#i woke up and i thought oh yeah...... must be a dream

[munsonsmixtapes]

Teach Me

Part One Part Two

Part Three: Lesson Two

Steve x bi!fem!reader

summary: you and Steve are forced to share a shift at Family Video the morning after your date

word count: 5,094

cw: mention of reader’s rough home life, her mother calls her a “bitch”, mention of both homophobia and biphobia, use of the word “dyke”, make out session between reader and Eddie

You woke up the next morning, grateful to find that everything had just been a dream. You knew it had to have been if you had realized you were having feelings for someone. Especially Steve. Oh, how silly you had been. You rolled out of bed and stood in your doorway, listening for any signs that your parents had been awake. Once you were met with silence, you headed into the kitchen to make some breakfast for you and Callie.

You passed by the answering machine and noticed that the light was blinking, signaling that you had a message. Your curiosity got the best of you and you pressed the play button before heading into the kitchen. There was a beep and you gasped when you heard Steve’s voice.

So it wasn’t a dream. That had actually happened. You had embarrassed yourself by denying his kiss and made him feel like an idiot even though you had wanted it as much as he did. You should have just gone for it despite how scared your were.

He had called you? When? You definitely would have heard it, so it must have been before you had gotten home. Maybe you actually hadn’t blown your chance.

“Hey, y/n,” he sighed. “It’s Steve. You just left and I know it’s a bit early after a date to be calling, but I uh-I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for what happened. I shouldn’t have tried to-you know-” There was a long pause before he spoke up again. “I hope you’re okay. I hope you’re not mad at me. And I want to continue our lessons because I had a lot of fun. Bye.”

There was another beep after the message played out and you stood there, trying to gather your thoughts. You were the one who screwed up and he was the one who was apologizing? Of course he was. He didn’t even have anything to apologize for. What had happened had been all your fault and you were going to make it right.

A door on the other side of the trailer opened and your mother shuffled out of your parents’ room looking like the main character in a movie that has just woken up. Her hair looked perfect and she clearly still had some leftover makeup on her face from the night before.

You always thought your mother was beautiful. You and Callie had clearly gotten your features from her and while it should have been a compliment, it always felt like a slap to the face. She might have been attractive on the outside, but she was so fucking ugly on the inside.

Her and your father had been some of the worst people you had known. They were selfish, awful people with the way they never seemed to think of you unless they wanted something. It was usually money but sometimes they would surprise you by asking for a favor. Since they always seemed to work all the time, you wondered where all their extra money seemed to go after they paid rent and utilities. Neither of them did drugs or drank much so it had to be going somewhere else.

You could tell your mother was in a good mood by the way she walked down the hallway. Maybe you could have actually had a civil conversation with her. It always seemed like you argued over the same thing. You’d always get upset because she was never home and when she was, she wasn’t actually there. At least not mentally. It seemed as if she saved up all her thoughts for her arguments with your father.

“Hey, sweetpea,” she gave your cheek a pat before grabbing a mug from the cabinet and pouring herself some coffee. Yeah, she was definitely in a good mood.

“Morning, mom.” You cracked some eggs into a pan and pushed them around with a spatula before putting some waffles into the toaster.

“You’re up early.” Leave it to her to completely forget that you worked. Maybe she would have if she ever came home after her shifts at Enzo’s. She always seemed to disappear for days on end then would show up out of nowhere in a good mood. You assumed that she was cheating on your father. You should have been upset by that, that your family was broken, but you didn’t have it in you to give a single fuck.

“Have a shift at Family Video.” Sundays always got crowded in the afternoon so you had hoped it would get busy.

“Who’s watching your sister?” It was as if she had forgotten every time. She never remembered anything you told her. You were honestly surprised that she remembered that Callie even existed.

“Wayne.” She had met Wayne multiple times and had even had lengthy conversations with him.

“What about what’s his name?” She snapped her fingers a few times, trying to recall the person she was thinking of. You knew exactly who she was referring to.

“Eddie.” He had only been your best friend for twelve years. God forbid you ask her to remember something about her own daughter.

“Eddie,” she repeated with a nod. “Right.”

“He’s working.” It just so happened that Eddie was working on Wayne’s day off so the man had insisted on watching Callie for a change.

“Why do you even have a job? Your father and I work so we can take care of you.” You let out a laugh at that. You couldn’t even recall the last time they had taken care of you. Your earliest memory was being left home alone when you were around five years old. They had set you in front of the television with a TV dinner and told you to “be safe” before heading out the door. What kind of parent leaves their five year old home alone?

“Right, because you both do so well at that.” You knew that the only reason they had you was because of the societal pressure to have children after getting married. Not only that, but your grandparents had constantly claimed that they wanted grandbabies. Neither of them had the desire to be parents and had even told you that they would have aborted you if they could have afforded it.

“Excuse me?” You had clearly hit a nerve but you didn’t care. She needed to know how you really felt since she always had no problem with telling you that she despised you.

“You haven’t taken care of me since I was a baby. I’m honestly surprised you did that.” Her eyebrows furrowed in anger and she stepped closer to you. You had crossed a line but you didn’t care. You were tired of walking on eggshells around her.

“You’ve always been such an ungrateful bitch.” She pointed her freshly manicured finger directly in front of your face. When had she gotten that done and how could she have afforded it?

“And you’ve always been a terrible mother. What else is new?” You stomped away before she could touch you. She chased after you, trying to grab at your t-shirt but you got out the front door before she could.

You pushed through the door of Eddie’s trailer and made a beeline for his room, knowing that neither him nor Wayne cared if you let yourself in. The place was a wreck as per usual, but that didn’t bother you. They were too busy working to keep the place clean and you were in no place to judge because you knew that oftentimes, a person’s living space reflected what was going on in their head.

Eddie was still in bed when you entered his room and you were honestly surprised that he was alone. If he wasn’t hooking up with you, he usually had someone else to invite over.

You went through the clothes on the floor, looking for your other vest for Family Video that you always seemed to leave there. Once you didn’t see it there, you opened his closet, wondering how the hell he found anything in there. There was clothing shoved into every nook and cranny and the thing was so full that you were surprised that everything hadn’t fallen out.

“Morning sunshine,” Eddie greeted. You pulled out every item and threw them onto the bed behind you, careful not to hit Eddie. “I must be pretty lucky if I get to wake up to this view.” His eyes immediately went to your sleep shorts that had ridden up, giving him a perfect view of your ass.

“Hey, Eds.” You didn’t even bother to turn to look at him. You were on a mission and couldn’t get distracted by him or his body.

“Missed you last night, sweetheart. Think I deserve some sugar for that.” You rolled your eyes at him. The man always seemed to wake up horny.

“Thought I was a taken woman.” He laughed at that, amused that you had thrown his words back at him. He liked when you sassed him like that.

“Oh, don’t give me that.” He threw his blanket off himself and stood from the bed. He stretched with a yawn and made a beeline for you. He didn’t like being far from you for too long. But you liked that he was clingy. At least you were getting attention from someone.

“You said it, not me.” You turned around to face him. He stepped forward and took you into his arms. “Face it, you just miss this ass.”

“You’re so right,” he grabbed onto it and gave it a squeeze, causing you to let out a squeal. “I do love your ass.”

“You know, if anything, you owe me some sugar for leaving me last night.” He was quick to capture your lips between his roughly, his hands gripping your hips.

His tongue slipped into your mouth as his hands moved to the strip of skin between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your shorts. They slowly moved up your shirt, trying to lift it over your head, but you pulled it back down.

“I have to go to work,” you mumbled against his lips.

“So do I.” His hands stayed at your back, keeping you in place. The two of you usually liked to get in a quick fuck before work, but you really didn’t have time.

“So, we don’t have time for this.”

“Are you really denying a fuck? Who are you?” He asked, moving his hands to your hips, wanting to feel your soft skin against his.

“We have to go to work and neither of us can afford to get fired.” He knew you were right, but he really needed your pussy. He supposed he could wait until you came over later.

“Damn, I love when you talk logically to me, baby.” You just rolled your eyes and removed yourself from him.

“Shut up and get dressed.”

“Fine,” he stole one last kiss before grabbing a shirt from the floor and giving it a sniff. It apparently didn’t smell since he replaced it with the one he had worn to bed. He then changed into some new underwear and a pair of jeans while you still looked through his closet for your uniform.

You had thirty minutes before you had to be at work and you were panicking that you were going to get fired. In Keith’s eyes, you had already been late too many times. You only had one more strike and you were out.

You found your vest hanging on Eddie’s door and quickly grabbed it. You pressed a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and rushed out the door back to your trailer. Your parents had left for work so you were able to finish getting ready in peace.

Callie was at the kitchen table eating the breakfast you had made for her and you had hoped that your argument with your mother hadn’t woken her up. She needed rest just as much as you did.

She gave you a warm smile as she bit into her waffle and your heart warmed seeing her sweet smile that consisted of multiple missing teeth she had lost throughout the past few months.

She always seemed to be so happy despite her living situation and you wondered how she was able to stay so positive. She was the one who calmed you down when things got too much. She was the one who would bring you a flower she had picked in the field from behind the trailer park with a wide smile on her face. Whatever the reason, you were grateful that she wasn’t cynical like you.

You entered your room and threw on a bra and some underwear. You then rushed to the bathroom quickly brushed your teeth and hair before throwing on your shoes and letting Wayne know that you were leaving and hurrying to your car.

You got to the store with five minutes to spare which was only because of your speeding. You were just grateful that there weren’t any cops around that would have pulled you over. You couldn’t have risked being late and getting a ticket.

Steve was by the door when you got there and he unlocked it before opening it for you. In all of the chaos with your mother, you had completely forgotten about the message he had left on your machine. You hoped he would have heard you out even if you didn’t think you deserved it.

You headed to the break room and clocked in, taking your time to put on your vest. You wanted to put off seeing Steve as much as possible. The whole thing just made you feel embarrassed, replaying in your head over and over on a torturous loop.

You stood by your locker, staring into the thing while you thought about what had happened the night before. Your date. The way you denied Steve’s kiss. The look on his face when he left. The way you came to the realization that you maybe, sort of liked him as more than a friend.

And that was why you had run. You wanted to tell him that. That everything was your fault and that he wasn’t to blame. You had been such a fucking coward and had lost yet another person because of it. A person that you were really growing to care about. A person that had been nice enough to help you when you had asked and now you had ruined everything.

You let out a long sigh then finally opened the door, the thing swinging wide as you walked through it. You were so in your head that you had barely noticed Steve standing there, holding his nose. You hadn’t even seen him and had hit him with the door when you opened it.

“Steve,” you gasped, rushing over to him. You took him into your arms and helped him into the break room so he could sit. You helped him sit in one of the chairs at the table and sat in the one next to him.

You kept your distance, but your eyes didn’t leave his face. Not only had you hurt him emotionally, you had also now done it physically. You were honestly going to be surprised if he had ever forgiven you. You didn’t think you deserved him. You didn’t blame him if he didn’t want to carry on with the lessons, you didn’t need them anymore, after all. That night with Steve just showed you that you weren’t ready to start dating.

Steve had gone through all the stages of grief the night before. Now he was just bitter. He wasn’t so mad about you not wanting to kiss you, he couldn’t blame you for that. He was more upset about the fact that you had run off with no explanation. He thought he at least deserved that. He had even taken a chance to call you out of desperation only for him to receive nothing back.

“Can I see it?” You asked and he reluctantly pulled his hand away from his nose. You leaned closer to him to get a better look and he let you, staying still. You were grateful to see that it was just red and that there was no actual damage to it. You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you had broken his nose too.

“How is it?” You asked and he just turned away from you.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “I’m fine.”

“Steve, I’m so sorry,” you sighed. “For everything.” He responded by standing up from the table and headed back out to the floor, trying his best to get away from you.

He felt like he had every right to be mad at you even though he could tell that you were overwhelmed. He wasn’t even mad at you for not wanting to kiss him. He wasn’t going to blame you for that. He had been upset because you had never given him an explanation. You just left without a word and had completely ghosted you.

He had even called you afterward to apologize and to make sure that you were okay. But you had just ignored him and now he felt like a fucking idiot. Maybe you hadn’t liked him as much as he thought you did. He could have sworn that the two of you had a connection, but he guessed he was the only one who thought so.

You followed him out onto the floor in silence and you headed to the counter as customers entered the building. It was a couple-a guy and a girl-around your age. They were holding onto each other and giggling as they stepped inside and you couldn’t help but want what they had.

“Hey, welcome in! Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” You pushed the whole thing with Steve out of your head and tried to focus on the task at hand. For the next eight hours, it was going to be as if nothing had happened.

“Actually,” the girl replied. “We’re looking for a romcom.” Of fucking course. That seemed to be one of the more popular genres among customers. Why anyone would have wanted to subject themselves you didn’t know. Watching two people fall in love sounded so boring to you. You preferred either action or horror. Those always seemed to interest you, keeping you on the edge of your seat.

“Was there one in particular that you were looking for?”

“We’re just browsing,” the guy responded.

“Okay, well, the romcoms are on the very back wall.” You pointed in that direction and watched them head that way. “Let me know if you need anything else!”

You leaned onto the counter, resting your chin into the palm of your hand as you spotted Steve helping the couple find a specific title. You couldn’t help but feel like he was much better at the job than you were. He was always so friendly as if he knew the customers personally. He assisted them with a bright smile on his face, like he couldn’t have been happier to help them.

He always went above and beyond to make sure that everyone was happy and if they weren’t, he’d do whatever he could to appease them. It didn’t matter if it was ordering a movie the store didn’t carry or just straight up giving them a full refund if they weren’t satisfied. He was definitely the best employee and you envied him for it.

You turned to the computer and signed into it to put some returns back into the system. Steve clearly had the floor handled so you figured you’d actually be productive instead of letting your thoughts eat away at you. You also didn’t want to risk Keith coming out of his office and seeing you not working.

You booted up the computer and turned to the door when the bell had chimed, signaling that another customer had entered. She stepped over to the counter, resting her arms on top of it.

“Is Steve working today?” It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that question and it definitely wouldn’t have been the last.

“Romcoms,” you responded, pointing in the general direction. You watched her head that way in the corner of your eye and continued to type away.

Steve had finished with the customers and took to fixing up the section he was in to pass the time. It always seemed super slow in the mornings. He stood up from putting some videos away from the bottom shelf and noticed a girl approaching him.

He recognized her, but felt bad that he had completely forgotten her name. She had come in a few times and had flirted with him every time without fail. He wasn’t interested, though. He only had eyes for one woman even though he knew he’d never be with her.

“Hey, Stevie,” she greeted and he closed his eyes tight at the nickname. He hated it. It was so grating, like nails on a chalkboard.

“Hey,” he turned around with a smile. He didn’t like being mean and felt like it was rude to ignore her. She had come all that way to see him and all.

“How’s it going?” Her tone was a little too flirty for his liking. He was going to let her down easy. If he could ever get the guts.

“Oh, you know,” he chuckled. “Just working.”

“Well, what time do you get off?” He had no idea how he was going to break the news that he wasn’t intrested to the poor girl and he was wracking his brain for an excuse. He needed to wash his hair. He had to walk his dog. He needed to visit a family member in the hospital. Literally anything to get her to leave him alone.

“Oh, I don’t-” his words were caught off by an arm snaking around his waist. He turned to his right to see you and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion but still draped his arm over your shoulders.

“Hey honey,” you smiled at him and you could see him gulp, making his Adam’s apple bob. “Miss me?” You asked and you could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out what was going on.

“So much,” he replied, and for a second, you almost believed it. He had been looking at you with so much love that it almost seemed real.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” She eyed the two of you suspiciously and you couldn’t blame her. It was kind of weird. The two of you definitely didn’t look like you belonged together.

“I’m his girlfriend.” You could see her eyes narrow and you were hoping that she would just let it go, but she seemed pretty determined to prove your relationship to be bullshit.

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” A smirk appeared on her glossy lips and you knew that you weren’t going to like what she was going to say next.

“Well, now you do.” Your grip on Steve’s tightened and he was confused as to why he liked the feeling.

“You never told me that you were seeing someone.” He hadn’t, but he also was unsure of how to tell her didn’t want to go out with her to begin with.

“It’s new and I honestly didn’t know we were exclusive until yesterday.” Steve was mentally high-fiving himself for that one. He had never come up with something that quick in his life.

“Right,” she nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re y/n.” She turned to you and you didn’t like the tone she was using.

“That’s me,” you nodded. “And you’re Melissa.” Right, that was her name.

“You live in the trailer park, right? Forest Hills?” You knew exactly what she was getting at and had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. People just weren’t original with their insults anymore.

“Why do you care?” You genuinely wanted to know why everyone was so judgmental about where you had lived. As if it had affected them directly that you lived in a trailer park.

“Oh, I don’t. But other people do and what would they say if they found out that King Steve was dating trailer trash?” Steve’s mouth dropped open at her words. No one was going to speak to you that way and get away with it.

“What did you just call her?” His arm dropped from your shoulders and he stepped in front of you as if to act as a human shield to protect you from Melissa’s words.

