#HENCE THE POKER DATE

[honestlyeddie-im-bi]

I’m in such an “Eddie fell first and thinks Buck could never want him but Buck will realise he is in love with Eddie, it will hit him like a brick in the face, and he will start biting if they don’t get married like yesterday” mood and I think that’s valid

[theostrophywife]

heaven and back.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader x theodore nott.

song inspiration: heaven and back by chase atlantic.

author's note: poly! matty and theo just hits different. the teamwork that these two would put in. whew baby that's a one way ticket to st. mungo's. these men break backs, not hearts 😏

You were good at playing games. 

As a matter of fact, Mattheo and Theodore would argue that you were a little too good. 

After all, you met your boyfriends during one of Malfoy’s infamous game nights in which you swindled Mattheo and Theodore out of a few hundred galleons during a tense round of magical poker. Ever since that fateful night in fourth year, the three of you became inseparable. Thanks to your slyness, the first Saturday of every month was deemed sacred to your fellow Slytherins. Game nights were reserved for drinking and debauchery, which just so happened to be your specialty.

Though the entirety of Hogwarts coveted an invitation to the longstanding tradition, very few were allowed a glimpse into the inner workings of the serpent’s nest. Tonight, the guest of honor was none other than the Gryffindor golden girl—Hermione Granger. She and Draco only started dating a month ago, but anyone with eyes could see that Malfoy was quite smitten. Before Hermione, Draco had never invited a significant other to game night. 

You were determined to give Hermione a warm Slytherin welcome. Hence the special potion you brewed just for the occasion. 

With a smirk, you produced the potion from your back pocket. The liquid sloshed around in the glass vial, the iridescent purple mixture flecked with specks of glitter. 

“I know that look.” Theo remarked, pulling you into his lap. “What sort of trouble are you brewing, dolcezza?” 

Mattheo chuckled and nestled against his shoulder. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Teddy. You know we both benefit from her mischief. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You smiled, ruffling Mattheo’s curls. “You’re absolutely right, Matty. Tonight, everyone will reap the rewards of my tricks. I concocted a special little potion that’ll make game night a little more interesting.”

Pansy raised a perfectly groomed brow. “What exactly does this little concoction of yours do, Y/N? The last time I drank something you brewed, I ended up streaking through the quidditch pitch.” 

“As I recall, I was right beside you, Pans.” Your friend chuckled, nodding in confirmation. “Consider this a social lubricant. It takes the edge off, makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. It’s the perfect balance between feeling tipsy and high. Lowers those pesky inhibitions.” 

Draco scoffed. “If this group lowers their inhibitions any further, we’d all be expelled.” 

“That’s why we have you, Dray. What good is the Malfoy fortune if it can’t bail us out of sticky situations?”

“Need I remind you that the last sticky situation almost ended with Enzo in the infirmary after Mattheo and Theo convinced him to race backwards on their brooms.”

Hermione watched the back and forth exchange, absorbing the interaction with a small smile. 

“Draco’s exaggerating, of course. Anyone would’ve missed the whomping willow in the dark.” The Golden Girl chuckled as you sent her a conspiratory wink, causing Draco to sigh in exasperation. “Besides, Berkshire had fun. Didn’t you, Enz?”

“Oh, loads. I had a blast pulling twigs from my arse for two hours straight afterwards.” 

“See? You’re not talking us into taking another one of your poisons, Y/N.”

Enzo shook his head. “Speak for yourself, cousin. I’m definitely in.”

The rest of your friends expressed their agreement. Even Blaise, who would never dream of drinking anything besides the finest vintage, was eager to participate. Mostly to see the others make a fool of themselves, which was perfectly fine by you.

Draco rolled his silver eyes. “Fine. You lot are going to end up talking me into it, anyways.”

“What about you, Hermione? Would you like a sip as well?”

Her warm, honey brown eyes darted around the room. Draco clasped her hand in his, squeezing gently. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, love. I’m only agreeing because I don't want to have to take care of these heathens.”

You nodded empathically. “No pressure, Hermione. You can say no if you’d like, but I am rather proud of my little concoction and it would be an absolute honor if the golden girl partook in our debauchery. After all, you’re dating Draco. You might as well get used to it now.”

A mischievous grin pulled at Hermione’s lips. She shrugged nonchalantly, her curls cascading over her shoulder. “Why the bloody hell not?” 

“That’s the spirit, Granger!” cheered Pansy. 

You smirked in response and slithered out of your boyfriend’s lap. Both Mattheo and Theo watched intently as you crawled across the plush ornate rug, slowly making your way towards the Gryffindor. Hermione sucked in a breath, her cheeks blossoming into a pretty blush. Her hands, which were laid in her lap in the most prim and proper way, twitched when you knelt before her on the sofa. 

Behind you, Mattheo mumbled something into Theo’s ear. When you glanced over your shoulder, your boyfriends were staring directly at you, anticipating your next move. You responded with an innocent smile before turning back to Hermione. 

With  a sly smile, you held her honey eyed gaze and tapped her bottom lip. “Open up, love.” 

Hermione swallowed thickly before parting her lips. You gently cradled her jaw before tipping the vial into her mouth, pouring a generous amount of potion for the golden girl. She looked up at you expectantly, her lashes fluttering ever so slightly. 

You rewarded her with a cheeky wink. “Good girl, Granger. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” 

She shook her head, the flush on her cheeks mimicking her house colors as you wiped a droplet of liquid off of her lips with your thumb. Beside her, Draco sighed. “For Salazar’s sake, stop putting the moves on my girlfriend.” 

“What’s the matter, Dray? Are you scared I’ll steal Hermione away from you?” 

“You can hardly blame me. You’re a shameless flirt, Y/N.” 

You placed a hand over your heart, feigning offense. “Why, I’d never dream of flirting with your lady. You know how jealous my boys get.” 

Your boyfriends shook their heads, clearly amused at your attempt to rile Draco up. Truly, your friend made it too easy. You chuckled as the blonde glared at you. “Come on, Malfoy. It’s your turn. Maybe the potion will loosen you up, yeah?” 

Draco rolled his eyes, but allowed you to pour the potion into his mouth. You moved down the line, doing the same for Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo. The latter grinned as you ruffled his hair. After Enzo, the only ones remaining were Theo and Mattheo. 

“Come here, cara mia.” Theo said, beckoning you with two fingers. “Mattheo and I are waiting.” 

“I saved the best for last, boys.” 

Mattheo smirked as he pulled you into his lap. You settled against him, making yourself right at home. He kissed the side of your neck, smiling against your skin. “Go on, then. Don’t leave Theo hanging.” 

You nodded, body heating as Mattheo rubbed your thighs. Theo raised a brow, his watercolor eyes settling over you. Licking your lips, you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander. Your boyfriend looked rather casual in his emerald jumper and dark jeans, but there was something about the way that Theo carried himself that exuded sex appeal. The cocky smirk on his handsome face told you that he was well aware of the effect he had on you.

Theo cocked his head towards you and opened his mouth. You tipped the vial past his lips, admiring how plush and pouty they looked. Lust darkened your boyfriend’s watercolor eyes as he watched you through hooded lids. The potion dribbled off his chin, making you giggle. 

“Oops, I spilled.” You licked the remnants off, lapping up the liquid all the way to the corner of his lips. Mattheo’s fingers dug into your hips as you finished off your little show with a kiss. 

Theo grabbed the back of your head and deepened the kiss. He didn’t take kindly to being teased. Never one to shy away from public displays of affection, Theo groaned softly and slid his tongue into your mouth, giving you a filthy open-mouthed kiss before pulling away and winking. 

Across the room, Hermione flushed, her lips parting ever so slightly. “Oh,” she whispered softly. 

Mattheo chuckled, his laughter caressing your skin as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He turned you over in his lap and tapped his lips. “Me next, princess.” 

“Open wide, Matty.” 

“Funny. Usually I’m the one saying that to you.” 

Your friends groaned at the suggestive comment, but you only grinned in response. Mattheo parted his lips eagerly, not once breaking eye contact as he swallowed the potion. The intensity of his big, brown eyes made your hands shake, causing you to spill a few drops on your fingers. Your boyfriend took your middle and pointer finger into his mouth and sucked them clean. 

You gasped in surprise. Mattheo chuckled darkly, catching the vial before it slipped out of your fingers. Behind you, Theo tugged at your hair and titled your head back. 

“Your turn now, mi amor.” Mattheo drawled, his voice a seductive song in your ears. He lowered his voice, so only you could hear his next statement. “Be a good girl and swallow.” 

The eager nod made both of your boyfriends smirk. Theo gathered your hair in one hand, fisting your locks into a makeshift ponytail while Mattheo poured the last of the potion into your mouth. The liquid was strong and sweet, trailing down your throat and warming your body with a pleasant heat. 

“That’s my girl,” Mattheo said. Theo raised a brow, which made the curly headed boy laugh. “That’s our girl.” 

“Better,” Theo remarked before pulling you against him. 

You settled into his lap, watching the rest of your friends start a game of poker. As always, Draco was way too competitive. Blaise was hustling the hell out of him, but the blonde didn’t seem to notice. Pansy wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s shoulders, leaning in every so often to whisper things in his ear that made him smile. 

Enzo reclined back on the couch, an endearing smile pulling at his lips as he took small sips of his firewhiskey. From his glazed eyes, you could tell that the potion was hitting him the hardest. 

Mattheo rested his head on your lap, tugging at your hand in a silent request to play with his curls. You obliged happily, scratching at his scalp and twirling his bouncy locks between your fingers. Every so often, he’d lean in and show you his cards, asking for advice. 

As the night progressed, the potion took its effects, loosening both lips and limbs. Theo’s long legs bracketed you from either side, the intoxicating scent of petrichor and cigarette smoke clinging onto him like your own personal drug. Mattheo stared lovingly up at you as you continued playing with his hair. 

When you looked up, you met Hermione’s inquiring gaze. She was leaned up against Draco, who kept an arm around her waist, absentmindedly drawing circles underneath her sweater. 

She cocked her head, a question forming in her brilliant mind. “So, how exactly does it work?” 

You leaned back against Theo’s chest, a playful smirk curving against your lips. “How does what work, love?” 

“Having…two boyfriends.” 

“You mean, being poly?” 

“Poly,” Hermione said, testing out the word. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in her expression, just plain curiosity. Apparently, the Gryffindor girl’s innate hunger for knowledge extended to the intricacies of your relationship. “If you don’t mind me asking. How exactly does a poly relationship work?” 

You shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s like every other relationship,” you started, glancing at your two favorite people in the world. Mattheo and Theo smiled back. “We go on dates, we argue about stupid things, then we kiss and make up. Except sometimes the boys like to gang up on me.” 

Theo chuckled. “I reckon ganging up against you is the most fun that we have, dolcezza.” 

“I’d have to agree with Teddy,” Mattheo interjected as he grinned up at you. “We give teamwork a whole new meaning. Don’t we, princess?” 

“See,” you said, waving your arms between your boyfriends. “These sassy men will be the death of me.” 

Theo wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling against your neck. “You love us though.” 

“That I do,” you replied with a smile. 

“Do any of you ever get jealous?” asked Hermione. 

Theo nodded. “Of course, it’s a natural part of every relationship, but we have ways of working it out.” Your boyfriend smiled and kissed your cheek. “We just make sure no one feels left out.” He leaned down to place a kiss on Mattheo’s forehead too.

Hermione hummed. “That sounds rather nice, actually.” 

“I wouldn’t call it nice,” Mattheo countered with a sly smile. “Y/N can get a little feisty sometimes. You should’ve seen what she did to Lavender for touching my shoulder last week.” 

Theo nodded in agreement. “It’s nothing compared to the fight she had with Cho after she tried asking me out. Poor girl thought that polyamory equates to having an open relationship. As if I’d ever need anyone else besides Y/N and Mattheo.” 

“So polyamory doesn’t translate to opening your relationship to others,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “I’m learning so much.” 

Mattheo confirmed her statement with a nod. “Yes, we’re all very committed to one another. It’s only Y/N and Theo for me.” 

“While we all adore your wonderful little trio,” Draco cut in. You could tell by the tension in his shoulders that he would definitely not be open to sharing the golden girl with anyone else. “I think it’s time to call it a night.” 

You chuckled. “Such a party pooper, Malfoy. Don’t worry, Granger’s just asking for education purposes. Aren’t you, Mione?” 

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N. You’re devious, you know that?” 

Theo smirked at his oldest friend. “Don’t be jealous cause she has more game than you, Dray.” 

“After all, that’s how she got us. Right, princess?” 

Draco sighed exasperatedly. You rolled your eyes fondly before saying goodbye to everyone. Pulling Hermione into a hug, you winked behind her back as Draco glared at you. 

“Thank you for indulging me,” Hermione said softly. “I feel thoroughly educated now.” 

“No problem, Mione.” 

You kissed her cheek before wrapping Draco into a hug as well. “Stay sharp, Dray. You’ll have to work harder to keep up with this one. Granger’s way out of your league.” 

Draco smiled. “I’m well aware.” 

Later that night as you laid in bed sandwiched between Mattheo and Theo, you felt the potion reach its peak. You giggled into Theo’s neck, squealing as Mattheo pressed his cold feet against your legs. The three of you were chatting about your day like you usually did, but thanks to the potion, one of you always got sidetracked, leading into cuddles and kisses mid sentence.

Matty spooned you from behind, his possessive grip snaked around your waist like a vice. “I’m not going to lie, watching you crawl towards Granger tonight did something to me.” 

“That’s her game, mio amato. You know she loves to tease.” 

You turned over to face him, an amused smirk toying at your lips. “I thought you liked my little games, Teddy. At least your lower half did. I could feel you pressing against me all night.” 

Theo smirked, grinding his erection against your thigh. “Can you blame me? You knew exactly what you were doing. Admit it, cara mia. You weren’t cozying up to Hermione just to get under Draco’s skin. You were doing it to rile us up too.” 

“It worked. I’ve been hard as fuck all night. The way you teased Granger had me thinking vile thoughts.” 

“So I’m not enough for you, Matty?” You jested, pouting your bottom lip at your boyfriend. “You want Draco’s girl too?” 

Within the blink of an eye, you were pinned underneath Mattheo with your arms raised above your head as your boyfriend glared down at you. “No. If anything, you’re the one flirting with Granger like Theo and I aren’t enough to handle already. Maybe we should remind you who you belong to.” 

You hummed in agreement, biting back a smile. “Hmm, maybe you’re right, querido. I’m not opposed to a little refresher.” 

Theo shook his head in disbelief. “Fucking hell, bella. You just want to be railed until you cry, don’t you? Such a little brat. You could’ve just asked for what you wanted.”

You batted your lashes in response. “But it’s so much more fun this way.” 

