#Zoe Benson x reader

[mistysconcilium]

candy canes & love letters…. zoe benson x f!reader

⛄️ dec 2nd

ఇ - fluff. established relationship. english is not my first language

note - sorry that there’s only a few letters, might make more at the end of the month if people like it <3

One morning in December you found a letter tied with a ribbon to a candy cane on your bedside table. It was a love letter from Zoe. The next morning you found another one.

Dec 1st

the first time i met you, you were eating breakfast in the kitchen of the academy. you were eating toast. it’s such a basic breakfast food but it still reminds me of you. each time i see someone eating toast i think of you. i once saw you eat a reese’s peanut butter cup. not only do i only think of you when i see a peanut butter cup now, i also think of you when i see both chocolate and peanut butter (i’m sorry if that’s weird but it’s true). during our first christmas together, when we were decorating the academy, i catched you eating a candy cane we were supposed to decorate with. everytime i see a candy cane i think of you, which is why i tied this letter to a candy cane.

- yours always, z

Dec 2nd

i realized i first liked you during the seven wonders trial. even though i only was dead for a short time i still remember what it was like, it was dark and cold. uncomfortable and unbearable. it was like i existed and didn’t at the same time. there was only one thing on my mind. or maybe it wasn’t my mind since i was dead, maybe it was my soul. there was only one thing on my mind, only one thing my soul called out for. only one thing that made that cold and unfamiliar place feel warm and familiar, only one thing that made it feel bearable. the thing my soul called out for was you.

- yours always, z

love, elisabet

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the coven + kyle spencer head canons for jealousy issues and how they would each handle it differently?

HI HI HI FOLKS I'M BACK!

Ok, ok, let's do it then!

Lots of lots of ideas for this one! Just you wait!

(Wasn't sure if you wanted me to include Marie on that one, but I did just for the complete headcannons, hope you don't mind, anon!)

Enjoy!

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The Coven and Kyle Dealing With Jealousy Issues (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Cordelia would be upset, of course.

She would let her insecurities get the best of her when she sees you talking to someone else and seeming too intimate with them.

But I don't think she would let the intrusive thoughts win that fight, not this time.

Cordelia doesn't want to seem so possessive. She's not like that, and she knows it would bother you a lot if it was miscalculated.

So, regardless of the situation, she will just leave where she is, walk to you and wrap her arms around your body, pulling you close to her, her eyes analyzing detail by detail of the other person.

"What is so funny?"

She would ask, pretending to be clueless, so she could take control of the situation better.

Internally, though, you can be sure that a few dark curse words and some not-so-friendly spell ideas are going through her mind, without her being able to show it aloud or with gestures.

She would have her arms around you the entire time, keeping you close until the other person understood that you were hers and nobody else's.

And when you guys get back home, she would insist that you cuddle with her to make up for the moment of insecurity and jealousy.

Fiona Goode

THE QUEEN of drama and jealousy.

Honestly, making Fiona jealous is like leaving a predator without prey.

Of course, she takes great care, despite her strong temper, not to seem like she's trying to pull you out of your comfort zone and push you away from the world for her sake.

But no one (nobody at all) goes unnoticed in Fiona Goode's eyes.

She will probably go to great lengths to touch you in the best places, just to tease you and make the person next to you feel uncomfortable enough to leave.

"It's a shame, my dear, but they're taken."

Just imagine her husky voice saying that, right in your face, also to tease you and to make sure she looks wild when she's jealous?

Fiona probably wouldn't let you talk much longer with the person afterward, or say goodbye. She would pull you to where she is and keep looking the whole time to see if the person isn't following you.

And if so, you can be sure that she would throw the person to the wall with no shame and no fear of being in public.

When you guys got home, she'd make a scene, again, to let you off the hook because she's a drama queen.

There would DEFINITELY be make-up sex.

And it would DEFINITELY be the best sex you've ever had in your life.

Zoe Benson

Crying, drama, insecurity and a little bit of fighting.

Zoe is overly afraid of losing you, but not to the point where she won't let you hang out with other people, friends in general.

The problem is that when the person starts to take advantage of the situation, Zoe becomes confused and desperate.

She is quite similar to Cordelia, though, when it comes to handling the scene itself.

Zoe will just cling to you to make sure she's in control and to make sure nothing bad happens.

However, things get worse on the way home, when she is silent throughout the ride.

She will probably lose her mind when justifying herself, letting her insecurity speak louder and expressing in an exaggerated way how important she is to her.

This is troubling because Zoe knows it is.

Anyway, when the fight is over, she will need some time to think and then she would probably come to you again, to apologize.

"I didn't want our relationship to be a threat, but I'm really afraid that you'll leave me for someone better."

She would hug you and then apologize if she sounded too possessive.

You would end up in a good mood, cuddling and thinking of a way to improve your relationship without jealousy that would be harmful to both of you.

Madison Montgomery

If you thought Fiona was the drama queen, wait until you see Madison.

She just can't control herself.

She doesn't want to control herself.

Every time someone comes close to you, she pulls you close to her very willingly and gives that typical killer look to whoever is looking at you two.

Madison is extremely possessive, especially when it comes to you.

Sure, she doesn't go around hitting and cussing people out for no reason (even though she can do that), but just staring Madison Montgomery intimidates a lot of people.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine and nobody else's, (Y\N)?"

She'll find a stupid excuse to fight with you.

And then she'll drag herself out, pouting and apologizing, confessing how horrible she is as a person.

Or she will probably ask you for kisses to fix the situation.

There's make-up sex, but Madison isn't urgent and aggressive, not that part. She just wants to make love to you so you know no one else would top hers.

Misty Day

Misty is oddly bipolar with her jealousy of you.

Some hours, she may seem too possessive and feel the urge to punch someone because she thinks she's too inadequate for you.

But in the others, she handles it generally well, and just gets a little grumpy.

Considering that years of seclusion in the swamp have prevented her from feeling anything serious about anyone, being jealous is a very unusual and weird thing for Misty.

She doesn't know how to handle it well at first, but she learns to control herself. And she doesn't want to hurt anyone, most of all, especially you.

So most of the time, Misty will just slowly walk over, hug you and let you rest on her chest as she kisses your head and turns to the other person with a sweet little smile.

"Excuse me, the conversation must be great, but they already have a girlfriend, I'm sorry."

On the way home, she would insist on being isolated in her corner for a few seconds, and it would take a considerable amount of time to admit that she is genuinely jealous of you.

But overall, having Misty jealous is just as adorable as having her around.

Nan

Nan is not that over the top when it comes to being jealous of you.

I mean, except for the fact that she can control people's minds - and easily can control hers as well - she doesn't show overly jealousy, and maybe isn't even overly jealous.

She knows that you would never betray her like that, nor would you exchange her for anyone without a reason behind it.

But, of course, Nan has her moments of extreme caution.

She first assesses the person, reads their mind to be on the safe side, just to know how to approach them without scaring you off.

If it's someone who is clearly just someone close and significant to you, she'll let it go, take your hand and gently lead you away, apologizing later.

But if she catches some ulterior motive, oh, then that person is probably screwed for life.

"Oh, sorry, I read your mind, I feel something is wrong and I want to secure my territory. (Y\N) is mine and mine alone."

Nan doesn't like to fight with you, and when you have alone time, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable with her and that your relationship is going well.

The two of you cuddling after discussing the relationship and making a decision about Nan's adorable bouts of jealousy.

Queenie

Get ready for the jealous queen.

Honestly, I feel sorry for the person who decided to test Queenie's patience, especially when it comes to you.

She hates to think about the possibility that you would replace her, but it's impossible not to when everyone else has already replaced her.

Queenie is not at all afraid to approach the person and you when they are jealous.

And she'll hug you and kiss you real quick just so the person on the other end understands that you already belong to someone else.

I don't even need to go into detail about her being a voodoo witch, do I?

Of course, Queenie's case isn't as severe as Marie's, but there would definitely be a thought about creating a doll of the person.

Although Queenie knows the limits of voodoo and knows that it would be cruel if you knew she was hurting someone out of jealousy, so she won't even bring it up and will promise to forget about it quickly.

LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of curses. Every one she knows.

"Listen here, pervert, they already have someone, okay? Get the fuck out!"

You wouldn't fight, even though she always ends the day with a hot head.

She just wants you to know that you're important to her, and that nothing and no one in the world could ever break the bond you have.

Myrtle Snow

Myrtle knows how to deal with feelings, but she's not ready to be jealous of someone.

That's why she is confused about this, about her behavior when she notices that you seem quite happy in the company of someone other than her.

Since Myrtle doesn't control her impulses, she will probably approach you and make up an excuse for you to pull away from the other person, without using excuses or justifying yourself, just getting you out of the way.

No, she would never commit any atrocity with the person who was chatting with you. Myrtle Snow promised that she would change that part of her behavior for you and she will keep it until the end.

"I don't understand, (Y\N), I felt strange… seeing you with them…"

"That's jealousy, Myrtle dear", you'd say, laughing and finding that very cute.

Myrtle would certainly ask Cordelia for advice after the first scene of jealousy, for fear that she was feeling something really wrong, or even to cope better without running the risk of pushing you away.

Anyway, as long as she doesn't lose you, Myrtle doesn't mind feeling weird…

Mallory

Mallory wouldn't handle jealousy, that's the answer.

She would feel too awkward to set boundaries with you, and anyway, she would feel awkward approaching someone out of the blue.

But even if she insists on not hurting you, that feeling that something is wrong would haunt her forever. And that's one thing Mallory would never admit.

Then she would be content to approach you very slowly, putting a hand on your shoulder or wrapping your hips around. And look the person on the other end of the conversation straight in the eye.

"Don't you think you've talked enough?"

She won't say it in a possessive way, but she will turn extremely red when she's done, pulling you back and taking you back to where she was before.

The conversation would be calm and sincere, and Mallory would express that she loves you very much and that she just couldn't bear to lose you.

But she knows you love each other too much - and she loves you enough - to just take care of you like no one else ever would.

Marie Laveau

I just wanted to say that anyone who decides to make Marie Laveau jealous is pretty crazy.

She LITERALLY is the Voodoo Queen, what did you expect?