“Steve-” you rested a hand on his shoulder, wanting to tell him to drop it, but he just shrugged your hand off, stepping closer to the girl.

“I asked you a question.”

“C’mon Steve. We both know you’re out of her league. You could do so much better.” He couldn’t believe that she had insulted you and hyped herself up in the same sentence.

“You’re talking about yourself, right?” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Of course I am. Isn’t she a dyke anyway?” Steve’s face was rapidly turning red in anger. He balled his fists, knowing that if a man had said that word, he wouldn’t have hesitated to deck him. He knew that you were bisexual, but he didn’t see a single problem with that like other people in town seemed to. He didn’t think that your sexuality was anyone’s business but your own so he was going to let you decide if you wanted to correct Melissa.

“I’m bisexual, actually,” you corrected.

“Not that that’s any of your business,” Steve added. “Get. Out.” He was gritting his teeth so hard that you were sure sure that it was probably causing pain to his jaw.

“Excuse me?” She scoffed. Clearly she needed to be knocked down a peg or two and Steve was more than happy to do so.

“Did you not hear me? I said get the fuck out!” He pointed to the door and Melissa was quick to hurry in that direction.

You heard the bell on the door chime, signaling that she had exited the building and Steve was quick to turn to you to see how you were holding up. Your face hadn’t changed and he assumed that you were just holding in your pain like you always did.

You stood a few feet apart and you didn’t know why you felt the urge to hug him. It was the least he deserved for standing up for you. If it had been Eddie who had done it, you wouldn’t have hesitated. But it was Steve and you and Steve didn’t hug.

“What a fucking bitch,” he muttered under his breath but you still heard it. You were honestly surprised that he had defended you. You were the one who wanted to help him but he had stepped in to protect you once again. He had done it despite being upset with you and you couldn’t have been more grateful and thought he deserved much more than just an apology. What, you didn’t know.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I did.”

“Even after what I did last night? I didn’t deserve your defense.”

“What are you talking about? Just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean that I’m not going to stand up for you when people are dicks. That’s what friends do, y/n.”

You honestly thought you had blown it so hearing him still refer to you as his friend, made you let out a sigh of relief. A small amount of the pressure on your shoulder released and you gave Steve a small smile

“I owe you an apology for the way I acted,” you looked up at him and there was no trace of anger on his face. He was back to regular old Steve. “I’m sorry. I just-I got scared and I panicked and-”

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” He gave your shoulder a pat. “Consider it water under the bridge.”

“So, do you still want to continue the lessons?” He hadn’t been aware that they had been off the table and felt bad that you actually thought that he would have ended things without discussing it first.

“As long as you do,” he shrugged.

“I do,” you nodded and he smiled in response.

“Great,” he nodded. “It’s a date,” he winked to which you rolled your eyes.

“I'm sorry.”

“You’re forgiven,” he rested his hands on your shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s just start all over, alright? Clean slate.”

“Okay,” you agreed, grateful that you had settled your argument.

“Good. Now let’s get back to work before Keith gets here. I’ll take the floor and you sit pretty at the counter alright?” Your cheeks turned pink at the word “pretty” and you resisted the urge to turn away from him so he couldn’t see it.

“Anything you say, Stevie,” you brushed past him to get back to the counter. You then turned back to him and pressed a quick peck to his cheek. “Thanks for defending me.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “It was nothing.” As soon as your back was turned to him, he reached up and rested his hand on the spot where you had kissed him, staring at you lovingly.

God, he really was in deep, wasn’t he? What had started as a little crush was rapidly turning into full-on love and he was falling deeper and deeper. And with someone who hadn’t felt the same way nor ever could. He was in deep shit, but he didn’t even care. He was going to let himself feel it. He had to. You had reached into his chest and taken his heart and he let you happily.

You got to the counter and turned to Steve who had already been looking at you. If you were already starting to feel a little something for him, you were afraid of what was going to come from the dates you still hadn’t gone on. For once, you wanted to find out even though the thought of actually falling in love terrified you. For once, you wanted to see what all the hype was about. You were fully prepared to dive in head first, knowing that Steve would be right there to catch you.

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[idanceuntilidie]

What about yandere prince over his favorite knight? Male reader ofc :)

I am done I deserve mac n cheese and almonds

Hope this was okay.

Yandere Prince x male reader

tw: yandere themes and being held against will

You were assigned to prince Charlie since you were little, so naturally you were very protective of him.

You two shared a very special bond of course, two best friends since childhood.

But for prince Charlie, it was oh, so much more. At first he didn’t understand it, you were there more often than not.

He remembers how often you clinged to him when you two were younger. You were supposed to be the one protecting him, he didn’t mind that.

As you two grew older, you got braver and stronger. You even spend less time with him. He noticed something was wrong with him.

An unknown feeling blossomed in his chest.

And you made it so much stronger.

It’s not really like you did anything special, you just,

existed.

He started to appreciate your existence more. How when you smiled your cheeks were dusted by pinkish colour and your eyes twinkled with such a happy flame.

How you wielded your sword and how brave you were.

He watched you, heart longing for you. For your little touches, your laughs.

Oh how he wishes you two were kids again, he would protect you from danger and you would cling to him and never let go.

You were so far away but at the same time so close. After a while, just watching wasn’t enough, he needed you back and he would do everything to make it happen.

You noticed a slight change in your environment.

It started small, maids, servants and other knights started to ignore you. They shook when they saw you and ran away.

You weren’t a violent person, so you didn’t understand what was wrong.

It hurt slightly, but you can’t just go around crying. You were a royal knight after all.

Then Prince Charlie requested you must be near him at all times, you expected that since you were his personal knight,

no more strolls through the castle and gardens. No more training. You can’t leave him, not even to eat or sleep.

You feared the last one. You feared you might grow weak, but you can’t let your prince that so you stayed silent.

You didn’t dare to eat, drink or sleep in his presence, much to his dismay. You thought it was disrespectful to even do these things in his presence, EVEN if you two knew each other all your lives.

After some time your body could in fact, not take it anymore so you fainted.

You woke up not long after, laying on the comfiest bed you had ever felt. Stripped from your armour and chained to the bed. Your first thought was that someone broke in and hurt your prince, naturally, you began to struggle. Your body was weak due to the lack of food or sleep.

You didn’t notice your Prince walking cheerfully through the door.

“Oh you are up, how wonderful”

He chirped happily. Your tired eyes followed his figure.

“Your.. highness? What is the meaning of this?”

You asked, voice raspy. Swallowing hurt so much.

“Oh you had fainted my dear knight”

he hummed as he placed something on the table. You tried to move your arms, you felt weak. Chains only rattled quietly because of your movement, it caught Charlies attention.

“Don’t you dare to move y/n”

“Just, just take me to the doctor I will be fine in few days and-“

His pale face turned cherry red in anger.

“No! You are only allowed to see me, only me! I AM taking care of you now!”

His voice boomed loudly in your ears. You winced.

He turned away from you, trying to calm down, then took something from the table, a plate. Charlie walked to the bed, and placed the plate on a nightstand, so he could uncuff your hands.

Your body felt weak, you let him sit you up.

“Now, let me feed you yeah? You must be oh so hungry, and then we can spend some time together.”

he smiled, you were too weak to argue so he took your silence as an agreement. You prayed silently that this was just a dream.

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[suugarbabe]

[Chapter 7]

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: SMUT, dom!reader, sub!mattheo, male!masterbation, 18+ content below the cut, MDNI!!

Warmth. That’s what you felt pressed against your back and across your middle as you slowly started to blink your eyes awake. You were confused at first, thinking maybe you were dreaming the sensations that you felt, but looking down at your waist and seeing the tattooed hand that was splayed across your stomach confirmed: Mattheo had stayed through the night. You stretched your arms out in front of you, stretching out your muscles from sleep and the other previous nights activity.

Mattheo must have thought you were trying to get up from the action, his arm that was wrapped around you instinctively pulling you closer to his chest. His face burrowed into your neck, breath fanning against your skin as his breathing stayed even. You allowed him to embrace you a little longer, getting lost in your thoughts, thinking about what everything in the last 12 hours meant. Were you and Mattheo together now, like officially together? Would he tell the others? Were you even allowed to talk about it? You tried your best to fall back asleep, if only until Mattheo woke up, but your mind wasn’t slowing down.

Reluctantly peeling his arm from you slowly, you slipped from the bed, putting on your slippers and heading down to the kitchen. You knew Gimball would make your morning tea for you if you asked, he often makes it for you before you even wake up, but he must have known not to do that this morning. You also didn’t have a house elf at your old place, and you liked the routine of doing some things for yourself still.

As if he expected the change in routine, you walked into the kitchen to see Gimball working on breakfast, but your favorite mug and tea bag sitting on the counter while a kettle was on the stove. “How did you know I’d be down here, Gimball?” You questioned the small elf playfully. Without ceasing his movements he replied to your question, “Gimball knows many things Miss Birdie, especially that Master Mattheo does not like to be disturbed in the mornings.” You smiled at this, cheeks tinting the slight pink at the realization that Gimball knew Mattheo was in your room. Ripping open the teabag and placing it in your mug, you tied the string to the handle before walking over to the whistling kettle.

“You’ve known Mattheo a long time, hmm?” You asked it as if you hadn’t seen into Mattheo’s memories, wanting to see what the elf might say. With a snap of his fingers an array of plates and kitchenware appeared on the large center island, “Gimball has been with the Riddle family for three generations, he remembers Master Mattheo’s birth, taught him his schooling. Master Mattheo is a good man, good man Miss Birdie.” You hummed in acknowledgement, smiling as you poured the hot water into your mug, “Was he good in school?”

You were just fishing for any knowledge about him now, anything you knew he probably wouldn’t tell you, at least not right now. Gimball nodded as he set up all the breakfast food and teas for everyone, “Oh yes, Master Mattheo is very smart, very smart indeed. Very observant, but I’m sure Miss Birdie has already come to knowledge of that.” You huffed out a laugh, nodding your head, “Oh yeah, almost too observant for his own good if you ask me.” Gimball let himself smile at your statement, something you didn’t see him do often. With another snap of his fingers, the food arrangement disappeared from the center island. You knew it was now on the large dinning room table, awaiting everyone in the house as they individually made their way down.

Gimball looked at you again, “Master cares very deeply about Miss Birdie.” You nodded your head, “I know Gimball, he really looks at us like a family. It’s a nice feeling.” Gimball shook his head, waving his small finger in the air, “No, Miss Birdie misunderstands Gimball. His care for her is different than the others. Master Mattheo is not always good with his words. Sometimes he cannot express how he feels properly. Master was not allowed to say his feelings when he was little.”

You opened your mouth to ask him to explain further, to tell you what he meant by his last few statements but the opening of the kitchen door caught your attention. You turned at the intrusion, only to see Mattheo standing in the doorway, now completely clothed for the day in a pair of black slacks and a white button up rolled to the elbows, displaying the veins and tattoos that decorated his forearms. You were clearly gawking and if Mattheo noticed (which he probably did) he was polite this morning and chose not to acknowledge the fact.

“What’re you doing in here?” was his question instead. You turned back around, only to see Gimball had apparated away. Turning back to Mattheo you held your mug up to your lips, taking a small sip, “Tea.” He quirked an eyebrow, “You know Gimball would’ve made that for you.” You nodded, “I know, but I like to do it myself sometimes.” Mattheo held the door open for you to exit, following close behind you as you did so. “You left me this morning, woke up to an empty bed and pillows that smelled like you,” he whispered in your ear, giving your hip a light squeeze. You smirked at this, not being able to help your quip back, “Mmm, what a bummer of a feeling. Thankfully I was still in the house and you didn’t wake up like that only to find me gone for days on end.”

Mattheo’s eyebrows shot up, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek as he suppressed a smirk. “We’ve got an attitude this morning I see,” he spoke as he sat down next to you at the table. You shook your head, “I would never get an attitude with you, Mattheo.” He huffed out a small laugh then, pilling food onto his plate and choosing not to respond. Soon the others started to trail in, thankfully most of them still in their sleepwear making you not feel like the only one.

Once finished with breakfast Mattheo placed a small kiss on your temple, stating he needed to go to the club early to take care of a few things before the night started. He took Pansy and Draco with him, leaving you at the table with Blaise, Theo and Enzo. The three wore devious smirks, Enzo’s eyes down at his plate avoiding yours. Theo, however, had no shame, pointing his fork at you while he talked, “So, sorella, have a good night?” You glared at him, “Fine, thanks.” Theo gave you a knowing look, “Enjoy it with anyone else?”

This question caused Enzo to choke slightly on his sip of orange juice, the other two men not holding back their laughter. “Serves your right, Enzo,” you stated harshly. The lanky man held up his arms, “Hey, I never said anything!” You rolled your eyes, “But you were smirking like you thought you knew something and obviously agree with Teddy.” Blaise tapped his fork on his glass, grabbing everyone’s attention, “Alright alright, lets stop teasing the poor girl. If anything did happen, which were not saying it did,-”

“or didn’t!” Theo pointed out. Blaise nodded, “Or didn’t,” you rolled your eyes, “can we all just agree that tonight is going to be interesting as hell. Well for us,” he gestured between himself and Theo and Enzo, “maybe not for you, Birdie.” You furrowed your brows in confusion, not understanding the implications of his statement. “Why is tonight going to be interesting for everyone but me, Blaise? What’s happening?” Theo couldn’t stop himself from laughing, clutching his stomach and rearing back in his seat. Enzo gave you a sad smile, “Because there’s a new dancer coming tonight. The one you covered for quit and Pansy said the new one is coming for her first shift this evening.”

You shrugged your shoulders, stuffing another piece of fruit in your mouth, “Okay, so? I don’t care about that. I only danced that one time because Mattheo said I couldn’t. I like bartending with you Enzo. Why would a new dancer make me upset?” Theo leaned both elbows on the table, clasping his hands in front of him as his tilted his head to the side, “Because this girl is proper fit, like, thank you fucking Salazar fit.” You rolled your eyes, “Again…so? All the dancers are fit, Teddy. You’re just a horndog.” Blaise jumped in, “Mattheo used to have a reputation…with dancers.” You stiffened slightly, but waved your hand telling him to continue, “It’s stopped since you came around, for some reason,” he raised his eyebrows slightly, “Everyone’s just curious to see how it will go.”

You placed your fork on your place, dabbing your lips with the napkin from your lap before standing, “Mattheo’s a big boy. I don’t control him, he can do what he wants. Like I said, there’s nothing going on between us, I’m just like the rest of you guys to him.” Theo snorted at this, while Enzo groaned. Blaise just shrugged his shoulders, “Whatever you say, Birdie. Just know if you feel like fighting, I’m on your side.” You couldn’t help but laugh at everyone’s dramatic reactions, “Thank you, Blaise, but I’m sure that wont be necessary. Everything’s going to be fine.”

And it appeared so for the first few hours you were at the club. You and Enzo worked together restocking the bar while Blaise and Theo sat on the stools, going over plans for different ‘business trips’ and other ordeals. You didn’t push it, but did try to sneak a glance or two at what they were working on. You had grown apparently too close to Theo those few days because he immediately caught you. Giving you a playful scolding for even trying.

Nothing seemed a bother until you went to put up two new bottles of rum and nearly slammed into the side of Enzo. “What are you-” you went to question but Enzo’s large hand palmed the top of your head like a basketball and turned it until your line of vision was the same as his. Immediately you felt like your body was on fire with rage.

Across the club Pansy was standing with Mattheo and a brunette woman. She was wearing what you would barely consider clothing in a skirt so short it was practically knickers and a top that was so small you figured there had to be a spell put on it for her breasts not to be spilling out. But that wasn’t even the bother as most of the dancers dressed in similar attire. What was bothering you was the way Mattheo was interacting with her.

It wasn’t like he was coming on to her, but it wasn’t like he was being her boss either. Though it was very apparent that she was coming on to him. Touching his arm, twirling her hair between her fingers, biting her lip. And Mattheo wasn’t helping, leaning slightly in to her touch, giving her a devilish grin. “What a fucking slag,” the words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them and Blaise nearly choked on his drink.

“Mattheo or Trixie?” Theo asked, knowing that using the girls name would probably instill more rage in you. Your eyebrows shot up, a scoff leaving your lips. Enzo groaned, “Cmon, Nott. Don’t rile her up more.” You opened your mouth to respond but it only dropped further in shock when you saw Mattheo tuck a stray hair behind Trixie’s ear. The three boys followed your gaze, all beginning to mumble amongst themselves about how everything was going to play out.

Jealousy is a sexy look on you, Princess, Mattheo’s voice rang between your ears as your eyes snapped to meet his. The fucker had the audacity to smirk at you before giving his attention back to the girl. You slammed a glass down on the counter, not breaking it but definitely causing a sound loud enough for all eyes to turn to you. “Oi, watch it, Birdie. Do you have any idea how much those glasses cost?” You hadn’t noticed Draco walk up to the bar before your actions, too focused on the growing grin Mattheo wore at your increased rage.

