get it?). You were about to make it to the mirror room when a heavy body fell on top of you pinning you down to the ground. You were too scared to turn around and see Leona that you barely registered the French that was being spoken. You sighed in relief when you turned around and found it was Rook. You had never been so happy to see your stalker friend.

In your brief moment of relief, you didn’t hear your lazy lion coming up to the two of you. “Ya know, this is the only time I’ve been thankful for the hunter hanging out in Savanaclaw” he eerily spoke.

“Oh! Roi du Leon. I didn’t realize I had caught your prey” Rook said as he stood up and helped you stand as well.

“Don’t worry about it. You made my job a lot easier” the look Leona sent you sent a shiver down your spine. He walked over and threw you over his shoulder and walked back to his room with you saying it was a prank and apologizing over and over. He threw you on the bed and pinned your hands over your head with one hand. “If my prey has the guts to act like a brat, they’re gonna get punished like a brat.”

You did not in fact, forget to snitch on Epel to Vil.

(Let me know if you want an +18 continuation)

Vil Schoenheit

RIP #2

You know Rook doesn’t call him Roi du poison for nothing right?

You know that going through with this prank results in your imminent death right?

On the bright side, he’ll make sure you look beautiful at your funeral and that the service is one to remember.

He was sitting at the vanity in his room applying his make up when you knocked at the door. “Enter” he said not looking at the door.

How it went down:

After knocking you entered the room carrying the necessary equipment to carry out your plan. Sevens, you were going to kill Epel for making you do this. “My queen, I come to ask for your assistance on a project” you say bowing/curtsying. He looks at you in the mirror and raises his eyebrows at the stuff you’re holding before going back to his make up.

“What is the project over sweet potato?”

“Well it’s not really the project. More like the reactions to the project” you said as you began setting up the camera behind the mirror where Vil and the laptop could be seen. “I have to present my project then do a survey thing over the different reactions to the presentation.”

“Very well then, just make sure to get my good side” he said finishing the last of his make up and cleaning his vanity.

“All your sides are good” you place a kiss to his shoulder as to not ruin his make up and hit record. “People I would cheat on my boyfriend with” you speak with a straight face trying to keep your voice from wavering. The look he gave you in the mirror would have been enough to kill anyone else. But not you, you’re his sweet potato. Except for right now.

Quickly clicking to the next slide, “No body. My queen is the most beautiful and wonderful person to ever exist.”

Vil smirks looking at your reflection, “you were on thin ice swee-“ as he glances back to the computer he sees there is a hundred more slides. “Care to explain before I start clicking?”

You stay quiet as Vil starts clicking on the slides. Each one has a picture of the two of you with a message of things you love about him. Smiling he gets to the slide before last where you say something about getting married in the future. He clicks on the last slide, expecting to see a drawing or photoshopped photo of you two getting married. Not Neige LeBlanche! Even the little message underneath the picture saying he was still prettier did not help. Closing the laptop Vil stood up and turned to you leaning against the vanity with crossed arms.

With a nervous laugh you quickly pick up your phone and stop recording. “Oh! Look at the time, I have to feed Grim dinner” you slowly start backing out of his room.

“Actually, Rook will take care of that for you” he says taking steps closer to you, looking scarily calm. In the blink of an eye you felt a hand on your throat(not tight enough to do anything) and slight pain from being pushed against the door. “It looks like I have to remind my sweet potato why I’m the fairest in the land”

(Let me know if you want an 18+ continuation)

Kalim Al-Asim

Why?! What in all of Twisted Wonderland could possess you to do this to this wholesome sunshine baby?!?!?!

You monster

Let’s say you are especially evil (because you wanting to pull this prank is absolutely unacceptable) and you decide to actually go through with it.

Jamil will kick your ass (I will also fight you. Jk)

You don’t have to try and find a time where Kalim is in a good mood, because he is hardly in any other mood.

Kalim agrees to meet you at Ramshackle

How it went down

When Kalim made it to Ramshackle you guided him to the couch where you already had everything set up. He was already smiling from getting to spend time with you, but let’s say you don’t have a heart and you kiss him before you go through with this. He smiles so much brighter, just for it to wiped off his face second from now. You get into position and click on the first slide “People I would cheat on my boyfriend with” you say keeping a straight face. Like I said previously, his face drops and is dead silent. You can see his lip trembling and tears forming at his lash line.

Before you can click to the next slide, Kalim is up and almost out the door crying real tears and stammering about how he promised Jamil he would help him with something and needed to leave. Now, if you don’t want to go after him, that’s fine. But be prepared for a very pissed off Jamil on your door quicker than you can say overblot. Jamil will make you apologize by any means necessary. But if you do go after him and catch him before he gets back to Scarabia then you should be able to apologize and maybe just MAYBE he will forgive you. He does love you after all. Even after you do stuff like this. If he does accept your apology, then expect a koala Kalim to be by you 25/8 for a while. You hurt him and he still somewhat things you’re gonna leave him. So humor him will ya? Also, this gives Jamil a break, he doesn’t know whether to hit you or thank you.

So let’s say you’re like me and can’t even think about doing that to the poor baby

Again, Kalim meets you at Ramshackle and he sits on the couch waiting for you to start

You stand there looking at his smiling face, the guilt tearing you apart. “I can’t do it” you say wrapping your arms around him holding him close.

“You can do it, I believe in you!” He speaks up holding you tighter to him.

“No, I can’t, it was supposed to be the set up for a prank but I can’t. You’re to precious to me” you take his face in your hands looking down at him.

“A prank?”

All you do is nod then you grab your phone and show him an example video. “That’s so mean!” He says grabbing you again “I’m glad you didn’t do that to me.”

“I won’t try anything like that again”

Azul Ashengrotto

Why #3

Why would you do this to him.

He is already insecure in your relationship and wants to hide in his octo pot most of the time. This is just gonna set him off.

Azul would probably just sit quietly thinking very bad thoughts. Or on the off chance he does the anime glasses push up thing, then you’re screwed.

How it happened:

You quietly walked into his office (after confirming with Jade that he was just working on stuff for the lounge). He didn't look up from his papers thinking it was Jade bringing him more paperwork. So you quietly set up your phone and hit record before opening the laptop and setting it on his desk. That of course got his attention. "Good evening Angelfish. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He said setting down his pen and papers.

"I need your help on a project. It will only take a second" you said and he nodded. You clicked on the first slide, "people I would cheat on my boyfriend with" you spoke looking at the camera. Azul had raised eyebrows and his mouth was agape. You clicked on the next slide before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek. "No one, because cheating is wrong and I love him unconditionally." You felt Azul getting hot from the blush rising to his cheeks. Then you clicked to the last slide, where a picture you snuck of Jade (you thought he didn't know but he did) was on the screen.

Now Azul knew this was a prank but that didn't stop the negative thoughts. But, you remember when I said he does the anime glasses thing and you're screwed. Well, you're screwed. "Is that so?" He spoke lowly. "Well, how about we do something about that then?" He stood up from his chair and walked out of the office coming back a second later with the eel in tow.

"A little octopus told me about the stunt you pulled" Jade smirked, sitting down on the couch. "How very naughty of you."

Azul sat back at his desk and picked up the papers. "Since you wanted to involve Jade in this, I think it's only fair he gets to help in punishing you. Unfortunately, the lounge doesn't close for a few more hours. So jade and I will be discussing what we will do, and then I'll send Floyd to fetch you after the lounge closes for the day."

"Is it too late to apologize for my actions?" You smiled weakly.

"Yes Angelfish. You are dismissed for now" Azul goes back to his paperwork as Jade ushers you out of the office, closing and locking the door behind you.

"This will be much better than a raise" you heard Jade say through the door.

Idia Shroud

Sorry Idia simps. You're plum out of luck with this one. He's online literally all the time. There is no way he doesn't know about this.

Anyways, let's say you do try and go through with this

There won't be any bad time to pull this prank, unless he's on a game with online friends

How it happened:

You walked right into Idia's room (after a couple months of dating) and asked him for help on a project. You set everything up on his desk and he sat in his gaming chair waiting for you to proceed. After you hit record you hit the first slide. "People I would cheat on my boyfriend with" you said looking from the laptop to him where he sat with his arms crossed.

"Not funny. I already saw this" he says before he closes you laptop and goes back to his game.

"You're not mad?"

"I'm not mad."

Idia is a very good liar. Because when you try to log into your laptop you see an image kind of like this.

Malleus Draconia

RIP #3

You told Lilia and Silver (who fell asleep not even halfway through the conversation) not to tell Sebek.

You decide to do this before one of your nightly walks, asking him to meet you early because you needed his help with something.