Years of experience to be sure how to handle such a situation.

Marie won't let it go and will immediately talk to the person who is showing ulterior motives towards you (and believe me, she knows very well when a person is or isn't…) "They already have someone, and that someone isn't you, so get the fuck out."

She wouldn't dare call you names or fight you out of jealousy (definitely Marie is someone who thinks it's cheesy to fight out of jealousy and make a scene)

A LOT of make-up sex.

She loves to tease and tease you during sex after a jealous scene like that.

Marie loves to get you flustered, she thinks it's cute and she's even more in love with you when she's done teasing.

No, no chance of having a person's voodoo spread in Marie's quarters.

Or, at least, not that you ever found out about it…

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is usually not jealous.

But it's because he learned that the rare times he did show it, things got highly self-defeating.

He doesn't want to scare you, so now he just walks up to you, pulls you into his strong arms as he looks you up and down, then kisses you on the nose and pulls you out of the way.

He's secretly ashamed that he can't get the words out anymore, which is why he's always quiet when it comes to a scene like this.

Back in the day, before the accident and death, he was out of control and things almost always ended in a beating, and he doesn't want to be that way anymore, not after meeting you.

"(Y\N). Not. Comfortable."

He would whisper to you as he tried to explain to you what happened, and as he watched to see if you were okay.

When you were alone, he would cuddle with you and pet you, just to make sure you weren't mad that he pulled you out of a conversation where you seemed happy.

[casimirsstache]

So crazy how you like each other and I like you!!! We are so in love. We should date!!

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After writing the Vi fic, I have the urge to write for my other wives—Moira, Misty and Zoe… HELP the pressure, the voices! The voices! Focus Evie! Focus!

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Japan trip with Zoe Benson.

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Frat boy Kyle Spencer x fem!reader

tags: slight angst, fluffy smut!

warnings: swearing, public sex, mentions of Kyle's abuse (poor baby), handjob, p in v.

summary: frat boy kyle being a sweetheart. that's all i have to say.

character count: 11k.

full fic under the cut ↓

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“I'm not going.” You replied, your voice firm and your eyes fixated on the math book that sat on the library's desk, trying to avoid the gaze-that you knew you couldn't resist-of the boy sitting in front of you. You heard him sigh as his doe eyes desperately tried to meet yours.

“But everyone is going…you can't miss it.” Kyle replied with his soft voice.

“I've never gone to any of those parties…why do you want me to go to this one so badly?” You spoke, with a noticeable hint of frustration in your voice.

“Because it's the end of the semester…something to celebrate. Plus, it's gonna be epic.” He said with a toothy smile plastered on his face.

“No, thanks. You know I don't roll with those frat boys.” You rolled your eyes, your words coming out harsh and spiteful.

“I'm a frat boy.” He said, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused by your statement.

“Yea- but you're…different.” You sighed.

It was true. He was indeed different from the frat boys he was friends with. You and Kyle met in Junior year of high school. You were paired up by your physics teacher, who suggested you could tutor Kyle, that at the time had terrible grades. You two clicked instantly, he was fun and outgoing, and you enjoyed spending time with him. Kyle had grown to be incredibly thankful for your help, in fact, he insisted that you were the one who made him passionate about physics, the subject that he used to despise and that now was his main department in college. Although he could seem like the usual asshole frat boy, Kyle was sweet and caring. You knew it, and no one could’ve made you change your mind on that. He was simply a sweetheart.

“Listen, I know my mates may seem rude or not well-behaved…but trust me, as a leader, I established some rules for them. They won’t act crazy, I promise.” His kind voice brought you back from your thoughts. You sighed, thinking about it.

“Brennan’s hosting the party in his summer mansion…it’s next to the beach- it’s so cool, I swear. I-I’ll take you there! I can pick you up and take you home…” He added, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please?” He said in an adorable voice, his puppy eyes looking hopeful into yours.

You sighed, you didn’t wanna go, but it was utterly impossible to say no to him.

“Fine.”

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You were touching up your makeup. You were ready for the “big night” Kyle was so excited about. You decided to wear something a bit more revealing, a black minidress, because-okay, you didn’t wanna go- but you couldn’t be annoyed and unfashionable all at once.

While taking a final look in the mirror, you heard a knock on your door. You grabbed your bag and opened the door to see Kyle-in his usual frat sweater-smiling at you. He looked at you up and down, scaring you slightly. What if he didn’t like the dress or how it looked on you?

Fortunately, all your concerns faded once you saw his smile widening.

“Woah…you look beautiful. Seriously…you’re stunning.” He said, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he wasn’t used to seeing you like this.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliments.

“Thank you…” You gave him an awkward smile and bit your lip.

“Shall we get going?” You suggested, to which he nodded. He took your hand and helped you step down the porch. Kyle led you to his car, and opened the door for you with a cute grin.

The ride was calm, you chit-chatted here and there about random stuff, and you swore you saw him staring at your body a few times. After 15 minutes or so, you eventually arrived at the party. Kyle was right, the mansion was beautiful and it faced the sea. You could see lights and music blasting out of the house. He gave you an excited grin and helped you out of the car, walking with you inside the house. It was overflowing with people laughing, playing games and having fun. As much as it seems hard to believe, you didn’t know anyone of those many people. They had familiar faces, sure, but you couldn’t consider them your actual friends. You sighed and nervously looked at Kyle who, on the other side, was flashing smiles to all his fellow frat brothers and friends. You noticed how comfortable he was in his habitat, and how you envied him for that. He introduced you to many people-whom you couldn’t even remember the names of-that obviously didn’t care much about getting to know you, since they even could’ve sworn you did not go to that college. You were invisible even when the attention was on you, and Kyle clearly didn’t catch that. So when he was dragged by his mates to some kind of game, he told you with a chuckle and a rushed tone

“I-I’ll be right back! Chat with the girls, they’re fun!”

Fun. Right. You didn't mean to sound like an antisocial bitch, but they were everything but fun. You saw them from afar just taking pictures of each other-to show on Instagram how much fun they were pretending to have having-or teasing each other about their crushes. You felt bored, so you sat on a chair, sipping a cup of-what you hoped was-punch and waited for Kyle. Time passed, and he didn’t show up, so you got up and started searching for him. It didn’t take you much to find him. Kyle was on the karaoke stage, singing “Rosanna” by Toto.

“Meetcha all the way! Nananaaaaah…” He “singed” while laughing with his mates.

You were conflicted on what to do now. You didn’t want to be a bummer by clinging to him all night, but you were truly bored and felt lonely. So, you did what you believed was best for everyone, you grabbed your stuff and left. The moment you stepped outside, you were met by an unfamiliar feeling of peace, the view surprising you for its beauty and for being so…empty. It was quiet, the only sound that could be heard were the waves splashing against the sand, no people around. You smiled and made your way to the pier nearby. You sat on it and took your shoes off, allowing your feet to sink in the water.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you were brought back to reality when you felt Kyle's voice behind you.

“Here you are! I searched for you everywhere!” He was breathing fast, you believed he had been running while seeking for you.

“I thought I left you a message?” You tilted your head.

“Oh… Sorry. I can’t find my phone. Why are you all alone here? The whole fun is inside!” He replied with a giant boyish smile.

“I like it better here. It’s boring inside.” You turned your face to look at the sea again.

“What? How can you call it boring? There are plenty of games! And people inside-” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Kyle, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not popular like you. The people inside couldn’t care less about me. I feel less lonely here than in that crowded house.”

He looked at you confused.

“Aw, c’mon…don’t be like this. They’re nice people, you just have to make an effort to try to meet them, and I’m sure you’ll have fun.” You didn’t know why those words started a fire in you.

“They’re not my friends, Kyle. I can’t stand those people, I don’t get along with them. And trust me, I’ve tried to be social and friendly, but you may have to consider the idea that not everyone is like you. You’re easygoing and social, you're a freaking frat boy for fuck’s sake. It’s easy for you to say those things.”

He looked at you, mouth agape at your sudden outburst.

“…why didn’t you just tell me?” He looked at you like a sad puppy for bringing you somewhere that made you uncomfortable.

“And be more of a bummer? No, thanks. They already hate me, I don't wanna be a party pooper as well.” You crossed your arms.

He sat next to you on the pier and his fingers gently grazed your jaw to make you look at him.

“You’re not a bummer to me…a-and I’m sorry about that… I shouldn’t have left you alone. Sorry.”

You wanted to be mad at him, truly, but those cute brown eyes melted your heart in every way possible. You bit your lip as you admired him lovingly. He was so caring and sweet, how did you manage to get this lucky?

“I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I- that’s the last thing I’d ever want. You know I care about you… I can’t stand you being mad at me. Please, forgive me?”

You felt your heart tighten at those words. You gave him a slight nod as your eyes travelled down his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly, and he probably caught onto that, since he slowly leaned in to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away slightly, mumbling against your lips.

“Was that okay?” You nodded, and he leaned in again, kissing you once more. This time he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip in your mouth and softly swirling it around yours. You let out a breath at how right that felt and how sweet he was being. You pulled him slightly closer and moved your hand to rest on his neck and caress the skin of it. After a bit, you moved your lips to peck his jaw a few times before trailing them down on his neck. Your lips worked sweetly on his skin at first, earning a few sighs from him. As the tension grew, you started sucking his neck, leaving red marks. He groaned and grabbed your waist, you subtly moved your hand down to massage the bulge from his pants. He let out a tiny gasp, and you felt him stiffen, not in a good way. You looked up at him with a confused expression.

“I-I’m sorry…please keep going…” He said with a nervous smile.

“What’s wrong? Did you not like that? It’s okay if you don’t want to…” You gave him a comprehensive look.

“No! I like that… I swear. Just…bad memories.”

“Do you wanna talk about it…?”

“No, I just wanna feel good now.”

You nodded and gave him a gentle peck on his lips before gently undoing his zipper. You ran your fingers over the visible shape of his dick through his underwear, earning a groan from him. You looked at him for consent before gently pulling his boxers down. You blushed as you saw him so vulnerable for the first time. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He let out a breathy moan.

“G-god…don’t stop…”

You smiled and started progressively speeding up. After a few minutes, you heard his moans grow louder, and you felt his strong hand gripping your wrist.