Then an idea popped into your head, a definitive way to get back at Mattheo being a right prick. You walked from behind the bar, coming now to stand in front of Draco who only eyed you suspiciously. “Hi Dray,” your voice sickly sweet, “Have any dinner plans?” Draco looked to the other three boys, obviously asking for an explanation of your question. Theo rolled his eyes but Blaise only chucked, “She’s plotting something to get back at Riddle. Seems like your her pawn, Malfoy.”

Draco raised his eyebrows as he looked down at you, “This true, Darling? You trying to use me to get back at cousin? What’d he do- ohh, I see now.” Draco glanced over top of you at Mattheo still talking with Trixie, his focus slightly less strict now that he noticed you grab hold of Draco’s bicep. Meeting your eyes again Draco shrugged, “You know what, fuck it. Matt’s been a dick to me lately, serves him right.”

You sealed happily, clasping your hands together, “Seriously? Oh, Merlin, thank you so much!” You wrapped your arms around Draco’s middle, smushing your face into his upper abdomen. “Easy, there. Don’t want him to kill me before we get to the main event,” Draco joked. You pulled back, smile still evident. Enzo just shook his head, “You sure bout this, Angel?”

Nodding, you walked back round the bar, “Oh I’m sure. Wanna go around 9, Dray? There’s no way he’d leave in the middle of busy hours. You can handle the bar yourself tonight, right Enzie?” You turned to your friend with pleading eyes. Enzo nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll make Pansy help if needed.” You hugged Enzo now, who let out a low chuckle and patted your back.

“I’ll leave a dress for you in the dancers changing room, you’ll get dressed here and I’ll make sure he sees you before we leave,” Draco was looking down at his phone as he spoke. You nodded, “Okay, sounds good.” He sent you a wink before walking back towards the office. You looked at the clock, noting you had four hours to get through before you could implement your plan.

Those hours seemed to drag, Enzo constantly reminding you to not watch the clock and just work. When you saw it was 8:30 you gave Enzo’s arm a light squeeze to let him know you were going to get ready. In the changing rooms you saw a garment bag with your name etched on it. Always showing off money, huh, you thought in your head. Unzipping the bag your face was graced with a smirk. Inside hung a velvet ruched bodycon minidress in a deep emerald green. The chest a sweetheart neckline with a slightly deeper plunge.

Slipping it on you were delighted with the outcome. The dress contouring every curve of your body, hiding the insecure bits and accentuating your assets. Doing your hair in loose waves and applying some light makeup, you slipped on the black heels Draco had included and walked out of the changing room, nearly running into the one person you’d hoped would see you.

Grabbing hold of your waist, Mattheo eyed you questioningly, “Where do you think you’re going?” You rolled your eyes, which only irritated him further, “Don’t worry boss, I’m not dancing. I’m just going to dinner.” This didn’t make Mattheo stop worrying, if anything he worried further. “Dinner? With fucking who?”

“With me, cousin,” Draco walked into the hall, clad in a pair of sleek black trousers and a black button up, “My, my, you look ravishing, darling.” You peeled Mattheo’s hands from your hips, turning to the blonde boy now, “Thank you, Dray. You ready?” Draco nodded, holding out his arm for you to take. You looped your arm in his, glancing over to Mattheo once more to see his face in a deep scowl, jaw clenched. You smirked, flashing him a wink. Jealousy looks sexy on you, Teo, you thought to him just as Draco apparated to the restaurant.

As expected, dinner was wonderfully expensive and posh. Draco surprisingly keeping conversation with you quite well. You even complimented him on it, “I didn’t think I’d every see this side of you Draco. It’s…nice.” Draco snorted slightly, “Figured I’d give an effort since you’re going to be my family one day.” You smiled, “Awh, aren’t we already family Dray? All playing house in that big manor?” Draco shook his head, smirking now, “I meant with what’s going on between you and cousin.”

You rolled your eyes, “Why does everyone keep saying shit like that? I’m sure he doesn’t treat me any differently than any of the other girls he’s shagged.” Draco’s grin grew two sizes, “So you guys have fucked? More than once or…?” You glared at him, “You’re insufferable.” The blonde just smiled more, “You know I’ve known him my whole life, seen him with a lot of girls, and I mean a lot of girls-” You cut him off quickly, “Thank you Draco, move on please.” He snickered lightly, “I’m just saying, I’ve never seen him act like he does with any other girl he’s been around except you. He’s kind of always seen women as a means to an end, like they’re just there for him when he wants them to be, then he can throw them away when he doesn’t.”

A frown painted your face, not wanting to see Mattheo in that kind of light, but knowing Draco was likely telling the truth. Draco continued, “He’s protective over you, not like he is with the rest of us. It’s like…possessive. Obsessed. He used to be really off the wall wild with every trip we made with the business, but now he’s doing more strategic planning, like he doesn’t want anyone to get in to much danger, like he has something to look forward to when he gets back.”

Your chest warmed with this new information, “You’re really close with him.” Draco nodded, “We were best mates growing up. Mum’s are sisters, but his was always off with his dad, you know him,” you nodded with a grimace, “so he would stay with my family a lot. Even had his own room at mine. I know we call each other cousin but he was practically a brother to me growing up, until I went away to school. His dad didn’t let him go to Hogwarts, wanting to train him like some sort of secret weapon for the war.” You nodded your head, remembering the memories you intruded on with Mattheo.

“He used to beg me to teach him everything I learned during summer Holiday. He caught on so fast too. Used to keep my old textbooks and practice with Gimball while I was away. When the war came he was really conflicted. Hell, we all were. I’m surprised you even came to the club after everything that happened. Didn’t you know…about us?” His question caught you a little off guard. Sure, you had known of Draco in school, he made it practically hard for someone not to know him. And you knew slightly of the others, just that they were similar to Draco, purebloods with family members that were devoted Dark Lord followers, but it had been a few years, everyone kind of grew up, looked a little different. Everyone but Draco, sticking still to his signature looks.

You shrugged, “I knew of the club, knew it was wizard ran, but I didn’t know by who. I definitely didn’t know you guys worked there. Had no real clue about Mattheo at all until Pansy told me. Voldemort definitely kept that secret well.” Draco nodded. You looked up from your plate now, meeting his eyes, “If Mattheo really saw me in the way you imply he does, why was he flirting with a dancer earlier today.” Draco’s lip twitched like he was holding back a smile, “Sometimes old habits die hard. Sometimes we get scared of the feelings we have because they happen so deeply, like nothing we’ve ever had before. And sometimes, when we’re especially stubborn, we just need someone to put us in our place. Take charge, so to speak, to prove to us that they reciprocate what we’re feeling, even to the deepest of depths.”

You quirked an eyebrow at his words, questioning if you were really understanding what he was saying. Draco sighed slightly, “I know Mattheo. I’ve seen him in many stages of life, many emotions, good and bad. He’s never allowed himself to feel as deeply about a person as he does for you because he knows once he starts falling, he’s never going to stop. If you feel the same, you have to show him. If you want what he wants, prove it to him. But you have to play his game. Don’t be a pawn, be a gamekeeper. Show him who’s boss, I’m sure he’s tired of the title.”

Draco paid the bill before taking you both back to the manor. Like a gentleman he walked you to the steps leading up to the rooms. “Thank you for tonight, Draco. It was lovely.” Draco smiled down at you, placing a friendly hand on your shoulder. He leaned in close, giving you a peck on your cheek and whispering in your ear, “Anytime darling.” He gave you a curt wink before walking toward his office on the main floor. You turned round, heading up the steps and walking into your room.

He had probably hoped to startle you, but you had almost expected him to be there waiting for you. “Have fun tonight, Princess? Fuck my cousin? Was he good?” You huffed a laugh, taking off your jewelry and setting it atop your dresser before turning to face him. “Don’t be brash, Teo,” you looked him over, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. His hair was disshelved like he’d been running his hands through it. Which he had been while waiting for you and Draco to come home. The thoughts in his mind spinning wildly about what could have happened.

You walked towards him across the room, him standing to meet you when you push him back down, crawling into his lap. “Draco and I just had dinner,” your fingers started to delicately undo the buttons of his shirt, all the way down before pushing it off his shoulders, “just like I said before we left.” He grunted, unconvinced, his hands going to your waist but you pushed them off, “I didn’t say you could touch me.” He tilted his head slightly, looking at you with a sly grin. You reached between your bodies, unbuttoning his trousers and sliding down the zipper.

You stood up then, Mattheo going to follow once more but you tsked at him, “Sit and take off your pants, briefs too,” you leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I want to see all of you, handsome.” Mattheo felt his cock twitch at your words, at your directions. He wasn’t sure what was happening but he knew he wanted to find out. You walked back towards the bed, just a few feet away, slipping your dress off your shoulders to reveal your bare breasts and black thong to the man across from you.

Mattheo couldn’t help but groan at the site, his cock standing at attention as you slid your panties down your legs before you climbed onto the foot of the bed before turning to face him, legs spread open wide so he got a full view of your glistening cunt. Mattheo groaned at the sight. “You can touch yourself, Teo. Go on,” you encouraged and he followed directions, instantly grabbing hold of his thick cock and pumping himself, “Show me what you wish you were doing to me,” you let your hands cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly causing Mattheo to groan at the view, his eyes rolling, “because tonight you don’t get to touch me at all.”

His eyes shot open then, hand stilling on his length. You pouted at him, mocking his frown, “Don’t stop now, baby. I was enjoying the view.” You lightly slid your hand up the insides of your thighs, giving yourself goosebumps. Mattheo watched with hungry eyes as you took two fingers and glided them through your folds, coating your fingers in your slick before rubbing your clit lightly. “Keep touching yourself, baby, let me see you,” you started applying more pressure on your bundle of nerves, slight whimpers leaving your mouth as Mattheo started slowly guiding his hand up and down his length once more.

When you slid two fingers inside of yourself, eliciting a gasp from your lips you didn’t miss Mattheo’s low, “Fucking hell”, glancing a look at his desperate eyes. Pumping your fingers you couldn’t help but tease him more, “You’re being such a good boy for me, Teo. Oh, fuck, my fingers stretch me so good, but not as good as when I’m stretched around you, Oh, god, Teo.” Hearing his name fall from your lips while he watched you pleasure yourself was his idea of torture. Your hips bucked against your hand, your clit hitting your palm with every grind and building the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach, “Fuck, Teo, I wish I was about to come on your cock, but you just had to misbehave this afternoon, didn’t you?”

His nostrils flared at your words, speech stuttering as his thumb swiped over his slit, eyes glued to your fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, “I-I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t-”

“Shut up,” you moaned out, looking up to see himself pumping his cock faster. You could tell he was close by the amount of precum leaking from his tip. “Stop touching yourself,” you commanded. Mattheo groaned, but listened to instructions. When you saw he had stopped your bucked your hips faster, chasing your high until you were tumbling over the edge into your orgasm, “Fuck, oh fuck, yes.” Mattheo’s dick twitched at the sight of you coming undone, your thighs quaking, clamping shut on your hand as you rode out your high, still pumping your fingers in and out of yourself before you slowed down, catching your breath and making eye contact with him.

You slid your fingers from your cunt, your juices glistening to where Mattheo could see if across the room. “Come taste, baby,” you held your fingers out of him. Mattheo clambered over quickly, immediately latching his lips to your fingers, tongue swirling around your digits to get every last drop. His lips left your fingers with a pop, hands going to grab your thighs to spread them back open for himself. You slapped his hands away, scooting yourself backwards until you reached the head of the bed, leaning against the pillows.

You spread your legs wide, patting the space between them. “C’mere, Teo. Come sit right here, back to me.” Mattheo crawled over to you, lips quickly attaching to yours in a feverish kiss. His palm against your cheek and fingers splayed on the back of your neck holding you steady as his tongue explored your mouth, groaning at the taste of you still on his tongue. With all the mental strength you could muster you push him away, slapping his face lightly.

Immediately Mattheo started apologizing, “I’m so sorry, Princess, I couldn’t, fuck, I just couldn’t help myself.” You shook your head at his ramblings, making a spinning motion with your finger indicating him to turn around and get in the position you instructed him to be in before. Mattheo turned around, lying against your chest. You delicately ran your nails along his thighs, his cock twitching at the action. “I was going to let you cum, maybe even help you, but you broke a rule.”

You grabbed Mattheo’s hand, guiding it back toward his aching cock. As he stroked himself again you ran your nails lightly up his sides, his muscles twitching in your wake. You continued to talk to him, tease him and get him further to the edge, “Last night you were so good to me, making me feel so full.” Mattheo let out a low groan as you trailed kisses along the side of his neck, his strokes becoming quicker, “Love it when you grip my thighs, spreading them open as you sink your big cock into my tight little cunt.”

Mattheo let out a shuddered breath as his thumb swiped over his tip. You grab his wrist then, stopping his movements. He let slip a pathetic whimper, begging you for release, “Fuck, please, Princess, I need to cum so bad.” His chest was heaving, head resting back against your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp, “Do you deserve that, Teo? Do you deserve to cum after blatantly flirting with that fucking slag right in front of me, hmm?” Mattheo groaned, “Fucks sake, I said I was sorry, you went out with c-cousin I should be p-punishing you.”

He stuttered over his words as you raked your nails up his thighs again, massaging just near where he wanted your touch but not giving in. “We just had dinner, just talked. If you thought it was anything more you would’ve hurt him by now.” You released his wrist, allowing him to pleasure himself once more. “Go on, baby,” you wrapped one arm around his shoulders, the other grabbing hold of his hair, pulling his head back with force. “Tell me who you’re thinking about when you touch yourself, is it her or is it me?”

Mattheo let out a guttural moan, “Fuck, Princess, it’s you. O-only you.” You started kissing up his neck again, biting the taught skin before licking to soothe it, making sure to leave a few marks. “Every time I think of you, fuck, and now I have the image of your tight little cunt stretching around my cock so perfectly. I never want anything else, oh gods.” You could tell he was close now, hips bucking into his hand. You brought your lips close to his ear, breath ghosting over his skin, “Cum for me, baby. Be a good boy.”

At your command a deep grunt left his throat, hot ropes of white shooting from his tip and on to the duvet in front of him. Coming down from his high he relaxed into you further, chest heaving as his breathing slowly evened out. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his temple. “Fucking Salazar’s sake, Princess, you trying to kill me now, hmm?” You smiled into his skin, “You did this to yourself, sir.”

He smiled lightly, “I said I’m sorry, Princess. Merlin, if I'd known this is what would happen from some simple flirting I would’ve never started.” He turned round, resting his head on your chest now. You hummed lightly, “I think you more than liked what just happened.” Mattheo pinched the side of your bum lightly, causing you to squeal. He turned his head, resting his chin atop your chest before leaning up slightly and catching your lips in a chaste kiss one, two, three times before laying his head back down.

You stayed like that for a moment before he broke the silence, “The boys say I’m growing attached to you.” You smiled slightly, hands running through his messy curls, “Do you agree with them?” He nodded, “Scares me how much I care about you, Birdie.” You frowned slightly, though he couldn’t see it, “Why does it scare you?” His eyes fluttered shut, you playing with his hair soothing him. He slid his hands beneath the underside of your shoulders, holding you as close as possible, “Means I’ve got something to lose.”

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[writingforatwistedworld]

Self-aware au

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, death, poison, possessiveness, obsession, implied manipulation, unhealthy relationship

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from

Entering your world

Returning home one day and finding a character from a game in your supposedly save heaven was definitely not something that was on your “definitely want to experience” list

But here he was, Vil Schoenheit himself… and he was crying the moment he saw your face?

Total confusion. Yeah, I understand.

After him apologizing, his reasoning for crying was being too happy to be in your presence, he explained how he went to sleep and woke up here

Did this remind you of the typical isekai trope? Yes but who were you to complain?

After all, you had a magical model sitting there on your shaggy couch

For the next few days, you expected some other character to pop up or Vil to suddenly undergo a magical girl transformation like they were used so many times in anime but thank goodness that didn’t happen because you weren’t sure if your heart could take any more surprises

Living with Vil was surprisingly relaxing though

It is no secret that Schoenheit is loaded from all his modeling and acting so you expected him to be more or less useless when it was about making himself useful

But would you look at that? He was actually pretty good

So good in fact that you had already dubbed him your househusband and even saved him under that name on your phone after he got his own

Of course, you never said that to him in his face

And for that, I thank you

You see, Vil wouldn’t do this for everyone he met. Oh no. He would probably just throw money at them to pay some sort of rent and then go on with his day

But you were the Overseer! The hecking OVERSEER!!!