Being the lovesick lizard he is, obviously came over early. By an hour and a half.

He is so happy that you aren't scared to ask for his help.

His dreams are about to be crushed

How it happened:

He sat patiently on the couch waiting for you to set everything up. Once you got everything set up you took your place next to him on the couch and clicked on the first slide "this presentation is called people I would cheat on my boyfriend with" you looked at him from your seat. His eyes stay glued to the screen and thunder boomed outside the walls of Ramshackle.

You, being stupids decides to continue the prank and click the last slide. Which has a picture of the lazy lion he so despises. It stays quiet before he stands up and walks out the door without saying a word.

He comes back in time for your nightly walk with a smile as bright as the sun. "Child of man, I have taken care of any other potential suitors that could possibly take you away from me."

"What did you do to Leona?! Also it was a prank!"

"Nothing to worry your pretty head about."

Your phone immediately starts blowing up. With threats from Sebek and Leona, and warnings from Ruggie and Jack.

(should this have taken 3 days to write. No. Did it because I baby sit for my job and can't do anything other than watch the one year old. Yes)

#riddle rosehearts x mc #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #leona kingscholar #vil shoenheit x reader #vil shoenheit #kalim al asim #twst kalim #twisted wonderland azul #azul ashengrotto #idia x reader #idia shroud #twst x reader #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia #x male reader #x gn reader #x female reader

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binahs-sinbin · 4 months

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Hii, can i request the nut kicking with savanaclaw please?

Hello! So wrote this as as Leona being the getting kicked as he’s the trouble maker! (I hope this is alright!)

(All characters below are 18+!)

Intro!

Leona loves pushing your buttons, and today was no different, he started the day getting in your way and dragging you to the greenhouse to nap. You didn’t WANT to rage a nap or go there.

Crewel was upset you skipped class and thank to Leona you now had extra work and what was his response?

Try to make you nap again and when you yelled at him and trued to leave, he first blocked the door, but you instantly tried to duck under his arm.

He lifted you up by your shirt and held you there. You were so frustrated you decided to make him drop so you could run. You swung your foot back and Aimee between his legs.

Leona

He jumped embarrassingly enough, but he did let go of you! And you ran and was out of his sight before he even realized what happened

He’s more impressed that you did that, given his most people avoid arguments, but you just hit him in the balls and ran, he knows you are upset with him so…

He waits almost an entire week before testing his luck and springing you again. You still weren’t happy but he was being stupid and said you should apologize

He instantly left and waited another week before apologizing. He also informs you you are more intimidating when mad.

Ruggie

He just stares in confusion fir a second, Leona knows you get mad about this shit, that you would beat his ass if he got you in trouble once more.

And then he does this and he honestly isn’t even upset With you and straight up goes to you to check if your ok, given Leani dropped you and you clearly hit stuff while trying to catch yourself!

Ruggie dosent steal from you for a month thinking you’re gonna be more on edge around him since he’s always with Leona

He pushes Leona into apologizing since he can sense the anger radiating off you when Leona approaches

Jack

He’s in complete shock at first. He wants to scold you, check on Leona and figure out what just happened all at the same time

He does say Leona, deserved it you shouldn’t have done it. (He does literally apologize on Leona’s behalf and talks to him over how he did have it coming)

He honestly treats you like you were hurt, I mean he’s seen you upset and you’ve never kicked anyone so…maybe leona was being a big bitch-

He’s extra friendly to you afterwards for a while. He lets you feel his ears and tail to help cheer you up!

#savanaclaw #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #slight nsft #leona x reader #twst leona x reader #ruggie x reader #ruggie x y/n #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #twst jack x reader #jack x reader #Jack howl #headcanons

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bradshawswife · 2 years

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Teasin’ Pictures. NSFW

a/n: AHHHH FIRST ONE SHOT, HOPE YOU LOVE IT (i’m so nervous besties seriously i hate my writing)

prompt: “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

description: One morning while Bradley was working, you decided to be the absolute brat you are.

warnings: smut, obviously. filth, absolute filth. minors dni, please. rooster being hot as usual, reader being a brat. edging. oral sex (f! receiving), penetration (fingers and PIV).

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It all started in the morning before he went to work. You were making pancakes and you were wearing his academy t shirt with nothing else on, instantly turning him on before work. He walks in to see this masterpiece of a lady wearing his favourite shirt.

“Jesus christ darlin’, are you trying to make me late?” he jokes, making you smirk in a way that makes his eyes widen. He proceeds to lean against the doorway and continue staring at you, in awe.

“No, i would never want you to be late, lieutenant” you mutter in a flirty way as you walk closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck

“Woman, you are trying to kill me.” He states as he begins making out with you, he wraps his arms around your hips and lifts you onto the counter. You’re rudely taken out of this daydream like make-out session when you smell the pancakes burning.

“Oh fucking shit” you scream as you turn off the stove. “Bradley Bradshaw you’re gonna make me burn this house down someday i swear” you whined, thinking back to the numerous times this has happened. “Sorry darlin’” he smirks, placing a sloppy kiss on your neck.

“You’re gonna be late for work, i’ll bring you lunch since you distracted me before i could make it” you whisper, in between kisses.

“Ok sweetheart, be on your best behaviour today, or else you’re going to be in for one hell of a night” he demands, smirking and grabbing your ass.

“Of course, baby” you assured, grinning ear to ear.

2 hours later.

While in class, Maverick was discussing why each of his flight-mates died during the training session they had. All of a sudden, Bradley heard a *ding* come from his phone. He quietly pulls his phone out and opens a text message from you, his eyes widening and quickly puts it away. “Holy shit” he mumbles. “She really just sent me pictures of herself, naked, in the mirror” he thought to himself.

Once class was over, he quickly rushed to the bathroom to stare at the pictures once again. You put your arm over your boobs and squeezed your leg shut in the one photo. And in the second, you were sort of bent over, with your tongue out. Stunned, Bradley quickly clicks your name and calls you. You were naturally having your afternoon nap, totally unfazed by the constant ringing.

“Fuck” he grunts, quickly hurrying out of the bathroom. He gets to his car when he heard another *ding*. He pulled his phone out to another picture of you, halfway under the covers with your breasts out. “Sweet Jesus”, he yelled, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and quickly (but safely!!!) drove home, barely putting his truck in park before he was rushing inside.

Once he got in, he quickly kicked his shoes off and ran upstairs to see you still under the covers, you looked so peaceful sleeping again. He debated what he was going to do next, not wanting to disturb you from your sleep, but he thought, “she’s been tormenting me all day, her turn”.

He speedily pulled the covers away from you, resulting in you gasping. “Good afternoon, brat.” he says, smirking. You could see his tent in his uniform knowing your pictures did the trick (as they always do). “Well hello baby, how was class” you laughed, with an added wink, driving him crazy.

“Oh sweetheart, it was great. I even enjoyed the mid class semi hard on you gave me, despite me telling you to be on your best behaviour..” he stated in a deeper voice.

“Oops” you say, smirking. He looks at you like you’re a 5 course meal (of course, you are). In an instant he’s undressing and goes to jump on you, making out with you vigorously. Grabbing you all over with his hands, which he knows drives you mad. His love language is physical touch, so he always has to have his hands on you, especially during sex.

“You are way too clothed lieutenant”, you confessed in between your breaths of air. “can I help you with that?”

“God yes baby” he mumbles, panting as he gets up from the bed to stand on the edge while you undress him. He loves when you do this, even when you’re being a brat.

“You’re in for one hell of a night, darlin’” he states, grinning as you give pouty eyes. “Don’t you look at me like that sweetheart, you started this”. Once he’s fully undressed, he sits back against headboard as he moves you onto his lap, straddling him.

You can feel his bulge as you’re grinding against him, trying to get some fiction to get yourself off, when he pushes you off and gets on top, “baby, you’re not allowed to finish until I say so.”

He sticks his two fingers in, and you spill out those pretty little sounds he loves, and he almost forgets you’ve been such a brat today. Just as he feels you getting close, he pulls his fingers out as you let out a soft moan, in a sad way. “Sorry baby, you’ve been really bad today.” He then proceeds to spread your legs open with his arms, and goes ever so close to your soaked area. He starts licking you, then when he comes up for air he knocks his nose against your clit, expelling one of the best sounds he’s ever heard.

He can feel you tensing up a second time, and despite eating you out being his favourite activity, he doesn’t let you finish just yet. Once he pulls away from you again, he licks his lips, you see a bit of your juices on his mustache, glistening in the light. As if he’s just eaten the best pie of his life. He stares at your sad little face, wondering if maybe this is just a bit too much. He proceeds to get you bend over the bed, as you’re hoping maybe you’ll finally get railed and you’ll be able to finish, but just as he bends you over, he slaps your ass really hard, leaving a big red mark.