“I…wanna do it. Is that okay?”

You nodded, and he sat up to gently remove your dress and everything underneath. He was stunned by your body, staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He helped you lay down, with a massive gentleness, as if you were capable of breaking if handled too roughly. He hovered on top of you, caressing your face as he lined up your entrance with his dick.

“This okay?” He muttered under his breath, to which you answered with a nod. He gently pushed into you, allowing you to adjust to the new feeling. He groaned when he pushed himself all the way in. He held your hand sweetly.

“Can I start moving?”

“Mhm…”

He slowly started thrusting in you, earning moans from you both. He gripped your hand tighter as he felt how your walls clenched around him. When he felt like you were ready, he started going faster, gripping your hand tightly and kissing you repeatedly through the whole thing. You could've sworn you were seeing stars when he started hitting your G-spot with his tip. Soon enough, your moans got louder and you felt yourself coming on his dick. He tried his best to contain his moans and as soon as you finished he pulled out to come on your tummy. He collapsed onto you, pecking your face repeatedly.

“I love you…” He mumbled.

After some time had passed, he got up and cleaned you with the salty water, giggling like a teen boy receiving his first kiss. When he helped you gain your-and his-decency again, he got up, throwing an arm around you and walking happily towards his car.

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a/n: I love Kyle he's so babygirllll. also look at the cute picture i found on pinterest (the one under the title) that boy looks so much like kyle. got me screaming when I saw it. Anywaysssssss. I might post a part 2 of this with frankenkyle, but I gotta finish Peter fics first (spoiler). Let me know if you like it💕💕

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!!Mini Rant!!

Am I the only one whose pet peeve in the AHS fandom is people infantalizing and treating Kyle like a toddler?

I get he’s supposed to be a little mentally behind because of his botched resurrection, but from what I picked up on when watching Coven, Kyle is still completely there, he just can’t communicate and is rightfully confused after being brought from the dead with no prior knowledge of magic or witches. Like, he’s thrown back onto Earth after literally dying, is sown up with parts of his friends and is witnessing unexplainable events while also trying to cope with the fact that he died and currently can’t communicate for some unknown reason.

From what I gathered, Kyle still has his memories and personality in tact. You can see he knows who his mother is when she drags him inside the house when Zoe first drops him off. And he clearly remembers being assaulted by her before she touches him and he gets fed up with it and fights back because at that point he has no other choice. He also clearly remembers Zoe from the party when she comes back after Misty Day heals him. (Edit: after rewatching for the 50th time, there’s a clear instance where Kyle remembers his friends clearly and recognizes their tattoos on his body and freaks out even though they never told him about that. So yeah.) And after he’s fixed and regains his speech, he acts the same as Kyle before, just obviously with a newer knowledge of witches and the violence that ensues in the season. I’d say he’s a little more primal because he was still a zombie, but he’s not a child.

And it’s one thing to headcannon him that way or come to that conclusion personally, but then to write SMUT based around that idea??? Like I’ve seen so many people write fanfics of Kyle being completely oblivious to sex when he clearly knows exactly what it is. He has sex multiple times in the season and seems completely capable. And if I’m right about him still having his memories, he obviously does know.

I’m not one to kink shame, but I feel like sometimes his mental incapacities are taken too far. Especially when they are sexualized. I’m all for a submissive and needy men, but not when he’s written as a literal ipad baby. Please tell me I’m not the only one pissed off by this because I’m so tired of it 😭😭😭

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We love we stan

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Kyle telling you he loves you?

Of course angel! <3 I'm obessed with our blonde angel baby soooo yea I can write him me thinks.

Last fic for a while since I'm gonna be m.i.a tomorrow:3 (until the 12th atleast)

You're helping Kyle with his tablet, and showing him games to play when he manages to get a full sentence out.

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Words Are Overrated

You bought Kyle a brand new tablet, his old one wearing a bit thin and age getting to it. He was hesitant to take it at first since it wasn't the one you had originally given him, but you opened up the app store and showed Kyle. He took interest and smiled up at you, almost killing you inside at how cute one man can be.

You pointed to an app called "Spoken" and Kyle stared inquizitfully at the information. You downloaded it anyway, explaining that it would help him if he had trouble expressing his needs.

Slowly, both you and Kyle put in words and names that were important to him. Including Madison, Zoe, and the other witches in the coven. He tried to use what Zoe had already taught him with the cards in the app, but the basics like food, bathroom, and water, were already on there.

"How about some games?" You asked, reaching for more child games, aimed to help children learn. Kyle grinned again and downloaded three similar-looking games, but if they were helpful, they were helpful, you decided. He was enamoured by the way everything was, so you just sat by him and watched him learn. It just killed you inside whenever you saw Kyle doing anything really.

You felt so bad for him when he first came back, and just let Zoe do her thing. She introduced him to you, and it was like another flick had been switched in his brain. He always wanted to spend time with you and Zoe, and wanted you two to help him learn. She knew him longer than you, so he only let her help him with washing if he had to be. "Sorry for abandoning you like that." She mentioned the other day, Kyle was asleep in the other room.

"It's no worries, Zoe, you know Kyle a lot better than I do, it's probably best you stick by him a lot more." You just smiled, she thought you were jealous but there wasn't a jealous tint in your voice at all, just admiration for sticking by Kyle the whole time even if he was being a little difficult.

The conversation dragged on for a bit until you felt a blanket being put over you a bit clumsily. You were drifting off, as you often did if you remembered a conversation with someone, and Kyle noticed putting his tablet down. You smiled at Kyle, not properly looking up at him. He sat there for a bit as you were in and out of sleep, before he put his arm around your waist, trying to hug you best he could. "I love..you." He simply said.

You looked back up at him. "I love you too Kyle, so much." Both of you just smiled at each other and snuggled into one another, falling asleep in the middle of the day.

[violet1737]

My wife guys🥰🫶

[mistysconcilium]

matching costumes

day 3 of seven days of halloween .ᐟ 👻

pairing - zoe benson x witch!reader

synopsis - headcanons about matching costumes with zoe

tags - headcanons • fluff • not proofread • english is not my first language

୨୧ note - i was actually thinking about writing this as a drabble but i just couldn’t write it so i wrote this as headcanons with some dialogue instead. this can be read both as platonic and romantic! hope you enjoy . ᐟ

⟢ zoe would be too busy to plan anything for halloween. with her being a instructor at the academy and being a part if the witches council, there was no time to plan a matching costume with you

⟢ she would still really want to celebrate it with you though, she would be sad that she didn’t have any time to plan it with you

⟢ you would have to come up with a matching costume yourself

⟢ you would also be a bit busy at the academy so you wouldn’t have that much time to plan your costumes either

⟢ since you were witches you would have plenty of black witchy clothing in your wardrobes, so the easiest costume would be to be witches (ironic since you already were)

⟢ zoe would be a bit skeptical since i mean you already were witches, you would just be dressing as yourself

“you want us to be witches for halloween”?

“yes!”

“but we are already witches? like everyday, you want us to just be ourselves for halloween?”

“NO! we can use our regular clothes but dress more like classic witches in fairytales and stuff! like with a pointy hat and broom!

⟢ after you explain your idea zoe would accept it. it wouldn’t be a big elaborate costume but that wouldn’t matter since you most likely would just spend halloween at the academy handing out candy to trick or treaters

⟢ you would still have to buy some extra clothes/ accessories since some of your clothes looked a bit too much ‘modern’

“sure im in but only if i can choose one part of our costumes”

“okay.. and what is that”

“we would have to bring kitty” kitty is a black cat plushie sitting on your bed. “ y’know since she is a black cat and all witches have black cats”

“of course! otherwise no one would know what our costumes would be!!”

love, elisabet <3

reblogs and comments are always appreciated, hope you enjoyed . ᐟ

tags; @angel-decoy @fear-is-truth @purple-cinematic @d3adarling

dividers by @/strangergraphics

[sawyerconfort]

the coven (+ marie and kyle) realizing they must be in love with you would include...

Officially back and so ready to write for our coven!

To celebrate that I'm reopening requests, I decided to give you some headcannons. They've been running through my head for a while and I thought I should post them ASAP!

Hope you like it!

Anyway, enjoy!

Orders are officially reopened, but please take it easy! I don't want to leave anyone without posts around here!

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The Coven and Their Allies Realizing They're Must Be In Love With You (Young!Reader, just for the record!)

Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Zoe Benson, Madison Montgomery, Misty Day, Nan, Queenie, Myrtle Snow, Mallory, Marie Laveau and Kyle Spencer!

Cordelia Goode

Ok, we know that Delia went through a lot before getting here and that her self-esteem is not the best…

Regardless if it's as Supreme or before that, Delia never felt enough for anyone to love her and definitely avoided falling in love.

Maybe after Hank, things got worse in that regard.

But there, in the middle of her path, there was you.

Cordelia tensed as she realized that she was liking you more than a friend.

She didn't want Fiona to know (if she was still alive), so she just kept it a secret.

Okay, maybe Myrtle would have been the first person to know that she was in love with someone again, but she was the exception.

And Cordelia had to process all that on her own for a long time before she got up the courage to talk to you.

It started with just an exchange of ideas, a casual conversation that happened out of the blue when she approached you somewhere you guys went together.

Cordelia even offered to buy you drinks from time to time, a way of signing that there was something more and a way to at least be helpful and content.

(Of course it wasn't out of the blue, Cordelia kind of calculated her steps (not in an obsessive way) so she could get to you without stuttering…)

Delia won you over little by little, and your conversations gave her the confidence to keep going ever since.

Until the day she thought she couldn't keep it all to herself anymore.

"I'll be honest, I don't think I've ever felt anything like this for anyone before, but the truth is, I'm in love with you, (Y\N)… And, you know, it's okay if you don't love me back."

Secretly, she wanted you to reciprocate.

And well, actually, you reciprocated because who wouldn't fall in love with Cordelia Goode, right?

Fiona Goode

Let's start with the fact that you destabilize Fiona's entire pose the moment she first lays eyes on you.

And has been doing so ever since.

Falling in love has never been a problem for Fiona, she has done it countless times, and every time her loves have yielded incredible things for her.