When he first saw you, tired eyes and hair that could only be described as being a bird nest looking at him from a long day of work, he could not hold himself back

Tears of joy streamed down his cheek, him thinking that he died and ascended to heaven

Only after you asked him how he got here and offered a place to stay did he finally understand that this wasn’t just some sort of delirium or dream, no he was with you

He nearly started to cry again and his thought process, his head being filled with screams of happiness, must have been a copy of his own fans whenever they saw him

So he took his job as your househusba- *ahem* “roommate” seriously

What he might not even admit to himself was that he didn’t do this just because he thought so highly of you. No. It just meant easy access to your more private areas of your life

Your room was just so nice! Your bed felt like he was laying on clouds and it also smelled like you! Oh, did you save him under “house husband” on your phone? In that moment he squealed

He might even keep some things from you. Nothing too bad. Just a shirt or hoody… maybe he took more than just one

But the Overseer forbid- wait that saying doesn’t work here

But goodness forbid you bring someone into the small bubble of him and you

They don’t even need to do something bad. Vil will just see something that isn’t even there

That one friend of yours? Oh, they threw some disgusting looks in your direction. (They didn’t, he just imagined it)

I would like to remind you that TWST is apparently a place where it’s totally cool to teach teenagers how to make poisons

Yeah, he might not have a lab or certain equipment here but he can work with what he got. Especially since househusbands are always surrounded by chemicals

Suddenly that person is gone. Apparently, they have eaten something wrong but the doctors are just confused about how and why and so much more

The longer he stays the more possessive of your attention he gets

Mention someone and suddenly they also fall sick

And all he did was hand them a homemade meal. People are so picky about what they eat these days…

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst vil #twisted wonderland vil #yandere vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #yandere vil x reader #vil schoenheit #yandere vil #tw: yandere #tw: murder #tw: death #tw: poison #tw: possessiveness #tw: obsession #tw: implied manipulation #tw: unhealthy relationship

[pixiesfz]

can u do reader x leah williamson where reader has a nightmare? xx

OFCOURSE I CAN! I’ve been having these weird dreams lately so I’m gonna play on that so this should be fun for me.

plot: y/n keeps on having these series of dreams and Leah tries to help her out

warning: nightmares, mentions of stabbing and killing idk, I’m writing this on my phone.

You woke away with a jolt as you caught your breath “again?” You whispered to yourself as you took in your surroundings.

You were at Leah’s and you hadn’t told her about your dreams yet but you thought they would go away if you were in her hands.

Maybe all those romance books you read were lies.

You took your time getting out of the bed, you didn’t want to wake up Leah and you tip toed your way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where you poured yourself a cup of water.

You sat on the couch with your now empty glass as you cuddled yourself. You could never sleep after a nightmare it was something you never grew out of.

But these nightmares lately weren’t very scary as such but you woke up so scared as if it was real.

“Y/n?” Leah’s voice filled the room as you looked behind to see your girlfriends blonde hair enter “I’m here” you said and you saw her walk into the room, her hair up but her bangs were fallen out, she looked beautiful and you smiled at the site.

“What you doing out here? She asked and you looked down “just had a weird dream is all” you shrugged “was it a nightmare?” she asked, now sitting down next to you.

“Sort of” you explained “but it’s just different” you said and she perked her head up “different how?” she asked and you shook your head “it doesn’t really matter it’s stupid anyways”

Leah put her hand on your hand which sat on your thigh “hey nothings stupid about a dream” she said and stroked your hand “well then it’s silly” you shrugged and she smiled “if the dream is big enough to take you out of my bed then it must be serious”

You smiled at her slightly dirty joke before leaning into her embrace and cuddling her side “can we talk about it in the morning?” You asked and she nodded “of course” she smiled and kissed your head “so you wanna sleep here?” her breath now fanning over your ear as you grew more comfortable on top of her.

You nodded with no words as your tiredness took over you and Leah smiled “okay”.

When you woke up you had to remind yourself of the night before and then you thought about the dream.

Leah deserved to know about it, you guys were getting serious and your sleepovers were slowly turning permanent.

“Leah?” You croaked out and she slid her hand through your strands of hair “yeah baby?” She asked “I’m ready to talk about the dream” you said and you felt her body nod.

“It starts out fine, I’m with you and the dogs and then I might be at work with the news crew and filming another weather show-“

You felt Leah softly laugh and you turned to her in a grin “don’t laugh this is my dream” you said and she nodded “sorry I still just find it funny that I bagged a weather girl” “shut up!”

“Okay then continue” Leah smiled and you sat on your elbows with Leah under you “like I said it starts early with me doing normal day things and then once I get home there’s always someone there with me, they have a mask on and their either trying to kill me or take something for me, at first it was scary but now I just wake up with my heart racing and shortness of breath almost as if-“

“You were in the dream” Leah finished for you and you nodded “yeah” you said and Leah smiled “I read something like this once” she said and you rolled your eyes “Leah buzzfeed does not mean actual facts” you laughed and she pointed at you “I actually learned this from a book actually.

“Oh yes your reading phase” you smiled and she now rolled her eyes “Like I was saying” she said and you smiled, looking up at your girlfriend “it could maybe be a warning”

“I’m going to be killed?” You asked and she crossed her head

“No, maybe you will get betrayed by someone that could explain the mask that this ‘person’ always has on that could resemble a person you are close with” you nodded at her words “or it couldn’t be” she said quickly.

“Or it could just be a vivid dream?” You asked and she nodded “some dreams just come for no reason” she explained “maybe your doing something in your daily life that you want to stop” she said “you did say they’re sometimes trying to take something”

“Yeah but” “No buts” she cut you off with a smile “If you have the dream again, wake me” she told you “but-“ “what did I just say about buts” and this time you laughed.

“Maybe he’s trying to take my house” you smiled and Leah smirked “What would you do if he took your house “Well I would stay with my girlfriend, she’s beautiful” you listed “she has these bangs that she complains about but I love and she also is the captain of the women’s England team how interesting-“

You were cut off with Leah’s lips on yours and you smiled into the kiss.

“Y/n” Leah said as she pulled away “yes?” You asked “Do you want to move in with me?” She smiled and your smirk grew “well of course” You said “but I would have to let my girlfriend know”

#woso #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc #england lionesses #woso community #woso soccer #katie mccabe #alanna kennedy #matildas #matildas x reader #sam kerr #woso x reader #caitlin foord #kyra cooney cross smut #kyra cooney cross x reader #sam kerr x reader #katie mccabe x reader #kyra cooney cross #katrina gorry #caitlin foord x reader #hayley raso x reader #jessie fleming x reader #hayley raso #jessie fleming #jordan nobbs #mary fowler #charli grant #mackenzie arnold

[kimbap-r0ll]

Heya, can you do mafia gang fishes having a nightmare about hurting their s/o while cuddling them? (Like s/o they made somehow s/o bleed a lot??

Hi! Lol mafia gang fishies (I'm assuming we're talking about the one and only Octavinelle!). This sounds like an interesting ask, I won't go into the details for what kind of injury s/o might endure in case it's squeamish

Octavinelle having a bad dream about their s/o while cuddling with them

Azul

You probably have to be super close to get him to cuddle with you, he doesn't want you to get hurt while he's hugging you (his arm strength is crazy)

You woke up in the middle of the night because you felt like he was holding you tighter than usual. He was also kicking the blankets off so you were feeling a bit chilly. When turning to face him, you notice how his eyebrows are furrowed and he's breathing pretty heavily. "Azul?" you try to wake him up, shaking him a little bit but then you realize he's tearing up a bit.

Realizing yeah it's a nightmare of sorts, you shake him harder and he almost hits you in the head with how fast he gets up. Shaking his head while breathing unevenly, he looks around a little frantic and sighs in relief when he sees you. "O-oh, did I wake you up?" he looks apologetic. "Sorry about that, didn't mean to," he continues and before he gets up to grab the blankets he furiously kicked off a few minutes ago, he lifts your chin with his hand and looks you up and down. He's checking for injuries, but he'll brush it off as "I had a bad dream about you getting hurt"

He doesn't want you to be burdened by him so he won't go into details. But it was a violent dream, a little too violent he was glad someone woke him up. When you two try to fall asleep again, he'll keep brushing his fingers in your hair and occasionally brush his hands against your arms and neck, places he remembers from the dream you got injured.

Jade

He probably woke up on his own, you were still sleeping when he got shaken up by the bad dream. He notices he was crying because his cheeks are slightly wet, but he doesn't really move around in his sleep so he doesn't look too disheveled.

Looking to his side, he notices you're still asleep. He'll brush some hair out of your face to make sure the injuries he saw aren't actually there (he doesn't believe his dreams but you never know). Muttering to himself about how tired he must have been to get a dream like that, he tries to fall asleep again. If you wake up around this time, you'll probably catch him staring at you with sort of intense eyes, like he's making sure you're not going to disappear

If you don't wake up, he'll pull you closer, put an arm around your waist and close his eyes. He tries to think of other things, like his work for the next day, some nice memory you two shared recently, etc. Sometimes, his hand will trace your arm up and down, but he doesn't really move much beyond that.

Giving you a soft kiss on your forehead, he'll likely fall asleep soon after. The next morning, he looks a bit tired, but relieved to see you well. If you ask if he's alright, he'll say he's fine, not wanting you to know about the dream that occurred. "Make sure you're safe, I'll make it my top priority as well," he might say when you two head off to whatever you need to do for the day. It might sound like a simple sweet thing, but he's saying this because he was shaken up last night

Floyd

Probably woke you up because he made a little yelp and sat up immediately. You had a feeling it might be a nightmare with how he just sits and stares at the opposite wall for a few seconds without responding to your "Floyd? What happened?" that was repeated a few times

Once he finally shakes his head and calms down a bit, he'll give you a really big hug (almost chokes you) and says "I thought you were going to die!" You'll need to ask for context, but he doesn't really give you much details other than he thought you were a goner and things like that. He'll check all the places he remembers you were injured. It's probably one of the few times you see him more panicked and vulnerable than other times.

Please hug him tightly when you two are going to bed again. He'll basically hold you in a death grip while he's trying to fall asleep, but at the same time he won't tell you he was really shaken up by the nightmare. He feels like it's not something you have to worry about, so he won't give you a lot of details. Tell him you're okay and he doesn't have to worry

"That was a really bad dream, sorry for waking you up," he'll sigh, giving you a peck-like kiss on your forehead and pulling you closer to him. He'll keep his eyes on you until you fall asleep, just in case something happens, he's sort of protective so expect this to carry on for a few more nights. Either way, he'll be hugging you and occasionally giving you kisses while trying to fall asleep.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #anon ask #twst scenarios #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst octavinelle #twst azul x reader #twst jade x reader #twst floyd x reader #twst octavinelle x reader #twst tweels

[mcx7demonbros]

No Dinner For You (Lucifer x GN!MC)

Warning. (Most of) the Brothers doesn’t care about MC/Reader (the story takes place in season 1 when nobody in HoL gives a damn about MC). Hunger. Slight mention of demon eating human. Please tell me if I miss anything :3

Not thoroughly proofread

Your first day in the Devildom was hectic. You were dragged down to Hell without your consent and without any prior warning and were forced to participate in an exchange program in order to promote peace between the three realms, the dream and desire of the Demon Prince - Diavolo. Living with you were the seven six demon brothers, who could kill you and eat you on a whim. At the end of the day, you were again dragged into another mess between the second born Mammon and the third born Leviathan, the latter of whom you had to help against the former. Needless to say, you were extremely tired, both physically and mentally.

Right after you managed to find your bedroom on your own (since you were technically abandoned by your caretaker Mammon), you threw yourself on the bed.

It’s so warm and soft. I wish my life down here would be like this bed. You said within yourself as you began to doze off.

You woke up, finding yourself still in the clothes you were in when you were dragged here.

How long have I been asleep? You yawned as you got up from the bed. You had the feeling you forgot something but couldn’t remember what it was.

Suddenly, your stomach grumbled.

Oh right, dinner. You finally remembered what the thing you forgot was. You grabbed your D.D.D and went out of your room, heading to the direction that you believed was the dining room.

However, what greeted you when you exited your room was a dark hallway.

Strange, why is the light not on? You wondered as you tried to find your way through the darkness. After 5 minutes, you reached the dining room but it was also covered in the silent darkness.

Wait, just what’s going on? Are those demons trying to scare me? You asked yourself. Let’s check the kitchen. With that thought you turned back because the kitchen was next to your room.

The kitchen was also covered in darkness. But there was a difference, the darkness didn’t cover everything completely, you could still see the light from the refrigerator. As you walked closer, you could still make out a large figure standing in front of the fridge and you could hear chewing sound.

Since you were in the Devildom, the literal Hell and the kingdom of demons, monsters and abominations of various kinds, you thought it would be better to not alert the creature and turn back.

“Oh, it’s you, MC.” Before you could make your escape, the large creature turned back and discovered you. In the darkness, you could make out the orange hair and a pair of purple eyes.

“Beelzebub?”

“Yes, it’s me.” The orange head demon nodded.

“What are you doing alone here in the darkness?” You asked.

“To devour whatever food I can find in the fridge of course. But I could ask you the same, what are you doing here, MC?”

“Well, isn’t it time for dinner? I came to the dining room but found no one there.”

“MC, uh…I think you should check your D.D.D. It’s midnight.”

What? At first, you didn’t want to believe Beelzebub but when you opened your D.D.D to check, you found his words to be true. The phone screen’s time showed 23:59, and you were just in time when it turned 00:00, officially ending your first day in the Devildom.

“So I missed my dinner.” You said as you tried to reassure within yourself that the demons must have left something for you, though even you doubted that.

“Yeah, we thought you didn’t want to eat dinner so we already ate your portion. There’s nothing left of it.”

“Oh, so is there anything left in the fridge?”

“No, nothing left in the fridge. I ate all of them.” Beelzebub answered then walked past you, exiting the kitchen, leaving you and an empty fridge.

Your stomach grumbled again. But you had nothing to satisfy your hunger. You could only hold your abdomen as you went back to your room. Looked like you would have to suffer hunger tonight. No one really cared about you here. You might even be dead for whatever reason that they probably not knowing anything until your body started to decompose and they only found out due to the smell. You wanted to cry but you manage to hold the tears back.

Don’t cry, MC. If you cry over a meal and the uncaring attitude of those demons, how are you gonna survive in Hell for one year? You shouldn’t cry because of those demons, they’re just like society, which doesn’t give a damn about you.

“May I ask what are you doing here, MC?”

You turned around and met a pair of crimson eyes. You knew it to be Lucifer, the eldest of the brothers.

Lucifer frowned when he saw your face. Even though it was dark, demons could see very well in the dark, they are creatures of the darkness after all. And what the Avatar of Pride saw were your red eyes that threatened to turn to two waterfalls at any given moment and quiver lips.

“No, it’s nothing.” You tried to dismiss the issue and walk away but the eldest already blocked your way.

“MC, it’s my duty to take care of your need while you are staying here and not letting you suffer any unjust discomfort. Tell me, what’s troubling you?”

You were unsure why but you felt attracted to the pair of crimson eyes when you looked at them. You felt that you could tell him any difficulty and it would be resolved.

“I’m hungry.” You said.

“Hungry? Didn’t you have dinner with my brothers?”

“I overslept and missed it. Your brothers decided to divide my portion among themselves. Beelzebub ate all the food in the fridge so now I have nothing to eat.”

“I’m sorry that this kind of inhospitality happened, MC. I wasn’t home at dinner and my brothers caused trouble for you. Nevertheless, it’s my fault for letting this kind of situation happened. Please let me make it up for you.”

“Ok.” You weren’t sure how the eldest was going to make it up for you but you agreed anyway, better than refusing and letting yourself suffer.

With your permission, Pride led you to his room, where he took out some high quality delicious dishes and a bottle of wine from a hidden cabinet.

“Wait, you store food in your room?”

“Well, yes. Sometimes, I need to enjoy a peaceful and quiet meal without my brothers’ interference, so I hide some dishes from Ristorante Six, a high end restaurant in Devildom, in there. I hope you will not tell my unruly brothers about this.”

“Ok. You have my word for that.”

“Very well.”

After the first bite, you found yourself eating the most delicious dishes you had ever tasted.

“These dishes are so good.” You praised as you were digging in.

“I’m glad you like Devildom food. Eat more.”

“Aren’t you going to eat? They’re yours after all.”

“No need. This is me compensating for you.”

“You should eat too. Or else I would be feel guilty of eating someone else’s food, being no different from your brothers.”

“Alright, if you insist.”

Then you assumed eating. You didn’t notice the pair of crimson eyes looking at you. The owner of those eyes didn’t care about eating, but only fixing his gaze on you.

It’s a good feeling. Lucifer said within himself and smiled. He even poured a glass of wine, whose name you later learnt to be Demonus, for you, saying the best food should be accompanied with best wine.

The next morning,

“MC, do you like our new chandelier decoration?” The eldest asked when you stepped inside the dining room for breakfast.

You looked above and found the five brothers being hung on the chandelier.

“Why am I hung up here? I have carefully disposed of all the bills. Why?”

“Lucifer, please let me down. I still need to watch that special episode of Ruri-chan.”

“I didn’t cause any trouble or prank you. This is you being prejudice against me.”

“Lucifer, being hung up will harm my skin.”

“So hungry.”

You looked at the decoration for a little while before smiling.

“It’s very peculiar. But I like it.” You said as you went to your seat and sat down.

“All of you,” Lucifer looked up and said, “Reflect on your action last evening.”