“Thats one baby, now how many pictures did you send me?” he grins. “I think 2 baby” you whined, wincing in pain from another hard slap. “Nope, wrong”. He corrects, “You sent 3 baby, the one in bed counts…”

“Oh” you say. Smirking even though he can’t see you. He tugs your hair so he can get a better look at your face, and sure as hell you’re smirking. “You naughty little girl” He slaps you a few more times, making you count out loud each time.

After about 6 hits, he lines himself up with your entrance, and rams into you. You scream out in pleasure, hoping this is finally your chance. “Fuck sake darlin’, you’re taking me so well” he groans out, in a deeper voice. “Have you learned.. shit baby fuck… your lesson today, baby?” he grunts, tugging your hair back so he can see your true reaction.

“Yes baby… fuck… bradley, yes i have learned my lesson and i’m sorry for distracting you during class” you spill out, barely breathing from how hard he’s ramming into you.

“Ok, you have permission to finish, darlin’” he groans, causing you to squeal out in excitement because this orgasm has been building inside for at least 15 minutes, and you weren’t sure how long you could hold out.

Finally, you get that feeling in your stomach and you finally finish, clenching your walls around his dick, causing him to reach his climax just a few seconds after you.

You both collapse in bed, controlling your breathing after that. “Sweetheart, I loved those pictures” Bradley exclaims, placing a kiss to your temple, “But not in class, please. My face went all red and I swore Phoenix was about to call me out”

“Fine honey, I won’t” you laugh, winking, knowing damn well you’ll pull another stunt to get him flustered. “You are going to be the death of me.” he says, as you fall asleep in eachothers arms.

#bradley bradshaw #miles teller #rooster #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley fuck me please baby #izzy writes #oneshots #one-shot #smut #because i want bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw smut #first one shot

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Phantom in Gotham 5

Chapter 4

After class with Tim, Danny went through the rest of his classes in relative silence. He had a few other classes with Steph, but he was still trying to keep his distance. The two reminded him of his friendship with Sam and Tucker, and he wasn’t ready for that kind of friendship again.

Danny had to remind himself that this was only temporary. He was in hiding from his parents, the GIW, and probably Vlad. It wouldn’t be fair to Tim if Danny suddenly disappeared again without word. In case anyone found his new identity, he definitely didn’t want the two normal kids to be involved. They didn’t deserve that.

“Hey Spaceboy,” Steph called, jumping up beside Danny on their way to lunch and linking their arms. Danny felt himself smile at her antics.

“Spaceboy?” Danny laughed.

“Cause you’re a future astronaut,”Steph said with a tone that felt like she was implying a ‘duh’ at the end. “It’s one of many nicknames for you.”

“Many huh? Now I’m a bit worried,”Danny added, letting her steer them to their usual lunch table. He felt a bit tired, and wondered if he could take a quick nap. Danny hated sleeping at the Pizzeria, so he tried to sleep at the library or at school when he could. That gave him enough hours to function, yet usually around lunch he got sleepy and nodded off without actively trying.

“Don’t be, Tim and Connor have their own embarrassing nicknames,’Steph informed him. She gave him a nudge with her elbow,”Wouldn’t want you to be left out.”

Danny laughed,”Does that mean I can give you a nickname too?”

Steph paused in her efforts to climb into the booth at their table without looking at him. “No,” Steph smiled slyly.

“That makes no sense,”Danny huffed. “But fine, I guess I won’t share my amazing nickname skills with you.”

Steph barked out a laugh. “Alright now I’m curious, but hey, are you gonna get lunch?”

“Nah,”Danny waved her off,”Not hungry. Had a big breakfast today.”

Steph squinted at him suspiciously. “That’s what you said yesterday, and then you fell asleep in the middle of our conversation.” Danny made to respond when she continued,”We’re getting worried for you man, you never eat, you look as sleep deprived as Tim, and you never want to hang with us after school.”

“I’m fine!” Danny protested. He knew it looked worrisome from others perspectives, but he really wasn’t hungry. He could probably try to sleep more though. Not to mention that he was trying to not get close to his friends in case he got discovered and had to leave suddenly. Hanging with them outside of school was a sure-fire way for them to get attached. “I’m just, really busy and I don’t like um, cafeteria food.”

It was obvious to both of them that Danny was lying or hiding something, but when Steph was about to say something else, Tim sat down with Connor at the table. Danny was not at all surprised to see a cup of coffee in Tim’s hand. “What’s up?” Tim asked with a raised eyebrow at the tension between the two taller teens in the booth.

“I- “ Danny started, only for Steph to interrupt, much to his mortification.

“Danny’s been avoiding us,”Steph said, not unlike a grade schooler tattling on the teacher. Heat flushed Danny’s face in panic and embarrassment.

“No- no I just don’t have a whole lot of time to hang out after school,”Danny defended, crossing his arms. Tim gave Danny a look.

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind us coming with you after school? You go to the library right?” Tim asked honestly. Danny startled, not expecting that answer.

“Y-yeah but you don't have to come. It’ll be boring, just studying and stuff,” Danny stammered,”I’m sure you guys have better things to do.’

“Not really,”Steph shrugged.

“So we’ll see you after school to head to the library?” Tim asked, and Danny was pretty sure he caught a smile on Tim’s face for a second before it disappeared.

Danny sighed, resting his head on his hand,”Sure, why not.”

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Jason groaned. This kid had absolutely no security system set up in this place. Glancing around the dilapidated Pizzeria, he could admit that not even he would know someone was living here. The kid was good at hiding his stuff.

Oddly enough, after checking the entire ground floor, Jason had to admit the kid did a good job hiding his presence. No disturbed dust, nothing that hinted at a living space or out of place objects. Jason frowned when he pulled down the rackety old attic ladder. A cloud of dust practically followed the whole thing, making Jason think Danny might not have gone up there. He waved his gloved hand to disperse the dust cloud before taking measured steps to the attic.

The place was surprisingly spacious, if not cold from the incoming weather changes. He swore it would start snowing any day now, and his heart sunk at the thought of this kid freezing to death in this place. It was still early morning, since the kid would be at school with Timmy, so he could see some light shining though one window in the corner. There wasn’t enough for him to see clearly though, so he turned on his flashlight, shining it around.

Fighting back a sneeze, he brushed past a few spiderwebs and close to a semi-cleaner space in the attic. His heart sunk at the kid’s set-up. There was a sleeping bag, a few school textbooks, a gym bag full of clothes, a flashlight, and a few prepackaged snacks. No extra blankets, no pillow, no personal items. Jason sighed, thinking about how much worse this kid was doing than he’d thought.

A few things didn’t make sense to Jason though, including how the kid got into gotham prep, or how he could afford food. The kid didn’t look like a street rat, and Jason was pretty sure he wasn’t stealing or selling drugs. Nothing in the cramped living space pointed to that. He’d make a note to inform Tim and Dick about the kid’s situation, but he figured it was time for him to step in a bit. The kid was on his turf anyway, might as well give him the good ol’ welcome to crime alley speech.

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Danny grasped the straps to his backpack in nervousness, shuffling his feet while he waited for Tim and Steph to show up. And maybe Connor. Danny was pretty sure Connor didn’t like him very much. They’d only shared a few words every now and then. He was also pretty sure Connor and Tim were dating. Maybe.

After five minutes of waiting around, Danny decided to just head to the library by himself. He had to remind himself that he wasn’t getting attached. He didn’t want to put them in danger. Danny was already putting Sam and Tucker in enough danger back home, and he wasn’t even there to protect them. Besides, it was snowing lightly outside, and for regular people like Tim and Steph it would be cold.

“Hey Danny! Wait up!” Danny’s shoulders slumped with dismay. He put on a smile and turned to wave as they came closer.

“I kinda thought you guys weren’t coming,”Danny started, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“What? No way, Space boy,”Steph said, lightly punching his arm. “We’ve never hung out with you outside of hell. I mean school.”

Danny snorted at that, while Tim added,”Connor can’t make it, but he says to tell you hi.”

“No worries,” Danny waved. “So, library? Do you guys actually have things to study?”

“Duh,”Steph crossed her arms, absently rubbing them now that the cold air reached her. “You were there when Ms. Riley assigned us the Spanish homework.”

“Oh, right,”Danny nodded.

“You any good at spanish?” Tim asked, curious. “Maybe you could help Steph so I don’t have to.”

