#i only see you when i'm dreamin

[14thgalerie]

dreamin' of him

• pairing: theodore nott x reader

• now playing: a little death by the neighbourhood / fuck it i love you by lana del rey

• word count: 5.7k

• genre: fluff

— a part of this is inspired by this scenario i saw on tiktok, can't exactly remember it which vid it was. anyways enjoy this little random scenario that i'm pretty sure is horrible because i didn't bother to proofread it again.

You shot right up from your sleep, limbs tangled in the sheets that had been strewn about haphazardly. The room is still as dark as it had been when you fell asleep with only the faint light of the full moon serving as your guiding light.

You drop your head onto your hands that sit on your folded knees, pressing the heels of your palm into your eyes until you can only see white. Ignoring the pain only so that you can be rid of the images that keep flashing in your mind.

It was excruciating, it played like a broken VHS record on your parents’ television back home. Every millisecond, a frame of you in such a vulnerable embrace with–

No. Y/N, stop it.

You were grappling with your sanity, feeling yourself incredulous at how such an idea came to fruition in your mind. Several nights’ on the end of this senseless, out-of-the-world dream that popped out of nowhere. The both of you hardly spoke with one another, for Merlin’s sake.

Throwing your head back, giving up on forcing the images out of your thoughts. Your head was spinning. Slamming your temple against the solid, wooden headboard behind you until you hear a ring resonating through your ears.

How did you let yourself get into this? What happened that you are being haunted— if that’s what you would even call it — by these dreams?

It’s been days of sleepless nights and you are plain tired. He must have cursed you. There was no other reason for this, right? He could be annoying when he wanted to be.

With your back resting on the headboard, you see that your dorm mates haven’t gotten back yet. Still, you remain seated as you wonder where they are, staring at the open window to your right.

“You’re the only one that can do this to me, Y/N…”

You gasp and sit straight, slapping your forehead with your open palm, trying to chase the image away. Throwing a glance at your watch that sits on the bedside table, you see that it’s only an hour and a half before you are supposed to wake up.

Exhaling loudly, you shove the blankets away from your body, feeling a warmth creep up on you. Maybe a good, cold, and long shower will distract you for good.

Grabbing a change of clothes, you head straight for the bathroom in your dorm. Now’s one of the few times you are glad that the dorms at Hogwarts have their own showers. 

Looking at the small, worn mirror above the sink, you chuckle humorlessly at how disheveled your appearance is. Anyone who sees you right now might think that your dreams are last night’s reality.

Stepping under the painful cold water, your body unconsciously jolts at the shock. 

Thinking about it makes your heart race. It gives you jitters, too. The feeling wasn't much to your liking. It was distracting. Not to mention it made you feel so... vulnerable. A shiver ran up your spine. You paused for a breath to calm your heightened nerves.

This has to end soon. You couldn’t stand another night spent thinking of him, of all people.  

“I uh- I need to go.” You cough, clearing your throat, hands shaking slightly as you move to stand up. “I still have this essay for Potions.” 

“What- Hey wait, Y/N!” Harry reaches out, nearly missing your arms. 

“Why are you suddenly running off? It’s not due until next week?” Giving you a worried look. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, Harry. I feel extraordinarily perfect, I just- I wanna go back to my room right now.” You sigh, looking up at him. Your body remains tense under his tight grip. “So please let me go.”

Harry tries to not look disappointed, giving a quick glance back at your two other friends who watch you in silence. “Alright then, but if you need anything, you know where to find us.”

Giving him a small nod before pivoting in your heel, you walked straight to the Great Hall's large entryway. You ignored the way your skin burned with the intensity of the searing eyes that had locked onto you since its entry. 

“Why did you leave in such a hurry?” A cool voice asks from behind you. 

You freeze.

“Pardon?” You conjure up a reply, bluntly.

“Ok- what’s got your knickers in a twist?” 

“Nothing!” You reply defensively. Wanting nothing more than to be back within the confines of your dorm room.

“Alright, alright. I got it.” The cool, calm voice waves off an erratic rhythm to your heart. You continue to stare forward along the corridor, paying no mind as he circles around until there is a face attached to the voice. “I was just wondering why you skittered out of the Hall faster than when you were caught by Filch with the Weasley twins.”

Tilting your chin towards your chest, “What do you want, Nott?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, “I was just curious, that is all.”

You scoff at the mockery clear in his tone. “Seriously, what is it? Because if you’re only here to be an annoying twat, I have better places to be.” 

You purposely bump into his shoulder as you make your way past him. Not in the mood to play along with him right now. Not when that stupid smirk of his is reeling images that you have been tirelessly trying to be rid of. Images that are the cause of your cranky attitude in the mornings.

From the corner of your eyes, you see him cock his head slightly to the right. Another thing you hate. He becomes more incessantly annoying when you are visibly annoyed by him.

“Nott.” You warn.

“What?“ He asks, amusement clear in his tone. “Am I not allowed to walk the same grounds that you do now?”

“Walk elsewhere. I am quite sure that you know of other paths from here to wherever you are to go. With your many endeavors, it’ll be stupid if you didn’t.” You murmur the latter under your breath.

“What was that?” He catches up to you, walking leisurely with his long legs. “Didn’t quite hear that last part properly.”

Before you could reply, a shout from the courtyard called both of your attention. A redhead girl from Ravenclaw was waving in your direction. You turn to look at Theodore who has now turned his sight back to you.

“I think she’s waiting for you.” You swiftly walk towards your house tower, making haste before he follows you again.

Unbeknownst to you, his stare remains fixated on you until your figure disappears around the corner. Only then does he wave back at the girl and make a quick return to the Hall where he left his friends mid-conversation. 

 It wasn’t the last that you see of Theodore after, nor was it the last morning when you woke up groggy and irritated at the lack of sleep. It seems that since then, the both of you find yourselves orbiting each other much more often than before.

Not that you found it all disappointing. 

There were times that he was a good companion to have around— forget the hooded eyes that left you conscious every time. When he isn’t being an annoying twat, he knew how to hold a conversation with you; your lack of similarities is a good point as you were able to share things that the other didn’t know of.

But in truth, Theodore searched for you. In the boisterous chatters of students in the corridors, between the towering bookshelves of the library, through the window of the dimly lit Potions classroom where he has a clear view of Hagrid’s hut where you and your friends frequent.

He looks for you in all places, unable to help himself from an attempt to have a glimpse of you.

He did give his best efforts to tuck away his inexplainable attraction to you recently, and he wouldn’t dare admit that there is even a chance that he does. His denial was a fortress but cracks appeared within its walls with each time he talks to you.

“She’s at the Hospital Wing.” Blaise hesitatingly brings up. 

He almost jerks up from his comfortable position on the couch where he and Blaise are observers of their other friend’s drunken endeavors. But he manages to grab a hold of himself before the other notices.

“Why bother telling me?” His forced indifference is not as apathetic as he wished it to be. “I don’t care.”

“Oh shut up, Theo. I have never seen you so utterly fond of another girl like you do with her.” Blaise retracts back to what he was gonna say, “Anyways, I hear she will be a volunteer ahead of the Quidditch match this Sunday.”

He doesn’t reply, letting the words of his friend slip from one ear to another. You were interesting. He was unsure how, in the many years you’ve known one another, that you caught his eye now.

“She’s nice, not unlike some of her friends at Gryffindor.” Blaise continues with his taunting, eager to see a reaction from Theo. “Even managed to convince me to be her partner for Herbology.”

Theo makes a noise in a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “From the sound of how you speak of her, it’s like you’re the one that has caught butterflies.”

Blaise simply hums, nodding to himself. “Maybe.”

Not another word slips from him again. The silence of his relinquishment makes Theo’s heart skip a nervous beat. Blaise never gives up that easily.  

“Hello there.” A voice makes you look up from your book which you have been drowned in since hours ago. To your surprise, it was Blaise. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask. Curious why he had so suddenly appeared beside you while you were studying. You scour your brain, trying to remember if you had a project with him that ultimately passed by you.

“Go to Hogsmeade with me later.” Blaise blurts out while you gather your books that are scattered along the table. 

“Huh?” You look up at him with wide eyes. You give out a confused laugh. Maybe you didn’t understand him, right? “Did I hear you right? Hogsmeade? The two of us?”

“Well, don’t make it sound like it’s such an atrocious thing.” He makes a sound of mock offense; even making the choice to put a hand above his chest. To which you vehemently shake your head.

“Gosh no! It’s just-“ You trail off. “Why all of a sudden?”

“Nothing at all…” He shrugs, but that look on his face tells you entirely different. The mischievous expression that is ever so slightly slipping through. “Just wanted to hang out with a good friend of mine.”

You look at him with a confused frown, unsure of what he’s doing. “Since when were we good friends? Last I checked we only talked every now and then and it was really only just for projects.”

“Just come with me, will you?” 

“No.” You shake your head to further make your point. “Tell me why first and maybe I’ll consider.”

Blaise sighs, giving up. He had expected that you would not be giving in so easily to his request, after all, you weren’t really that close. But he still thought that it was worth the try, he is tired of Theo acting like he’s better than his emotions. He decides to tell you.

Well… somewhat.

“Alright, lady. I want to make a friend of mine jealous.” You hummed, listening intently. Wondering why he chose you to do it. “Also, because you’re the only person that I genuinely enjoy hanging with from other houses.”

“Will you tell me who’s the friend?” You ask.

“No.” He quickly replies, “But Y/N…I’ll treat you with anything you want at the Three Broomsticks or wherever else. Just please.” He draws out the please, adding hints or really a dump load of sweetness to it to charm you.

You think for a second more before finally giving him a nod. “Ok, but you’ll have to come with me to Honeydukes. Payback for doing whatever it is you’re planning.”

“You can have whatever you want. I’ll wait for you by the Fat Lady.” Blaise tells you before walking off with a huge grin on his face. 

“Y/N?”

And when you turned your head, a surprised Blaize looked at you with a smile, apparently he had just been in mid-conversation with a fellow Slytherin as he hung about the entrance.

He whistled as he wasted no time approaching you, waving a curt goodbye to his previous companion. 

“Remind me why you never wear clothes other than your uniform?” He asks, his eyes unabashedly trailing over you. Though not in a predatory way that leaves you uncomfortable.

“Because it’s a hassle having to think of an outfit when I could just put a uniform on and call it a day.”

He hums, nodding as he thought about it.

“Well you look good in your non-school clothes, you should wear them more often.” He suggests, although he quickly amends it. “Not that I’m saying you don’t look great normally, it’s just nice to see how you would personally choose the clothes you wear. It kind of reflects a lot of your personality more.”

The two of you make no rush as you travel to Hogsmeade along with the other students, chuckling at the eager third-years who are freely roaming around. Engaging in small talk all the way. 

“What’s got you in such a sour mood?” You rolled your eyes at Theo, who has done nothing but glare at Blaise who sits beside you with such harsh blinding venom. “If all you plan to do here is to murder Blaise in a million ways inside your mind, then please do it some other time.”

The man beside you couldn’t help the amused choke that escapes him as he sips his glass of Butterbeer.

Theo finally breaks his lone stare down and shifts his attention to you. “Since when did you two hang about by yourselves?”

“We always have-“ Blaise starts to explain but he is cut off by a kick to his shin that makes his knee jerk up and hit the table. 

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

His eyes remained fixated on you still, a medley of emotions behind them that you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. 

“Well, Y/N? I’m waiting for you here.” He impatiently asks. “Are you two on a date?”

“Theo, if you think that we are, then why did you even come here?” You roll your eyes at whatever antics that the both of them are trying. Not realising that you called him by his nickname, usually reserved for his close friends.

“Well-“ He stammered, unable to explain why exactly did he approach you all of a sudden. “Blaise doesn’t have that good of a reputation with girls and I wanted to make sure he’s not trying anything with you.”

Blaise clears his throat in an attempt to remind his friend that he is still sitting at the table, clearly within earshot of whatever slander he’s being put to.

“I can hardly think of a reason why you would if he does, but we were just having a conversation as friends, Theo.” You finally answer. “Is it that much of a surprise that I tolerate one of you?”

“He wants it to be him.” The man beside you mutters under his breath which you ignore, thinking it is only a jab.

Theo once again kicks Blaise under the table, making the latter swear under his breath.

While the two of them bicker like they are some man-child, you spot Hermione and the rest of your friends coming in through a tiny door and sitting at a table by the staircase. You scoot over until you are out of the seat, glad that you chose to sit at the open end of the table, without making a noise.

You make quick haste to transfer to your friends' table without garnering attention from the two Slytherin boys.

“Hide me.” You drop your heavy body on the seat beside Harry, trying your best to hunch over his relatively short upper body. 

The three instead laugh at your obvious demise, Ron not even trying to hide his amusement with such a burst of boisterous laughter. Unlike you, the three had noticed how Theodore Nott had been seen beside you much more often than necessary. At first, it was nothing that they really paid attention to, but when you told them of your otherwise eventful dreams…they began to have other thoughts.

It was clear that both of you were attracted to one another except for yourselves. And it’s been a hilarious sight to be an audience to but they are beginning to tire of your constant zoning off when the other is in your peripheral.

“What even is with you and Blaise coming to Hogsmeade together?” Ron asks. “I thought you liked Nott.”

You exhaled in exasperation, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like him.” Gritting your teeth and clenching your jaw at the blatant teasing. “I am seriously beginning to regret telling you about my dreams.”

You watch as Harry stands to grab drinks for the rest of you guys, trying to explain why you came here. Not forgetting to mention how Theo had suddenly the conversation you’ve been having with Blaise. 

You were shocked to find that the both of you actually shared a lot of the same interests in various aspects; books, music, values, name it all. So despite your previous disinclination to agree with his idea that you would get along well, you thoroughly enjoyed the short time that you spent alone. 

His genuine interest in the many muggle creations that you’ve mentioned has made you all giddy. Telling him of all and everything that he must try, making a mental note to give him some things that you have in your dorm.

On the other end, Blaise shared a few of his interests with you— though it was only very few, given that the wizarding world does not really pay much attention to those kinds of things, especially the purebloods. 

“So just because he bribed you with anything you want from Honeydukes, you agreed? Y/N!” Hermione exclaims, to which you only answer her with wide eyes. 

“What?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows at the bewildered expression on her face. 

“You’ve been to Hogwarts for how many years now and yet you have no idea what going to Hogsmeade with only one person insinuates?”

“Uh- What?”

“That you two are going on a date of course?” She practically scolds you. Maybe you shouldn’t laugh at Ron anymore when she becomes like this. It's no joke that it feels like you could be the stupidest person on the planet.

“We’re only friends, for Merlin’s sake! Well, we became friends today.” You roll your eyes. “It’s not my fault that is what might people think.”

Harry and Ron look at each other with more than amused grins on their faces.

“I think I finally know why Nott was practically making the snow melt under his feet earlier,” Ron remarks. To which you give him a confused look, unsure what he meant.

“What?”

“Well, before we came in here, we saw Nott almost stomp his way to here. I swear that I actually saw steam coming out of his ears.” Ron exaggeratingly shares, taking a sip out of his pint glass. “I thought he was about to burn this place down to ashes with how he looked so mad.”

That explains why he’s being more moody than usual.

“What’s that got to do with Blaise and I?” You finally ask the question that’s been brewing in you since he mentioned it.

But the only response you get is a look of disbelief from all three of them. Each one just about screaming “Are you being serious?” without saying anything.

“Are you truly that dense Y/N?” Harry asks, his hand reaching out to pat you on the shoulder.

You push him off, glaring at him. “No, but seriously what do you mean?”

“Even Harry and Ron, oblivious as they come, recognise that Nott has some kind of interest in you.” Hermione explains, “I don’t even know if he realised it himself but the two of you are oozing love hearts everywhere you go. It’s torture to see how you both ignore it.”

You're left dumbfounded, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the mere suggestion. Your thoughts racing as you consider Hermione's words. Theodore Nott, the mysterious and enigmatic Slytherin, having an interest in you? It was a revelation that sent your mind reeling, and you couldn't help but wonder if you had been completely oblivious to his feelings all along.

No. That’s just… wrong. This had to be another one of their pranks again. Ever since you confided in them of your dreams, they’ve been ceaselessly teasing you with Theo. Yeah, this must be it.

You chose to respond in a haughty tone, in an attempt to mask her flustered feelings. “Gosh, if this is what spurs in your minds when I tell you about my struggles at night, then I’d rather just keep them to myself from now on. Find something else to speculate about.” 

Unbeknownst to you, while you were so flustered trying to deny anything and everything they say of you and Theo, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had mentally orchestrated a plan. Harry subtly made a signal to the other two to play along as he saw Theo stand up from his heated conversation with Blaise to approach you four.

With sly smiles quickly masked, they leaned in closer to you and feigned curiosity. 

“Alright then,” Ron begins, “But I heard from Hermione that you had another dream last night. Is it as juicy as last time?” 

Harry chimed in, his eyebrows raised suggestively. “Yes, please spill the details. We’re all ears.”

Caught off guard by their sudden and out-of-place interest.  “I said that I’m never telling you of anything again. And it's not juicy! Please don't ever use that word ever again.” You never wanted to divulge anything related to your rather steamy dreams again to your friends. 