“Wait, what did we do?”

“Figure it out yourself.”

Why the others were complaining, the fourth born looked at you and frowned.

“Oi oi, I think it’s about the dinner last night.” Satan whispered to the others as they began to discuss among themselves.

It seemed that you would be receiving many apologies that same day. And it was all thanks to the Avatar of Pride.

Even if it’s out of obligation, at least he cares for my well-being.

Author’s words

I had this idea in my head some months ago before writing it. With the brothers don’t give a damn about us in early season 1, there’s high chance we will have to go hungry and have nothing to eat if we miss a meal or come to the dining room late.

Also, Lucifer having taken a liking of us since the start (evidence in Lesson 2-A normal) also inspires details in this fic.

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me fanfic #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #💙 #🦚

[captaindibbzy]

In relation to the Baymax thing, and also Turning Red, I think a lot of people have missed out on how fucking funny periods are.

Every time I turn on a comedy show I have to hear about some dudes dick. During school people drew dicks on everything. Even in family friendly shows there's hints towards inappropriate contexts. There's jokes about boys hitting puberty and their voice dropping through the floor and how teenagers are emotional wrecks and sleepy and rebellious and it's customary to make fun of teenagers.

Kids are joking about poop and piss. Adults are joking about poop and piss. Wet dreams are not off topic for boys. Inappropriate boners. Everybody smells.

There's entire episodes dedicated to cartoon characters (usually boys) turning 13 and deciding that they are an adult now and they must partake in adult things and forgo all the baby stuff they liked when they were a child (yesterday).

Now take the period. You're somewhere between 8 and 13. How much you have previously been warned about this largely depends on geography and culture.

My mum thought she was dying when she had her first period. Full blown meltdown. And then her mum was like "oh yeah that just happens." Just????? It's so stupid???? It just happens?!?!?!

The utter indignation of reaching an age where people deem it appropriate for you to learn about your own body, sometimes when the change has already started, and be told that every woman in your life from birth to now has been lying to you for a week every month. Your mother. Your aunt's. Your neighbours. Your teachers. All those women on TV. Everyone. They're all walking around with this thing and fucking nobody told you because it's inappropriate. They are bleeding out their yahoo and for some reason this is more inappropriate than poop and bogies and ear wax and piss and sometimes more inappropriate than sex. You've 100% seen blood before.

And now you are a woman! Suprise!!!! But oh no we can't let the men know. Why? Well they might be embarrassed. These are the same men that have been teasing you your whole life about being a girl and thus you must faint at the sight of blood and be weak and you can't lift and they are so much stronger. You're so delicate. Oh don't let your dad know when it's happening. It will be so awkward for him. Your brother's, who may be older than you, can't at all know! In some cultures men don't know this is happening till they are married.

"I woke up this morning and there's blood pouring out a hole I may or may not have known was even there and I feel like crap and now I'm supposed to be a woman not a child but we can't let the men fully know what's going on because they might faint or some shit from the shock and also every woman in my life has been lying to me all my life."

"Yes."

"How long does this go on?"

"Well... About 50 years."

"50 YEARS?!?!"

"And then your body goes through reverse puberty and stops functioning correctly."

Side note. Came back from summer holidays in to my last year of primary school and one girl and developed boobs over the holiday and suddenly all the boys had to get changed in a different room. It was to "get us ready" for secondary school. Except we didn't have a seporate room so boys had to get changed in the cloak room for PE.

And then, and then, you go pad shopping.

There's so many pads, so much choice, so much shit. Do you want to cram some cotton up there? Do you think you need a pad thick enough to be a nappy? There's pads specifically designed to sit on thongs. Some are long some have wings some are scented for some reason?!? Or you can get reusable ones or moon cups. And it's expensive!!! How would you like to proceed with the worst day of your life so far? How many are you going to need? Who knows! Nobody's certainly given you any indication in your entire life!

Also it affects your appetite. But you're a teenage girl and society has very strict ideas about how much is appropriate for you to eat and what you are supposed to eat.

Oh and your face breaks out in spots cause hormones are happening.

And you will get it wrong at some point and wreck your favourite cute knickers and bedding and pajamas. The fucking mortification of going to the bathroom at school and discovering your knickers are demolished. A pad will not help you now. You are miles from home. It's like shitting yourself but you have fucking less control over it.

Kids be out there singing "Uncle Billy and his ten foot willy" but if they know Sarah is on her period the world will end.

And this isn't even touching on the fact that in some cultures the reward for this is now you get to partake in the women's jobs. You are an adult now. Here is a pile of vegetables. No your brother's still get to play on the X-box. Yes they are older than you but they are boys and now you are a woman. Peel those potatoes.

This entire situation is ridiculous. Like utterly fucking hilarious how everyone is tiptoeing around this thing. I've never seen a period joke that wasn't funny.

#moon time

[3terna15unshin3]

Has there been a phone sex while he’s on tour blurb 👀

Voice

He’s only a call away, right?

1078 words

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a/n: Oh my god olive there literally hasn’t…….. How have i not written this by now it’s so hot

(Read the main fic here if u want more Matty and Este!!)

cw: 18+, minors DNI, dirty talk (sorry), mutual masturbation, phone sex, sub! matty ish??? a bit??, unedited, (i am posting this now in light of the Phone Eating bit)

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Este woke up after having dreamt of Matty's face between her legs. The way his tongue pressed strongly at all of the right spots, and his hands gripped around the base of her thighs as she squirmed. Disappointed was an understatement when she peeled her eyes open to see that he wasn't really there.

Tour was long and they were lonely and missing each other, so it was frequent that they thought of the other when getting off alone. But somehow, they had yet to get off alone together; even though they talked on the phone every night (morning for her, per the eight hour difference between the states along the west coast and London).

She was already unbelievably wet, wrapped in her bedsheets with sleep still in her eyes. So, when the first thing she heard was the ring of her phone, a sinful smile crept onto her face.

"Hi darling,"

"Morning," Este answered, voice raspy.

"Shit, have I woken you? I thought 1 would been a safe enough time to call,"

"Oh, don't worry," she insisted, pushing her underwear down her legs and discarding them off the side of her bed. "You're right, I'm usually up by now. Just didn't have the best sleep."

Matty frowned. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah. I was just busy dreaming of you."

He wasn't frowning anymore. Matty gulped the saliva down his throat and his ears perked. He could hear the smirk in Este's voice, and wondered if she somehow knew that he was already semi-hard.

"Oh yeah?" He egged her on, "Tell me about it."

Este bit her lip as she finally put some pressure onto her sensitive clit.

“You were here with me,” she started, eyes closing as she pictured the scene. “And I had your head pinned between my thighs.”

His breath quickened and he grabbed himself over his boxers, quietly hissing at the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Was I making you feel good?” Matty asked with a whine.

She nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see her, then corrected herself by muttering, “So good, baby.” Her fingers circled quickly. “Your tongue was against me,”

Matty took himself out, spitting into his hand and running it over his length a few times. He let out a breathy moan, then heard one back from Este.

“I wish I could taste you now,”

Her fingers collected the wetness surrounding her entrance and pressed even harder on her bundle of nerves. The action made her hips buck upwards and her jaw drop open.

“Me too. My fingers don’t feel as good as your mouth does,” teased Este, “Are you touching yourself too?”

The sound of his hand moving up and down his cock, slathered in his own spit and pre-cum, echoed through his quiet hotel room. She could hear it, so that answered her question, but Matty responded anyway.

“Fuck, yeah I am,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you, E.”

Este laid her phone on her pillow next to her ear so she could use her other hand to play with her nipples. She grabbed harshly, sucking in her breath at the feeling.

“All for me?” she egged him on, chest heaving up and down. The muscles in her stomach grew tight as pressure built right below her navel. “Your fist must not compare to my tight little cunt.”

Matty thought about the slick and warm feeling of sinking his cock into her pussy. The way she’d clench around him. He tightened his grip on himself and pictured it as Este instead.

“Darling—God—you’re killing me,” he whined. His action sped up, desperate for release. “My fist isn’t good enough, baby. I need you around me,”

“Keep going. I’m right here,” Este said, slipping two fingers into her entrance and curling them. Her mind drifted to the way he pounded into her relentlessly the last night before he left. Este’s ass stuck up in the air and met him halfway with every thrust. His fingertips on one hand dug into her hips as he fucked her deep; while the other was tangled in her hair, pressing her face into their pillows. The thought of it made her speed up her fingers.

“I’m not gonna last much longer if I do,” warned Matty. He ran his thumb over his pink tip, shuddering in the process.

“Wait for me, baby. I’m almost there. Can you do that?” She moaned at the sound of his frustrated groans on the other side of the line.

His hand only stroked faster. “Please, E. I’m so close already, just let me—”

“Matty.” Este sternly interrupted. “Be good and wait for me. You don’t want me to come all by myself, do you?”

He stilled his fist to try and obey, but then found himself fucking up into it instead. “Fuck, no. I don’t,” Matty responded through gritted teeth, voice intense and cutting. His hips buckled messily as the pressure beneath his skin threatened to snap.

The sound of his desperate plea made Este squeeze her eyes tightly with pleasure. She could hear the filthy rhythm his hand carried over his length and tried to match her own with it. Her breathing sped up as she felt her high approach.

“That’s it. Fuck, I bet you miss fucking this pussy. The way it milks all the cum out of you,” Este managed to whisper, so distracted by the euphoria building up and about to explode that she struggled to speak clearly.

“I miss it so much, baby. P-Please, just let me cum. It fucking hurts, E, you’re gonna make me cum so hard—”

“Fuck, Matty—okay—cum with me. Go on, love,”

He finally let go, coming harder than he ever could without her help. “Shit, Este,” Matty cried, opening his eyes to peer at the white strings pulsing out of him onto his stomach. When he thought of Este licking the hot seed off his skin, he threw his head back against his pillow and bit down on his lip, dick continuing to throb.

Then she came—at the same time—groaning in hysteria, lifting her hips off the bed and trapping her hand between her thighs. His name fell out of her lips, repeatedly and almost pornographically, while she slowed her fingers and rode out her high.

After a few laboured breaths, Este giggled with a post-orgasm giddiness. “Well good morning to me, I guess.” She joked.

Matty rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.

“We’re using FaceTime tomorrow. Deal?”

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[dyns33]

Sentimental weather

A little Morpheus x female reader

I'm less and less good with titles

It was raining.

No, the word was not strong enough.

It was a real torrent, a storm, a hurricane outside, and no one around Y/N seemed to care.

It must have been that, and the fact that she had found herself in this weird and unfamiliar place when she opened her eyes, that she hadn't been worried for more than a minute, before running under a tree to take shelter.

A raven seemed to have had the same idea, even though he thought it stupid, as he let her know.

"It's dangerous to stay under a tree during a thunderstorm."

"Oh, really ?" replied Y/N, who had the feeling that it was not normal for a raven to be able to speak.

"Yeah. Lightning could kill you. But you can't die here. Well, I don't think so. People can die while sleeping, but I don't know if it kills you for real to die in dreams. The boss says that we're real, but when someone is injured while sleeping, they're fine when they wake up, so I'm a bit lost. I have to say, he doesn't explain very well."

"Ravens have bosses ?"

"Not ravens. Me. I'm the raven, thank you. I'm here to assist the boss. Although I'm not much use at the moment. It's kind of his fault too, he doesn't listen. He's stubborn and sensitive. I've been told this isn't the first time this has happened. I really wish the rain would stop, it's been weeks now."

If his boss didn't explain well, the raven wasn't really any better. He continued to complain about the weather, until Y/N woke up. It seemed perfectly logical that this was all a dream, and she didn't think about it for the rest of the day.

But next night, when she opened her eyes again after falling asleep, she was still near the castle, in the pouring rain.

She was a little surprised, but as if it were normal, she went back under the tree, where she found the talking bird.

"Well, you're back." he noted. "And you don't listen to my advice. Just like him. I've been trying to talk to him all day, but no ! It's still raining."

"I don't understand the connection between your boss and the rain."

"It's because he's sad that it's raining. I mean, I can try to understand. He was in love, I think, even though it had only been a month and she wasn't great. I didn't like her at all personally. He struggles with feelings. Words, people… He struggles. He's had a lot of problems. But it's been weeks now, he has to pull himself together and listen to his good mate Matthew ! I can't fly in his conditions !"

As the raven, Matthew, continued to speak, Y/N looked up at the balcony of the castle and saw a man staring at the horizon, standing in the rain and looking terribly sad.

He must have been the famous boss.

Remembering that it was only a dream, and therefore not caring about the consequences of her actions, Y/N ventured towards the castle despite the raven's protests. Still without thinking, she went to the balcony, finding herself next to the man who was causing this storm.

"Hello." she said simply. "Matthew says you're sad and that's why it's raining."

"Matthew seems to say a lot of things except what relates to his job. He has to report when a dreamer gets lost so far."

"I'm not lost, you can't get lost in a dream. I know perfectly well where I am."

"Really ?" asked the man, without turning to her. "And where do you find yourself, little dreamer ?"

"In my bed. Unless I'm sleepwalking, but I don't think so."

"You think, you're not sure. You are wrong, we can get lost in a dream, and get stuck. Better check where you are."

Y/N then opened her eyes, in her bed, as she had said. The rest of the day passed without her thinking about this dream.

When she found herself again in front of the castle, under the storm, she did not go to join the little raven, who sighed when he saw her pass in front of his tree.

Still in the rain, still staring sadly at the hoziron, the boss made no comment as she came to stand next to him.

"Hello again. I was right, I was in my bed if you're interested. Anyway, Matthew talked about heartbreak. Look, I don't pretend to understand how you feel, and maybe it's not my business, but still, you have to move on. It's difficult, okay, but as the poet said, it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved. That's life, you have to live."

This time, the man looked at Y/N, and seeing his eyes, she understood that he was not human. There was something powerful and ancient in his starry eyes. There was also something else she couldn't decipher.

"… I said something similar once, to someone very dear to me." he whispered in a strange voice.

"Well, you have to know how to follow your own advice. Of course it may take time and you can ask for help, but I promise you that everything will be better soon. You deserve it. I don't know you, but you make it rain for love and a raven is worried about you, so you must be nice deep down."

The boss continued to stare at her with a strange look, impossible to read, between admiration, surprise, vexation at having been partially insulted and what looked a bit like love. But that was probably not it. Anyway, Y/N didn't ask, too busy waking up. Again, the events of the night didn't really affect her day.

Except maybe when a raven came tapping her window while she was preparing dinner. She looked at it for a long time, wondering if it was a trained raventhat had gotten lost and was asking for food, but without opening.

"Impolite !" he shouted when she didn't open, concentrating on her saucepan.

"… What ?"

"Crude ! Mean ! Reckless !"

"You can talk ? Are you… Matthew ?" she asked as she let him in, unable to remember when she had gone to bed. Because it had to be a dream.

"Yes, it's me. Sorry, I shouldn't have gotten upset, I forget it's weird to see a talking raven. Thanks for opening up, and remembering my name. The other never remembered it, she was mean."

"The other ? Who?"

"The previous one. Look, I guess you didn't do it on purpose, and I'm quite glad the sun came out, but… You could have been careful, really. We didn't need that."

"I understand absolutely nothing."

"Lord Morpheus isn't sad anymore, thanks to you. Hooray. Except not totally, because… He's in love again."

"Really ? That's a good thing. With who ?"

"Who do you think, Sherlock ?" sighed the raven, staring at her.

"… Oh."

"Yeah, oh. So be nice, you've seen what happens when he's down, please don't break his heart."

"But he doesn't exist. You either, I'm dreaming."

"… Shit. I did well to come. So I'll say it quickly, I'm real, Lord Morpheus is real, what happens in dreams is real, you're not crazy, and my boss is madly in love with you now. Digest the information quickly, please."

Just because the raven said it didn't mean it was true, Y/N could be dreaming or losing her mind. But all the same, dreaming of the same thing four days in a row was not completely normal.

If she decided to believe Matthew, it involved a lot of things and questions she would ask him later. Because there was more urgent.

"… He loves me ? Me ? Why ?"

"You are a beautiful soul, noble and pure, wise, who will perhaps appreciate his company despite all his faults. End of quote."

"That's a bit quick, isn't it ? I don't know him at all, you just told me his name."

"Well, that's not bad enough. Some people get married without even knowing that. If he asks you, say yes !"

"Matthew. Stop it immediately."

The raven jumped with her, moved in front of Y/N as if to protect her, before looking genuinely frightened when he saw his boss, Lord Morpheus, standing in the middle of the living room, the arm crossed and looking displeased.

Obviously the little emissary had not asked permission to come here.

"Hi, boss ! I'm… I was…"

"Again saying things you shouldn't. Leave her alone, go back to the Dreaming and help Lucienne in the library."

"Yes, boss !"

Not wasting a moment, the raven immediately flew out the window. Lord Morpheus watched him disappear into the clouds, before slowly turning towards Y/N. Again, it was hard to know what he was thinking.

"My apologies for the intrusion, and the pressure. Matthew shouldn't have acted like that, but he's impulsive and protective, he thought he was doing the right thing."