But with you, it's different, and feeling it knocked her out at first.

Like, she's the queen of self-centeredness, and all of a sudden, she starts caring more about someone else than herself…

Nobody, nobody at all, would know that Fiona Goode is in love.

Oh yeah, and then there's the age thing, which she found a little humiliating at first, especially when she realized it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing.

Of course, she had to make the first move.

And it would happen at a time when you're alone, at the bar, probably ordering a drink (similar to Cordelia's).

The difference is that Fiona wouldn't waste any time.

So, you can expect anything, anything, from her.

Endless flirting to make you blush.

And she always cracks that smile when she succeeds.

She will probably strike up a conversation, trying to find out what your tastes are, and use that to her advantage in an attempt to win you over.

Apart from the irresistible charm, which she uses even involuntarily.

Not to mention that once she got more intimate with you, she would brag about being the Supreme and most powerful witch ever.

"Would you ever consider dating someone older, (Y\N), like, casually?"

Zoe Benson

I believe Zoe (just like Luke) would be the most normal person to fall in love with, and handle it better than other girls.

Like, of course, she has the issue of her power and the like.

But I don't think she would consider that, especially after getting used to being a witch and having control of her powers.

Not that there wasn't that care and concern for her safety either, because the moment she realized everything, she wouldn't want to lose you.

I think she would also be like Cordelia and would need some more time to gain confidence in herself to confess her feelings for you.

Still, you can expect a few notes in the most unusual places you should find them, written by her.

Some were references to poems, others were song lyrics. Zoe would use that feature to be able to declare herself to you without having to use her words.

A few subtle flirtations when you met casually, whether it was on purpose or not.

Zoe is incredibly distracted when she is in love with someone.

And that would yield great content for Madison, who would be the first to find out about her coven mate's new love.

In a pre-Apocalypse era, Cordelia would have been your confidant.

And if it happened after that, Zoe would find a way to handle it all on her own too.

Either way, Zoe wants you to be sure that being with her is completely safe, despite the troubled life she leads.

"I think I'm in love with you, (Y\N). I'm serious."

Madison Montgomery

(anon who asked me a while ago about madison falling in love and being a complete mess, this one's for you!)

I don't think I need to comment on how frustrated Madison would be to fall seriously in love.

She doesn't give in that easily to anyone, but with you it's strangely different.

You can expect a softer side of her to come out over the days.

Not that her bitch side didn't prevail, of course, but you get the point.

Madison has a huge difficulty with words, and she secretly doesn't want you to know that it's because she has self-esteem and emotional issues.

Usually, when she stutters to talk to you, Madison pretends it was just a random distraction, with something passing by that caught her attention.

And you know the truth, but you think it's cute when she doesn't admit it, so you just let it go.

When she decides to tease you for fear of showing too much weakness and showing her feelings, it gets hot…

Like, when her bitch persona takes over, you can expect the dirtiest flirting, with her claiming with all the certainty in the world that she's going to win you over, no matter what.

But the thing that always gives away how much Madison fell in love with you is her jealousy flare-ups.

If you're relatively close and hang out together, she'll get used to other people talking to you.

But if you start a friendship for now, you can expect that seeing another person too close to you would give her a nervous breakdown.

Another one of the cute things Madison in love would bring you.

Given time, she would open up to you, no dirty jokes, no malicious intent, just pure, genuine feelings.

"Fuck, (Y\N), I swear to God I'm going to regret this, but I need to tell you that I'm in love with you, and this time I mean it."

Misty Day

There is no more lovable person while in love than Misty Day.

(Okay, my favoritism plays a big part, but honestly, I can't imagine anything else happening on Misty's part.)

It's very likely that this is her first time falling in love with someone, and it leaves her literally in a panic for days…

She's always done pretty well on her own, but after she got to know you, she realized that company might not be such a bad idea.

But she's a little scared to get close to you, scared that you'll somehow abandon her.

So things would start out slow, with Misty approaching you, making conversation and hoping to get to know you better after that.

You would expect her to get very carried away talking about the things she likes (aka Stevie Nicks, swamps and flowers).

And you can hope that would be the cutest thing to witness.

Speaking of flowers, she would take you to see the Miss Robichaux Academy greenhouse, in an attempt to get even closer.

And then she would make a point of introducing you to her favorite songs.

If it happens at a time when she's already tested the Seven Wonders, Misty would make a point of playing with a few of them to see if you're more easily impressed.

Misty is exceptionally clumsy when it comes to being in your presence.

Like, at the ultimate level, literally, she's a mess whenever she sees you, her nervousness, wondering if she's doing everything right.

And Cordelia would be responsible for calming her down when needed (and giving her advice on the best ways to get to you.)

"So, (Y\N), I think… I think I like you. Like, a lot. In fact, I think I'm in love with you, that's it."

Nan

Nan is too confident about her feelings to talk to you.

So honestly when she realizes she's in love it's not a problem.

She's just a little in doubt if it's really what she wants, and if you won't be amazed at the things she can offer.

Nan realizes that falling in love is harder than she thought, so whenever she can, she enlists the help of the other girls.

Madison would certainly tell her to confess her feelings at once and don't give a shit.

But Zoe would certainly be keen to give the best advice.

As it turns out, Nan has her own ways of dealing with these kinds of feelings, and again, once she really does gain confidence, she'll come after you without any help.

Little gifts and a few words of affirmation are all it takes for Nan to demonstrate how in love she is with you.

She's occasionally showing off her gift of clairvoyance, just to impress you and make sure it's not a problem.

"Okay, this is incredibly unexpected, but I'm having a vision about us… and that means I love you beyond friendship, (Y\N)."

Queenie

Queenie would probably be a person who would easily give in to feelings.

Not that being in love wasn't a shock to her, because it would freak her out that anyone actually cared about her for who she really is, even if she was a complete mess.

But once she was sure how she felt about you, she would go to great lengths to let you know.

She's completely honest, so whatever she has to say, she'll say it to your face, of course, as softly as possible, but directly.

Queenie is the type of person who, in front of others, would pretend to hate clichés.

But she would do them all for you, from little notes to sweets to a cliché date in the moonlight to flowers, anyway…

Now, if you wouldn't mind knowing, Queenie would die and kill for you (after all, that's what voodoo skills are for, right?).

She wouldn't think twice about confronting someone who was harming you, even if it meant hurting the person physically.

"I'm sorry, but I had to. I love you, (Y\N)."

And at the end of the day, she's just being honest and looking out for you.

Myrtle Snow

Complete madness, that's what it would be like when Myrtle Snow fell in love with you.

She may appear calm in front of others, but would secretly freak out when she realizes she's into you.

Unlike Fiona, she probably wouldn't deal well with the idea of the age gap at first.

But Myrtle would get used to it and see how insignificant it is when she realizes that her company is good for her.

Like, it's the first time Myrtle has been able to feel truly happy, not being in Fiona's shadow or the Council itself.

And she would certainly go against several Council laws for you.

But there would be the weird part of it, the crazy things you would be exposed to, being with Myrtle.

Of course, at first her ideas were completely crazy, but you learned to like it and get used to it.

To help, now you make her think twice before trying to gouge someone's eye out or making an impulsive decision.

Countless trips to Balenciaga now and then, the only place Myrtle and you would feel safe being yourself.

"(Y\N), honey, I think I like you more than I should. I think I definitely love you, in a romantic and sexual way."

Mallory

The biggest cliché of two teenagers falling in love could possibly happen between you.

Mallory is the most devoted and romantic person you could ever meet.

She's shy about admitting her feelings for you at first, but she'll learn the best way to say it without being too direct and scaring you off.

Coco basically being your cupid.

Mallory would hand you little presents from time to time, and when she noticed you had a bad day, she would do anything to cheer you up.

Very cute scenes of jealousy would happen even before she confessed her feelings.

Just like Misty, she would use her knowledge of the Seven Wonders and other powers to impress you.

And maybe, combined with her angelic beauty, it would work.

"I love you, (Y\N). More than a friend. More than I've loved anyone in my entire life."

Marie Laveau

Marie is tough and keeps everything a big mystery.

But she wouldn't be initially surprised to be in love with you no matter what.

I mean, she doesn't have to worry about love lives anymore after she supposedly got the woman she once ruined with her romances.

Without Delphine, Marie would become someone much more open and secure about her feelings.

And she would let you figure it out for yourself what was going on, though, because she was still afraid to express herself out loud.

She would make a point of keeping you safe from her enemies.

And I think Marie would be the perfect companion to learn how to survive in an increasingly cruel and evil world.

After all, three centuries of existence had to indicate something, right?

"The thing is, I think you're hot, (Y\N), and what do we do now?"

Kyle Spencer

Kyle is the smol bean we all deserve.

If it happened before the accident and before he was magically turned into a frankenstein, he would do anything to get at you in the best possible way.

But if it happened before, he would probably also be brave enough to take the first step and surprise you with the most infamous pick up lines.

If it happened later, Kyle would be afraid to scare you with brutality as an enemy.

But he would be surprised when he realized that the love he felt for you kept him from hurting you in any way.

Small gestures that would show how much he loves you, secretly, without having to use words.

Kyle would still remember a little bit of his life before the accident, so as time went on, he would become frustrated with not being able to talk to you about how he felt.

And I think he would make an effort to learn to speak again if it meant that it would bring you closer.

"I. Love. You. (Y\N)."

[marchtomydrums]

You're Safe Little One

Cordelia Goode x Ally Mayfair x Wilhelmina Enable x reader (mother/daughter)

“What are we going to do?!” Zoe shouts looking down at Madison who is passed out on the bathroom floor.

“I’m going to have to call my mom.” You sighed reaching for your phone.

“Are you insane?!” Zoe shouts grabbing your phone.

“Cordelia will be so pissed, and Mina might kill us all.”

“I know that’s why I’m calling Ally!” You yelled at her snatching your phone back.

Zoe rolls her eyes “You think Ally isn’t going to tell them?”

“She will tell them but at least she won’t freak out on me until tomorrow. Plus we need to get out of here those guys Madison met are giving me the creeps. And I’m feeling dizzy, I think they drugged us, Zoe.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know something just doesn’t feel right. I’m calling Ally.”

