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interloved · 4 months ago

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toxic!anakin skywalker; ex boyfriend edition.

description box; your ex boyfriend anakin skywalker finds you at a party after weeks after your alleged break up. in his eyes, you’re still his girlfriend, so… why’re you hanging out with that guy? have you forgotten you’re his? you probably need him to remind you again… and he’ll do that with pleasure.

warnings; nsfw warning, mature themes like violence —> minor blogs do not read, TOXIC BEHAVIOUR LIKE THIS SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICISED!!; porn with plot, anakin is a toxic little psychopath as always (therapy when??), smut under the cut!, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

part one.

ONE THING ABOUT YOUR ex boyfriend anakin skywalker that you absolutely hate is how a fight between the two of you never fails to become a yelling match. anakin doesn’t always initiate it, you have to admit that, sometimes you did too, but it was usually his fault it became an argument at all.

another thing you hate is how the two of you have an unofficial “break up ritual”—and it’s escalated so badly that it’s gotten to the point where your friends are telling you to break up with him. constantly.

they say it’s unhealthy, it’s toxic, he’s not good for you. they say he’s controlling, he’s possessive, and that he’s a gaslighter. they say he’s a master manipulator, that his issues can’t be fixed by anyone, and that you should leave him before it’s too late.

it’s not like you haven’t tried. you have, you just keep failing again and again somehow. maybe because if anakin is anything, it’s addictive. you’re not sure what it is, but something about him always has you crawling back, back to his comforting embrace, back into his apartment, back into his arms.

you don’t know how he does it—maybe it’s that damned “break up ritual”. he’ll yell, you’ll yell back, he’ll cry and beg you to forgive him and to come back home, you’ll give him the cold shoulder for a month or two, he begs you to come back again, you make up (have sex), pretend that fight never happened and repeat. it’s always the same.

but this time, it’s different.

anakin and you have been broken up for about two months and a half, and your ex boyfriend is getting nervous. it’s never taken you this long to return home—usually, it’s never taken you more than two months to come back.

but never this long. and you’ve never attended a party without him. let alone talk to a guy. ever.

anakin’s fingers drummed on his steering wheel at somewhat irregular intervals, and he looked at the house he was parked in front of. the pictures his friend had snapped and sent him were blurry and dark, but there was no doubt he had captured your small frame—and the guy standing next to you.

“OK, that’s it.” he snarls, and he closes the door of his car.

you belong to me, he thinks.

IT DOESN’T TAKE YOU long to figure out the guy you’ve been talking to ditched you. you’ve been wandering around, looking almost everywhere for him, but you just couldn’t seem to find him. it appeared like you had been left alone.

but then, you found someone else. leaning on a doorframe. head slightly cocked, a small, triumphant smile. one that you were used to more than anything.

“ani?” you whisper in confusion, and you were thankful the music was too loud for him to hear that damned nickname you always used to call him. he made his way to you and for one split of a second, you considered just running away.

“hey, you,” he grins at you, “partying, huh?”

you blink. this was… too normal. he was acting like you guys had never broken up. but you were willing to believe he’d changed.

“yeah. um, my friend ditched me for dinner, sooo… now i’m here.”

he clicks his tongue, “aw, that sucks.” and suddenly, he’s looking at you with such an intense gaze. he’s always been this way—so overwhelmingly intense, possessive but intense. passionate, but intense. scary intense.

“i would’ve never ditched you.”

and there it is again. that possessive glint in his eye.

“i don’t belong to you anymore,” you mutter, looking away.

and then, all of a sudden, “i miss you.”

your head whips around. you didn’t expect that—partly because anakin isn’t the type to admit his feelings in generl, and partly because anakin’s never been the one to try and get you back. it’s always been you crawling back to him, never him chasing after you.

it’s such a stupid thought but, maybe he’s changed. he hasn’t

“listen, i know what you’re probably going to say, but why don’t we grab a coffee some time and just, i don’t know, talk—”

“sure,” you find yourself answering, you answered too quickly for your own liking and because you want to soften your response a little, you add, “why not? it’ll be nice catching up.”

anakin grins at you with a way that is just so unmistakenly anakin, and flashes you cheeky wink. “it’s a date, then.”

and maybe it’s because you’re lonely, or because you’re tipsy, or because you really do miss anakin too, but you return his mischievous smirk with a little smile of your own. and maybe it’s because you’re drunk, but you genuinely believed he had changed.

how wrong you were.

PART TWO COMING SOON!

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grimesgirll · 7 months ago

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alexandria is the break you've been yearning for since shit hit the fan.

an independent walled and gated community is exactly the place to catch your breath. the past eighteen months had been a blur of grit and gore; you deserve to decompress in a pretty house, not that you spent all of your time in your new settlement inside. you made a point to take judith on daily walks.

you're returning from one of your new routine walks to get judith down for her afternoon nap when you find olivia - the neighbor lady who ran the armory and the pantry - on the porch, greeting your name.

“hi,” you reply with a smile, bolstering the cooing baby on your hip. “what do i owe you the pleasure, olivia?”

“i’ve been meaning to get over here ever since shane brought it up to me-,” you pause. “-i wouldn’t mind having another set of hands around the armory at all, especially with the background shane mentioned you had.”

you purse your lips. “thanks. could we talk about this another time? maybe after the weekend? i’ll stop by.” you gesture to the little girl on your hip. “it’s just that i want to get her down now so her routine isn’t all out of whack later tonight.”

olivia nods, glasses bouncing a bit. “of course. come see me whenever you’re ready.”

you’re smiling and thanking her again before crossing the threshold with a huffy chest. it takes patience on your part not to slam the door but with judith in your arms, you slowly close it.

why would shane sign you up to work in the armory? is he stupid? you ponder. he didn’t even ask if you wanted to do something like that. you dismiss the thought the best you can and just focus on getting judith to sleep.

thank god for the blackout curtains jessie had sent over. judith sleeps like the dead with those things drawn.

a little rocking and the dark room do well to help the infant fall asleep in no time. that allows you to meander down the living room and hear the door swinging open.

"babe, we're back.”

you perk your head up when you see shane and rick come through the door. “hey, guys,” you forget to ask them how their day’s been when you see their new uniforms.

you have to pick up your jaw when you see the two men dressed in matching constable’s uniforms. you and shane hadn’t been dating for long when the world went to shit. he’d met you right after work before, even picked you up in the cruiser before but you forgot how strapping he looked in a uniform. brown and form fitting, you’re thanking the constable’s office inventory for stocking such flattering apparel.

you almost forget the frustration you’re harboring - the anger that had boiled, all because of how his ass looked in those brown fucking slacks.

“good to see you,” rick says with the same tone he had back on the side of the road when he helped you step back into your underwear.

“good to see you too,” you repeat, biting your lip.

a smirk appears on shane’s lips once he realizes you’re checking out their asses as you take their coats.

"why don't you head upstairs? we'll be up in a few minutes."

you nearly drop the jackets from your arms. “for what?” you ask, playing dumb.

rick is wordless and shane just smiles at you, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops. “you’ll see. we’ll see you soon enough.”

the bedroom is your next destination.

you’re tiptoeing up the stairs as not to disrupt nap time. those light treading feet are carrying you straight to the bed where you crumple into the comforter.

long was your day, longer would be your night. this is by virtue of the fact that you’ll have to ask shane about why olivia was about to onboard you to work in alexandria’s armory. and you’ll probably get split in half by an eight inch cock by the end of the night. you decide to put off your conversation with shane when your mind wanders to the newly clean shaven constable downstairs.

god, did he fit those pants wonderfully.

the man had been on your mind ever since this situationship of sorts emerged between the three of you - sans labels. awkward as it seemed, given all of your histories.

and then there’s shane.

don’t get you wrong, shane would give you the world if he could. whatever it would take to keep you nice and happy and purring “yes, shane” at his every word. he goes to greater lengths not just for your safety but for your convenience.

the man who’d circled back on a run after realizing he didn’t bring back your favorite brand of tampons. then again when the tampons be found had cardboard applicators. the one who held you at night in your shared cell back at the prison, kissed you and petted your hair, nuzzling as close as possible and telling you it would be alright. the man who trusted you to take care of his baby girl.

the one who had taken the time to give you not one but multiple masterclasses on firearms, shooting, and gun maintenance. he insisted that you know how to take care of yourself if it ever came down to and it boy, had it come down to it. more than once, you’d found yourself aiming your pistol and being forced to make a split second decision. the same man embraced you and reassured you in the aftermath of your beretta’s rounds claiming your first non-walker kill.

the man who’s about to fuck you into the mattress with his best friend.

you try to hold onto that thought as you shimmy out of the blue levi’s, deserting them on the floor thoughtlessly in search something cozier. digging through shane’s newly filled dresser drawers seems like an easy enough solution.

speak of the devil, he walks in with rick while you’re appraising a pair of gray sweatpants with a georgetown insignia on them.

