#this is in jest please don't take it seriously

[legionofpotatoes]

my veilguard crack theory is that the hero character is solas and the chargen framing is him choosing a disguise to operate under in order to control counterintelligence and sabotage rival gods from several fronts, all the while rediscovering his sympathy towards the common folk or whatever and ultimately making the veil's existence a player decision by proxy. this would make a lot of people unhappy but unfortunately I also think it would be an extremely funny choice so I can't help but root for it now. mark my words!

[jojomiwbvb6]

The Shower Scene, Pt. 4

Taglist: @emzandthevoid @mentallynot-here @bloodymug @sprokat @princesspeach-00 @ghoulsquad @missduffsblog @yeehaw-my-guys @lma1986 @artificialbreezy

Author's Note: I apologize for taking so long to do this chapter! I have had a bit of writer's block and I have been busy doing a lot lately. This will be the finale to this series, I really hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me more ideas! I was thinking of writing some Sasuke or Itachi fics as well.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW. Extremely long and descriptive smut, unprotected p-in-v (be safe about it, or use condoms please), overstimulation, degradation, praise, oral (female receiving), punishment, spanking, swearing, squirting, casual alcohol consumption

PSA: this is very obviously a work of fiction, and should in no way be taken seriously or literally. this piece of fiction uses real people in fictional and fantastical mindsets--and it is in no way a representation of the real person or who they are as a whole. Thank you for coming to our ted talk.

--

Atlanta.

The humid wind hits your face, the city never motionless around you. You inhale the air, closing your eyes and letting your body relax. Your nerves are completely jumbled and overstimulated as your mind mulls over the past week so far.

The pictures of yourself flash through your head. Noah's words flooding your mind. You can't escape the anxiety it brought you, and the excitement of your actions.

You stared at your feet, black vans reflected against tan concrete as you stood against the bus. Twiddling your thumbs and exhaling heavily, you turn to Davis as he approaches you.

"Hey, kid! Some of the guys were just thinking of exploring the botanical gardens and the zoo and maybe going for some grub, wanna come?" He smiles at you, raising an eyebrow for an inviting answer.

"Shit, bro, I'm down." You agree and smile back. It was the first day off in over a week and you were grateful for it. You were looking forward to moments with Noah, but you also needed to get out and do something else for once.

As you and Davis caught up with the group, consisting of both you two, Ruffilo, Noah, Matt, and Jolly (the rest went off to do other things), you could hear their jesting and cackles even from a ways back.

"Morning guys!" You say, smiling and out of breath.

"Hey (Y/N)!" You were greeted by multiple of them.

Noah turned, walking backwards. "Hey, (Y/N)," he smirks lazily, waving his hand, drawing his eyes over you subtly and licking his lips.

You huff, catching his eyes and offering a suggestive smile. "Hi, Noah." He smiles back at you, and then turns back around to continue walking. You admire his long, toned frame as he took smooth strides forward.

--

All of you thoroughly enjoyed the relaxing and wondrous vibes of the gardens and the culture of the city. Having been walking and exploring for over 2 hours, you all decide to pause your activities for a bit of lunch.

"What should we eat? I'm starving, man," Ruffilo comments.

"Hmm. Haven't had Chipotle in a while," Davis replies.

"How about sushi?" Matt adds.

You're silent. Honestly, you're so hungry, you don't even care what you guys eat. Anything sounds good.

Noah steps up beside you. "Sushi sounds fuckin' fantastic," he agrees.

When the others aren't paying any attention, Noah leans into your ear quickly and quietly, "I'm hungry for something else, though."

You almost gasp when he leans away, giving a quick caress to your ass while the others are walking away. He casually smirks at you, continuing to walk in the direction of the Japanese sushi bar on the corner.

Your face felt hot, and you were fighting the frustrated blush that crept up your face. You were nearly hyperventilating and you couldn't help it. You took a deep breath of the next gust of Georgia wind that caressed your face, composing yourself and catching back up with the group.

--

"Fuck, this hits the spot dude." Matt comments, and you're nodding along with the rest of the guys.

"Hell yeah."

You're all sitting at the table, a whole boat of sushi in front of you and then some. Ruffilo is sipping on sake while all of you make small chit chat.

"Hey! Ruffilo! Let me try some of that," you say.

"Ever had sake?" Ruffilo says.

"No," you state, taking the small white cup from his hands.

"What!" You hear half of the table exclaim, with pleas of interest in you trying the drink.

You slowly take a sip. Instantly the taste of the Japanese alcohol hits your tongue and you're writhing. "Yuck! Oh! That's revolting!"

Cracks of laughter erupt from the table. Soon, you are laughing as well.

"That's enough of that," you joke.

After lunch, you all go shopping and walk around downtown. After several hours of being out and having free time the whole day, it was time to return to the hotel that was booked for the night. In the morning, you would quickly pack up and shuffle back onto the bus for Orlando, Florida.

--

Walking away from the bus with a suitcase in hand and backpack over your shoulder, you step into the hotel. You stop at the front desk to get your keycard from the receptionist.

"Room for (Y/L/N), please."

"Ahh," she pauses, typing on her keyboard. "We don't have a room here, I'm afraid..."

You frown. "All of these rooms should have been pre-booked," you state. Your mind frantically searches for a solution. You begin to list the several names of the other crew members and band members, but most were already in their rooms. You thought of one more name.

Oh, you thought. He didn't!

"There may be another name," you try. "Sebastian?"

The receptionist, looking mildly annoyed now, huffs and types in the name. You ignore her annoyance, watching patiently. A look of resolve crosses the receptionist's face. You feel hopeful.

He did.

"Hmm," she says. "It appears one more keycard is available for this room. Just sign this document and you may have your keycard."

You fill out the appropriate paperwork, signing on the line. The receptionist pulls the paper back to her and slides the keycard across the counter. You exchange your thanks.

"Room 207, 3rd floor." The woman tells you and turns away.

You don't waste anymore time. As you walk down the hall to the elevator, the smirk on your face grows 10 miles wide, confidence enveloping you.

You knew exactly why he'd done it, and frankly, you weren't about to protest. Your heart slams into your chest with every sound of your heels and the roll of the suitcase wheels on the carpet.

You take a deep breath as you step onto the elevator.

--

207.

The silver numbers glint as you stand parked in front of the door. He was inside there already, waiting for you to come in. You exhale shakily as you grip the door handle, and you hesitate.

Closing your eyes, you begin to smirk. This is what you've been fiending after for several weeks. Taking another deep breath, you slide the keycard into the door.

The lock clicks and you twist the handle, allowing yourself into the room.

You analyze your surroundings. One lamp is on in the dimly lit room. A small walkway leading into a rather spacious double bed. There was a desk to the left, and a mini kitchen straight ahead. The bathroom immediately to the left. Without paying further attention, you walk to a bed and set your bag down on it.

You didn't seem to notice Noah, maybe he'd left the room for something. You shrug, bending over to open up your suitcase and lay it out.

Without you noticing, Noah slips out of the bathroom and leans against the wall, examining the rear view you're giving him.

"Well, well, already bending over? Princess, I haven't even taken off your clothes yet," Noah chuckles darkly.

You swear you jump 10 feet into the air, yelping loudly. If he hadn't scared you, his words would've gone straight to your core. "Noah Sebastian, for crying out loud!" You laugh and smack his shoulder. "Don't do that!" You both share a chuckle.

You can feel Noah decreasing the distance between you two and your laughter begins to fade. Noah's eyes flutter over you, landing on your eyes, your mouth, your breasts, feeling overwhelmed pleasantly.

You found yourself licking your lips. You begin to turn away.

Faster than the flick of a wrist, Noah's hand shoots up, gripping your jaw and squeezing your cheeks together. You are both silent, the tension shooting higher than ever.

You go to grab his hand and you are immediately caught by his other hand. He grips your wrist tightly, but not painfully. Noah's eyes change into dangerous slits and a playfully evil smirk takes over his features.

"The way that you have been torturing me has been driving me insane," Noah whispers into your ear. You want to collapse on the spot.

He begins walking you slowly backwards.

"You've been such a fucking brat, too, getting me hot for you at the worst times..." His hot breath fans your face, your own breath quickening in pace.

"The only thing I can think about is how I'm going to having you praying to me when I'm done ravaging you." You feel your hips hit the desk behind you.

"Noah..." you whisper.

He pulls at your face until you're eye to eye with him. He chuckled darkly.

"That's my fucking name," he growls into your ear. "And you're never going to forget it."

His hands leave your face and your wrist. Gripping your hips, he lifts you onto the desk and shoves you on it. He pulls you against his own hips, and his left hand rises to tangle in your hair.

Noah's cologne invades your senses, addicted to the scent. He tugs at the strands, inflicting a raspy moan from you. "How beautiful," Noah mumbles, helping himself to your inviting lips.

You both kiss as if life were going to end. His fingers flex against your clothed hips, pulling at your shirt and caressing you. Your tongues slipped against each other, nipping and suckling at each other's lips.

You wrapped your legs around Noah's hips, pulling him closer. Noah pulls away from your lips. Smirking, he pulls up your shirt with ease and tossed it away somewhere on the floor behind you.

"Such pretty, pretty tits..." he drawls, giant hands cupping them and he flicks a nipple. You gasp. Noah moves up your body, leaning over to envelope a taut nipple into his warm mouth. He flicks at it with the tip of his tongue and you moan quietly.

He pops off of you and smirks wickedly, and feigns a look of concern. "Is that just too much pleasure for you? Should I stop?"

"N-no! No, please, don't stop," You almost choke.

Noah stands. His bulge is prominent against his sweatpants and you almost drool. It seems so big and you can't focus on anything but the need you feel. Your core is hot and you squirm.

"Such a needy fucking slut." He pulls your body forward, running a hand oh-so-low but not enough.

You mewl as his fingers creep to your covered pussy and slowly tease the bud.

"Mmm.." you groan and Noah chuckles.

"Like that, babygirl?"

You nod.

"Too bad." Noah stops and you whine. "Enough of that. Strip,"

"Yes, sir."

Noah chuckles. "Such good manners for me. So desperate."

By now, you're a puddle of pleasure and you want it to swallow you whole. Noah sits on the edge of the bed as you peel your pants off your shaking legs. You remove your panties, tossing them aside.

"So pretty," he comments. "Come here and lay across my lap."

You obey, positioning yourself across his lap.

"Before we begin, is this something you're okay with me doing to you?"

"Absolutely," you confirm. "I can take it."

Noah hums in understanding. "Such arrogance. You will learn."

His hands begin to touch and caress the flesh of your behind, shaking the cheeks and watching them jiggle with satisfaction. He rubs in slow circles. His hand leaves your ass, forming a cup-shape, and crack.

The first spank stings, and you gasp out. His hand returns to rub the welt.

"Here's how this is going to go. You will get five spanks for our first time. This is your punishment for being such a slut," he rubs slowly. "If you fail to complete the spanking, I'll fuck your mouth. I won't stop if you choke or gag."

You whimper and nod your head.

"I'm glad you understand. If you succeed, princess, I'll have a taste of you for myself."

You mewl, squirming in his lap. "Now, now," he warned you. "Count for me." You nod frantically, wanting so desperately to please him. Although, you wouldn't complain if you failed the test.

The first two spanks were easy. His hand fell on tandem and you dutifully stated each number with each gasp and whimper he pulled from you. You really didn't think you could fail, how could you? Sure, it stung a little, but you could handle it.

As "three" fell from your lips, the usual soothing rub came to ease the sting.

"Everything okay, princess?"

"Yes, sir."

"May I proceed?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he whispered, making you squirm. He chuckled darkly. He pulled apart your cheeks, and leaned down. "Mmm, princess... so wet for me. Oh, I bet you're just aching. Let me help you..."

Noah dipped his fingers in between your legs. His fingers slid between the wet folds and you jolt. His other hand keeps you still and you're left victim to his merciless tease. He softly rubs into your wet heat and you're left mewling against his leg, head hanging.

Noah rubs the tip of his middle finger into your clit. "How's that?"

You nod frantically, unable to speak against his onslaught. At your response, he removes his fingers from your heat and resumes the next spank. The fourth spank is rougher and harder than the last.

"F-four!" You cry out, struggling to hold the composure that remained. "P-please, Noah, I--"

"Hush," he demanded. He caressed the welt, the red marks on your ass much to his liking. "One more for me, princess. You can do it."

Without any warning, Noah's fingers slip once again against your heat. Only this time, he doesn't relent. He teases and pinches your clit and you squirm, earning a dark chuckle from him.

Noah slides his fingers up to your entrance and sinks one finger inside of you and you moan.

"Noahhh, this isn't fair!"

"Be quiet, and don't you dare cum, or you lose," he threatens, and you obey with whimper after whimper as he pumps his finger in and out of you.

He adds another finger, and begins assaulting your clit with the other hand. You're an absolute mess against his lap, his fingers scissoring inside you and rutting against your g-spot. Bliss and pleasure overwhelms you, getting close to the brink as Noah's fingers continue to pump into you, faster and harder.

Your whimpers begin to form into cries, pleading for him to let you cum. Your eyes begin to roll back and you're trying to push back onto his fingers to get more from him.

"You like that baby?" He whispers in your ear. "Gonna cum?"

You nod, mouth agape. Noah smirks and removes his fingers entirely. You groan in frustration, and, as sly as he is, catches you off guard with the fifth and final spank.

Your brain almost can't comprehend the pleasure your body feels, the sting sending you into shock and you almost forget your task.

"F-f-five..." you stutter.

His large, long hands caress both cheeks of your ass and a kiss is planted onto the red welt on the swell of it.

"You're such a good, good girl, princess. I'm impressed. Good job," Noah praises you. "Lay down on your back for me."

You slowly get up and crawl onto the hotel bed mattress and lie down on the cushiony pillows.

"Spread your pretty legs, don't be shy."