“You know spanish too?” Danny asked. “I know a bit, I guess it’s easier to learn when you know other languages.”

“Yeah I’m fluent,”Tim stated, giving Danny a weird stare. “What other languages do you know?”

Danny froze for a moment. There was no way he could say he was fluent in ghost speak, because that wouldn’t make any sense at all. Good thing Danny was an expert at lying. Not. ”Uh, no- nothing. I mean english obviously, but only a bit of spanish.”

“Right,”Steph drawled. ‘Well you can still help me with spanish. I know we’re in the higher levels but the tenses still trip me up sometimes.”

At the library, Danny encountered a problem. He usually did his homework and then took a nap for a few hours until closing. There was no doubt that his friends would notice that, and if Danny knew them, then he knew they’d be worried about him and maybe try to kidnap him for a sleepover or something. Which he didn’t want, because he was supposed to be keeping his distance to protect them.

Almost three hours of studying with Tim and Steph flew by, and Danny was starting to yawn uncontrollably. “I should get home, it’s getting late,”Danny yawned, packing up his stuff.

“What? Already?”Steph startled, looking at Tim’s watch. Tim let her, pulling his arm away after a moment.

“Want to get dinner or something?” Tim offered, sharing a look with Steph.

“Nah, I’ll catch you guys at school tomorrow though, if the snow doesn’t cancel it,”Danny smiled. “And it was nice to hang out with you guys. Get home safe, okay?”

Tim nodded absently, and Steph looked like she was going to protest, but Danny scurried out of the library as quick he could. Letting out a sigh of relief that turned into a yawn, he made his way to his usual convenience store for an egg sandwich and a watermelon tea. It was snowing pretty hard at that point, but since he had an ice core it felt more like fresh air to Danny.

Danny ate as he walked, pondering his new schedule for the day. He’d try to catch a few hours of sleep at the pizzeria since he couldn’t get any at the library. Usually he avoided sleeping at the pizzeria, but he was too tired to scope out a different place to nap. Since he didn’t have to sleep more than four hours and eat more than one meal a day, he sometimes forgot he actually needed to sleep. His mandatory hours were usually at the library, in his comfy green bean bag. He missed that bean bag.

Looking around, he put a little bit of a boost into his steps as he climbed over the fence surrounding the place, and snuck into the kitchen area. Once he made it to the back room, he was too tired to go ghost and phase through so he pulled the ladder down, coughing at the dust that fell around him. He put a bit of flight into his steps to make his climb easier, and shut the ladder behind him.

Usually, he could see better in the dark in his ghost form, so it transferred a bit to his human form too. He finished off one of the sandwich halves he was snacking on along the way here and set the other wrapped half and the rest of his tea on the ground next to his stuff. Climbing into his sleeping bag and using his jacket as a pillow, he fell asleep almost instantly.

Chapter 6

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sfwregressionfanfictions · 1 year

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Xavier Thorpe x Little! Reader: Visions of Little You

Requested: Xavier has a dream about the reader being little, now he’s testing the water.

She/Her/Hers

w/c: 2416

Xavier had visions in his sleep a lot. It could be when someone was gonna fall, the monster that was in the forest by the school, or just random moments from people. Most of the time, he did not mean to pry into peoples personal lives, honestly, he had a hard time controlling it. However, sometimes he was able to focus on one person or searching for one moment in the future. It was rare for him to succeed, however, sometimes he would spend the night seeing the person he cares for most in the world.

Xavier was having a rough day, he longed for nothing more than to care for a little one. To have someone need him. He tried to distract himself, however, his mind kept wondering back to what he yearned for. With a huff, Xavier decided to just take a nap, and when he woke up go to dinner with his friends. Today he focused on her, on his (Y/N).

(Y/N) was the girl he was in love with, his best friend, they toed the line between partners and bestfriends. She was so small, or perhaps it just seemed like it due to the fact he grew over the summer. He liked to imagine one day being able to take care of her, have her cling to him all the time and not just when she was worried about getting lost or nervous about new surroundings.

Xavier lied flat on his back, closing his eyes and focussing on his girl. Visuallizing how she looked in class, the smell of her shampoo and the sound of her laugh. Soon, he was a sleep and in his vision world. He was standing in (Y/N)’s room, he was near the front door. The room was empty, but the water in the bathroom was running. She had to be showering.

Xavier wandered around her room looking at pictures, snooping ever so slightly. He looked in the drawers where she kept her snacks and movies primarily, maybe he could surprise her with something she was low on. Soon the bathroom door swung open and (Y/N) came out wearing a pretty little pink skirt (or overalls) and one of his off-white sweaters, it was probably left behind last time he was over watching a movie. He smiled at the sight of her trying to pull up her knee high socks.

The laughter stopped after she had the pair completely on. (Y/N) quickly bent down under her bed and grabbed an old shoe box. The box was thrown onto her bed, she quickly followed, throwing herself onto the bed that was a little too high off the ground for Xavier’s comfort. He kept telling her that it should be lowered but she kept saying she wanted to make a little cave under her bed, although she still hasn’t.

Xavier was quickly ripped out of his train of thought at the sight of (Y/N) pulling out a pacifier. He wasn’t shocked, honestly, he saw the signs but assumed he read to far into them. But there she was regressing, by herself. He wanted to stroke her hair and put on cartoons for her or even ask to colour pictures together. Maybe at dinner, she would let him help her eat, or serve her food, or maybe carry her tray.

The wishes from before came to life with a fury, now aware there was a chance for him to actually care for her the way he hoped he could. He sat on her bed aware she couldn’t hear, see or feel him, he rubbed her back the best he could without being able to actually touch her. Xavier glanced at the clock, excited to end his vision/astoprojecting journey and experience the real world. Dinner would be in 45 minutes, he had to leave and wake up.

Xavier shot up from his bed, tumbling off his bed in a rush to get to the shower and get into his casual clothes. He only paused to text (Y/N) that dinner would be soon and that he would be at her dorm to walk her to dinner. He was met with an “mmmkay”, this was how she relied on days off, now it made sense. She replied like that while regressed.

Xavier must have set a record while getting ready, as he was done in lightening speed. He was stood out side of (Y/N)’s door, knocking lightly as to not spook them. There was rusttling and the sound of stuff being thrown around, she must be hiding her regression stuff.

The door slowly cracked open, to expose a doe-eyed (Y/N). She had wide eyes, and slightly chapped lips. Her voice was small and slightly whiny, “What are you doing here?”

“Here to pick my favorite person up for dinner, bet you must be super hungry.” Xavier said with a reassuring smile.

“Oh,” She sounded like she had just remember, “i gotta get ready…”

She left the door open as she walked back into the room moving to slide her feet into her shoes, and grab her phone. Xavier closed the door as he entered, “Xavi, can’t find my chapstick.”

He turned to see his best friend with misty eyes, obviously on the cusp of slipping or having a melt down. She probably felt bad for holding him up. “That’s okay, I have one for you. How about we tie your shoes and get your belly full?”

With a nod, (Y/N) started to fumble with her laces. She was closer to slipping back into littlespace than her thought. He quickly swooped in when she started to become more frantic. “It’s okay. Here is the tree and here is the bunny. The bunny runs around the tree and dives into its home.”

The second shoe was quick work, he stopped at the end to ask if she still was up for dinner. She said yes, so they began the walk. They walked hand-in-hand, and xavier put her phone in his pocket, as her pants did not have pockets.

“I MISSED YOU SO MUCH” Enid screamed throwing herself at the two as if she didn’t see them in class a few hours ago.

“You are suffocating them.” Wednesday said blandly from behind her ‘roommate’, like anyone believed they were just roommates. “I thought I was the one that had those tendencies.”

“We missed you too, Enid.” Xavier said as Enid disentangled herself from the pair. (Y/N) began to shrink into his side at the spontaneous stimulation and loud noises. Xavier squeezed her hand to try to soothe her.

“Can we get some food now? I am starving!” Ajax said, Xavier and him had the same terrible day.

They all began walking in, grabbing their trays. Xavier grabbed 2, passing one to (Y/N). She carried it just fine until food started being placed on it, then she started to struggle with keeping in level and holding up the weight of it. Luckily, most of the food service had a counter infront to rest your trey in. At the end, Xavier came up with an idea to help her.

“Hey, could you fill up out glasses, I’ll carry our trays over to our seats. I hate having to balance the water on the trays!” Xavier said, trying to act normal, however his voice still remained overly gentle with her. She nodded, not noticing what he did.

Xavier was quick to pick up both trays with ease, carrying them to the table. Xavier stayed standing to watch (Y/N) filling the drinks up clumsily. She started carrying them slowly but carefully, searching the room for her group. A haphazard smile formed on her face when she spotted them.