As retaliation, Mattheo flipped you over on all fours. With a smirk, he leaned back on the headboard and pushed down his gray heathered sweatpants as Theo crawled behind you. He gave no warning as he bunched up your nightdress, pressing a filthy kiss against your clothed sex. You were dripping for him, coating his lips with your taste as he pushed your head down on Mattheo’s lap. You groaned as Mattheo pumped himself between slender fingers, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips. He bucked into your mouth just as Theo plunged his tongue between your folds. 

“What was that, principessa?” Theo hummed against your aching cunt. “Matty and I can’t hear you over all that moaning.” 

Mattheo laughed meanly as he gathered your hair in his fist, thrusting down your throat with a choked moan. “Put that smart mouth to work, sweetheart.” He thrust in lazily, barely giving you his tip. “Spit on it.” 

Glancing up at him through your lashes, you spit on Mattheo’s cock and watched as his head lolled against the headboard. “Teddy? Wanna give me a hand, pretty boy?”

With wide eyes, you gasped as Theo leaned over and pumped Mattheo in his hand before lining up his length against your lips. Theo kissed your cheek before shoving your head down to take inch after inch. Once Mattheo slid all the way in, he pulled out just to slam back in forcefully. You could feel Mattheo hitting the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex while he smirked in satisfaction. 

“Gonna shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good little slut, aren’t you?” 

You nodded, tears forming in your eyes as Mattheo continued to fuck your throat. As if that weren’t enough, Theo flicked his tongue on your clit and feasted on you from behind like a starved man. He took his sweet time, sloppily making out with your pussy and lapping up your arousal before slipping a finger inside, pumping you as you gagged on Mattheo’s cock. You groaned as Theo pried your legs apart, his intense gaze never leaving your face as he kissed the inside of your thighs. Hooking your right leg over his shoulder, Theo began licking and teasing, his tongue flicking through your folds with expert precision. He sucked hard, lapping your juices up with fervent devotion. 

The potion increased the sensations tenfold, intensifying your pleasure as you bucked against Theo’s face. It seems that your less than innocent academic pursuit had truly paid off because both Theo and Mattheo seemed to be affected just as much. The current of the concoction surged through all three of you, slamming you with wave after wave of heady desire. It felt better than drunk sex or fucking while you were high. This was just unbridled lust and want, flooding you with the need to be nothing but an obedient fuck toy for your favorite boys. 

Mascara streaked down your cheeks as you cried out for more, fisting the sheets as your boyfriends occupied both of your needy holes. The cries of pleasure were muffled around Mattheo’s cock. Your boyfriend’s breathing grew ragged and his grip grew tighter, his abs rippling as he shot hot ribbons down your throat. 

“Good girl. So fucking beautiful, swallowing every drop of my cum like a perfect little whore. You’re flawless, Y/N.”

Theo made quick work of you afterwards. Warmth spread from your core, hot tendrils snaking all over your body as he pushed you to your first orgasm of the night. When Theo crooked his middle and pointer finger inside your gummy walls, you squirted into his mouth with a cry. Despite your cries of pleasure, Theo showed no signs of stopping. His cool breath fanned over your sensitive sex and you whimpered at his ravenous appetite, squirming away from Theo’s tongue. Displeased, Theo flipped you onto your back and dragged you towards him by the ankles. 

“I’m not done with you, tesoro.” 

Your boyfriend growled and glanced at Mattheo. “Hold her down,” Theo commanded, his pretty eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re done when I say you’re done. Sit back, look pretty, and let me eat your pussy until you’re sobbing. I’ll make you feel so good, bella. Surely you have another one in you, don’t you, Y/N?” 

You nodded, still reeling from the aftershock of your orgasm. Mattheo placed you on his lap, prying your lips open with his fingers. “Theo asked you a question, princess. Use your words.” 

Theo smirked. “Give her a minute. I think I’ve fucked her so dumb with my mouth and fingers that she can’t even form a sentence.” 

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Mattheo said with a chuckle. He caressed your jaw, pressing kisses against your shoulder. “Don’t you want to cum again, sweetheart? Either way, you don’t really have a choice. Theo’s going to feast on you no matter what you say. You know he hates being teased.”

“I can take it,” you said in a shaky voice. “I’ll be good, I promise. I just want to make you both proud.” 

Theo smiled, revealing the dimples you loved so much. “I know you do, Y/N. We’re not stopping until you’ve soaked the sheets. Now come on, be a good girl and sit on my face.”

You swallowed thickly as Theo switched places with you, laying back on Mattheo’s lap while bringing your hips forward. Steadying yourself on Mattheo’s shoulder, you slowly lowered onto Theo’s face. You grinded against him slowly at first, minding your sensitive sex, but it wasn’t long before you were bucking into his mouth, riding his face like you’d ride his cock.

There was no other word to describe Theo but feral. He gorged himself on you, poking and prodding your wet cunt with his tongue and fingers until your head fell onto Mattheo’s neck, gasping against his skin while Theo’s fingers dug into your hips. You groaned as Mattheo kissed you roughly, whimpering at the overwhelming pressure already building in your core. 

As your moans and screams grew louder and louder, Mattheo gagged your mouth with his fingers, shoving his middle and pointer finger past your lips in an attempt to muffle the noise. 

“Are you trying to wake the whole castle up, princess?” 

“Let her,” Theo said, chuckling darkly as he wrapped his lips around your clit. “Let the whole castle hear what a desperate little slut she is for us.” 

You groaned as Theo picked up the pace, fucking you with his tongue until you were coming undone in his mouth. The second orgasm was an out of body experience. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you came with a cry. You could’ve sworn that you went to heaven and back.

As you collapsed backwards into Theo’s arms, your boyfriend grabbed you by the throat and kissed you. The taste of you lingered on his tongue and your eyes rolled back as Theo’s lips claimed yours. He chuckled when you chased his kisses. 

“Don’t be greedy, pretty girl. Matty wants a taste too.” 

Your lips parted in surprise as Theo grabbed the back of Mattheo’s head and kissed him hard, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip and they both groaned. Theo smiled into the kiss, savoring the taste. He patted Mattheo’s cheek before pulling you into his lap. 

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Theo cooed, caressing your cheek and rewarding you with neck kisses. “I love when you ride my face. You’re fucking perfect. I’m so proud of you, pretty girl.” 

“Don’t go all soft now, cariño.” Mattheo teased, licking away the remnants of you from the corner of his mouth. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even fucked her yet.” 

Theo smiled down at you, wiping away the mascara streaks clinging to your cheeks. “Then by all means. Finish the job you started, Matty.”

“I intend to,” Mattheo replied as he loomed over you.

With a wink, Theo spread your legs apart and presented your sopping wet cunt to Mattheo like a present. He reached down and rubbed his middle and pointer finger against your clit, holding your hips in place as you arched off the bed. 

“Look at that. Pretty little pussy’s all nice and wet for us,” Theo said with a chuckle. “You’re so eager, aren’t you? So insatiable, dolcezza. Maybe Mattheo and I should give you a double dose. Fuck you at the same time.” 

“Yes,” you breathed, mewling as Theo continued rubbing lazy circles against your clit. “Please, please, I need it.” 

“Just a cockhungry little slut. You’re fucking greedy, mi amor. Begging for both of our cocks. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll give you what you want. Fill you up like you need.” 

You whimpered in response as Mattheo manhandled you, pushing your face into the pillows while he lifted your perky arse in the air. He kneaded your ass, rubbing his cock along your folds. When you grinded against him for more, Mattheo’s palm landed on your right cheek with a hard smack. As you looked behind you, Theo winked before slapping your left cheek. The sting of his palm burned against your skin, making your eyes water. 

“What’s the matter, bella? I thought you wanted to play.”

“I do,” you breathed, gripping the sheets. “Please, Teddy. I need more. Spank me harder.” 

“Dirty girl,” Theo said fondly. “Ask and you shall receive.” 

As his palm came down on your ass over and over again, you gasped for breath, chasing air while Mattheo lined himself up at your entrance. Theo leaned down to kiss the handprints on your arse, biting softly and embedding his mark onto your skin before mirroring Mattheo’s actions. Theo teased against your puckering hole and nodded at the curly headed boy beside him. 

He placed a soft kiss on Mattheo’s lips. “Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be,” Mattheo responded with a grin. 

You braced yourself to take both of them, gripping the sheets while they filled you simultaneously. It was a tight fit and you could feel both of your boyfriends stretching your walls.

“Such a good girl,” Theo groaned, moving slowly so you could adjust to his girth. “Letting Matty and I stretch you wide open. Fuck, I love being inside of you. It feels like fucking heaven, tesoro.”

Mattheo groaned in agreement. “Your pussy’s so wet. Does it turn you on to be ruined like this?” You cried in pleasure, mewling as Mattheo took Theo’s hand and placed it on your lower abdomen. “Feel that, mi corazón. Can you feel me fuck her deep, rearranging her insides?” 

“Merda, you two are going to be the death of me.” Theo said, his dead eyes rolling back. “Fuck me, I could cum just watching Matty move inside of you, Y/N.” 

As the two of them moved in sync, you gasped and panted, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation. There were so many sensations all at once, overloading your senses, making you writhe and whimper while your boyfriends ruined you. Mattheo tilted your chin, praises dripping from his lips, sweat slicked skin glimmering a pretty golden shade in the dim light. 

The hard planes of his abdominal muscles rippled while he fucked you from behind, grasping at the base of your throat until you were gasping for air. “Who’s pussy is this?” Mattheo growled into your ear, his curls tickling your cheek while he released a ragged breath. “Who do you belong to, Y/N?” 

“You and Theo,” you breathed. “Only you and Theo.” 

Theo smiled at your answer, lacing your fingers together. “That’s right, principessa. You’re ours to love, to fuck, to worship. Don’t forget that.” 

“Oh gods,” you moaned, gripping Theo’s hand while wrapping your fingers around the hand that Mattheo had around your neck. “I’m yours and you’re both mine.” 

“Damn fucking right,” Mattheo said with a sharp thrust. 

As Mattheo’s breathing grew more ragged, you and Theo both knew that he would succumb first. Theo fisted Mattheo’s curls in one hand and pulled him in for a filthy kiss, swallowing the cry that left his lips as he came inside of you. The sensation of him filling you up was too much to handle and the orgasm rocked your body, making your limbs seize as that familiar white hot heat blinded your senses. 

Theo was the last to cum, pulling out of your sensitive hole so that Mattheo could wrap his lips around his cock. His endurance was rewarded with vulgar noises as Mattheo gripped his hips in place and sucked him dry.

When your third and final orgasm ran its course, you found yourself laying flat on your back, blinking back up at the ceiling as you regained control of your senses. Through the haze, you blinked and found Theo and Mattheo fussing over you, casting a cleansing spell and wiping your damp forehead with a clean cloth. With a smile, they both leaned in and kissed your cheeks before tucking you safely between them. You hummed, placing a gentle kiss on both of their foreheads. 

“You know you two are all I need, right?” 

Your boyfriends both nodded, curling against you. “Of course, mi corazón.” 

“You’re all we need too, cuore mio.”

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[hollisiguess]

im bored so y’all are getting some hazbin hcs

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Rosie actually knows that Alastor is all of those but to fuck with him she doesn’t tell him however she will from time to time call him one of those (for example when she says she knows Alastor is an ace in the hole)

Alastor and Rosie are in a qpr!

Velvette and Vox are besties they will gossip about everyone and everything

Velvette is a non-binary lesbian who uses she/her

EVERYONE in hell assume that the vees are a polycule and for the chaos they never correct anyone

Velvette barely tolerates Valentino and would like to beat the shit out of him at any given time

Ok I have to restrain myself with Velvette so last one even though Vox has beef with Alastor to everyone’s shock she hangs out with him every once and a while over some tea

Lute is aroace but she and Adam are « dating » bc people kept asking Lute out would never take no for an answer and it was making her uncomfortable

Despite everything Adam does care for Lute and is a good friend towards her hence why he agreed to the fake dating plan

Vaggie before getting her wings back would get HORRIBLE phantom pain from them and whenever Charlie would ask what was up she would always dodge the questions and Charlie wanting to respect her gfs boundaries wouldn’t push to much

Vaggies love language is acts of service and Charlie’s is physical touch

Charlie ADORES Vaggies wings she thinks they make her gf even more gorgeous then she already is

Vaggie is actually insecure of her wings as they remind her of a past she’s rather forget but Charlie fawning over them does make her like her wings a bit more

If Charlie is cold Vaggie will use her wings to make her warmer

After the battle against the exorcist Vaggie went back to thank Carmilla for her help and the two got to talking and ended bonding now they meet weekly at Carmillas to practice battle together (the both enjoy it greatly) and sometimes it leads to Vaggie staying for dinner

Carmilla Carmine is essentially Vaggies mom/mentor

Vaggie bonded with Carmillas daughters and they see eachother as sisters

Charlie will sometimes head over to cannibal town to give Rosie a visit and she now calls Rosie Auntie all the time

Vaggie brought Charlie to meet Carmilla and Charlie brought Vaggie to meet Rosie (both were super nervous to meet each others respective mom/aunt figure worried they wouldn’t approve)

Husk and Cherri used to hate eachother but after Angel forced them to hang out they grew to like eachother in a I hate u and hope u die/affectionate type of way

Angel does Cherris hair and I will not elaborate

Angel can’t cook for shit and almost set the hotel on fire many times (he’s now banned from the kitchen)

Vaggie however is a great chef!

Husk taught all the members of the hotel who didn’t already know how to play poker, poker

The hotel guests now have game night which is usually the entire cast struggling while Alastor, Husk and Vaggie sweep and have a rivalry between themselves the others are trying tho!

Alastor also taught the residents chess

Nifty eats the pieces

Im not elaborating on that last one

Vaggie and Angel actually like one another (PLATONICALLY) even considering one another one of their closest friends but neither would ever admit it out loud

Alright now that that's said Angel and Vaggie have mini cooking lessons in secret (WITHOUT ANY FIRE for safety reasons ofc) so Angel can make food for his friends

Lucifer and Vaggie actually bonded a lot especially given both are fallen angels

When Lucifer found out why Vaggie was cast out and how Vaggie had to physically restrain him from (somehow don’t question how he'd even be able to get to heaven to do it) beating the shit out of Lute

Shickingly Lucifer, nifty and Husk are friends and hang out

in fact Lucifer knew Husk before the hotel and had already grown fond of him

Sir Pentious and Charlie are besties

Charlie was the first person who Sir Pentious actually told he liked Cherri (the others still knew but like he actually told Charlie)

Sir Pentious makes Alastor babysit the egg bois after the outing he had with them a while back

Sir Pentious does like Emily but she kinda makes him sad as she reminds him so much of Charlie and he cant see her anymore given she's currently in hell

Razzle was always super attached to Charlie but Dazzle wierdly enough got super attached to Vaggie making her even angrier with Lute when she killed him

Imma end the hcs here cause this is already a shit tone lol

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

Cupid doesn’t gamble II

Summary: Leon, a mafia boss whose empire dominates all casinos on the west coast, meets a young girl amidst a game of poker. What would happen if he threw all his chips and gambled his love for you?