“This is the last time, we promise! And we promise to not annoy you any more with Nott.” Hermione exclaims though you reach out to slap her on her arm at how loudly she said it. Looking around the bustling crowd to see if anyone heard it, confused when you see Blaise sitting with somebody else now, probably some friends from Slytherin, Theo nowhere in sight.

Little did she know that Theo had indeed overheard their conversation and as he was slowly nearing their table, curiosity piqued as he heard his name. He slowed in his steps, waiting to hear more.

Your face turned an even deeper shade of crimson as you think back to last night, a bit different— a whole lot different. The dream had left you truly confused because it was nothing like the otherwise steamy ones you had. It was unsettlingly normal, and it has left you with a sense of unease that left you unable to sleep properly, terrified at what this means.

 You cleared your throat, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Well, it was just a, you know, like the ones I told you. Nothing too different. I still hate it."

Hermione's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, feigning innocence. "From the look on your face, it seems to be different. Tell us about it, pretty please."

You hesitated but then began to describe the dream in the most vague and unassuming way possible, but you knew no matter what you said, they would use this to tease you endlessly. "Alright, alright. So, in the dream, I was in the Black Lake, and there was a gentle, warm breeze. I was walking with someone, and it was peaceful. It was like…everything is normal. No war, no problems, no animosity, just us walking like any normal person.”

Harry and Ron exchanged knowing glances, while Hermione continued to prod gently. "And who were you walking with, Y/N?"

Your gaze darted around the table, avoiding eye contact. Not seeing how their eyes slightly shifted behind you. "Well, it was just someone... you know, a dream version of someone I know. Like you don’t know already."

Hermione shook her head, “Yeah but this is different, so it must be somebody else right?”

“Hermione…It’s Theo, who else.” 

"Y/N…" You hear a voice behind you call out in a low tone, with a thread of voice. 

Your eyes widen, filled to the brim with alertness and humiliation. Your mother was right, one day this mouth will get you in trouble— not that it hasn’t been proven countless times before— but now nothing made you want to become more one with the ground than this moment.

You swallow hard and turn around, instantly the mortification in your features becomes tenfold. There it is— the stupid, bloody smirk that is always present on his stupid, pretty face when he has caught you red-handed. 

“Don’t.” You warn.

He leans his entire weight back on the wooden post behind him, staring down at you with a look of satisfaction, unapologetically reveling in your obvious embarrassment.

“Oh, but I must.” He drawls, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Your frustration surges as you fold your arms, attempting to salvage a shred of dignity in this awkward moment. You give him a glare before turning back front facing to the table.

“You are truly insufferable, you know that?”

Without even being able to see it, you already know that his grin widens at your reply. “Guilty, I’m afraid.”

Theo pushed himself off the wooden post and sauntered closer to where you were sitting, making your heart stutter. The playful glint in his eyes brings forth an image that you would rather not see right now.

"But what's the fun in letting you off the hook so easily? It’s not every day that I find out somebody has been kept awake all night because of me."

You could only continue to cast a withering look at him as you shook your head. "You just love tormenting me, don't you?"

He sits down on the seat next to you, ignoring the other occupants who have reserved to remain quiet. Truly enjoying the show that you, unfortunately, are the star of. He inches closer to you until you can almost feel your eyelashes flutter at his breath.

“Only because I quite enjoy how flustered you can be.” He admits softly, and in that moment the playful teasing in his voice gives way to something else.

A different kind of tension. 

Not one that you would like to be a part of.

“Well, that would be the last of it.” 

Theo and your friends are left bewildered when you suddenly stand and disappear among the group of rowdy students.

His eyebrows furrow and his gleaming expression turns into one of confusion and a hint of hurt and disappointment. “What just happened?”

When he finally turns to look at your friends, all they do is share uneasy glances with each other. They were unsure of how to respond to Theo’s question when they could hardly comprehend what had only occurred.

Hermione opens her mouth to say something but closes it once more when the words in her mind are a jumble.

“Astronomy Tower.” He hears someone say. His cerulean blue eyes that somehow turned grey shifted to the bespectacled boy sitting a chair away from him. “Go.” 

“Why did you run off?” You ignore the voice that shatters the silence. The bristles of the wind brush against your clothes. Your head thrumming as the sound of your shoes clicking against the concrete permeates into the air. 

He calls you by your name with a gentleness that sends tingles down your spine. But yet again, you ignore him. Choosing to stare intently at the rust that forms by the railing in front of you, the complex chemical reaction is seemingly more interesting to you now. 

“Y/N please…I don't know what’s going on your mind right now but we need to talk.” He moves to stand next to you, placing his arms on the barrier. “I will say it, no matter if you want to listen or not. We clearly have feelings for each other.”

You want to say that you are surprised that he is being so straightforward right now, but it’s evident that someone had to stop whatever dance the both of you had been playing at for the past month already. 

 “And that’s confirmed by what I heard earlier.” He chuckles in an attempt to lighten up the mood. “Gods, I hate you so much.”

“Your dreams say otherwise.” He continues with his teasing.

“Stop it. As if you’re any better with how you acted with Blaise earlier.” You hit him back. “Blaise is an annoying ass who meddles in my business way more often than necessary. But I guess he did one thing right.”

“What?” You ask, turning your body to lean on the railing, facing him.

“He kept bothering me about you, and I guess he got tired and decided to make a move leading us to this moment.” 

“He can be pretty persuasive when he wants to be." You agree. Silence befalling after.

“Gods, I don’t know what happened but it’s you.” He breathes heavily.  

A laugh escapes your chest, “If somebody came to us two months ago and told us that we’d be acting like this, I would think they’re mental.”

Theo grins at you, making you giggle to see the little fang on the corner of his mouth. He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, making a move to press his forehead to yours as he nears.

The vivid, flashing images of Theo from your dreams doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing. The skin under his touch tingled and it made you itch to reach out with your fingertips, feeling as if you would crumble beneath his hands.

You pull away to stare up at him. The cold that typically veils over his eyes are gone as they reciprocate your stare with an even warmer touch. Every nerve ends in you lighting up with a golden electricity.

Theo opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it once more, and then shut it, apparently struggling to remember how to talk.

So, he decided that actions seem to be your thing anyways, as the two of you are quite horrible at talking.

Carefully, almost as if he’s never done it before, Theo leans forward and presses his lips against yours so gently. All you can think about is him even as you respond to his kiss, melting against the touch. 

He pressed himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing the gods to let you be one. Hell, he wanted to climb into your ribcage and possibly live out the rest of his days inside your heart.

You gasp as his hands creep under your shirt and trail along your lower back, though he doesn’t wander. He takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring eagerly.

You tilt forward, answering his devotion with an equal eagerness. In your distraction, your hands slide from their hold on his shirt and travel until your fingertips meet behind his nape.

This goes for a while before a sudden splash from the waters below you makes you jump apart, though still very much physically attached. His arms were still tightly wound around your waist.

“I think that’s a sign we should stop for now.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

Laughter met in the air between you—sweet, short, intertwined. Although you would like to have another one of your dreams to come true, you want to take it slow. The idea that he thought of you as you did to him has still not truly sunk into your mind.

Even now as he leans his face slightly towards yours again and begins to leave soft, tender kisses all over your cheek, making butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Gods, I just realised something.” You laugh all of a sudden, making him stand up straight to look at you curiously. “What is it?”

“I just made Ron win a bet for the first time since we all became friends.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he was the first person to tease me about these stupid dreams–”

“Excuse me, I rather think it’s not.” He interrupts playfully raising an eyebrow. “Shush.”

“Anyways,” You continue, “Harry and Hermione initially thought it was nothing and that it probably would stop after a while— obviously not. So Ron set a bet that I’ll end up having feelings for you or we’ll end up together.”

He chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m still surprised they didn’t hate the idea. With us being in literal houses that hate each other.”  

“They’re only annoyed at some of you, honestly. The ones that perpetuate the ‘Slytherin’ motto too much.” 

"Plus," he continued, the joking tone in his voice fading a bit, "even if they did have complaints, I would have ignored every single one and still pursued you."

“As if! You stormed to Hogsmeade just to interrupt our ‘date’ and you wouldn’t even admit it. If it weren’t for what our friends did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“Let me pretend, for goodness’ sake woman!”

His playful exasperation brought a genuine smile to your face, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade as you got lost in the playful banter you're used to with him.

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Dreamin' About It 2

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summary: Matt and you never got along. He always teased you about everything you did, so much so you decide to you wanted to lose your virginity just so he would shut about it. The only issues was you didn't know who to lose it to and that you were scared out of your mind to do it

warning: smutttt, cursing

hehe heres part 2

merry christmas eve i love all of you

xoxo autumn

That's when the door ripped open. Evan stopped kissing me and we both turned our heads and he was ripped off of me.

"Okay get off her"

I sat up pulled down my skirt seeing Matt gripping Evan's shirt. "Matt" I said with wide eyes. Matt let him go roughly. "Dude what the fuck?" Evan yelled at him. Matt glared at him.

"She's drunk" He said motioning to me. I just watched them. Evan walked up to him. "Stop making it into something it's not. We were just fine" Evan glared at him. Matt looked over at me, while looked at him with a nervous expression.

Matt looked back at him, pushing his chest. "Get out" He said walking up to him. Evan glared over at him. "Should have known you wouldn't do anything" he shook his head at me. I felt his words in my chest as he turned and left slamming the door, his words ringing through my head.

I swallowed looking up at Matt. I glared standing up off the bed. "Matt what the fuck?" I yelled at him. He shook his head. "You knew it was a bad idea. You should be thanking me" He said stepping up to me.

"Thanking you? Matt you just embarrassed this shit out of me!" I said shaking my head at him. He clenched his jaw staring down at me. "You're drunk and we're leaving let's go" He mumbled walking past me. I grabbed his arm.

"No!" I yelled. "Why are you such a dick to me? Do you just want to hang the virgin card over my head for the rest of my life?" I asked shaking my head. He let out a breath.

"I wasn't letting you sleep with him of all people, if you want to talk about bodies--" He said shaking his head. I pushed him. "You're not my boyfriend Matt. I can sleep with whoever I want to and you don't get a say" I shook my head. He nodded.

"Sorry, You wanted to sleep with him? He made you feel comfortable? Upstairs at a fucking party is where you wanted to lose your v-card?" He asked shaking his head motioning towards the door.

I clenched my jaw. "It wasn't your decison to make" I said with a clench jaw. He scoffed. "The guy's ego's so big he probably doesn't even know how to use his dick" He spat. I shook my head.

"And you know how to use yours?" I spat. "Yeah. I do" He said towering over me. I just blinked at him as he looked down at me. He let out a breath looking away.

I grabbed his arm pulling him towards me before pressing my lips to his. He kissed me back instantly. I let out a breath almost of built up frustration as we kissed. Not roughly, just kissing. Slowly.

He pressed his hand against my face leaning down as our lips moved together. He pulled back looking at me.

"I'm not having sex with you, not while you're drunk" He said shaking his head, making me sigh closing my eyes. "Okay" I nodded. He sighed wrapping his arms around my back before pressing his lips to mine again briefly.

"If you want it to be me. I wanna be. But not like this" He stated an inch from my face. I nodded looking at him. He stepped back removing his arms.

"I'll take you home, come on" He said grabbing my hand and walking me out of the room.

-

The next few days I avoided him. I was terryfied. I knew he wasn't drunk, so I knew he meant it. But being in the same friend group, I knew I couldn't avoid him forever.

"Soda for the virgin" Chris said handing me a Pepsi. I sighed and saw Matt hit his chest shaking his head. "What?" Chris mumbled looking at Matt. Matt glanced down at me and i caught his eye for a moment and then looked down at the drink in my hand.

"So maybe Evan wasn't the right guy, who cares" Madi said pushing my shoulder. I shook my head. "There are other guys" Madi said looking at me. I shook my head.

"No, I'm done. Forget I ever said anything I don't wanna talk about it anymore" I said looking at her. She nodded and looked away. "At least the party was good for someone" Madi said motioning to Nick.

Nick rolled his eyes glaring at Chris. "For about five minutes until Chris came in all 'why are you with your ex?'" Nick glared at Chris. Making us all start to laugh.

"I think your exact words were 'If i start talking to my ex please pull me away'" Chris said tilting his head at Nick, who just shook his head. I let out a breath and leaned against the couch. I couldn't help but look over at Matt, who turned to look at me the same time.

We just looked at each other for a second.

"So birthday on Saturday" I felt Chris push my leg making me break my gaze and look up at him. I nodded looking down. "Do you know what you're doing yet?" He asked raisng his eyebrows. I shook my head.

"I don't know I think birthday's are kind of stupid, i was just born nothing crazy happened" I smiled up at him, making him rolling his eyes. "Come on" He shook his head. I shrugged.

"I'll just hang out with you guys that all I really want" I smiled at them. They nodded. "I think we can make that happen" Madi said nodding.

-

"Happy birthday"

I looked up and hugged Nick, who handed me a gift. "It's from all of us" He said talking about the triplets. I smiled taking the gift out of his hand. "Thank you guys" I said looking between the three of them. They all smiled and Matt looked away from me.

A part of me wishes I never kissed him. It's been weird ever since. We barely look at each other and if we do I feel like i'm doing something wrong. There's no more rude or snarky remarks from him, which I weridly miss. And worse of all I can't help but think of him when I'm alone trying to go to sleep. His words ringing in my head.

"If you want it to be me. I wanna be. But not like this"

"Everyone's outside" I said looking up at them and motioning towards the backdoor. They nodded and Nick and Chris walked toward the backdoor as I walked over to the table placing their gift with the rest of them.

I glanced up after hearing the door slide closed but saw Matt still standing there with his hands in his pockets as he looked at me. I looked down at the table.

"Hey what's up?" I mumbled feeling my face go red as I examined the box. He let out a breath and walked up to me. He cleared his throat as he peered down at me.

"I just wanted to talk to you for a second" He stated softly. My heart started to beat. We've avoided this conversation for almost two weeks, I knew it was bound to happen, but I still didn't want to have it.

I swallowed looking up at him. He just stared at me. "Yeah" I sighed looking at him. He looked down before reaching into his pocket before pulling out a small box with a bow. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked down at the box.

"That one is from all three of us, but I got you this" He said motioning to the box already on the table. I glanced to the box already placed and the one in his hands. "Matt you didn't have to-" I started to say.

"I know I haven't been the best friend to you" He sighed looking at me. "And I'm sorry" He said softly. I bit my lip as I took the box out of his hand and pulled the bow untied.

I opened the small box and saw a small gold bracelet, making my face soften. I looked up at him. "Matt" I breathed taking it out of the box. It was a dantey small bracelet with a music note on it.

"I know how much you love music and stuff and I was shopping and I saw it and thought of you. It's nothing big" He shook his head. I shook my head smiling. "It's perfect" I breathed, making him smile.

"Matt, why did you get this for me?" I whispered looking up at him. He just looked down at me, letting out a breath. "I guess as an apology" He said looking at me.

"For giving you such a hard time all the time" He explained making me look down. I shook my head. "It's okay Matt" I said. He let out a breath.

"I guess I just haven't stopped thinking about how you were willing to sleep with Evan Reel, just so that I would stop messing with you" He said making my eyes go wide.

"It wasn't just you" I said. He nodded. "Yes it was. I feel like shit thinking about it" He sighed. I pursed my lips as I looked at him.

"I guess I'm sorry too" I sighed looking at him. He furrowed his eyebrows. "For what?" He whispered. "For kissing you, I probably shouldn't have done that" I said shaking my head. He just looked at me.

"I didn't mind" He said smiling slightly. I smiled and shook my head. "It was--" He said looking at the backdoor. "A good kiss" He said glancing back over at me. I nodded.

"I won't mention the whole virginty thing again, and I'll make sure no one else does either. I'm sorry that you felt pressured, that's not how it's suppose to be. It's suppose to be with someone you actually like and trust" He said shaking his head. I nodded slowly.

"Yeah, thanks" I breathed. He nodded.

"If you want it to be me. I wanna be. But not like this"

"Thanks for the bracelet" I said holding it up. He nodded. "Happy birthday" He nodded. I set it down before picking up the bracelet and attempting to put it on.

"Here let me help you" He said stepping towards me and holding my wrist as he snapped it into place. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, his hand still on mine.

"Did you mean what you said?" I whispered quietly. He just stared down at me. I licked my lips as he scanned my face. He nodded slowly. I opened my mouth to speak, but the backdoor opened.

"Y/n! Where are you? We are waiting" I heard Madi's voice. Matt dropped my wrist and we both looked over at her. I let out a breath nodding.

-

The rest of the night I couldn't stop thinking about what Matt said. He did mean it. It was all I could think about, all that was running through my mind.

"Are you not drinking?" Madi asked looking at the soda in my hand. I looked up at her and my eyes went wide. "No, I feel sick" I stated shaking my head. I glanced over to Matt who looked at me and bit back a smile. Fuck, could I make it more obvious?

I felt my face go red and hope to god I didn't make myself too obvious of what I wanted but by the look on Matt's face, he already knew.

Everyone seemed to be having a good time and by the time the sun went down, everyone was already drunk. Except for me and Matt. If everyone was sober, they would notice that we couldn't keep our eyes off of each other, but they were too wasted to tell.

I however was painfully aware of how he was looking at me.

Everyone was lost in their own conversation when we moved into the house because the Boston cold is not for the faint of heart. I moved over sitting on the couch as Chris chugged a beer in the kitchen and Madi and Nick laughed at him.