You let your legs fall apart, spread against the sheets. Noah sucks in a breath and hums in satisfaction. He crawls up the bed to you, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside as you had. Your eyes feast on the tattoos covering his body.

"God, princess, you're so fucking wet," you moan at his words and he dives in. Noah's tongue licks a wet stripe up your core from your entrance to your clit. You cry out, hands immediately finding his hair. Noah hums and you quiver, the vibrations stimulating you.

He licks into your folds with fervor, as if he hadn't eaten all day. His tongue dances and pokes at your entrance, pleasure spiking and you're squirming against his mouth. Noah laps at your clit, boldly taking the bud into his mouth and sucking at it. He then takes it into his mouth, swirling the sensitive area against his tongue, dancing in circles.

"Noah!!" you cry.

You arch your back, eyes rolling back as you grip his hair and pull, and he groans. Noah adjusts his position, shoving your legs up and he dives deeper into your pussy. He shoves his tongue up into it, swirling it and shaking his head like a rabid dog. You're practically crying out, thrusting against his face and leaving it a wet mess.

Offering you his fingers again, he dives against your clit once more, nipping at it and sucking it; this time, he aids his mouth with his fingers. Thrusting two digits in, his long fingers find your g-spot again. He mercilessly pokes at it, unrelenting with his tongue and fingertips. You're moaning and a mess and it's almost too much.

Your eyes see nothing but stars in the back of your head and you're moaning loudly. You cum and rut onto his mouth. "Fuck, fuck," you gasp.

Noah pops off of your pussy. "Tastes... so good..." he gasps. "I want more."

"I want you so bad, Noah," you whine. "I want you to fuck me."

"What a dirty mouth," he comments, stinking a finger in your mouth as he caresses your jaw. You wrap your lips around his finger and lock eyes with him. You suck and lock eyes with him. He smiles, and removes his finger.

Noah removes his pants and slides his boxers down his slim legs. The only thing you can do is lay there, mouth agape at the beautiful artwork before you. You bite your lip, you just can't wait.

He comes back to you, and you gasp in surprise when he forces your legs against your chest. Noah captures his lips in yours and lines his cock up with your entrance. He wastes no time in sinking in slowly. Due to your wetness, he slides in easily and sinks in as far as he's able. You're both gasping and long moans escape from your mouths and the intense heat between each other's legs.

He begins to move slowly, enjoying the teasing ways your walls grip his cock, threatening to take him deep.

"Fuck, baby... your pussy is just so fucking wet..." he mumbles. A low groan erupts from him, eliciting a moan from you.

His pace begins to quicken and he ruts in deeper. He just can't help himself when you give him the go-ahead by moaning louder.

Pretty soon, the room is filled with explicit sounds from the two of you. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and you're moaning. You're both mumbling the dirtiest phrases to each other, getting each other hotter and higher.

"Fuck" is the only word you chant as he thrusts into you like his life depends on it. He's fucking you hard and unforgiving.

"This pussy is mine," Noah growls into your ear, and you moan.

"Noah!!" You cry as his pace picks up, desperate and greedy. Skin slaps skin, near stinging, relentless. You can't help it when you cum, creating such a sinful sight for Noah as your wetness coats your legs and his cock.

He growls. "Fuck, I'm not done with you yet!" He pulls out and turns you over into doggy, pushing your stomach down and pulling your ass into the air.

He enters you again, finding his rhythm. Pulling you back against his hips in every thrust.

"Take me, take me, take me," you cry out.

Noah groans, picking up his pace. He twists his fingers into the strands of your hair, pulling your head back. He pounds into you, and at this angle the pleasure is overstimulating as his cock hits your spot over and over. He pulls you further back, forcing you to rise to your hands, the pace unforgiving and tears fall down your cheeks.

"Noah!" You cry once more.

Juices run down your legs as you cum one more time, but Noah doesn't seem to be done. You're worn out and fucked into bliss, drooling against the pillow. You can't think and your voice is hoarse.

He groans loudly, letting you know he's almost ready. You push back on his cock and he growls. Wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing gently, he begins fucking in quick ruts. "Fuck, princess, (Y/N)!"

He pulls out of you, his cock glistening and pulsing as his cum shoots out in pearls against your stomach. You moan, but Noah isn't done.

His hand goes to your clit and he smirks. You cry out at the fast quick pace he uses on you, his fingers insert inside of you to smash against your g-spot in one final assault.

"Cum, (Y/N), one more for me," he insists. He doesn't stop, and quickens his pace.

"Noah, please!" You beg, too overstimulated and sensitive.

He doesn't listen, yet urges you towards an orgasm that feels like a tsunami coming for you.

It happens before you can stop yourself, your cum coming out in such a powerful wave that you squirt a little, making such a mess.

This absolutely pleases Noah and he smiles. "Perfect." He kisses your cheek. "You are wonderful." He praises.

You both lay there, panting and laughing, praising one another.

"Shower?"

"I think so."

[another-random-paradise]

Hello! I noticed your account has open requests and I've been searching for a while to find some twst writers lol! I really hope you don't mind this request and I like your works :3

A request about Leona and/or Ruggie realizing that this “naive“ m!reader is actually the king of sunset savannah's entertainer/court jester (you know how kings hired court jesters to entertain them in parties or whatever, I haven't done much research). They can insult Falena and the guards wouldn't beat his ass (since it's literally part of his job) PLUS it pays REALLY GOOD. The beastmen just recently found out because of the reader saying a comment about the King, saying something like “His hair reminds me of a tomato.“ “King Tomato Furry (Falena) said that I'll get a raise lol“ just randomly and went back to work.

I HOPE IT MAKES SENSE PLEASE 😭

A lovers Jest

Your brain is so big, anon. So very big, I love this request so much, you don't even know!! In Leonas part the M!reader is mentioned, but in Ruggies it isn't exactly mentioned, since i didn't want to unnecessarily cramp it in, I hope that's okay! Also Leona finds out during a festival, since i thought it would be funny- Also, I'm sorry this took so long, and thank you for the kind words!! Hope you enjoy :) There are way to many "Also's" in this Intro-

---------------------------------------------------------

Finding out their crush is the Royal Jester

Characters: Leona, Ruggie

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None that i can think off

Leona

-How did he not know earlier about you being his brothers Jester? well, the man was to busy sleeping to partake in any of the royal festivities 

-How you could be so seemingly naive was a mystery to him, it really stunned him at times, but nonetheless you seemed to grow on him, so, you two started to hang out often

-He liked how, behind the closed doors of his room, you're even willing to joke and make fun of his brother. Falena is usually held in high regards by citizens of Sunset Savanna, not that he really minded. That is definitely why you two started hanging out so much (definitely not because he is slowly developing a crush on you, nuh uh)

-He would tease, how, as the second prince, he could report you to his brother and the guards, because of your jokes, only to get a laugh in response for from you. Truly, how naive could you be to not take threats seriously? let alone make jokes so carelessly about the king?! 

-Well, he was quick to find out, when he eventually was forced to go to a royal event! It's Chekas birthday, and the little man was very insistent about having his beloved uncle there! So, reluctantly, he went, no matter how little he wanted to. He did show up late though

-And when he did arrive, he almost immediately sees you. Well, the prince's birthday was commonly celebrated by the entire kingdom, he supposes it wasn't to weird you're here.. But why is there a crowd around you? and why are you standing so close to his brother?! And then, once he got a bit closer, he could finally hear what you were saying 

-"Why, your majesty, King of tomatoes may just be a better fitting title for you!"

-Oh. Oh no no no no no- he just came to terms with having a crush on you, and now you practically throw yourself into prison?! He knows you're naive, but to openly insult the king?! Even as the second prince he won't be able to save you from prison!

-Leona is panicking to say the least, just as he is about to try and intervene and stop you from being thrown into prison for the rest of your live, he suddenly hears his brother..laugh? The guards stand in their place, a few people in the crowd giggling, as his brother and his sister-in-law are full on laughing.

-He just stands there shocked, till Falena finally notices him. "Leona! how nice of you to finally grace us with your presence! I believe you have yet to meet my Jester?" Jester?! It would explain the situation.. "No, we have met before.." 

-respond to his intense stare with a smile, and suddenly he is looking away and blushing ever so slightly

-Suddenly your 'naivety' makes so much sense. You aren't naive, you just love your work so much, you continue to do it outside of working hours

-The rest of the night he spends silently observing you, while having to deal with chekas antics 

-You best believe, that the next time you two hang out, he'll be confronting you, very much wanting to know why you didn't tell him- You probably thought he already knew, since, y'know, he's part of the royal family and all

-This, along with his crush on you, gave him a great Idea. As a second prince, he isn't required to marry a woman, since he doesn't need an heir.. So not only is he free to marry you, he would get to take his brothers favorite Jester from him. For once, he'd be the one to take something from his brother, instead of the other way around! 

-Of course, that isn't the only reason he wants to marry you, dear reader, this lion is head over heels for you- he's just to stubborn to admit it :)

Ruggie

-You and Ruggie have probably already been close for a while, maybe you even have already gone on a date or two!

-And yet, he has yet to know what you do for work. But he does know that you make A LOT of money! He wouldn't just like you for the money, but if you're the kind of person to use at least a small amount to help those in need like himself by giving to charity, or paying for the meals he takes back home for the kids of the slum during the holidays, then that is a definitely one of the reason he fell for you

-He did notice how openly you insulted the King, and he can't say he minds, that man has so much money, and is supposed to take care of his kingdom, and yet there are still kids growing up the way he did. 

-Nonetheless, he usually stops you when your 'naive' enough to Joke about the King in the open, he doesn't need you going to prison, you pay for so many of his meals! He is genuinely in love with you, but just like Leona, too stubborn to admit it

-Until one day, he once again stops you from Insulting the king in public and you reply with a simple "Why? King Tomato-head even said I'd get a raise for that Joke!"

-"Wait what? What do you mean by that??" - If you translated Ruggies expression into words

-"Oh yeah, I'm the Royal Jester! Did I never tell you that?" No, no you did not- but it does explain a lot to Ruggie, why, no matter how much you joked in the open, the guards never went after you, why you were willing to insult the king at all.. You weren't naive, you were just doing your job!

-...Do you think you could also get him a job as jester? He knows a court usually has more than one Jester, and apparently it pays well!.. But that would mean he would spent his holidays at the castle instead of with his grandma and the slum kids. Yeah, he'll leave the Jesting to you

-But suddenly, instead of stopping you from telling your jokes, he'll help you come up with them! He knows, that the funnier a Jester is, the more they'll get paid, and you best believe he's making sure you bring home that bag!!

-...Also, maybe if you have a holiday off, you'd be willing to come with him to the slums and perform for the kids? He can only imagine how exited they would be to see the performance of an actual jester. 

-If you say yes, he'd literally be willing to marry you on the spot, he's already picking a venue

Tbh, not that proud of Leonas part, the words didn't wanna word- But I'm still pretty proud of myself nonetheless ngl

Also, two posts in one day, I feel so productive-

I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is welcomed, just be nice :)

Have a lovely day/night!

[koroart]

Do you ever think about Lambert bringing baby Dimitri to important king meetings and like. He'll start it off with "Don't you dare wake up my son."

Toddler Dimitri sitting on Lambert's shoulders, playing with his hair

Child Dimitri sitting next to Lambert, patiently(slightly impatiently) waiting for his dad[Dimitri just wants to play]

Teenage Dimitri giving his input sometimes{Lambert asks for it sometimes}

Oh absolutely, i think about it SO MUCH!!!!

Baby Dimitri probably spent a good portion of his baby years in a swaddle against his father's chest ( man did not want to give him away to the nurses!! That's his baby, he brithed him ( he did not) and Lambert, the great King of Faerghus, just walking around with a sleeping Dimitri snuggled against his chest is both the sweetest and most unserious sight to behold.

He takes Dimitri to meetings and is just "Good morning, I have a sleeping baby, so please keep the arguments to a minimum. " and no one could say otherwise. Lambert does it on purpose sometimes because dealing with these people gives him headaches, and he knows no one dares disturb a sleeping baby.

And with toddler Dimitri, Lambert would ask for his opinion in such a serious manner, like --

"What do you think we should prioritize this harvest, Mitya?"

*toddler babble sounds*

" I had the same thoughts."

Child Dimitri is a good boy! But he does get a little restless while with his father so most times he doesn't go with him to meetings, but on days he's feeling particularly clingy ( as any kid would be ), he endures the boredom because he just wants to be with his father so he would just take a nap on Lambert’s lap or fiddle with his gauntlets or if Dimitri is addressed, he gives his little kid opinion ( mostly in jest and it gets a good laugh out of everyone but he still tries to give a good answer! He's future king after all!! ) but you bet your butt he's the first to zoom outta that room while tugging on his dad's hand ( or fingers because his hands are too gotdang small!! ) wanting to go training or riding out because Lambert promised!!

Teenage Dimitri of course, takes his time during these meetings more seriously and pays attention while his father and the lords speak and like you said, he does his best in his own input and learns from his time there. Of course, he's also a teenager, so he's still gonna be a little restless too, which would show in him bouncing his leg or fidgeting with the pen in his hand. Lambert would put a stop to that with a gentle hand on Dimitri’s lap or him taking the pen away from Dimitri so it wouldn't end up breaking. Nonetheless! Dimitri is dutiful in his learning, so he often tries to accompany his father to the meetings.

[lotomber]

You try to pull "I'm pregnant" prank on them!

Involves: Dazai, Atsushi, Kunikida, Ranpo

Synopsis: You were bored out of your mind, so why not play a prank on them?

Warning: Slightly suggestive?, not proof read

Dazai ❣

After Dazai came back home from work. He found you sitting on the couch, he came and hugged you from behind. But you just got away from him and look at him with a serious face.

"Dazai we need to talk" you said looking him dead in the eye.

"What happened Bella? Is something wrong?" he looked concerned.