Warning: Mafia!Boss!Leon x Female!Reader. Eventual smut. Slow burn. Romantic. Leon is a gentleman. Characters are 21+ (plot wise). Researched topics. Mentions of violence. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: 6,142

A/N: I was giggling and kicking my feet while writing this🤭 holy shit I’ve never written something so damn corny before… I LOVE IT TEEHEE. Ugh I love me some good fluff.

[I][III]

“I gave a second chance to Cupid, but now I'm left here feelin' stupid. Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real. Cupid is so dumb,” - Cupid (Twin Ver.), Fifty Fifty

When Saturday arrived, you dressed yourself in a formal dress. You could only assume he’d want me to dress fancy since he always seemed to wear a suit. You didn’t think you’ve ever see him wear something casual.

The clock marked seven and you patiently waited in your room. You wore a black skin tight dress that reached your knees. It wasn’t from the most luxurious and high brand but it was still quite beautiful. The sleeves were actually a cape draped over your shoulders in a thin sheet of mesh fabric. Even your heels matched your dress. You’ve never been one to dress immodest on the first date. Your hair was done tied down and your makeup was light but not too boring. Everything looked just right.

Leon leaned against his car, his eyes focused on the door of your apartment building. He had been there for a while now, waiting patiently. He was dressed in one of his nicer suits, this one a deep navy blue. Although he didn’t bother to wear his signature red scarf or gloves.

He glanced at his watch, it was a minute before seven. He pushed himself away from his car, his eyes never straying from your door. He’d known Mafia Bosses who had to be punctual at all times, and now, it was a habit.

The neighborhood your apartment was in was on the side of the working class. You didn’t live in the richest part of town so his car stood out like a sore thumb.

Leon suppressed a sigh as he checked his watch again. Seven o’clock, on the dot. He started walking towards the door, his steps slow but steady. When he finally stood in front of your door, he took a moment to straighten his suit before raising his hand to knock, his knuckles rapping against the door three times.

He could already imagine your flustered reaction to seeing him again. He almost smiled at the thought, but his expression remained neutral, his face a stony mask. He waited.

Upon hearing the sounds of the knocking, you quickly made your way to the front door and opened to find Leon dressed so formally. He looked really good, your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat.

“Leon,” you said with a soft smile, “You made it.”

Leon’s eyes roamed over you as you opened the door, taking in your appearance. The light makeup, the black dress, the tied-up hair, everything about you looked absolutely perfect. He couldn’t help but think that you looked even prettier than the last time he saw you.

He returned your smile with a small one of his own, his eyes softening slightly at the sight of you.

"Of course I did," he said, his gaze never leaving yours, "I said I would, didn’t I?"

He was so gentle, like an innocent lotus that blooms above water. Hence why you couldn’t help the smile you had, “You did,” you whispered as you maintained his eye contact.

You closed the door behind you and walked down the steps to stand in front of him. Even with heels he stood above your height.

“You look very handsome,” you complimented as you gestured for his own outfit. His suit seemed rich and expensive, made with only the best craftsman. Leon’s eyes darkened slightly at your compliment, a small smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. He was used to compliments, but coming from you… it was different. It sent a flutter through his chest, something he wasn’t used to feeling.

"You're one to talk," he replied, his gaze roaming over your figure again, "You look absolutely stunning."

He extended his arm out towards you, his gesture a silent invitation as he waited for you to take it.

His words were sincere, no lie detected. As if he was truly honest, why would he lie to a woman? He didn’t seem the type to try and hook up on the first date. He had manners and etiquette. You gently wrapped your hand around his bicep as he offered his arm to you. You’ve only ever seen this in movies, you didn’t think people still did it in real life.

“Thank you,” you replied softly, staring up at him as the lights from the stars above you twinkled in your eyes. Leon felt the warmth of your touch on his arm, the way your fingers wrapped around the material of his suit. It was a simple touch, but it already felt too intimate. He knew this was dangerous terrain, getting close to you like this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

He didn’t miss the way your eyes met his, a warm sparkle in them as the reflection of the stars danced across them. You looked almost enchanted by him, like a doe staring up at a wolf.

But Leon was no wolf. He was so much more dangerous than that.

Leon led you to his car, his arm still intertwined with yours. His steps were steady, his gaze focused on guiding you to the vehicle. The night was cool and yet, he wasn’t even paying attention to the cold.

His mind was occupied with other things, specifically the thought of how to keep your attention on him. Most of the women he’d dated before didn’t stay for long. He figured they were only interested in his money.

But you were different. It somehow felt like you were truly interested in getting to know him, and not his bank account.

When you neared his car, he actually held the door open for you until you sat down and closed it. Such manners! As he began to drive, you couldn’t help but marvel at his car. Even the interior looked expensive, “Nice car,” you commented softly.

Leon gave you a small shrug, slightly amused by your compliment. He was used to women swooning over his expensive assets, his cars, his houses.

But you didn’t do that. And it was refreshing to say the least.

"It's not bad," he agreed, his eyes on the road. He wasn’t looking at you, but he could still sense your gaze on him. He glanced over at you briefly, a small smirk on his lips.

"You’re not very impressed by the car, are you?" he asked bluntly.

Your cheeks flushed a bit and you shook my head, “I actually don’t know anything about cars,” you replied abashedly, “But I like it. It looks nice. Very comfy.”

Maybe he was used to hearing women compliment his assets and his bank account but you weren't used to such a lavish life so you didn’t know much. But it was all still impressive, not because of the price but because the car genuinely looked like it was taken good care of.

Leon chuckled softly at your answer, the sound low and warm. He could tell he managed to make you flustered again, a slight pink tinge on your cheeks that he found endearing.

"You’re the first woman I’ve met who didn’t swoon over the car instead of the man driving it," he said bluntly, his eyes on the road still.

He found it interesting, your lack of reaction to his worldly possessions. Most women, in his experience, fell over themselves just to ride in this car.

Okay maybe it was a bit weird reducing his car to just ‘comfy’ but it was fresh and real. It was an unexpected response but it seemed like he liked it.

You stared out the window, shaking your head once again, “Why would I put a car over a person?” You muttered before you glanced at him driving.

“A car won’t love me back. It won’t wipe my tears off my face,” you continued, “All it does it take from point A to point B. Why would I choose a car over someone?”

Leon's eyes left the road briefly to look at you, his expression unreadable. Your answer seemed simple and honest, genuine even. Most of the women he’d met cared about how much he could spoil them. They wanted fancy jewelry, expensive clothes. They never cared about the little things, the soft spoken words and the caring touches.

"That makes sense," he replied softly, his eyes focusing back on the road.

“In any case,” you muttered, unaware of how your words affected him for the better. You, in fact, did care about the little things. The lingering touches, the stolen glances—you lived for all of that.

“I think if you love someone,” you continued, staring at the road in front of you, “You understand them. You don’t lust after them, you don’t judge them, and you don’t compare them. To love someone, is to love so innocently but also very intimate in the sense that it isn’t sexual.”

“No car can replicate that type of love,” you whispered and glanced at him. Maybe you were being a bit indirectly forward, but you wanted him to know that you didn’t care if he was the richest man on earth or the poorest man, it was his morals and values that mattered.

Leon’s fingers tightened their grip on the steering wheel as he listened to your words. Your explanation of love was sweet, pure. It was almost like hearing a child’s view on the world, innocent and untainted.

It was so far from his own views on love. Love was a weakness, a risk that only ended in more pain and hurt. He had seen it many times, how people would do horrible things, all in the name of love.

But hearing your idealistic explanation of love… it sounded almost alien to him.

Your words felt almost like a revelation to him, a realization that love was supposed to be innocent, and intimate, and so much more than just material things.

He took a deep, steady breath, his mind quietly processing your words, the way they seemed to touch a part of him he thought was long gone.

"You have a way with words," he said, his voice laced with a hint of admiration.

A shy smirk reached your lips and you looked down at your hands on your lap, “Not really,” you muttered, “I just really like to read romance.”

“I’ve read Anna Karerina, Lorna Doone, and Forever Amber,” you listed softly. You loved romance novels, reading about predestined love and star crossed lovers often resulting in a battle of emotions was all so interesting to you.

Leon's gaze briefly flickered towards you, a hint of amusement in his eyes. It was endearing, your passion for romance. It was almost cute.

"Ah, a romantic at heart," he commented, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "I've heard of those books. Bit tragic, aren’t they?"

He remembered the brief details he’d heard about those stories, tales of love, passion and despair. It all seemed a bit cliché.

“Yes,” you agreed, “It is tragic but what is love if there aren’t consequences? The true enemy of love is not hatred, it’s indifference and doubt.”

“I like to think that love is a double edged sword, a line so thin that divides happiness and depression. It’s our choices that make that sword tilt either side,” you commented quietly.

Leon’s grip on the steering wheel tightened even further at your words. They were deep and profound, making him think of things he’d never pondered before.

“And what happens when that sword tilts the wrong way?” he asked, his voice a little cold.

He'd seen the darker side of love, the way it could make people do things they'd never thought they were capable of. He'd never been a stranger to that kind of love. The kind of love that consumed and destroyed.

“Then you let it tilt until it’s back straight. It’s a rotation, a cycle. Eventually… love will be the right way,” you said.

“Love can destroy and create, not so different from a god. You can create to destroy or you can destroy to create. You can hate to love or love to hate. But in the end, it’ll always be there,” But your view on love wasn’t all happy, it wasn’t all sad either. You’d like to think you had a balance of understanding the good and bad about the subject of love.

Leon chuckled darkly, a bitter, almost sarcastic sound. The cycle of love you described was something he had never believed in.

"Love can’t just fix itself," he replied, "Once it's destroyed something, it can never bring it back. Nothing can."

You smiled and looked at him, “Sure it can,” you replied, “Love *can* be fixed as it can fix others.”

“It’s everywhere. It’s in the trees, in the sea, in our blood—love exists and it hasn’t died. It can’t die. If there is no love, what will there be?” You said softly, “There will be people that hurt you and no matter how much love you give them, it’ll never be enough.”

“But that doesn’t make it the end of the world. It’s a temporary wound in your heart that feels too deep to heal but like all injuries… it slowly heals. Love is time. And you have time to love,” you muttered softly, still staring at him, “And with the right person, you’ll learn,” you said as you hesitantly rested your hand on his shoulder. Leon didn't look at you, his gaze stayed forward, watching the road. But he could feel the lingering touch of your hand on his shoulder, a stark contrast to his cold demeanor.

"You speak so kindly of love," he said softly, his demeanor softening, "As if it hasn't hurt you before."

He was softening, it’s like he couldn’t stay mad forever. “It has,” you whispered, squeezing his shoulder and giving him a small smile, “But I’ve learned to accept that the pain wasn’t just a setback. It was a step for the future.”

Leon's expression softened ever so slightly as you squeezed his shoulder and smiled at him. Your words, your optimism, it made him feel almost guilty for his cold demeanor.

He inhaled a breath, his body relaxing a little. You were a rare one, he had to admit that. In his line of work, he never encountered people like you, who spoke of love with such gentle wisdom.

As you neared the restaurant, it was busy with late night goers. People dressed in nothing but their bestest dresses and suits. It was quite fancy.

-

You had been sitting at your table that he had reserved, spending the time talking about your interests and telling stories. You don’t think you’ve ever laughed as much as you did tonight. He was funny, charismatic, kind, and patient. It was like he had cracked your introverted shell.

Leon's eyes lingered on you as you laughed, a small, warm smile tugged at the corner of his lips. You looked cute when you laughed, he had to admit. He was enjoying your company more than he thought he would. It wasn't just mindless banter, there was an ease in their conversation that he wasn't used to.

Leon raised his glass of wine, silently gesturing for yours to clink against.

"To a lovely evening," he said, his gaze never leaving yours.

You raised your glass of wine and clinked it against his with a smile, “To a lovely date,” you added before you sipped my glass. Once you put my glass down, you sighed softly and looked at him, “Thank you for this date. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy before on a first date,” you said with a small laugh.

The corner of Leon's mouth twitched into a small smile again as you thanked him. He was glad to see that you were enjoying yourself as much as he was.

He took a drink from his glass as well, his eyes still studying you, studying that beautiful smile on your face.

"No need to thank me," he said softly, setting his glass down as well. "This night is just as much for me as it is for you."

You leaned forward and rested your arms on the table, “Are you always such a gentleman?” You inquired with interest, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you act differently.”

"Perhaps," he replied, his gaze fixed on you, "I've always been taught to treat women with respect."

“It’s nice,” you whispered with a smile, your cheeks pink from drinking wine, “It’s way better than what modern dating is.”

"Modern dating?" he repeated, arching a brow, "Not into that whole 'Netflix and chill' nonsense?"

You chuckled and shook your head, “Oh, god, no!” You said as you rested your elbows on the table, your chin resting on the palm of your hand, “That’s like asking someone if you want to have sex. And I don’t do it like that.”

“I’d never ask anyone if they want to ‘Netflix and Chill’,” you muttered, “If anyone said that to me, I’d think they were a walking red flag.”

Leon chuckled at your reaction and shook his head as well. It was refreshing to meet someone who wasn't into the casual 'Netflix and chill' culture.

"I'm inclined to agree with you there," he commented, a hint of amusement in his voice, "It's a little too shallow for my taste. I prefer spending time getting to know someone before... well, anything else."

He took a sip of his wine, his gaze still on you, studying your expression. There was something so genuine about you. It was quite rare in his usual line of work.

“I agree with you on that,” you muttered softly as you watched him sip his wine, “I prefer to love than to lust.”

Leon's eyes widened ever so slightly at your words. Your honesty and your perspective on love and lust were a breath of fresh air.

"Love rather than lust, huh?" he replied, his voice almost a whisper. He set his glass of wine back down on the table.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table, his gaze intense and focused on you, "Quite a profound way of looking at things," he added, a hint of intrigue in his tone.

“Well, yes,” you said, you could feel yourself enter a state of rambling. Of digressing, if you will, “Everyone is so obsessed with instant gratification that we often forget that the process to reach that state is far more rewarding than the feeling itself.”

“It is like walking up the steps of a mountain and your only goal is to get to the other but in order to get to the other side, you must take calculated steps otherwise you’ll slip and fall. And that’s what life is about. To slip and fall but to also pick yourself up in order to achieve a goal, whether it is eternal happiness or a momentous fleet of bliss, the process in which we get there feels more satisfying than the actual feeling of being at the top that can only last a few seconds,” you rambled.

“Love is cherishing all the moments in which led you to be where you are. If we don’t appreciate what we have, someone else will,” then, your cheeks turned a bit pink as you realized you rambled, “Sorry. I went on a tangent there,” you said with a small and awkward laugh.

Leon simply sat back in his chair, a small smile playing at his lips as you spoke. He found himself listening intently to every word you said, captivated by your passion and eloquence.