Matt walked in sliding the door closed before looking over at me by myself on the couch. He glanced over them before shaking his head and walking over to me. I took in a breath as he sat next to me.

"So you're not drinking" He stated glancing at me. I sighed and shook my head. "I'm not" I said looking at him. He licked his lips and looked at me. "Can I admit something to you?" He asked softly. I nodded as I looked at him.

"I hated the way it felt when I saw someone else on top of you" He said looking at me. I didn't say anything I just looked at him. "I don't know. I guess it was selfish for me to barge in, but--" He shook his head.

"I don't know I guess I don't understand how I feel about you, I just know I don't want to see you with another guy" He admitted looking at me. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Can I admit something to you?" I whispered, he looked back at me waiting for me to speak. I felt my face turn red. Was I really about to say this?

"I had a dream about you" I said glancing over at him. He furrowed his eyebrows and smiled. "Yeah?" He whispered. I nodded. "What was it about?" He asked as he looked at me. I just stared at him, unable to speak.

He licked his lips and turned away, smirking slightly.

"Are you tired?" He asked suddenly looking over at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head. He stood up from the couch. I just watched him. "Y/n's tired. I'm gonna walk her up to her bed" He announced to the room. My eyes went wide as I looked at him.

Their attention turned to Matt. Madi's eyes glanced over to me and I just looked at her. "Okay, we will be outside" Madi said back grabbing Chris and Nick's arm and dragging them back towards the door. "Ow, It's cold out there" Chris whined as she pushed them out the door.

Matt looked back at me and I stood up.

"Are we gonna talk about this?" He asked looking at me. I shrugged. "I don't know" I admitted. He swallowed. "I want it to be you" I whispered. He stepped towards me. "Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded.

"Are you still with Jessica?" I asked. He let out a breath. "I told her it was over after I kissed you" He admitted, making me smile. "If you don't want to make this into anything more than it is that's fine" He shook his head.

"It can be purely transactional" He said stepping towards me. "Okay" I breathed. "Okay?" He asked. I nodded. "I trust you" I said. He smiled and nodded. He glanced towards the stairs then back to me.

Within three minutes we were up in my room, his lips pressed to mine. If you would have told me this would be happening a week ago, I would have never believed you.

I pulled back. "Have you ever been with a virgin before?" I asked looking at him. He shook his head. "Okay" I breathed out, anxiety filling my chest worried I was going to disappoint him with my lack of experience.

"If you want to stop at any point, I'll stop and I won't mention it and we don't have to talk about it. I don't want you to feel like you can't change your mind, no matter how far we are okay?" He said looking down at me. I let out a breath nodding.

I already felt way more comforable than when whatever was happening when I was with Evan. I swallowed.

"I-I'm not like other girls that you've been with so if i do anything wrong, I want you to tell me because I have no idea what i'm doing" I whispered back. He smiled and looked down at me.

"That's a good thing y/n" He said looking down at me. "I wanna make you feel good too, I just--" I started to say. "You'll do fine. Just trust your instincts" He said shaking his head smiling.

"I don't have instincts" I said making him chuckle. He nodded. "Just follow my lead okay?" he said as he pressed his lips against mine. I melted into the kiss as he wrapped his hands around me, pulling our bodies together before pushing me back against the bed.

He stood in front of me and ripped his shirt off throwing in on the floor. I smiled up at him as he crawled over me grippng my chin in his hand as he kissed me, slipping his tonuge into my mouth.

I trailed my hands down his back, slightly scratching my nails against his back. He whined against my lips, surpising me making me smile. His hands stayed by my head while one slightly grazed my side.

"Matt you're not gonna break me, touch me like you mean it" I said pulling apart and looking at him breathing heavy. "Are you sure?" He breathed looking at me. "Show me what the hype’s about" I smiled up at him. He licked his lips smiling.

"I'll tell you if it makes me uncomforable, just do whatever you want" I spoke. His eyes glistened. "Don't tell me that" He shook his head. I smiled and moved my hands in his hair.

"Do whatever you want to me Matt" I whispered again looking at me. He smiled before pushing my shirt completely up exposing my bra in front of him. He attached his lips to my neck and pushed his hands over my chest squeezing my breasts. I breathed in from the unfamiliar touch.

I arched against his touch. "Sit up" he said against my neck. I sat up and in one swift motion he pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra with one hand, ripping it off of me. I breathed in from the coldness of the air hitting my bare chest.

He sat up looking down at me. I just looked at him as his eyes scanned my body. Oh god. Oh god. A boy is staring at me and I am naked. No one has ever seen me naked in a sexual way before. I didn't know if i had good boobs. I didn't know if I looked hot. I had no idea what I looked like compared to every other girl he's been with.

"God, they're perfect" He whispered looking down scanning my body before kissing down my chest and pinching my nipple in between his fingers, making me moan even catching myself by surprise.

"They're okay?" I mumbled from above him. He leaned up pressing his lips against mine biting harshly on my bottom lip, slipping his tounge into my mouth, fully pressing his hands over my bare self.

"You have the prettiest tits i've ever seen" He mumbled against my lips making me smile. "Thanks I guess" I swallowed looking at him. He smiled.

"You should wear more revealing clothing. It'd drive me crazy because I know i'm the only one who knows what's underneath" He said before leaning up and unbuttoning his pants. I felt my face go red at his statement, making him smile as he pushed his pants down and kicked them off leaving him in his underwear in front of me.

"Are you doing okay?" He asked looking down at me. I nodded. "I'm okay" I breathed. He smiled leaning back down over me. "Okay" He whispered. "Don't be nervous" He shook his head.

"Yeah it's not like your dick is going inside me" I stated looking at him making him chuckle. "Is it gonna hurt?" I whispered. He let out a breath looking at me, nodding. I let out a breath leaning my head back.

"I'll talk you through it, it's okay. Do you wanna stop for a second?" He asked looking down at me. I swallowed. "Just take a few deep breaths and tell me what you're thinking" He whispered kissing the side of my face softly.

"Matt I have feelings for you"

He looked up at me. "I haven't stopped thinking about you for weeks and I-I just wanted to tell you before we did this" I swallowed looking at him. "If that makes you want to change your mind I get that--" I stuttered.

"It only makes me what to do it more" He stated cutting me off. I just blinked at him. "I like you too you idiot" He shook his head. I smiled letting go of a breath. "You do?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.

"Thought I made it obvious" He stated. I glared at him. "What? No you were such a--" I started to say but he pressed his lips to mine keeping me from speaking. I smiled against his lips as he pushed my legs apart and reached down unbuttoning my pants.

"Can I take these off?" He asked pulling apart. I nodded. He pushed them down and I kicked them off, and his hands immediatly went over my underwear.

I took a breath in and pushed my knees together. He sighed leaning his head against my shoulder. "You don't know how many times I've thought about this" He mumbled against my shoulder. I looked up at the ceiling.

"Really?" I asked as he felt me over my underwear. "Really" He stated as he pushed his fingers under my underwear and moved his fingers into me.

I grabbed his shoulder. "Matt" I breathed. He stopped. "What?" he froze. "Your fingers are cold" I breathed making him chuckle before pushing one of his fingers into me completely. I moaned from the feeling.

"God, keep doing that" He said kissing my neck. I let out unsteady breaths. I opened my mouth from the feeling of his finger inside me, slightly wincing. "You're so tight, fuck" He said lifting his head and looking at me.

He pushed in and out of me making me whine and close my eyes. "Matt fuck I-" I said pushing against his fingers. "Feels good?" He asked kissing the side of my face. I just responded with a moan and placed my hand on the back of his neck. He pulled his fingers out of me making me whine and open my eyes.

"I can keep doing that and we can be done if you don't wanna go all the way" He whispered. I shook my head. "No, please. I need all of you" I breathed looking at him, making him smile.

He leaned up pushing down my underwear making me completely bare underneath him. I just watched him as he pushed his hand over himself through his underwear letting out a hard breath.

"Tell me about your dream" He said hanging his hand as he pressed his hand against his length squeezing his eyes closed. I let out a breath as I watched him.

"Please" He whispered. I opened my mouth letting out a breath. "We were here. On my bed--" I breathed. He swallowed. "And you told me I wasn't as innocent as you thought" I explained, making him smile.

"I was begging you to fuck me and you said you wanted me to see stars" I breathed. He opened his eyes and stopped. "You wanna see stars?" He asked. I nodded. He smiled. "Then I'll make you feel like you're in the sky angel" He whispered before pulling his underwear down and climbing on top of me and pressing his lips to mine.

He spread my legs apart before lining himself up with me. "Go slow" I whispered. He nodded. "Are you okay? Are you ready?" He asked looking at me. I nodded. "I need you Matt please" I whined making him smile and take in a breath.

"I need you more trust me" He breathed before pushing inside me. I swallowed as he pushed inside of me. I whined from the inpact as he let out unsteady breaths. "Are you okay?" He asked looking up at me. Pain spiked through my body. Well, I wasn't a virgin anymore.

I looked up at the ceiling nodding. "Just keep going" I breathed out. He pushed into me more, making me wince. He let out a breath. "You don't have to take all of it" He said. I let out a breath trying to adjust to the new feeling.

"I'm taking all of it" I said back. He chuckled and shook his head before contiuning to push all the way in me. I gripped his shoulder hard. "Matt, oh my god" I cried looking up. He stared down at me. I felt him pulsing inside me.

"Tell me when you're ready" He whispered looking down at me. I took in a breath. "Okay, I'm ready" I said back before he pushed out of me almost compelely before pushing into me again. Oh my god, I was having sex.

His head fell against my shoulder. "You feel so. good." He mumbled against my skin, making me smile. He slammed into me a little harder making me moan loudly. Something I never thought I'd do in front of a boy, I always thought It ws kind of embarrassing. But I could NOT help it.

I pulled him closer to me pressing our chest together and digging my nails in his back. "Fuck" He cursed from the feeling. He kissed down my face and to my neck. He sped up slightly, making me whine beneath him.

"Are-Are you okay?" He asked quickly. I nodded profusley, thinking I would die if he stopped. The pain almost had completely subsided. He smiled at my reaction before pressing his lips to mine again.

"You're doing so good for me" He mumbled against my lips, making me clench around him as he moved against me. He bit on my lip harder. I dug my nails deeper.

"Fuck, keep doing that" He grunted against my lips. "You're so pretty, so perfect letting me do this to you" He whispered against my ear, making my eye close and whine. I don't know why but it turned me on even more when he was talking to me, especially like this.

He pushed his hand down between us moving his hand in circles against me. I jerked against him, grabbing his arm. "M-" I tried to speak but I couldn't. I felt like I couldn't keep going like my body was taking this all at once and I was going to explode.

I squirmed under him, shaking my head. He looked up at me. "You've got it. It's just an orgasm, just let go" He shook his head looking at me. "Matt I can't take-" I cried as he pushed into me.

"Yes you can, I promise. I'm close too, but i'm not finishing before you" He shook his head moving his hand faster. I arched against his touch before I screamed letting go all over him. He pulled out before finishing immediatly all over me, before he even had time to touch himself.

I sighed feeling my body go limp as he hovered over me. He froze staring down at me. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. I did not mean to-" He said looking down at me. I smiled before grabbing his arm pulling him next to me.

"Thank you" I whispered shaking my head. He smiled shaking his head. "No, thank you" He chuckled. I smiled as we stared at each other. "So you've got a praise kink" He chuckled. I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" I breathed smiling. He licked his lips.

"A praise kink" He repeated looking at me. "Every time I said something, you clenched against me" He stated making my face go red and I turned away from him. He laughed grabbing my arm.

"No, no. I love it" He smiled at me. I shook my head looking at him. "So you've got a pain kink" I raised my eyebrows. He let out a breath before turning and sitting up.

"Okay" He chuckled, making me laugh. He stood up before standing up off my bed and pulling his boxers back on. I looked down at my stomach, just seeing him quite literally all over me. I looked over at him and he walked into my bathroom. I just looked up at the ceiling.

Uh what do I do?

I swallowed suddenly feeling very vulernable, just being left here. I looked back at the bathroom hearing the water running, not seeing him. I let out a breath sitting up on my elbows.

"Woah woah, lay back down"

I turned seeing Matt walking back from the bathroom with a towel in his hand. I stared at him. "I didn't think you were coming back" I stated honestly. His eyes went wide and he shook his head as he climbed back on the bed.

"Wow you really do think I'm an asshole" He shook his head smiling as he climbed back over me and moved the wet towel over my stomach. I just watched him as he moved the towel against me and then in between my legs.

"Guess what" I whispered. He glanced up at me. "What?" He smiled looking back down at the towel. "I'm not a virgin anymore" I smiled. He shook his head as he climbed off of me throwing the towel into the dirty clothes. He grabbed his shirt before looking at me.

"Sit up" He stated. I sat up before he pulled the shirt over my head. He crawled off my bed before walking over to my drawers and looking through them. I realized what he was doing.

"Top drawer" I stated. He looked over at me before nodding and pulling out a pair of underwear and shorts before walking back over to me. I just watched him as he moved my legs and pulled them over me.

"You didn't have to do this" I whispered as he pulled my shorts over me. He shook his head smiling. "Yes I do" He stated before setting my legs back down and crawling over me, placing a kiss on my cheek and laying against me.

I smiled as I ran my hands over his back softly, before I realized I quite literally drew blood on his back in scratches. "Fuck Matt, I'm so sorry" I gasped running my fingers over the marks. He chuckled against me.

"It's okay, I have a pain kink" He mumbled, making me laugh. He lifted his head before attaching his lips against mine. I kissed him back softly before he pulled away looking at me.

"How are we going to explain ourselves to all of them downstairs?" I whispered looking at him. He just looked at me smiling. "I don't know. Guess they’re gonna have to get used to it" He smiled. My eyebrows furrowed. "We can do that again?" I asked making him sigh smiling.

"If I'm lucky" He whispered, making me shake my head. He leaned down kissing me once more before rolling off of me and pulling me up with him. "Where are we going?" I smiled as he pulled his pants back on.

"I'm gonna go introduce my friends to my girlfriend" He smiled. I shook my head. "Were you going to let me know that I was your girlfriend?" I chuckled, biting back a smile. He shook his head walking up to me.

"The second you kissed me, you were mine" He whispered looking down at me before kissing me briefly and then grabbing my hand.

"Now come on birthday girl"

wowwwzaaaa idk how to feel ab this one but yall loved the first part so hear ya go. this was only a two parter love ya

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Feelings Involved | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After months of dancing around your feelings, you're about to leave San Diego and Bradley behind. But on your last night in California, you realize you're not the only one with your heart on the line.

Warnings: Angst, smut and swearing

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"You're so lucky, Chaser. Naval Air Station in Key West? Damn, that sounds even better than San Diego."

It took you a beat to realize that Phoenix was talking to you, and you had to force your gaze away from the man sitting at the bar to focus on her and Hangman. "Oh. Yeah. It's fine," you told her, barely able to return her smile as she handed you a shot. 

But It wasn't fine. You didn't want to move to Key West. You didn't want to leave San Diego. Or him. But you had been here for nearly two years, and you'd never gone for it. You'd never made a move.

And neither had he. 

"Not a chance," Hangman drawled. "One hurricane and you'll be California dreamin'."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Give me a little credit. I can probably stomach two hurricanes." You tapped your shot glass to his and downed your drink. 

"You need a chaser, Chaser?" Rooster said from behind you.

The involuntary little shiver that you felt at the sound of his raspy voice made you realize that leaving for Florida in the morning was probably exactly what you needed. 

When you glanced at him over your shoulder, his brown eyes looked intense. Focused. "No, Rooster. I'm a big girl. Do you need one?"

His lips quirked into a soft smile. "Do I need a Chaser? Maybe."

His warmth at your back did nothing to coax the chill out of your body. You and he had been doing this for months, inching closer to each other, but instead of so much as a kiss, he always inevitably pulled back. Shut it down before it started. You'd see him with a fling. Or suddenly he'd have a new girlfriend. He'd leave you alone in your feelings every single time.

"Do you want me to get you a Coke from Penny? Maybe a Sprite?" you asked him sweetly. But instead of laughing it off or pulling away, you felt his hand on your lower back.

He dipped his head a little closer to yours, voice pitched for your ears only. "That's not the kind of Chaser I want tonight." 

Your lips parted slowly, drawing his eyes down to your mouth as you turned to face him. His hand stayed on your back, pulling you gently against him. Right in front of the others. 

"What are you doing, Rooster?"

"Fuck," he whispered, swallowing hard. "I don't know." He looked like he was on the verge of panicking, so you tried to pull yourself out of his grasp. "No, stay here. Just...I..."

But you shook your head and tried your best to want to move away from him. "You can't do this tonight," you told him, your voice small and vulnerable. Your personality was neither of those things, and he knew that as well as you did.

"I should have done it different with you," he said with a self-deprecating little laugh that had you all mixed up inside. 

"Bradley, why now? You're like a year too late to be doing this." Your heart swelled with hope at the same time tears started to prick your eyes. "It's not fair."

"You're not gone yet." And then you pulled yourself away from him, glaring over your shoulder as you walked past Phoenix and Hangman and toward the bar. But Bradley caught up to you right away. "I shouldn't have said that," he rasped, reaching for you again. "I'm sorry."