“thought you had your own sweats.” shane’s behind you in an instant. just like rick, he’d noticed the way your sweatshirt falls to your thighs. “why don’t you just save those for later and let me help you take the rest off, huh?”

a telltale smirk takes over your face. a slant back into shane tells him all he needs to know.

he waits to toss you over his shoulder and situate you on the bed before he's yanking your boy briefs down your legs and brushing your clit with his fat finger. it's only natural that he's chuckling into your skin when you tense beneath him. prodding and playing with your newly awakened nerves, shane still managed to signal rick over to begin a maddening campaign, attacking your flush skin with their lips.

the lips on your that skin feel so deliciously inviting that you disregard how tender they turn you.

of course, shane is the one that can’t stand to wait.

“down you go, pretty girl.”

in an instant, he’s behind you with a finger in your pussy. you want to be upset that he's not still paying attention to the blushed out surface of your body but you’re too preoccupied with the hand in between your shoulder blades, encouraging your forearms down to the mattress. shane’s maintaining his grip on your hips and propping them up to send your ass straight towards the ceiling.

the moment that you feel a warm tongue, licking painfully slowly, and thoroughly towards your center, your hips jerk. shane is already bracing them, cooing, “easy, girl,” into your thigh before continuing the languid assault on your lips.

the lips on your face are pecked, if only briefly, by your boyfriend’s former crimefighting partner. licking your lips, you’re wishing he would circle back to connect your mouths again when a sharp sting interrupts your thoughts.

“fuck!” you cry into the comforter.

the obvious culprit is already testing the skin of your ass with his palm again. another yelp has blue eyes boring down, as if trying to memorize each moment you react - so expressively - to shane’s ministrations.

“what was that for?” you question, rotating your head to stealth a glance at him.

“fun.”

you’re about to tell shane about his idea of fun before a final slap and a sudden return to teasing your core spurs you away from the thought. pressure and heat course through you; shane just raises your internal temperature with a purposeful finger. you're whimpering at just the first stretch. past your throbbing rings of muscle, shane weaves a path with a single finger.

a heaved out moan has shane licking his lips. “gettin’ worked up off my fingers, baby?”

you nod. without a doubt.

another finger continues the mission of prying your tight cunt open for the men that would be taking turns with you until you’d come all over both their cocks. knuckle deep inside of you, the pressure is going to kill you before that third finger does.

“shane,” you’re hissing when he adopts a pace that has you clawing at his two fingers. “why are you being so aggressive with your fingers?”

“weren’t you complainin’ that it was ‘too much,’” he denotes with air quotes, “last time?”

rick seems to give you some breathing room at his friend’s taunt. he slinks back like his massive cock wasn’t the reason you’d been a sobbing mess in cowgirl on top of him the night before your group had reached noah’s old community in richmond.

you’d come so pornographically hard around him that you swear it’d been in your top five orgasms. but your cervix was still shot.

rick felt guilty. so guilty that he hasn’t fucked you since. only your mouth. of course he treated you to his mouth, his perfect tongue and his hands but you crave him inside of you. the thought of it with shane’s two pronged touch has you nearly grinding up the bed.

“fuck, shane,” you’re mumbling into the comforter, fists clenching when another finger worms into you.

“you ‘bout ready, baby?” shane asks, placing a strategic stripe down your clit as he fully buries his middle three fingers in you.

“mhmm.”

“wanna ask?”

a steady sentence isn’t going to come out of your mouth with how shane’s thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “please,” you sputter when he entrenches his fingers deeper inside of you.

“what was that?” the condescension in his voice has you squelching around his fast moving fingers.

you’re blushing at rick who has a hand on his cock and is staring straight into your teary eyes. “i want you to fuck me now, shane.” you don’t break eye contact with rick. “please.”

another smack lands on your reddening backside and suddenly those pleasure granting fingers are digging into your hip and you feel shane’s girth at your entrance.

“what do you want, baby?” shane asks. “you want me to fill you up?”

“yes, i want it so bad,” you’re begging through pouted lips.

rick doesn’t miss your doe eyes or how you moan shane’s name as he fulfills your fucked out request and fills you. even someone in the hallway can hear the wet sound from shane teasing your leaking cunt.

a few experimental strokes and shane is already balls deep. he didn’t heed the same new code of chivalry rick had adopted upon finding a hint of blood on the tip of his dick. that experience made you want to pull your hair out. stupid fucking cervix, you’d thought, ruining me getting fucked. rick didn’t usually treat you to such a pounding but the road did that to one. besides, he was freshly addicted to your cunt.

the electric feeling from how he’d taken you with shane that first time reignite as your boyfriend adjusts himself to brush against your g-spot. the fucked out look on your face can’t be missed as you let shane shovel his hips into you and closer to the only finish line you’d ever had no problem crossing. just like rick had plowed you into the mattress of the barracks you’d all stayed at in norfolk.

these thoughts of rick can’t escape you - even with shane groaning your name. the swats to your ass just go straight to your cunt and do little to rouse you from your daydreaming about the man lining himself up with your mouth.

yeah, you’re out of your mind already and he doesn’t even have his dick inside of you again.

“so good for me, baby,” shane’s gasping, his hand sliding down your ass to brace your thigh and fuck you deeper. “so good for us.”

rick nods, fingers pushing your hair out of your face and letting you take your time with him in your mouth. you hollow your cheeks and rock forward with shane when he cants into you. he’s gazing down at you as if this is the prettiest he’s ever seen you.

you could keep your eyes on him forever if it weren’t for the orgasm searing through you. it’d built up as you backed into shane and imagined how full rick would have you feeling - how connected, how close you’d feel with him inside of you.

“should’ve knocked you up back at the farm.”

god, that would’ve been inconvenient. you just focus on the pleasure you’re receiving and how you’re in alexandria with two men amazingly attractive men. it’s not the time but then again, shane doesn’t give you much of a choice with how revved up this whole coming in you business seems to be getting him. you can’t lie; it’s affecting you too.

so much that you’re nearly protesting when rick withdraws his twitching cock from between your lush lips, less than when shane pulls out of you. you won’t be protesting about what comes next though.

the first time rick had fucked your pussy you’d been whining, and you’re doing the same thing now.

“you wanna get on top?” shane questions, requiring you to repeat yourself before rick leans against the headboard.

still snickering at the whine that came out of you, your boyfriend helps to lift you and lower your hips onto rick who’s sprawled on his back, bronzed curls against the propped up pillow. rick hisses when his tip makes contact with your drowning heat again.

shane doesn’t waste any time. his hands are off you so he can situate himself on the bed to accommodate the best view of you two.

unfortunately, you’re not in shane’s lap so rick has him beat for the best seat in the house. or do you hold that seat?

your boyfriend hadn’t seemed too worried about you sliding too far down onto rick but rick was. his hands are firm on your hips - holding them in a semi-permanent place, only maneuvering for you as you rotate your hips down onto him.

“rick,” you rasp, wrapping your arms around his neck. you want to hear more from him so badly - to hear him panting your name. that’s your goal when you hurry your hips against him. you can tell that he’s hesitating, holding you back at first until you wiggle enough for him to allow you to break free.

grinding onto him, you watch a puffed out series of breaths escape his mouth. not missing a beat, you reposition your hips to sink deeper, hissing with rick and leaning into him. that’s when your clit begins to explode with pleasure from the friction.