"Don't apologize," he said, the hint of a smirk on his lips, "I find it endearing when you get carried away like that. You're quite the deep thinker. I like that."

You chuckled softly and nodded once more. You were indeed a deep thinker, a philosopher at heart. Everything that dealt with life, you loved to hear about.

“I just have a lot of thoughts in my mind,” you muttered quietly, “What about you?” You asked suddenly.

“What do you like to do?” You asked as you tilted your head slightly to the side, almost curiously.

Leon chuckled at your question. It was only fair that he be asked about himself. He took a moment to think before responding.

"What do I like to do?" he echoed, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Well, I'm a man of many interests. I enjoy reading, going to nice restaurants, taking walks... and gambling."

He paused, a sly grin slowly spreading across his face, "And you know I'm a pretty damn good poker player."

You rolled your eyes despite your lips curling into a smile, you weren’t all truly annoyed. He was a really good player that beat various times whenever you played for the first time together. The one where you met.

“Yes,” you nodded your head slightly and sat back, crossing one of your legs over the other, “You are a good player. I’m still grateful you forgave what I owed you after the rounds.”

"You know I have a soft spot for pretty girls," he said with a small chuckle, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

He reached across the table and gently patted the top of your hand, his gesture both affectionate and reassuring.

"It wasn't a big deal," he continued, his expression growing serious again, "Besides, I knew you weren't just some rich kid wasting your parents' money. That you were being responsible."

Your face softened and you didn’t move your hand away, the action seemingly affectionate and it warmed your heart. He was so gentle, wasn’t he?

“Just thought of spending a few dollars hoping I’d get more, but I learned my lesson,” you whispered before your hand hesitated a bit. You turned your hand over, essentially putting your palm up against his palm.

Your heart was beating fast, just the simple touch from his hand was enough to set your heart ablaze, “I’d never spend my parents’ money… you’re right on that,” you added, your voice quieter as you stared down at your hands together. Leon's eyes flickered down to where your hands met on the table and lingered there for a moment. He inhaled a tiny breath, his mind momentarily distracted by the feel of your skin against his.

The touch was simple, but in his line of work, he'd nearly forgotten the sweetness of physical affection. He gently curled his fingers over yours, holding your hand in a firm but gentle grip.

The touch was gentle, intimate, and tender. A softness of the warmth shared between you as your fingers gently played across his hand, your thumb rubbing his skin in a setting to wake a trail of warmth.

You didn’t know what took over you to do that but for some reason it felt natural. As if you were meant to hold him like a dream. That’s what he was, a dream personified right before you.

Your eyes drifted from your hands back to his eyes, watching as the dim and orange light of the restaurant play across his features in a harmonious and seraphic light. As your gazes met again, he couldn't help but be entranced by the way the soft candlelight from the restaurant played across your features. It was as if they were crafted to perfectly fit the curves of your face, enhancing your natural beauty.

His thumb gently returned the gesture, rubbing against the base of your hand. A silent, gentle agreement.

Unspoken words and unanswered questions lingered but for now, you’d just enjoy the company of each other. As the date progressed, the night became darker and the restaurant slowly became lone.

After paying, you walked out of the said place and strolled through the sidewalk as you made your way to his car. In the middle of crossing a bridge, the moon’s light reflected on the water beneath you, a shine so bright that you had to stop by the railing and stare at the full moon. Leon's footsteps slowed to a stop as you paused to stare at the moon. He stood beside you, leaning against the railing, his gaze fixated on your face as you looked out at the reflection of the moon shimmering on the water below.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked quietly as you kept your eyes on the moon, a soft breeze blowing by you two.

He glanced up for a moment, taking in the sight of the full moon in the inky black night sky, "It is," he agreed quietly. But as he looked back at you, he found himself thinking that there was a sight even more beautiful right in front of him.

You didn’t even notice his lingering gaze, eyes spoke so many volumes. It’s what makes humans vulnerable, the eyes never lie.

You stood there for what felt like an hour but really it was just a couple of minutes. Your skin chilled with goosebumps as the night breeze brushed over you, once again reprimanding yourself for being cold.

It was a pattern, huh? You being cold and him bringing you warmth. A balance between you. The irony didn't escape him. In any other circumstance, he would consider himself the colder one, and yet, standing beside you right now, in this moment, he could only think of you as the warm one.

He shrugged, then, without missing a beat, he gently draped his coat around your shoulders, the warmth from his body transferring to the fabric.

A smile plastered on your face as you felt the fabric with an all too familiar scent of his cologne. One that you didn’t even realize you had missed so much.

“Thank you for tonight,” you muttered softly, bringing his coat closer to your body, “It’s one of the best dates I’ve ever been on.”

He nodded his head in response, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips, "It was my pleasure," he replied, his tone genuine.

He paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on you once more, "And in all honesty," he continued, "I had a good time as well. I hope there'll be more nights like this soon."

You nodded and your smile widened, just the thought of seeing him again on a night like this made your insides flutter with joy and excitement. A candid and innocent feeling.

“Yes, I hope so too,” you muttered and stared up at him. It was just the two of you, standing under the moonlight as the sound of water splashed underneath you from below the bridge. Leon couldn't help but smile softly. Your expression was full of innocent excitement, your eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

The sound of water below you two and the soft sounds of the night's insects and the rustle of leaves echoed in the air around you, but all he could focus on was you. You, standing there with his coat draped around your shoulders. You, who, in that moment, seemed more beautiful than ever.

His heart skipped a beat in his chest, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently cup your cheek in his hand.

Your breath hitched, his touch was that of a soft caress. Of an artist admiring their piece of art that had been inspired by their muse. To which in this case, he was the artist and you were his muse.

The night ended perfectly. You had gone to his car to take you back home, although you didn’t really want to leave him just yet. The night felt young but you didn’t want to be selfish and greedy. The drive back to your apartment was quiet and peaceful. There wasn't an ounce of awkwardness, just the comfort of each other's presence. Even as Leon parked the car in front of your home, a part of him wished the night could have lasted just a little longer.

“This is it,” you whispered as you remained sitting in his car while he parked in front of your apartment. You didn’t want to say goodbye, what if you didn’t see him again?

He turned off the engine and turned to you, watching as you spoke the words neither of them wanted to say.

"I guess it is," he replied quietly, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against the steering wheel.

You took off his coat and gently placed it in the cupholder separating our seats. Then, you glanced at him. Goodbyes weren’t easy when you didn’t know if you’d see each other again.

A thought occurred to you, you rummaged through your purse and pulled out a small piece of napkin, which had your lipstick stain on it, along with a pen. You wrote your number on the piece of napkin and then handed it to him, but not before you stole a kiss on his cheek. Leon's breath caught in his throat as he felt the surprise kiss against his cheek, the heat of your lips sending a shiver down his spine.

“Call me soon,” you whispered as you stepped out of the car, rather anxiously and a bit hastily. He took the napkin, his gaze flickering to the numbers written on it. He held it in his hand, almost like a lifeline, watching as you stepped out of the car.

"I will," he called out, a hint of something in his voice, as if he was reluctant to let you leave, "I'll call you soon," he repeated, a promise, an assurance to you, and himself.

As soon as you entered your home and closed the door behind you, you let out a breath you had been holding in after kissing his cheek. It was bold for you and it probably caught him off guard but you didn’t regret it one bit.

You felt your heart quicken, now that he had your number, you can definitely keep seeing each other more often. All was not lost tonight.

Leon sat in his car for a moment longer, staring down at the napkin holding your number with your faded lipstick kiss next to it. His mind was racing, his heart still thudding against his chest.

Your kiss was bold, unexpected, yet it sent a spark through him that he hadn't felt in so long. It was like a promise, a declaration that something had shifted.

He folded the napkin and put it in his pocket, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He started his car, heading back home with one thing in his mind. Soon, he'll call you. Soon.

-

For a couple weeks, you’ve gone out on more dates. Dinner dates, walks along the beach, even taking you to a carnival. He was always such a gentleman; holding the door open, carrying you in his arms bridal style if your feet ached from your heels, always stubbornly paying for your food.

And you had no say in anything, he was assertive but gentle. As if he only wanted to take care of you and not make you work or move a muscle. You didn’t mind, of course, but you always made sure to offer to pay for dates (even if it made him reprimand you).

For the first time in my life, you felt happy. Genuinely happy. He was everything, the only reason you woke up all happy was because of him. You were no longer your old self, he converted you into this happier version that you didn’t know you could be.

“Eyes locked on the target, Sir.”

“Good, go on right ahead, bring the captive alive.”

The worst thing imaginable had happened. A man broke into your house, the window crashed and you left your room to investigate.

When you made it to your living room, a figure from behind you suddenly pressed a piece of cloth right under your nose, forcing you to inhale whatever was on that.

Your vision blurred and you slowly felt your body become weak and disoriented. The man kept his grip around your arm tightly, preventing you from moving. When you had finally passed out, he gently laid you down on the floor to communicate with another person.

“Target acquired, returning back to base,” the man said before he picked up your body and threw it over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

-

Leon was slowly falling hard for you. Seeing you happy, laughing, smiling was becoming an addiction for him. Every passing day that he spent with you, he found himself getting more and more attached.

He would do anything for you, pay for everything, pamper you, as long as you were happy and content. Seeing you smile because of him, brought him more joy than anything in the world.

He was falling in love, even if he didn’t quite realize it yet. His heart belonged to you now, whether he admitted it or not.

“Boss,” the voice of a man rang out in Leon’s office. As he had gone on dates with you, he didn’t neglect his duties as the mafia lord.

“Kyle was found dead in the casino. The arms case was missing as well,” he said to Leon. But it wasn’t just a random death. No, it was the act of an enemy mafia group just from the other side of the city. One that had many times tried to assassinate Leon and take over his empire.

Leon's expression darkened as he listened to his underling's report. The news of Kyle's death and the missing arms case was nothing but a nuisance, but the fact that his enemy mafia was behind this bothered him even more.

"Damn it," he muttered, his fists clenching at his sides, “Those bastards are getting bold."

He pushed himself up from his chair, his gaze hardening as he listened to his underling, "Any leads?"

The man shook his head, “No, sir. The body was missing so we couldn’t find the cause of death. But we found a card with the initials of Santo 'The Suit' De Lucchi.”

Santo ‘The Suit’ De Lucchi was a long time enemy of Leon. He was the man that had been targeting Leon ever since he became a Mafia boss. Santo was given the nickname ‘The Suit’ because he always played a tricky game.

He was obsessed with card decks, often always leaving behind a suit card on a bloody crime scene after murdering his own enemies. He’d leave the four types of cards behind depending on the message he tried to convey. This time, he had left an 8 of Spades card, meaning that he had a powerful group of men at the ready.

Leon's jaw tensed at the mention of the name. Santo 'The Suit' De Lucchi. He knew that name all too well, and it was never for a good reason.

The mention of the 8 of Spades card made his eyes narrow. It was a warning, a declaration of war. And it was personal.

"How nice of The Suit to leave a calling card," Leon said, his voice laced with anger. "He really wants my attention, doesn't he?"

“What do you want us to do, boss?” The underling asked Leon. War between mafias wasn't uncommon. Almost everyday, there were news of men found dead in the streets from crime and mafia activities. But to prevent panic among the citizens, the police simply said they were civilian disputes. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Leon paused for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and plans.

"I want you to gather more information about his men, his operations, his every move," Leon ordered, his voice sharp and commanding, "But more importantly, I want to know why he's making a move now. This isn't just some petty feud, it's a message."

Leon's eyes narrowed as he thought, "He's playing a game, and I need to be ten steps ahead if I want to win it."

“On it, boss,” the underling then left Leon’s office, leaving him alone to think to himself.

It was suspicious how The Suit made a move now after years of feuding with Leon. What changed? Who was their next target? The Suit wasn’t going to stop there, no, he won’t. It would only be a matter of time before he went after something Leon cared so deeply about.

As the door closed behind his underling, Leon let out a sigh, leaning back in his chair.

He knew The Suit’s next move wouldn’t be a direct attack at him, no, that was too risky for someone like The Suit. He’d want to hit Leon where it hurt the most.

Leon’s thoughts immediately turned to you. His chest tightened at the idea of you being hurt, being targeted somehow. He had to make sure you were safe. Protected.

[604to647]

Safest with You - Series Masterlist

Modern AU with Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din Djarin, retired mob enforcer, falls in love, but worries his past could put his future (you) in danger.

A/N: First time writer, please be gentle 🥹 This is a modern AU where Din is a former enforcer for the Fett family, and the world building and relationship development between Din and Reader takes place over many chapters. Some Star Wars names thrown in for fun, but there aren't meant to be any serious parallels to canon. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoy my brain rot for everyone’s favourite tin man 🥰

Series warnings: Chapters with smut denoted with 🚑, chapters with angst denoted with ❤️‍🩹, fluff throughout. Individual instalment warnings are included in each post.

Ch. 1 (The Coffeeshop)

Ch. 2 (The Bookstore)

Ch. 3 (The Drycleaner)

Ch. 4 (The First Date)

Ch. 5 (The Courtship)

Ch. 6 (The Courtship, Din's POV) ❤️‍🩹

Ch. 7 (The Third Date) ❤️‍🩹

Ch. 8 (The Cab) ❤️‍🩹

Ch. 9 (The Dam Breaks) 🚑

Ch. 10 (The Afterglow) 🚑

Ch. 11 (The Poker Game) (a summary)

Ch. 11 Addendum (After The Poker Game) 🚑

Ch. 12 (The Workout) 🚑

Ch. 13 (The Birthday)

Ch. 14 (The Subway) 🚑

Ch. 15 (The BBQ) 🚑

Ch. 16 (The Match-up) 🚑

Ch. 17 (The Preparations) 🚑

Ch. 18 (The Threat) 🚑 ❤️‍🩹 Inspo

Ch. 19 (The Betrayal) 🚑 ❤️‍🩹

Ch. 20 (The Way to Get Over Someone, Part 1)❤️‍🩹

Ch. 21 (The Way to Get Over Someone, Part 2)🚑 ❤️‍🩹 new!

Ch. 22 (The Long Road to Forgiveness)

Epilogue

Art new!

Dog walk (@kenobiwanx commission 🙏🏻)

Bedtime (@pinkiemme Ch. 11A commission 🥹) 🚑 new!

One-shots and Drabbles (same AU)

All the one shots and drabbles can be slotted in the above timeline; as the chapters get written, I’ll note where they fit in. For now, consider the below to all be set when Din and Reader are in an established relationship (hence the smut 😂).

Carnival Fright Night 🚑 (set between Ch. 12 & 14)

Lingerie 🚑 (set anytime after Ch. 10) (Link to the Lingerie set)

The Wedding, Part 2 🚑 (insert btwn Ch. 17 & 18) (Moodboard by @hellishjoel - thank you!)