"… Is it true that you are real and that you love me ?"

"I heard that these two facts were not very clear." he sighed, looking suddenly embarrassed. "I want to do things right, so I intended to woo you, so as not to rush you, and so that you can know who I am. But if my advances are not welcome, a word from you and I will leave."

It was a way out. It was touching of him, because as he said, Matthew talked a lot, and Matthew said a lot of things that might have made Y/N think it wasn't a good idea to hang out with Lord Morpheus.

He was a complicated being, who had trouble with feelings, people, who was dramatic, stubborn, sensitive, with a difficult past, both in general and in his romantic relationships.

But so were many other people.

"Matthew couldn't tell me if we died in real life after dying in a dream." was Y/N's response. "You said we can get lost, so…"

Lord Morpheus considered what she had just said, understanding that it was an invitation to stay, chat with her, and possibly start his court if he wished to. He smiled slightly as he began to explain to her, and Y/N then realized two things :

It wouldn't be difficult to fall in love with this man, as dangerous as it could be.

Matthew was right, he didn't explain very well.

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[1whore1gang]

It’s the little things 🤍

This is part 9!!

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Warnings: cursing, angst, a mental breakdown, some fluff in the end, mentions of being in the hospital, mentions of mental health/SA

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Your eyes opened and you stretched, feeling the wrinkles in your bedsheets. Wait- your bedsheets…they weren’t this soft? Sitting up, you realized you were in Simon’s room.

Quickly, panic set in as you frantically looked around for him, cooing his name, hoping he was just hiding and playing a trick on you.

But one question still loomed in the back of your head: how the hell did you end up here?! “Yeah? You okay?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. That voice…it was…”Simon?” Slowly turning, you were met with your Simon. He was leaning against the doorframe of his bathroom in his famous sweatpants, the steam from the shower still fresh on his chest. The crushing feeling in your chest was numbing, your ears ringing. “Is it really you?”

“Of course it is? What’re you on about?” He chuckled a little as he adjusted his posture.

Quickly you realized he must not remember anything. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I had a weird dream.” You laughed it off as you took the sight of him in again.

Drinking in his presence, you felt tears prick your eyes. “Oh hey, darling no.” He quickly approached you as he saw the glisten in your eyes begin to form. His arms swooped around you as he pulled you into him. “Shh…whatever dream you had wasn’t real. I’m here, you’re okay.” His voice was soothing and gentle, a tone saved only for you.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You wiped your tears and couldn’t help but laugh at yourself. “It was a stupid dream.”

“Whatever it was, is gone. And don’t apologize to me, we’ve been over this. You don’t have to be afraid to feel your emotions, this is a safe space doll.” Simon walked to go grab some clothes, throwing them to you. “Throw these on and we can go meet Johnny for training.”

JOHNNY!

Dropping the clothes to the floor, you make a break for the door, needing to be sure that all of the boys were back to themselves. Oh your Johnny, you needed him right now.

Your hand landed on the doorknob and it wouldn’t turn. “How do you unlock this Simon? Is your door broken?”

Looking up, Simon was now gone, nowhere to be found and nowhere he could’ve went. “No…Simon?!” Your voice echoed. “Nonononono….”

Trying the door again, it still wouldn’t budge. You felt yourself collapse to the ground, defeated.

A gasp left your mouth as you woke up and sat up quickly. It was all a dream… You slammed back down into your pillows as you ran your hands over your face. “Fuck!” It came out louder than you thought, resulting in you to sit right back up and look over at the little playpen that held Simon.

He grunted at you, almost to say ‘watch your language’. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up honey.”

Walking over, you pick him and bring him back to your bed to snuggle with you, the only form of comfort you both have right now.

Simon was your sword, always ready to protect you with such a feral and vicious tactic. He swore to you years ago that he’d do whatever it took to keep you safe, always ready to go to bat for you.

The other side to Simon was soft and tender, always gentle with you when you were fragile, handling you with caution and care. But that came with a sharper side than his protective nature. That tenderness was only behind closed doors. As soon as you were in the eyes of your coworkers, he wasn’t one to step up to give you that affection you craved from him.

Hence, he was a double edged sword.

But you were always willing to feel the rath in order to get the soul that was deep inside of him. Simon was always there for you, even in the darkest of times. There were many nights that you’d spent in his room, the only reason being you both needed the company.

You both found refuge in the other. Simon gave you a safe place, a shoulder to cry on. He gave you the love and support you needed from your team. Simon knew well how Price treated you and when he failed to pick you up, Simon stepped up to help put the pieces back together of a person he didn’t break.

Simon was well aware that a Captain should be someone their soldiers find safety in, solice in. Captains are meant to not only push, but also help their soldiers. They are not meant to degrade them and make them crumble, leaving someone else to pick up the mess. You couldn’t find comfort in the man you were supposed to receive it from, so Simon made it his life’s mission to fill that void.

Your knuckles rapped on the door. It was nearly 4 am, and you had only been home a week since your last mission and someone you’d ended up at Room 256 every night since your feet landed on base.

Simon answered the door, his mask on. “It’s you.” He sighs in relief. “Get in here, you’ll freeze in that.”

You were in shorts and a compression shirt, the only clean clothes you owned at the moment. This mission had caused you to fall into a deep depression, and Simon knew the reason all too well, he saw the papers. When you told him, his heart broke twice as much as when he read it, and it felt like he was finding out for the first time all over again.

“Here, please.” Simon removed his mask and threw you a hoodie all too large for you. “Please…” He was begging you to take care of yourself despite what happened.

Throwing the hoodie over your dishelved frame, you looked at him and held your arms out. “Happy?”

“No. I’m not.” Your joke had gone serious now. “I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself. What happened in Dubai is horrible, and I won’t stop until you get justice, but please.” His voice was quiet on the ‘please’. “I am begging you. You have to take care of yourself. I can’t stand to watch you sit alone and pick at your food during dinners. I can’t let you go another day in training without water. It’s breaking me to see you turn into a shell of the girl I love.”

Somewhere in that, his hands had ended up on your arms, holding them. “If not for yourself, for me. I need you here Y/N. If you leave me, I won’t know what to do.”

You began to cry softly at his words and he quickly began to shush you, bringing you into his chest. “No man will ever touch you like that again. I promise.”

He promised.

And yet here you were laying in a hospital bed recovering from wounds a man inflicted. Looking down at Simon, he was staring up at you with teary eyes. He pointed to his blocks, and you groaned as you reached to your side table to grab them.

Sitting him down in front of you, you sprawled the blocks out on the bed. “Go ahead Si.”

He sniffled a little as he grabbed an ‘S’. “You?”

He grunts. “What about you honey?” He lets out a little cry and it breaks your heart. It seems as if he’s having a hard time with this, even at his little age. “It’s okay, you don’t have-“

A little ‘b’ and little ‘p’ land in your lap as he puts his hands on your knee. “Si, it’s not your fault.” He grunts at you. “You didn’t break your promise. There wasn’t anything you could do.” He takes the blocks from you and hands you a heart block, and the ‘S’ block. “I know you’re sorry, but it’s not your fault. It’s mine.” He grunts, handing you a ‘P’ block. “Price?”

He grunts. “It’s his fault? How?” Simon lets out another little cry and you fight the urge to pick him up and shush him. His eyes scan the little letters as he picks up the letter ‘t’. “Tia? She doesn’t have anything to do with what Snyder did.”

Simon sighs and hands you an ‘e’. “E?” You look at him confused. “I’m going to need more.” You watch hun search around until he hands you an ‘l’. “LE? Left early? I know he did.”

He grunts, putting his little hands on the ‘P’ and ‘t’ blocks. “He left early because of her? Did something happen with you boys?”

He grunts and you set the blocks he gave you down. He hands you a little ‘S’. “You?” Silence. “Soap?” He grunts.

“What happened to Johnny?” Panic settled into your bones, your mind racing through possibilities.

Simon hands you three numbered blocks: 3,7,2. “Is this a room number?”

Simon grunts. Running through possibilities, you knew it wasn’t his barracks room. “Is it a hotel?” Nothing. “Apartment?” Nothing.

“Simon…what happened?” Simon hands you an ‘H’.

“House?” Silence. “Oh God…no. Is it a hospital room?!

Simon grunts, and when he does, your whole world begins to spin. You didn’t even hear Laswell come in. She enters the room and Simon turns and begins to crawl to her, making little worried babbles. “Hey, what’s going on?” She swoops him up and comes to sit by you. “Y/N, look at me. You’re okay, what’s going on?”

Your eyes meet and the words leave your lips too fast. “We need to go to room 372. Now. Please!”

Laswell looks at you like you’re crazy, until Simon hands her the ‘S’ block. “It’s Johnny.” You cry. She sighs and looks at you.

“I can go check with the-“

“No! We need to go now! I need to make sure my boy is okay.” You we’re frantic to see Johnny and make sure he was alive and well. If the room was empty or filled with another patient, you could rest. “Please…”

Laswell eventually gave in and took Simon on her hip, her other arm wrapped up in yours to help give you some walking support.

You both made your way to the third floor and followed the signs to Room 372. Turning the corner, you asked Laswell to let you go alone, and she reluctantly stayed a few doors down. When you began to enter the doorframe, you saw Price and your heart dropped.

His arms were wrapped around Tia. One was around her waist, the other underneath her chin leading her into a kiss. “The fuck?!”

The both snapped to attention at the sound of your voice and you watched Price’s eyes widen in fear at the sight of you. “What’re you doing here?” His breathing quickened as he saw you hooked up to a rolling IV and in a hospital gown. “What happened?! You’re not supposed to be home until tomorrow. I-“

“Enough. What the fuck is going on here?” Your voice was firm, trying to hold back the tears that burnt your ducts, begging to break free.

“It’s not what it looks like, I promise.” Tia spoke up and you looked at her appalled. “Please let me explain-“

“No! What else could this be except that you were cheating?” Your eyes met Price’s again and his were filled with horror, fear, heartbreak, and sadness. “To think I trusted you.”

Before you were about to go walk away, a whine hit your ears and you looked back over your shoulder to see Johnny on the hospital bed with Gaz. Johnny had a little oxygen tube in his nose. Gaz was mindlessly playing with airplanes. Your eyes widened, Simon was right. “What is he doing here?!” You walked over to the bed, limping and barely moving.

Price reached out to help you but you shoved him off of you. “What happened to you?” You brushed your hand over his head, shushing his crying. He was trying to grab at you, seemingly wanting to come with you.

“He’s about to get discharged, he had a weird episode in his sleep and stopped breathing. Tia rushed him here and called me. I-“

“That’s enough.” I sigh as I look to Tia. “As mad as I am at you, thank you.”

She shyly smiles, chewing on her bottom lip. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Did you put him under an alias?” I ask.

She nods. “Kian Price, John’s nephew. Just like you told me to.”

You were livid with her right now, barely able to look at her. “You did good.” You say. “Can he come with me?”

“No, he has to be under supervision. They said he has some sort of sleeping disorder that causes babies to hold their breath in their sleep when stressed. In your state-“

“In my state?!” You stumble to your feet. “I’m perfectly capable to take care of him. At least I didn’t forget a kid!”

Price looked at you confused. “You really don’t know?” You scoffed. “You left Simon in your room. Laswell found him with a pink bra on his face.” His face dropped.

“I can explain. Tia and I were in such a rush and got busy and distracted and-“

“I don’t wanna hear it Price.” The use of his last name made his eyes go wide. “Once I’m discharged, we’re figuring out custody of these boys and we’re not speaking again.”

“Y/N-“ He tried to grab onto you, but you pulled away, causing you to knock into Tia as you both tumbled to the floor. You cried out in pain as Laswell came bounding around the corner.

You watched in slow motion as Price reached for Tia, picking her up and holding her to ask if she was okay. Laswell helped you to your feet, calling for a nurse. Your eyes couldn’t leave the sight in front of you.

The way their eyes met, the way they held each other.

His gaze didn’t even spare you a passing glance.

Laswell and a nurse began to walk you back to your room as you watched Price and Tia dissapear from your line of sight.

No sound was hitting your ears, time moved in slow motion as the weight of the situation fell on you.

The next few days were a blur, you had been discharged and told to attend physical therapy to regain your strength. You were sitting in your room alone, staring at the empty space where the playpen used to sit. Price had Soap and Gaz still and Laswell had taken Simon to let you heal, but little did she know Simon would help you heal.

You had been alone for almost a week, not even leaving the confines of your walls. You didn’t dare to run the risk of running into anyone. You’d perfer to be a hermit.

Therapy had called you multiple times wondering why you weren’t there and stressed the importance of attendance, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You really couldn’t do much of anything. In such a state of heartbreak that you couldn’t even move from your place on the floor leaned against the foot of your bed.

You had lost everything, your boys, the love of your life, even Laswell has yet to talk to you since your discharge. For the first time since you joined this team, you were on your own…and you were failing yourself.

You’d always had someone to help you, stand by your side during hard times. Not this time, it was all you and you didn’t know what to do.

Without Simon’s comforting arms or Johnny’s smile. Without Simon’s soothing voice, ears empty of Johnny’s laugh. Lacking the strength of your sword and shield.

You remembered the day they found out about the incident in Dubai, the man who had assaulted you.

Simon, Johnny and yourself were all hanging out in the common area when Johnny surprised you and jumped you, planting himself over you as he played his usually prank on you and tickled you. He knew how much you hated it and loved to watch you squirm under him as you laughed.

This time, you screamed, you froze and stared up at him in fear. He immediately held his hands up and froze himself.

It didn’t take long for you to bolt to your room, locking the door behind you.

The two men were close on your heels as the softly knocked on the door, quietly begging you to let them in, not only to your room but your head.

“Tell us what happened out there Y/N, please.” Johnny begged you through the door, worried about you.

Simon coaxed you into opening up and they stepped into your room, Simon shutting the door slowly as to not spook you. “Hey doll, you okay?”

As soon as ‘doll’ fell from Simon’s mouth, you spilled. The words were flying through your lips before you could even comprehend what you were saying.

Every little detail of what had happened hit their ears. Simon knew from the papers hitting his desk, but he felt his heart break twice as hard hearing it from you.

The way your eyes shrunched or you looked at the ceiling to prevent tears from falling. He noticed your expressions and body language and he realized just how much damage this had caused. The papers he read didn’t do you justice, downplaying the situation tenfold.

As soon as you finished, you took in a big breath and began to sob as the flood gates broke open. Johnny was the first to swoop you into his arms and began swearing up and down that he’ll kill anyone that even thinks about touching you like that. He swore to be your shield, to protect you from any harms the world may threaten you with. “You let me take the pain okay? You let me handle the problem, you let me hurt.”

Simon swore to be your sword, vowing to stop anything before it can hit you. He’ll fight for you and always be right by your side. While Johnny would deflect any dangers that come to you, Simon would kill them off before you would notice the imminent threat. “I will always be here for you, always be in your side and fight not only for you but with you. If anyone’s giving you a hard time, send them to me. I will forever swear to protect you and help you trudge through the waters when they get rocky.”

Since that day, they were like guard dogs. They never let you be alone. You all spent more time in the others rooms than your own rooms. Simon would be quick on the jump to defend you in even the littlest situations, and Johnny was always there when you needed him in and out of the field. He’d cover you in enemy fire so you could get out before him, or he’d pull you away when Price came into a room to avoid a fight between you two.

Now here you are, needing them more than ever and you can’t have their comfort.

You lift your head from your knees as you hear your door creak open slightly. A little grunt enters the air, the door openly a little more. You had cursed yourself for not shutting it all the way, or locking it.

A little Simon crawls into your view, plopping onto his butt as soon as he gets past the doorframe. He stares at you and doesn’t move or make any noise, almost letting you come to him when you were ready.

And you did. You leaned forward to pick him up and held him close to you. His head fell into the crook of your neck and his little arms tried to wrap around you.

You squeezed him tight, but safely as to not hurt his little frame. He let out a deep breath, as if he felt relieved to finally be here for you.

After a couple minutes, you expected Laswell to follow by the thuds coming down the hall towards your room, but they became erratic, followed by giggles and excited babbles.

You stood up and opened your door to peak into the hallway to see a dopey smiling Soap. He huffed excitedly and noisily crawled over to your feet, sitting down and making grabby hands at you.

You picked him up and placed him on your other hip, taking both boys back into your room and sitting on your bed.

They both laid on your chest as you slightly leaned back. Simon was nuzzled into your shoulder like before, and Soap was sitting up by your hip babbling at you like he was telling you a story.

You gave him little “yeah?” “really??” “no she didn’t!” and other comments to keep him going. He got so excited when you reacted, his little arms flailing or his baby talk getting louder, or he’d breath quickly in excitement.

You three sat like that for a better part of 2 hours before you finally laid back and fell asleep.

What you didn’t see was Johnny crawl up to you when he noticed your eyes close and cozy up to your side and drift off himself.

It amazed you that even as babies, your boys came to you. They’re natural instinct telling them you needed their comfort, their help.