“fuck,” you’re chanting. “fuck, that’s good. feels so good. fuck. fuck, that’s perfect.”

“dirty girl.” shane is teasing.

“just feels so fuckin’ good,” you’re twisting on top of rick, angling yourself against his pulsing member to stimulate all the perfect parts of your pelvis.

“is rick fucking you good, honey?”

you nod, having been given full license to be honest about how rick is making you gush.

“how good?” shane asks, hazel eyes on you while you ride rick.

your lip quivers. you feel rick thrum inside of you. “soooo good.” you’re saying in the lust addled way only you would. “you both make me feel so on.”

shane’s cock jumps and rick is picking up the pace. whatever motion your clit’s endured against rick is nothing once he crescents his fingertips into your sides. nice and deep, rick is threatening your cervix again but you don’t need to worry because he’s just taking the scenic route to your g-spot.

the same spot that’s making your toes curl and you chant for rick. “i’m close again,” you warn him. your head is falling onto his shoulder, blocking shane from view.

“you’ve got it, almost there, sweetheart,” rick rumbles into your ear.

his now gravelly voice against your ear has your cunt tightening. teeth pressed into your shoulder, you yelp and moan when rick brushes the flesh of your skin with his teeth. the purple marks being sown onto you will bloom later on but you don’t mind. not when your legs are shaking and you’re whimpering, “god, rick, you make me feel so fucking good.”

and suddenly you’re being fucked through your orgasm face down.

“so jessie cut your hair?”

rick nods and you’re hyper aware of how short his hair is. he’s so polished too. not that it’s terribly difficult to be after traveling on the road for so long.

“i liked your long hair. you should grow it out again.”

the new constable raises an eyebrow, leaning up on his forearms to sit up. “gotta’ shape up at some point.”

you would argue but shane’s distracting you with kisses to your shoulders and promises of morning sex already. you’re not distracted enough to miss rick’s weight absent from the pliable surface.

rick rises from the bed and you whine.

“i want rick to stay.”

shane scoffs. he extends his brawny arms across the bed. “baby, there’s barely enough room in the bed for the two of us.”

you shake your head, sitting up on your knees. “i think we can make it work. please,” you take a breath. “i just feel safer with you two in bed.”

“honey, there’s no room.”

“okay, i’ll just sleep on top of him then.”

you end up basically on top of rick - not that he minds. the night is spent with cuddled up into his chest; shane cupping the occasional hand around the curve of your ass.

weirdly, you’re falling asleep in no time. the steady thrum of his heartbeat lulls you. sleeping on top of rick might have to become a part of your bedtime routine.

shane wants you to pull a hostile takeover of the armory.

you stand with your arms crossed, giving the man one of your signature frowns. "why would i want to keep an eye on olivia in the armory?"

shane looks at you as if it's obvious. "it's good to have a hand on things," he explains, sighing your name. "it's good to have someone on the inside, in case..."

"-in case what?" you question.

shane stares at his feet.

you smolder. "you seriously can't be expecting to have to seize their guns, shane. we just got here for christ's sake."

"it's not even like that, baby," shane says, trying to walk back his conspiracy plots from you. “i just would feel better having you there. besides, it’s not like it’d be all the time and you could learn more about gun storage, whatever you want now

“that doesn’t sound like whatever i want, it sounds like you’re shoving me in the armory.”

“baby, you don’t have to do anything, i’m just sayin’-,”

“i’ll work in the armory if you stop giving me shit about going hunting.”

shane frowns af you. “now, you know that’s different.”

you cross your arms. “it’s not. i need a change of scenery, maybe some greenery to be specific.”

shane presses a flexed hand against the wainscoting he’s leaned up against. he shakes his head. “maybe once we know things are stable here, but for right now these people are far less capable than we are. i’d feel better with you in the armory.”

you want to ask him to consider what you want for a change. you honestly want to tell him to go fuck himself but then you remember.

ah, the thing that you want. the man that you want. the man you can only have with shane’s smirking approval.

so you just smile, walk over and take him by surprise, planting a kiss on cheek and telling him you’ll start tomorrow. it’ll all pay off in the long run.

the welcome party is a success.

if not for the fact that shane didn’t kill spencer just for saying hello to you, then for the fact that you got trashed.

so trashed that rick had ended up hauling your ass home when you hurled in one of deanna’s planters and shane was too embroiled in a push-up contest with abraham to even think about heading home. not that shane had ended up any better. the man drank so much johnny walker that even he came home and passed out face first in the bed bedside you.

you’re hungover the next morning, so hungover that rick moved you out of shane’s bed and into his to hang off the edge and puke your guts up.

rick even roped carol into coming over to cook and watch judith while you and shane recovered.

he even brings you soup.

“damn, look who’s still out of it.”

seems shane had recovered.

“she drinks like she’s still in kappa delta.”

rick rubs a circle or two into your back. “what’d you say? you won’t puke all over your bed, will ya’?”

when you’re well enough, you patter downstairs

“you’re looking better.”

“thanks, carol,” you return her jab with a wry smile.

“so,” the gray haired woman braces her hands on the picnic table at the base of the orchard. “are you going to help me with these apricots are what?” your gaze falls from the woman to her basket and circles back to the trees overhead. “the apricots came in early here. what do you think of apricots in march?”

you shrug. “i really don’t know much about fruits,” you admit as you take the chestnut colored basket into your hand.

it’s so odd seeing carol in her little pseudo-mr. rogers act, costume and all. the cardigan and capris paint a picture of the picture homemaker - a real martha stewart type.

and one of the most tactful, five steps ahead of you types that you’d ever met.

you wonder if this carol had laid dormant for some years.

the two of you work through the trees, plucking the precious fruit that was ready for harvest and leaving the rest.

“so, you having fun playing house?”

your mouth gapes open. you nearly drop your basket and waste quite a lot of apricots.

carol snorts at you. “i’m just kidding.” she sends you a look like you’re incredulous or something. “do what you want.” you pluck an apricot from the tree before you. gossamer head tilting when your apricot picking partner speaks again. “but just keep your priorities straight.”

you stiffen. that’s not what you were expecting. maybe some more sage or cunning advice is what you thought would be coming out of her mouth. priorities? you don’t wanna think about them. the priorities that you’ve been saddled with.

you moan someone about your hangover and muddle through the rest of your apricot picking, trying to keep your mind from defining your priorities.

the two of you part when at the sidewalk in front of your porch, with her last words to you being:

“you be careful.”

“gonna have to go out and find a king sized bed if rick’s gonna be stayin’ over this often.” shane comments and rolls onto his side to face you.

you shrug. “i’m fine with the arrangement the way it is.”

“yeah? sleeping on top of rick?”

you continue brushing your hair. “beds are hard to come by, especially great gigantic sized beds.”

“i’m sure there’s a king somewhere.”

“yeah.”

shane’s eyes don’t leave you as you set your hairbrush down on the vanity and tie it back. he’s even closer once you settle into your spot on the mattress. arms clutch you into him and lazy patterns begin to materialize on your skin, from massages into the nap of your neck to a dull squeeze of your ass. it makes you feel easy - subdued almost by shane’s unhurried touch. but you’re still wound up. you don’t know how you can be anything else nowadays.

"night, baby," shane mumbles into your ear.

"night." you reply, eyes focused on the single beam of moonlight tumbling through the window.

with rick down the hall, you won’t be sleeping tonight.

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loveforquanrui · 10 months ago

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your most recent reactions post is so well written, i love it sm you’re such a good author ❤️

i was wondering if i could request a zb1 reaction to moving in with you and what they would do/how’d they act? i understand if not

have an amazing day 😇

hiii anon!! Thank you so much for the compliments and thank you so so much for requesting! :') It really made my day. Sorry I took so long but here it is, I hope you enjoyed it <3

to be with you than alone

제로베이스원 - jebewon (ot8) moving in with you and how they are, gn reader. i did not include yujin because I did not feel comfy writing about him in this topic. There are no disclaimers I believe but let me know if i missed any!