Zoe nods as she goes back to Madison to check on her. Meanwhile, you waited for Ally to pick up breathing heavily as the phone rang.

“Hey, honey.” She answers.

“Ally.”

“What’s wrong love?” She asked.

Damn, how did she know just by your voice? You think to yourself.

“Can you please pick me, Zoe, and Madison up? I know you’ll be mad but we’re at this party and there are some guys here and they’re giving me bad vibes. And they gave us drinks but Ally I don’t feel good. Something is wrong. And Mads is passed out and I can’t wake her up.”

“Where are you?”

“I can send you my location. We are all three locked in the bathroom. But ally..please hurry. And please don’t bring Mom and Momma. I know you guys will be mad but I don’t feel comfortable here.” You tell her.

“I’ll be right there,” Ally says hanging up the phone. You let out a breath of relief as you ended the phone call.

“So we’re good?” Zoe asked.

“Yeah. Ally’s cool. We will be fine.” You said giving her a small smile as you tried to center yourself.

It was not fine an hour later you felt worse and then you heard the door slam open and instantly you knew.

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n!!!” The voice echoed throughout the house.

“Fuck.” You mumbled unlocking the bathroom door to see Cordelia, Mina, and Ally standing there.

“Ally.” You whined.

“Don’t blame her you know better!” Cordelia shouts. Looking over she sees Madison lying on the ground.

“Shit Madison.” She sighs walking towards her and leaving you with Ally and Mina.

“Did those boys hurt you?” Mina asked looking over at the group of young boys.

“No ma’am. I just got a weird vibe from them so I called Ally to bring us home.”

“Well I’m proud of you for that but I’m also extremely disappointed in you. Not only for drinking but for calling Ally and putting her in an impossible position.”

“I know.” You whispered bowing your head.

“You and Zoe go to the car. We will be there in a few.” She says.

You and Zoe nod your heads as you walk past her towards the car. Walking past Ally you stopped and whispered “I’m sorry Al.”

Ally nods as you walked past her sighing a bit as she watches Mina and Cordelia yell at the group of boys. Once Cordelia was able to lift Madison she walked to the car putting her in the back seat. Before they can leave Ally stops the older women.

“Listen I know she’s in trouble and she could have gotten hurt but let’s try to remember that they’re just teenagers before we make any decisions.”

“What’s your point?” Mina asked.

“My point is go back and remember what it was like to be 15. When I was her age I never would have called my parents. No matter what was going on. I didn’t trust them enough. All I’m saying is cut her some slack, please. She knew something was wrong and she called.”

“She called you!” Mina shouts.

“And maybe you should ask yourself why!” Ally shouts back.

“Because she thought you would lie to us. Because you’re the cool parent.” Mina scoffs.

“She knew I would tell you both eventually. She called me because she knew I would come no questions asked.” Ally says.

Cordelia sighs” She’s right Mina. We can both be a little hard on her. We expect a lot from y/n.”

Mina sighs “Clearly not hard enough. Look where we are. She could have been hurt!”

“Yes, but she called before it got that far. So maybe Ally is right, she should be cut some slack.”

“Let’s go home,” Mina mumbled walking to the car.

The ride home was spent in silence. The three women each had thoughts running around their minds. Madison and Zoe were passed out but you couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was the drugs or your anxiety but you couldn’t close your eyes.

Once you reached the academy Zoe and Madison wake up enough to walk to their rooms with the help of Myrtle and Misty. You stayed behind because you knew the night was nowhere near over for you. The three women sighed a breath of relief before heading straight into the living room.

“Y/n come here,” Cordelia calls out. You sighed walking into the room.

The three of them were sitting on the couch. Cordelia opens her arms out to you. “Come here, honey.”

You nod as you sit in her lap and she wraps her arms around you.

“Are you okay?”

You shake your head no. After everything that happened tonight, you finally broke once you realized you were safe.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have gone to that party. But it was fine at first until they gave us the drinks. The boys kept looking at us and asking if we were okay but I knew something was wrong. The room was spinning and once I realized Madison passed out I told Zoe I was calling Ally. I knew Ally would tell you guys but I didn’t want you to come and see me like that. I just wanted to come home. I’m sorry Mom.” You said crying into her shoulder.

“It’s alright baby you’re home now. You’re safe.” Cordelia says softly.

“I know I disappointed all of you. I’m so sorry.” You cried.

“Honey, you're young things like this happen. But I am very proud of you for calling me.” Ally says with a smile.

You returned the smile to her as you looked over at Mina. The thought of disappointing any of your moms was hard for you but especially when it came to the redhead.

“Momma... I…I’m sorry. I know you expect more from me and I let you down. I’ll do better I promise.” You tell her looking down at your feet feeling ashamed for letting her down.

“Little one look at me please,” Mina calls out.

Lifting your head slowly you make eye contact with her.

“When Ally told me what was going on I was so angry. I went there with every intention of yelling at you and causing a scene. And yes I was disappointed. But more than anything I was scared. Scared that something had or was going to happen to my little girl. I felt out of control and that scared me. Because I never want you to get to hurt. The thought of those boys hurting you frightened me. I know I’m hard on you. And I know that you worry that you’re letting me down. But that is far from the truth. You make me so happy and so proud to call myself your mother. And tonight I was extremely proud of you. Not only for calling for help but for taking care of Madison and Zoe and keeping the three of you safe until we got there. I love you sweetheart and I just want to always keep you safe that’s all. “

“I know. But still, I’m sorry Momma.”

“I know dear. Come here.” She says opening her arms out to you.

You crawled into her lap laying your head on her shoulder as you cried. The three women sat in silence as you cried. Each thanking the gods that you were safe but also thinking about what could have happened if they hadn’t gotten there in time.

“Momma I don’t feel good.” You whispered.

“How much did you drink?”

“Only one. I swear. I feel sleepy. “

“It's the drugs,” Ally states looking at the other women.

“They drugged them for sure. We all know Madison is a heavy drinker and she was out cold. Zoe mentioned Madison only had two drinks. Those boys had an agenda for sure.”

“ They’re lucky I didn’t kill them.” Mina growls.

“Agreed. But for now, let’s focus on the girls. I’ll have Myrtle and Misty stay with Zoe and Madison and we will take y/n to our room for the night. “ Cordelia says.

“Sounds like a plan,” Ally says standing up.

“Let me carry her Mina,” Ally says taking you out of the redhead's lap.

You groaned trying to focus on Ally but your eyes were too heavy.

“Ally?” You questioned.

“I’ve got you sweet girl. Everything is okay.” She cooed carrying you upstairs to their bedroom.

Once Cordelia and Mina checked on the other girls the three women laid down in bed with you. They watched over you as you slept peacefully.

“Some many things could have happened tonight.” Mina sighed caressing your cheek.

“True. But she’s safe now and that is all that matters.” Cordelia whispered.

“I know but..”

“Mina,” Ally calls out to her holding her hand tightly.

“She’s safe love. She’s alright.”

Mina nods her head as she bends down to kiss your forehead.

“You’re safe little one.”

[drowningyoursorrow]

(THEY LONG TO BE) CLOSE TO YOU

kyle spencer x gn! Reader

You were new to being in the coven and most often kept your distance from the rest, excluding Violet. So when she brings back a zombie-like boy back from wherever he came from, you were appalled. Everyone eventually had to watch over him and his wellbeing like some baby. You stayed away from him, until you couldn't anymore.

!!!: none? W/C: 1.3k

THE WITCHES had something to attend to, and you didn't want to partake, earlier you had to go over the limit with your powers. Still exhausted and worn out, Cordelia decided that it would be best if you rest. You were a bit ashamed of how weak you still were but knew that Cordelia was always right. You were fine with the suggestion, noting that you could practice a bit more in the meantime and look after the place. Zoe suggested that since you weren't going with them, you could look after Kyle.

You didn't steer clear of him out of dislike, you actually felt sorry for him, and he often made you feel sad. But whenever Zoe were to look after him, he would break down and throw a "tantrum" in the most sudden moments. He seemed to be fond of Zoe, and he would still freak out like that, it scared you a bit. Although he was zombie like and wasn't the best talker, he still had indescribable strength to him. In which you feared him because of it, it was ridiculous, but him being like Frankenstein didn't help your case.

But you knew Zoe cared deeply about his own wellbeing, and she was particularly kind to you. So you decided to suck it up and try your best, now wishing you did help look after him. Because when you walked back into the school, he stood before you, and you didn't know what to do. He had a forlorn expression of Zoe leaving, and it did make your heart ache, so you greeted him with a smile. It seemed he wasn't used to you two interacting either, because he returned with a confused look.

He studied your expression, and you did the best you could to make it seem more genuine coming from you. It sufficed, since he held a bigger smile than you, almost as if he was happy you finally spoke to him. "Alright Kyle, let's uh- what do you want to do?" You paused for a moment, realizing that he can't really answer your question, but he was trying. You tensed, not meaning to already frustrate him, and just grabbed his arm and pulled him with you near the doorway.

"Let's go for a walk, yeah?" You turned expectantly to him, and he nodded sheepishly at the question, extending out his arms. You stared at him confused on what the hell he was doing before realizing, he wanted help with his coat. So you delicately put it on him, afraid that he might react a certain way if you were too fast and urgent. You put his mittens on him too, deciding it was too cold out, he stared down at you as you slid them on.

A smile was adorned on his features as he smiled at you, you were already wearing your coat from previously walking out with the rest. You grabbed your own gloved from your pockets, ready to put them back on, before Kyle stopped you. He stared at you as he wore a big grin and took your gloves, he must'e wanted to put them on you like you did with him. It was a sweet gesture, but it would be harder for Kyle since he already had mittens on, and he was just fiddling with them. Trying to make them fit onto your hands, he was trying his best, but it wasn't really working.

So, you used your fingers slightly redirecting them easier into the opening of the gloves, hum erupting from Kyle. They were crumpled on, but Kyle looked prideful as he looked up at you, awaiting your reaction. "Wow, Kyle, you did it even better than I ever could. You did a good job, thank you for helping me." There was sincerity in your tone as you smiled back at him, "W-Welllcomeee." His reply caught you off guard, you're not usually the one to hear him talk, and you smiled even harder as you led him outside.