You pushed him away and stood up to your full height. "Fuck you, Rooster. I'm not fucking disposable."

"I know!" he said, getting in your face. "That's why I never told you how I feel."

A scathing retort was ready and waiting on your lips, but then his lips found their way there instead. His kiss was soft and tentative as you pushed him away with your palm on his chest, but almost instantly you gave in. Your fingers scrunched up the fabric of his tropical print shirt as you pulled him closer. 

When you could feel the rough denim of his jeans against your bare thighs, he released your lips, leaving you dizzy. Bradley gently took your chin between his thumb and index finger until you snapped out of your daze. And then he said, "I'd tell you how I feel, but I don't want to make this harder."

You nodded gently, and his thumb skimmed along your skin until it was pressed to your bottom lip. And you heard Bradley whimper as you kissed the tip of his thumb. "Oh, god," you gasped.

And then his lips were back on yours, unrelenting as he used his long fingers to tip your face up to his. You dropped your empty shot glass onto the bartop and dug your fingers into his wavy hair. He eased his other hand down along your body as you pressed yourself against him. You felt his fingers graze your leg just below your shorts before his hand settled back up at your waist. 

You wanted his hands everywhere. Was he even single? Did you even care?

When you pulled his bottom lip between yours, you could feel that he was getting hard, and you whined his name against his mouth. 

"Bradley," you moaned. "Aren't you still dating that girl?"

"No," he grunted. "And even if I was, I'd call her right now and end it if that's what it took."

"You would?" you asked, tipping your head to the side as his lips found your neck. "For one night?"

"Yes," he promised, running his nose along your earlobe and making you shiver. "It's my fault. I should have told you that you meant something. But I've never been with someone I really care about before."

He was breathing heavier now, and you were in the middle of the Hard Deck with your fingers at the back of his neck and your leg wrapped around his thigh. He cared about you. You had one night left.

"Meet me in the bathroom," you whispered, and then he was easing himself away from you with a sad look on his face.

"I'm not meeting you in the bathroom, Chaser. That's not what this is."

"Yeah..." you told him. "You're right. Take me home with you."

His eyes went a little wide. "Yeah? You sure? Because this is about to mean something to me."

You paused for a moment to consider his words. You might never see him again. But after all this time wanting, you knew you needed to let yourself have just this one opportunity with him. You'd regret leaving the bar by yourself too much. "It already means something to me. Take me home with you."

Bradley tossed some cash on the bar and laced his fingers with yours. "Let's go," he whispered, kissing your forehead. And once you were outside in the cool air under the flickering streetlight, he pulled you close again. "God, baby, I'm so fucking stupid," he whispered, kissing you a little harder. 

"Mmm," you moaned, sliding your arms around his neck and tasting the whiskey he had been sipping on. Your tongue teased his as he eased his hands up your shirt and spread his fingers along your back.

The two of you slowly made your way across the parking lot, stumbling and laughing softly, unwilling to let go of each other. "Can you forgive me?" he asked once he had you pushed up against his Bronco.

"Yeah," you told him, feeling tears in your eyes. He kissed your cheeks and your nose. "I can forgive you."

With one more soft kiss, he opened the door and helped you climb in. You scrambled across the seat and unlocked his door for him. And then he was inside with you, and you were kissing him as he started the engine. You weren't rushing this, and neither was he. He backed out of the parking spot and then took your hand in his as the radio filled the space with a song that was familiar to you. 

Neither of you said anything as you played with his fingers and pressed kisses to his palm. He didn't live too far from the Hard Deck; you'd been to his house many times before with the others. But when he hurried around the Bronco once he was parked in the driveway, you let him pull you down into his arms. He carried you inside the front door while you kissed the scars on his cheek and dug your fingers back into his gorgeous hair. 

As he carried you to his bedroom, you couldn't stop yourself. It was just the softest whisper, but you knew he heard you. "I'm going to miss you."

"Me too, baby," he promised, setting you on his bed, never letting you go. You managed to kick your shoes off with his big body on top of yours. And then those kisses. He had been holding back before, you were sure of that now. "You feel so good," he whispered, running his fingers along your cheek and around the back of your neck.

You chased his lips as you unbuttoned his shirt, needing to feel his skin all over your body. When he removed your top, you arched your back to help him, and then his lips were on your chest. He tossed your bra aside as well, tasting you everywhere. The feel of his lips and mustache on your breasts had your fingers stalling on his buttons, so you just tugged it over his head instead. Then he yanked off his undershirt, and you pulled him down to you.

"You're so warm," you told him, melting into his touch as his lips found yours again. As your hands glided up his arms to his shoulders, you rubbed yourself up along his hard length. All the friction of denim on denim had your head tipping back.

"Are you really going to let me love you like this, Chaser? I've been thinking about it for so long." He unzipped your shorts slowly, the sound of it making you wild for him.

"Yes," you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut and memorizing the feel of his hands on your waist and then hips as he pulled your shorts and underwear off. When you reached for the front of his jeans, he was already between your thighs, kissing his way down from your belly button to your pussy.

"Oh, Rooster," you gasped, propping yourself up on your elbows, but he was already there. Lips on your clit and tongue everywhere. "Oh."

"You're making me crazy," he promised, looking up at you. You let him lick and tease you until you were both panting with need. The gentle roll of your hips and the rub of his facial hair were enough to get you softly clenching.

"Bradley," you gasped at that first squeeze. 

"Okay," he agreed, finally stripping off his jeans while you ran your fingers through his hair again. "Do I need a condom?"

"No." You pulled him on top of you as he pushed himself inside, and you moved along with his languid movements. He tipped your chin up, kissing your lips and swiping his tongue against yours. You body cradled him just right, and he was hitting every sweet spot inside as he rubbed along your clit. You held on as long as you could, looking up at his perfect face, but it felt like he knew exactly what to do. 

"Oh," you whined, face scrunched in pleasure as he sucked in a breath and worked himself a little faster. Your fingers were tight in his hair as you shook. You pulsed around him. "So good."

And then you were cumming hard, right leg wrapped tight around his hip as you jerked up against his body.

"Look at you," he groaned, watching you come undone beneath him. "Fucking perfection."

And then he fucked you so good as you whined for him, filling you over and over again before he spilled himself inside you. You kissed him as he whispered your name, getting softer like a prayer against your skin. And then you let that bittersweet feeling hit you square in the chest. 

You tried to hide your little sobs by turning away from him, but he knew. Bradley buried his face in the crook of your neck and kissed you there while your fingers drifted through his hair and down to his neck. You could feel the tears now as he said, "You're not disposable. You're special. I should have got over my fears so I could be with you." He kissed the tears away from your cheeks. "Please, please tell me you don't regret this."

"No," you told him, pulling his head down to your shoulder. "I don't regret it. I'm never going to regret it."

You were both quiet for a few minutes. He was still buried deep inside you, and you held your tears back as much as you could. "I've never done that with someone like you before," he whispered. "I've been too afraid to get close to someone and then leave them alone. I know I could lose myself in you, but you'd regret it if I didn't come back home from a deployment. Anyone would."

"Bradley-"

But he cut you off with his lips on yours, and then he said, "Will you stay with me? For the night? Longer?"

You nodded and sniffed. "I'll stay with you."

Your body fit perfectly with his, and he held you all night. When his hand came up to cup your cheek, he kissed your forehead. Every little movement of his body against yours had you scrambling to memorize the feel of him. And the way he smelled. And the way his sheets felt against your legs. Occasionally he would whisper your name, and you would kiss him before you both pretended you were going to sleep. And then he'd whisper for you again.

As the first early sunlight crept into his bedroom, Bradley pulled you closer to him as you shook your head. The urge to leave him before your tears fell kicked in, and you climbed out of his bed and started to gather your clothes and pull them on. 

"Chaser," he whispered miserably. But you could barely look at him. "Will you call me or text me? Something?"

You wanted to. You really wanted to. "Bradley." Your voice was hoarse, and you knew you needed to leave, but when he reached for you, it was hopeless. You were in his arms one last time. 

"Will you?" he asked, and you kissed him softly, savoring the feeling of your fingers threaded through his hair.

You met his eyes through your tears. "Maybe I'll see you again."

"Baby," he gasped as you pulled away from him.

And as he leaned back against his pillow with his palms pressed to his eyes, you whispered, "Goodbye, Rooster." And you ran from his room before you could turn back.

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An angsty goodbye to what could have been. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls.

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[greynatomy]

daydreams

leah williamson x reader

little something that i’ve had in my drafts for a while.

i also just hit 500 followers, so thank you all for that. i appreciate every single one of you and i’m happy that you’ve loved what i’ve written.

let me know what you think!

-grey

———

“I got one last song for tonight.” ‘Awe’s’ can be heard through the room.

“I know. I know. Now. This song. Its one of my favorites that I’ve written and I wrote it in like two hours, right after some alone time with the Mrs… if ya know what I mean.” Y/N said with an exaggerated wink, making the room laugh.

“She’s a very inspiring woman. Most of my songs are about her, so, without further ado, this is Daydreams.”

She's all I read She's all the literature that I'll ever need She's poetry

But she's like the good kind that doesn't make me sleep Her eyes are porn and she knows it Won't shut her eyelids 'til she gets invited We're not keeping score, but she's winnin' Likes it when I'm singin', as long as it's for her

You do tend to get lost in her eyes, especially when you see nothing but love and lust in them.

Daydreams, they feel like livin' when I'm dreamin' about her She's all I breathe when I should be breathin' air She knows I'm weak, yeah I Daydream every day about the things we do at night

———

In the crowd, three friends came to watch the show together.

She likes the word, "Please" But not the polite kind, the one in the sheets She knows she's a tease She's here for a good time then she's gonna leave

“Whoever her wife is must be real freaky in them sheets.” One friend states, unaware of how one of her friends’ cheeks were turning red.

She'll start a war and she knows it Won't stop her fighting 'til my flag is rising We're not keeping score, but she's winnin' Likes it when I'm singin', as long as it's for her

Daydreams, they feel like livin' when I'm dreamin' about her She's all I breathe when I should be breathin' air She knows I'm weak, yeah I Daydream every day about the things we do at night

Daydreams, they feel like livin' when I'm dreamin' about her She's all I breathe when I should be breathin' air She knows I'm weak, yeah I Daydream every day about the things we do at night

“That was Daydreams, It will be release soon. For now, thank you all for coming to hangout. Until next time. Bye everyone, get home safe.” Y/N closed her show off, waving to the crowd, walking offstage.

“She’s so dreamy.” Lia Wälti stated to her friends.

“So hot.” Both Lia and Beth looked at Leah with a teasing smile. “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yup. I would say to get with her, but apparently she’s married now.”

Leah’s cheeks burn red. “Shut up. Let’s just g—”

“Leah Williamson.” Leah was interrupted by a security guard.

“That’s me.”

“You’ve been requested backstage. If you and your guests would just follow me.”

“Leah?”

“Hmm?”

“Why are we following a random person? He could be kidnapping us.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

Following the security guard into a room, they were told to wait there and left, closing the door.

“Is this is the part where we die?”

“Lia!”

“You’re basically manifesting it to happen.” Beth stated, with a roll of her eyes.

“I promise I won’t kill you guys.”

The three of them turn around, seeing the one and only Y/N Y/LN. Two out of the three appear in shock.

“You- you’re Y/N Y/LN.”

“I am.”

“OHMYGOD I LOVE YOU!” Lia yelled in excitement.

“Thank you!” You turn to Leah and give her your biggest smile. “Hi, Leah.”

Leah quickly goes to you and wraps her arms around your neck, yours going around her waist.

“Hi, darling.” Leah leans up to give you a quick kiss.

“YOU KISSED Y/N YL/N!”

“Okay, Lia. Let’s go outside to calm down for a bit, yeah.”

“I’ll meet you guys outside. Let me get showers and changed first.”

The two footballers walk out the room, Leah closing the door.

“Wait, if Y/n Yl/n is married and you just kissed her, does that mean you’re married to her and she wrote a song about your sex life?”

“LIA!”

[southerngothicchic]

Missing the 🐊 boy, so here's a reworked version of a previous post from last year 🙃

18+

His imposing frame presses you against the fender of his truck. His hand cradles your face as he smiles at you.

"I already told you, I'm not going anywhere with you," you say, averting your eyes from his hungry gaze.

"Ya sure about that?" He asks. His voice is low, lethal.

He tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. A smirk plays on his lips as he leans in close.

"We could have a real nice time..." he adds, brushing his lips against yours.

You sigh, your resolve weakening as he snakes his arm around your waist.

"Gator..."

He cuts you off with a kiss. Your body melts into his, as you kiss him desperately.

"I knew you liked me..." he breathes.

His name leaves your lips in another sigh.

"I think you'd like to kiss me like that all the time, wouldn't ya?"

He pulls away slightly, only to see the lustful look in your eyes.

You give him his answer by pulling him into another kiss. It's futile to refuse him. Your fingers curl at the back of his neck, while he lowly groans at the feeling of the faint scratch of your nails.

He pulls away again, this time to open the back, passenger door of his truck. You're both soon scrambling into the backseat.

You straddle his lap as he presses searing kisses along any exposed skin. His large hands are everywhere.

"Been dreamin' about this for so long, baby," he breathily confesses, with his lips on your neck.

You whimper when you feel his teeth sink into your skin. He's rough, at first, but soon soothes the bruised skin with a wet kiss.

He glances up at you, with that infamous smirk.

You run your hands through his slicked back hair, pulling his face closer to yours for another desperate kiss. He moans into the kiss, with his hands tightening on your hips.

"Ya really want me, huh?" He asks, as you roll your eyes.

"Shut up," you breathe, between kisses.

"Gonna let me finally fuck ya, then? And ruin ya for any other guy?"

You whine in response as he nips at your bottom lip.

"C'mon, need to hear ya say it," he continues, as he reaches to cup your cheek.

You glare at him, for a moment, before you give into your overwhelming need for him.

"Yes," you quietly reply, now teasing your lips against his. "Ruin me."

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY NINE: THREESOME FT. MIYA TWINS

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: requested! soft!dom osamu, hard!dom atsumu, sub!y/n, fem reader, female anatomy, edging, wet dreams, oral sex, threesome

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1.8k

"I'm going to take a nap in the guest room"

it was now two hours after y/n informed the twins of her exhausted state which is why the two decided to past time buy playing a game on the console located in atsumu's room. "after this game, we should check on y/n. she did seem pretty out of it"

"mhm" atsumu nodded, focusing on trying to win against his brother. it was their fifth match, each of the wins being in the hands of osamu. "i told you that we could adjust the difficulties-"

"no"

atsumu immediately replied, dedicated to winning at least one game against his brother. osamu shrugged before directing his own focus onto the game, a smile making it's way to his lips when once again, victory was on his side.

"fuck you" atsumu groaned, the screen displaying his lost for the fifth time. "it's not my fault you're shitty at this game". atsumu only rolled his eyes before standing up and walking over to the rooms exit.

"where are you going?"

"to check on y/n, dipshit"

osamu noticed the sour tone of his twin, making him sigh. if he knew his brother well enough, this attitude of his will probably last for the rest of the day unless some kind of miracle would happen to direct his attention to something else completely.

seems like luck was really on osamu's side today

"oh my gosh"

"what? speak quieter or else you'll wake up y/n" osamu only grew even more confused when his brother placed his palm over his lips, stopping him from speaking. the door was slightly open and as expected, y/n was asleep.

they'd walk away and return to their game if it wasn't for the fact that small moans and heavy breaths quietly passed by y/n's lips. there was a slightly noticeable expression of discomfort on her features causing atsumu to call y/n's name.

"just let her sleep" osamu said deciding against his twins idea. atsumu groaned slightly, turning around to leave y/n be but he stopped walking when he heard a moan of his own name.

osamu's lips parted in surprise and his eyes only widened when he too heard his own name. this time, osamu walked passed the blonde and into the room, carefully kneeling down to try and wake her sleeping figure.

"y/n"

slightly pulling the cover's from off of her shoulder, osamu noticed her shiver at the sudden temperature change. he heard the footsteps of atsumu get closer behind him before cupping y/n's cheek to tap her temple with his index finger.

"y/n" atsumu called this time. her eyes opened, adjusting to the slightly illuminated room. y/n scanned the dangerously close face of osamu before looking behind the grey haired figure, seeing the identical features of his twin.

fragments of her dream flashed behind her eyes before she mumbled a small swear and pulled the blanket over her head, the embarrassment quickly becoming her reality.

"y/n, are you going to tell us what you've been dreamin about?" osamu asked. "nothing" her voice came out as muffle due to the restricting fabric that she kept securely over her face to avoid any sort of eye contact.

atsumu walked up the the bed, deciding to sit on the edge. "really? you talk in your sleep, you know that, right?" atsumu placed a hand on y/n's thigh which was imprinted through the blanket. osamu sighed and reached for the fabric of y/n's cover, slightly tugging it out of her loosening grip, to reveal her face.