-jiwoong-

caretaker but gives you alone time when needed

as soon as he got your approval to move in with you he was so happy, but tried not to show it

he had been wanting to move in with you for a while now

once he moved in he was already on boyfriend duty 24/7

knows that you have trouble sleeping so he is ready to give you the comfort that you need <3

does chores for you but probably won't do his (he's so in love pls)

ALWAYS wake up first to prepare breakfast for the two of you

in the case that he is busy with schedules he would leave a simple note

constantly tries to take care of you

BUT he does not want to overwhelm you so he lets you be alone sometimes

don't be fooled though, he is sometimes peaking out of the corner of his eye to make sure you are okay

-hao-

always music playing in the background and helpful

when hao moved in with you, you swear you've never heard this much music during your lifetime

there is not one second where you don't hear him singing, practicing his violin, or playing his new songs

you don't mind it ofc!

Hao has such a lovely voice so you are always pleased to hear it

You and Hao decided to split the chores in half so it can be fair to both of y'all

Every night before bed Hao sets up his night playlist and you both fall asleep in each others arms listening to his favorite songs

The playlist is made full of calm songs that remind him of you but he doesn't tell you that, he's too shy to admit

When mornings come you usually do your morning routine in the bathroom but..

by the time you get out to your surprise

the bed is made and Hao is no where to be seen

he was shy AGAIN but he wanted to help

-hanbin-

literal royalty treatment

ever since hanbin moved in, so many worries and stress factors have been lifted off you

chores? what even are chores?

you're not lazy in fact you are used to doing your chores but ever since hanbin moved in, he doesn't let you do them

when night comes, both of you head to the already prepared bed

he'll make sure you are sound asleep first before sleeping himself

like jiwoong he also wakes up first

he wants to prepare anything you could possibly need before you wake up

slippers incase the floor is cold? check! water on the nightstand? check! glasses if you need them? check!

before he moved in your fridge was practically empty but now it's always filled since he wants to make your favorite foods every day

he just cares so much about you and you are his literal royalty so he will be treating you as one

-matthew-

a fun sleepover everyday

when matthew was moving in you remembered the HUGE setup he brought with him

for matthew a pc and a monitor were not enough there was more to his set up

you weren't much into gaming so you just let it slip across your mind as one of his hobbies

while you would clean the house, he would always say

"y/n!! y/n!! come watch this match"

and that's how he got you into playing video games with him

soon enough he was buying you your own set up

your apartment lowkey became a gaming lounge for you and matthew

ofc there was also other hobbies that came with matthew moving in

Strength training was one of them

Boy, does Matt love working out

Matthew slowly began to introduce you to multiple hobbies everyday

There was not a single day that did not feel like a fun sleepover with friends

-taerae-

looking out for you while maintaining pure happiness

taerae is so responsible

he is in charge of buying what is needed or missing in the apartment (he gave himself that role)

he makes sure you are saving your money since he doesn't want you to have any worries

you and him cook together or take turns making meals for each other

he made a secret cabinet full of your favorite things, which he takes out whenever you have a bad day

when you are ready to go to sleep taerae is getting ready to perform for you

he will sing you to sleep

he won't stop singing until are asleep

he knows you love hearing his beautiful voice, since he has noticed that you always fall asleep with a smile on your face

He wants to see you smile and he will do anything to see that beautiful cute smile of yours

-ricky-

change in both of ya'll life

you and ricky living together was like that one episode from F4 Thailand

both of you had to adapt to each other different habits

ricky started to learn how to do things himself but even so you wanted to treat him like a prince so you offered to do stuff for him

For example, cooking? done by you. laundry? also done by you.

to compensate for all the hard work you do for him and yourself

Ricky replaces your own furniture with newer more expensive ones with TWICE the comfort

you both always end up falling asleep at 4am or even later sometimes

why? because ricky is constantly tugging on your arm saying

"y/n let's watch this kdrama"

you had to admit he had some good reccommendations

while adapting to something new was difficult for both of you

you didn't let that come in the way of you having fun with each other

whether that was by watching kdramas or playing dress up in each others closet

you both always remained happy

-gyuvin-

chaos yet surprising matureness

oh gyuvin..

once he moved in you got your first ever noise complaint

it wasn't just because of gyuvin though.. well..

techincally gyuvin made you laugh really hard then there was knocks

there was simply never a moment of silence with the happy bambi now joining your household

if you were gone for longer than five minutes you would hear

"Y/NNN"

"WHERE ARE YOU IM BORED LETS PLAY A GAME"

and there you would go

but to your surprise gyuvin was actually very mature despite what many may believe

when those noise complains came in he apologized and really toned it down for everyone

he helps with any bills you may have to pay and even often pays them for you

he makes sure you are always okay with his presence since he knows people can get drained from his extroverted self

despite his playful nature he is very mature and caring

-gunwook-

respectful and caring

before moving in Gunwook had a strange request

"Let me meet your parents"

he had already met them but he wanted to make sure they were okay with him moving in with you

once he got the approval, similar to Hanbin it was instant royalty treatment

began to keep an extra of your comfort items incase it was needed

Gunwook is very observant therefore he always keeps an eye out for items you may be using

when he sees they are about to be finished

he buys some new ones and tries secretly to hide them

you always act surprise which brings him to cutely jump out behind you to say "See I'm psychic, I already knew what you needed"

Did I mention that your apartment has become a "gunwook cuddle station"

you both are cuddling ALL THE TIME

gunwook cares so much about your comfort that you were always his first priority

Hii guys I hope you all enjoyed. Especially because it’s not my best work but I tried my best <3 also CONGRATS TO ZB1 and HAO ON THEIR AWARDS I LOVE MY JEBIS 🥲🥲

#zb1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 reactions #zb1 scenarios #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone #zerobaseone reactions #kim gyuvin #zhang hao #park gunwook #sung hanbin #kim jiwoong #kim taerae #seok matthew #shen ricky

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starssaroundmyscarssblog · 7 months ago

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𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

pairing: 90s!liam gallagher x fem!tennis player!oc

summary: in which they probably shouldn't have ever been a thing, but liam and lottie don't really care that much

word count: 2.19k

warnings: swearing, allusions to sexual content, fade to black smut bc it makes me uncomfy sorryy ++ links to the 'fern and noel' saga

he didn't know how it ended up the way it did, but fuck was he happy about it.

when they were younger he would stand on the side of the court behind a net at the tennis centre twenty minutes away from burnage on the train for her county matches. now he sat in guest boxes and spent time not rehearsing and recording plane hopping from open to open, tournament to tournament watching the way her agile feet jumped along the clay staining the soles of her white tennis shoes red.

she acted in turn thought and for that liam was thankful. watching her launch the ball from serve to return over the net was exhausting, but he knew the training and flying to catch the occasional gig was worse and he didn't know how she did it: give a blinder of a performance at the wimbledon grand slam finals and then land in lisbon to see him perform after her hours of press campaigns.

in liam's eyes, lottie could do no wrong; she was perfect in every sense of the word back when they'd started dating in secondary school. she'd offered to help him to pass his ppe's at the pleasure of his mam, she didn't smoke or do drugs at house parties, wouldn't touch a drop of alcohol until she was of legal age and even still it was rare enough to see her do it.

training took up every week night as well as all day saturday, she worked at the bar at the boardwalk in the evening (ironically she was a dab hand at making a blinder of a cocktail) and dedicated sunday to her homework followed by perfecting her serve stance and follow through.

lottie had everything going for her, something that she made clear she wished he had too. many a time she'd be sat with liam late at night, after her shift at the boardwalk, in the middle of the grassy patch in the children's play ground. "someone'll notice you eventually, i know they will. everyone who's seen you loves you."

liam pulled a handful of grass up with his hands out of frustration, a half burnt out cigarette hung between his lips that she couldn't keep her eyes off. "dicks aren't writing about us, though. no-one south of hale or north of oldham knows who we are."

three weeks later, liam had interrupted her training session. he cut off her backhanded serve and pulled her shoulders to him to kiss her soundly as lottie's tennis instructor yelled at him to leave. liam pulled away, grinning brighter than she'd ever seen him, "we've got a record deal, lotts. creation want to work with us, they've signed us!"

a grin split her cheeks right in two. lottie flung her arms around his neck, stood right on the tips of her toes to keep a balance her instructor would have been proud of had he seen it out into action in another other given situation. he blew sharply on the brass whistle hanging on a loop around his neck, hands on his hips as he glared lottie down. she withdrew and whispered a select congratulations in his ear and pushed liam away towards the gate he'd bulldozed through, with a kiss to the pulse point on his neck

lottie was training for the french open when she was called over to the reception desk, hot and sweaty with her hair stuck to the back of her neck, to take a phone call. "hello?" she questioned down the line, rolling her ankles so she could jog back to the clay courts and hit the ground running. she nearly lost her grip on her racquet, slipping through her fingers to collide with her trainers, when liam laughed down the line. "hey lotts, you wouldn't mind paying out my bail would ya love?"