2 More Days (A Textfic) 🚑 - Part 1, Part 2 (set anytime after Ch. 12)

Holiday Remix (A Textfic) (set anytime after Ch. 12)

Let Me Carry It For You (SBowl 🏈 Drabble) (set right after Ch. 11)

The Mando Roll (Valentine’s Day Special) (set anytime after Ch. 10)

Hat Trick (set anytime after Ch. 12) Part 2 (The Playoffs) 🚑

Birthday Bunny 🚑 (HBD P! 🥳)

Gouda Girl (Happy Pedro Hours Challenge)

Thots

Alfredo’s the best dog

Favourite nook

Walking the dog

POV: On a date with Din

Naming of Mando’s Gym inspo

Working at Mando’s

Paz Vizsla face cast

Excellent boxing advice

Young boxer Din inspo

Series vibes and this amazing graphic by @gasolinerainbowpuddles (thank you!)

[ayan0thegl1tch]

[5]: Chilly Nights

WARNINGS: A smidge of possessive behavior if you squint, could also be interpreted as just a lot of jealousy, a small injury reader receives from cooking, cussing, some slightly suggestive actions and mentions. Use of the word mommy.

This is a continuation of the last oneshot: Quiet Nights, hence this one being named similarly. Only this time, it’s time for a horror movie. Huh? What’s that? Y/n’s overworking herself? Oh, don’t worry! The boys are here to make sure she relaxes as much as they do!

PS: I was given more ideas for this request, so it has more words than usual. If you’d like a request to be longer, I’d suggest giving at least a few details for what should happen and such.

[Open Info Blog?]

Yes ❤️ No

[Understood. Opening Info Blog…]

[Info Blog successfully opened. Welcome, REDACTED.]

[Type: More poly fluffing fluffity fluffed fluff💗💕]

[Date finished: 6/16/2024]

[Total time: 1 hour and 45 minutes]

[Is this a request?: Yes!^^]

[By whom?: HollyOtterTheUNholly]

[Thank you, Holly!]

[Words: 1,590]

[Closing Info Blog…]

Pops and sizzling could be heard from the kitchen as a certain black-teared skeleton sat eagerly at the breakfast bar, a big smile on his face and pinpricks sparkling like stars.

It was movie night. And of course, because of that, that meant there would be more snacks. And more of his moth mommy. A win win. (HELP AUTOCORRECT WANTED IT TO SAY MOUTH MOMMY😭)

A loud hiss came to his ears, followed by a noise of pain.

“Ow…”

Head perked up, he shortcutted to the kitchen to see what had happened.There he found you, clutching your wing and occasionally flinching as you rushed to get some ice.

Your hand finally moved away for a minute, and low and behold, there was a small burn on one of your wings, just below the “eye”.

Of course, Killer being Killer, he instantly overreacted at the sight, giving a loud gasp and checking all over you, though you’re pretty sure it was just because he wanted attention.

If you’re being honest, he acted like a cat. There were times he wouldn’t want to be around anyone and was angry towards those who intruded, and then there was this side of him. The “Give me love or I’ll fucking burn this place to the ground” side.

They all had that one though, didn’t they?

Only most of them were less vocal about it and more reclusive.

Surprise attack.

Not anymore, you had learned to know the signs and always gave them what was needed before everything went downhill. Literally.

The only problem was sometimes it would start out playful and it was fine, and then things would get to be too much…

You snapped out of your thoughts again to continue pushing ice down on the injury, gritting your teeth from the sudden temperature change.

Arms wrapped around your waist, and you looked down to find a sobbing Killer. Believe it or not, your eyes didn’t widen in surprise. After all, this was average behavior for him.

Your poker face was shown only for a minute before a voice spoke up.

“Here we find the rare Killer, acting basic as hell in his natural habitat.”

You dissolved into a fit of giggles at the snarky comment from the unimpressed skeleton leaning against the frame of the archway.

“As if you’re any better, chocolate collecting ass.”

You had to put a hand over your mouth to stop the onslaught of laughter you could accidentally let out. The two were having such an intense stare-off you could practically see the lightning bolts coming from their eyes like in anime. Fitting, they were both weebs.

A ding from the oven between the two broke the tension, and you rushed over to open it and bring out the food.

Right, you had dinner to make. How could you forget?

A hum from Nightmare was the sign of approval you got for your cooking. He was never erratic with his emotions, having more control over them due to reserving them so much around his brother when they were little.

The others,(except for Error as he would leave later) were just scarfing it down, possibly in a hurry to get to the movie, and the snacks that came with it.

Killer was dramatic as always, Horror has had a huge appetite ever since his au collapsed, Dust was…well, it wasn’t really him that was eating fast, it was his brother, and Cross was probably excited for his favorite sweet treat.

Soon enough, all the food was cleaned from the plates and you stood up from your seat to go do chores…

Only to be stopped by Nightmare.

“Dear, it’s movie night. Why don’t you take a break from your work?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the idea.

“There’s a lot to get done, Noche.”

Unfortunately, he wasn’t finished yet.

“But you have time, right?”

You let out a long sigh at the realization he was correct.

“Fine, but I still have to get snacks.”

“Oh no, I’ll get those ready.”

“Noche…”

“Y/n. You need to rest.”

Your shoulders slumped as you huffed, but gave in, letting his tentacle wrap around your middle, careful not to squeeze your wings and taking you along to the living room where they were to watch the film.

There was a black leather wrap-around couch starting on the left and a chair sitting across from it with an ottoman. Similarly colored dark curtains were currently being shut by Horror, blocking out the sun’s light so to see the screen better and a large TV with speakers sat atop a shelf above the fireplace, welcoming you with its heat.

The inky black appendage loosened around your body after setting you down on the sofa, and the owner of it walked off to the kitchen.

In a flash, Killer had pinned you up against the corner, squishing his face into your soft chest with a happy sigh. You let out a high-pitched squeak at his actions, causing him to chuckle, but your tense posture relaxed on knowing it was only him.

While you were distracted with Killer, Cross had decided to slip in behind you, settling you on his lap in the process.

And it sure did get a reaction out of you, being sandwiched between the two of them. Your face was fuming at the contact from both sides, between Cross petting your wings, and Killer nuzzling your chest fluff.

You knew they were doing it on purpose. Those were both extremely sensitive spots for you, along with your antenna. Oh, and Nightmare just arrived with the food. He had finished with the snacks by now, so you don’t know how long the other two had kept you here.

Oh dear…it seems you had lost track of time in your pleasure and embarrassment.It was much darker now, and popcorn takes a good amount of time to make, not to mention the other things, so the idea of your face redder than a cherry for who knows how long was awkward.

Really awkward.

Like, the air is suffocating awkward silence.

Nonetheless, you were eventually gotten off of by Killer so he could get some of the buttered kernels and Nightmare sat down to start the movie. Horror had settled into the chair, eagerly waiting and stealing some snacks from Killer, followed by an angry shout from the latter. Dust had finished with the drapes and was now standing up, leaning forward against the back of the couch. Cross didn’t exactly leave, he just liked to be behind you when you ended up cuddling one or more of the boys. Why? How should you know? You just let everyone do what they wanted to do.

And in return, they let you do what you wanted to do. Mostly. Unlike now.

So…here you were, sitting trapped in the arms of one of the authors favorite your skeletons, with chores still to get done, and lots of incoming want for affection from at least one of them, if not all.

Eventually, you had settled down with Cross embracing you, and instead had come the time to finally watch the film. As the movie progressed, you would eventually let out small squeaks and flinches at the loudest moments or sudden jumpscares.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, you’re a fucking badass when it comes to the boys, but that doesn’t mean you don’t still get surprised sometimes.

You would have probably been acting like a teenager sneaking out to some old, creepy ahh place with your friends if it weren’t the fact you were watching the movie so robotically.

The monsters around you could practically see the gears turning in your head, analyzing the human’s every move as they ran away from the animatronic.

(Yes you’re watching the FNAF movie, fight me if you don’t like it!!) ( ´-ㅅ•)▄︻┻┳══━一💥

The mood was…actually getting creepier the longer you stared, silently judging their stupid-classic-horror-movie-getting-cornered actions. Yes, it was good for watching it, but they would’ve preferred only the mood to be chilly. Your emotions were so blatant you could see them popping up above your head.

What!? Their moth mommy being creepy??? No way! But it was true. Sweat dripped down Cross’ face as he watched you criticizing the person’s stupid as hell acting in your head. You had half a mind to start ranting about it, and how unrealistic it was.(No? Nobody else does that?...Okay okay sorry I’ll leave. *smashes through the fourth wall*)

A sudden wet, sticky feeling brought you out of your line of thought.

Nightmare…

Your suspicions were correct. One of his tentacles was now resting on your arm, and he was looking at you with a stare that just screamed ‘I said relax.’

Back to one of those moods, huh? You’re not going down so easily.

Oh, nevermind, it seems you’ve become a puddle of jelly now.

A few more strokes to your wings was all it took for you to melt into the monochromatic skeleton, and in retaliation you angrily turned and stuffed your face into his jacket, scooting closer.

It was soft, floating on clouds level soft.

No wonder they wore this all the time…

His body temperature spiked up as you nestled further into him, but you paid it no mind.

It was comforting, laying there, listening to the sounds of the movie in the background and Cross' slow breathing. You felt yourself beginning to drift off as you fully relaxed, darkness taking over your vision.

[yanaleese]

Karma's Biography - V1!

Are you sure you want to open the folder, dark_karma?

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DEAR MR. AND MRS. SANGRE,

THIS IS REPORT #53 REGARDING 'TARGET S-069', KARMA SANGRE. THE INFORMATION BELOW ARE AS FOLLOWS:

NAME: KARMA SANGRE GENDER: MALE HEIGHT: 7'2 / 220 cm AGE: 28 DATE OF BIRTH: DECEMBER 21ST NATIONALITY: SALVADORIAN PLACE OF BIRTH: EL SALVADOR, LA PAZ, CUIDAD ARCE CURRENT RESIDENCE: NORTH CAROLINA, WILMINGTON, KINGS GRANT SPECIES: VAMPIRE MAIN LANGUAGES: SPANISH, ENGLISH PAST AFFILIATIONS: S.D.E [SANGRE DE EVA] CURRENT AFFILIATIONS: NONE [ROUGE] PAST RELATIONSHIPS: THE SANGRE FAMILY, THE MEJÍA FAMILY CURRENT RELATIONSHIP:[Y/N][L/N] OCCUPATION: HACKER NORMAL WEAPONRY: DAGGERS PREFERRED WEAPON OF CHOICE: CHAINSAW

PERSONALITY: TARGET IS VIGILANT, RESERVED, AND MISCHEVIOUS. HE IS VERY SHARP IN PICKING UP CONVERSATIONS, AND HIGHLY EXPERIENCED IN LONG AND SHORT-RANGED COMBAT. HIS STRENGTH ALSO LIES NOT IN HIS BRAWN, BUT IN HIS INTELLIGENCE. HOWEVER, HIS WEAKNESS LIES IN COMMUNICATION, OR LACK OF IN TERMS OF TEAMWORK. HE IS MUCH MORE SUITABLE AND HENCE, MORE DANGEROUS AS A ONE ON ONE COMBATANT OVERALL. FOOD OF CHOICE: YUCA CON CHICHARRÓN COLOUR OF CHOICE: PRUSSIAN BLUE HOBBIES: PARKOUR, PHOTOGRAPHY, WEIGHTLIFTING, SWIMMING, MOTORCYCLING, SURVEILLING HIS PARTNER [L/N], PLAYING ONLINE AND TRADITIONAL GAMES SUCH AS JIGSAW PUZZLES, SUDOKU, SOLITAIRE, AND POKER.

CONCLUDING THOUGHTS: THE LIKELIHOOD OF THE TARGET RETURNING TO THE SANGRE FAMILY WILLINGLY IS QUITE LOW. SINCE THE MEJÍA AND SANGRE DISCOURSE, THERE HAS BEEN NO ACTIVE CONVERSATION BETWEEN HIM AND HIS FAMILY FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS.

BEST COURSE OF ACTION: IT IS BEST THAT WE WAIT FOR AN OPENING. THOUGH HE HAS REDUCED SECURITY, HE IS STILL ON THE LOOKOUT FOR OUR MEMBERS OF STAFF. CONTACT HONEY BADGER AND TELL HIM TO STAY DOWN UNTIL OUR UPDATED REPORT IN THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.

1/18/2024, SENT 4:15 AM - REPORT MADE BY HALSLEE BRACHETTE.

UPCOMING REPORT DATE: 2/1/2024.

- END OF REPORT -

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If you have any questions in regards to Karma and his lore, please send an ask to my inbox.

@eliijah-xo

[biteofcherry]

Okay midnight thots.

What if you married an old rich man because you had to pay your mother's medical bills and that was the only and quickest way. He's arrogant, not hot and the sex is😒 but he thrives in showing you off, because you're his trophy wife.

One day you go to a party and the CEO is there Steve Rogers and you catch his eyes. He trys to ask you out on a date but your sucky husbands appears and Steve is seething that such a pretty girl like you is married to that old hag.

He silently glares at your husband for the entirety of the party but a plan forms in his mind.

He intoxicates your husband to the point of oblivion and makes him bet you as in a game of poker and of course, your husband loose you to Steve. Your husband doesn't remember anything but Steve does and he comes to collect his prize next morning and you open the door in nothing but a towel wrapped around you.

Ahh, I'm pmsing and horny.

What if we raise the stakes and have your husband sober. Because Steve isn't just some CEO, hes very influential, very powerful and your husband is a greedy man who craves to have at least one ten of that power - hence having a trophy wife like you, going to such parties, spending money on things he can't really afford fully.

So when Steve Rogers, THE Steve Rogers, invites your husband and you to join him at the private poker table where only the biggest sharks or elites sit with him, of course your husband agrees. You simply hope he loses quick and you get to go home, after enjoying some free drinks.

Steve seemingly focuses solely on the game, but there are moments when you feel his gaze upon you. It flatters you, it tempts you, but whenever you look up at him his eyes are cast at his cards.

At first your husband manages fine, he starts to preen when the other players (few levels above him in any sense) politely chit chat with him about his business and so on. But then he starts losing. Right when the stakes start getting really high. You recognize the hard set in his jaw, knowing he's getting annoyed and close to that stupid, immature outburst of wanting something even if it kills him. He keeps betting and raising, and you're starting to get nervous, because you know that as wealthy as he is there are still limits to what he can offer at this table.

He loses big time. And now you're really worried too.

Your husband starts stuttering about assets he will move from his other account first thing next morning, making promises of deals he can offer to give Steve future profit. Steve glares at him very much unimpressed and uninterested in lame excuses.

"How about you?" His gaze now settles on you. "How much did the old prick pay for gaining you inclusively?"

Your husband tries to chime in, but Steve sends him one look that shuts him up.