You knew Cordelia said it would be better if you were to rest, but how he eager he looked to go on a walk made you want to. Your body and mind were sore, but you figured you could hold off long enough until you get back. As you and Kyle strolled aimlessly, you were thankful that he wasn't able to pick up on much of your staggering. Too absorbed with the scenery and views in front of him and all around him. It made you smile and so you just gazed at him as you walked side to side, you created some distance not wanting to bump into him.

You steered him into the direction of a nearby park, neither of you really speaking. Just enjoying the presence of one another. You finally directed your attention away from Kyle and stared forward, the cool breeze settling around you. "It's so beautiful out here, I should go on walks more." You felt Kyle stifle beside you and give you a pout, unsure of what he wanted, "what, no? I shouldn't go on walks?"

He just shook his head, wanting to obviously say something, but couldn't really muster up the words to do so. Instead, he just took your hand beside him and walked closer alongside you, you were confused now. You two were close now, walking together, "You want us, to go on walks more? Together?" "Yeeess, too....to-togethhherr." You both looked at each other, you nodded at his words as you both giggled alongside each other.

You remembered the proximity of you two, since he got his point across, you separated yourself from him once more. Not wanting to make anything awkward for the both of you, but Kyle snapped his head at you. He was pouting again and tried reaching for your hand again, "are you still cold? Here, you can wear my gloves underneath your mittens." You were beginning to take off your gloves before he stopped you and shook his head, slowly encasing your hands with his. He peered up at you, wanting to know if you understood what he wanted, and you did, you just gave him a small smile.

Confused and unsure of the moment that you two were sharing, you assumed that this would comfort him. So you squeezed his hand to reassure him, and he sheepishly smiled at you before continuing on walking. Although you never really spoke to Kyle, you understood why Zoe cared so deeply for him. Although he was a grown man, he had that sense of wonder in him that disappears in people when they get older. You could see the gleam in his eyes as he looked at you once more, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

He was so beautiful and throughout your guy's stroll, you acknowledged the amount of times Kyle refrained from lashing out. Instead, he looked deeply into your eyes and relaxed, he was trying not to freak you out, as if he knew why you avoided him. You felt your stomach do something and instead of hesitance and fear as you walked with Kyle. It turned into comfort and relaxation, you let him walk side by side with you and let him be right at your hip. Kyle was smiling incredibly hard as he looked back at you, seeming grateful that you finally let him in.

Neither of you needed to speak and just held each other's hands tighter, not knowing why you both found relief in another. Suddenly you felt hot, very hot, and your skin itched uncomfortably. You felt your legs begin to give out as your breath quickened, your body was beginning to feel incredibly painful. And your steps began to falter, Kyle only turned to you, hearing yelling, before you fell and everything turned black. You should've listened to Cordelia, she was always right.

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- Title is a song that pre-death Kyle would listen to unironically when he's in love - Part two, maybe if I'm feeling romantic - I love Kyle, he's so adorable - Mildly proofread

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[gingerteafairy]

milk me. (kai anderson x f!reader)

Kai gave you a smirk before turning back to his drums and bandmates. But that smirk lingered in your mind, and you knew—he was paying attention to you, and that was never a good sign.

tags: DUB-CON, angst, musician!reader, drummer!kai, anxiety, cursing, oral (m!receiving), slut shaming, health problems, diet restrictions, cum eating, dom!Kai, sub!reader, obsession, dark themes, porn w waaay too much plot.

disclaimer: the coven girls are your band mates, so it's kinda crossover.

Words: 5.7k

The band had become famous, and you still followed them on Instagram, secretly feeling jealous of how successful they had been without you over the past three years. You swore you’d never come back again—not even to see a concert. But one night, your friend told you they were doing a free live show in your city, and you should go see your old mates. You still kept in touch with the bassist—he was one of your best friends. You missed her, and that was enough to get you out of bed and head to the venue. It was a cozy café, one where you and the band used to grab drinks after rehearsals. You arrived way too early. Great.

"Hey, I didn’t expect you to be here!" A familiar voice interrupted your melancholic thoughts. Your friend Zoe, the bassist, exclaimed happily. She stepped back from the keyboard and walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "I missed you."

"Yeah, it's been a while," you replied, hugging her back. "You’re still here?" You knew the answer. She never left. In fact, she became a professional and was recognized for her talent. The posts you scrolled through for hours on Instagram confirmed it.

"Of course. We got new members, new staff. It’s nothing like the mess we had in school. Madison still sings like her life depends on it," she laughed, pulling back from the embrace.

You looked around. Things had really changed. It was better, cleaner, and more organized. For a moment, you wondered if the problem was you. 

A blue-haired guy passed by, and Zoe waved at him. He nodded and went to the drums. You hadn’t noticed him before when you were stalking the band’s Instagram, but now… he was impossible to ignore. There was something dark, mysterious, and almost dangerous about him that drew you in. Something carnal. He met your gaze, and you swallowed hard, feeling your heart skip a beat. You weren’t even paying attention to what Zoe was saying anymore. The eye contact felt like a curse, his stare taking over your mind. A quiet "fuck" slipped from your lips. Thankfully, Zoe thought you were responding to her compliment about how hard one of their songs was. You knew he was trouble. A delicious kind of haunted trouble.

"Hey, you should take a better seat. Let me show you," Zoe’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, breaking the intense eye contact between you and the blue-haired guy.

"No, I’ve already—"

"Oh, shut up. Let’s go," she interrupted, pulling you by the hand.

Zoe spoke to a security guard, who then escorted you to seats right in front of the stage. It wasn’t your favorite spot, but you gave in. Zoe wanted to be kind, and this was her way of showing affection. You sat down, irritated by the excited chatter around you as people discussed the band. That guy was still on your mind, and you caught yourself glancing at him while he spoke to the other members and staff.

A few minutes later, the concert began. You could tell they were so much better than before. The sound sent chills down your spine. You smiled throughout the entire concert, enjoying the music and every detail of it. Madison saw you in the crowd and made the band cheer for you, explaining how you were the amazing guitar player who had found the band. It was so embarrassing, yet so beautiful. You missed it. And that was it—you decided you were coming back to the band, even if you had to fight the new guitarist for your spot.

"Hey!" You greeted shyly, your steps unsure as you walked toward the backstage area.

“You fucking little bitch” Madison ran to you with her finger pointed. You step back in fear, she's terrifying when she’s mad. She stops in front of you and her lips form a bright smile, surprising you with a big bear hug “I missed you so fucking much, you cunt” 

“Me too, Maddie” you replied, feeling your shirt wet by her tears She stepped back to look at your face, her pretty heavy makeup was all ruined. Even crying she was perfect. 

“You're going back to this band or I'll murder you, okay?” she barked, wiping her tears. 

“Okay” you smiled, feeling all band hug you. Except for the blue hair guy standing far away from the collective hug with his arms crossed, smirking when you looked at him. 

“By the way, I have to introduce you to Kai.” Madison made everyone separate from you, pulling you by the hand to face Kai. “So… this is the new guy, Kai. He's replacing that stupid Kim, you remember that dumb bitch?” She sticks her tongue in a disgusted look. “Anyway, he's weird as hell, but he's the best drummer I know” 

You smiled at Madison, but the moment your eyes met his, the smile faltered. Kai was taller than you wondered, and there was something about the way he stood there, his presence commanding and unreadable. Before you could find the words to speak, Madison tugged you along again, excitedly showing you all the changes the band had gone through since you left.

Kai gave you a smirk before turning back to his drums and bandmates. But that smirk lingered in your mind, and you knew—he was paying attention to you, and that was never a good sign.

Nights of preparation and grueling rehearsals passed, but Kai didn't utter a single word to you. It was driving you crazy. He stood there, silent, watching you like you were a specimen under a microscope, observing every move you made as if you were an exotic animal on display. The air between you thickened with tension every time he looked at you. One week till you join the band in a tour and you were thinking about all of the excuses you could use to talk to him.

“Do you think Kai hates me?” you whispered to Zoe, feeling the weight of his gaze from across the room. She raised an eyebrow, eyes trained on Kai as he stretched his back, preparing for another round of practice.

“Why would you think that?” she whispered back, not taking her eyes off him.

Kai’s gaze flicked toward you, and you and Zoe instinctively turned your attention to the wall, pretending to be lost in thought. When his focus shifted, you both dared to look back. His eyes were locked on you again. It was unnerving.

“He just stares at me every time I come here,” you muttered, watching as he casually grabbed his drumsticks. “It’s... kind of scary.”

“I heard he's been in prison.” Madison stepped by your side, smoking her cigarette with her signature bored look. “You think he has tattoos or piercings?”

“I don't know. We shouldn't guess what people did in their pasts. You don't even know that's true.” Zoe argued, slapping Madison's shoulder when she threw smoke in her face. “What the hell?”

“Don't tell me what to do.” She warned, rolling her eyes. “And.” She paused, smirking at Kai flexing his biceps to warm up. “He has this… serial killer look in his eyes, I don't know. It 's hot.” 

You innerly agree, he was hot as hell. Prisoner or not, his eyes told he could commit a crime anytime he felt a little unease with something. 

Zoe shrugged “I don’t know. He’s actually a pretty funny guy with me. He talks about anime with me all the time.”

“Boys don't talk about anime with girls they wanna hook up with. They keep this conversation for the basics.” Madison mocked, looking down at her, receiving a silent treatment.

“Maybe he’s just not sure how to approach you” Zoe said again, rubbing your shoulders.

Her words didn’t help. In fact, they only made it worse. You weren’t fooling anyone—especially not yourself. You weren’t just waiting for his approach. You were craving his attention, hanging on to every flicker of his gaze. His silence was torturing you. It wasn’t a crush anymore; it was a desperate ache. You felt like you were being pulled into a vortex, and all you could do was hold on, desperate for him to finally say something. Anything.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The game had gone on long enough. You had to do something. No more waiting.

“Hi,” you said, your voice trembling slightly as you walked up to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

Kai didn't respond immediately. For a long moment, he simply studied you, his gaze shifting from your eyes to the ground, then back up again. His silence was thick, almost suffocating, as if he was trying to decipher something hidden beneath the surface.