"i thought you were going to belgium," she managed to splutter out, "what did you do to get arrested on a ferry?"

"bit of a long story, babe, but can you pay it?"

she sighed and pinched her nose. "fine, yes. but seriously, liam, this is the last time i'm going to do it. if i find out this has anything to do with you snorting one before boarding you'll be out of my flat and onto your arse faster than you can blink."

on the other end of the line, standing against a pay-phone in a belgian police station, liam adjusted has stance against the pillar. he sat down on one of the wooden slated benches lining the concrete walls and tried to cover his crotch. he chewed his lip in thought, laughing fakely at something bonehead shouted, and his voice turned sombre. "it's not. promise. just had too much to drink an' all that, having a bit of fun before r'kid turns into commander and fuckin' chief."

he heard her heavy sigh and his heart sank. liam had no doubt in his mind that he would be out on the end of astrid's boot in a second if he didn't clean up his act. "i mean it, li. one whiff of cocaine being found in my house and the confederation won't let me compete. i'll phone alan and tell him i'm paying out your bail. you can call me when you get back." lottie hung up on him and handed the receiver back to honey, who was sat behind the desk and messing with the crucifix around her neck pretending like she hadn't overheard any of the conversation.

out on the courts and with little under two months until her first match of the french open, lottie bounced from service to base line, firing fuzzy balls back to over the net while the red clay stained the hem of her whites. she scratched her racquet more times than was necessary to lunge for the ball, while shooting up and zipping around the boxes as she worked harder against the machine.

sometimes during their rigorous training jamie, her coach of seven years, would start loud shouting conversations while lottie was working her arms and thighs. he argued it helped her maintain good breathing regulation and improved concentration, because viewers in the stands could be distracting at the best of times. "so what's new with the rock star, then?"

she grunted as she sent another ball flying over the net and into the wire fence surrounding the court, skidding on her toes in pursuit of the next only an arm's stretch away, "nothing. the twat's only gone and got himself arrested because he got pissed on an over night ferry. 'this is the last time, babe, i promise'", she mimicked in a high pitched voice, "like hell it is."

"ah." jamie ran a finger over the hair he was trying to grow out on top of his lip, "has the brother been in touch yet?" a cold wind shot through the air and he pulled up the zip of his tracksuit closer to his neck. lottie's back flared up in goosebumps but she kept moving, running around the court and rounding up the balls to pour them back into the funnel of the dispensing machine. "no, but i'm expecting a call soon. when one phones the other usually follows suit."

astrid pounded at the treadmill in the gym of her hotel in paris, five minutes away from the large clay court stadium she'd thrashed each of her opponents on. she'd played her way to the final three days and came away relatively unscathed, apart from a strain in her serving wrist that a quick round of physio patched back up. lindsay, an american who was in the running for the doubles championship, was using a bike next to her.

between the two of them they shared an earbud each, stemming from a cassette player settled on the window sill and balancing in the middle of their sponsored water bottles. all of a sudden liam's voice crackled through her ear, and lottie shook her head as she cranked up the incline under foot. lindsay looked at her out of the corner of her eye, cycling as if her life depended on it. "not a fan?" she inquired, bringing down the gears to loosen the tension burning in her calves.

"it's not that," she panted, pushing through the blister forming on her heel, "i just can't believe you are. they're bastards, all of them."

lindsay gradually brought her legs to a stop, taking a moment to bring down her breathing before swinging over the seat to stand up, "i thought you were going out with one of the brothers."

"oh, i am," the incline increased again, "but it doesn't mean i can't call them that." lottie brought the treadmill down until she was walking on a flat line, and took a large sip of water. she looked at her watch and checked the pedometer hooked over her shorts by her hip and started to gather her things. lindsay moved to grab a skipping rope and stretched out her arms behind her back.

"and speaking of whom, i'm off. they should be here by now, good luck for tomorrow if i don't see you."

"and you, lotts. i've heard martínez is training hard, she won't give you an easy run."

lottie zipped her fitted jacket halfway up and tucked her thumbs into the loops around her wrists. "i know. see you on the podium." she left the gym with the two plaits her hair had been tied in laying over her shoulders. in the lift, lottie brushed her eyebrows back into place and checked her watch again, sidestepping a confederation official on the way out into the lobby.

she rocked back and forth on her heels near enough away from the reception desk so as not to look like she was loitering, but close enough to be saved if there were any photographers crouched in a bush with a long-range lens.

as lottie was attempting to push back a cuticle on her nail, she heard liam first rather than seeing him. his loud voice disrupted the peace of the hotel, earning him a disapproving glance from the bellboys and an even dirtier look from noel who was sulking behind, face like thunder.

liam sauntered into the lobby with his sports bag slung lazily over his shoulder, and his eyes were drawn to the dip of lottie's tits first before her smile. she wrapped her arms around him and sighed heavily in content, taking his congratulations on her progress in the open to heart. then she drew away and went to hug noel, who visibly recoiled.

"what's up with you?"

"nowt." he grumbled, shuffling around with room keys.

liam scoffed. "like fuck it's nowt. you're just in a mard because fern broke up with ye'." noel looked like he was ready to hit his brother square on the nose, but was restraining greatly. lottie tried not to sound too sympathetic when she consoled him.

"look i don' want to fuckin' hear it from you either, lotts, no offence. now is there an offie 'round here, i'm dying for a cig and i haven't got nowt."

lottie furrowed her brow in thought and tried to ignore liam looking at her out of the corner of her eye as if he wanted to jump on her right there and then in the glossy lobby.

she crossed her arms under her chest to push up her tits more, just to wind him up. liam discreetly adjusted the way he was standing. "err, yeah. i think there's one just down the road."

"cheers."

noel had sped away before he could even ask someone to take his bag up to his room. liam grumbled out 'lazy cunt' as he made a show of hauling it over his other shoulder, herding lottie into the lift with a hand over her chest.

as soon as the mirrored doors slid shut and they felt movement, liam was attacking lottie with a kiss so searing she felt breathless within seconds.

"missed you so fuckin' much," he mumbled, moving to ravage her neck.

when the lift doors slid open again she dragged him back to her room with her hands on the back of his neck, pushing noel's bag off is shoulder and leaving it abandoned outside his room. liam's hands were roaming over her arse and he withdrew the room key from her back pocket, scanning it before shoving her inside.

"all that time away from you was fuckin' torture," he groaned as her nails dragged down his stomach and traced the low-hanging waistline of his jeans, "need you now, babe." he sighed against her chest as lottie slowly unbuckled his belt, his hand weakly climbing her torso to palm at her tits through her tight jacket.

lottie smirked, "if being this far away from me turns you into this much of a mess, liam," at this she walked him over to her bed to sink down between his legs, following the seam of his jeans up his thighs and to his exposed boxers, "i'm going to have to get competing more often."

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ninyard · 7 months ago

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are u an Aaron Stan? If so, would u mind sharing ur Aaron hcs?