Embarrassed now that it was brought to public, you swallow hard and say how much all the bills for your mother's treatment cost and her current place in a very nice care home.

"That's still less than what he owes me now. And you are far more worthy." Steve's eyes rake up and down your body then swiftly return to your husband.

"You will sign divorce papers first thing tomorrow morning and send off any of her personal belongings to the address my people will provide you." He declares. "Then I will consider your debt paid."

[spotsandsocks]

Date night

Date Night 2k G

I did not mean to write this I had a thought here and then was enabled (not that it takes much ) by the tags left by @singlethread and @canonicallyobserving911. I have tried to build in some of the speculation and ideas flying round here too.

Eddie goes on a date, post Poker night date and Marisol has some insights on him and Buck.

The plan had been simple enough: get Buck out of his flat, introduce him to people who would understand what he’d been through, the people who had helped Eddie get through what he’d been through too. If Buck didn’t want to share how he was feeling with him, maybe he’d talk to someone else. Eddie would be happy if he just started talking to someone, anyone, normally you can’t shut Buck up but for weeks he’s been so closed in. Apart from that brief glimpse in his kitchen where he hadn’t lied but hadn’t exactly told the truth either, Buck isn’t talking. Eddie misses the part of his friend that’s gone quiet  but more than that he’s worried about him. Hence the plan. 

The first inkling that he’d miscalculated had hit him when Buck had opened the door to him looking like that, like a film star from the old movies Eddie had watched with his abuela and abuelo.  He hadn’t expected Buck to scrub up quite so well, which was again stupid in retrospect, Buck is hotter than hell on his most casual days what had he been expecting when he said ‘Dress up for me, you need to look good. I’m taking you out somewhere fancy,’ Buck had fulfilled the brief and then some.

He’d even let some of his awe slip past his lips once his brain had come back online. He distinctly remembers staring and then saying ‘wow’ Buck had beamed and looked about an inch taller as he’d preened under the praise and attention. It had been a flash of the old Buck.

Eddie hasn’t had anywhere near the same reaction to his date tonight. Marisol looks nice, she’s technically very pretty; nice face, nice hair, nice dress, nice smile. Nice nice nice. 

He’s been there, he’s done nice, it didn’t end well. 

He knows he doesn’t want nice. He’s starting to think he wants something else. Someone else. 

Poker with Buck had felt, well it had felt a whole lot of things. Nice hadn’t been one of them. He’d felt alive sitting next to Buck, watching him win hand after hand. He’d felt proud that Buck had come with him, that people watching could see Buck smile at him with eyes brighter than they’d been for weeks. He’d felt hot and breathless watching Buck’s confidence grow, pull those chips towards him with his strong capable hands, fingers curling round them then playing with one chip, twirling it through his fingers. He’d been fascinated by the way they moved, surprisingly 

dexterous considering how big those hands were. 

He feels a little hot again now, this restaurant should probably get their air con checked. Marisol is saying something about her job he thinks, so he nods and smiles, takes a bite of whatever he’d ordered. 

He wonders what Buck’s doing for dinner tonight. He hopes he’s gone out to see Maddie or Bobby or someone rather than hiding at home.  At the poker game he’d felt hopeful  like maybe Buck was coming back to him a little bit.

At the poker game he’d been having fun.

Tonight sitting opposite this perfectly pleasant woman he feels bored. 

“Eddie?” 

He refocuses on his date who says quite kindly, 

“Why are you here?” The half twist of her smile is also kind and a little knowing. 

“What?” He frowns more confused than anything.

“Why are you here?” She repeats, “well physically at least, not sure I have your full attention.”

What does he say; because his aunt’s been nagging him to start dating again and “get on with his life”,  because it’s been more than a year since he had a date, because  he’s getting older and it’s what people expect from him, because  she fits the mold for who he should date, because  he still had her number from where they fixed up her house, because  it seemed like the best of his very limited options. 

Or maybe it’s because she doesn’t make his heart race and his palms sweat, because she has brown eyes not blue and because she’s safe and won’t break his heart. 

Or is it because Buck might have thought the poker night was a date because when he said goodnight to him there’d been a moment when Eddie had thought how soft his lips looked and how close they were and Buck had looked at him and he’d looked back and his heart had skipped a beat and then he’d said goodnight with his eyes fixed on his shoes and left.

There’s a lot of reasons why he’s here tonight and one reason why he shouldn’t be. 

The most honest thing he can say is sorry so he does. 

“I'm.. I’m  really sorry I shouldn’t have done this. I’m just not ready to date.” 

Eddie says the words with the memory of soft lights and large hands holding cards in his head. He says the words with the feel of soft velvet under his fingers and the scent of the whiskey on Buck’s breath as he’d lent in to whisper in his ear at the table. 

“Is it that guy?” She asks with another small smile, “the one you came round to mine with, Buck wasn’t it? Did you just break up or something, this a rebound date?”  

Eddie’s heart lurches “What? Why, why would you think that? Me and Buck we’re not, we’ve never… no… no.” 

Marisol sits back in her chair, “Oh! It’s a ‘I'm in love but I haven’t told him’ kinda thing then.” 

He hasn’t got an answer to that. Not that she was asking a question, it’s more of a statement.

Eddie shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“It’s fine Eddie. I understand, I was surprised you called, I kinda assumed you were with him then.”

“Why?”  His heart is in his throat waiting for her answer, if he’s that obvious a stranger thinks he has feelings for Buck then it’s more than likely Buck suspects, more than suspects after poker night. 

“Well the way he looked at you was a big clue.”

Wait what? The way Buck looks at him .

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[wackybuddiemewbs]

Random thoughts about 6x13 before we can move on with life again

OMG. That whole episode was chaotic perfection!!! I really love those "filler episodes" that are just wacky calls, mingled with some domestic firefam shenanigan, a lot of Buddie goodness, and some heartfelt drama. Like, girls (gn), we've been FED this whole episode.

Here a not at all ordered assembly of what was going through my mind, watching the episode:

Human Calculator Evan Buckley

I do hope Buck gets to keep his math skillz a while longer. And I'd really love to see it come in useful on a more serious call, too? But oh well, a fangirl can dream. Chimney asking if he did math "in his head???" was sending me. Just like Eddie's facial journeys during the math homework scene. Like, he's such a muppet.

On a more serious note, I wonder what they are going to do with that, moving forward. They laid on pretty heavy with the whole theme of figuring out the equation (hence answers in life), missing the assignment, and how Buck's skills may only be temporary. So it might be that he'll lose his way again (the same way his math skillz may leave again). We'll have to see. But it's... intriguing.

Babytrap and Sugarbaby

Like seriously. They stole this straight out of fanfic, I'm not even kidding. Eddie is babytrapping Buck so hard, only to start hustling together with him, and Buck happily handing over the money. Eddie Diaz, I'm in your walls.

Love to see Eddie being like: I will use your abilities, for evil. This guy (affectionate).

For real, though. What is the point of all that if not to give those two a nudge in the right direction (aka each other's muscly arms and taut tummies)? Eddie taking out Buck for poker dates... Them doing crime together... Them doing homework over at Buck's apartment... Buck being alone with Christopher to make cookies for school??? What is even happening??? And what's the point if not the BUDDIE AGENDA???

Also, Eddie Diaz, wear some sunglasses, your hearteyes are showing. Geez, wear some protection, you freak.

The Man with the Answers

Speaking of which, Buck's journey this season has now taken him to the stage where he feels like he is the one having the answers he's been seeking for so very long. He began this season, reading self-help books and asking e.g. Hen for the right answers. After his coma dream, Buck figured out some things about himself. He learned to appreciate his inherent value and could let go of the ghost of Daniel haunting him ever since that revelation.

Which is to say: They're moving the chess pieces in the right position, for the strategy to fully unfold. And I do believe it is the Buddie Agenda, I do.

I think a big hint was Eddie telling Christopher that the point of doing the homework himself instead of letting Buck run the calculations is that this is what's for Buck in store as well. Buck will only truly learn and get those life lessons he's so desperately seeking if he's the one to find the answers. He can't rely on self-help books or the opinions of others. He has to figure out that equation entirely on his own. He has to figure himself out.

Details that pointed me in a similar direction:

Buck telling Eddie why he didn't just get more gas: Because figuring it out was "more fun". AKA the getting to the destination is actually the goal. Buck is already where he needs/wants to be.

Eddie pointing out that those "superpowers" aren't permanent: Which may indicate that Buck will find himself struggling further down the road. Once he doesn't have the answers anymore (or rather, has them, but doesn't know how to act upon them).

Buck asking Eddie if he thinks Buck knew math all along (which is why it's actually no secret superpower via lightning ex machina): Because yes, Buck, you knew all along how to solve the equation, you're just running the wrong calculations right now. But I have faith in you that you will figure it out. Maybe just use a different measuring system!

Christopher pointing out that Buck may get more superpowers the stronger he gets: Which may be the big hint that Buck can have so much more than he currently has (more powers), the moment he understands that he already has these things (the family unit with Eddie and Christopher). He just has to claim his winnings.

I tend to believe the upshot is going to be that Buck has the answers, he just didn't put them together yet. It's like he has all the puzzle pieces, but he has to stick them together to see the grander picture (the secret ingredient). And my guess would be that it's going to be the resolution of the sperm donor storyline as well. He's looking right at the solution, and yes, it's Eddie and Christopher. And it has been all along.

The Sperm Donor Storyline(s)

Speaking of which YET AGAIN, I do find it interesting that we got this donor parallel (or antithesis) with Nathaniel and Denny vs. Buck and Kameron's and Connor's baby. Like, they now established that Nathaniel will get to play some role in Denny's life, because that is what Denny wants.

Which makes it hard for me to believe that the writers will choose the same route for Buck, also for the plain reason that they seemingly put Buck and Connor on different trajectories. Whereas Hen and Karen had an agreement with Nathaniel to keep his distance, Connor keeps sending sonograms and what not. He involves Buck actively in this whole "process" or "experience", which makes for an entirely different premise of how they are going to negotiate Buck's future role in Connor's life as well as that of Kameron and the child.

Which is something I honestly didn't see coming, I'll admit. I figured they'd take the route that him and Kameron would rather try to push Buck away (while he'd try to push into their lives). Because they chose someone as their donor who's not as much part of their social circle as Buck may have been, back when he and Connor were still roommates. The point being: I thought the storyline was going to be that Buck has to (painfully) accept Connor and Kameron having chosen him as the donor also because he'd be "easier to cut out of" their lives (and that of their child by extension). But that's not the route they are taking thus far.

But in the light of how they chose to have Nathaniel interact with Denny, I guess it makes sense. Because that'd be repetitive, in a way. Which isn't to say that Buck won't overstep and try to insert himself more into their lives than he should. I actually believe he will (it's been foreshadowed with the baby cozy and all). But Connor actively involving him thus far gives me a different vibe from what I'd previously estimated.

I'm interested to see whether they wish to explore how hard they make it on themselves, by Connor having Buck be that invested. Even though the reality is that Buck's always going to be donor not dad for that child. Like, I see great potential there. Just like I see potential character development for Connor, say, in a scenario where he feels like he's not the child's dad or so. And how he may come to struggle with that (or may even project that on Buck). There are many paths this could go.

But to turn this back to Buck here, the Nathaniel-Denny-storyline fits in so damn neatly. And I personally hope we get that kind of antithesis by the end of the season (because I'd find that very neat storytelling, is all). Namely, that Buck will do the opposite thing and extract himself from the child's life, having finally solved the equation that his family equals NOT Buck + baby but Buck + Eddie + Christopher. Because that is the stark contrast with Nathaniel. He doesn't have the family Buck already has. So that'd be the kind of bittersweet finale to that storyline I'd love to see, personally.

The Wilsons and Nathaniel

I still love to see the show standing true to exploring the different shapes family can take, now also by adding Nathaniel to the mix, portraying the tough reality that comes with this. It felt very real to me, how anxious Hen and Karen were that their son was slipping away from them.

I also liked to see Nathaniel owning up to his actions (albeit belatedly) and apologizing for his irresponsibility, without demonizing him. That guy feels very alone in this world, it'd seem, and to seek out that connection with Denny... It felt very human. So I loved to see them making it out to be just that, people making mistakes, but those mistakes being motivated by love.

And I LOVED to see Toni's growth as a character. Like, she's really trying to be there for her family, she serves as the messenger between Denny and his moms. And now she's seemingly also part of the rules Hen and Karen are setting for Nathaniel and Denny to safely interact. I love to see her safeguarding her family by opening up conversation and accepting people for who they are and how they feel. LOVE TO SEE IT. LOVE IT.

Also, loved how the Wilson family seemed to visually match, when they went to see Nathaniel at the hospital. Like, we saw a lot of yellows and blues, which signified to me that they were being there as a unit. Which tells me they're gonna be alright. Or as Toni said, they just need to figure out the right way.

Chimney's Journey to Healing

First of all, loved to see his interaction with Denny and with Hen. He's such a supportive uncle and friend (note: VERY different from what we see Buck and Christopher doing this whole episode, coz Buck ain't his uncle!!!). Like, I loved to see how he showed understanding for Denny and even let on about his own troubled feelings about his father. Even though that must still be heavy on his mind.

I do find it interesting that Chimney and the Buckley children seem to follow the same path: Which is not to forgive their parents, but to choose to let that anger/grief not control their lives anymore. Chimney has a family of his own and it's wonderful. So him coming to terms with his troubled relationship with his father in an effort to embrace the future he has as a family father is great for him. I do hope it pans out like that.

It also shows how the next generations (Chimney, Maddie, Buck) try not to repeat their parents' mistakes by holding on to e.g. grief but to choose to move on and embrace the future instead. Like, Chimney recognizes his father's humanity, well aware that this man's not changed one bit and did the terrible things he did and still does not see his son for what his son sees him (a fallible human being)... it highlights the long way Chimney's come and the great person he's become. And that's owed to the family he's found and his own strong character.

Like, I love to see that we get different versions of breaking vicious cycles.

With Eddie and Ramon, they seem to take a different route, in that Ramon seems to show genuine interest in reconnecting with Eddie, trying to find a better way for them to be father and son again.

With Toni and Hen, we see a similar thing. They reached a level of healing. Also, in that, Toni is stepping in and actively supporting her daughter and her family.

But then we still got those absentee parents who are seemingly never going to get past themselves. Which I feel is... very real in that way? You will have those people in your life. Some of them may even want to change, but they can't, past a certain point. And buying your son a new couch won't mend that relationship because you still haven't taken full accountability for what you've done in the past. Showing up to one family dinner (and being an absolute pest about it) is not going to mend things either. That's as much the reality of troubled family relationships as are the examples where there is a moving forward, together.

3 Minutes and 17 Seconds

That one's still sending me across the universe, right into a black hole. Like, they are nudging Eddie and Buck in a certain direction, but neither one is seemingly ready yet to solve the equation. Eddie knows down to the second how long he lived in a world where Buck was dead. And he feels the need to point that out, unprompted.