"where did you last leave off in your dream?"

atsumu's hand began to pull the blanket from y/n's body, the cold temperature of the room hitting her warm skin due to the fact that she was currently in her undergarments. "i'm not telling you" she mumbled, trying not to focus too much on atsumus contact. "that's fine, you don't have to use your words for me to understand what you need".

y/n sat up, leaning her back against the headboard before seeing osamu stand up. "y/ n, are you okay with this?" the grey haired twin asked, leaning down to y/n, placing a kiss to her forehead. she nodded and her eyes flickered between the reflecting ones of the twins.

osamu shared a look with his twin, rolling his eyes at the blondes small smile. "go easy on her" he mumbled, propping his knee onto the surface of the bed. either of his hands palmed the empty spaces by y/ns hips before leaning down to her lips.

y/n looked up at his hovering figure before allowing their lips to meet while atsumu admired y/n's exposed frame. osamu's hand met with the side of y/n's neck, thumb caressing her jaw as their lips moved in rhythm.

y/n could only moan into their kiss when atsumu leaned down, closer to her abdomen to allow purple shaded markings to rise to the surface of her skin. "you're fine, y/n. relax" osamu mumbled, his kisses beginning to travel to her neck.

on the grey haired figure suddenly traveled to the blonde. he'd already began to remove her underwear with a finger, unbeknownst to the fact that there practically wasn't a need for prepping.

"how should i look at my best friend knowing that she's gets so soaked just by a dream?"

"it's not my fault" she groaned, managing to send a glare towards him. atsumu let a breathy laugh escape from his lips when y/n closed her eyes at the fact that hid index and middle finger grazed her bare sex.

she shuddered at his touch, reaching for osamu's wrist in an attempt to ground herself to reality. expecting him to allow her to use his wrist for just that, y/n's eyes widened when he instead guided her hand to palm his clothed erection.

osamu leaned up, admiring the sight before him and y/n let out small whines due to the fact that atsumu's touches were short lasting and repetitive. osamu noticed his twin's teasing, causing him to mumble a small call of his name. "tsumu"

a hum of acknowledgement was heard, as he completely and intentionally stopped his movements, extracting and whine from y/n. the blonde purposely rested his elbow on y/ n stomach, propping his chin onto his palm, extracting a quiet whine from y/n due to the slightly heavy pressure.

osamu looked down at her panting expression and pleading eyes before noticing how she tugged on the hem of his pants and briefs. "atsumu, you're fucking annoying" she groaned, noticing how he 'absentmindedly' directed his attention to his brother.

"what's the matter now?"

"you know 'what's the matter' already. stop being such a tease-" his word we cut of by a grunt when y/n almost and completely pulled down his restricting clothing far enough. the physical touch of her knuckles grazing him was enough to make him lose the patience that he had.

atsumu noticed his brothers sudden change in emotion, before slightly smirking to himself. he went back to his teasing but this time, actually inserting his index and middle finger into y/n's sex and keeping a steady pace. he hummed in content when a sigh finally left y/n's lips.

osamu felt a bit of satisfaction due to the fact that y/n was receiving her desperately needed pleasure, causing him to finally allow y/n to completely pull the hem of his pants down, far enough to reveal his aroused erection.

y/n slightly parted her lips, to take in the length of osamu, making him gently cup her cheek. atsumu soon noticed this from the fact that a small moan left the lips of his brother. sitting up, the blonde released himself from his briefs before angling his hips with y/n.

he slid himself into her sex, the moan that she let out, vibrated against osamu's erection making him groan. atsumu kept his pace at an overwhelming speed, enjoying the way y/n's moans came out as mumbles due to her mouth being occupied by osamu.

"if you cum, i'll stop"

osamu pulled himself out of y/n's mouth after she squeezed his wrist a bit. "dont stop" she pleaded, eyes threatening to shut from the pleasure. "then don't cum" quicker. he only quickened his pace, making the situation even worse for y/n. she desperately tried to focus on anything else but the pleasure that she was receiving.

"you're doing such an amazing for us, y/n" osamu mumbled. "but, keep making me feel good, you do it so well" she nodded, letting another pant escape her lips before wrapping them around osamu once again. "aw, you're praising her for doing the bare minimum?"

"tsumu"

before he could answer his brother with a reply, y/n purposely clenched herself around him, causing the blonde's words to falter behind his lips. osamu began to rhythmically moving his hips, helping him reach his own peak at a faster pace.

his moans soon turned into deep whines and pants, as he reached forward a bit to rub circles against y/n's bud. she couldn't help but unknowingly clench around atsumu's erection before hearing his words. "remember what i said, y/n. i will stop"

"tsumu, i said go easy on her"

"seems like she's enjoying my way a bit more though" he smiled. osamu sighed before pulling himself out from y/n's mouth, the evidence of his arousal dripping from his length and onto y/n's chest. her grip around his wrist tightened as her peak also began to reach its high.

"if you can hold out for ten more seconds, i'll let you cum"

it almost felt like the longest ten seconds in her life. she could feel everything. osamu's arousal slowly dripping down her breast, atsumu's overwhelming paced strokes, and the ache that was felt in her jaw and thighs.

with the last three seconds of the blonde's countdown, y/n allowed her moans to escape pass her lips before her nails dug crescent shaped indents into osamu's wrist. accompanied by a quiet stream of swears, y/ n finally reached her peak, legs threatening to meet around atsumu's hips.

osamu only continued rubbing circles against y/n's bud, helping her through her high while atsumu held out a little longer to reach his own peak. after noticing her now shaky and unsteady legs, osamu retreated his hand before leaning closer to y/n, placing a kiss to her lips.

"did you even try to not cum like i said?"

"i held out, didn't i? fuck off." she mumbled, attempting to steady her breaths. atsumu soon pulled out of y/n, a smile quickly appearing onto his lip when she groaned at the sudden action. he jerked himself into his fist, his arousal leaking from his erection and onto y/n's abdomen before sighing in relief.

"I'd say that was a pretty fun dream"

[riddlerosehearts]

silver twisted wonderland is strongly autistic coded and, although most likely completely unintentional, really good autistic representation in my opinion and i wanna talk about why 💚

okay, so. as an autistic person myself, i love to see myself in fictional characters and headcanon characters i can relate to as autistic. i personally feel that you don't necessarily need evidence to do this, but i do like having evidence and being able to back up my headcanons! and i've thought of silver as autistic-coded ever since a couple months after i first got into twisted wonderland early last year, and have been wanting to make a post on his many autistic traits since october. i should warn in advance that this is probably going to be a long post, which is why i'm putting it under a cut. so with all that being said, let's get into it!

silver takes people's words very literally. all the time.

the first time i called silver autistic-coded, in a message to a friend of mine, was when i was sharing my thoughts on the endless halloween/spectral soiree event and i reached this scene between him and jamil:

in this scene, jamil exclaims "you've got to be kidding me!" in frustration and silver misinterprets this as jamil thinking he was trying to make a joke, and then tries to explain what he actually meant. he also does something like this in leona's ceremonial robes vignette, when leona responds to silver's assumption that he and malleus are friends with "you're dreamin'. come back and talk to me once you wake up. or better yet, don't", and then silver replies: "in fact, i am very much awake". and in ruggie's PE uniform vignette, ruggie tries to joke about teaching silver to haggle "if you ever end up on the street" but silver responds by genuinely thanking him, to ruggie's surprise. this type of overly literal thinking and clear difficulty with understanding sarcasm is incredibly common in autistic people and silver does it all. the. time. i'm only giving a handful of examples because it would take way too long to try and compile every single instance of this.

similarly, silver tends to take what people say at face value and assume that others have good intentions where most people would not.

examples of this include the fact that, also in leona's ceremonial robes vignette, silver believes leona without question about having seen malleus in the greenhouse even though it should be obvious that leona is lying. and, in silver's broomquet/bloom birthday card voice lines, when azul gives him a coupon for his birthday, silver is told that there must be a scheme "behind this gift" and responds by saying that there's nothing written on the back of it--or, in another translation, he's told that there's "something fishy" about it and replies that it's not a coupon for seafood. so he not only doesn't even consider that azul of all people might have an unsavory motive for gifting him a coupon, but he also misunderstands a common turn of phrase. these are very common traits that cause autistic people to be thought of as oblivious and naive.

silver has trouble understanding social conventions and nuances in general, and has ways of thinking that seem strange to others.

in silver's birthday boy voice lines, he apologizes to yuu for not realizing why they were asking what he wanted a while back and having answered with "more time for training", and he also thinks yuu is odd for being excited when it's not their own birthday. in his PE uniform vignette he tries to help vil with a film club project by starring as an extra in a short film, but vil ends up getting angry with him because silver can't figure out when he's "supposed" to act surprised. he also surprises and confuses others by treating events like the culinary crucible and beanfest in unusually serious and overdramatic ways, with the latter event causing vil and riddle to discuss how difficult it is to tell when he's joking--during which riddle, who spends a lot of time around silver as a fellow member of the equestrian club, notes that silver isn't the type to tell jokes. jack and jamil have a similar discussion after silver tells them about how he befriended a family of bears as a child, during the endless halloween event. and in his birthday boy vignette, he talks about how ever since sebek grew taller than him, he's been asking sebek to get the dishes from the top shelf, which always causes sebek to get a "triumphant look" on his face. and then, rather than realizing sebek is taking pride in being taller than him, silver says he thinks that he must "get enjoyment out of fetching things from high places".

again, there's way too many examples of silver doing things like this and i don't want this post to be so long that it's impossible to read. but this is all just very autistic of him and these are the kinds of things that cause us to be thought of as weird, stupid, and annoying by our peers.

silver has flat or blunted affect.

the word "affect" refers to how one portrays emotion, through gestures, facial expressions, tone of voice, etc. if you have a flat or blunted affect, your emotions will come through very little, no matter how strongly you may feel them, and it can be incredibly difficult for others to tell if you're happy or sad or what you're feeling at any given time. this is something autistic people commonly experience, and silver has this with his lack of facial expression in particular. in-game, silver has extremely little variance in facial expressions compared to every other character, and even his one rarely used smiling expression--while adorable and always a delight to see--is more of a small half-smile.

and it takes a lot to even get this much out of him. he'll often say that he's happy or excited, and seem to genuinely mean it, but not smile at all. i believe that most often he's seen smiling like this when talking to or about lilia (brb while i cry at the thought of that). and this trait of his is commented on several times, such as one of his groovy voice lines when he says the following with his usual neutral look on his face:

or, in his birthday boy voice lines, where he says: "every time someone takes a birthday picture of me, they ask me to smile more. i AM smiling…"

it's fairly common for autistic people to have flat affect and be thought of as robotic, emotionless, and unapproachable as a result. and there's actually a lot more on this topic that i want to talk about, but i'm going to come back to it later in this post.

silver has a love for mushroom risotto that can be seen as him having a samefood.

the word "samefood" refers to the tendency that autistic people can have to eat the same food very frequently for days, weeks, or even months at a time. people who have samefoods might have a strong reliance on routine and/or have sensory issues that make them resistant to trying new foods. and they may often need the food to be prepared the same exact way each and every time. it's common for autistic people to be thought of as picky eaters with bland palates (because samefoods are often, but not always, the kinds of foods that are usually considered bland and plain) because of this.

admittedly, silver does say in one of his voice lines that he's not too picky when it comes to food, but the reason i'm applying this trait to him is because of jade's labwear vignette. lilia comments on the fact that silver is having mushroom risotto again and says he's always been like this and that he needs to broaden his palate, to which silver replies that he doesn't mind eating the same thing every single day. then, when he tries the risotto he gets so shocked that he freezes in place and lilia suspects that he's been poisoned, all because it turns out that the texture of the mushrooms is different that day. lilia says he doesn't see why that matters and asks if silver is sure he isn't just imagining it. this last bit is also interesting to me because autistic people are often overly sensitive to food texture, and get similar reactions as the one silver got from lilia when we try to talk about it. i feel like it's lucky that the changed texture of the mushrooms was one silver enjoyed, because it could've been very frustrating if his samefood was suddenly different in an unpleasant way.

and, i originally wanted to also include sections for some other small things, like how he's mentioned feeling his chest tense up around large crowds and having trouble relaxing in unfamiliar places, or his having a fairly limited range of interests and thinking that he's not fun to be around, or how he tends to communicate better with the animals that flock to him than with his schoolmates, but this post is already getting long so i figure i should go ahead and move onto the next thing i wanted to talk about:

throughout this post i've been saying that autistic people who share the traits that silver has are often thought of as stupid, annoying, unapproachable, and/or emotionless by those around us. we get bullied and looked down on for things that we can't really help. and that's exactly what happens to silver.

here's where i'm going to mention leona's ceremonial robes vignette once again! after the "you're dreaming" "i am very much awake" interaction, leona gets annoyed at silver for not understanding what he meant and says he must have a screw loose, and then ruggie says the following, right in front of silver:

leona then tricks silver with his lie--or, i guess technically it's more of a half-truth--about the greenhouse, an action which causes even ruggie to say he feels bad for silver. and later, when leona goes to diasomnia to confront malleus, this interaction occurs:

this vignette is just one of several examples of other students looking down on silver and taking advantage of his tendency to take people at face value and assume the best of them. not just ruggie and leona, but a significant amount of other students see silver as absent-minded, odd, and bothersome and have given him (along with kalim) an insulting nickname.

also, silver's flat affect and the cruel way that people treat him over it is the entire focus of his dorm uniform vignette. silver gets in trouble with crewel, who dismisses his apology because he doesn't "look" sorry, for falling asleep in class and has to collect everyone's reports. his classmates act polite to his face while he's collecting them but then as soon as he walks away they start talking about him behind his back, saying that because he always has the same expression on his face, he's unapproachable, exhausting to deal with, and probably doesn't even actually have emotions. silver overhears all this and instead of getting upset that his classmates are insulting him, saying completely ridiculous things and treating him like a burden, he puts the blame on himself and starts thinking he needs to change himself to fit in with them. he thinks he needs to be like kalim and tries unsuccessfully to get kalim and jamil to give him lessons on how to be more expressive. it's pretty common for autistic people to not even realize we're being treated unfairly and instead believe that we're the problem. it's also common for us to try and mask our autistic traits in order to fit in, and to try copying the behavior of those who seem socially successful and well-liked.

but, silver has people who understand him, who love him exactly as he is, and who don't believe he needs to change.

for one thing, kalim himself doesn't think silver needs to change. he says he thinks silver is really nice and isn't unapproachable at all, but he'll try to help him be more expressive if it's something he wants to work on. kalim is silver's best friend and has never wanted him to be anyone other than himself. and when sebek realizes what silver is doing he immediately thinks it's ridiculous and instead comes up with a plan for silver to be able to show his classmates that he isn't emotionless. malleus and lilia then spot the two of them training in the courtyard and talk about how much they love and care for silver, and how well they understand him.

also, that conversation that lilia and malleus have is one thing in particular that makes me really happy about this vignette and is a reason why i think silver is such unexpectedly good autistic rep (even though, again, he's not canonically autistic and probably wasn't written that way on purpose). because, when i read the endless halloween event i knew next to nothing about diasomnia, had read hardly any of their vignettes yet, and i said to my friend "i know they probably just want us to think silver is weird because he was raised by fae, but i think he's autistic coded." i assumed that him being a human who was raised by fae would be something you could use to explain away all of his quirks if you wanted to, and say that they're a result of that rather than of him possibly being autistic.

but seeing lilia and malleus talk about how they know that silver is an incredibly passionate and empathetic person, that they know he feels very strongly even though his emotions don't show on his face, and that they don't find him difficult to read at all, made me realize that lilia, malleus, and sebek are all fae (half-fae in sebek's case, but still) who are each very different from silver--and sure, i guess you could say that some of his communication issues might come from his upbringing as he never went to school or interacted with others his age very much before going to NRC. but he did grow up with sebek who, again, is half-human and very different from him. and his flat affect at least is explicitly not something that could come from his upbringing as lilia, malleus, and sebek are all at least as expressive as any human--if not even more-so in sebek's case. and from the way lilia and malleus talk about his inexpressivenesss, it seems clear that they know it's an unusual thing, probably not any more common for fae than it is for humans. it's just not a problem for them, because it's a natural part of who silver is and they love who he is.

and basically silver is just sooooo autistic.

when i originally got the idea to write this post i made a joke to my friend that it would be easier to just post a link to silver's twst wiki page as an explanation of why i think he's autistic. i mean, it really would've been since his autistic traits come through in so much of how his character is written and there's so much solid evidence for it. but instead of doing that i decided to autistically write a... *checks notes* 2500+ word essay overexplaining my headcanon because i just love him so so much. so in conclusion:

[quartzitess]

Alrighty! New itfts’s out time for me to theorize like alil idiot.

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Right now I'm starting to notice a pattern, especially for clocks character. From what I can see he's becoming more aware, more sentient, he's not a strange host like creature (ei. Algebraliens.))

And from what I can see, a small snippet of an alternate clock (who I will be addressing as obj c, for the sake of simplicity) setting up some popcorn, maybe sitting down at his couch, to watch a movie? To lounge about? To flip some channels.. and doze off, you know, avarage Sunday evening.

And at the end, as pointed out by user kyndal47 in the comment section of this episode, they point out the fact in the end we can see an image of clock, staring directly back at US, (that's if we bring up the brightness at 11:31, if you wanna see for yourself?)

My first theory is about clock, more specifically, obj c, we see at the end he's setting up some popcorn to lounge, and from what I can observe. During the elimination, we see green turn into a radio as he gets eliminated. If your alittle observer like me!

(Im lying, I literally had to turn on the captions on my second watch because my silly ass forgot too :b!)

You'd notice greens still saying something.