"I'm pregnant"

"What!" He was shocked hearing your sudden declaration but he soon figured out what you were trying to pull. So he decided to play along. He picked you up and start swinging you around in a happy burst.

"Bella I can't believe I'm going to be father! So will it be a boy or girl? Well it doesn't matter cause either way we'll love the baby!" Now you were starting to feel bad after seeing his reaction not knowing how to tell him that you were just trying to pull a prank.

"Oh and we should also pick names, no wait first we should also inform others." He picked up his phone to call others before you stopped him.

"Wait dazai I...."

"Hmm what happened Bella, do you want to say something?" he noticed you panicking a bit and he was enjoying every second of it.

" I'm sorry I was just joking. I didn't thought that you would take it so seriously." Dazai burst out laughing seeing your guilty face. and you were just confused.

"I know what you were trying to pull bella, so I just went along with you." Now you felt stupid for even trying to prank him. Then he leaned closer to ear and whispered.

"But that doesn't mean we can't try to get you pregnant~"

Atsushi ❣

It was late in the evening. You both just had dinner and Atsushi was helping you clean up. He was washing the dishes while you were cleaning the dining table.

"Atsushi I'm pregnant." you said casually cleaning the table.

"Oh you're pregnant, Wait! What!" The dish dropped from his hand as he realized what you just said, His face turned red as tomato.

" I...I am so sorry, I didn't think it would happen. We'll just figure something out so please don't panic."

"Atsushi I am not the one who's panicking it's you."

"No I...I just don't know, I'm really sorry just please don't be angry at me." You couldn't help but giggle a bit seeing him so flustered. So you just told him that you were joking or else he might get a panic attack.

"Hey hey calm down It was just a prank." He just blushed heavily from the embarrassment.

"I'm sorry I didn't meant to scare you like that." After that you had to calm him down and felt bad for pranking him.

"I was not scared it's just that we are still young so not now but later when we more stable umm maybe then err only if you want to then we can umm have, err baby." This time you were the one who blushed as you nodded agreeing to him.

Kunikida ❣

It was morning, he was leaving for agency after having breakfast. When you suddenly stopped him saying you had something important to tell him.

"What is it? please make it quick I am already 10 minutes late from my schedule."

"I'm pregnant" you said with a serious tone looking straight at him.

" What! no wait you're pregnant? Are you sure"? he tried to remain calm despite his initial shock and bewilderment.

"Yes of course I'm sure I am pregnant!" you said firmly. He just remained shocked and blushed for a while before recollecting himself.

"Okay! I'm sorry this happened but don't worry I'll take responsibility. First let's go to a hospital we should get you check-up." You just couldn't control your laugh anymore and burst into a fit of laughter. Kunikida just got really confused at your sudden behavior.

"Ha ha ha I'm sorry it's your reaction is just funny and I was just joking" you couldn't help but giggle at his take to the situation. His face turned red again but this time from anger.

" You! you what kind of jest are you doing? It's all because you've been friends with dazai for so long! Are you starting to get his non sensical habits too?" After that you got a long lecture on why you shouldn't be doing such pranks.

Ranpo ❣

You both were sitting in the cafe below agency when you suddenly got this idea to prank him.

"Hey Ranpo! I'm pregnant." you said waiting for his reply but he just looked at you a bored expression.

" Y'know it's not funny." You asked him what?

" I know what you're trying to do and it's not funny. I know you're not pregnant. " He figured out what you were thinking before you even said anything.

"How are you so sure that I am not pregnant I mean there could still be a chance? "

" You're right! There could be a chance. But you and I, both very well know that you are not pregnant. Atleast not yet." he smirked as he left, Leaving you flustered at your own absurdity.

A/N- Should I make a part 2 with other characters? Tell me if you want me to do some specific character!

[isa-ghost]

Fuck it, Possessed qPhil headcanons

Hi! Welcome to the headcanons that started my fic Awake Me From My Nightmare. You might've heard of it. It's so surreal revisiting these several months later and seeing how they've developed in the story.

It starts out slow. Little quirks that pop up or intensify and sail over his head. They're harmless, or seem justified after all. Like his impulses to steal shiny or neat things activating more often. His aggression towards threats like the Purgatory workers or Feds growing to proportions usually unlike him. It flies under his radar, and under the radar of everyone closest to him. Ender King is methodical and careful with the start of it all, and it works. His influence begins to fester inside Phil more and more over time.

The process of the possession is the worst part. It stings like dragon's breath. Every nerve in his body is on fire, his wings in ten times the agony as they're already so sore. His eyes flash between their usual ocean blue and a fierce, foreign, violent purple. Blink and you'll miss it, but his pupils occasionally thin into draconic slits. The hallucinations get worse, so much worse, and so much more vivid. He loses track of time so easily, hours worth of it. The progression is convincingly sentient, it strikes when he's alone like it KNOWS he's vulnerable and there's no one around to witness the way it tortures him, temporarily immobilizing him as every inch of his body burns and aches like it's soaking in acid. His own tears start to vaguely sting and splashing his face with cold water in an attempt to ground himself is a MISTAKE. Oh god, he's in so, so much pain... And that's what makes him succumb in the end. He can't take the burning of his wings anymore.

He feels.. so.. hollow. So empty inside. Like this deep, inconceivable void has opened up inside him and is devouring every inch of his being until nothing is left. And... it feels so right. It feels so deserved...

No, this is definitely deserved. All that guilt he felt before is gone. That must mean this is him finally being punished for all his failures, right? For being so weak?

He doesn't want help, he's perfectly fine. Why are you looking at him like that? Please, as if you could do anything about this anyway. Don't make him roll his eyes. You couldn't fix this even if he let you. You think you stand a chance against him, The Angel of Death? You'd never win.

His temper is so unstable. He snaps at people he'd never snap at. He yells, he never yells unless it's in jest or at the Feds. He lashes out. He'd NEVER seriously lay a hand on any of the others. He'd never so much as genuinely threaten them. What's come over him? And why won't he answer the others when they ask?

He isolates. He deserves to be alone. Also he can't be bothered with those two needy children, can't a man breathe for a bit? This infection inside him festers more and more, the longer he's away from the things that could tug at his heartstrings or prod at his memory.

So many things have become a blur. Did he say that? Did he do that? When did that happen? What's this "abueli" sign mean? Who's this "Missa" you speak of? What do you mean we're friends? I've never met you in my life. I think I'd remember being friends with a man with a mechanical arm.

The sunlight hurts. It hurts SO much. Keep it off him, keep it away from him, don't bring him outside.

His insides feel like they're withering. He can't eat, it comes right back up. Even bending down or moving certain ways hurts. It's like he's shriveling up and decaying from the inside out. No he doesn't need help.

The longer you watch him, the more obvious it becomes that he's fighting a parasite inside. And it's agonizing to watch. There's nothing you can do, you don't even know what's wrong with him, and he won't tell you. But he can't hide the way he's losing control of himself. It feels like you're watching him die right in front of you. The immortal you've always thought of as both an unstoppable force and unmovable object. Dying.

The moments of clarity are the worst. The way awareness hits him like a brick. He's abandoned Chayanne and Lullah for who knows how long. Has someone taken them under their care in his absence? His friends have seen him in such a pathetic, terrifying, unsavable state. He's mortified. Has he hurt anyone? What destruction has he wrought? Where has he been? How long has it been since he was last in control of himself?

He can't bear looking people in they eyes anymore. Even looking them in the face is a challenge. It borderline disgusts him. It makes him viscerally uncomfortable.

He's terrified to see his reflection. He knows the changes aren't all in his head. They aren't just behavioral.

Something startles him. Suddenly he's on the roof of the nearest building, or in a tree. But... he didn't shoot his grappling squawk. He didn't even have the tool in his hand. Did he just.. teleport?

He doesn't startle again. He is no longer flight, he was never freeze. He is always fight. Even when it's unnecessary, even when it's an ally that surprised him, he swings. He almost immediately comes to his senses every time & quickly moves so he misses. But there's no mistaking that those swings are intended to be precise and lethal.

His vision starts to change, like the way the world looks when you possess an enderman in spectator mode. It's a gamble if his vision is normal or not every time he wakes up.

Eventually he stops sleeping though. And stops talking to Rose. Stops showing up at the Sanctuary. Chayanne & Lullah keep going though. They've been talking to her, desperate to find a way to bring their Papa back into control for good.

He stops eating too. Ender King He doesn't need to. He's slowly becoming a skeleton of himself. How.. ironic, given the Ender King's state last Phil saw it in person.

It's convenient that depriving Phil of sustenance and sleep makes him weak enough to keep controlling with ease. :) It keeps him too weak to resist. :)

Phil always has a shred of awareness of his situation and surroundings even when Ender King has full control. He knows the harm being carried out by his hands. He knows the vile things being said with his tongue. The guilt is so unbearable. He wants it to stop. But he's so weak. And this is his punishment for being weak. He doesn't deserve to break free of this possession until he can do it himself. But the longer he stays under, the weaker he gets...

The longer he's subdued, the more convinced he becomes that this is deserved, escape is futile, all is lost and it's hopeless. But is that him thinking that, or one of the many ways EK is keeping him complacent? Preying upon his insecurities and flaws. Stupid greedy insecure old crow.

The above doesn't mean he isn't going out of his way to make being possessed as difficult as possible though. He's inconveniencing Ender King EVERY step of the way. He didn't want this, and no amount of overthinking his way into believing he deserves this will make him forget that.

When it's finally over, he has nightmares for MONTHS. It wouldn't surprise him if they were chronic. He doesn't tell anyone but Fit, and he doesn't tell him all of them.

It takes a long while after he's been saved for him to remember water no longer hurts him. He avoids it like the plague. Every time he even hears water moving, all he can think about is the way it stings worse than falling in lava.

The social part of recovery after it's all over is the worst. The guilt and shame make him want to hide and never talk to another person again, yet he can't stand being alone. He gets too paranoid.

Other Phil headcanon sets:

Set 1

Set 2

Set 3

Set 4

Set 5

Set 6

Set 7 (Eggza Edition)

[nescence]

Melancholy Affection

Gojo Satoru X Fem!Reader

Summery ↓

The Strongest comes to you for company

Warnings: Angst, one-sided, no proper smut.

You enjoyed your time alone in the apartment, the rain falling outside heavy. Each drop that hits hard on the concrete floor representing the problems of the outside world, a reminder of the disturbances you've had up until this moment. The world of sorcerers and curses isn't meant for everybody. That life only results pain and suffering, a life that's hard to get out of. But even with the regrets you carry in your heart. You're glad you left it all behind, glad you were one of those lucky enough to be exiled, because not many can leave at will. Those with weight sat on their shoulders those who're seen as the pillar of that society.

But for now, in this moment, you drown in your peace. Something that hasn't been a luxury to you even after your exiling from being a sorcerer. You close your eyes, enjoying the warmth, the sounds of raindrops - nothing disturbing you.

Nothing until you felt it.

Your eyes slowly bat open, from a aura as strong and suffocating as that you knew who it was automatically. And yet your heart still skips a beat.

As if you were a magnet, disturbance comes to your door step. And to make matters worse, it's one you can't turn away so easily.

Opening the door, you're met with Gojo. The man who remains the main pillar of the society you managed to be set free from, the one who can't escape his responsibilities. And one of your very few regrets.

"Thought i was dead to you" you deadpan, not bothering to greet him. Both of you shared the same expression: emotionless and cold. you thought anyway. With those bandages on who could tell what he's feeling? But his demeanor neither felt confident or the opposite. He doesn't answer, instead taking a step forward. You frown about to speak but as his arms wrap around you, your eyes widen, his sudden hug taking all the words out of your vocabulary. You stood there shocked, his head rests on your shoulder. Still no words coming from him.

"Gojo-- what--" You attempt to push him of you, but he simply tightens his hold around you. You were ready to curse him, kick him out and give him all the hurt you have built up but...

"Please" He mumbles, and you're put into shock. Never have you heard Gojo Satoru beg so vulnerably in your entire time knowing him. No words are said, you remain in silence allowing him to hold you. The rain being the only filler between you both. After a while he finally lets you go, as he pulls away you could tell his eyes were on you despite the bandages. "You can stay" you beat him to his question, he wouldn’t here just to give you a hug and leave. No. that's not Gojo, no matter how weird he can be. Him being this vulnerable with you wasn't out of nowhere. Something's happened but he has to be the one to tell you.

It doesn't take time for him to get comfortable, both of you sat on the couch. Watching the show silently.

"Come back" Breaking the comfortable silence, Gojo turns to you. his words catch you off guard, you only scoff. "And what? get executed?" You jest, eyes returning to the show. "No, they won't touch you. I won't let them" He spoke seriously, still looking you whilst you raise your brows trying to brush his words off as a joke.

"I'm not coming back Gojo"

"Why..."

"Because i don't want to babysit your students" you turn to him after cutting him off. Clearly wanting to avoid that subject. Was that what he was here for?

"Why're you calling me that?" his question throws you off guard, your smile lowering. "Because...we’re strangers aren’t we?” You use his words right back at him, Gojo sighs. Now realising how much he hurt you that day. About to speak again, Gojo cuts you off in the most rudest but nicest way possible. Your body reacts immediately, lips melting into his, no thought crosses your mind. Nothing to think about. You simply enjoy the nostalgic feel of his lips against yours, the softness and warmth taking you back to a comforting time. Times when you’d find yourself in his arms, times where you’d both find each other in the dark. All that excitement, warmth and comfort coming back to you. A simple kiss already giving you such memories. “Do strangers do this?” He mumbles, forehead resting against yours with a gentle smile on his face. You take a second to reply, wanting so bad to take off his blindfold - to see what he’s thinking through the infinite colour of his eyes.

“No Satoru” Your reply makes him smile wider, his lips returning to their place on yours. Your arms wrap around his neck, the kiss becoming deeper by each passing second. It doesn’t take long for his shirt to come off, revealing his toned body. Something you haven’t seen in what felt like years. Yours is off right after, his delicate kisses now on your exposed skin. His touch and kisses make your heard warm. Something filled with passion and love….