I don’t have many but what I do have is:

- Once Aaron actually starts trying in his sessions with Betsy, a few months or maybe a year in, he says something that really shakes Andrew to his core. Maybe something about how it made him feel to walk into that room in Nicky’s house and see what he saw, how for just a moment it felt like he was looking at it happening to himself. They talk about that one right up until the end of the session, but when they get back to the dorms, it doesn’t feel right to split off and go their separate ways and pretend like nothing was said. I like to think at one point, maybe then, Andrew takes him up to the roof and listens to him talk. And Aaron does, because he’s kept it inside for so long, not even talking to Katelyn about it, because it didn’t feel like his business to share. It felt like something he couldn’t say because it did happen to Andrew, not him, and it feels selfish to say there was that tiny part of him that can’t get over seeing it because of how identical they look. Andrew gets it, because the twin thing alongside the drake thing is a touchy subject. Maybe Andrew shares a little bit back, and that’s when they actually talk to each other for the first time about ~stuff~ outside of their sessions with Betsy.

- He also cries when he hears Andrew talk about his past with Drake on the stand at his trial. Andrew doesn’t look at him, not even once, but it absolutely destroys Aaron to hear what he went through. Andrew is outside having a cigarette by the time he’s leaving, and Andrew accepts the comforting hand that squeezes his shoulder, because as much as Aaron feels like he should hug him, that’s the best he can offer.

- I’ve shared it before, but Aaron loves German music. He’s into techno music/house music, and loves a good rave.

- Aaron is a normal or angry drunk on most alcohols/spirits, but on wine he’s a bubbling baby. Two glasses of white wine and he’s crying. He doesn’t drink wine.

- Once he gets qualified and graduates med school, most of the foxes text him about their medical questions. Andrew would just text him a picture of a cut that could be infected, or a digit that could be broken, and he’ll just respond “go to the ER” or “get a cream, ur good”. He’s passionate about his job, and secretly loves that his friends and family trust him enough with their medical problems to ask him for advice. Unless it’s Nicky, because he’s a hypochondriac, so he’ll happily tell him that a simple bruise on his foot that will that will heal in a week will need to be amputated. It’s like preparation for being a Dad and having to say the same thing to his kids.

- It wasn’t a hard decision to make, but when he gets married, it’s really really difficult for him to call Andrew and asks him to be his Best Man. Katelyn is on his ass for MONTHS to just say it to Andrew, but every time he tries to pick up the phone and ask, he thinks of an excuse not to. They’re together for Christmas or Thanksgiving a couple of months before the wedding, and when Neil and Katelyn are tidying away dishes, he asks Andrew out onto the porch for a cigarette. Andrew doesn’t say much, and winds him up about it because he can tell how anxious he is to ask, but he agrees of course. It’s a huge weight off Aaron’s shoulders, but Andrew just calls him stupid when Aaron tells him he was afraid he would say no.

- He has half of a fake tooth because one got chipped during an Exy match. He is really self conscious about it even though it’s barely noticeable at all. It’s the one regret he has about having played Exy in college.

- someone made a post recently about him being allergic to some type of fruit and honestly. He seems like the type to be allergic to kiwis.

- He’s a paediatric doctor once he gets certified. He’s really good with kids, and keeps stickers in his lab coat.

- He shaves his head at one point after Andrew goes pro, mostly because people keep coming up to him on the street and asking for pictures, thinking he’s Andrew.

- He goes to the Olympics the first time Andrew plays, and he can’t help but feel hugely proud watching his brother play. It’s the time that it really sinks in for him how much his life has changed since they first met, and how much purpose Neil has given him.

#short and sweet #but a couple of Aaron hcs for you #there’s probably more but that’s all I can think of right now #I have a soft spot for him somewhere in my heart #so misunderstood #mine #Aaron minyard #aftg

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moonlightazriel · 1 year ago

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Grown /// Aemond X F!Reader

Summary: You've been around the Targaryen family ever since you were a kid, as your father was their business partner, you were always fond of the second Targaryen son, but he was never nice to you, until he see you again years later.

Warnings: Smut and some cursing words.

Word Count: 2,3K

Notes: I love Grown by Little Mix and i love Aemond, why don't use both on a fanfiction?

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The Targaryens were charming people to be around, something about them was so enticing, that people would do anything to be near them, striking a deal with Viserys? That was the best thing that could happen to a company. So when her father walked through the double glass doors, saying they were partners with the Targaryens now, even at a young age, she knew it meant a good thing for them.

Alicent was immediately happy to have some company for Helaena, as her daughter has always been a little shy and people tend not to include her much. Y/N was also happy to make a new friend, Hel was just a year older than her, but that didn’t stop a friendship from blossoming between the two. Helaena grew even more fond of the other younger girl, when she appeared one day, gifting her a shirt with matching centipedes on it.

So Y/N has been around them ever since she can remember, and as she grew older, her feelings for a certain second-born son started to naturally grow too. She didn’t know what it meant at first but whenever Aemond was around her, she would get so shy, her cheeks flushed red and she would stumble on her words, he thought it was cute, but Y/N was and it would ever be his sister’s best friend.

Whenever she tried to do a nice thing for him, he would politely thank her and run away from her. This made her sad but she always dismissed it as being the way he was. Things took a drastic turn when an accident in school between him and another boy left him scarred for the rest of his life, she didn’t mind the scar on his face, nor the missing eye, she just wanted to be by his side, let him know that she was there for him, no matter what.

It was in one of these attempts to cheer him up, in the gardens of the Red Keep, the age-old estate belonging to House Targaryen, that he shattered her heart. She had excused herself from Helaena’s side and found him by a tree, reading in the sun. The sunlight made his silky white hair glow even brighter.

“Is this a nice book?” She shyly asked, fidgeting with her hands behind her back. His blue eye looked at her, and the bored expression he wore when he looked at her made her shiver, a hole in the pit of her stomach as he watched her, looking her up and down.

“Ahm.” It was the only answer he mumbled to her, if she could go back in time, she would’ve dragged her 15-year-old self away and never looked back.

“I don’t think I have read this one yet.” She cheerfully said, trying to make the conversation less awkward, Aemond sighed and had to hold back the urge to roll his eyes at her. His face contorted into a smirk, his pink tongue wetting his lips before he spoke the words that broke her heart.

"Can you stop following me around? I don’t want you around me, go get lost somewhere, this is never going to happen." The words stung deep within her, her heart splitting in half as Aemond Targaryen got up and turned his back to her, walking away, she didn't understand why he didn't like her when all she did was be nice to him.

Her chest hurt as he ripped her heart out and stomped on it, She only noticed the tears when her mother found her, standing still in the same place in the gardens, the sun making her tears shine the same way they made him glow moments before. Her mother looked at her worried, asking what was wrong, she just mumbled that she wanted to go home.

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The warm breeze of King’s Landing welcomed her. She took a deep breath, she had missed her city, her home, and everything about this place. 4 years ago she had left this place, not wanting to be around Aemond Targaryen anymore, at that time, her parents thought it was a great opportunity to send her to a prestigious private school in Winterfell, the north was a nice place, she made really good friends there, the only person of her old life she ever kept in touch was Hel, who would often visit her in Winterfell or meet her at her family’s vacation home in Dorne.

She spotted the silver hair in the distance, a sunglass hanging on the tip of her nose, and a summer dress filled with sunflowers, that was so Helaena that she almost cried at the sight, rushing to her best friend’s open arms.

“Can’t believe you’re here,” Hel whispered with her face buried in Y/N’s neck. “You’re here to stay, right?” Her eyes were glassy with tears.

“We made a promise that we would go to the same college one day, didn’t we?” She poked Helaena’s belly and she laughed. Hel was a year ahead in college, and as they made their way to Helaena’s convertible, they talked about how college has been for her, and how Y/n was feeling, the Targaryen knew that her brother had fucked up and that being back must’ve been hard for her, which Y/N just shook her head and reassured her that she was fine.