“- There IS no coming back”

“Well, just to philosophize Between two eternities, I realize”

“it’s just a dream,-”

“- and my advice”

“Is don't neglect to”

“have a nice-”

And it cuts off. Just like that.

“it’s just a dream” r. Green says, “ and my advice is don't neglect to have a nice.., it cuts off, I don't know about you but if I had to assume, I'd like to think the ending to that sentence would've been, have a nice dream.

Have a nice dream? Obj c is dreaming, dreaming of himself being “clock” being a strange host - like creature, and more evidence to support this theory!

We hear our blurred out polka say (in reverse, again thank you user kyndal47 for providing this info) she says “change the channel” multiple times, and followed after by “i can hold Everything together for only so long”.

So from what I can see this is a dreaming obj c, subconsciously flipping through channels, while dreamin’! And perhaps polkas in a sense, a key to those channels, as her “dots” are portals that lead to different dimensions! (aka, channels!)

The blurred out polka is almost a glitched/ altered version of polka that's also more aware? Awake in a sense, she's a small and compact card with dots and her dots are portals to different channels, different channels SHE keeps together (by holding Herself together!) Literally! But when we see her fly out of blurry dot she seems less aware? Almost like she forgot what she said.

Its like when she was brought back again, she forgot a part of who she was, I mean heck! The polka we see in show barely even knows where her portals lead too!

Maybe she's in a sense a direct reflection of the tv were possibly watching the show through? The box that holds everything together, the card with millions of channels complied into one, the channels being represented as “portals” she can let people go through.

And the fact what were watchings a strange midnight amalgamation of a dream where our barely conscious obj c sleepily flips through channels while still stuck in a dream? And yet he still neglects to have a sense of control or logic in what happens in it, he forgets what or why he's here for.

He neglected what it meant to have a nice dream.

(tl , dr)

Clock, (the sentient one we see at the end of itft is addressed as obj c) may or may not be in a dream and polka dot is the key to the channels (aka universes) as her dots are portals that teleport to different places, she's stated in the episode “i can hold everything together for only so long” as supporting the theory she may be a direct reflection of the tv we're watching itft through, and pretty much the entirety of itft is a dream that obj c is stuck in.

[angelltheninth]

Arcane Men + Morning Wood

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, morning wood, awkward boners, grinding, blowjob, naked cuddling, handjob, cold showers, teasing, coming in pants, dirty talk, praise, degradation

A/N: Don't you just hate it when this awkward problem happens and there's no one to help you? Well these men don't lmao.

Viktor grinds on you quite often so it's not surprising that he'd get a boner early in the morning. Normally it would be taken care of before you even woke up but well, even he can oversleep at times.

He thought he was having a really nice dream when he first opened his eyes and was met with the sight of your hand pumping his cock up and down. He treated it like he would any other wet dream too, until he realized that it was real and was then flustered but past the point of stopping because his cock was already painfully throbbing in your hand.

"Go faster darling, you know how I like it. I never tire of seeing my cock in your hand, feels so much better then my own, softer too. And this early in the morning as well, I'm a very lucky man. I've had this dream many times before now but this time it's... it's not a dream? Oh! I... I do have dreams like this yes, naturally but I never brought it up because... alright, alright, I get it, I'll shut up and enjoy the show."

Jayce likes to sleep with you on top of him so you can imagine the embarrassment when he wakes up with his hard cock poking at you and a stain already forming at the front.

He asks you to forget about it, he'll take care of it, you're gonna be late for work anyway, and there's no time for... and you're already taking his boxers of and licking his cock. His face has an expression of awe, all this time he thought he'd already seen the most beautiful sights in the world, now he has another one to add: looking down at you with your mouth full of his cock, the early morning ray's shining down on you like a halo. Breathtaking.

"Babe... I can explain... well actually I can't. Uhm, it just kinda happens sometimes you know. What am I saying of course you know! Fuck, look forget about it let's just go, we'll be late. You can make it quick? What do you mean by that? Right now? Of course I wanna! How-how quick can you make it?"

Silco usually wakes up early waits until it goes away, there's no reason to wake you up too just because he's a little excited. Very excited but still.

He wasn't gonna deny that he's horny when you did notice it, you already know the effect you have on him. When you offered a blowjob at first he was hesitant because he wanted to return the favor. The moment your lips touched the tip of his cock his arguments faded away, his hand on the back of your head to guide your pace. He was never good at denying you.

"I want to take care of you too darling. Surely you're not saying no to that now, you were screaming last night. You... ah... that is... a good argument. Slower, take it in deeper. Good work. This is why you're my partner. That talented mouth can make anyone do anything you want them too. Of course, you only do this for me, I'll repay you later just you wait."

Vander can hardly keep down his grunts and growls as he tosses the covers off and sees you practically choking on his cock first thing in the morning.

Don't get him wrong he's grateful for that you're taking care of him but he wasn't aware that he was going at you that roughly even in his sleep. He can go slower if you... oh you want it harder? Yeah? Well don't blame him for your sore throat then. He won't neglect you either, as soon as you're done with him he'll push you down on his cock and fuck you, even if he's half hard it doesn't take much for him to be fully erect when you're concirned.

"You should have said something darlin. I'm sorry I didn't notice, I was dreamin you see. It was a wonderful dream. Not as good as the real thing though. I'll always prefer the real thing. You will too? You dirty girl, of course you will. Harder? I can but are you sure? Alright, but you will be sore after. Small price to pay? I love when you get all slutty on me like this."

Ekko is a little bit embarrassed, your relationship still new after all and he doesn't want to give you the impression that sex is all he thinks about when he's with you.

Cuddles are some of his favorite things in the world, especially early in the morning and well, he likes to take all the clothes off for it too. He's hesitant due to him having a hard on, damn did he have nothing to worry about, you're fucking soaked just from the sight of him like that. His cock is hot and throbbing between your pussy lips as you grind against him, urging him to come.

"Not gonna lie to you Firefly, this is a little embarrassing for me. I can go take care of this real fast yeah? No? Heh, wanna give me a hand then? Or maybe more than your hand. Wait... really? Fuck, already so wet, I'm guessing you had some nice dreams too. Let me make them come true."

Marcus usually takes a long cold shower to take care of himself in the morning. He's very good at waking up before you so he can come back into bed and have a few more minutes with you.

He was really surprised when he came back to bed and you were already awake, not only that but also opening your legs for him to come closer. You're gonna have to make it fast, he's still a little cold but you'll warm him right up, his whole body, his heart as well as his cock.

"What are you doing up already sweetheart? Did I leave the door open when I took a shower? I'm sorry I didn't notice. Do you want to cuddle a little before I leave for- you're naked? I just took a shower so I might feel a little cold. You think you can help me warm up again?"

Finn likes to stay inside of you, your pussy keeping his cock warm all night, so you always know when he's got morning wood. His hands always grab hold of your ass and pushes you against him.

The best way for him to start his day is by pounding your cunt open while you milk his cock dry. He'll never get tired of fucking you awake. If that could be what he does all day he wouldn't mind. Sadly he can't so he'll enjoy you whenever he has the time. Or maybe sometimes when is isn't supposed to. But hey, who's gonna stop the two of you from keeping your hands from each other?

"Still sleepy kitten? I can wake you up, you just stay there, I'll take care of you. You take such good care of my cock, I don't want anyone to say I'm not fucking you right back. There's that pretty expression, even this early you look so well fucked. You're getting my cock so wet like a good cockslut."

[jettithink]

txt - a night out at the club

where the introverts somehow find themselves in the middle of a dance floor + cw: drinking/alcohol, a sprinkle of angst in taehyun's, dissociation/derealization in hyuka's, a little suggestive if you use your imagination, idk we're just having a good ol' time + this is my first writing i'm sharing on tumblr, so be nice and i'll write more + mood: Love On The Floor - NCT 127, Upper Side Dreamin' - Enhypen, bOss - OnlyOneOf

Choi Soobin: It definitely wasn't Soobin's idea to go out, but a few of your friends invited you to a new club that opened up not far from your apartment, and he just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time to get dragged along with. Aside from being shy, the loud music and mass of people was intimidating, and it took more than his courage alone to bring him out onto the floor where you were already dancing. He wasn't entirely uncomfortable though. A lot of his enjoyment came from standing on the sidelines, watching you. Soobin had a few girls approach him with drinks, but he respectfully declined. As you two made eye contact and smiled at each other, he knew in his heart who he really only had eyes for. "Soob, come on!" Though the place was loud already, your voice carried above everyone else's, and your hand was leading him to the friend group before he could even decline. But for you, he wouldn't put up much of a fight anyways. Thanks to the alcohol in his system, Soobin was swaying to the music without much thought, and the two of you soon found yourselves paying much more attention to each other rather than the people in your surroundings. You both swore up and down that you're just friends, yet you knew the heat on your face wasn't just from dancing. Things carried on this way for a while, and the second that Soobin broke away from the group, your friends hounded you to make a move. "Dude, are you even seeing how he's looking at you?" "He definitely likes you, just go for it!" "If you don't tell him how you feel, I will." A chorus of slurred words of encouragement pushed you to act only slightly out of character, and when Soobin returned to your posse, you once again grabbed his arm and led him to the dead center of the dance floor, catching a glimpse of your girls giving you thumbs ups and winks on you way there. Soobin's eyes lit up with surprise at your sudden decision to abandon the group. "Will your friends be okay by themselves?" he questioned, leaning in close to your ear, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't just looking for an opportunity to get close to you. You two had been friends for a long time, and with the way his eyes grazed over every inch of your face, you could read his intentions easily. To know Soobin was to know his intent through what was unspoken, and those silent inclinations were what led you to wrap an arm around his neck and speak back to him, "I think we're the ones to be worried about," before mutually meeting each other's lips amidst the heat of the moment and the bodies moving around you to the intoxicating beats.

Choi Yeonjun: Celebrating your two year anniversary was a highly anticipated event. Knowing your it boy boyfriend, Yeonjun would be dressed no less than to the nines, and because you loved to match his competitive spirit, it was only courtesy to try and outdo him. At the end of the day, however, you both spared no efforts in hyping each other up and letting you confidences shine. "Damn, baby, you want me to spend all night keeping everyone off of you?" Staring would be too light of a word to describe the way you looked at him. He opted for a black ensemble to let his freshly dyed hair and accessories shine, and despite seeing him nearly every day, he always found new ways to leave you speechless. He chuckled at your rhetorical question. "You're one to talk, look at you! Absolutely stunning," Yeonjun took every inch of you in as he bit his lip to hold back a subconscious smirk. He grabbed your hand and led you to the car, holding it open for you just to have the opportunity to leave a little tap on your butt. The ride to the private club wasn't long, but gave the two of you plenty of time to share the aux, sing together and steal quick kisses at red lights. To celebrate your anniversary, Yeonjun opted to take you to an exclusive speakeasy-inspired club for a quiet dinner and a live jazz ensemble, which could be heard even from the outside as you pulled up to the valet. Lights were warm and low voices were buzzing around you as you were ushered to a table to dine on the most delectable cuisine. Being the two lovebirds that you are, you fed each other bites and took pictures, enjoying a tame evening. That is, until the wine started to kick in. Yeonjun, of course, wanted to dance. The trumpet player by the bar was someone you both knew well, and your boyfriend was pursing his lips and swaying his hips to the music, grooving along with the melody coming from the horn. You were content standing off to the side cheering him on, but Yeonjun approached you before long with his hand reaching out to you. "May I have this dance, beautiful?" He asked humbly, raising an eyebrow and giving his best smolder look, a look you could never in a million years say no to. With a buzzed smile, you accepted his hand in yours and let him lead you to the open dance floor, giving the trumpet player a look. With that, the tune changed. A gorgeous jazzy melody played, one you recognized as a rendition of one of your favorites. Yeonjun held you close, rocking you back and forth in a slow dance. His hands rested gently on your waist, letting the feel of the song and the wine in his system guide you around the dance floor. As he spun you around, your eyes caught glimpses of older couples dancing with you, and you couldn't help but think of how beautiful a long life together with your boyfriend would be. Two years down, with forever to go.

Choi Beomgyu: "I have a funny idea... let's leave." This was your first time meeting Beomgyu. You had heard plenty about him from mutual friends, who you suspected were trying to set you up, and now he was walking into the bar with two friends you both knew. The introductions were pleasant, and after a few drinks, you two hit it off extremely well. He had you laughing the entire time, and seemed to never run out of energy no matter how much your group was dancing. "What? But it's my own birthday party," you questioned in between giggles. "Don't you think people will notice if I'm gone?" And though you were playing hesitant, in all honesty you were no where near opposed to getting out with him. Beomgyu leaned closer, taking his plan far too seriously. "That's why we have to sneak out." He peeked his head up, eyeballing your friends who were still hanging by the bar while the two of you had naturally made your way close to the exit. "Look, we have a chance. Let's go!" Before you had even fully agreed, his large hand was grasping yours, leading you into the night. ***

Driving with Beomgyu was different from drinking with him. He was still himself, but he was more relaxed. Content. You were taking turns picking songs, and though his music taste wasn't what you would normally listen to, you found plenty more songs to add to your playlists. He was singing under his breath while you drove to a fast food place just outside of the city. You could faintly smell his cologne, and periodically peeked over at him while he scrolled through his phone and gently bopped his head along to the music and chatting with you. Despite his dark clothes he chose to wear to the bar for your birthday, he looked... soft. Unbeknownst to you, he was catching glances at you, too. "We're going through the drive thru, by the way. I don't feel like going inside," you stated, pulling to the side of the restaurant. "But how am I gonna see the menu?" Beomgyu asked with a pout. You shrugged. "Figure it out. This was your idea." "Alright," was the only warning you got before you felt a sudden pain in your leg. His genius solution was to climb over you in the driver's seat to get a better view of his options, and to speak into the microphone to the worker. You wanted to push him off to alleviate the pressure from his elbow in your thigh, but decided not to cause a ruckus. At least, not while he was in the middle of ordering. After he was done, Beomgyu offered an apology in the form of paying for both of your meals, and you sat in the parking lot talking and losing track of time. Eventually, your friends called, too drunk to be mad that you left your own birthday get together, and you drove your new friend home, making sure to tell that next time, he was driving.

Kang Taehyun: You didn't know it at the time, but he had his eyes on you from the moment you set foot in the door. It wasn't typical for you to go out by yourself, but getting over a nasty situationship led you to act in plenty of ways you normally wouldn't. You weren't out looking for love, or even much excitement, but striking up conversation with the bartender was far better than continuing your recent trend of rotting away on your couch. Her brown eyes adorned a kind smile as she explained her favorite drink, her voice carrying over the music on the far end of the bar. You agreed to try the concoction she prepared, instructing her to put the bill on your tab. With that, she left you with your drink, freeing up your attention to direct it towards someone across the room. Despite his relatively small frame and dark clothes, you could see the silhouette of arms and shoulders one could only attribute to working out, and a cutting-edge jawline to match. As you sipped your drink, you swear you catch him looking your way, but you knew better than to let yourself be hopeful. He leans over to a friend, spoke in his ear, and then walked out of sight. You sat for a while longer, feeling the energy in the room and people watching. As you turned to set your now empty glass on the counter, you feel a presence next to you. It was an admittedly handsome man, but not the one you had your eye on from before. "You out by yourself, gorgeous? Let me buy you something." You could smell the alcohol laced in his breath, and whatever it was was strong. "Ah, no thanks, I was just about to head out," you explained, already hearing a voice in the back of your head warning you he wasn't going to let you get away so easily, and you were proven right as he slipped an arm around your waist. "Don't be like that. One more drink won't kill you," he cooed at you with a patronizing tone, triggering a shiver from your brain, down your back, and to your hand that was instinctively grabbing for your keys for protection. This wasn't your first time with an unpleasant man, but never had you felt someone grab at you. It was sickening. As you attempted to talk your way out of the situation, you hear a voice coming from behind the handsy guy. "Where are you going with my girlfriend?" And there he was. The beautiful stranger from across the room. His arms were much larger up close, but his blank stare was more intimidating than any menacing look he could have mustered up. You were so focused on his sudden appearance, it took more than a second to even recognize the words he just said, but it seemed the persistent asshole realized his mistake right away. Practically throwing you at your "boyfriend," he slurred out a cocky apology with his hands up in defense. "Sorry man, she didn't mention any boyfriend to me." "Didn't really give me a chance to, man," you shot back, confidence suddenly surging now that you were in good hands. Your retort earned a small chuckle from your savior as the snake slithered back into the darkness of the dancefloor. Only then did you let a sigh of relief out. "Thank you so much, um..." "Taehyun." Finally being able to put a name to his gorgeous face brought a smile to yours. "Nice to meet you Taehyun, or should I call you my boyfriend?" And both of you laughed, ending the night on a more positive note than what could have been. He ended up walking you to your car, and leaving you his number in case you needed any more pretend boyfriend services.