As she wobbled her way over some of the drink spilled over the side of the cup but she didn’t notice. She was focus on getting back to the table. Once there the glasses were placed down and she was offered some handsanitizer to hopefully stop her from getting sticky hands.

“So how was everyones day?” Enid asked once they were all sat.

A corus of ‘ehhhh’s filled the table. Soon separate conversation began, wednesday was listening to a play-by-play of enids entire again most likely for the second time today. Ajax leaned over to Xavier, “Yo, is (Y/N) okay?”

Xavier looked over at (Y/N), she was pushing the food around her plate. Her grip on the fork was like a toddler gripping a crayon. The food needed to be cut, she obviously was unable to do so by herself. “Oh, she just had a rough day and is tired, don’t worry!”

Xavier pulled back from Ajax and leaned towards (Y/N) again. “Hey, need some help? The meat is a little tough to cut, can I do that for you?”

“Yesh, please” She said quietly, looking up at him with a small glimpse of nervousness that he was catching onto her. However, he said nothing more as he pulled her plate over, using his fork and knife to cut her food into small bite size pieces. He pushed it back infront of her. She began to eat clumsily, trying her best to scoop or stab at her food.

The meal went quickly, Enid and Wednesday were the first to leave, as Wednesday had to go do her hour of writing. Ajax lingered chatting with Xavier and at (Y/N). However, soon he wondered off to talk to other friends.

“Hey, wanna get a to-go box for desserts and go back to my dorm?” Xavier asked, whispering in her ear. Looking at the food still left in her plate, “We can pack up your food too…”

“Yesh, pease…” (Y/N) slur, rubbing her fists against her eyes.

“Okay, how about you start thinking about what you want for your sweet and i’ll get out to-go boxes!” Xavier said, only standing up after she nodded. He moved quickly getting the boxes, not liking the idesa of her being little alone in the middle of the caf. Luckily when he got back to her, she was smiling up at him, looking dopey.

He quickly packaged up her leftovers and then put the trays on the rack above the trash can that was right next to them. “C’mon, lets get you something tasty.”

The pair made their way over to the dessert bar, Xavier carrying both boxes. “Can I have the sprinkle cake?”

Xavier smiled, “Of course you can.”

The cake was pretty far back on the bar, so xavier had to get it for her. Packing it away, grabbing something for himself and a rice krispy treat. Soon they were on their way back to Xavier’s dorm.The closer they got to the dorm, the more (Y/N) got nervous. She was gonna fully slip, she’s been slipping the entire evening. She has to leave or she will be stuck telling him about her secret.

A small part of her mind whispered, but he’s an outcast too, he won’t think it’s weird. He cares about me, he always looks out for me! He loves me when we are big, so he will at least tolerate me when I am little. They promised to marry each other if they are single later in life, they were each others first kiss, they promised to always be their for each other.

They stood in front of the door to his room, he was swinging it open with one hand. He entered first to turn on the light and place the food on his desk. She slowly staggered in, closing the door. As the hall disappeared from view, the stress took over, she was on the verge of slipping, however, was bigger now than ever before.

“Xavier…” The sound of his full name, not a nickname, made his head shoot up. He moved over to be right in front of her. “I think I have to tell you something.”

“Okay, do you wanna sit down on the bed?” Xavier asked, she nodded. They moved to sit down.

“I- I should have told you this earlier, cause now it’s hard…” She says getting teary eyed.

“Oh baby, it’s okay, nothing you say could ever make me love you less.” Xavier said, running a hand up and down her back trying to soothe her.

“I, umm, well, when I get stressed or um if something really bad happens, umm, I- my head gets all fuzzy and I start to umm well…” (Y/N) hiccuped in a few breaths of air, “I- I REGRESS!”

Xavier went to speak, however, her sobs cut him off. “Oh, baby!” He was quick to grab her and pull her into his lap. He bounced and rocked her lightly, while kissing her temple mumbling against her skin.

“I- sorry! ‘M sorry” She cried. Still being hushed and comforted.

“It’s okay, I had been thinking you might be a little, but I had a vision earlier and I know baby.” Xavier spoke, his voice was calm and reasuring. “Baby, who’s been taking care of you?”

She just shook her head, indicating she wasn’t being cared for in littlespace. Her tears were slowing luckily, just resting in her lashes and on her waterline. Xavier in that moment swore to take care of her in everyway until she asked him to stop or found someone she liked better.

“Little one, can I take care of you when you feel little?” Xavier asked, hopeful.

“You want to be my dada?” (Y/N) asked, eyes wide and voice growing small again. She was regressing farther into space with little to no fight, the sleepiness overtaking where the stress once resided.

“Yes, would you like that?” Xavier asked, rocking his sleepy baby.

“Yesh pease!” She gurgled back, nestling into his side.

“Let’s take a nap and finish our food later.”

Xavier and (Y/N) layed on his bed and snuggled, as she began to drift towards sleep. Her hands gripped his shirt, one trying to make it’s way to her mouth. Xavier moved the fist away from her mouth and placed his thumb between her lips, resting weight in her tongue. She suckled and hummed, sleep soon took over her.

Xavier stayed up staring at her, he wanted to be everything for her. He was gonna spoil this girl rotten. The little shoe box was soon going to grow to a storage box in Jericho.

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some self indulgent writing because I didn't hear my alarm and missed my classes today lol 👉👈 also heavily inspired by this post - I really need a better alarm ;3

You're the sleepyhead in the couple - you always were. No matter how hard you try, you just can't get up early in the morning even when you really really should.

So of course your f/o is the one who's gotta give you some input to help you get up. They start by smothering you with kisses all over your face. they know it's not enough but it's mostly to remind you that they love you so much all they wanna do is kiss you. Always. Everywhere.

They slowly make their way with their lips down your neck, your breasts, your belly till they get right between your thighs. They plant a small, gentle kiss on your lap, napping at the fibre of your panties.

They finally get your attention as you slowly, sleepily tilt your head up towards them asking what they're up to and they just look at you with puppy eyes telling you you really need to get up or you're gonna be late.

You squirm, you really don't want to- actually you physically can't get up, the blankets are so cozy and you don't wanna leave the bed!

So they sigh. And then proceed to give you an ultimatum. You either get up now or they're gonna have to eat you out until you can't take it anymore and eventually pass out for real.

You smirk, cocky. Why would that be a bad thing? You love being eaten out by your f/o after all, you'd let them do that all the time if you both had the right amount of time~

They try to make it easy for you to understand. You will cum once. You will cum twice. You will cum three, four, five more times and more and more again but they'll never stop. Not until you finally give up and leave the bed so you can get ready for the day.

You try not to show it but you cannot help but swallow at the thought, yet you keep your composure. Your eyes actually light up with a fun look of dare.

Try me.

You really wanna see just how far they'll go for you. You really wanna see how much you can take.

So they oblige, push your panties aside and start licking. At first, you enjoy the feeling and just dwell in it. Their tongue feels warm and soft, it's just heavenly the way they stroke your clit in circles with it.

Then they start pushing their tongue in. You can't help but shiver a little after you realize what they're trying to do. But you try to remain unfazed. You try and resist as much as you can, enjoying the cozy feeling of their warm mouth between your legs as you wrap you both in the blankets. Eventually you cave in and reach your first orgasm. It's a rather silent one, calm, still very sleepy except for some faint moaning on your part.

But they don't stop. They keep going, licking, kissing, teasing. You suddenly remember the deal that you forgot for a moment. You suddenly realize that they meant it.

They're not gonna stop until you get up.

You resist the urge to tell them that you already came, you don't want to give them any satisfaction still. But the more they keep going, the more your body builds up that sweet adrenaline that you're so familiar with when they take care of you. It becomes harder and harder to ignore the tingling feeling down there. You don't want to admit it but you're already a whimpering mess, and so terribly wet. It doesn't help that you can feel them smiling against the wetness of your labia. Soon you cum again, this time its a bit rougher and you start to move frantically, feeling the rush running throughout your body and they don't stop. They savour your taste, every drop of that poorly hidden pleasure they're forcing out of you in attempt to help you get out of bed and as you start getting agitated you feel their hands holding you down. You're not allowed to escape, not until you say it out loud. They hold dear of your perfect little flower, not ever letting it rest, suckling on it, letting their tongue push through your pretty, desperate hole~

At this point you're just an overstimulated mess, dripping wet in between your thighs and tears start running down your face as your voice starts raining in pitch. You can feel yourself almost getting numb down there.

You can't resist any longer and you know it. You both know it. They let you cum again, and again until you finally cave in.