I honestly thought they'd have Captain Mehta point back to the shooting regarding the matter. But again, I guess timing is of the essence (maybe also signified by Buck's and Eddie's fancy watches). But after they were told that Eddie was welcome back without Buck as his human calculator, maybe we will see a second poker scene to get us there?

Like, there is something very purposeful about bringing the actor for Captain Mehta back after he left acting, really. You wouldn't do that if it didn't serve a purpose, right? And up until now, I haven't seen it. So maybe Eddie will play poker without Buck. And then Captain Mehta will say something about the shooting that either we as the audience don't know yet (e.g. Eddie lied to Buck about how little he remembers and he's only ever shared that in the poker family) or Eddie doesn't know (what Buck was like after he got shot, something that Captain Mehta witnessed first-hand).

Performance Anxiety Underway

Something that struck me was that Buck was, on the one hand, rather confident in his abilities that he started to hustle with Eddie. On the other hand, he seems very unsure about them (and what they may mean, or if they're meant to stay, or if they've been there all along). It gave me similar vibes to Buck being unsure if something's wrong with him, when the doctors did more and more tests, without telling him what may be wrong with him.

We got a hint in the previous episode that Buck still has a way ahead of him in dealing with his trauma. Right now, he is more caught up in those "new sensations", and doesn't know how to move on with his life. At the poker table, I also had a feeling that there were those moments when he wasn't just confused (as he often tends to be) or putting on a poker face. I felt like he feels out of place in a way, like he doesn't yet know what to do with his abilities/with his life, after this event. He is still doing lists to be sure he's back to reality (back to life), after all.

Deep-down, Buck is immensely insecure. And the moment he felt like something he used to be confident about (his abilities to sexually please his partners) may actually hit closer to home than just... you know, ego. They played it for laughs, having him call the women he's slept with. But they might actually turn this around to be something more serious (i.e. a symptom for something else).

Like, Buck is hellbent on pleasing other people, so potentially not being satisfactory in bed may just be the kind of performance anxiety we may see in the next episode. It ties in with Buck's previous fear that his donation isn't good enough, so he spends weeks being horny and hangry thanks to green smoothies.

If I remember correctly from some of the interviews, Buck has no intention to dip his toes back into the dating pool and will basically have the shutters on for now... Which makes it unlikely for me that he's gonna start sleeping around, to be sure that he's good at sex after all.

But if it wasn't just for laughs, I could see the theme of "having the answers already" coming back into play here. Though I'm not sure how. There's just something to that theme of Buck needing his body to be functional, and how it may give him serious anxiety, feeling like his body isn't doing what it's supposed to do (or rather, what he always believed his body was supposed to do).

On a side note: Buck telling Christopher that he likes to measure everything to feel like an actual chef hit a similar mark to me. Like, Buck is overthinking things, which may make him miss the assignment for now. Buck seemingly feels like he's only pretending at things right now (which may feed into his insecurities, really), or like he has to seize control (measuring things, calculating everything, doing those lists, and texting Bobby). Like. There is something there. I just can't wrap my wee head around it just yet.

So yeah, I can very well see Buck continuing to have performance anxiety. And I'd love to see more of that, in all of its awkward facets.

Healing Starts in the Kitchen

Kitchens continue to be the places to be for meaningful conversations for characters, and it seems to be back in full swing for Buck and Eddie. Last episode, Buck found himself finally relax when he was at Eddie's (and on Eddie's couch, hopefully soon just on Eddie). The conversation with Eddie in the kitchen definitely helped him in some ways, but the road ahead of him is still long.

It's an interesting choice that we continue to see Eddie, Buck, and Christopher being this domestic in the kitchen/at dinner tables. Like, we started out this season with Bobby's infamous lasagna and Boggle, and now we're here for math and popcorn and more math and cookies.

Others have already pointed this out, but Buck learns to express his care by cooking for his loved ones (contrast that with takeaway for his parents and waffles for Taylor at a point in their relationship where they were basically done for already). So having him repeatedly cook for/with Christopher and Eddie is just SUCH a big thing, I believe. We're shown that Buck's not just the uncle to come pick Christopher up when Eddie's car's broke. He is alone with Christopher, baking cookies for school with him. He is not just a donor, not just legal guardian (AKA the backup plan) here. And I do believe that part of Buck's journey is going to be to figure out that part of the equation.

We've already established in previous seasons that Buck's apartment is a safe space for Christopher, and it continues to be a second home for him. In the same way Eddie's house proves to be the same for Buck (as we were reminded last episode). Which has me think that part of the equation for Buck is to fully embrace that, or rather, see it for what it is, namely his path to happiness that's been there all along.

Honorable Mentions

Here's a list of things that was sending me:

Everyone of the firefam is a himbo, except for Athena and Karen. Which drives the point home that they're the only ones with the brain cell. Like honestly, Bobby and Chimney instantly jumping on detective work like that??? Buck calling his past sexual encounters??? They're all himbos, your honor!

Denny, take your damn shoes off when you are in bed, you little punk!!! Your moms raised you better than that!!!

Hen at the hospital being like "My husband? The heterosexual audacity!" was everything.

Buck continuing to creep people out with random knowledge now fueled by the power of math. We stan a himbo icon.

Eddie interrupting Buck thinking about women he's had sex with, like "I did not take you out to sexy poker night for you to use your brain for that right now, you traitor!"

I guess RIP to a favorite headcanon of mine that Buck's gonna blurt out at some point that he's screwed with plenty of guys in the past. Because he specifically started to think about the women he's slept with, though the guy was talking about partners (gn), I believe. If the writers wanted to keep that door open, I guess he would've said people or partners or whatever, too. But I shall keep it for fanfiction purposes forever and always. Because that scenario is always sending me places.

Chimney asking if Buck did math, in his head??? No, Chimney, he did it in yours, now get the hell out of here.

Buck calling the women he's had sex with... oh, those phone bills. Also: We stan a himbo icon yet again.

Buck and Eddie, doing crime, dressed in blue and red, looking damn fine. I'm here for every damn second of it.

Christopher's sass being back in full swing. We stan the one true icon.

So yeah, that's it. For now anyway. I guess I'll ramble a lot more. But I rest easy in the knowledge that Buck and Eddie marrying in Vegas just became a possibility.

Cheers!

[rosietherivendell]

Man it really feels like Buck and Eddie are having two different conversations in the cemetery scene. Buck admits to not being the same after the lightning strike and that Natalia sees him really sees him for who he is and Eddie is standing right there looking at him almost offended? Like I see you? How do you not see that? I saw that you weren't the same. I noticed. And he tries to reassure Buck and tells him he doesn't have to put on the brave face. And the conversation just devolves. What changed in you?? Felt like I got away with something. Feels like you cheated death. That has to mean something. Means you're one lucky guy. I don't think I'm going to get that lucky again. Maybe you don't have to lightning doesn't strike the same place twice. Which is why I have to make the most of every single moment! They're practically talking over each other here. And it feels like an argument? Like Eddie is fighting to get back control of the conversation because it sounds like Buck is moving in a direction that he can't follow. He thought they were on the same page. He thought they saw each other. He thought they were going to make the most of it TOGETHER hence the poker date. But Buck keeps moving forward and Eddie is still one foot in the grave because when he said "you haven't been the same since it happened how could you be?" he was also talking about HIMSELF

[buddies4life]

Okay so idk if anyone has already offered up this theory, but I’m thinking Buck believes he has some sort of Rain Man abilities after the lightning strike (counting cards quickly etc.) so he drags Eddie to a casino to test out this new found ability (that he doesn’t actually have) hence the poker date! Boom!

[childishgambinaax]

Delusional STALKER

Original EK fanfic 😅 - Erik trolls a delusional female that keeps harassing his girl on social media cause he doesn’t want her 😉…. Or at least that’s what he was gonna do originally.

This my first try Yall please take it easy on me.

Face claims

Bailey :

Delusional stalker (Mackenzie) :

Last but not least, yktv it’s mbj as Erik killmonger Stevens :

A/N: writing tips is definitely most appreciated cause I’m Ngl I do have trouble with like formatting dialogue properly if that makes sense

Bailey is literally about to reach her boiling point and beat a bitch ass, cause for months she’s been getting bothered by some chick that won’t let go of the fact that Erik does that want her ass. Originally Erik tried to keep Bailey from knowing but one day she came home and there was a picture of the young couple stapled to the door with her face scratched out.

It said “bitch I’m cuter, and he will realize it even if it takes a little force.”

“What the living fuck?” Bailey thought. With a swiftness she called Erik lowkey seething, she tried to keep her cool but it didn’t work and you’d think it was women’s intuition but Erik is a guy.

“Babygirl, what happened?” Erik asked confused.

“How do you even know something is wrong n’jadaka?”

“Baby, we have been dating for 6 months but we have been friends since we were kids, I know you so well that I could be your own worst enemy if I wanted to, also you don’t have a poker face.” He reminded.

“Alright good point.”

“And you were dry heaving into the receiver like you the hash-slinging slasher or some shit.”

Bailey was so tempted to hang up. “Okay bye sir.”

“Aye aye chill don’t do that, but forreal what’s wrong ma?”he asked.

“I just got home & our first date photo was staples to the door with my face scratched off, with some smart ass remark on it.”

“Did it happen to say something along the lines of ‘bitch I’m cuter’ or some shit?” He said trying to keep his voice from straining.

This caused Bailey to squint at her phone and hit FaceTime cause she was about to give Erik hell, she wanted answers now.

“Explain” she hissed when he answered.

“Well remember crazy Mackenzie from middle school? She got some life insurance money when her ma dukes died and decided it was time for a full body makeover.”

“Don’t tell me that’s her, she’s like 3 shades lighter then before?! What the hell?” Bailey exclaimed.

“It is ma, but about two weeks before we got together, remember when I went to rolling loud with steelo and Don? She pulled up too, told us it was her and started spilling all her business and shit (hence how he knew where she got the bread for all these enhancements) and after getting drunk as fuck they all messed around and had a threesome I decided to opt out of, besides all the plastic probably would’ve started a wild fire from dry friction and I’m good off that shit.”

“Okay…….. so what does that have to do with you?”

“THATS THE POINT! IT DON’T! She got all in her little ass feelings that I don’t wanna fuck her little weirdo ass, getting a botched bbl does not mean imma magically want you & I was not tryna mess up the progress I was making with you.” Erik deadpanned.

“Is that why we just went public with the relationship a month ago?”

“Yes baby, she was harassing my exes and my old hoes-

“Hoes?”

“Stop it you know I cut all of them off dammit, the point is the bitch can’t take rejection.” He snapped.

“I’m just kidding, but if this really is the same Mackenzie from middle school, then she ain’t shaking shit over here.”

“I don’t know, underestimating people is what most people downfall is.” Erik says.

Now Erik just wishes he handled it all those months ago when Bailey first brought it to his attention, cause aside from the constant social media harassment, things started getting really out of hand. Bailey’s tires have been slashed, the side profile camera at her job caught someone putting sugar in her tank. Erik ended up having to get her a whole new car after that, when they finally moved in together 8 months into the relationship not even a week after moving in “stank hoe” was burned into the lawn. What set Erik over the edge is someone (but we know who’s behind it) replaced Bailey’s lady Shelly shampoo with nair (yes Shellyann fraiser has her own haircare products) it’s unfortunate but he immediately pieced together what was going on when the product was rinsing out pink & his scalp started to burn.

Sis was so deep in her thoughts of trying not to result to violence till it was interrupted by her boyfriends yell in agitation. “Erik what the fuck is wrong with yo- …….oh……..oh shit.

“That’s it, I’m gonna kill this stupid bitch.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Breathe baby.” Bailey said approaching him with a towel. “Let’s make sure your hair is rinsed out properly & then go to steelo barbershop okay?”

He really didn’t say a word he just let out a strained breath and nodded.

After carefully washing Erik’s hair they both got dressed and she made steelo aware that they were coming but what he didn’t know is how bad a condition Eriks hair was in, to sum it up everything that wasn’t new growth was breaking off with little to no tension. The two walked in and steelo was pleased to see his best friends finally settle down.

“Ayeeee yoooo- uh wait fam what’s up with the look on your face ? And this the first time I’ve ever seen your locs looking like lil Wayne’s 7 dreads.” Steelo said confused.

“Mackenzie happened dude, she put it in my shampoo hoping I would use it, but Erik got to it first…”

“Yeah that boy looking mad as Fuck he definitely gonna kill that bitch.” He said, Mackenzie & steelo ended up busting out laughing cause for some reason the accuracy was hilarious but there was nothing funny about what he was gonna do when he got his hands on that women.

Steelo had two more customers waiting, that Erik ended up telling him to go head & handle first cause they assumed steelo was gonna stop and take care of Erik first. Well, that’s pretty much what was gonna happen but they started talking crazy and steelo was .5 seconds from kicking both they ass out with a spray on hairline. Bailey fell asleep for a bit till she felt a tap.

“Sleeping beauty, aye.” Erik says.

*Tap tap tap tap* *shakes lightly*

“Huh?”

“Hey beautiful, how you like the new look?” Erik asked ?

Erik was already a snack with the locs but with the waves he looked like a full course meal and Bailey was willing to take the cussing out that came with them fucking on steelo loveseat.

“Why you looking at me like that ma?” Erik said licking his lips.

Sis had a bold moment she didn’t respond, she just grabbed ‘lil Erik’ and it made his eyes widen in shock. Bailey is a silent freak, Erik literally had no idea what he was getting into until they were intimate with no one around, with all the women he’s been with no one seemed to be able to make him cum from head… until Bailey of course. His world has been turned upside down ever since, and quite frankly he doesn’t think he’d be able to settle for less then what she has to offer in & outside the bedroom. (Y’all didn’t think, that he doesn’t appreciate everything Bailey does for him right lol?)

“Wait wait wait hold that thought baby, I got to handle that bitch first.” And the smile he had made her stomach drop, it’s been about 2 years since killmonger popped out it’s like being able to flip it on and off mentally like metaphorical light switch connected to his mild yet rare form of ptsd.

“No…. No Erik we have enough evidence to build a solid cause with the police, you don’t even have to do this.”

“Man fuck 12, if she’s willing to do this who knows what she will try next? What if you were the one that used the shampoo? Baby your beautiful regardless but I want you cutting your hair to stay least be your choice. The fuck am I supposed to do wait till it’s rat poison?”

“Listen woe, don’t mean to hop in the convo but Bailey is right you don’t need all that right now you been doing so good & nobody likes 12 in this room but this is enough to put her ass away for some time you feel me?”

Erik stared at steelo, and shook his head. “Fam this bitch SHOULD’VE been eradicated the second she pulled that shit with stapling that picture to Bailey front door, I get it you guys just care bout my safety but I’m not arguing bout this, just watch Bailey for me till I get back.”

“I am not a child-

“It’s not about you being a child it’s about you not following me, I need you to trust me.” He said sternly.