Although it didn’t bring the same feeling as when they’re adults, you couldn’t help but feel some warmth begin to radiate inside of you having them to help you heal emotionally and physically.

And you couldn’t be more grateful for that.

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[dwobbitfromtheshire]

"Have you ever been in love?" Robin blurted out.

Suddenly, Steve felt like he was on the bathroom floor at Starcourt again instead of the floor of Eddie's spacious new bedroom. Robin and Steve had been nervous about getting high, so they went to Eddie, whom they trusted completely. Of course, when they told him that they thought he would wind up hugging the air of the both of them. Now, here they were with their feet on the wall as they stared at their now painted black toenails.

"Who are you talking to there, Buckley?" Eddie asked, leaning over Steve to look at her.

"You, of course, Sir Tedward," Robin said.

"Why, Lady Bobin, do you believe yourself to be a high enough level to unlock that information?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yes. I am very high," she giggled.

"Very well," Eddie said in amusement and then sighed. "So, there was this chick named Paige - "

"A chick?!" Robin squawked.

"I'm sorry, a woman - ,"

"No, that's not what I meant. I thought you told us you were into dudes," she said.

"No, Birdie," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. "I said I was ALSO into dudes."

"Oooh," Robin said.

"Clean out your ears, Robin," Eddie scoffed.

"Ass!" Robin pouted.

"You're bisexual too?" Steve asked with grinned. "Me too, man!"

"I know, darling, you've already told me," Eddie said in amusement. "Like, right after we started smoking and then again when we painted our nails."

"Oh, right," Steve blushed and laid his head back down on Eddie's shoulder.

"So, anyway, I wasn't really in love with her, but I was starting to fall for her pretty fast. She was everything that I thought that I wanted, and she's the closet that I've ever been until. . . ," Eddie said and cleared his throat. "She made it seem like she was going to make all my dreams as a musician come true. In order to do that, I needed money, so I schemed with my no good father and gave the money to her. I was stupid. Of course, she took the money and ran. I ended up being as stupid as my dad. Really lived up to the Munson name."

"She used you, Eddie. She's the dumb one. She used your giant, hopeful heart, and she used it. She's the stupid one," Steve said and rolled into his chest. "I only want one thing from you, Eddie. I want the heart that she was stupid enough to turn away from. Please? I'll give you mine if you give me yours. Swapsies?"

"Yeah, big boy, you can have my heart," Eddie said. "Let's have this conversation when we're a little less high though."

Steve snuggled into Eddie's chest and closed his eyes, the both of them drifting off to sleep to the sound of Robin's snores. The next morning, Steve woke up and stretched, his movements causing him to wake up Eddie.

"Good morning," Steve grinned.

"Morning, big boy," Eddie smiled sleepily.

"I still want it," Steve said, rubbing the spot on his chest and kissed it. "I still want you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Swapsies?"

"Swapsies."

They giggled as they kissed, laughing into each other's mouths. Eddie cupped his face and deepened the kiss, rolling on top of Steve. He surged forward, licking his tongue into Eddie's mouth, and gripped the edge of his shirt. A loud groaning sound caused them to break apart, and they looked up to find Robin leaning over the edge of the bed. Sometime during the night she must have crawled up there.

"I'm gonna barf," Robin said.

"Bad reaction to the weed, babe?" Steve asked.

"No, more like a bad reaction to you dingues," Robin said, mock scowling. "You guys use too much tongue. You look like dogs lapping water out of the toilet bowl. Sound like them, too."

"She's just a peach in the morning, isn't she?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, she is not a morning person," Steve said.

"Hey, at least I kissed a girl before you kissed a guy," Robin taunted.

"Yeah, that's not true," Steve scoffed, and Eddie rolled off of him.

"Baby. . .I'm not the first guy you kissed?" Eddie pouted.

"Oh God, please don't tell me that it was Tommy H," Robin screwed up her face.

"No, and I'm not going to tell you. I don't know how open he is about his sexuality," Steve said.

"Shit. I didn't think about that," she mumbled.

"I can not believe that I am not the first guy that you kissed," Eddie said, crossing his arms.

"Am I the first guy that you kissed?" Steve asked.

"Well, no," Eddie said, rolling his eyes, pouting. "But still. . . I wanted to be your first guy kiss."

"Fine. You are more than welcome to pretend, love," Steve rolled his eyes.

"My tongue is the first male tongue that has been inside of Steve Harrington!" Eddie exclaimed, jumping up. "I do so declare."

"Oh my God! It was just his mouth," Robin groaned.

"It still counts, Buckley," Eddie replied.

He grinned at the empty spot next to Robin and threw himself onto the bed, causing Robin to bounce.

"You ass!" Robin shrieked.

She picked up the teddy bear that was on his bed.

"Not Sir Fluffington! That was a gift from my mother!" Eddie shrieked.

"Then I shall protect them with my life," Robin said seriously, clutching him to her chest.

"That's all I ask," Eddie said and hugged her.

Steve grinned and plopped down on the other side of Robin.

"So, you kissed a girl and didn't tell me?" Steve asked.

"Wait, she's never done that before?" Eddie asked with wide eyes. "Okay, Buckley, you need to tell us everything!"

"Okay, Vickie invited me over to her place the other day. She told me that she was having a few friends over and when I got there no one else was there. Apparently, everyone else had called and bailed, except that wasn't really the truth. When we finished the movie, Vickie told me that she liked me and that she wanted to get me over here somehow with actually asking me. Oh my God, she can ramble more than me! She just kept apologizing, and that's when I kissed her. The next thing I know, we're making out, and then she's asking me to be her girlfriend. I said yes!" Robin exclaimed, and she squealed, hugging Sir Fluffington tightly.

"Yeah, get it, Buckley," Eddie grinned, and then he frowned. "Steven, we just kissed. Why haven't you asked me to be your boyfriend?"

"Eddie, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Steve asked, smiling softly.

"Hmm, I don't know. It's a lot to think about. It's a lot of responsibility, you know, to be Steve Harrington's boyfriend. I mean, how much does the hair maintenance alone cost?" Eddie asked dramatically and Robin snorted.

"Oh, right, like you're so low maintenance yourself, mister," Steve said and then paused, widening his eyes as he pouted. "You know, despite all the trouble you give me, I think that you're worth it. If you asked me to be your boyfriend, I wouldn't even hesitate to say yes."

"Oh, damn it, you got me," Eddie cackled, shaking his head from side to side. "Fine, I'll be your boyfriend."

"Dinguses the both of you," Robin said fondly and pulled them both down to her side before they could kiss. "Promise me something?"

"Anything for you, Rob," Steve replied.

"Promise me that if something goes wrong, that we'll always be friends," Robin said. "That if you guys do break up that you can go back to being friends and that we all still hang out. I mean, I doubt you will break up because Steve has a notebook filled with pages of Mr. Steve Munson doodled all over."

"Robin!" Steve exclaimed, blushing.

"Okay, we're coming back to that notebook, but Robin, we're bonded for life. There is nothing that can tear us apart," Eddie said.

"I love you guys. You are my emotional support bisexuals, I can't go anywhere without you two," Robin sighed in relief. "Like a couple of bookends."

"And you are our favorite emotional support lesbian," Eddie said.

"I better be your only emotional support lesbian, Munson!" Robin exclaimed.

"Wellll. . .," Eddie said thoughtfully.

"Names! I want names!"

Steve watched them fondly as they squabbled. He always swore that in a past life, they had been siblings. The next thing he knew, Robin was making Eddie make a vow of friendship, and then Eddie was pulling out a knife. Steve acted quickly.

"No blood oaths!"

"Aww, Steve!"

"I said no!"

"Just a little blood oath?"

"We've talked about this!"

Meanwhile, Wayne had just come home from work and went to let Eddie know when he heard the last part of their conversation.

"I don't even want to know," Wayne sighed, shook his head fondly, and went to his bedroom on the other side of the house.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #bi4bi #robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic soulmates #robin & eddie #platonic with a capital p #platonic stobin #mentions of #rovickie #rockie #robin x vickie #just a little bit of silliness #stranger things fanfiction #brief appearance of #wayne munson

[angrelysimpping]

The DoL server was talking about how Kylar will comment on the PCs dick size in class when it was mentioned that theyll do it even if they havent seen it before so can I request a a scenario/drabble with a F!Crossdresser!PC and a M!Kylar breaking into the orphanage at night to check "your size" only to find out your a girl and omg they can breed you and― oh fu k you just woke up―

Warnings: AMAB Kylar (he/him); AFAB Reader (you/your); noncon; pregnancy talk

Words: 641

It's for art. That's what repeats inside Kylar's head over and over as he hovers over your sleeping form. He wouldn't do this if it weren't for art. 

He'd…he'd respect your privacy. Wait for you to decide when to share your body with him on your own terms. But…This is for art! He can't go around reciting lies about you, can he? So….he has to know. He has to know now how big your penis is. If you're a shower or a grower, cut or uncut, thickness and length and the color of your head. 

The taste he'd keep to himself. And how precum leaked from your tip, the thickness and smell. And, and how it felt. Yeah, he’d keep that to himself, how you felt inside him. 

Not that it would get that far! Not tonight! No! He’d just, peel back your blankets and take a peek. He could control himself, he could. 

Except, he can’t, not when he actually does it. Not as more and more of your skin comes into view, his own cock starting to harden. But then he’s face to face with your crotch and…you don’t have a dick. 

Kylar had spent days coming to terms with it, not being able to fulfill his biggest fantasy of breeding his darling thoroughly, getting you pregnant. But it was you, you. He’d give up anything for you. 

But that pretty pussy staring back at him? Just begging for his cock to fill it up. Why hide it, though? Why make him think you were- oh! You must be keeping it a secret! A surprise, just for him! That was the only explanation, really. Otherwise, you would have told him, right?

Drool pools on his tongue, cock now painfully pressed against his trousers. He has to fuck you. He has to. He’d dreamed of having his first time with you, and it wasn’t anything like this, but he has to.

“Huh?” Kylar jumps at the sound of your voice. How hadn’t he noticed you stirring awake? “Kylar? Wha-”

He doesn’t think, climbing on top of you and quickly shimmying out of his pants.

“Ky-Kylar don’t-” You try to push him off, but you can’t, limbs still sleep weak.

“It’s o-okay, love,” Kylar coos. “I w-won’t tell. Our s-secret.”

“W-wait, I don’t-”

Kylar presses his mouth to yours, cutting you off. Small, cold fingers stroke over your pussy, finding your clit and rubbing clumsy circles around it. 

He should…do more. Finger you, maybe? Get you more prepared, make sure you’re wet enough for him that it doesn’t hurt you when he sinks into that warm, heavenly heat between your legs. But, the thought is a dim one, barely flickering to life in the back of his mind. It’s hard for him to think of anything but getting inside you. Especially when you’re gasping under him, the head of his cock pressing against your cunt. 

You go still under him as he pushes forward, tucking his face into your neck and whining into the skin as you take him in. Good. You feel so, so good. Better than he’d ever imagined. Of course, back then he’d fantasized about sliding into your ass, fisting your prick. If he’d known you had a pussy-

“Stop,” you wheeze, “p-please. Stop.”

Kylar stills, gears turning sluggishly in his head. Stop? Why would he ever stop? Was he hurting you? But, it felt good. He’d make sure it felt good for you, too. “D-don’t worry love,” Kylar says, bottoming out. “I’ll t-take, ah, care of y-you.”

He starts up a frantic pace, fingers finding their way back to your clit. He thinks it works, your whimpers quieting, pussy hungrily sucking in his cock. If there are tears on your face, it must be from pleasure. Why would you be crying at a time like this? 

His hot tongue traces the salty streaks up your cheeks, voice hauntingly soft as he speaks. “I-I’ll take care of y-you. G-get you pregnant and, ah, you’ll n-never ha-have to leave the h-house. Just us. To-together. Forever.” 

You cry harder, sobbing as Kylar spends himself inside you. Tears of joy, he knows. Because you love him. You love him and want to be with him and carry his child. It's the only reason he can think of why you’d react like this, so it must be right. 

“L-love you,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

And your silence means you love him back. 

#kylar the loner #degrees of lewdity #tw noncon #cw noncon #tw pregnancy #cw pregnancy

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - FIFTY

Blitzø resurfaced from sleep again, hours later, to find someone asleep at his bedside, holding his hand.

He knew that hand.

Stolas.

He smiled dreamily to himself.

Blitzø looked down at Stolas. The poor guy was practically folding himself in half to sit at his bedside.

Blitzø’s heart clenched.

Bird-brain… You’d be so much more comfortable anywhere else…

Stolas was hunched over the bed with his head buried in his crossed arms, one hand was stretched out and held Blitzø’s tenderly.

So f*cking cute though…

Blitzø smiled warmly down at him and moved his fingers to lace them with Stolas’s.

This sh*t is so much easier when he’s asleep…

Stolas stirred.

Oh f*ck!

Blitzø froze. He wasn’t ready for this.

Pretend to be asleep. Yeah. That’s it. Just close your eyes and you can deal with this later.

Blitzo.

He felt a warmth in his heart.

You can do this, sweetheart.

F*ck…

Blitzø reluctantly opened his eyes and watched as Stolas woke from his sleep. His heart hammered in his chest.

F*ck me…

***

Stolas woke slowly. He peeked over his arms and looked across Blitzø’s bed. He felt a pang of sadness when he didn’t see the woman there.

Just a dream then… But a lovely dream.

Stolas smiled to himself.

***

Blitzø watched Stolas wake and smiled to himself.

I wonder what he’s thinking about? Cute little smile…

***

Stolas felt a tingling on the back of his neck. He felt as though he was being watched. He slowly sat up, thinking someone had entered the room, and looked behind him. No one was there.

He sighed and turned back to Blitzø, only to find him bright-eyed and smiling at him.

“Hey” Blitzø gave him a sheepish, crooked smile.

Stolas’s brain shut off. He threw himself on the bed and wrapped his arms around Blitzø.

“Oh, Blitzø! I'm so glad you’re ok!” He sobbed.

“Yeah…” Blitzø’s hands shook as he returned Stolas’s embrace. “Me too…”

Blitzø caught a flash of movement at the door. A little goat doctor entered the room and had just looked up and made eye contact with Blitzø.

The doctor stopped in his tracks and opened his mouth to say something.

Blitzø glared at him. He threw his best ‘don’t-you-f*cking-DARE-think-of-coming-any-closer’ glare and tried to look as menacing as possible.

It must have worked because the little goat stopped in his tracks, turned hoof and made a swift exit out of the room.

Blitzø and Stolas held each other in silence for a time. Neither of them wanting to let go. But both worrying the other would get uncomfortable from the affection. So they eventually, awkwardly separated, Stolas returning to his seat, Blitzø feeling trapped and abandoned.

“Why did you just leave like that?… Without saying a word?” Stolas couldn’t stop himself before the words were practically vomited out of him. He stared at Blitzø in embarrassed horror.

Startled, Blitzø took a moment to respond.

“I uh… I saw the box.” He scratched his cheek and looked anywhere but at Stolas.

“Box?” Stolas was confused.

“From Asmodeus…” Blitzø grit his teeth. “I knew what it was, Stolas… The crystal?”

If he knew what it was… Then why?…

Stolas didn’t understand.

“But… But then why…?”

“F*ck!…” Blitzø snapped. “I dunno! Ok?”

Stolas was startled.

There was an awkward pause.

“I mean… We had a deal. And there’s the book. So why would you need a crystal? Unless it was to get rid of me…” Blitzø muttered.

Stolas looked at Blitzø in horror.

“Blitzø… You should have come to talk to me… Or at least come and let me explain myself.”

“I’m not exactly good at that.” Blitzø rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m more of a ‘jump-first-and-keep-running-later’ kind of guy…”

He peeked up at Stolas and shrugged apologetically.

“Blitzø…” Stolas said sadly.

How could he ever think I’d get rid of him?…

Stolas’s heart sank.

“So…” Blitzø interrupted Stolas’s intrusive thoughts. “Was Fizz telling the truth then? About the crystal?”

Stolas looked at him quizzically.

“He uh…” Blitzø looked away, scratching his nose, trying to look casual. “He said you told Asmodeus you wanted to end our deal ‘cuz you didn’t want me to feel tied to you… Or something…” He shrugged.

“I…” Stolas hesitated. “That’s not the totality of it, Blitzø…”

Blitzø looked at him expectantly.

Come on dammit… Don’t make me f*cking talk…

Stolas couldn’t look Blitzø in the eyes. He looked at his hands and picked at loose lint on the hospital bedspread.

How do I tell him? How do I say this without pushing him further away and ruining things?

Blitzø’s heart ached. He tried to reach out and take Stolas’s hands, but the IV needle in his hand stopped him short with a sharp stab of pain. He hissed through his teeth.

Stolas looked up with concern.

Blitzø pretended like nothing was wrong, grinning awkwardly and pulling his hand up to his face, pretending to scratch an itch on his face.

Sweet baby Charlie, Mother Lily and Lucifer… F******CK MEEEEE that HURTS!!!!!!!