Meant for someone else.

The words from him fill your mind. The state he came to you in. All of a sudden the warmth you felt from the nostalgia to the butterflies in your stomach. Gone. Now your mind was flooded with thoughts and questions. What’s wrong? He ended this relationship ages ago. Why? Because he didn’t want to hurt you further, but what he’s doing. Kissing you as if nothing happened.

“Satoru” you call his name, hearing a hum in response. Placing your hands on his cheek you bring him to face you. “What’s wrong?”.

You could tell there was shift in his energy by the question you asked, the same silence from when he was at your door engulfs you both. Removing your hands, Gojo goes back to kissing you as if you never said anything. As if nothing happened. You watch him, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Stop” you demanded, and he did. His weight comes off you, now his back remains facing you.

“What’s wrong?” You notice the concerning shift in demeanour. The confidence in Gojo’s entire aura and body gone. “Tell me Satoru, please” you plead, concern in your remains growing by the second. Only for it to spike by his voice.

“Nothing”

There’s a silence before he suddenly stands up, back still turned. Before you could ask him where he’s going Gojo picks up his shirt.

No. He’s not leaving like this.

You follow his action, also getting up. You quickly overtake him. When faced with him, your thumbs immediately caress the wet patches on his bandages. Your hands slowly go to the back of his head, carefully unwrapping the bandages from his face. Your heart nearly breaks seeing the eyes of the man you’ve always seen so confident and happy. Broken. His eyes that once reminded you of the beautiful tropical seas, now looking like that of a neglected lake. His eyes blushed red, tears still running as you stared at him with such care and concern.

“I killed him” he says, voice cracking. “He’s dead [name]…Suguru…” your heart drops at the mention of the name. Suguru….

Ah yes…why else would he be here? Why else would he be in such a condition?. Getou Suguru…His one and only. Dead. The one that had him weirdly pouring his love filled kisses onto you. As you said…kisses meant for someone else. Gojo’s hand run through his hair, his body slowly collapsing onto the floor.

“I killed him. It was my fault” his voice now filled with the heartbreak and sadness he’s had built up for years. Tears no longer held back as he broke down at your feet. Someone as strong as Gojo, at your feet weak with emotion. You stare ahead, heart clenching and eyes welling up with tears. Now you know why he said all those things to you. He wanted to hurt you enough so you don’t feel for him. Wanted to ends things before your love for him got any deeper than it was. But like a fool you stayed loving him. You steep down to his level, hand wrapping around him. Your face rests on his back, hand gently patting him. Leaving him to let it out, let out the tears and guilt that his love for another wasn’t enough to protect him.

“I’m useless, all this power and I—” he chokes out, the frailness of his voice breaking you. A completely different person from the one you knew.

“Shhh” you place a kiss on his skin, a kiss that was actually meant for him. Your tears now streamed down your face just like his was. Why were you crying? Because the man you loved will never love you at the same level as someone else? Or because it pained you seeing him in this condition. The kisses that he left on you from before now only became blisters. “It’s ok Toru” your gently voice, delicate embrace and fragile kisses. All three calming him down, all three showing him the affection you have for him. Affection he’s taking advantage of.

“I just want things to go back to normal [name]” he mumbles. Your squeeze your eyes shut. Now that makes sense.

“Come back”

“Do strangers do this?”

You’re a fool, thinking he missed you. Thinking he genuinely wanted you back. An idiot.

“That’s why you came here? To make things normal?” you ask him, still patting and rubbing his back. The silence makes your heart skip a beat. It’ll hurt. His answer.

“Yeah” he says, “I wanted it to feel like nothings happened” he adds on as if to put salt in your wound. Bastard. A cruel fucking bastard he is. But what can he do? Who else can he go to?. Suguru’s dead.

“That’s mean” your voice breaks, your heart wants to say more. Curse him. Tell him he’s a dick for coming to you in this condition to cry about someone else, coming to you only to disturb your peace and quiet. To reopen wounds and memories you buried deep in yourself. And it took him simply showing up at your door.

Fuck you.

You fought against those two words, restricting them from coming out. You were hurt but he was wounded. And it’s probably a wound that’ll never heal. So just for tonight. Just for tonight you’ll swallow your emotions and give him the affection you’ve been wanting to give him, the love you’ve been longing to show him. Just this one night.

And Gojo knew, he knows how cruel it is to use you in this way. To stab you like this after already hurting you before. He knows. And yet when he had no one else your face appeared, the memories you shared came rushing to him in his moment of despair and loneliness. Even if he couldn’t share the feeling he shared the memories, cherished them. But he can’t say that out loud, he can’t confuse you more than he already has. His remains filled with thoughts, regrets and feelings of guilt. The least he could do was protect you, protect you like he couldn’t protect his best friend. That was enough wasn’t it?. That was enough to show he does care for you in a way.

Both of you marinate in a silence you couldn’t describe. As if back to normal, you remain in each other’s company. His head now rests on your lap, your fingers stroking his hair. Nothing is said. Nothing apart from the random “I’m sorry” from Gojo, your hands halt before returning to stroking his hair. “It’s a bit too late for that don’t you think?” You say, a sad chuckle coming from him.

“It still needed to be said. I’m sorry [name] I mean it” he says again. Sorry was barely anything at this point. “Shh” you say gently “Sleep, I’ll go back with you if you do”.

“Really?” He asks, the shock evident in his voice. “Yeah” you confirm. “That’s good. I missed you”

Liar.

[vapolis]

High key feel like, if the merc were an RO, they would quickly skyrocket to the top of the popularity poll. Like, imagine instead our MC is some rando coming to the city looking for a better life (ala cyberpunk Night City style) and they run into this rabid dog merc. A rabid dog merc who is very damaged, secretly touch starved and EXTREMELY lonely, in need of saving from themself, etc etc. Perfect combo for a fan favorite romance!!! (this is all said in good jest btw, i love the story how it is now, please don't take this too seriously-)

yeah, I agree. I think someone like the merc as a RO would be super popular, especially if the mc is a little more reserved. people looove insane little ROs that pull their mcs out of their routines/shells

[aratribow]

I love how your art stays almost stagnant in a homey way. I scrolled down a bit to look at some of your art (I'm obsessed sorry I hope you don't mind) and while you did improve on lighting quite a bit, you still have such a distinct and uniquely beautiful artstyle that makes me feel at home whenever I see it. Everyone talks about how an artist's work tastes (I do too) but what about FEEL? Yours feels like a warm fireplace in the coldest winter. Tysm for posting when you don't have to. Everyone appreciates the beauty of your art, but I also want to take the time to appreciate the time you took to create your art (proofreading this particular sentence was really funny LMAO). How many YEARS it took to get to your desired style. You are an amazing artist and I hope you enjoy drawing, however please prioritize your life (school, jobs?) so you can prosper. Perhaps I'm making this too long but what I mean to say is will you marry me

(I wanted to end it at that but just in case you think I'm serious this is a joke a JOKE I jest haha 🙏 unless...)

seriously though! I mean every word! You and your art are amazing!! 💕)

M so sorry op but this is SOOO JINGHENGJING ASF I SWEAR, fan jy and artist dh frfr and i make no rules

Me 👆 reading this wall of LOVE THAT U TOOK TIME OUT OF YOUR DAY TO WRITE LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AND NO OP HOW CAN I EVER MIND U SCROLLING THROUGH MY BLOG WKSBKSNS M JUST ISNSJSSJW NOT ENOUGH WORDS. I've just been WAILING the entire time reading this and and YOU'RE SO SWEET OMG, validation is OFF THE ROOFS WITH THIS ONE.

M so happy my art feels like a fireplace on the coldest winters op....KSNSJSN SOBS

No shit but the sentence that made U laugh while proofreading? That's A LOT FOR ME. M JUST RESPECTFULLY DYING IN A CORNER, THAT'S SOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TwT

And I do prioritize my studies op, thanku for your concerns ^^ also KSHDJENSKEJJE I AM SO SORRY BUT THE "what I mean to say is will you marry me?" HAD ME IN SHAMBLES. I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT BUT OMGGG DAS SO CUTE OF U

THANKU SM FOR YOUR ASK OP ur so adorbs omg. Have a great day/night!! MWAH

[justmeinadaze]

I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 2 (Steddie X You)

Warnings with some notes: Soft Dom Steddie and Singer Reader, Smut and angst, reader has flashbacks of her fight with Simon from the last chapter (Domestic violence trigger!), her need to numb with alcohol and drugs is touched on briefly, Eddie alludes to his past with his dad.

This chapter does deal with some darker themes of Y/N feeling like she's nothing because toxic people have made her believe that. Please never forget that you matter and your feelings ARE valid <3.

Word Count: 4305

Your eyes snapped open to darkness as the images from your nightmare were slowly beginning to fade away. Nightmares weren’t new for you but this one involving Simon trying to hurt you was. It took you moment as you sat up to catch your breath to remember you weren’t alone in your guest bedroom tonight. 

Ever the gentlemen, even though you asked them to sleep in bed with you, both men had fallen asleep as close to the edge that they could and on top of your covers. Eddie was facing you, his arms folded against his chest as he slept. Steve’s chest gently rose and fell as his head remained angled towards the bedroom door. 

Without jostling the bed too much, you crawled out from under your blanket and headed for the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You stared at the whiskey bottle on the counter, frozen in place as the night’s events played through your mind. 

Simon was already irritable when you came back from having lunch with the guys but after telling him where you were he had gotten extremely jealous. 

“They are security, not your fucking friends. Why are you having lunch with them?!”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe cause they earned it. They did protect your girlfriend from a mob last night.”

“A mob? Seriously? You’re so fucking dramatic.”

“You wouldn’t know because you weren’t fucking there even though you said you would be!”

“Are you fucking them?”

“I’m not even going to entertain that with an answer.”, you scoff.

Simon’s arm shoots out, gripping your biceps tightly as you whine in pain. “You will fucking entertain it. Tell me now or I swear to God, Y/N…”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Simon. Oh my god. You caught me.”, you respond sarcastically as you widen your eyes in jest. “I just met them last week and I swear…I couldn’t get them inside me fast enough. Even though I’ve been planning an album, tour, and singing at the concert I had, I still had enough time to just blow their minds. It only takes 2 minutes, right, baby? ‘In and out’ At least that’s how I refer to our sex life.”

His palm collided with your cheek hard, knocking your back into the adjacent wall.

“I have never once heard you or any other fucking woman complain. You think you’re so smart and perfect. Let me tell you, sweetie, you’re not. You’re just like every other fucking small-town whore who comes to the city to become ‘something’. There is absolutely nothing special about you, babe, and deep down you know that. That’s why you ply yourself with drugs and fucking liters of vodka. You. Are. Nothing.”

A tear escapes down your eye and you scold yourself internally for letting him see how much his words were hurting you. Abruptly, you lift you knee, hitting his stomach, and running to your bedroom as he howls in pain.

“Sweetheart?”

“Jesus!” You jump as the glass in your hand falls to the ground.

“Hey. Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you alright?”, Eddie asked, hands held up in surrender as he slowly moves towards you.

“Yeah, I…shit. I didn’t hear you come in.” As you start to step forward, his hand reaches out to lightly grab your forearm. 

“No. Don’t move. You aren’t wearing any shoes or slippers. Let me clean this up for you.”

You couldn’t help but softly giggle as he bent down to get the big pieces of glass with his hands. “Neither are you.”

“True but my feet aren’t as pretty as yours. I mean with the…”, he gestures towards your pedicured toes. 

“Are you…security guarding my feet, Mr. Munson?”

A small smirk slides across his face as he rises and throws the pieces into the trash before reaching into a nearby closet to grab a broom.

“You could say that. They are a part of you and I’m supposed to protect you so… plus I like the pastel purple color thing you got going on there.”

“It’s my favorite color. Usually my nails have to match the outfit but depending on my shoes I can have that be any color really so I always choose purple.” Eddie’s grin grows as he nods his head, finishing his task and putting everything away. “Thank you…again…for tonight.”

“Of course. Probably a silly question but how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.”, you lie. 

He nods again, his fingers tracing your arm where Simon had grabbed you. You tried not to flinch but it hurt too much. The metalhead opens your freezer and takes the first frozen, bagged item he sees before waving you to follow him as he heads for your couch. 

Carefully, he places the cold object on your bruises making you wince. 

“Growing up, when I had bruises like these, my mom would put peas or steak on my wound and tell me that it had healing powers. For a while I believed her because the next day the cuts and bruises didn’t hurt as bad.”

“Were you just a rough and tumble kid? Why did you get hurt so much?”

“My father would probably tell you it’s because I deserved it.” His beautiful brown eyes met yours, telling a story that he couldn’t just yet. 

“Oh…”

“Is everyone ok?” Steve sleepily sauntered into the living room and tossed himself onto one of your comfy chairs. 

“Took you long enough, Stevie. She’s been up for…”, Eddie glances at his watch. “…15 minutes. Give or take.” He chuckles at your shocked expression. “You were mumbling in your sleep and then kind of groaned when you woke up. That fully woke me up. I thought you were getting something to drink and then coming back. When you didn’t, I went searching till I found you staring into the void of the kitchen counter.”

“Yeah. I kind of got lost in thought for a moment.”

“Can we ask what you were thinking about?”

You turned towards the other boy, unsure if you should be honest. 

“I was going over the fight Simon and I had.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. I’d rather talk about you guys.”

“I have an idea. Why don’t we make some breakfast, get some coffee, and then you can ask us anything you want to.”

“Ok. I don’t have many foods in here but…” Your eyes follow Steve as he stands up and heads for your kitchen. 

“Hm. I see eggs and bacon.” He starts pulling ingredients out and placing them on the counter, pausing to look at you. “Are you going to come help me or not?”

You giggle as you head his way, not noticing when Eddie smiles after you before getting up himself and disappearing down the hallway. 