Huening Kai: There wasn't a chance in hell you could convince Huening Kai to go out with you. He adored you more than anything, but he much preferred his Saturday nights spent lounging on the couch with pizza less than an arm's length away. Being the cuddly homebodies you are, this was what most of your days off consisted of, a date of sorts you typically were happy to entertain, but your childhood friend invited a group to go out to celebrate getting a long-awaited promotion at work. If it was anyone else asking you may have turned it down, especially since your boyfriend was uncomfortable with being out so late, but they meant the world to you and practically begged. "Keys...phone...wallet..." you filtered through your mental checklist as you heard your friend's car pull up outside. "Okay, Kai, I gotta go!" You called out. When you walked past the TV in the living room, he stopped you to say goodbye, wrapping you in a warm hug with a content yet hesitant smile. "If anything happens, call me, okay? But have fun, too," he reassured you before letting you go. Kai was far from being the protective type, but because you hardly went out, and much less so for drinking and partying, his worries were prevalent in his words and facial expression. It was your turn to reassure him with a big smile that matched his. "I promise I'll be safe." A short honk from outside told you it was time to go, and Kai snuck a in a bashful compliment and one last squeeze of a hug before watching you walk to your friend, driving off into the night.

*** Your friends were having a blast. They were dancing and drunkenly carrying on, and took your word that you were doing okay too. Truth be told, however, the lights were getting to be too bright, the volume of the room was growing far past a roar, and your body was crawling with the tingly feeling. You were no stranger to having drinks, but the congested environment triggered the shut off switch in your brain. Dialing your boyfriend's number and uttering just his name alone felt as strenuous as moving a mountain would be, but it was all he needed to hear before bolting out the door to get you home. Huening Kai didn't need any words from you. He stayed on the phone and comforted you the entire drive over, and wasted no time in finding you by the bar, throwing an arm around you, and leading you towards the door. The crisp fresh air of the night immediately helped to bring you back to reality as Kai helped you into the car and did grounding and breathing exercises with you. Once you became more present back at home in the comfort of your own bed with Kai next to you, you reached out for his hand and gave it a thankful squeeze. Words still failed you, but the gentle kiss on your forehead in response told you he understood completely.

[attic-club-sandwich]

I Can See You

mammon x shae

18+ Only; Minors DNI

cw: afab!MC, self insert. Lots of heavy kissing, making out. A little bit of dry humping.

Summary: Shae has been crushing on Mammon for a quite some time now, and she gets butterflies every single time she’s around him. One day at RAD, she passes him in the hallway on her way to class, accidentally brushing shoulders with him. They share a brief glance, faces flushed, before muttering a quick apology and hurrying off. Shae spends her next class daydreaming about what could have happened if she had just gotten the courage…

A/N: This is another song fic inspired by "I Can See You" by Taylor Swift. I thought it was a perfect song for another Shae and Mammon fic and the thought was bouncing around in my head for so long lol I hope that you guys enjoy! If you like this one, please check out my other song fic, Dress. It's my baby. I'm so proud of it. (this is me begging you to read it).

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Shae’s heart is still beating hard in her chest. She can still feel the touch of Mammon’s shoulder against hers; the brief glances they stole at each other and the cheeky wink he gave her as they passed. Her freckled cheeks are flushed crimson, and she knows that Beel and Belphie can see this as she slips into the seat between them in their last class of the day. Surprisingly though, they don’t say anything about it. At least she doesn't think so. She’s not really paying attention at the moment.

She can’t remember when class actually started, completely blocking out the professor’s voice as he goes on about some sort of chemistry equation up on the board. Honestly, she’s got more important things on her mind right now. Her fingers twirl a strand of dark hair that frames her burning face as she thinks back to the brief moment they shared in the hallway. The Avatar of Greed tended to be completely oblivious to certain things…her feelings included. Suddenly, she’s not sitting in the classroom anymore. Instead, she finds that she’s landed back in that very corridor, other demons brushing past her in slow motion. She almost loses her balance as she suddenly finds herself surrounded. It wasn’t long before she felt the familiar sensation of a shoulder bumping into her. Quickly, she spins around to see Mammon continuing to make his way to his next class. Where is he going? Why didn’t he stop? Didn’t he see her? A pang of longing burns in her chest as she stares after him, trying to formulate her next step in her head. 

You brush past me in the hallway and you don’t think I can see you, do you? 

His tall frame disappears into the crowd, leaving her standing in place, clutching the strap of her bag hanging from her shoulder. Feeling frozen to her spot, Shae forces herself to take a step forward. Everything in her is screaming to go after him. To make her move. Finally, with a burst of courage, she pushes through the rush of RAD students. She begins following the direction that Mammon disappeared in, her eyes wide with anticipation of seeing him again. I’m not missing my chance with him this time, she thinks. When she makes her way out of the crowd, she spots him. He’s standing down at the end of the hall next to his locker. He’s fixated on his D.D.D., unaware of her piercing violet gaze on him. Her heart begins to beat fast again as he glances up from his phone, finally noticing her hesitation from down the hall. His golden gaze meets hers, and a slow smirk begins to form on his face. He slides his D.D.D into the pocket of his uniform pants, which are wrinkled and unkempt. She remembers Lucifer lecturing him about it before they left this morning, but she can’t help but adore that about him. He leans back against his locker, thumbs hooked into his pants pockets. His eyes never once left hers…almost like he was waiting for her. 

I can see you, waiting down the hall from me. 

Shae’s body seems to move on its own. She slowly approaches him and is taken aback when he gives her a quick wink before turning away and disappearing around the corner. Shae swallows hard, confusion and anger beginning to bubble in her chest in place of the nerves. What the hell is he doing? Was he not just waiting for me to come over here? Quickly, she sprints forward to chase him down. He always pulled shit like this. She rounds the corner when she bumps into something- no; someone. Someone who she can recognize by only the scent of his cologne; the half done up yellow tie and unbuttoned uniform shirt. She glances up at him, knowing her face has to be burning red. “H-Hey. Found you…finally.” She breathes nervously, her voice betraying her by trembling slightly. She waits for him to say something, but he only mumbles a brief, “Quick, come with me.” before grabbing her hand and pulling her with him into a nearby supply closet. Mammon closes the door quietly behind them, and finally turns around to face her. “Sorry, ya gotta be sneaky ‘round here. Never know who is watchin’ us.” He shoots her a smirk once more as he begins to move towards her. Shae’s hands are shaking as he gets closer. It’s not a very big closet, so he reaches her easily within a few strides. She’s face to face with him now, causing her to tip her head upwards to meet his gaze. Her hands are wavering as she finds them moving on their own, the deep desire to touch him taking over her thoughts. 

What would you do if I went to touch you now?

Her hand reaches up to rest on his cheek. It’s warm and she watches as his tanned skin begins to redden. “Yo.” he mumbles, nuzzling his cheek into her hand. His eyes flutter shut briefly, relaxing into the sensation of her soft hand resting on his burning skin. Shae giggles, grazing her thumb across his lips. He opens his mouth to catch her thumb delicately between his teeth, causing her to blush again. “You’re just teasin’ me, yanno?” This time Shae smirks as she slowly moves her face closer to replace her thumb with her lips. Mammon inhales sharply at the impact, slowly wrapping his arms around her as he returns the kiss. Shae lets out a small moan as the kiss deepens, and Mammon begins to back her up further into the closet. His lips are moving fiercely against hers now, and his hands are roaming up and down her sides, where they finally fall and rest against her hips. “Damn, Shae. You drive me crazy.” He breathes in between kisses, feeling her moving her hips so they are pressed firmly against his own. “Then do something about it. I won't tell.” She teases, reaching up to run her fingers through his now sweaty, silver bangs. 

I can see you up against the wall with me. 

With a growl, Mammon hoists Shae up so her legs are wrapped around his hips and her back is resting against the wall. His hands are holding her up by the underside of her thighs and he continues to kiss her feverishly. Between breathless kisses and heavy panting, his jacket is thrown on the floor. At some point, his tie is also loosened by Shae’s shaky fingers and his uniform shirt is fully unbuttoned, exposing the flushed, tanned skin of his chest. Beads of sweat are pooling in his collarbones as the temperature in the closest seems to drastically increase. Shae’s jacket is also tossed aside, and Mammon has unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her lacey, purple bra. He moves down to kiss her chest, and nip at the exposed flesh of her cleavage, savoring the small gasps and sighs escaping her lips. As he licks and nips at her chest, she feels a hand run up underneath her skirt. The feeling of his rough fingertips grazing over the soft flesh of her thighs cause her breathing to grow heavier and heavier. 

His white hair tickles her nose as he takes his time sucking purple bruises onto the pale skin of her breasts. Shae gasps, tightening her arms around his neck as she feels the sensation of his teeth grazing against her nipple. Apparently he had moved her bra out of the way at some point. She honestly didn’t care as he took the tiny bud into his mouth, sucking feverishly. “M-Mams…please…” she whines softly, running her fingers through his hair. He glances up at her briefly before finally releasing her nipple. “That good, babe?” he smirks, bringing his head up to rest his forehead against hers. Nodding, Shae takes the opportunity to place another kiss against his swollen, red lips. “Fuck yes, more than good.” Mammon chuckles, a mischievous glint shining in his half lidded golden gaze. “Just wait ‘till ya see half the things that haven’t happened yet. I’ve been waitin’ for eternity for ya to chase me down like this.” She can feel his hardness as he begins to grind into her, chasing the friction that they both desperately crave. Shae rolls her hips back into his, and gasps as he frantically ruts against her. Their soft moans fill the tiny closet, and Shae is almost sure they are being quiet enough. At least she thought so, until they were interrupted by hard knocks on the closet door. 

“...s…hae…lynn”

“Shaelynn…” “SHAELYNN!”

Suddenly, Shae is staring point blank into the face of her professor. “U-Uh, y-yes?” She stammers, still feeling heat pooling in her cheeks as well as…other places. “You’ve managed to doze off for the entire class. Are you feeling alright?” The demon asked, a look of concern showing on his face. She couldn’t blame him for being worried, it wasn’t like her to just start daydreaming for an entire class period. “Y-Yes, i’m fine. I’m Sorry, I think I must be coming down with something…” she muttered, gathering up her bag. Thankfully, most of the class had already left, and weren’t there to witness her embarrassment. “Well please go home and get some rest. I won’t let it slide again.” Shae nodded harshly as she practically sped out of the classroom. “I promise it won’t happen again!” 

As she left the classroom, she once again bumped into someone. She glanced up, her face still burning red from embarrassment - amongst other emotions. “M-Mammon?!” She squeaked, clutching her bag strap to her shoulder. This was the very last (and also the very first) person she really wanted to see right now while she was in this state. “Yo. I Heard from the twins that you were fallin’ asleep in class. I’m supposed to be lookin’ after ya and here you go causin’ all sorts of trouble!” As he stood there lecturing her, the only thing she could focus on was how she didn’t think her face could get any hotter. Of course the twins were in class with her, they witnessed the entire thing…and of course they would go blab to Mammon about it.  “So, ya wanna tell me about what’s goin’ on with you today? Belphie would only give me a stupidly annoying smirk when I asked about it. ” Laughing nervously, Shae brushed her hand against his as they began to walk down the hallway together, ready to head home for the day. But she really didn’t want to go home just yet…this could finally be her chance. She let out a small chuckle, “You wouldn’t believe half the things I see inside my head.” Mammon glanced down at her, clearly confused. “Whaddya mean?” This time it was Shae’s turn to smirk as she began to pick up her pace. He gaped after her as she spun around to face him, “I’ll meet you down at the end of the hallway!” 

[zvdvdlvr]

replaced; five hargreeves

summary: five will never admit it, but he's jealous- of a kitten.

warnings: cuteness, au bc thats what i live for, foul language, kinda giving dom reader idk, kisses, lil spicy near the end whats wrong with me

reader's pronouns: she/her

"five look," y/n whisper yelled at her lover, pointing to the covers on their bed.

their kitten, jackie, was latched onto y/n's old stuffed animal. jackie's eyes were squeezed shut and snuggled closer into the animal. five side-eyed his girlfriend. "yeah. she's adorable, babe."

five hargreeves looked down as y/n moved to lay by five on the bed. she wraps her arms around his middle and lays her leg over his. they're both quiet; five thriving in the peace of having y/n clinging onto him and y/n smiling at the kitten.

"hey five?" y/n asked, turning her head up to look at him.

he looked down. "yeah?"

"what do you think jackie's dreamin' of?" y/n asked, giggling at his flabberghasted expression.

"i- what? why are you asking that?"

y/n shrugged. "i dunno. jus' wonderin' what my little love's dreamin' about." she explains.

"do you wonder what i dream about?" five asked, trying to be casual.

y/n laughs loudly, only barely able to smother it slightly with five's shirt. still fiddling with her shirt, y/n looks up to see five unusually red and looking anywhere but at her. "oh my love, are you jealous of my hyperfixation of our pride and joy?" when he didn't respond, but turn redder, y/n lifted her finger by his throat and ghosted her touch over his adam's apple to the nape of his neck. with a sweet smile, she pulled his face down to look at her. "are you jealous, love?" she asked again.

five shook his head, not uttering a word. he was very jealous. he wanted her to give him her attention, playing with his hair, kissing his forehead while turning a page of her book, but no, a kitten stole his thunder.

y/n smirked. "well in that case..." she started, turning her attention to jackie who was wriggling around slightly, like she was going to wake up at any minute. y/n reached her hand out, going to peel back the covers from the wiggling kitten, but five caught her wrist. with an 'i thought so' smirk painting her face, y/n laughed when five pulled y/n up by her collar to literally smash their lips together.

a quiet groan left five's lips as he settled y/n on top of him. pulling back, five gasps for air. "still jealous, amour?" y/n asks, smiling widely at five's expression.

he shakes his head. "no. not anymore." y/n laughs one more as five presses more kisses to y/n's neck.

this time, y/n pulled back, causing five to throw his head back with an exasperated groan.

y/n swats his chest. "five, we're not gonna fuck in front of my little baby!"

five groans louder. "i'm being cockblocked by a fucking cat."

y/n kisses his forhead befor scooping up jackie with a little coo. scratching jackie's belly, the two wandered out into the main room in their apartment. five closed his eyes with a small smile when he heard y/n talk to jackie while she pulled up some marvel movie. without another minute's wait, five teleported to the living room and sat beside his girl and her cat, sighing happily when she alternated between scratching his head and scratching jackie's little belly.

a/n: ew this is so bad and for what 🙄🥲

[mossynebula]

TRC as songs from Unreal Unearth (Hozier)

EXTREMLY long post but I think its worth reading, Buckle up!!

Ronan: (De Selby part 1)

"At last when all of the world is asleep"

"to the bliss of not knowin' yourself"

"Bhfuilis soranna sorcha Ach tagais 'nós na hoíche, Trína chéile" (You’re all bright ease But you come on like night Entangled)

Kavinsky: (De Selby part 2)

"I wanna run against the world thats turning"

"I wanna run so far, I'd beat the morning"

"I dont need to know where we begin and end"

Prokopenko: (First Time)

"And the soul, if that's what you'd call it, Uneasy ally of the body"

" And some part of me must have died, the first time that you called me baby, and some part of me came alive the first time that you called me baby"

"but fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself"

Gansey: (Francesca)

"My life was a storm since I was born"

"I'd tell them put me back in it"

"I would still be suprised I could find you Darlin', in any life"

Skovron: ( I, Carrion (Icarian))

"If the wind turns, if I hit a squall, Allow the ground to find it's brutal way to me"

"If these heights should bring my fall, Let me be your own, Icarian carrion"

" I only pray, don't fall away from me"

Jiang: (Eat Your Young)

" Let me wrap my teeth around the world"

"put in front of the table, sellin' bombs and gun"

" You can't buy this, fineness, let me see the heat get to you"

Adam and Blue: (Damage Gets Done)

" Without shame, two outfits to my name"

" I heard once, it's the comforts that make us feel numb"

" You and I had nothing to show but the best of the world in the palm of our hands"

"If the car ran, the car was enough"

" That first car was like wings on an angel"

"But I know being reckless and young, is not how the damage gets done"

Swan: (Who We Are)

"Gettin' through still has a cost"

"To hold me like water, or christ, hold me like a knife"

"Chasing someone else's dream"

Noah: (All Things End)

"If there was anyone to ever get through this life, with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right"

" All that we intend, is scrawled in sand, it slips right through our hand"

"Never watched my future darken in a single tear"

(The entire choir section)

Declan: (To someone from a warmer climate)

"Uiscefhuaraithe" (water-cooled)

"all my dreamin', is only put to shame"

"There are some things that no-one teaches you, love That God in his awful wisdom first programs in"

Matthew: (Butchered Tongue)

"As a child, it was the place names Singin' at me as the first thing How the mouth must be employed in every corner of itself To say "Appalacicola" or "Hushpukena, " like "Gweebarra" A promise softly sung of somewhere else"

"But feel at home, hearin' a music that few still understand A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground"

"And have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand In some town that just means "Home" to them With no translator left to sound"

Lynch Brothers: (Anything But)

"I'd fit all my joys and my pleasures in one perfect day I wish I was the sunlight, just sitting on the Mississippi I'd settle for a shopping trolley in the Liffey"

"I don't wanna be anything But I would do anything just to run away I don't wanna be anything like this at all"

"Look, I wanna be loud, so loud, I'm talking seismic I wanna be soft as a single stone in a rainstick I wanna be the thunder of a hundred thousand hooves moving quick If I was a stampede, you wouldn't get a kick I wanna be the shadow when my bright future's behind me I wanna be the last thing anybody ever sees"

Fox Way: (Abstract (Psychopomp))

"The feeling came late I'm still glad I met you"

"The memory hurts But does me no harm Your hand in my pocket To keep us both warm The poor thing in the road Its eye still glistening The cold wet of your nose The Earth from a distance"

"The speed that you moved The screech of the cars The creature still moving That slowed in your arms The fear in its eyes Gone out in an instant Your tear caught the light"

Gangsey and Dream pack: (First Light)

"Your eyes open, at first a thousand miles away But turning, shoot a silver bullet point-blank range And I can scarce believe what I'm believing in Could this be how every day begins?"