"Please" you say with a shaky breath "Please, I- I can't take it anymore..."

They stop to stare at you, unfazed as they weren't just sucking your soul out from the pleasure a moment ago

"So you're finally getting up?"

You nod, assuring them you are indeed getting out of bed. They give you the warmest, most beautiful smile and reach out to give you the sloppiest kiss they ever gave you, so that you can taste yourself from their lips and see just how intoxicating and addicting you really are.

They help you out of bed minding your shaky legs, getting ready to make you some breakfast. You've been such a good girl after all~

#djlahhj this got longer than I thought omg. inspiration striked me #nsft #self ship nsft #f/o nsft #smut #f/o smut #self ship smut #minors dni #nsft imagine #smut imagine #f/o 🧡#secret diary ❣️

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blainesebastian · 10 months

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flight (ccg universe)

words: 1,441 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from anon) “Based on the photos from the red eye flight (he looked so cuddly) can we get Austin and Luci and Ccg on a flight? Keeping her entertained lol dealing with a sleepy tantrum and then relaxing when they finally get her occupied/to sleep” notes: coffee cart girl universe masterlist posted here! thank you for the request!! hope you enjoy :) warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

It's rare that you get to take a flight with Austin, usually one of you is grounded while the other works. It's a nice trade off, a balance both of you have worked hard for and at this point you make it look easy. This time though, Austin has to head to L.A. and you've got the time to go with—why not take advantage of spending a few months in a sunny city while your husband takes a role? Not to mention you've got an aunt in Napa that Luci has never met—it's a win-win.

"So let me get this straight," Austin says as he carries Luci onto the plane, looking over his shoulder at you, "While I'm workin' on a set all day...you'll be in a vineyard lookin' pretty drinkin' wine?"

You kinda let out a light laugh but preen with a grin as you connect eyes with him, "I mean, I'm always looking pretty."

"Definitely not gonna hear me debate that."

A small smirk tugs the corners of your mouth as you both find your seats in first class, Austin slipping into the row first. There's a seat for Luci in the center, you in the aisle and he sets her down before he sits.

"Got your own seat, huh?" You ask your daughter with a grin, humming as you reach to fix her staticky hair.

She's done airplane trips before even though this one has a slightly longer fly time but she seems to like it for the most part? You and Austin have figured out what it takes to keep her entertained—you're hoping she sleeps; she didn't get enough rest before you all had to book it to the airport.

You hand over her stuffed black dinosaur from your carry-on, a variety of snacks in the same bag. "Goldfish?"

"No thank you." She says, Austin leaning over to fasten her seatbelt for takeoff.

You hum softly, knowing she’ll want a variety of things to munch on later so you’re not upset that you bought them. Not to mention, some for you to share as well. The in-flight trail mix always leaves a lot to be desired.

Take-off is the easy part—Luci loves how it feels like a ride, her seat bouncing, her eyes wide as the ground disappears out the window, talking in-depth with Austin and you about what she sees out the window. It’s only when it becomes ‘green’ and ‘blue’ does she begin to lose interest. Only five hours to go.

You reach into your bag and tug out one of her coloring books, wondering what she’s going to want. Your mind wanders again to the concept of a nap—she seems a bit fussy, stuck between wanting to sleep and wired from all the excitement.

“Markers or colored pencils?” You ask her, Austin popping the tray down so you can put the book on top.

“Markers!”

Smiling a little, you set down a small bag for her, glancing over at your husband as he brushes hair out of Luci’s face.

“What’s your filming schedule like?” You ask and he pushes the hood off his head of the sweatshirt he’s wearing.

He leans his head back against the cushion, his hand reaching across for yours. Luci decides she doesn’t like that, pushes both yours and Austin’s hands away from one another. You let out a soft laugh because the audacity, Austin grinning as he shakes his head and waits until she’s coloring to try again.

“Pretty standard, where we’re stayin’ is about an hour away from set, so I can work out comin’ home at night.”

You inch your hand towards his, “Don’t worry about that, I know it’s sometimes easier to just pass out in your trailer.”

“You would know.” He teases, managing to lace your fingers together without Luci noticing (for now). It’s kinda…crazy to think about all that, the whirlwind of your relationship, how it all started on set. Somehow feels so long ago, yet also like it was yesterday.

At least you know he won’t be across the country, that you’re here in the experience with him.

“Close to home, at least.” Austin adds after a moment, “Miss you far too much when I’m away.”

Luci huffs a bit when she realizes you’ve utterly betrayed her with your hands connected and yanks them apart again, a laugh tumbling out of your chest. Fine, alright—if your tired daughter decides she wants to fixate on that, you’ll just let it go.

“I miss you too,” Austin adds, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek and blow a raspberry there as well.

That seems to satisfy Luci for a bit, she giggles and goes back to coloring as you pull out a book to read and Austin puts in his left earphone to listen to a podcast.

She gets through the bulk of the hours with random activities—coloring, watching a movie, playing with a few sets of dinosaurs and dolls, but eventually you know she needs that nap. Particularly when she’s very unhappy with the selection of snacks you pull out.

“Wan fruit snacks.” Luci whines.

You sigh patiently, “Baby you know I don’t have those.”

That appears to be the wrong answer because her bright eyes well with sleepy tears and she pulls at her seatbelt, her legs beginning to kick. You quickly gather up her coloring book and put the tray up, Austin taking his headphone out of his ear.

"Okay, okay," He soothes, unbuckling her seatbelt so he can gather her into his arms. He checks the seatbelt sign to make sure it’s off, leaning his chair back a bit so he can easily support her along his shoulder. “Think we just need to close our eyes a bit, can we do that?” Austin asks her, tipping his chin so he can see her face.

You smile a little, amused, shaking your head as Luci snuggles into his shoulder. Her lower lip is still wobbling but…you don’t think you see any more tears falling.

"Typical," You tease, "Her taking the most comfortable spot on the plane."

Austin smirks a bit, threading his fingers through her hair and down her back. He tugs down the window shade so it’s darker, holding onto the stuffed dino next to Luci in case she wants it. Her face presses against his shoulder, eyes closed, tear tracks drying on her cheeks and she's asleep—out like a light.

"Nobody said you can't c'mon over here." He smiles, "I got another shoulder."

You hum warmly, that offer far too inviting for you to pass up. You, much like your daughter, have always found a home against Austin's body, so easy to become comfortable, sleep, feel like home. Especially now, while he’s in a pair of black joggers and a gray hoodie, something that seems to lock in the scent of lingering cologne and his skin.

You unbuckle your seatbelt as well, lifting the arms of the chairs up so you can scoot across the middle seat. Austin shifts lightly, stretching his arm along your shoulders and drawing you close. You allow your eyes to flutter shut, face finding the crook of his neck, breathing him in as he squeezes you as close as he can. Probably not the most comfortable position for him to take, especially for a non-stop flight of six hours.

"This has to be one of my most favorite spots," You murmur and you can feel Austin smile rather than see him.

"What, an airplane headed to L.A.?"

You'd shove him if he weren’t holding Luci. You lift your head up a little and stick your tongue out at him, to which he leans closer to press a kiss to your nose. Rolling your eyes, your rest your forehead against his temple,

"Your shoulder, you." You smile a little, "Even though your shoulder is kinda bony."

He laughs suddenly, almost like he's not expecting it, quieting himself when Luci makes a soft noise in protest at being jostled. "Could always sleep in your seat, heard those airplane neck pillows are the way to go."

"No thank you." You offer Luci's famous phrase, grinning at Austin's amused twinkle in his eyes.

"Hey," He says, waiting until your gaze meets his and then leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss. "Not forgivin' you for that bony shoulder comment, but, glad you're here."

You chuckle lightly, re-snuggling against his side as he squeezes your shoulder, his hand rubbing along your upper back in patterned circles. "Me too."

It’s quiet and comfortable for the rest of the flight.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #mccall writes things #ccg

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bellysoupset · 5 months

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Hey, Soup! So I have an idea.

If there's one thing I know, it's that carsickness can be made 100 times worse by 3 things: uncomfortable warmth, abnormally stiff seats, and fragrant car freshener scents. Leo and I are literally in the exact same boat when it comes to car sickness, and I know that when you get dizzy enough you can barely keep your eyes open, and it will not go away for hours!!!

I had this idea where maybe the whole gang goes on a trip somewhere and they rent one of those vans that has two seats in the front, two in the middle, and three in the back. And while they're driving somewhere and having a good time and everything, maybe Leo is just super uncomfortable in the van because it has little inconveniences that are just making his carsickness so much worse, but he doesn't wanna spoil the mood so he says nothing.