“I have zero idea how to cook anything.”

“Well, thankfully, eggs are one of the easiest things to make.” Your eyes focus as you watch him work, listening to every tip he gives you. “Here, take this and I’m going to start the coffee.”

Panicking internally, you take the spatula from his hand, coping everything you had seen him do. After a couple of minutes, you felt his palm tenderly press against your lower back. 

“There you go. Pfft Miss I have no idea how to cook.” Steve grins down at you as your eyes light up at his compliment, proud that you were able to do something with the added bonus of making him happy. “Alright, let me plate this here. Ed! Food!”

Your eyes swing around the room, not realizing he had left it at all. 

“I’m comin’! Geez. I cleaned up the mess on your bedroom floor, Y/N. Later today, we’ll see about getting your door hooked back up, okay?”

“I…thank you. I could have helped you.”

Eddie takes a seat at your table as you plop down beside him and begin digging into your food. Steve brings you a cup filled to the brim with caffeine and sits across from his friend. 

“It’s no problem. He did more damage to the door and you…” You glance down at your plate as you take another small bite. Ringed fingers slide into your peripherals and tap your hand. “What did you want to ask us?”

“Are you from California?”

“Indiana actually.”, Steve answers. “Small town hidden away.”

“You said you were good at protecting people. Did you do that in Indiana?”

“At the bar in town, yeah. I used to play there with my band and on the weekends it would get a bit…rough. Steve saved my ass when some big, muscle-bound guy tried to punch me because he thought I was flirting with his girlfriend while we were playing.”

“He was but that’s beside the point.”, the other boy jokingly whispers making you laugh. 

“We also had some kids we grew up with that were bullied a lot so we protected them.”, Eddie smiled. “About two years ago, Harrington suggested we move out here to get more clients and make more money. For a while we were with this indie band but then they broke up.”

“Oof. I don’t have a band so no worries about that here. So, what’s your end goal? Do you want your own security company or…?”

“I mean technically we do have our own security company. Eddie and I are freelance so we don’t answer to anyone.” You nod your head at his answer as you take a sip from your cup. “What about you? Where are you from?”

“Haven’t goggled me yet, I see.”

“No fun in that especially when I’m sure whatever we would read would have some glaring plot holes.”

“True. I’m from a city down south. Definitely not a small town up bringing but very much a hardheaded one. My family always wanted me to be ‘something’ like a doctor or a teacher. I knew that wasn’t for me.”

“They don’t like that you sing?”

“My parents don’t get it. They see ‘real music’ as something like Johnny Cash or Dolly Parton. Since I’m not on that level I haven’t officially made it to them. I’m just fucking around on stage with a microphone.”, you roll your eyes. 

“I know Johnny Cash. I don’t think I’ve ever listened to Dolly Parton.” Your jaw drops open as you stare at Steve. 

“He’s a bit sheltered, sweetheart.”, Eddie teases. 

Quickly getting to your feet, you run to the bedroom to grab your phone, scrolling through it as you sit back down. “9 to 5” by Dolly Parton begins to play through the little speaker as you hold It out towards him. 

“On Saturday mornings, I remember waking up to my mom blaring this song with the windows open as she cleaned. The sun always seemed to shine through the windows perfectly and she seemed so happy. We would sing together while I helped her.” You smiled as your got lost in the memory. 

“I like it.”, Steve grinned as he bobbed his head. The music cut off as a phone call came through and you sighed, recognizing the ID. “Who is it this early?”

“Simon. He’s calling from the police station for me to bail him out.”

“Is that something you normally do?”, Eddie asked, huffing under his breath when you nod your head. “Y/N, he’s never going to stop taking advantage of you if you keep letting him and bailing him out.”

Anger suddenly flooded your expression as you turned on him. “Look, you don’t get it. I’m really sick and fucking tired of you two constantly pointing out how ‘weak’ I am by letting people ‘take advantage’ of me!”

“Did we say she was weak?” The metalhead turned towards his friend who promptly shook his head in response. 

“She’s definitely not weak. Scared maybe.”

“Pfft, please! What do I have to be scared of?!”

“Being alone, I imagine. Going back to being that southern little girl who was nothing.”, Steve shrugs as he leans back in his chair.

“I’m not nothing! Why do people keep saying that!?” You rise from your chair and stomp towards the kitchen, reaching for the bottle of vodka, popping the top, and chugging some of it back. 

You yelp as the bottle is yanked from your grasp and you watch as Eddie pours the liquid down the drain. “We didn’t say you were nothing. He’s saying YOU feel that way. Why is that, Y/N? Does Simon keep telling you that? Because if anyone here is nothing it’s that asshole.”

“You are not my father. You can’t just throw out my stuff like that!”

“Stop acting like a child and we’ll stop treating you like one.”

In defiance, you reach in your cabinet to grab another bottle of the hard liquor but Steve blind sides you as he comes up from behind and takes it from your hands. You stomp your feet as Eddie pours its contents down the sink as well. 

As you bend down to grab another, he blocks the area with his body.

“Move, Steve.”

He matches your glare with one of his one. “Make me. Hell, I’ll even make you deal. If you can move me, you can have what’s inside and we won’t stop you.”

Growling, you try and shove at his body with your small frame but it’s no use, he’s too strong.

“Stop it, Steve! Move!”

“Oh, come on, little girl. You’re giving up that easy?” 

You continue to throw a tantrum as you fold your arms over your chest. For moment you pause as you become slightly aware that you are being more of a brat than normal. Is it because they were pushing you? As your eyes shifted between theirs you noticed that dominate air return that you had only seen in them. 

They see it to within your demeanor as you partially descended into the headspace. They knew this was a professional boundary they shouldn’t cross but it was hard to be levelheaded when your big, beautiful eyes continued to penetrate theirs with need. A need to be protected and feel loved; to feel safe.

“You don’t need alcohol to make you feel better, honey.”

“Yeah? And what do I need, Steve?”

He took one confident step forward, backing you into the island behind you. “Personally, I think you need to be reminded how important you are and how much you matter. You need to be shown how fucking gorgeous you are and deserve to be treated right.”

Eddie’s lower belly grazed your hand as he came to your side. “You deserve to be up on a pedestal, Y/N.” Your eyes flutter shut as his lips graze the shell of your ear. “That way we can pull you off of it and make you cum till you’re begging us to stop.”

Your fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt as you pull his lips to yours. Fuck he tastes so good…

You’re both panting once you’re finally able to pull away. 

“Th-this is…we shouldn’t be doing this.”, you whisper.

“No, we shouldn’t.” Steve’s palms grip your thighs as he lifts you onto the counter, kissing you passionately as you cling to his neck. 

You growl as your phone rings again but pause when their phones ping from different places in the house. Taking your device from Eddie’s grasp, you thank him as he hands it over to you. Resting your forehead against the man’s chest, you whine as you answer. 

“Hello Sarah.”

“You need to come down here now. We need to talk about the incident last night.”

“Can we do it tomorrow?”

“No, we can’t do it tomorrow! The morning news is already talking about this and we need to get ahead of it as much as possible. Get over here now, please.”, she commanded before disconnecting. 

“Hm. Well that would be my publicist, Sarah. I should go shower.” You flash them a soft smile as you slide down from the counter. “I’m sure you noticed but I have a shower in the guest room if you guys want to freshen up or anything.”

“Yeah, looks like your agent wants us there to.”, Eddie sighs as he shows Steve the text. 

“Our morning just got very exciting, gentlemen.”

###########

“Ok, let me ask this out right because depending on how you answer is where we go from here. Are you going to bail him out?”

Your eyes shifted towards the boys as they leaned against the wall to the side of you. You did every single time something happened with Simon. No matter what it was, you were always there to bail him out but after what happened and what the guys told you about deserving better…

“Um, no. Not this time.”

Sarah makes an amused face as she nods her head. “Good for you, Y/N. Fuck him. Are you considering that your way of dumping his ass?”

“I, um, yes. I think so… I’m sorry. Its just last night was a lot and I haven’t even really had time to process it.”

“I understand, Y/N. Now I have to ask just so I can be prepared for anything he might say… What exactly happened?”

“I came home and he was angry--”

“About what?”

Her question quickly followed your statement throwing you off guard. “Um, I had lunch with some…some friends and he got jealous.” You didn’t need to look their way again to know their eyes were penetrating your body. “He thought I was cheating on him.”

“Insecure fucker always thinks that with you. Ok, and then what?”

“I told him to fuck off and he hit me.”

“And then you called these two?” 

Eddie clears his throat when you nod. “She said she needed help so we sped down there and handled the situation.”

“Ok. Ok, ok, ok.”, Sarah exhales as she leans against her desk. “I’m going to write a formal statement and give it to the press. Something along the lines of you’re safe and will no longer tolerate this kind of behavior. You…pray for him to heal and wish him all the best?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. “, you sigh as you nonchalantly wave your hand. “I feel like we could have done this over the phone.”

“We could have but we didn’t.”

***

“You didn’t say the fight you two had was about us.”

“You’re right, Mr. Harrington. I didn’t.” He and Eddie exchanged a look as the metalhead continued to drive back towards your house. “To be fair…he thinks I’m fucking everybody so…”

“Are you?”

“Excuse me?”, you ask angrily.

“We wouldn’t blame you, sweetheart. You put on that little display for us when you and Simon were fucking before you snuck out to the bar. You were in there for a while and I don’t think we heard you cum once.”

“Like men can tell when a woman climaxes.”

“We can…but that could just be because our girls are always screaming our names and begging for more.”, Steve chuckles as Eddie grins.

“Oh my god. So fucking cocky. Simon has made me cum.”

As they hit a hit a red light, Steve quickly gets out and switches to the backseat so he can be beside you. 

“He has? I don’t believe it.”

Your breath catches in your throat as he throws his arm behind your head against the seat, allowing his body to scoot closer to yours. 

“I mean… believe whatever you want…”

His fingers behind your head play with your hair as he moves it away from your face, his other palm coming to graze your thigh. 

“You seem like the kinda girl that makes a lot of noise when you cum.”

“Especially with a beautiful voice like hers.”, Eddie adds. 

Your eyes flutter closed as his nose glides along your cheek, the hand on your thigh gradually moving up your pant covered leg. You desperately wanted him to touch you more but refused to ask or even beg for it. Instead, you chose to ground yourself, placing your own hand on his knee as you clung to the fabric of his shorts. 

Steve’s lips delicately traced along your neck as his palm finally found its way between your legs. “Your so warm already. I wonder how wet you are. Can I find out?” Licking your lips, you aggressively nod your head. “Say it, honey. Use your words.”, he whispers in your ear. 

“You…you can touch me.”

His head tilts as he looks down at your body, moving your shirt to the side a bit so he can slide his massive hand under the waistband of your leggings and panties. 

“Fuck me, Y/N. You are just dripping.”

You moan as his fingers glide through your sex as he plays with your pussy, your hand on his knee rising higher. 

“Do you want to touch my cock, baby? You can.”, Steve murmurs against your skin, groaning when he feels your cunt flutter against the pads of digits. 

He shuffles closer to you as you lift your leg and place it over his own allowing him more access as one of his fingers breaches your entrance. His lips find yours, humming against them as your palm rubs his groin. 

“Jesus… Ed, she’s…she’s so fucking tight.” As he turns to talk to his friend, your mouth places feathery light kisses along his jawline to his neck. Your hooded eyes open when you feel his throat vibrate against you as he laughs. “You ok, man?”

“Yeah…f-fuck… we’re-we’re almost at her house. I need jerk off so fucking bad. Her moans are so fucking sexy.”

“You’re—mmm—you’re not gonna fuck me?”

Steve turns his attention back to you, his eyes meeting yours as he slips a second finger into your sex.

“No, pretty girl. Not today.”

Eddie parks the car in your shaded driveway, hastily unbuckling his seatbelt before turning around to face you both. You watched him with lust driven eyes as he unbuttoned his pants before licking his hand and stroking his length. 

“You…you don’t want me?” You barely even recognize the voice that just left you, sounding like a little girl who was denied dessert. What was it about these men that had you behaving that way?

A heavy sigh escaped Steve at the sound and you felt his cock twitch against your hand as you made a mental note of his reaction.

“We do, honey. Fuck do we ever… you just went through a lot last night. Your body and mind need to rest.”

As his fingers thrust faster into you, your hand tries to match his pace. “Can…can I?”

He nods, lifting his hips as you pull his shorts down just enough to free his dick from its confinement. Leaning over his lap, you spit onto his tip, and he mewls as your tiny hand wraps around him. Steve curls his fingers inside of you as his elbow locks, straightening out his arm.

“Fuck, Steve. Please.”

“Steve…tell me more—mmm—about how she feels.”

The man tried to focus to do what his friend asked but it was hard with your hand alone bringing him close to the edge. 

“Fuck, Eddie…so fucking tight. Her pussy is just gripping my fingers, man…feels…feels so good. I don’t know…how—fuck, baby. Faster—I don’t know how our…our cocks are going to fit.”

His filthy words shot straight to your core, clenching around Steve’s fingers as you came. Your free hand flew down to grab his wrist, trying to get him to stop as he continued to pump his digits inside of you. When your head collapsed on his shoulder, he held you tighter to him as his spend shot out and on his thigh.

Eddie panted as he soon followed after, throwing his head back as he cursed under his breath. 

Steve carefully slid his hand out of your pants, bringing his fingers to his mouth as he tasted you. 

“You taste so sweet, Y/N. Are you ok?”

You lazily nod your head as you tug yourself closer to his chest. This was new for you. Usually after anything sexual, you wanted to be left alone. Even with Simon, you would always recoil away when he would try to cuddle you after. Maybe it’s because you always felt like trash after he finished. Most of your sexual experience were done under an intoxicated haze or with a selfish lover who just wanted to use you to get off. 