You stood there, a little awkwardly, waiting for him to say something. His lips twitched slightly, but he said nothing. Instead, his eyes softened for a brief moment before he spoke, his voice low and measured.

“Hi,” he finally replied, his tone guarded, as if every word he spoke was carefully considered.

You fought the urge to smile, feeling a strange mix of relief and frustration. There was something magnetic about him, something about the way he kept his distance, but still seemed to be watching, waiting for the right moment to engage. It made your heart race in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

“So, uh… you like the band?” You blurted out, the question coming out much too fast. You cringed at yourself for how it sounded, as if you were grasping for something to keep the conversation going.

Kai gave you a brief look, his lips pulling into the smallest of smiles before he shrugged. “I guess. I didn’t really know them before… but the music’s good.”

You chuckled nervously, feeling a little relieved that at least you were on the same page about that. "Yeah. It’s definitely... intense." You paused, then added awkwardly, “I used to be in the band, you know? Back in high school.”

Kai’s expression remained neutral, but he nodded slowly, like he was processing the information. “I figured,” he muttered, his voice quiet. “You got that vibe.”

And then, just like that, the conversation seemed to go quiet again. There was something in the air, a kind of mutual recognition. You didn’t know exactly what Kai was thinking, but for the first time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as invisible to him as you had feared.

You cleared your throat again, trying to shake off the unease. “Well, I should probably get back to the others,” you said, suddenly feeling awkward about standing there in silence.

“Yeah. See you around.” He replied, wrapping his hair in a low bun, his cheekbones and eyebags adding a charming look on his attractive face.

“See? I told you he wasn’t scary.” Zoe whispered, waving him goodbye. 

You looked back at him, wanting for his attention, but he already packed up his things to leave. “Yeah. He isn't.”

The day had finally come. Your outfit felt suffocatingly tight as the bus rattled along the uneven road. The fabric clung uncomfortably, amplifying your self-consciousness. You caught Kai glancing at you a few times as you maneuvered through the narrow corridor—retrieving your forgotten phone, heading to the tiny bathroom, or just passing by. His eyes lingered for a fraction longer than polite, yet no words escaped his lips. Not that they ever did.  

When the bus rolled to a stop in front of the hotel, relief swept over you. That evening, the band gathered for a complimentary dinner in a cozy dining room where the centerpiece was an elaborate spread of cheese dishes: creamy fondue, rich cheesecakes, and buttery breadsticks. The air smelled decadent, indulgent—and utterly unkind to you.  

Plot twist: you were lactose intolerant.  

While the others dug in, you sat at the edge of the room, nibbling on a cereal bar and sipping lukewarm Coke from a can. Across the table, Zoe savored every bite of her cheese fondue, moaning softly at the rich flavor. Kai, seated a few chairs away, devoured everything in sight—bread, cakes, dipping sauces. You couldn’t help but watch as he licked the remnants of melted cheese from his fingers, oblivious to the effect his unfiltered satisfaction had on you.  

“Hey, who didn’t get any cheese?” Kai’s voice cut through the chatter, his hand lazily wiping his fingers on his jeans.  

Your stomach twisted. “Uh… I didn’t,” you said softly, shrugging as if it didn’t matter.  

His eyebrows shot up. “Can I have yours?” His tone was casual, almost apologetic, as if he hated himself for asking.  

You hesitated. He didn’t know, couldn’t know, why you weren’t eating. “Sure,” you said, sliding the untouched plate toward him. You watched as he demolished it, the meal vanishing with startling speed.  

After dinner, Kai strolled to the hotel lobby, sprawling on one of the couches with a satisfied groan. Zoe joined him, her laughter ringing out as they talked. Something about the ease between them—the way her hand brushed his knee when she leaned in—made your chest ache.  

You wanted to be her. Just for a moment.  

The invisible weight on your shoulders grew heavier as you retreated to the shared room upstairs. Zoe’s cheerful voice still floated faintly from the lobby. Inside, Madison lay sprawled on her bed, dead to the world, her hair fanned across the pillow in a mess of gold.  

You stood by the window, looking out at the quiet street below, and let the longing sink in. Kai was close—just a floor below you—but he might as well have been on another planet.  

You leaned against the window, letting the cool glass soothe your heated forehead. The streetlights painted golden streaks across the pavement below, cars occasionally passing in a hush. The stillness of the night outside clashed with the chaotic yearning in your chest.  

Kai fucking Anderson.

The way he laughed with Zoe downstairs replayed in your mind like a taunting echo. How did she always manage to be so effortless? So seen? You pulled yourself away from the window and sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your reflection in the small mirror across the room. Your thoughts twisted, irrational and loud.  

You couldn’t sit still. You grabbed your jacket, slipped on your shoes, and stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. Maybe some air would help.  

Downstairs, the hotel lobby was nearly empty. The receptionist tapped away at a computer, oblivious to your presence as you hesitated at the base of the stairs.  

And there he was.  

Kai sat on the same couch, leaning back with one arm draped lazily over the backrest. His other hand held a Monster can, the condensation pooling in droplets on the table beside him. Zoe was gone, leaving him alone in the quiet, his gaze fixed on something unseen.  

Your pulse quickened. Turn back. Go back to the room, your mind whispered. But your feet moved forward, slow and uncertain, until you stood a few feet away.  

“Thanks for the cheese” His voice broke the silence, catching you off guard. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the faintest trace of a smirk playing on his lips when he glanced at your bare legs. “You’re still awake.”

“I—uh, couldn’t sleep.” You shifted your weight, hugging your jacket around yourself.  

He gestured to the space next to him. “Same here. Want to sit?”  

You hesitated. Then nodded.  

The couch sank slightly under your weight as you sat, careful to leave a respectable gap between you. The air between you felt charged, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable.  

“Not a fan of cheese, huh?” he asked, breaking the quiet.  

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Not exactly. I’m lactose intolerant, allergic to be more specific. I can't even eat a spoon of ice cream without a collapse. The whole dinner was a bit of a nightmare for me. My mind was already at the hospital.”

His brow furrowed, his smirk fading into something closer to guilt. “And I stole your plate. Damn. Sorry, I didn’t know.”  

“It’s fine,” you said quickly, waving it off. “At least it didn’t go to waste.”  

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still, I feel kind of bad. I owe you one, you must be hungry.”  

The words hung in the air, laced with a weight you couldn’t quite place.  

You looked at him, really looked at him, for what felt like the first time. His features were softer in the dim light—his usually sharp jawline slightly relaxed, his dark hair messy and unkempt. There was something vulnerable in the way he avoided your gaze for a moment, almost as if he was afraid of what he’d find if he looked too long.  

“You don’t owe me anything,” you said quietly, surprising even yourself with the sincerity in your voice.  

He met your eyes then, and for a second, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you.  

“You’re attractive,” he said, his voice low and laced with something unrecognizable. “Beautiful.”

“What?” you gasped, your heart skipping a beat as his words sank in. Panic bubbled to the surface as he leaned in, his gaze roaming your face with unsettling focus, like he was memorizing every detail.  

“I want to try something,” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, softer, pulling you into a dangerous undertow. “Would you mind?”  

Your breath hitched, and all you could manage was a shaky, “Uhm…” You nodded slowly, your head moving almost against your will.  

You tried to steady yourself, adjusting your posture in a weak attempt to appear calm. But it was futile. He was too close now, his face mere inches from yours. The scent of him—clean with a hint of something musky—wrapped around you, clouding your thoughts.  

His lips curved into the faintest smile, like he was savoring your nervousness. “Relax,” he whispered, the word barely audible, more felt than heard. “I'm just checking something.”

And then he leaned in closer, the gap between you disappearing with agonizing slowness. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat like a thunderclap in the silence. His lips hovered just over yours, the ghost of a touch sending shivers down your spine.  

Your mind screamed a hundred questions, but none of them mattered. Not when the moment stretched on, and the tension between you snapped taut, pulling you closer, locking you in place.  

His lips brushed against yours—not tentative, not hesitant, but deliberate. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that stole your breath; it was controlled, calculated. Kai moved with precision, his lips firm and purposeful, as if he were testing a theory, searching for an answer that only you could give him.  

You didn’t move, didn’t resist. You simply let him lead, your body still and pliant under his touch. Your hands rested in your lap, fingers curling slightly as you fought the urge to do anything that might break the spell.  

His hand rose slowly, his fingertips grazing the line of your jaw before settling just beneath your chin, tilting your face upward. His touch was light but commanding, and you followed the motion instinctively, your breath steady despite the racing of your heart.  There was no resistance, no hesitation—just silent obedience, as though this moment belongs entirely to him.  

When he finally pulled back, his gaze lingered on your face, studying you like a scientist examining the results of an experiment. His thumb brushed against your cheek, a fleeting touch that felt more curious than tender.  

“Well?” His voice was low, quiet, almost clinical. “How did that feel?” It felt less like a romantic moment and more like you were under a microscope—but for some reason, you didn’t mind

You blinked, your thoughts muddled, your voice soft when you finally answered. “I… don’t know.”  

Kai’s eyes stayed locked on yours, searching, analyzing, as if your silence spoke volumes. His thumb lingered against your bottom lip for a moment longer before he finally drew back, putting just enough space between you to make the air feel colder. 

“You’re exactly what I’ve been searching for,” he said, his voice steady and deliberate, like a revelation he’d just confirmed.  

The weight of his words pressed against you, heavy and incomprehensible. Your lips parted to speak, but no sound came out.  

Before you could piece your thoughts together, Kai leaned back, his usual calm composure slipping effortlessly into place. He stood, adjusting his jacket as though nothing monumental had just occurred.  

“I’ll see you later,” he said, his tone lighter now, almost casual, as though the last few moments hadn’t left you completely unmoored. Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode toward the elevator, his steps unhurried, confident.  

You watched him disappear, the soft chime of the elevator doors echoing faintly in the quiet lobby. And then, you were alone.  

The stillness of the lobby suddenly felt oppressive, and you found yourself retreating back to your room in a daze. You lay down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts tangled and restless. His kiss, his words, the way he’d studied you so intently—it all , refusing to be ignored. 

And the questions kept you awake until 3 AM.