And maybe when they make a stop for gas and snacks or something, Leo stands outside the car and suddenly just starts throwing up violently.

Suddenly, everyone is panicked because Leo is almost delirious with nausea and dizziness. And Jonah is on the fine line between nervous boyfriend and trained doctor.

After that, maybe they manage to finish the drive to their hotel or wherever they're staying and there's just a lot of cute fluff and cuddles with Jon babying dizzy Leo.

I just think this would be so cute!!!

Plus, I'm stressed out with classes so I NEED my Jon and Leo fluff!! It's my serotonin (I think I spelled that right)!!

Hi darling! Thank you so much for this prompt and I hope you have your dose of Jon/Leo serotonin and classes are no longer stressing you out 💛

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"Leo can't go in the back," Jonah said sleepily, his voice a notch deeper than usual and twice as grouchy. He wanted to strangle Bella for suggesting they do a mini road trip for the nearest music festival and his boyfriend for agreeing with it.

Bella was virtually untouchable after such a scare during Halloween, so whatever Bells wanted, Bells got and that was the whole reason they were now in a van driving to fucking Manchester. Jonah wanted to kill her.

"I'm fiiiine," Leo whined at his overbearing words, but everyone else agreed that there was no way Leo could sit in the back, so he was quickly banished to the front of the van, alongside Luke, who'd be driving for the nearly four hours long trip.

Really, Manchester?

"Glare any harder and Bell will need at least two more stitches," Vince teased him with a whisper, while Jonah glared at Wendy and Bella curled up together on the seat ahead of him.

Jonah let out a huff, "I don't even like rock."

"It's a music festival," Vince rolled his eyes, "cheer up, man. There's gonna be a bunch of other shit to do, cool food, other bands too."

"Don't tell me to cheer up, shut up," Jonah scoffed, jamming up his elbow on Vin's side when the man tried to grab his shoulders and rattle him.

"Just go the fuck to sleep," Wendy yawned, eyes closed and squirming on her seat so she could better use Bell's shoulder as a pillow, "you're always cranky when you're sleepy, just get a nap."

"I'm not a fucking toddler," Jonah kicked their seat, causing Bella to open her eyes, all blue, confused and a little in pain. Guilt burned his stomach, "sorry..."

She opened a small smile, nodding and pressing her cheek back to the top of of Wendy's head.

Lucas had volunteered to drive, half because he was a control freak, half because he needed to be given something to do. Either way, Jonah was happy he had, because he knew that if Luke and Vin had been sat together, no one would be able to catch even a little bit of sleep. He curled up on his side, resting his forehead on the window and turning away from Vince, quickly dozing off.

Jonah woke up with giggling.

He frowned in his sleep, trying to figure what were the whispers about or the giggles... Something trickled his nose and he wrinkled it, closing his eyes back again... Something trickled his nose again and Jonah sneezed, a hand coming up to shield his face from view and smearing shaving cream all over his nose and mouth.

Vince, Wendy and Bella let out a howl, wheezing with laughter and Jonah opened his eyes in shock, before glaring at them, spitting the shaving cream, "What are you, fucking four years old?!" he exclaimed, kicking Vince's thigh with all his force, "what the fuck!?"

Wendy was clutching her ribs, "you look soooo cute with the cream mustache!"

"Shut up Wendy!" Jonah exclaimed, furiously trying to wipe the shaving cream off his face, but only causing a bigger mess since they hadn't been economic when putting it on his hand. Bella was wheezing, her head thrown back with a laughter and he could see Luke's shoulders shaking too. The whole car smelt like Vince's overpowering lavender scented shaving cream.

"Stop the car!" Jonah groaned, wiping his still dirty hand on Vince's shirt and causing him to squeal, since he was too busy laughing to avoid getting smeared with it, "Atwood, stop the fucking van!"

"Okay!" Luke yelled, clearly laughing, "fine! Calm down!" and then in a lower voice, "we needed gas anyway."

Jonah glared at his friends, groaning that now he'd be smelling like Vince the rest of the day, "you guys are such assholes," he pouted, once again trying to wipe his face, just as Luke turned on the lights to show he'd be turning in the nearest exit.

"I'm s-ssorry," Wendy said, but it was hard to believe she was apologetic when there were tears clinging to her lashes, mascara smeared with how hard she had laughed, "here, here-" she reached inside her bag and grabbed a little washcloth, so he could wipe most of the cream, although the sticky sensation and powerful smell was still there.

A gas station came into view and the van swerved to the right, shaking with the change of terrain, before coming to a stop before one of the gas bombs.

He immediately jumped out and so did Luke to fill up the tank and so did Leo... Who took three steps forward and bent in half, throwing up all over the floor and his own sneakers.

Jonah let out a yelp, jumping back. He was far away enough that he watched the next events unfold in slow motion, Leo swaying forward as if he was gonna pass out and Lucas realizing what had happened, barely managing to catch him as Leo's knees buckled, arms wrapped around his chest.

"FUCK!" Luke's shout overpowered Jonah's equally nervous "Leo!"

He skipped forward, shaving cream forgotten, not a mind paid to the disgusting puddle on the ground, crouching down to where Luke was holding Leo by the chest, the blonde still hung forward, vomit dripping from his lips.

"Baby, baby, baby, hey-" Jonah chanted, cupping his face, "Leo, open your eyes... Baby, what's wrong-"

"Carsick..." Leo groaned, his voice rough, before he heaved again and Jonah was forced to jump to the side, narrowly avoiding getting his jeans covered in puke. Leo let out a sob, one hand darting out and curling on Luke's shirt, squeezing it until his knuckles turned white, "msorry-" he slurred, a line of sick saliva hanging from his bottom lip.

"Don't worry about it," Lucas said, his voice calm, while he met Jonah's eyes over the blonde's head, all worried, "I'm gonna get us up, okay?"

Leo jerked slightly, barely nodding and Luke moved his arms, wrapping Leo's chest with his right arm and grabbing on the van with the left one so he could pull them both up, Jonah moving forward to grab his boyfriend's bicep.

He could tell that Lucas was holding all of Leo's weight just by the way Leo's feet were almost dangling on the ground. Jonah frowned, rubbing his boyfriend's back, just as Leo heaved again, letting out a loud moan as even more vomit joined the mess.

"Shhh-" Luke cooed, while Jonah moved his hand so he was holding Leo's forehead, stopping him from getting his shirt and Luke's arm covered in sick.

"Goddammit Leo, why didn't you say anything?" Jonah said, using the little washcloth Wendy had given him to wipe his boyfriend's mouth, "we're gonna get you to the bathroom to get cleaned up."

"Nooo..." Leo punctuated the groan with a sick burp, gagging again, "can't walk... Wirl- Twirling..."

"Did you hit your head or something?" Luke asked, frowning, but Jonah rolled his eyes. This was not a concussion, Leo was not a football player anymore.

"Where exactly he would've hit his head, he spent all of yesterday at the office," he snapped, stroking Leo's cheek, "baby did you take the meds?"

"Uhmmmm..." Leo groaned, although he nodded, before he gagged again and slurred, "move-" and threw up once more. Jonah wasn't sure how he had so much in him, after the meager breakfast he had forced on the blonde this morning, exactly because Leo didn't want to get carsick and was refusing to eat, Jon reasoning he'd feel even sicker if he had nothing in his stomach at all.

He waited until the spell passed, before cupping Leo's cheeks and forehead, expecting to meet a fever, but instead under his hands there was just cold, clammy skin.

"I don't... I don't feel well..." Leo whined, wrapping an arm around his stomach, "Jon..."

"I got you," Jonah squeezed his nape, "are you done?" he couldn't possibly have more in him, right?"

Leo let out a groan that could mean anything, so Jon forced him to remove the arm from around his belly and threw it around his own shoulders, while Lucas did something similar so they could drag the blonde to the bathroom.

Yet, Leo was completely boneless and not five steps in, his knees gave up again, nearly pulling all three of them down.

"I got him," Vince jumped out of the van, from where they had been watching the scene unfold, Bella and Wendy's head poking out of the doorway.

"I got you, kiddo," he circled Luke, getting Leo's arm wrapped around his shoulders instead of Lucas' and then wrapping an arm around the blonde's knees, lifting him up with a grunt, "where to?" Vince asked in a strained voice.

"Here," Luke led the way, while Jonah was too busy fussing over Leo. He could tell the blonde wasn't feeling well at all, because he didn't complain once at being carried like a damsel.