As you listened to this man’s heartbeat, you suddenly felt extremely clingy, fearful that as soon as you let him go he would be gone forever. Eddie was already too far for your liking and you could tell he saw the panic in your eyes as his own gorgeous orbs scanned your face. 

“Hey.”, he cooed. “I’m right here, okay? We’re not going anywhere unless you want us to.”

At his friend’s words, Steve quickly craned his neck so he could look at you to. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you inside and back in bed. Do you think you can walk?”

What kind of question was that? Of course you could walk. The thing was…you didn’t want to. You wanted them to help you. You needed them to.

“Can Eddie carry me?”

The metalhead chuckles as he buttons his pants before getting out of the car and coming around to your side. “Whatever you need, princess.”

As he lifted you into his arms, you encircled your own limbs around his neck as you nuzzled his skin. After carefully placing you onto your mattress, he removed your shoes, socks, and pants so you could be more comfortable. You turned onto your side; eyes fully closed as you snuggled into your pillow. 

“Please don’t leave me here alone.”, you mumbled. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We aren’t going anywhere.”

###########

@rckstrbee @melodymishahiddlestan @alienthingstwo

@siriuslysmoking @micheledawn1975 @cositaslua

@unfocused81 @paleidiot @steddieloverrr @aol19

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

——————————————

Entry 18

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent 🌒

Today Enid suggested we head into Jericho for Christmas shopping. I informed her that this was unnecessary for me as I had already finished making my Yuletide gifts before the final month began. She looked a little taken aback but I was quick to clarify that it did not mean I wouldn't join her in town. I donned my jacket and took her hand in my own. She lit up again at once and immediately pulled me out of our dorm.

As we walked through the halls on our way down to the bus she asked me many questions about Yule. I had no qualms in educating her about its history, symbols, and traditions.

'Woah! So it's kind of like an old timey Christmas?' Was her response. I cannot describe the physical pain this caused me. 'Willa, are you okay?' She asked as we boarded the bus.

'Perhaps it would also be prudent to discuss the history of the holiday you celebrate as well.' I said, taking a calming breath as we sat down. I could tell that it would be a long trip to Jericho.

-YourFavoriteFruitBat is now livestreaming-

"What's up guys! YourFavoriteFruitBat here along with my girl GayMerGirl as we head into town! We're going to see how long I can stand in the local churches before I catch fire!"

"You're not seriously doing that are you?"

"Hey chat it looks like we've got a guest appearance by QBB - Queen Bee Barclay!"

"Don't call me that."

"So what are your plans for town today?"

"Well, I guess they now include staying away from the churches."

"Aw, come on Bianca don't be- Wait, chat's going crazy. Hold on. Oh shit! I guess we've also got an impromptu episode of Wenid Watch!"

"So this is still a thing?"

"Yeah, it's become even more popular over the past couple weeks. I remember when Yoko started filming them occasionally as a joke but now everyone is super invested."

"Like, their relationship?"

"Yup! It's the whole 'will they won't they' kind of thing. Except they're finally together now, I think."

"Shh! Quiet you two! This is a rare sighting of the two love bats outside of their nest!"

"-and it was the psychoactive component of the amanita muscaria, or fly agaric, that caused hallucinations, with the most common hallucination being that of flying reindeer."

"Wow! But wait, if people only hallucinated the reindeer flying then how did the Christmas Werewolf win the werewolf games?"

"The… what?"

"The werewolf games! How did the Christmas Werewolf win if the reindeer he ate didn't actually fly?"

"I am unaware of such a tale."

"You not know about the Christmas Werewolf? Ha! Quit joking!"

"This is no jest, cara mia."

"You know, the Christmas Werewolf."

"Mi amor, I am afraid that you repeating it does not give me any greater clarity."

"…You? You really haven't heard the story of the Christmas Werewolf?"

"No. I am woefully ignorant."

"…"

"Please enlighten me."

"Okay! So my dad always told the story just before the twelve days of Christmas began back when my brothers and I were just cubs-"

"Cubs?"

"You know, kid werewolves."

"Ah, I see. Continue."

"The Christmas Werewolf, okay so you know how werewolves remain wolfed out for the twelve days of Christmas right?"

"No..."

"Really? Okay, uh, there's a lot I'm going to need to cover then. Anyway, werewolves who have completed their first full wolf out stay wolfed out during the twelve days of Christmas. That's when we compete in the werewolf games."

"And what happens in these games?"

"Well, we test our strength and stuff, like running and hunting and jumping. There's also alcohol involved but that's mainly for the older werewolves. Anyway, so the story goes that a long time ago on a cold winter's night all the local werewolves gathered together for the werewolf games. Everyone got to play except for one little werewolf. None of the other werewolves would let him join in the games because they said he was too small and weak and could never hope to compete. The little werewolf was very sad but determined to prove them wrong."

"The other werewolves laughed and said they would let him join in the games if he could jump over the wall of a nearby castle. The little werewolf saw how tall the wall was and knew he could not jump it all by himself. He wandered off into the woods and that's when he saw it: Santa's reindeer. The little werewolf got an idea. If the reindeer could fly, maybe he could too if he ate one."

"That took a rather unexpected turn."

"So, he comes up with this whole big plan to catch one of the reindeer. Long story short he succeeds and eats one of the reindeer and goes back to the other werewolves. Anyway, he wins because he can jump super high now and gets crowned the Christmas Werewolf."

"And how did Santa respond to the death of one of his reindeer?"

"Well, I mean, that's why Santa doesn't deliver presents to werewolves. And why we can't enjoy hot chocolate at Christmas. And also why his reindeer wear silver bells, so werewolves never eat his reindeer again."

"That… makes sense."

"I know right? But if the flying reindeer were hallucinations, how did the Christmas werewolf make the jump?"

"I would suppose that with this werewolf being quite clever he found some alternative way to clear that castle wall."

"I guess."

"Enid, if the character of Saint Nicholas refuses to bring gifts to werewolves why have you hung stockings?"

"Oh! Those aren't for Santa! It's for the Christmas werewolf to leave dried venison. It's symbolic of the meat of the flying reindeer."

"Why stockings?"

"Well, you can't wear stockings when you're wolfed out, silly. That's why he puts it in there."

"Of course. And the tree?"

"Werewolf Christmases are mostly spent outside, since almost everyone is wolfed out. So we have two trees that are decorated the same. One inside for the cubs that haven't wolfed out and one outside for everyone else. You can find your family by the tree outside that is decorated like the one inside."

"There appears to be much I do not know about werewolf Christmas."

"I don't know. I think they're mostly the same. I mean, you spend time with family and people you care about, you give gifts, and you compete to see who is the strongest."

"Must one be a werewolf to partake in these games?"

"Uh, technically no but they are very challenging if you aren't."

"What is the prize of winning said games?"

"Well, you get to be the Christmas Werewolf."

"And what does that entail?"

"You get first pick when it comes to meals, everyone has to listen to you, you get bragging rights, and you hunt the Christmas reindeer so you can put venison in everyone's stockings."

"Interesting. Tell me the games again."

"Willa? You're not- you're not thinking of competing are you?"

"Would it be inappropriate for me to?"

"No but, you're not, you're kinda-"

"Yes?"

"You're small."

"Is the story you told me not about the small and clever overcoming brute strength?"

"Yes but Willa- My family is super competitive."

"As am I, querida."

"Willa no."

"I am merely curious, mi loba."

"Well chat? What do you think? Do you think Wednesday Addams has what it takes to compete in the werewolf games?"

"I worry for the werewolves to be honest."

"Bianca's got the spirit! I'm adding a poll down in chat. Chat, do you think Wednesday has a chance? I guess we'll have to wait till after winter break to find out!"

-YourFavoriteFruitBat has ended the livestream-

[itskindofidontknow]

What dreams know about love?

Chapter 3

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

Summary: The Queen of Love has grown used to the absence of her husband, the Dream King. After banning her from the Dreaming, they only saw each other when Morpheus summoned her for social or marital duties. He would go decades without calling for her, enamorated by a variety of mistresses. It broke Love's heart. Not that her husband cared. However, after being imprisioned for a century, The Dream King wants to regain his Queen's love. She doesn't believe him, not after centuries of neglect. The question is: Can dreams repair a broken heart?

Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected

"Why is she taking so long? " Elijah walked in circles impatient and worried for the Queen of Love. The cupid cursed himself for letting her go without company. Technically he couldn't stop her, but he regretted not being more convincing in persuading her not to go right away! Gods only know how awful Dream's humor might be.

" Will you please calm down? They are probably in each other's arms, making up for the lost time" The tall long figure with golden eyes and blond almost silver hair, joked while leaning against the pink wall in the small study room. He couldn’t deny he was enjoying seeing the cupid fussing over nothing. Dream and Love were stuck in a, ironically, loveless marriage, but the Emissary knew the Dream King was not villainous. He witnessed it first hand when Desire, the Emissary’s creator, set the marriage trap for his sibling. Morpheus could’ve killed Love before they exchanged vows, he could’ve freed himself, but he didn’t. The Emissary never understood why, after all Lady Love did not represent anything to him. Obviously Morpheus was aware of her existence and her well documented beauty, everyone was, but they never exchanged more than polite greetings.

“This is not funny.” Elijah didn’t even bother to look up, he knew the Emissary for over a century now, and just by his answer he could tell that the Emissary was having a fun little time watching his lover panic. Elijah loved the Emissary with all his heart, not that he would ever say it. After all, he knew Desire’s creatures treated love like leverage over an opponent. The cupid wasn’t stupid to give the Emissary the upperhand. So one could safely say, they were very fond of each other. But, every time there was a crisis, Elijah wanted to strangle him. The Emissary constantly jested at the most inappropriate times (like now), and would not take important matters (like this) seriously.

Right now, however, Elijah did not have the time to lecture his lover about times and places for jokes. " I should send a dove to Lucienne. Get me some paper." The Emissary raised an eyebrow "And ask what, exactly?” He cleared his throat imitating Elijah writing a letter “ 'Dear Lucienne, blessings from the Garden. How is the reunion? Is the whole palace staff blushing from hearing all the happy screams the Dream King is getting from our Queen? Tell me all the delicious details. May Love guide you, The Queen’s Lucienne'". The Emissary signed his invisible letter with the title the dreamfolk gave to Elijah (which he hated it).

The cupid ignores him, rolling his eyes and taking a deep breath, scanning through his desk looking for paper and a feather. "Something could've happened, you know. Don’t you remember the last time they saw each other?” It was a disaster in the Garden. The Queen was in such a miserable state, distraught, exasperated and resentful, that storms took over the whole kingdom, and anyone who got closer to the Queen, would have his eyes filled with tears, even if they did not want to weep. To feel the creator's emotions in such a way, was unprecedented. “ We don't know how he is, moodwise." Elijah's stopped, with a sudden realization "We should go to the Dreaming."

It didn’t matter how loony this idea sounded, Desire’s Emissary knew that when the brown haired cupid decided, he would do it. No matter, again, how stupid the idea was. And go to The Dreaming uninvited, with a probable quarrel coming, it was without a doubt the worst idea the Emissary has ever heard.

Elijah was devoted to the Love Queen, always worrying for her, for her safety, her happiness, and although he knew the Queen was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, and deep down aware that the Dream King wouldn't physically hurt her (Not the same could be said about emotional damage, since the king has done a number on his queen), Elijah knew how demanding and manipulative Morpheus could be, making Eoster feel guilty and responsible about a misery he was responsible to. Their marriage wasn't fair, never was. It killed Elijah seeing Eoster hiding her pain, something she became so proficient in hiding. The disappearance of Lord Morpheus came as a blessing in disguise for the lovefolk. Yes, their Queen was still stuck in a terrible marriage, but at least, he wasn’t around anymore. She now had some peace, some comfortable loneliness, away from the pain.

The Emissary stepped in front of Elijah grabbing his arms, stopping the cupid. Elijah was already grabbing his messenger bag, with determination in his eyes. The Emissary stared deep into his brown eyes, trying to fill some sense in such a heart-guided creature. "No we won't. Are you insane? If we dare to step in the Dreaming without invitation, Morpheus will have our heads. Especially mine." The Emissary pointed to the golden iris, in case Elijah had forgotten whose creation his lover was. " He might spare you, if Eoster, and I doubt it, is able to persuade him. But I am as good as dead. Besi-"

A knock on the door made the two of them fall silent, staring at the door, looking like two children misbehaving. They looked at each other. It wasn't Love, she never knocked. The Dream King never stood foot in the Garden. Both Elijah and the Emissary were in accord that even if he did, he wouldn't be knocking on doors. A second knock came. Both looking fearfully at the door, trying to silently impose to the other to open it and face whatever was on the other side. ' You open it!' Elijah mouthed to the Emissary who vividly shook his head, denying it. "This is your study, you open it!" The mute discussion continued until a third knock came. They made a ridiculous quick rock-paper-scissors game to which Elijah lost and went to open the door. They had no idea who it might be, but due to the current events, they doubt it would be good news.

" Ye- Lucienne?"

"How are you Elijah?" The librarian looked over her glasses to the brown haired young man, and to the study behind him. He standed still, blocking the entrance, and when he didn't invite her in, she slowly started to say "Are you not going to-" Elijah blinked twice before quickly making way for the woman, brushing off the shock.

Lucienne stood in the middle of the office, raising an eyebrow to the Emissary, taking notice of his golden pupils. He, on the other hand, made an extravagant courtesy, giving her a wink with a cheshire smile, to which she rolled her eyes "Lady Lucienne, blessings from the Garden" Elijah rolled his eyes and held himself not to sigh. "Emissary, leave us, please" the lover got up and danced his way out "It is time indeed that I celebrate the return of our dearest Dream K-" Elijah closed the door before he could finish, murmuring a 'sorry' to the librarian, offering her a seat. "Blessings from the Garden, Lucienne. It is such a joy our Lord Morpheus has returned." He said, no real meaning behind his words. Lucienne nodded with a brief polite smile. "Tea? We got an excellent lovers dance tea." Elijah offered while putting himself a cup. She raised her hand, thanking but denying. Elijah was dying to ask her a thousand questions, but professionalism wouldn't allow him.