Blitzø smiled sheepishly and grit his teeth through the pain.

Stolas looked away. Why won’t he ever let me help him…

Blitzø's face fell. F*ck… Stop it! Just talk to him!

They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, both trying to find the words.

“Blitzø…” Stolas stared down at his clasped hands. “I want nothing more than your happiness. And after Ozzie’s… It took my colossal mistake to realize just how unhappy I’ve been making you all this time.”

“What…?” Blitzø stammered. “What do you mean?”

“I know how much I hurt you by hiding my face… How ashamed you must have been by me…”

“Excuse me, WHAT?” Blitzø’s head snapped around to look at him. “Stolas. I know how embarrassed YOU are to be seen with ME. THAT’S why you hid your face.”

Blitzø’s eyes narrowed to slits and he ground his teeth.

This f*cker…

Stolas was taken aback.

What? How could he…? Oh Blitzy…

“Blitzø… That’s not why I… I’ve always felt…” Stolas heaved a heavy sigh. “It’s always felt like YOU’RE ashamed to be with ME.”

Blitzø’s heart jumped into his throat.

The F*CK did he just say?

“How the F*CK could I be ashamed to be with YOU?! You’re a f*cking ROYAL! You’re basically f*cking perfect.”

Stolas looked at him in shock, beak agape. He swallowed hard and averted his gaze.

“So are you.” He couldn’t look Blitzø in the eyes.

“You mean my dick,” Blitzø grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away.

“No,” Stolas sighed. “I mean YOU.”

“What the F*CK does that mean?” Blitzø turned and glared at him.

Seriously, though… What the fuck could he POSSIBLY mean by that? ME? Beautiful?… I’m a fucking trash-fire…

Stolas looked down at his hands, clasped tightly in his lap.

Breathe… You can do this…

“I mean, you’re beautiful, Blitzø. All of you.” Stolas peeked up at him. “Every. Single. Part.”

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, but was merely a fraction of a second. They both blushed like a thermometer’s mercury rising and exploding out the top. Smoke practically puffed out their ears.

They looked away, embarrassed.

Oh Dear ohdearohdearohdearohdear! What was THAT?! Did I just say that? I just said that… I FINALLY MANAGED TO SAY THAT!

WTF wtfwtfwtfwtfwtf WTF?! Did he really just say that? He just f*cking said that… HOW CAN HE JUST F*CKING SAY THAT?!

They sat in awkward silence, each not knowing what to say.

F*cking say something!

“Yeah?! Well!” Blitzø tried so hard to keep his sh*t together.

I’m so f*cking tired… I can’t keep doing this shit…

“F*ck…” Blitzø heaved a heavy sigh and covered his face in his hands.

“Blitzø?” Stolas looked over at him, concerned.

I messed up… I shouldn’t have said anything… This is it. He’s going to tell me to leave…

“So are you…” Blitzø mumbled through his hands, cutting off Stolas’s intrusive thoughts.

“Wh… What?” Stolas stammered.

Blitzø dropped his hands and sighed. He wouldn’t look at Stolas. He was too embarrassed.

“You’re f*cking beautiful Stolas. And you know it.”

Stunned silence.

“You… You think I’m beautiful?” Stolas stammered a moment later.

“Don’t even pretend like you don’t know you’re f*cking gorgeous…” Blitzø waved him off, crossed his arms and averted his gaze. He was so f*cking embarrassed. Compliments REALLY weren’t his thing.

Silence. A little too much silence.

The f*ck? This is why I don’t say shit like this…

Blitzø peeked at Stolas. He was sitting slumped forward with his face in his hands, and he was trembling.

Oh sh*t! F*CK!

“Stolas?! What?…” Blitzø panicked. He fussed and floundered trying to find a place to touch or hug or pat or SOMETHING to console Stolas.

The F*CK do I DO?!

“I… I um…” Stolas sniffled and dropped his hands. He wouldn’t look Blitzø in the eyes.

“Stolas…?”

Stolas shuddered a sigh.

“Stella’s always said I’m pathetic… Called me a scrawny twig… An excuse of a man…” He wiped away fresh tears. “I… I ah…”

Oooo that CU Next Tuesday better be ready for a f*cking reckoning when I’m out of here!!! Imma rain f*cking FURY down on her a**!!!

“F*ck that bitch!” Blitzø snapped.

“What?” Stolas finally looked him in the eyes. Blitzø saw shock and sadness and it fueled his fires of rage.

“F*ck that sh*t-eating wife of yours.” Blitzø grabbed either side of Stolas’s face and pulled him close. “You’re f*cking beautiful! And don’t you ever forget it.”

Stolas stared wide-eyed at Blitzø. He blushed, eyes welling with tears.

Blitzø softened and smiled affectionately at Stolas. Then he realized how close their faces were.

Oh f*ck…Too close… TOOOOO intimate… F*CK!

He flushed and quickly released Stolas’s face, laughing awkwardly.

“Ah ha!… Aaaaaaanywaaaaay!” Blitzø laughed hysteri-awkwardly and tried to not look unhinged.

Stolas smiled and wiped his tears.

He’s so cute when he’s flustered.

“Thank you, Blitzø.”

“Ye..Yeah.” Blitzø covered his blushing face with a hand and waved Stolas off with the other. “Don’t mention it.”

Stolas snickered. Sooooo cute!

#helluva boss #blitzø #stolas #stolitz #fanfic #vivziepop #vivzieverse #blitzo #brandon rogers #vivienne medrano

[themadknightuniverse]

What if the reason Lalo doesn't sleep is because he has extreme nightmares and the only time he sleeps normally trough the night is next to nacho :)))

Oh Anon I love this idea! 💗 It's both heartbreaking and heartwarming, which is a fantastic mix. This inspired me to draw and write a little something :]

Nacho smiled, laying on his stomach, perched on his elbows, looking down at a still very asleep Lalo. "Yeah, I never sleep much. An hour, maybe two. It's enough.", he had told him that night months ago.

Nacho had caught him in those couple of hours a few times, his stern expression while he slept like a machine in random places, often in their cars, never in their bed. He usually woke up suddenly, sometimes with a short breath, but Lalo always refused to answer Nacho when he asked him about it. Lalo was a night owl, a real one, and nothing seemed to change that.

Until today. Lalo had finally accepted to stay with him in bed for the first time instead of disappearing to do Nacho never knew what. And when Nacho woke up that morning, here he was bathed in soft golden light, snoring softly, the most peaceful expression on his face, hair tossed in every directions, evidence of his hours of sleep. A real slumber full of dreams. Nacho ran his fingertips, a feather light touch, along Lalo's skin. He traced the square of his jaw, the line of his eyebrow, pushing delicately the few strands of gray hair that fell on Lalo's forehead, then traced the bridge of his nose. He repeated that one a few times, until Lalo's eyelids opened with difficulty. He seemed a bit lost, struggling to comprehend where he was. Nacho went back to stroking Lalo's forehead, his thumb smoothing one of his eyebrows. Their eyes met and Lalo sighed contently, the softest smile pulling at his lips.

"You're watching me sleep?"

"Mhm" answered Nacho, smiling back at Lalo. "How does it feel to sleep for 8 hours straight?"

"I did? 8 hours?" Lalo really looked surprised. But Nacho thought he could understand. It must feel so weird after spending so many years with two hours of sleep every now and then.

Nacho hummed again to confirm it. Lalo huffed a laugh as he brought his hand to his neck and stroke it. Nacho couldn't help but see it as a gesture of embarrassment. He's pretty sure he never seen Lalo look cuter. Lalo's expression shifted as fondness replaced the uncertainty. He was looking right at Nacho now, and it felt like being looked at like the most precious treasure. The display made Nacho's heart flutter with endearment.

Nacho was sure of it, in that moment, that singular connection between them had just grew sturdier.

#thank you for this ask Anon 💗 #ask #lacho #bcs #lacho fanfic #my art

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Galileo Galilei Main Story

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game.

This is a rough translation, so expect several inaccuracies and mistakes.

I still vaguely remember the beautiful eyes I saw when I was a child.

The screech of the brakes pierced the air as a massive hunk of steel blocked my view.

Closing my eyes in fear just as the truck, several times my height, came hurtling towards me, I felt a slight impact and a warm sensation on my body.

???: "Are you okay?"

???: "Ah, I finally..."

The soft voice I heard in my dreams woke me up, and as I opened my eyes, the bright light pouring in through the window told me it was morning already.

Even as I got up from the bed, my consciousness still seemed to drift into a hazy half-dream state.

(I feel like I had a nostalgic dream.)

(That was definitely from when I was little.)

As I started to mull over it, I suddenly realized it was time for me to start getting ready for the morning. I hurriedly fixed myself up and dashed out of the room.

When I arrived at the dining room, Sebastian was just about to bring the freshly made pancakes.

Mitsuki: "Good morning. Sorry for being late, Sebastian."

Sebastian: "Morning, Mitsuki. As your punishment for being late, you won't be having breakfast."

Mitsuki: "What?"

Sebastian: "Just kidding. You must have been busy and tired yesterday, so I'll let it slide."

Sebastian: "I'll prepare your breakfast now."

Mitsuki: "Thank you!"

As Sebastian and I exchanged words, someone at the nearby table, who was reading the newspaper, chuckled.

Theo: "You should thank Sebas for being generous, hondje."

Vincent: "Theo, you're being mean again. Good morning, Mitsuki."

Mitsuki: "Morning, Vincent and Theo. You're also up early today, Isaac."

Isaac: "I have a busy schedule, so I figured I'd head to university ahead of time to get ready. How about you sit down as well?"

Isaac pulled out the chair next to him.

As I smiled at the beginning of another peaceful morning at the mansion, I heard a knock on the window.

Dazai: "Could someone let me in, please?"

Dazai was peering into the dining room from outside the window.

Mitsuki: "Huh? Dazai-san, you usually come in without asking."

Isaac: "I locked the window. He's annoying when he intrudes."

Isaac said calmly, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

Even though Isaac locked Dazai out, he was clearly enjoying it.

Dazai: "Haha, is this your doing, Isaac-kun?"

Dazai: "But I know it's just your other way of saying you want more of my attention. So cute."

Isaac: "No, don't interpret it that way!"

Chuckling softly, I approached the window and unlocked it.

Mitsuki: "Good morning, Dazai-san. You should use the front door properly. Whoa."

As soon as I opened the window, a gust of wind blew in, making me stagger, but Theo, who was closest to me, supported me.

Theo: "Be careful, hondje."

Mitsuki: "Thank you, Theo."

Dazai: "Toshiko-san, did you hit your forehead on something?"

Mitsuki: "Huh?"

Dazai: "I saw what looked like a scar when your hair fluttered just now. I thought you might have bumped into something."

Dazai, who climbed through the window, pointed to my forehead.

Theo then lifted my bangs gently.

Theo: "Let me see. Yeah, there's a scar on the right side of your forehead. But it doesn't seem recent. An old scar, maybe?"

Mitsuki: "Oh, yeah. Actually, it's from when..."

I was about to speak, but the scene from the dream I had this morning flashed through my mind.

(Oh, right. That dream was about when I got this scar.)

Mitsuki: "I was in a car accident when I was little."

Mitsuki: "I almost got hit by a car, but a stranger shielded and saved me."

Mitsuki: "It wasn't a major accident, but I got a small cut on my forehead. This scar is a reminder of that time."

Vincent: "I see. Having a scar on your face must have been tough."

Mitsuki: "I don't mind. It's not noticeable when I let my hair down."

Dazai: "Yeah, we didn't even notice until now."

The continuation of the dream brought back distant emotions from the past, warming my heart.

Mitsuki: "I'm really grateful to the person who helped me. It's thanks to him that I'm here."

Mitsuki: "Risking one's own safety to help someone in need is not something everyone can do."

Mitsuki: "That's why, since then, I've made it a point to help others if they're in trouble."

Mitsuki: "I don't remember the person's face very well, but I feel like they had beautiful, captivating eyes.

(Come to think of it, I think I gave them something as a thank you, but I can't remember what it was.)

I dove into the sea of memories for just a few moments.

Comte: "Maybe that's where your kindness came from. It's a lovely memory."

Mitsuki: "Comte! Good morning!"

Comte: "Morning, Mitsuki."

Comte came to the dining room and returned the greeting with elegance.

However, he immediately wore a somewhat troubled smile.

Comte: "Mitsuki, could you come to my room later, after work? I have something to discuss."

(Discuss?)

That afternoon, I visited Comte's room, where Vlad was also present.

The topic of conversation was about the doors in the mansion and Vlad's ancient castle.

Comte: "I've been checking the condition of the door every month, but it's still not stable on the other side."

Vlad: "The door in my old castle is the same."

Comte: "The space-time continuum fluctuates between abnormal and normal."

Comte: "The hallway sometimes appears, but beyond that, it's occasionally distorted. I don't think we can send you to your original world."

Mitsuki: "I see."

Vlad: "I'm sorry, Mitsuki. Perhaps the cause of the anomaly lies with us."

Mitsuki: "What do you mean?"

Vlad: "That corridor connects to all eras. If that space is distorted, that means there are distortions in history and the world."

Comte and Vlad created the doors to make this world a better place, resurrecting individuals with extraordinary talents as vampires who became residents of the mansion and the old castle.

Vlad spoke about how the fact that great individuals began to live eternally might be influencing the history of the world and warping space and time.

(Everyone's existence affects history.)

Vlad: "Creating that door has caused repercussions, leading to our current situation."

Comte: "Mitsuki, I'm really sorry that I can't send you back to your original world."

I hurriedly spoke up, seeing the distressed expressions on both of their faces.

Mitsuki: "No, I'm grateful that you're looking into it. And please, don't apologize too much."

Mitsuki: "For me, this 19th century is my other home now."

Mitsuki: "I've met everyone in the mansion and Vlad because of that door."

Mitsuki: "Thinking about it that way, it's like a miraculous fate."

(So please don't worry too much about me.)

Vlad: "Mitsuki."

Comte: "Thank you for saying that, Mitsuki."

As I nodded, Comte and Vlad smiled with relief.

After hearing their stories, I walked through the streets, lost in thought.

(I've been living in the 19th century since the time slip.)

(This world and everyone I've met here became important to me.)

What I conveyed to Comte and Vlad were undoubtedly my true feelings.

However, it's not like I don't have any attachment to my original world; I still worry about the family and friends I left behind.

(Unless that door gets fixed, I can't return to the 21st century.)

(There's nothing I can do about it.)

Feeling helpless, I stopped and looked up at the sky, where the crescent moon was floating faintly.

(The moon is always there in the sky, regardless of the era.)

I felt like we were all connected under the same sky.

I placed my hand on my chest and gently closed my eyes.

(At least, I'll pray from this world.)

(I hope my loved ones are happy.)

Strongly wishing in my heart, I opened my eyes again and sighed.

(I got a bit sentimental, didn't I? Maybe I should take a little walk before heading back.)

As I walked the streets as my mood took me, I found myself wandering the outskirts of town.

(I've never been around here before. It'd be troublesome if I got lost. Maybe I should start heading back soon.)

Just as I was about to turn back, a gentle breeze passed by, and a delightful fragrance tickled my nose.

(What's that? I think I smelled something nice for a moment just now.)

(Is there a flower blooming somewhere?)

I scanned the surroundings, but I couldn't spot any flowers.

Still intrigued by the unfamiliar scent, I followed my curiosity deeper into the alleyways.

Soon after, I found a building standing quietly in a deserted place.

Mitsuki: "Wow."

I approached the building, drawn by the fragrance, and saw a flower garden.

The blooming flowers, all shining brightly in pure white, were enveloped in a vibrant fragrance.

(Is this a garden? So, these flowers are the source of the scent.)

(I wonder what kind of flowers these are. They don't look like lilies.)

(I've never seen them before.)

The area where the flowers were blooming seemed to have originally been a part of the building, with walls and ceilings crumbling in places.

As a result, sunlight pours in from above, giving the space an aura reminiscent of a sacred ritual site.

Guided by curiosity, I stepped inside, and suddenly—

A vivid red, like a pool of blood, suddenly filled my field of vision, and in that instant, my heart skipped a beat.

Mitsuki: "----!"

I suddenly felt dizzy.

(What's happening all of a sudden?)

(My head feels dizzy.)

Though there was no pain, my vision shook, so I lightly pressed my hand to my head.

When I lifted my head and looked again, I saw a man facing the red-stained spot.

(Someone's there.)

At that moment, I stepped on a leaf, and the man slowly turned around.

(Blood?)

(No, that's not it. Those are flowers.)

Flowers were blooming between his lips.

Fresh crimson flowers, dripping like blood.

(He's eating the flowers.)

His silver-white hair and his amethyst eyes captured me, but...

Man with purple eyes: ".........."

(His vacant eyes seem to reflect nothing—not the flowers, not me, nothing.)

I might have seen something I shouldn't have, yet I couldn't look away from the fleeting beauty of the scene.

At that moment, fate began to move.

I still don't know the endless sorrow reflected in his amethyst eyes, but I will find the truth about him.

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