All four of them spilled into the public bathroom of the gas station. They were lucky it was a big franchise, a normal stop for buses, so the bathroom was huge, with many stalls. Leo let out another groan, pushing at Vin's chest and the other man put him down just in time for Leo to stumble toward the sink and bring up another mouthful of sick.

He let out a pitiful moan, knuckles white on the granite of the sink and Jonah grabbed his bicep to keep him up, rubbing his back, "you're okay baby, just get it up. You'll feel better soon..." he said helplessly. Leo shook his head, his whole face scrunched up.

"My stomach-" he made a little drowning noise in the back of his throat, before gagging fruitlessly.

Jonah let out his own unhelpful little groan, squeezing his nape, "hey, take a deep breath, love..."

Lucas turned on the tap, running his hands under the cold water and using them to wipe at Leo's face, drool and puke be damned. Leo leaned onto his touch, sniffling as if he was about to start crying.

"Jon..."

"I'm right here," Jonah squeezed his arm, mimicking what Luke was doing and planting his cold, humid hand on his boyfriend's overheated nape, "I got you..."

"Vince?" Wendy called from the door, poking her head in for a sec. Vince moved out of the bathroom and once he returned he was holding a plastic water bottle and slippers.

"The girls got you this, kid. Let's get you out of these shoes..."

With much effort Jonah ushered Leo to take a sip of the water, while Vince help him up, so Luke could go and undo his vomit covered laces and remove his shoes, putting his feet into fluffy slippers.

"I don't feel well..." Leo whined, struggling to keep his head up, "I wanna lie down..."

"We're gonna stop at the nearest motel," Jonah promised, wrapping an arm around his waist, "let's go back to the car, okay? You can lie down on the backseat."

"N-no..." Leo frowned, eyes closed. Even when he did manage to open his eyes, they were struggling to focus on anyone, "I'll get sick in the back..."

"We're so past that, baby," Jon rolled his eyes, then nodded at Vince and together they managed to pull Leo back to the car.

"Here," Bella moved forward to help Jonah push him inside, sliding her hands under his arms and hugging the blonde's chest, pulling him in, "I got him, get in."

Jonah obeyed, jumping over his boyfriend — whom he had forgotten was six feet tall — and sliding on one of the seats, so Bella and Wendy could carefully get Leo with his head resting on his lap, before moving to fold his legs.

Leo let out a groan, muffling a burp on Jonah's thigh, "I'm gonna be sick again..."

"Right now?" Jonah frowned and got no answer. Wendy jumped out of the van, while Luke fussed with the gas bomb and Vince slid into the driver's seat, since he was a better driver than Lucas and drove faster.

Wendy returned not even five minutes later, holding a plastic kids' bucket and a bunch of plastic bags, as well as paper napkins. She handed the items to Bella, before switching places with Luke and getting on the passenger seat, so he got in the back and finally the slammed the door closed.

"We're gonna stop in a second, Leo," Lucas promised him and the blonde only let out a groan, eyes squeezed shut and a painful frown one.

"The car.... Smells...." Leo whined after a minute of painful silence and Jonah vaguely heard Vin cursing up in the front, before the windows were rolled down, while Bella passed the bucket to Luke and wet some of the napkins, passing them to Jonah.

"Clean up."

"What?"

She let out a frustrated groan, before moving from her seat and crouching in front of him, wiping his cheek and hands with the wet napkins. It took Jonah a second to realize she was getting rid of the shaving cream, his mind too busy worrying about Leo to even remember that.

He blushed, "oh- Thanks..."

"Oh god," Leo groaned, before pitching forward and almost covering Bella's lap with sick, wasn't it for Luke nearly falling as he shoved the bucket under his mouth.

Jonah cringed, forcing his eyes on Vince's head poking out of the driver's seat headrest and keeping a hand on Leo's trembling back, keeping him steady.

He gagged and coughed for another minute, before slumping back down and Luke took the bucket back, while Jonah glanced down to his boyfriend' sickly face. He was so white that Jon could see just the pattern of veins under his cheek.

Leo let out a little whine, sniffling again and rolled on the seat, so he could press his forehead to Jonah's stomach.

"Try to sleep, baby," Jonah whispered, leaning in to kiss the top of his head. He heard a little moan and nothing else.

In front of him, Bella had already curled back up and was resting her head on Lucas' arm, as he whispered "are you alright?" in her ear and she nodded, sleepily.

Jonah was aware there had been consequences of the brain injury but he had been yet to witness what Lucas had told him, Bella falling asleep after barely being up for two hours.

Jon caught Luke's worried eyes and the other man shrugged, glancing down to Leo with an equally concerned expression. Wordlessly, Jon shook his head, taking some odd comfort in the camaraderie.

It didn't take them long to find a side of the road motel, but still Jonah didn't move, not daring to wake up Leo until everything was sorted.

He watched as Luke quietly pushed Bell off his shoulder, so she was asleep against the window and then he jumped out alongside Wendy and Vin.

In front of Jonah, Bella let out a little sigh, opening her eyes and rubbing, "what...Where...?"

"The motel," Jon cleared up, glancing down and keeping his fingers running through Leo's blonde hair. He wondered if his boyfriend was even asleep, or just trying to stay so still he could ward off the nausea, "Leo?"

A little grunt answered him and Jonah raised his eyebrows, surprised it was the second option, "we're getting a motel room, okay? Just a little longer, baby."

"Okay..." Leo answered, his voice muffled by Jonah's jeans.

Bella was watching him, with a frown between her eyebrows, "this was a stupid idea..." she whispered once Jonah looked up, "I'm sorry."

"It was," Jonah agreed, not feeling one little bit forgiving when Leo was clearly in so much pain. He caught a flash of hurt on Bell's eyes, but she didn't say anything, except for sliding out of her seat and stepping out of the van.

"It's not her fault," Leo groaned, curling up even more, wrapping an arm around his stomach. Jonah opened his mouth to complain, but was interrupted by Leo squeezing his leg, saying "help me sit up."

Sitting up was a challenge on its own, the change of positions causing Leo to sway on the spot and gulp convulsively, cold sweat once again covering his brow.

"Alright," Wendy poked her head inside the car, "we got you a room. Room 203," she dangled the keys before her face, "do you need help? Leo?"

"I can manage," he grumbled, although his voice was thick with queasiness and Jonah wasn't feeling very positive about that.

He jumped out of the car, before grabbing Leo's arm and throwing it around his neck, helping him out too. Wendy guided the way, skipping ahead and they stumbled forward, like a couple of zombies.

Just as they were about to reach the door, Leo let out another groan, squeezing Jon's arm, "wait... Shit, wait..." he leaned forward and Jonah squeezed his arms around him, as Leo gagged and brought up a thin splash of bile all over the gravel.

He dry heaved for another minute, while Wendy unlocked the door and turned up the A/C, disappearing inside.

"You're empty, love," Jonah sighed, ignoring the queasy churn of his own stomach, straightening up his boyfriend, "you're done."

"My belly hurts," Leo's voice sounded like he had chain smoked for 20 years. Jonah's heart squeezed in sympathy, he'd switch places with him if could.

"I know, I know. You'll be laying down soon and I can rub your tummy for you," he promised, causing the corner of Leo's lip to go up.

"My tummy, uh?"

"Shut up," Jonah scoffed, but he couldn't keep the relief out of his voice, hearing his boyfriend sound like himself, "c'mon."

They finally stumbled inside the room and Jonah could've cried at Wendy's forethought of pulling the blankets off the bed, placing the ice bucket near the bedside table and a bunch of water bottles too.

He almost fell in the bed with Leo and the blonde curled up, hiding his face on the pillow. Wendy stepped out of the bathroom, circling the bed quietly and planting a kiss on top of Jonah's curls, since he was sitting on the bed.

"I left some dramamine on the bathroom sink. He can take it if he manages to keep water down at least for twenty minutes," she whispered, "my room with Vin is right next door, 202, just knock on the wall if you need anything."

"Thank you, Dee," Jonah whispered back and she shrugged, stepping out of the room and shutting the door.

Leo let out a sigh, grabbing his wrist, "get in with me."

Jonah obeyed immediately, although he stayed over the covers, big spooning his boyfriend and letting out a worried sigh when Leo muffled a whine against the pillow as he was hugged from behind.

"Are you alright?" He whispered, lips meeting the top of Leo's head. The blonde groaned again.

"I'll answer in three hours," he squirmed, opening his jeans and grabbing Jonah's hand, planting it over his stomach. His abs were flat, more ripped than ever and Jonah carefully stroked over his queasy tummy.

#mywriting #leo wagner #motion sickness #car sickness #i kinda loved this scenario so maybe i'll write more in this 1 roadtrip?#let me know

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