"Has our Lady returned yet?" She asked. Elijah shook his head, it would be extremely abnormal if she returned and not met him immediately. "Well, then I will be the messenger of more than just one news.” She cleared her throat looking from her knees to the cupid, clearly uncomfortable “Lady Eoster and Lord Morpheus decided for new arrangements." And by that, she meant Dream decided and Love abided. As usual. Elijah noticed the librarian moving on her seat. "I see" the brown haired man said it encouraging her to continue, she took a deep breath before announcing "Lord Morpheus wishes Lady Eoster to move back to the Dreaming" Elijah blink, as the words the woman said were a foreign language he could not understand. "Pardon? For the night, you mean?" Sure it was what she meant. He just didn’t understand why Lucienne had to come all the way to inform him of that.

Actually he was probably way better versed in this than her. Since it was the cupid that in the next morning had to deal with a Queen pretending not to be hurt, rereading for the thousand time the same love stories of mortals that were faithful and devoted to each other, the ones that went through hell to be with their loved ones, the ones that lived everything she could never lived. Those were days devoid of music and poetry, with grayish melancholic skies . Elijah was sure Lucienne didn’t have the same problems in the Dreaming.

The night would probably require a new bridal nightgown (another problem Elijah knew Lucienne did not had), since the ones the king didn’t tear apart, the Queen burned. Especially the ones she got as honeymoon gifts. The cupid's thoughts turned to how he would find a seamstress in short notice who wasn't full of requests, since the Solstice festival was upon them. Of course, he could send a regular nightgown, but what if the Dream King took that as an insult? Poor Lady Eoster would be the one that would hear it.

Lucienne closed her eyes, gathering strength to explain to him. Elijah was a good cupid, but he often had too many questions and wanted too many explanations. "Lord Morpheus wishes Lady Eoster to be at his side, as husband and wife, king and queen, at the Dreaming. Not only for…" She kept struggling with the right words, after all, even for a royal librarian, it was extremely challenging to find the appropriate words to discuss intimate details of her king and queen marriage “ Marital duties”. She was definitely not cut for these types of arrangements and discussions.

Elijah kept looking at the woman, but could not manage to find answers. To avoid the awkward silence, she kept talking, maybe he was not aware of the politics of it, that in theory it wasn’t really a request. Lady Love didn’t have the option to deny her husband. "Since he is an Endless-" Elijah interrupted her abruptly, shaking his hand in dismissal "Yes, yes, I am aware of the politics of it all" He reclined in his chair, only to raise his back again, not able to stay quiet "Did he really said it?" She tilted her head. "Well, our Ladyship was the one who approached me, as instructed by Lord Morpheus, to make new arrangements.” He knew what the words meant, but it sounded like delusions of a crazy mortal. “Of course she did." He sighed.

Lucienne frowned, not sure if she liked his tone and what he was implying about her lord, but at the same time, could she blame the lovefolk for holding grudges against Lord Morpheus? “Lady Love requested that we both worked together to make the transition smoother.” Elijah frowned, “What transition?” Lady Love already had her private chambers in the Dreaming “The Garden’s court. They both agree that her court should accompany her to the Dreaming”. Elijah was speechless, and almost choked on his tea. “Also, the Solstice Festival." She gathered inner strength for she did not know how the cupid would react to this. The color of the cupid’s face was already gone with the court thing, and now the festival? Festivities were sacred in the Garden. To move or change them… Well, Lucienne could only hope that cupids’ hearts were strong. “Our Lady and Lordship want it to be held at the Dreaming. We also need to send invitations to the Endless siblings.”

First Elijah was speechless, and then he laughed. He laughed so hard tears got into his eyes. "You are a jester, Lucienne! Or is it the Emissary's work? For Love’s sake!” He was incredulous. “The court? His siblings?!" Thanks to his relationship with the Emissary he knew that Morpheus hated dealing with some of his siblings, especially Desire and Despair. To host them all under his realm during the Solstice Festival was unimaginable! Elijah couldn’t imagine him hosting a festival, laughing, dancing, enjoying any sight of happiness and joy, let alone being a gentle host to his family. Lucienne's face kept unchanged, with a slight discomfort. She would let his senses fall back into himself.

Slowly Elijah saw that Lucienne was not cracking with the joke nor did the Emissary returned mocking the cupid stupid shocked face. "You are not jesting." She nodded. " What happened to him? Is he really himself?" Elijah asked even if it was inappropriate. After all these years! Of course he thought it was a joke, that request was an insult! He deserved some answers, his queen deserved some answers! She sure would not get them from Morpheus. So it was his job to get them from Lucienne.

Would they just pretend that the years of misery did not exist?! Would she simply have to forgive the abuse, just because the Dream King is going through some middle life crisis and realized that maybe, just maybe, he should not be a dick to his own wife?! No, no, there must be some explanation, some reason to this. Cupids were not the most rational creatures, but for Love’s sake! To just accept this was delusional!

Lucienne didn't like to gossip, especially about her boss, but she knew the cupid, if she didn't give him some answers, he would not leave her be "I don't know for certain, and I should not tell you this, but our lordship was trapped by a mortal, for a hundred years. Jessamy, his raven, died. Many deserted the Dreaming." Elijah took a minute absorbing the information. An Endless captured by a mortal. A hundred years is nothing for them, but a hundred years away from his realm and his dreamfolk, unable to leave, ‘unable to cheat’ Elijah bitterly thought to himself. He pitied the souls of the fools who imprisoned him. They were going to wish for death.

The cupid took a minute digesting that information before clearing his throat " Then we must make haste." Unlike the Garden, Dreaming was not famous for hosting events. Elijah doubted it ever held one. "You must know, Lucienne, that the Solstice Festival is one of the most important events for our Lady and the lovefolk. It is the graduation of the senior ladies and lords in waiting, that came from different realms to learn the ways of the heart." Elijah didn't want to panic nor panic Lucienne, because it would not help, but perfection was imperative. Even after organizing it for centuries, it was always a handful. And by just imagining the next few weeks trying to fit all the arrangements in the Dreaming. Gods! His head was already aching. "I hope you had your rest over these hundred years, dear Lucienne, because we won't have much during the preparations. Follow me, please.” With a sudden jump, Elijah was at his feat, making his way through the door. Turning back to the woman “I am sure our lordship is a magnificent host, as you are in organizing events” Elijah politely said, even though it was a blatant lie, but, he didn’t want Lucienne to think the lovefolk took the dreamfolk as social incompetents (Although they were certainly of it) “But since festivities in the Garden have their own… Etiquette, you might want to take notes."

Lucienne however stood sit " There is one more thing, Elijah.'' He froze already at the door slowly turning to her. Shit. Did the Dream King sneak into his dreams and found out that he wasn't the most devoted subject of his? After being imprisoned by mortals, he sure would be in mood for revenge and eliminate traitors. Maybe Elijah was next. Maybe this was the reason Lucienne needed to learn how to organize the Solstice Festival, because Elijah would not be around. Could Lady Love stop him? "Lord Morpheus wants to see you."

Elijah raised his eyebrows in surprise. After all, the Dream King and he never exchanged more than what formalities required of them. It wasn't common for the right arms of entities to have close relationships with other entities. The Emissary was an ambassador from Desire to the Garden, but he was not close with Lady Love, he treated her with the respect her rank required, but nothing more. Lucienne and the Queen developed some kind of friendship, but neither Love or Lucienne ever forgot that Lucienne was Dream's right arm, not Love's.

" Any idea what this unexpected audience is about?" The woman raised herself and walked to the cupid. She signed and shrugs, honestly, Lucienne had no idea what her Lord wanted to discuss, after all he would be too busy rebuilding the Dreaming to arrange the Solstice Festival, so what was the need in talking to Elijah? Her shock when Dream asked for a meeting with the cupid was similar to Elijah's. “ I am not sure.” The woman paused, with her hands on her back, speaking with honesty “He is not the same, Elijah. He…” The librarian, even with her extensive knowledge of words, and complicated descriptions of feelings she read in the book of mortal’s lives, could not define how Morpheus had changed. But he was not the same King as before. “He changed”

That was not the first time the cupid had heard this. Only now, Lucienne was saying it, not his Queen. He couldn’t count the amount of times Lady Love grew full of hope believing her husband had changed his way. Elijah gave Lucienne a wary look “And did our lordship mention when this audience will be occurring?” Elijah was not convinced by this ‘changed-for-the-better’. The cupid doubted the raven’s haired King would ever be anything but stoic, cold and distant, incapable of giving Eoster the love she deserved. “He is going to summon you, after resolving some pressing matters.”. The brown haired cupid took everything in him not to ask what those ‘pressing matters’ were about, and simply nodded in agreement, before guiding Lucienne out of his study, and to the hallways.

He shook his head trying to ignore the itching of his curiosity. After all, he and Lucienne had many pressing matters that could not be disturbed by discussing possible character growths of the Endless. They had a festival, in a realm that never held one, to be organized. In one week. Gods may help them. Because damn well no Endless will.

[hitomisuzuya]

Wanderer x fem! reader. SFW. April Fool's Day Special. Soft Wanderer at end.

a/n: I didn't expect to write this cause I actually forgot today was April Fool's Day lol. But, this popped into my head and I thought, why not. Enjoy.

Today was April Fool's Day.

So, Wanderer decided to play an April Fool's Day joke on you.

It was a cruel joke.

One he roped a reluctant, hesitant and very scolding Nahida into helping him with. Wanderer had to make it believable and Nahida was the only one who could make that happen.

What he didn't expect was for your reaction.

Wanderer set the wheels in motion earlier that morning, kissing you goodbye and telling you that he was going to check Irminsul for Nahida, and that he wouldn't be back until way later.

You understood that Wanderer would be away for hours and went about your day. Until a very upset, somber Nahida turned up at your doorstep.

When you answered the door, dread filled you. You'd never seen Nahida look like this before. She looked crestfallen and sad, barely being able to look at you.

"Y/N...I'm sorry, but," Nahida trailed off, "something happened to Wanderer while he was checking on Irminsul for me. Monsters attacked and I..I couldn't save him. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened."

In her head, Nahida was screaming an apology to you over and over again. She didn't approve of this prank. She'd only gone along with it because she wanted Wanderer to witness how you would react and let it sink in.

She could hardly stand to see how you looked right now. She could practically feel your whole heart shattering to pieces.

"Where is he? I need to see him? I need to see him, Nahida. Please.." You pleaded, tears burning in your eyes.

Nahida nodded and said she would take you to him. You followed her, barely being able to grasp where you were or where she was taking you.

Wanderer could hear you coming. He could practically feel your confusion. And he was so proud of himself for thinking up this prank that he didn't even see your tears at first.

"April Fool's Day! Did you really take this seriously?" Wanderer jested, coming out of hiding from a room in a hospital wing in Sumeru." His smirk was one for the ages.

"Wh-What is this? Nahida, this was all..all a joke?" You voice wobbled, a sob cracking through your voice.

"Y/N, I am so sorry..I didn't want to go along with this, but Wanderer needs to learn his lesson and I used you to do it. Please, forgive me," Nahida said, knowing she deserved it if you were angry with her.

She was angry at herself for doing this for Wanderer.

You brushed tears away.

Wanderer's eyes widened.

Wait?

You were crying.

....

You weren't supposed to cry.

"It's okay, Nahida. I'm not mad at you," You said, brushing away tears, a genuinely relieved smile on your face, but there was something else in your eyes too.

And that was anger.

Anger Wanderer now knew he deserved.

You walked over to Wanderer, your eyes red from crying and looked up at him.

Wanderer waited.

Your slap echoed.

"You! How could you?! How could you put me through that, you jerk?!" You said, new tears spilling from your eyes.

"Look, I..I didn't think you would..you know I am not human, right," Wanderer said. Please forgive this boy. He really was trying to say he was sorry. Reaching out, he stroked a hand through your hair before putting it on the back of your head.

He pulled you into his arms, resting your head on his chest, knowing you would hate it if he saw you crying and he sure was hell couldn't stand to see you cry, so he didn't want to see it either.

"I know you aren't human, but the possibility is always there, Wanderer. Isn't you who said not even the wind has complete and total freedom?" You said, punching him gently in the shoulder before wrapping your arms around him.

Wanderer rested his chin on top of your head before nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

"Losing you is the one thing I fear the most, Wanderer. My whole world fell apart. I could feel the motivation to live leaving my soul. The one person I love the most in this world, the one who has my heart had died. I really believed you had."

Ouch.

Ouch.

That one hurt. Wanderer really felt like an asshole. The biggest jerk in the world.

"Don't ever do that to me again, okay?" You finished, clinging to him.

"I won't. I shouldn't have done it in the first place. I was incredibly inconsiderate of your feelings." You know Wanderer was saying he was sorry. You could hear it in his voice.

Nahida was very satisfied with Wanderer's reaction.

He really has come a long way.

[yellowhollyhock]

More O'Neil Technologies thoughts

Irma will of course still be boy/girl crazy. Maybe I will even think about some people for her to date.

Also more importantly she will randomly be like "I could do that" about the craziest things. Like I mean for a certain thing they're designing they're working with miners because they need this very specific mineral and it turns out it is usually mined unethically and so now they have a social justice side quest which they will approach by designing safer means but they are also in touch with the mining company's union and yeah anyway it's a whole side quest. And Irma is very involved because it's all very administrative, but the whole time she's very clueless because of all the technical language, following April around like 'what did he say? why are they upset? oh did we make the deal are we done? no? ah beans. well when's lunch'

But at the end of it when things start working out, what all she's been observing starts to sink in and she's like 'I could be a miner'

And other just random things like that. Leatherhead has her help him hold Timothy still to put a bandaid on him Once and she's like 'I am a medical assistant :)'

idk I'm thinking about Super Irma and Donatello's Degree and I just love an Irma who is a healthy daydreamer and a little bit full of herself.