“I do, it’s killmonger I don’t trust.”

Erik shut his eyes. “I can understand that, but me and him have one thing in common.”

“What’s that?”

“That we both love you to death.” He said before his eyes snapped back open noticeably darkened & she knew who she was looking at.

He took a step forward & pressed a kiss to her forehead before dappin steelo up and walking out the back door of the barbershop.

[whatsabriard]

Watch With Me: Hart to Hart 1x11

Episode Title: With This Gun I Thee Wed

Original Airdate: Dec 3, 1979

Why this One?: It has to do with the Harts going to the wedding of one of Jonathan's more serious ex-girlfriends. That in itself is enough. But also, there's a scene in a bathtub that is just *chef kiss*

Favorite Quote?: Jonathan, go to the bathroom. I don't have to go to the bathroom. Yes you do. I do?

This episode opens with the fabled poker game, with Jennifer winning the first hand, natch. (and the second but who's counting)

Jonathan receives an invite to his ex's wedding and he's immediately suspicious because she's marrying someone she hates.

Max tries to be a mensch and is all "They were just good friends" and Jennifer is like bro don't even.

Jonathan wants to white-knight this bitch right fucking now, but Jennifer is holding a royal flush (hearts, of course) so he decides to stay and let her clean Tommy Lasorda's clock.

On the jet to Monte Carlo, Jonathan tells Jennifer she can't win like that or she won't be invited back. She's all "that's what you think it's my house." and Jonathan grumps some more. She offers to make it up to him so they're def having sex 100%.

At the hotel, the concierge wants to give them the honeymoon suite and Jennifer is like "after 4 years do we still qualify" so for those of you paying attention to canon (not the writers of this show, obvs) they were married in 1975.

anyway, they run into Niki Stephanos (with her brother who is using a cane) in the lobby and she's all "so why are you here?" and Jonathan is confused because he got an invitation to her wedding? Oh this isn't sketch af at all.

Brother, not reading the room at all, tries to say that they weren't even invited but Niki cuts him off. Little brother Theo recently had a small accident, hence the cane.

Cut to this character watching them in the lobby. Lookit his little beret! He we Lenny/Lanny on the Humbug episode of the X-Files.

Once in the room Jennifer says it's interesting meeting the competition.

"She never even played in your league", Jonathan says because he's the best husband ever and absolutely gettin laid in the honeymoon suite.

Jennifer tells him "Don't go away, I'll be right back" and goes into the bathroom.

Which is the perfect time for her to find someone in the shower.

This guy is the one who invited them to the wedding. Until a month ago he was Niki's fiancee. He wants Jonathan to stop the wedding.

"I think Niki is in danger."

Niki is also one of the richest women in the world.

Champagne shows up from Alex, Niki's new fiancee. Then the man himself shows up.

This guy claims to have sent them the invitation. But it wasn't an invite so much as a telegram. So they know he's lying.

"Niki is not the same person you knew. She's more mature now." My bestie's ex-husband told me that the first time I met him. He's lucky I didn't run him over with my car and Alex is lucky Jonathan didn't rearrange his face.

Jonathan never liked Alex which is amazingly obvious in the entire exchange.

Out for a stroll Jonathan buys Jennifer a metric ton of flowers and they walk together flirting until they see Niki's true love being kidnapped in broad daylight.

"The princess is captive in the tower, what else can the knight in shining armor do?" Jonathan is going to go try to rescue Niki from the clutches of the Evil Prince Humperdink. I mean ALEX.

There's a whole section of this episode dedicated to Jonathan sneaking into Alex's house to find Niki, complete with guard dobermans. He literally climbs a trellis to her room.

Important date note: Jonathan was dating Niki in 1971 when they spent two weeks together dodging the papparazzi.

This actress who plays Niki also appears in a season 4 episode as well, as a different character.

Jonathan confronts Niki about Paul (love of her life) and she's like 'meh he was a diversion' and whatever.

but the guy with the scary dog has seen the broken trellis so his time is ticking away.

He is on the verge of getting it out of her, why she's marrying Alex, when the dog is at the door.

So Jonathan is alike "trust me" then he kisses the shit out of Niki and pretends he's there to woo her.

but alex is not an idiot and he sees through it. so the men send glares at each other and Jonathan leaves.

the creepy sketchy guy tells jonathan he has a phone call and then gets him into like the basement or something, leaving Jennifer behind.

meaning we get a fight scene in the kitchen set to Offenbach's Gallop infernal

peep these threads tho

Anyway, that brings us to this important scene.

Jennifer wants to leave because they're not wanted. She also wants Jonathan to move his foot. *sly wink*

jonathan is reading marie claire and wants to stay because he's just starting to have fun.

Jennifer says she'll take him home to their perfectly good kitchen and hit him with a chocolate mousse.

Jonathan prefers her strawberry tarts anyway. *badum tssss*

She's serious, theyre in danger here, she says as she throws a sponge at his head.

Anyway, they're gonna give Niki one more chance and if she doesn't tell them the truth pack their bags and kiss the bride goodbye.

Lightly, on the cheek.

Oh, and jonathan needs to move his foot again *wink*

At the cemetery of the grave of their parents, the Harts are there to interrogate.

Niki tells them to go to San Tropez and lay on the beach and make wonderous love. Jennifer tells her they didn't mean to meddle, but that marriage is such an important choice.

Then, going for the jugular, Jonathan plays the "I knew your dad and he loved you" card.

Niki lasts roughly 7 seconds before she spills everything.

Her brother Theo was in a drunk driving accident and he hit two women. One was killed. Alex covered it up, and if Niki doesn't marry him he'll reveal what Theo has done. She promised her dad that she would protect Theo.

Once they're married, Alex gets control of her parents' empire.

Jennifer, that cagey minx, has a plan.

Our girl is stacked in her purple turtleneck. But it bears the question - a turtle neck in the south of france?

Back at the ranch, Jonathan is on the phone with a shitty british accent that sounds more like Cary Grant and Jennifer mocks him viciously. A THING OF BEAUTY.

They meet with Theo and try to figure out what happened.

Jonathan realizes that at 3am on a country road, it was very unlikely there were women out walking.

The one who died was a tourist. The one who was crippled was a dancer.

I've never been to the south of france, but I can smell those trees and they're ALL over the cal state fullerton campus. lmao

they go to see the lady who survived the crash - she holds no grudges, amazingly.

they pretend to be competitors who want to destroy the Stephanos family if she will only tell the truth about the accident. Dancer lady declines, even when they flash the millions.

next stop is to investigate at the hospital re the accident. Jennifer pretends to be an insurance investigator and the doctor is very american, which is lucky.

She sees the picture of the dead lady and asks to take it. Amazingly there's no blood and as she was hit by a car, her hair isn't out of place not a bit. Curiouser and curiouser. The doctor who worked on her is at a seminar and the nurse doesn't work there anymore.

Sketchy Dude in a Beret pops up in their backseat.

They're locked in a wine cellar together.

They're not even bothered.

Paul is down there with them, and they confirm that the wheelchair lady is someone Alex visits on the regular.

So the next day, Jennifer calls for help because Jonathan hit his head. They trick him and dump wine barrels on him, as you do.

"I think the wine went to his head." oh jennifer.

Anyway, suddenly the Harts aren't interested in stopping the wedding, but are looking forward to going and seeing it. With a cardinal to officiate and everything!

they show up to the wedding with the wheelchair lady

jennifer's dress is kind of hideous. it's a sack. Do they hate us?

regardless, i love everything about this cap. It's like the most insane french farce. It has EVERYTHING.

anyway. the wedding goes off without a hitch. I KNOW, what????

but then, the Harts dump the wheelchair lady in the pool

and the cardinal, now falling down drunk, goes "did they schedule a baptism too?"

This lady is supposedly paralyzed and they're watching her drown...or are they?

Certainly not. She swims out just fine. "She's got a heck of a kick, doesn't she."

The drunk cardinal comes up and grabs Jennifer saying the women are fabulous...then he really does fall down.

Guess what? He's not a real cardinal. He's a hired actor.

they stopped the wedding. They're outrageous, both of them, and Niki loves them for it.

Alex is like "if you think you can get away with this..." and i'm like bro I think he just did? How are you going to stop him?

So Jonathan threatens the shit out of him. "If you do anything to Niki or Paul or Theo, you'll answer to me." Then he knocks him tf out.

"You have no idea how happy i am that you tried that."

Since the cardinal showed up, Niki and Paul can get hitched.

Jennifer loves happy endings, so she pinches Jonathan's ass.

the end.

Next up, I'm actually going to go back and cap my favorite moments of the eps I've skipped. Not a full recap, just pretty people looking pretty and sexy with maybe quotables. So stay tuned for that.

[hellsurvivr]

"Care to join me?" Cassian to Payne

*      ―    ﴾  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴  ﴿ // still accepting ( @mythosisms )

prompt : strip poker

    PAYNES EYES HAD ROLLED,     when she'd gotten the text from cassian. asking her to meet him. normally she'd have said no, given he was a business partner of deeks'. and yes whilst she tended to sleep with them, it was only once. she doesn't do return dates. which of course was something she'd said the last three times. but he was an exceptionally charming man, who seemed to know how to break her boundaries. and have her begging for more. not something she was known for doing, hence now trying to put the boundaries in place. she'd even asked for help but seeks. but he was a little too busy, attempting to woo astra. which was a whole other scenario. so she had to deal with cassian alone.   ( oh how she wished ignoring him worked!   )    flicking away the cigarette she was smoking, she walks straight into his estate, her high heels clicking along he floor, as the dress she was wearing, garners the attention of everyone around her. which was amusing,   given cassian had sent her it.    with the very strict orders, that she had to wear it as she turned up. not that she minded, as his men were getting some enjoyment, out of the view.

   ❛   hmm he's cute .....   ❜ she comments idly about his bodyguard. though if the darkening of cassian's eyes were anything to go by. she had a feeling the guy would not be in a job, come the morning. which was not something she was in the mood to think on. he sent her the dress. what did he expect.   (   sure she didn't wear a coat but there was no need!   )    she looks at him, finding herself far too curious at his proposition of playing strip poker. as sure she loved to gamble, and could play the game well. but he'd made sure she wasn't wearing many clothes. so it wasn't truly fair. but still, she was game for it. ❛   and if you win, then what ........ !   ❜   she already knew what she'd ask. if she won, that was for him to leave her alone. but she knew men like him, they played to win. so it was his terms she wanted. for she was to be the prize she guessed.

[themovieblogonline]

Top Casino Movies to Watch

Casino movies have been popular for decades and for a good reason. The emotional roller-coaster that the gamers on the big screen invoke is simply phenomenal. After all, the high stakes, the desperation, and the big wins that come with gambling are almost tailor-made to entertain huge crowds. Films that feature in casinos go for high-intensity games like poker, blackjack, roulette, craps, and baccarat to deliver an enjoyable experience. Sometimes, they even go as far as to include activities like sports betting and the lottery. On the side, they’ll show an array of slot machines with enthusiasts trying their hand with lady luck. If you want to learn to be a pro at these games, like movie stars, you can visit a local casino and get acquainted. But of course, not all of us live in the Sin City of Vegas or near a gaming establishment. The good thing is you can access online casinos anywhere and choose from thousands of games. Reviews like NJ online casino reviews will help point you in the right direction. Some movies use casino gaming as the backbone of their intense action and thrilling storylines. Others guide the viewer into exploring the psychological implications of placing high stakes. But do you know what all of them have in common? They’ll always keep you glued to your seat until they’re over. Having watched multiple casino movies, we’ve compiled a list of some of the best ones below. 1. Casino Royale (2006) At the top of our list is Casino Royale, a movie that follows the adventures of James Bond, played by Daniel Craig. After getting Intel that Le Chiffre(Mads Mikkelsen) wanted to use high stakes Poker to generate income for a terrorist organization, the MI6 enlisted Mr. Bond to beat him. To add to the thrill, the film’s central scene was set at Montenegro’s glamorous Casino Royale, hence its name. Not only does Bond showcase the intensity that comes with gambling, but he also manages to bring down the terrorist organization. That’s why Casino Royale remains among the most loved and watched movies in the Bond franchise, averaging an impressive eight stars on the popular movie review site IMDb. 2. The Gambler (2014) Loosely based on the 1974 James Caan movie, The Gambler stars Mark Wahlberg as Jim Bennett, a literature professor with a gambling addiction. Fans loved this movie because it portrays the everyday struggles that problem gamblers have. These include losing some of their possessions, as shown when Jim loses all his money and home in one night at a casino. Not only that, but it also encourages these people, as it shows how Mark’s character overcomes his addiction. All these are situations that many gamers have found themselves in, which is why people find it easy to relate to the movie and enjoy it. 3. Rounders (1998) Though a bit dated, Rounders is also a favourite for all casino movie fans. It sucks viewers into the underground gambling world through its main character, Mike McDermott (Matt Damon), a talented poker player trying to help a friend pay out his debts. In the inspiring drama, he faces Teddy ‘KGB’, a Russian gambling pro, in a scene full of table banter and real-life poker strategies. As a result, the films give insight into the risks, obsession, friendships, and loyalty involved in casino gaming. It also shows the effect of gambling partners on relationships, as Mike’s girlfriend tries to pressure him to quit gambling. All in all, the show encompasses some of the most relevant aspects of a gambler’s life, making it such a great watch. 4. Casino (1995) What makes this movie realistic is that it’s based on the actual events of crook Frank Rosenthal as it tries to explore the brutal side of the gambling world. Its main characters, Robert De Niro and Sharon Stone deliver a stunning performance in this tale of greed and deception. Casino takes place in Vegas and, as you might expect, unravels the relationship between dealers and bosses and shows some winning strategies. One such strategy used in this movie by De Niro is card counting. In one scene, the character observes the cards he is dealt and calculates when to bet high and when to stop gambling. This is a real-life strategy that some blackjack players use to beat the dealer. 5. The Card Counter (2021) Starring Oscar Isaac, The Card Counter explores how an ex-military interrogator struggles to overcome post-traumatic disorder through gambling. As you can expect, his haunting past significantly reduces his odds of winning, making it challenging to keep up with his gambling activities. Through all this, he keeps pushing his luck with the help of strategies such as card counting. Gamers will especially enjoy the movie’s realistic recreation of the World Series Poker tournament as Isaac attempts to win enough money to help a young man cover his debts. Eventually, The Card Counter becomes about more than just gambling, as it tells a story of regrets, hope, and the search for forgiveness. Keep Yourself Entertained with the Best Gambling Movies From the fun and glamorous experiences to the darker and deceptive ones, each movie above offers a unique perspective into the world of gambling. They give you insight into a gamer’s mindset, including the descent into obsession and the exhilarating card-counting techniques. All in all, they are must-watch gems, not only for gambling enthusiasts but for anyone who enjoys a powerful plot. Read the full article