You scrambled out of bed, grabbing the first clothes you could find in your suitcase and pulling them on haphazardly. Your reflection in the mirror was far from polished, but you didn’t have time to care, not even to your microskirt you forgot you had. You knew his room, a single one, he was firm in his decision to not share it.

You hurried downstairs, the laces of your shoes haphazardly knotted, and paused at his door. A strange noise reached your ears—soft, unsettling. Run. Danger. Get the fuck out of here. Your instincts screamed, but something stronger compelled you to stay. Taking a shaky breath, you twisted the handle and stepped inside.

Kai sat cross-legged on the bed, the flickering glow of candles casting shadows across his face. The red carpet beneath them bore darkened spots where wax had dripped and hardened. On a small desk nearby rested a music box, its haunting melody weaving through the still air. His expression was unreadable, but a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.  

“You’re late. Close the door and sit,” he commanded, his tone firm yet laced with an edge that sent a shiver racing down your spine. “Take your jacket off.”

Your hesitation lasted only a moment before you obeyed, leaving the piece on the chair and perching awkwardly on the edge of the bed. Your gaze flicked between him and the music box, its tune oddly hypnotic.  

“Come closer. Legs crossed,” Kai instructed, his words slicing through the quiet like a blade. Without thinking, your body complied, moving as though pulled by invisible strings, revealing your underwear shy beyond your legs when the skirt rolled up. 

Kai reached for a small piece of a fruit, Pineapple by the scent, his hand poised mid-air, his dark eyes boring into you with an intensity that made your breath catch. Slowly, deliberately, he brought the fruit to your lips. “Eat.”

Every rational thought screamed for you to run far away from that place, yet you parted your lips. The fruit brushed your tongue, its sweetness spreading as his fingers lingered longer than necessary before withdrawing. You chewed slowly, conscious of his hand now resting lightly on your jaw, umid fingers from your saliva trailing down to your throat as you swallowed.

“Do you know what you just ate?” he murmured, his voice low, almost casual, yet carrying an undercurrent of something sharper.  

“Pineapple,” you replied, your voice small. His gaze bore down on you, unrelenting. 

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Bromelain.”

The word sent a ripple of unease through you. You knew what it was—an enzyme found in pineapple. But the way he said it, the deliberate weight he gave to the word, made it feel far removed from any simple scientific fact. 

“You know what bromelain does to the body?” he asked, picking up another piece of pineapple and guiding it to your lips. His smirk deepened as you obediently opened your mouth again, chewing under his watchful eyes. “Good girl.”

“It aids digestion,” you said quietly, your cheeks flushing under the heat of his praise. But alarm bells rang in your mind, his words unsettling despite their surface simplicity. 

“Correct,” he said, his smile widening, another piece of pineapple. He leaned closer, tilting your chin upward with his fingers, his touch impossibly gentle yet commanding. “And do you know why I’m giving it to you?”

“No…” The word barely escaped your lips, shame curling in your stomach at how readily you’d accepted his offering, swallowing another piece.  

His chuckle was soft, dark, and it sent a tremor down your spine. He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, coaxing it open just enough for a strand of saliva to glisten before it fell. “Because you need to be ready for what I'll give to you.”

“W-What are you giving me?” you stammered, swallowing hard. The sweetness of the fruit lingered on your tongue, but his nearness overwhelmed every sense.  

His smile never faltered as he leaned even closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Milk.”

Your stomach churned as the realization hit. “Milk?” you whispered, the word barely audible over the faint hum of the music box.

His smirk widened, eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker. “That’s right. Milk.”

A cold sweat broke across your skin. Your voice trembled as you spoke, barely above a whisper. “Kai, you know I’m allergic—”

“I know.” He cut you off, the sharpness of his tone making your heart lurch. He chuckled softly, the sound low and almost playful, as though your fear were nothing more than a delightful twist in his game. “Relax,” he said, tilting his head, the smile on his lips at odds with the weight of his words. “This isn’t about harming you. It’s… an experiment.”

“Experiment?” you repeated, your voice strained

He nodded slowly. “You trust me, don’t you?” His tone was light, teasing, but the question hit you like a challenge.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came. The truth was tangled in your throat—Do I have a choice?

“What if I—”

He silenced you with a finger pressed lightly to your lips, his touch gentle but firm. “Shh,” he said, his smirk deepening. “Trust me.”

Before you could respond, his hand moved to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek. His gaze lingered on you, a mix of admiration and something darker simmering beneath the surface.

“You’re incredible,” he said softly, his words sinking into you like a hook. “So obedient, so easy… So fucking perfect for me.” His thumb traced the curve of your lip, and his voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper, his curse echoing in your mind. “Do you know how much I’ve been searching for someone like you?”

Your breath hitched as his face inched closer, the world narrowing until it was only him—the heat of his body, the weight of his gaze. When his lips finally met yours, it was as though the tension snapped, replaced by something intense and consuming.

The kiss was urgent, his control evident in every movement. His hand slid to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. Your whole body shivers when he tuck his hands inside your shirt, squeezing firmly your bare boobs, his smirk is instantaneous. “No bra? You're such a little slut, aren’t you? You were ready for this.” 

He twists your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, smiling when you cry out on his touch. “Kai… I don't think—”

“Quiet.” His tone is harsh, pinching your nipples harder, shutting you in a whimp. “Don't you think I wouldn't notice you looking at me so fucking needy? Begging me to fuck you till you brainrot? Desperate for my attention?”

You couldn't say nothing, moaning ashamed by the darker patch in your underwear growing like a river. He chuckles deviously again before ripping your shirt easily like paper, shivering by the cold air in your warm soft skin. He leans his head down to nip your left nipple before standing up, sighing as he runs his hands through his blue locks. 

“On your knees.” He commanded in a hoarse, undoing his belt on his dark jeans.”Now.”

Your body responded before your mind could catch up, your legs moving to your knees on the bed. His hands down his pants to his knees, getting you a sight of his rock hard cock inside his black boxers, that follow the same path of his pants. 

“God.” You breathe, biting your cheek innerly, breathing turns into a difficult task with his large cock standing tall next to your face.

“Tell me how much you want it.” His voice came out as a growl, as he held your throat softly. 

“Please…Kai, don't make me-” Your voice is merely a whisper with the lack of air, interrupted by the tightened grip, releasing in a second so you could talk more easily. 

“Tell me how desperate you are for this. I know when you lie. I know when everyone fucking lies. So use your words, cunt.” 

“Please. I want you so bad, Kai. Please. I'm desperate.” You exploded, cooed between coughs and sniffs. 

Kai chuckled at your poor reaction, giving space for you to breathe as he ruffled your hair in an affectionate way, rubbing his length against your cheek. “You're scared?” 

Your orbs catch his unreadable eyes, blinking nervously, his thumb brushing over your nipple while he wrapped his hand around his pulsating cock, softly groaning at the feeling. You pant, replying in a pity voice, “No.”

“Good.” He pouted, brushing a strand of hair from your face, before speaking in a low, dominant whisper “Suck.”

Your heart raced, your stomach twisting in awe and unease. Then, you part your lips, your flat tongue takes a long lick from his base to the tip, nerves sensing his taste while your hands grab his length on the base as your mouth accommodates his size.

“Fuck.” He breaths, moving his hands to the back of your neck to command a slow rhythm, decorating every spot of your mouth. “Touch yourself, I wanna watch you cum while you suck me like a whore.”

You felt ashamed for liking his harsh talk so much, opening wider your mouth, sobbing when his tip reached your throat as his thrusts became desperate. Your fingers tucked desperately inside your panties, stroking your clit just to slide one finger inside you, purring in his cock, til he slaps your hand.  

“Keep your pussy for me, rub your clit.” He hoarses, smirking when you take it out to stroke your spot while you suck his tip.

His hand linger on your hair, pulling it to put you in place as he fucks himself in your mouth, smirking at your crying face, sobbs and drool flowing on your face, which he squeezes after a slap. “Take your punishment for wearing those slut skirts in front of me. You like it, don't you? You like fuck fuck, keep going, babe.”

The vibration of your moans gets him high, rolling his eyes on the back of his head while he concentrates on your fast fingers, twisting. “You gonna cum sucking my cock? Gonna milk my bed?”

You murmur a muffled yes, closing your eyes by feeling your exploding orgasm closer, clenching on the bed. “No, no, no, no. Look at me” He growls, taking your aching jaw in his hand, another whimper escaping from your lips when you face him again with swollen eyes. “Yeah, just like this. Good girl.” 

He chuckles, hardening the grip in your hair as he gets down on your throat, laughing at your gag reflex. “God, you’re so pathetic. Can't live without a cock fucking your throat. So perfect, crying on my cock. So fucking obedient. Ooooh I'm gonna cum inside your mouth and give you the fucking milk you crave. You say that you could collapse by drinking it, but you want so badly, don't you? You want to take my fucking cum to feed yourself. You didn't have dinner, huh? My princess is starving. Take everything, babe. Come on, take it. Take it fuck” he babbles, moaning shamelessly with his cocking pulsating. 

Kai rocks his hips deeper till you feel warm thick wires in your throat with a breathed moan as he reaches his climax, pumping his seed deep and roughly, looking down to your suffering face taking all his spilling cum. “Drink.” 

Your eyes close firmly as you swallow his thick cum, gagging and coughing at the process, the liquid smooth and faintly salty against your laringe. Kai’s smile grew, his dark eyes softening as he leaned closer to kiss the top of your head, his voice low and warm. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with approval when he popped out his softened cock. “See? You did it. I'm so proud of you.” 

His words sent a strange warmth through you, cutting through the fear and arousal, leaving something else in its wake—a flicker of pride enough to rip your lips in a grin. 

Before you could even move, he lay you down on the bed, placing himself between your legs to spread them, catching both your wrists to pin them over your head with one hand, while the other hooked up your legs over his shoulders. “Kai what are you doing—” you try to protest being shut by a rough kiss.

“My girl deserves a reward for being so brave.” He began, leaning down to peck your lips, lifting to nip the thigh placed comfortably in his shoulders. “I'm gonna milk you everyday till you forget about any fucking meal you wanted to taste and couldn't have. You’re mine now, no more starving. Milk me.”

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