April is used to this from their college years, deeply admires it actually, her general response is like 'cool keep me updated.' Casey takes everything anyone at O'Neil Tech says seriously except for Timothy anf the Neutrinos, so he's often scratching his head like 'is Irma quitting?? Oh no I get it she's just moving departments! Do we have a, uh, mining department?'

Donny gives her heck about it. Of course at first he's a polite little sweetheart but as he gets to know her and starts to feel more comfortable in his role as technically-her-boss, these two are going to banter so much

Irma: I think I could be a scientist

Donny: Sure, I'll train you right after Timothy becomes a ninja.

Irma: Thanks! I--wait a minute

Donny: lol

~

Irma: I could be a truck driver.

Donny: You know you'd be driving your own truck, not in the passenger seat next to the hunky men, right?

Irma: Hey, leave me alone. It's easy for you, you already have a cool car and a hunky girlfriend.

Donny: I'll build you a truck if you stop daydreaming on the clock (he jests)

Irma: I'll call HR on you

Donny, deadpan: No, please, don't, I'm terrified of mutants.

Irma 😈: I'll tell him how many coffees you had today.

Donny, suddenly sincere: No wait please don't call Leatherhead--I was just kidding honest go back to daydreaming I'll leave you alone.

Irma, picking up the phone

Donny: I'm going I'm going!

~

Irma: You know, I could probably learn acupuncture. Do you think I could learn acupuncture?

Donny: I'm sitting on pins and needles

Irma: But do you think I could?

Donny: I'm glad I have a shell

~

Irma: I could probably be a politician.

Donny: A politician? Are we that miserable to work for? Do we need to negotiate a raise?

Irma:

Donny: Wait let me guess.. it was the men in suits 😑

Irma: You don't understand his teeth--

Donny: Aaahshd I don't wanna hear this!

Irma: They literally sparkled like a cartoon character~

Donny: You need to raise your standards.

Irma: I want a 15% raise.

Donny:

Irma: What? I'm raising my standards :3

Donny, squinting: Well-played, Langenstein. Well-played

('No but seriously,' he will say later, 'We need you in the role you're in. You could easily be a politician or even a miner probably, but we'd be losing an administrator with unmatched negotiation skills, the ability to pick things up quickly, stay level in any kind of situation--we can't afford to lose you.'

'Alright alright I'm not going anywhere. But do feel free to tell me anytime how invaluable I am to the company.'

Harold, watching the exchange: 'Well Donny certainly can't negotiate')

[crusty-chronicles]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Leorio and a male reader with bondage and dub con please? In the story, Leorio answers an add asking for a bondage participant. The reader binds him and has him tied, gagged and orgasming for several hours without rest. You can decide on the intimate acts and how he'd be tied up. But ud like Leorio to be stripped naked and his mouth covered by a multilayered cloth gag. What do you think?

Med School Won't Pay for Itself

Leorio x Male Reader

An: Very Mature NSFW. Minors, hands and knees begging and crying, PLEASE DNI !!!!

Warnings: Bondage, overstimulation, Gagging, cum play, Dom reader, a sprinkle of orgasm denial, jack off, anal 😉

--------------------------------

Leorio didn't know why he did it, but he knew it had something to do with his current lack of funds. That and it piqued his interest.

2 billion jenny just to be tied up for a night. A risky offer, buuuuut med school wasn't gonna pay for itself. Besides, what was the worst that could happen?

---------------------------------------------

He was thoroughly surprised to say the least. Upon reaching the location and the door opening, he was met with a very charming young man.

"Heyo!" And then you'd looked him up and down.

"My gosh you're a tall one!"

A flush made it's way to the med student's face. So you were playful. He could work with playful. Maybe work the ol' Leorio charm.

"And you're a young one. I half expected you to be a creepy old dude."

You laughed at his jest.

"Yeah well my dad's upstairs waiting for you, so get to it."

And his face paled before you started laughing again.

"Kidding, kidding!" Your smile was teasing as you stuck out your hand. "I'm Y/n, the one you'll be spending the evening with. We'll take things slow if you want, cutie."

Your mischievous personality made it easier for him to relax. You didn't seem to take the circumstance all that seriously. You were just in it to have some fun.

And that was something he could respect.

So he supposed he'd have a little fun too. Why not enjoy himself while he was here.

----------------------------------------------------

First things first, you were good with your hands. Way too good. Leorio was taller than you, yes, but your hands were much bigger than his.

You'd led him to your room (which was actually pretty neat, unlike his disheveled study) and after conversing for a few more minutes, had started what would be the most memorable night in a long time.

Even though you were the one paying, you always stopped to ask if what you were doing was okay. Your playful nature temporarily replaced with softness.

And when you'd used your hand to tilt his face towards you, he just about combusted. Your eyes were lidded, and he didn't need a mirror to tell him his were the same. Feeling a little bold, he made the first move to kiss you.

You smiled into it and gently ran your hand through his hair. You were starting things off slow, weren't you? It was oddly sweet and had a certain effect on the med student.

Your tongue peaked into his mouth and he quickly granted you entrance. His glasses became askew as your tongues mingled with each other. You parted with one last suck to his wet muscle, causing a very audible moan from Leorio.

You gave a small snort.

"Hey! What's so funny!?!?" He pouted.

"You're just so cute when you're flustered." And then you removed his glasses, putting them somewhere safe for the time being.

"Don't call me cute at a time like this! It's a mood killer, you know!?!"

You glanced down at his stiffening member.

"Mood killer, huh?"

Leorio flushed a bright red.

"Shaddup!"

Your hand found its way to his tie and loosened it.

"What would you prefer me to call you? Hmm, how bout pretty boy?" His shirt joined yours on the ground.

"You're the pretty b-AH!" Before he could finish his retort, your hand was down his pants palming him.

Your palm was so big and warm. And it felt so very good against his now aching cock. Your movements were firm and calculated. Like you knew exactly what would get him to cum the fastest.

It was so much better than his own.

And he almost cried when you removed it.

"Wh-Why?"

You were shushing him as you undid the buttons of this pants.

"Gotta get these outta the way, Leorio."

He swore he died and went to heaven as soon as his name left your lips. His perverted mind already coming up with scenarios to have you moaning it out instead. Maybe wipe that teasing grin off your face too.

But when his leaky cock was exposed to cool air and immediately enveloped by your skilled hand, he just couldn't focus on anything else.

Not with the way you were stroking him from base to tip, smearing pre cum from the head of his cock and then back down again. The pace you set was steady and he was gripping your shoulders for dear life as he fucked into your hand.

He was sure the sounds he was making were downright sinful, but he just didn't care with how nicely you were jerking him.

Secondly, you were also very good with knots.

You stopped your ministrations against his cock for a moment.

"Bed or chair?" You asked.

And he was confused. Sexually frustrated, but confused.

"What? You can just stop touching me and expect an answer," He whined.

You rolled your eyes and tightened your grip, causing the future doctor to groan.

"Where do you want to be tied, dummy. On my bed or a chair? I'll let you choose since you've been such a good boy."

You were mean when you were horny, weren't you? It must've been hard for you with how your own member was straining against your slacks.

"Bed, I guess? Whatever gets you to fuck me faster."

Your laughter was back. A sound that was quickly becoming his favorite.

"Desperate aren't we, cutie? Remember the safe word: Rope."

"You're a cheesy bastard, you know that?"

You were smirking as you pushed him back against your sheets. From the nightstand you pulled out two silk ribbons.

"Yeah I'm cheesy, which is why I'm gonna wrap you like a present for me. A cute little gift for me to open."

Your words sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. So even though he hated it when you called him cute, he let you bind both of his wrists to your headboard. The fabric was soft against his skin.

Good at least he'd be comfortable.

"Gonna leave these legs free just in case, kay cutie?"

Leorio sent you a halfhearted glare.

Yet again before he could reprimand you, you already had his cock in your hand. He jolted at your quick pace.

He was already so close, and if you kept at it he might just cum all over your palm. Which didn't seem like a bad idea the way your lidded eyes looked down at him.

Like you wanted to eat him up.

Would you?

The thought alone had him cumming hard, much to your surprise.

Your strokes slowed to a light pump. You observed as the man before you came undone with very loud moans and gasps. Warm stickiness coating your hand.

He gave a few feeble thrusts up, ridding out his high before you finally pulled away. He stared up at you through hazy eyes.

"You're too loud when you cum." Your statement snapping Leorio out of his trance.

"Wh-what?"

"Gonna need you to be a little quieter." Another ribbon at the ready, you started to gag his mouth.

"This should help. Let me know if it's too much for you, Leorio."

And you wrapped your hand around him again, starting up a fast pace that had him whining into the gag.

It was too soon, and too sudden. The feeling too much after just cumming. But he couldn't help getting hard again, especially when you actually used his name.

He'd be sure to make you scream it when this was over.

For now, he was trying to thrust into and away from the harshness of your strokes. The overwhelming pleasure causing a knot to form in his stomach and his cock to twitch.

"Feel good, cutie? Gonna cum for me again?"

You stopped your movements when he didn't answer.

"C'mon, don't be shy. You won't cum until I get an answer."

You were such a goddamn tease. Luckily for you, Leorio was quite shameless.

"Annah hum ahagnn!"

Your playful grin was back.

"You do? Well let's get you there then."

The previous remnant of his orgasm made it easier to jerk him faster. Then you gripped his base tightly and blew on the head.

Spurts of hot cum once again covered your hand.

"Such a messy one. My poor sheets are ruined."

Leorio was so fucked out by now that he didn't notice your pout. But he did notice when you removed your hand. Your warmth leaving with it.

Thirdly, you were so damn good with your mouth.

His eyebrows knitted in confusion, though he wasn't focused enough to process the sight in front of him.

You were licking your cum stained hand, making sure to get every last drop.

"I think I'll have a proper taste now. You don't mind, do you?"

You had to snap your fingers in front of him to get his attention.

"Mph," and a shake of the head let you know he was still present enough to continue.

"What a good boy you're being!"

Your words of praise making his cock stand at attention again. Aww, he liked to be praised. He really was such a cutie.

You shuffled down his body until your face lined up with his surprisingly still hard member. He was a decent size and if you tried hard enough, you'd be able to completely take him. Both ways that is.

"Messy boy, you've still got cum all over your cock." You chastised before sucking on his head. A very loud whine was heard from above you.

"Hensithive!" You let go with a 'pop' before lidded eyes met his.

"Is it now? Don't tell me you can't take it. C'mon pretty boy, You can do it. You can give me another one."

He didn't think he could until you opened up that mouth of yours. And damnit all if he didn't want that snarky mouth back on him. Stuff it full with him so you would stop being such a tease.

He struggled harshly against the binds, trying to get at least one hand free to shove you further down his shaft.

You eyed him with mischief and quickly took all of him down your throat. You almost laughed around him hearing his high pitched, muffled moans.

You moved back up to the tip and swirled your tongue around, gathering up the pre that leaked out. Your own cock throbbed painfully in your pants. You'd been ignoring it for so long it was starting to hurt. Slowly, you reached down to palm yourself. Moving your hand the same pace you bobbed your head. It was proving futile for relief.

Maybe after you finished sucking him off, you could have a little fun for yourself.

Yeah, you'd do just that. But first things first, you were gonna make this man cum hard onto your tongue.

You stopped palming yourself and opted for toying with his balls instead. His scream was muffled and he gave a few more sharp thrust into your mouth before cumming again.

"thoo hood!" His legs were shaking from the pleasure as he filled your mouth with his taste.

As a treat for yourself, you swallowed every last drop of his release. More loud whines filled the air as you gave one final suck to his cock before pulling off.

A thin sheet of sweat covered his body.

You hoped you weren't working him too hard. He hadn't used the safe word after all.

"As much as I'd like to keep tasting you, I think it's time I have some fun myself."

You only got a groan as a response. You wouldn't reprimand him for that one, he had been such a good boy for you.

You shimmied out of your pants and boxers, your painfully hard erection free at last.

At this point, Leorio was too fucked out to care anymore. His head was fuzzy and numb with pleasure. And still... your charming tone always seemed to snap him out of it.

"Look at me pretty boy, I'm gonna ride you, okay? Hope I don't break you."

He struggled to meet your lidded eyes, but he got as far as your teasing smile before he gave up.

You did your best to work him inside your hole. His cum making it easier for him to slip inside your ass. The sudden tightness regaining his focus.

What a night he was having. He'd spent the better half of his night cumming like hell. And now he was about to be used like a fuck toy. He definitely made the right call answering your ad.

And god damnit if you didn't look soo good ridding his cock. Face flushed with moans spilling from your lips. Your own cock, red and desperate for release. If he wasn't tied down, he just might've used his mouth to get you off. But he wasn't complaining about the view, not one bit.

Especially when you fisted your fat dick with your hand and started stroking. Dribbles of pre leaking down and onto his stomach.

He could tell you were close, your pace desperate and your hand moving at a furious pace.

He wanted to cum with you. He wanted to give you one more. Just one. Even though his own member was sore from the various orgasms before. He wanted to be your good boy.

His eyes met yours and you flashed him one last wolfish smile.

"Gonna make a mess on you. I'll clean up, don't worry cutie."

And he came so hard, he saw white. You and that damn nickname and pushed him over the edge. The warmth spreading inside you had your strokes stuttering. With one last pump to your own shaft, you came on his stomach.

You stilled your movements for a moment to catch your breath. The man below you was completely mussed. Eyes still rolled to the back of his head, mouth wide open under the gag.

He was soft as you lifted yourself off him, a trail of cum leaking from your hole.

Perhaps he's had enough.

You reached up and undid the ribbons binding him.

His free hands quickly gripped at your waist and flipped you over, stomach face down on your bed.

Or perhaps he hadn't.

----------------------------------

An: 🫣🫣🫣🫣 hope I did okay 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️