“Since you’re fine, Aeg is throwing a party in his frat house tonight, do you want to come?” Hel looked at her from the top of her glasses, her puppy dog eyes shining in expectancy. Y/N just nodded, turning the volume of the music and screaming the lyrics with the blonde.

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“You will come, now get up and get ready.” Aegon groaned, pulling his arm and making him stand. Aemond sighed.

“Why would I want to go to your stupid frat party?” Aegon had a glint of mischief in his eyes, something that told Aemond things would go really wild tonight.

“This time is special, I just know you wouldn't want to miss it. Now c’mon.” He ushered Aemond towards the bathroom.

15 minutes later Aemond finished spraying the cologne on his body, he was wearing black skinny jeans, some old Valyrian band t-shirt, and his jean jacket. His hair was in a half ponytail behind his back, and his signature eyepatch was in place as he waited for his Uber, if he was going to go out, why not drink a little? And unlike Aegon who loved to drive while he was drunk, and had crushed at least two cars, he enjoyed his safety and always ordered someone to pick him up whenever he was going to drink.

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The party was crowded, as they always were, Aegon was all about going big or going home. He was sipping on some cheap drink, his hands clutched on the red plastic cup, eyeing the crowd, when he spotted another silver head among them, Helaena was walking inside, looking around, she saw him, nodding her head in his direction, her eyes a little wide. She turned her head back, whispering to someone and walking away from him.

He scoffed in annoyance, Helaena would never ignore him, was she mad at him? He got up, sipping the rest of his drink as he followed after her, he found her in the kitchen, pouring some drink into two different cups.

“Are you avoiding me?” He asked and his sister turned her head to him, ready to give him some lame excuse and go away. She wanted to avoid being near him for the sake of her best friend, she didn’t even know he was going to be here. All her efforts were down the drain when she spotted Y/N walking towards them, she was fixing the hem of her dress, not paying attention when she stopped behind Aemond.

“If next time the line is that big, I’ll pee on the bushes outside.” Y/N looked up, smiling openly at Helaena, who looked even paler than she already was. Aemond went completely still, his head turned to the side, that voice was weirdly familiar. Her hair was a bit smaller than he remembered, and she had definitely grown up, her features didn’t have the softness of the early teen years, her features were a little bit sharper now. She was wearing a tight, mini black dress, with long sleeves and a slit on the left thigh, her soft skin exposed for him, lace adorned the edges of her dress, and she was wearing combat boots, making her look slightly taller than he remembered.

“You’re back.” He said, more to convince himself than anything else. She finally noticed him, her smile faltering as she took him in, just as handsome as he had ever been, Her breath got caught in her throat and she felt like a little girl again, stealing glances at him whenever she could and blushing when he caught her staring.

She didn’t say a thing before turning her back and swaying her hips away from him, Helaena following right after with the two cups in her hands. All those years ago, he had mistaken her affection for pure pity for what happened to him, as she saw the whole thing happen firsthand. He knew he was a dick to her back then, but ever since he learned that she was moving away and he wouldn’t have a chance to apologize, he regretted his actions, every fucking day.

He, however, wouldn’t miss the chance now, so he waited for his cue, keeping a close eye on her and Helaena all night, when they split, Y/N went upstairs, he followed after her, spotting her entering the bathroom, he rushed, putting his hand in between the door to keep her from closing it.

“What the fuck Aemond?” She angrily replied.

“I need to talk to you.” He pleaded and she sighed, annoyed.

“If you didn’t notice, it’s not a good time.” She gestured around, but he didn't move. “Alright, wait for me here and we’ll find somewhere to talk, just let me pee, please.” He smiled at her, noticing how her cheeks reddened and she closed the door.

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“So?” She said, standing close to the locked door, they had managed to find an empty room and he had dragged her straight in.

“I wanted to apologize.” He said, and she looked at him surprised. “I should’ve never treated you the way I did, I felt like an idiot for all those years.” She blinked, a couple of tears filling her eyes.

“I liked you, back then, but I never wanted anything more than to be your friend, but you didn’t even allow me that, did you?” He knew she had all the right to be angry at him, but he wasn’t going to give up.

“I know I wronged you, there isn’t a day that I wasn’t reminded of that, you tried to give me your heart and I was a fool to refuse.” He spoke honestly.

“You didn’t even know I existed, didn't even recognized me as a person, so cut the crap, cuz I know that you would do the same again if you had the chance.” He walked closer to her, so close that their chest was touching, and his hand cupped her cheek.

“If I could go back in time, I would punch myself for being an idiot and let you walk away from me.” He said, his head leaning so close to her, his smell so intoxicating that she closed the gap, capturing his soft lips in a searing kiss. His hand roamed around her frame, squeezing her ass.

Aemond gave her an impulse, making her jump on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist as he walked backward, sitting on the bed while she straddled him. They made out until they were gasping for air. As she took a deep breath, his lips kissed the skin on her collarbone, leaving some purple marks as he went on.

She moved her hips on the growing bulge in his pants, breathing heavily when he pulled her dress down, springing her breasts free and taking one into his mouth while he palmed the other. As her body slightly got up and her hands found the buttons of his pants he stopped his ministrations, looking at her with a half-open eye.

“Are you sure?” He forced himself to ask, afraid he had forced her to do it.

“Positive, sir.” He liked how she spoke, her voice slow and impatient. He nodded and she kept opening his pants, freeing his cock and pushing her panties to the side before she sunk on top of him, taking him in her soaking cunt.

They both moaned with relief, one of his hands found her hips, guiding her movements while hers grabbed the band of his patch, pushing it up, revealing the beautiful sapphire placed there. Aemond held her still for a second.

“It was never pity, it was all out of love.” She whispered, looking at him in the eyes, before kissing the extension of his scar. He almost sobbed, pushing her hips to resume her movements. She bounced on his cock as he sucked her neck, hands clutched to his hair. He slid one hand in between them, playing with her bundle of nerves, nearing her orgasm, she moaned loudly, the music outside muffling her sound.

The knot in her belly grew until she couldn’t bear it anymore, coming with a cry of his name, feeling the bliss as he came right after, filling her to the brim until his seed was leaking from her and straight back to him.

“I’m on the pill.” She warned, her red face looking adorable, he took her in his hands, kissing her on the lips once again. “What do we do now?” Her big eyes met his.

“We clean up, go downstairs cuz Helaena must be freaking out, then we tell her that we’re together, how about that?” She looked at him.

“Sounds great to me.” She answered, kissing him again.

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priniya · 2 years ago

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DAYS LIKE THESE!

xavier thorpe finds himself in the weirdest, christmas situation — at his girlfriend’s house, experiencing something he never had before, a loving, family meeting.

notes. xavier thorpe x reader. just a christmas fluff because i need some! <3 implied psychic family! UNEDITED

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when xavier agreed to the invitation to spend the christmas with you at your house, far from his neglectful, pretentious father, he expected something different. your family size was an undiscovered thing for him — obviously, he knew that you had a brother and a sister, since they’ve always visited on the parents weekend, but you hardly ever talked about anyone else.

so seeing five cars already parked on the driveway, and a mention of another two people being late, made him shocked. it was unusual for him to catch a glimpse of a family gathering so well planned, and so wanted that everyone shows up.

“xavier!” you exclaimed, running to him after a five minutes wait, freezing out, wearing the red sweatshirt he got you, and a pair of black jeans. his arms quickly embraced you in the tightest hug, lifting a few inches in the air. “i’m gonna pass out, i can’t believe you’re here.”

“believe me, the feeling’s mutual.” he chuckled, matching the wide grin on your face. “are those cars… yours?” thorpe let out, still in shock.

a frown was visible on your face as you entered the house quietly, trying to settle him in without any interruptions. “what? no, dummy. that’s all my siblings’ cars.” you laughed, throwing him a christmas sweater, knitted by your mom with a big, silver x in the center.

“what–?” he stammered. “you have five siblings? i thought you have three, you know, filly, julie and the little one.” you let out a small giggle upon hearing his words. “what? how many siblings do you have?” he asked, all confused.