"The sky set to burst The gold and the rust The colour erupts You filling my cup The sun coming up

Like I lived my whole life Before the first light"

"One bright morning goes so easy Darkness always finds you either way It creeps into the corners as the moment fades A voice your body jumps to calling out your name But after this I'm never gonna be the same And I am never going back again"

[sassykattery]

Antithesis

Well, this was kind of my idea, kind of requested by @delphi-dreamin and @eternallydaydreaming2015. So here it is.

Prompt: Imagine your f/o sending you nudes while you're at work/school to rile you up.

Pairing: MephistophelesxGN! Reader

CW: nudity, sending nudes. Graphic description of sexual situations: m! receiving oral

Characters: Mephistopheles, MC="You", Mammon

Ageless and minors DNI

18+only

During potions class, your D.D.D. had buzzed, and upon looking at the lock screen, you discovered Mephistopheles had texted you; the message saying "Image" as your only indication of what he sent. Curious, you hid it under the table and looked at what he sent you.

But then it buzzed again. The text preview showed "Image" again from him, and though you had a feeling you shouldn't look, curiosity got the better of you. Keeping it under the table, you looked again and this time your eyes bugged out as he was completely nude, his large hand being the only thing covering his nether region, and even then, you could see enough to flush even harder.

You blinked several times and swallowed thickly as you looked upon a mirror selfie with his shirtless form, towel hung low around his hips. His hair was damp as it lay across his forehead. Immediately, your face started to burn but you tried to maintain composure as you locked the device without replying, hoping it could wait until after class.

As you stared upon the photo, he texted again.

Mephistopheles: Like what you see?

You wanted to tell him no. You wanted him to stop the torture. Though you two were intimate, there were still moments of slight animosity. For how cold and condescending he could be, and for you being just a human, but making his heart twist like no other being could. He often did this to you when he wanted your attention but wouldn't say as much.

You: Maybe.

Mephistopheles: Maybe you don't want this dick later.

You: You're right, maybe I don't.

Just then, your device buzzed once more after you had locked it. Tried as you might to focus on class, you had to know what he said. Looking down, it was another image. Opening it with such speed, still under the table, you saw another mirror selfie of him holding his very hard and thick cock in his hand. It was enough to make you salivate. Another message appeared under it.

Mephistopheles: You sure?

A whine formed in your throat but never became fully vocalized.

"Hey."

You nearly jumped out of your skin, bumping your knee into the table as you jolted and locked your device out of muscle memory.

"Geez, sorry. Why ya so jumpy? And why do ya look like that?" Mammon asked.

"That's rude," you pointed out, trying to calm your racing heart rate. The second born stood in front of your table with his hands on his hips.

"I just wanted to ask ya if you did the homework for hexes and curses," he stated.

Standing, you gathered your things as people started leaving. You wondered when the professor dismissed class but elected to ignore that for now.

"I did but I'm not giving it to you," you retorted.

Mammon whined and pleaded, "C'mon! Help your first man out, please?"

You rolled your eyes and pulled out your homework. "Only if you keep anyone from bugging me during lunch. I have some things to do and I want to be undisturbed," you replied.

"Deal," Mammon stated, swiping the pages. You walked off before he could think too hard about what he agreed to and why you wanted to be alone.

Once you found the restroom, and locked yourself in a stall, you opened your D.D.D. again.

You: I'm sure.

Mephistopheles: Last chance...

Another image popped up, and this time he was lying in bed with his fist wrapped around his cock, precum dripping from the head. Your knees buckled slightly as the weight of your arousal pooled in your abdomen.

You: You're so mean.

Mephistopheles: It's yours if you come over right now.

You'd never left RAD so quickly, and imagine the look on Mephisto's face when you threw yourself into his bedroom exactly ten minutes later, panting and heaving.

He was still laying in his luxurious bed, stroking his cock. Propping himself up on his elbows, smirked at you.

"Hmph, guess you did want it?" Mephisto purred to you.

"Shut up," you rasped, throwing off an article of clothing with every step you took toward his bed. His smirk deepened.

Once completely bare, you drug yourself up onto his lap and nestled yourself between his legs to immediately take his length into your mouth. He hissed and bucked his hips.

"Stupid human," he grunted, his hand laid upon your scalp as he watched you bobbing your head.

Popping off of his cock, you mumbled back, "Dumb demon." He smirked again.

"But you– ahhh ha, you love me," he groaned as you began sucking on the head, rolling your tongue around.

You moaned in agreement and kept pleasing him with your mouth, and eventually you added your hand to stroke the rest of the length you couldn't take. He was rolling his hips with pleasure, his pretty moans falling from his lips. He fisted the sheets, twisting as you brought him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you're going to-" he grunted out but stopped as he gave a sharp buck upwards into your face. He looked down at you and saw your pleading eyes trained on his. His brows furrowed as he focused on you, grabbing your head to push it down as he fucked into your mouth. After a few thrusts, he stilled as his cum shot out down your throat, which you gulped down greedily.

He pulled out of your mouth and you sat up, looking rather exhausted. With little warning, he shot forward and pushed you onto your back.

"You did good, little human. It's my turn to please you now," he murmured. His hand trailed down toward your sex, stimulating it with his fingers. "You have no idea what you do to me, and I hate it, but I can't stop myself."

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His girl (Part 2)

Summary: you and Elvis had arrived in Memphis, you had to get used to the paparazzi but you weren't used to this side of Elvis.

Warnings: smoking, controlling/yandere Elvis, domestic violence, mention of Elvis's prescribed drugs.

Me and Elvis were in his pink Cadillac on the way to Memphis. I was excited to get away from the farm and explore the city. But I was also anxious and worried, I was in a car with a man 12 years older than me that I had just met. The things my momma would do if she was still alive. I knew deep down that this was probably a bad idea but my love for the man didguised it. We were on the motor way, I opened my window letting the cool air rush through my golden hair. My blue eyes sparkling in the yellow sun, my freckles placed perfectly on my face. Elvis had his cigar in between his pink soft lips, his jawline was sharp, his hair was jet-black and messy. It was like looking at a Greek God. The song 'California Dreamin' played whilst we sped along the road.

The car slowed down until it came to a complete stop at a large, luxurious house. I was in awe. Paparazzi surrounded the gates whilst a group of men waited at the door for us. Elvis rushed to open his door before opening mine. He hurriedly picked me up and covered my face from the blinding lights. My arms and legs wrapped around his tall figure. I had never experienced this sort of atmosphere, I had never saw this many people in the same place. Elvis whispered to me,

"It's ok honey, just imagine that they aren't there." His voice was deep and relaxing, he rushed inside the grand doors, the shouting and flashes seemed to fade away once we were inside. He dropped me onto a soft couch inside his lavish living room. I saw a group of men walking towards me. I was scared, who are these people?, what are they gonna do? They walked up towards me.

"Hey there I'm Jerry and this is the Memphis Mafia." One man said cheerfully. I anxiously nodded as I scanned the room for Elvis who was no where to be seen.

"Where is Elvis" I said desperately.

"Oh he's making ya some food."

"Oh ok." The group of men walked off upstairs. I was left alone in a man's living room that I had only recently met. I examined the room, it was amazing, the room itself was bigger than my whole house back at the farm. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Elvis sat down next to me with a pb&j sandwich in hand.

"I got ya something." Elvis said with a smile plastered on his face. He lifted the sandwich up to my red lips, urging me to take a bite. I bit into the delicious sandwich before a grin appeared on my face.

"Elvis that's so yummy!" I exclaimed happily. Elvis's face lit up with joy, he loved seeing me happy and smiling, he loved seeing me in general.

It was now the evening, I was sat In Elvis's lap on the couch whilst he was watching TV. His large fingers played with my gold hair, my head rested on his warm chest. I was slowly dozing off, Elvis was quick to notice. He stood up with me wrapped in his large arms.

"I think it's bedtime honey." Elvis said with a chuckle.

He took me up to his grand room, it was amazing, it was lavish and neat. He sat me on the edge of his large bed before speaking.

"You gotta change into some pidgamas darlin." I nodded in agreement as he walked towards his cupboard, he pulled out a short pink nightdress, he walked over to me. He pulled my dress off me, revealing my naked body, he smiled as he put the dress on my small figure. I looked into his deep ocean eyes. I was lost in them. Once he had finished dressing me he picked me up and placed me in his bed. He tucked me in so that I was secure and comfy. He took his shirt and trousers off, leaving only his boxers, I was in awe just looking at his goddly figure. He climbed into the bed so that he was laying next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, I felt a sense of comfort rise inside of me. I drifted off into the best sleep that I have had for a while.

The next morning I was woken up to Elvis kissing my chubby cheeks. His lips felt like cotton.

"Wakey, wakey, honey" he sang in a sweet tone.

"Good morning" i said whilst stretching.

"I made ya breakfast downstairs." I smiled as I looked at Elvis before stepping out of the bed. I walked downstairs to be greeted with the Memphis Mafia at the dining table, they were already finishing their food. Me and Elvis took a seat. I quickly ate my cereal.

Once I had finished my food I got up to put my bowl in the sink, I was still wearing the short night dress, as I got up I felt all eyes on me. I felt like I was being watched like a hawk. I turned around to see the Memphis Mafia and Elvis eying me down. I walked over to Elvis who was still eating,

"Elvis can i go watch some TV?" I asked quietly as I tried to not attract attention.

"Of course darlin."

I walked into the living room and sat myself down on the soft couch. I turned the TV on.

It had been an hour since I turned the TV on, I was watching my favourite show. I heard footsteps get closer to me until a large hand ran through my long blonde hair. I looked up to be met with Elvis who had a smirk on his face.

"Do ya wanna go out tonight, to a club or something?" He asked as he got lost in my eyes.

"Of course!" I said cheerfully. I quickly ran upstairs to get ready. I was now in Elvis's room rummaging through all of the female clothes he had, I was confused as to why he even owned female clothes but he was a famous singer so I figured that he would have girls over quite alot. I picked out a light blue, short, flowy dress that had small rignstones along the straps. I had also picked out a pair of white heels, and white thigh high stockings. I was dressed like a child, I was 15 after all but I had hit puberty, I was starting to get curvy, I had bigger boobs, and I was getting taller. I was a beautiful girl, long legs, thin waist, perfect boobs. I was all dressed up and ready to go.

Once we had arrived, there was already paparazzi and a huge crowd outside of the front door, Elvis quickly pushed through them whilst holding me tight. As we stepped in all eyes were on me and Elvis, but mostly on me wich was odd. The men whistled and the women whispered, the boys, the girls, they all liked me, I was beautiful and young after all. Elvis took me to sit down opposite him on a table next to the bar. We chatted for a while.

"Can I go dance?" I asked desperately.

"Sure sweetie." Elvis replied with a smile.

I got up and walked to the dance floor, I felt everyone stare at me, but I wasn't bothered. I swayed my hips and whipped my hair, whistles came from all directions, the men tried to get a peak under my short dress. Elvis was distracted in a conversation. I felt large hands on my waist slowly tracing up my body. I was quick to turn around, it was a tall blonde man that looked glamorous. He flashed his white smile that almost blinded me.

"Hiya love, I'm Tommy, what's your name lil girl?" He said in his deep tone.

"Oh my names Mina." I said in a flirty tone, I batted my eyelashes and gave him butterflies. He was busy looking at my boobs that were glistening from my sweat. I made flirtatious jokes and comments, I had the upper hand here. That was until he tilted my chin up with his index finger, he looked into my deep eyes, he planted a kiss on my red lipstick-covered lips, it felt amazing. Before I got a chance to open my eyes I felt a large hand grab my upper arm, I almost fell onto the floor due to the force. I looked up to see that Elvis was the one grabbing me. He dragged me out of the club and into the alley way at the back. His strong grip caused me to yelp, his nails digged into my skin.

"Elvis your hurting me!" I yelled. I watched his face fill with rage before he tightened his grip and said,

"Don't you dare shout at me after making me look like a fool in there!" He was a strong man and he was using his strength on me, a small, inoccent 15 year old girl. He was hurting me so I had to do something, I kicked and screamed and punched until I felt Elvis push me onto the damp brick wall that was behind me. My body went numb, I fell to the floor as tears rushed from my eyes to the floor.

Elvis was now standing over my weak body that was on the cold wet floor.

"Why would you do this, I hate you!" I yelled. This only feuled Elvis with more rage. He grabbed me and pulled me up so that I was standing infront of him, I leaned against the wall for support.

"You made me look stupid in there!"

"What do you mean!?"

"You know what I fucking mean, you were basically eye-fucking some random guy!"

"W-what, what is eye fu-"

"You are my girl, not anyone else's, you got that!"

"Elvis I only just met you, I can't be your girlfriend, I just can-"

"Don't fucking test me lil girl." He said in a deep raspy voice. This sent shivers down my spine, I was stronger than all my men except for Elvis, he was both physically and mentally strong. I was scared of him, he was scaring me. His hands were now gripping my small face harshly. Tears ran down my face as I looked into Elvis's dark eyes, he was feuled with anger, I didn't like this side of him, he was a violent man.

"Ok Elvis, I am your girl, j-just stop hurting me, please." I said in a weak voice. Elvis's face was now plastered with an evil smile, he cupped my face softly before leading me to his car and taking me home.

It was the next morning, I didn't even remember what happened after I got into Elvis's car, my memory was blank. My head was dizzy and I had red marks on my arms. I felt nauseous. I saw a packet of pills on the bedside table, I must have taken some or something since I was feeling so bad. I got up to see Elvis who was downstairs, I stumbled down the stairs, I almost tripped over my own feet. I reached the living room where I was met with Elvis, he was all dressed up and had a ring in his hand, he was smoking his cigar, packets of his prescribed drugs sat next to him on the table. I looked to him, all I could see was the rage in him behind all of his fake personality that he shows the world.

"Well hello baby, I have a surprise for you." He said whilst he held out a diamond ring to me. I knew he was a different man when angry but I still loved him, I thought to myself that it was just a one off incident and would never happen again, or would it.

[coarsely]

Personality through quotes tag

Many thanks to @spideronthesun for tagging me!

The rules of this game seem to be to write in character quotes about a prompt given to you by the previous tagger!

My prompt was: A quote about hopes for the future

Your prompt is: A quote about non-romantic intimacy (friends, family, etc)

The Potentate Magnus: "My future is unending, unyielding. There is nothing the future could bring to me that I have not already done, that I have not already bared witness to, that I have not grasped and succeeded at. I hear them, whispered hushes, thinking me too senile to hear–that I am old, and my reign must reach its end soon. I am here to assure you–I am going nowhere. I am not only your past, and your present, I am your future too, and it is through me we shall enter the glory of the Empyre together, as the Prophet did so many eons ago."

Imperator III: "I am an Imperator. Ours is not the place to dream, to hope and to wonder. Ours is the place to swiftly carry out justice, to liberate the souls of the wicked, to spread the gospel of It's Purity, to cleanse this mortal world of sin. My only dream and hope is what the Priests of Eden dream and hope for, what the God-King dreams and hopes for."

Sylvester Praeceptor: "It's a strange thing. I fought every day to get a little closer to getting back to where we used to be, but now that we are here, I find myself at a loss. Such a driving force it was, that without it I am oddly lonesome. I suppose if we are in the same place every year, with wealth and social standing, I will be happy. All in the family, as they say."

Vítor Cadogan: "Oh, call me naïve or simple if you'd like, but I just want the world to be a slightly better place every morning when I wake up. I don't need any grand ovations, or proclamations of world peace, or a signed apology from every man and woman in Bronze Eden, I just reckon if we could all try a little harder to do good every day, it'll have an impact on the way we live, too. I suppose at the end of the day that's what I've always believed in... guess I'm just going about it slightly different now."

Saccade: "Not a lotta time to be dreamin' and thinkin' about the future out here. You gotta take it one day at a time, slowly. Wonderin' about what-ifs and getting too upset at the way your life has turned out is a sure-fire way to wind up dead, or worse. And shit, that's what some people want, but me? I've been kickin' around too long to give up now. My only wish is to go out fightin', rather than turning on my belly n' giving up."

Diana: "Oh, darling, I am the future. Don't let the cover fool your clever eyes–every bit of culture in this wonderful place we call Nod can be traced back to yours truly. What have I to hope for? I've already succeeded. Been there, done that! The only thing I could ever hope for is for our wonderful, brave, immortal freedom fighters to take a little better care of what I've designed for them! I might be a miracle worker, but stains out of lace? Even I have my limits."

Ucalegon: "I wish for what every Wanderer of Nod wishes for; justice from the tyranny of our neighbour. To liberate ourselves from their presence on our borders, their influence in our lives. To avenge our dead, the many innocents lost to the Baptism. No matter what it takes, I will see this dream realised, or I will die in the fight to make it real. Dreams are all we have left."

I tag @noblebs, @albatris, @revenantlore, @ink-flavored, @xenascribbles, @digital-chance, @chauceryfairytales and as always, anyone who is interested in doing one of these!