“you know,” you began, adjusting the collar of his shirt, underneath his new sweater. “you’re an only child, and i strongly believe my parents don’t know the definition of contraception, but to answer your question — there’re five adults, me and julie, and four children from age ten to six, and then there are the twins, four years olds.” you babbled, not paying attention to the terrified impression spread over your boyfriend’s face.

“THIRTEEN? YOU HAVE TWELVE SIBLINGS?” xavier was completely horrified, imagining how your life must’ve been earlier, but then — he connected the dots, realizing that everything fitted like puzzle pieces. your house was enormous, your room was split in a half with red tape and a curtain, he caught a glimpse of the humongous yard behind the house, and lots of pictures near the stairs.

a pain of jolt rushed through his body — as a child, he always wanted to have at least one sibling, and you had twelve! his inner child couldn’t help but feel so envy of you. it’d be way easier to handle the family trauma, having someone to confide in.

“you know, my mom grew up in an orphanage and decided that once she starts a family of her own, it’d be like in the cheaper by the dozen movie, you know, and my dad also comes from a big family, so he never minded my mom’s dream.” you smiled, fingers ruffling through his hair. “and you’re one of us now, you’re the fastest to get your own sweater.”

“am i really?”

“my mom was thrilled to knit you one.” you planted a kiss on his lips, grinning at him. “so… she did after the one call you had with her. i don’t know if you remember, but it was in january, right after the new year’s eve.” he laughed, heat rushing to his cheeks as he smiled.

“Y/N!” your youngest sister barged into the room. “mom asks if you could stop hiding xavier, and let others meet him.” ginny’s eyes were focused on your boyfriend as she snatched him from you, tugging on his hand prior to pulling him outside.

you could sense how tense he was, standing in the doorframe with your youngest sister. it took them less than fifteen second to notice them. “back off!” ginny shouted, protecting xavier from your nieces and nephews. “i am his favorite.”

the room was quickly filled with laughter as you tickled the little girl. “okaaay, favorite after y/n.” she playfully rolled her eyes, not letting go of his hand.

when everyone was done with introductions, your boyfriend finally let him loose a little, having multiple chitchats with your brothers about anything, while you tried to remind the twins that xavier wasn’t the type of person who liked physical touch, even though he didn’t seem to mind anything — gemma occupying his laps during the dinner, while ginny babbled endlessly.

“hey, adrien.” filly, the only brother that xavier got to know beforehand, began. “you said you were looking for someone to help you with the exhibition at the art gallery, and you know, xavier is really talented with painting.” he suggested, throwing his arm around adrien’s shoulder.

“really? do you actually?” your oldest brother smiled slyly. “one guy stood me up, and i was looking for someone to replace him, would you like that?” the shock on his face earned a few giggles from your mom, and older sisters.

“if it’s not a problem – obviously.” xavier grinned, nodding his head eagerly. “thank you, really. that means so much to me.”

“i told you, you’re one of us!” you exclaimed, giving him a smooch on the cheek. “now, you’re obligated to attend every family event, and there’s a lot of, considering our fourteen birthdays as fourteen family events!”

the whole dinner went smoothly, your family immediately took your boyfriend under their wings, making him feel as comfortable as it was only possible. and then, the final of secret santas took a place. you almost cried, seeing how your mom gives xavier a few painting supplies, and hand warmers matching his sweater.

“gemma! someone has a gift for you!” you called out on behalf of the blonde boy. one of the twins teleported to the place where you stood, grin spreading over her lips as she watched him hand her the gift.

“it’s kind of cheating, but y/n had to tell me a few things.” words spilled out of his mouth, gaining the girl’s full attention. “but besides that, i drew you something.” she took out the gorgeous sketch from the bag, and before she even thanked him, he used his ability and moved the thing on the canva.

it was a duck, holding a guitar, a combination of two things your sister loves, playing one of her favorite songs. “woooow! it’s so pretty!” she gaped at him, admiration flickering in her eyes. “thank you so much! i love it.” catching him off guard, gemma clutched him in a hug.

it was around four in the morning, when everything finally died down and you found yourself covered in the silky sheets, watching as xavier swiftly gets rid of his clothing. “sorry if you felt overwhelmed by amount of people here, i asked them to give you space.” you whispered, your head resting on top of his chest.

“overwhelmed?” he snorted, shocking your head in fake disappointment. “i’ve longed for a christmas party like that ever since i was a kid. i’d never felt so accepted by anyone before.” a beam rosed on his lips as he planted a delicate on yours. “thank you for the invitation.”

xavier stayed with you, and your family for a few more days, taking in the perks of living in a full house, experimenting all the sweet interactions between your siblings and parents, being a part of all those meals together, feeling the fondness and tenderness of each actions.

it was his last night, when you were standing in the kitchen, blanket hanging on your shoulders, back pressed to the counter as you sipped on the hot-chocolate, recalling events from previous days, smile finding its way onto your face.

“hey!” you exclaimed happily, a little too loud for two in the morning, when you noticed your boyfriend in the doorway. “what’re you doing up so late?” you asked, wrapping the blanket around him.

“was looking for something to drink.” he muttered, leaving a kiss on your temple as his arm clutched you in a side hug, taking a sip of the hot chocolate, snatching the mug from your hand prior. “i’m going to miss this place.”

“you can visit whenever you want, no one will mind.” you sent him the prettiest smile you could, before resting your head on his shoulder. “really, the youngests love you, so does my mom, and my other siblings. you bought them with that smile.”

letting him go was the hardest, watching as he gets to the car with a small, sad smile tugged on his face. and when they finally left the driveway, for a brief second, you could see him waving at you.

but the nights like these were the only thing you’d remember, recalling them every night before you’d reunite at school. geez, xavier thorpe has you wrapped around his finger so easily — but could anyone blame you for this?

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apomaro-mellow · 5 months ago

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Every Baby Needs a Daddy extra

Epilogue / Part 1

"They're stocks are dipping again and after I invested so much."

"Well you know what they say about those types."

"That's no good Quincy, you've gotta pull out while you still can."

He got stares. The same ones as always but even so, Steve pushed through it. "There's no shame in taking your money and putting it in a more stable venture. What you're doing right now is too risky."

A scoff. A gentle one, but a scoff all the same. "Steve, darling, you needn't worry yourself with that. I'll still be in the green."

"He's worried about that wedding budget."

"And of course, nurseries aren't cheap, nor are the nannies."

"Now I can handle a nanny, I assure you."

Steve walked away from the boisterous laughter, grabbing a drink from a serving tray. It didn't matter that he had attended the same colleges as these men, or that he had his own family money. He was an eligible omega. And that meant he got to attend these social gatherings just so he could be inspected and judged as good marrying stock. Someone with a good name, who knew the rules of their society, and could have one or two pups.

His opinion or business savvy didn't matter here, never would.

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"Stevie which one? Red or black?"

Steve looked up from his phone. Eddie was getting his makeup done in the chair and the stylist was holding up two sets of earrings. One was a pair of black pearl earrings, the other was a single ear cuff in the shape of a dragon with rubies studded along its back.

"The dragon one obviously, right?"

"But Gareth's also got a one on his bracelet. You don't think that's overkill?"

Steve smiled. "Baby, overkill is your middle name. Plus, your fans go wild every time you match with someone."

Steve was proven right when that night both #CCTwins and #THEEARRING trended to the top.

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Steve mostly kept his distance from serious band matters but sometimes it was unavoidable. Like right now, 3/4 of the band was split across the country for various reasons. Gareth was the only one still in the house. So when Steve felt clingy, he found his way onto his lap, Zoom call be damned.

He was only half paying attention to the conversation, nose buried deep in Gareth's neck, considering bringing up the subject of cockwarming when he started to hear the others on the call get frustrated.

"Are you really sure there's nothing you can do?", Chrissy asked.

She was talking to an event coordinator and Steve remembered that they were planning their next tour.

"I understand that Hawkins is sentimental for the band. But it just isn't feasible. There aren't any eligible venues and most of your audience isn't going to migrate to a one horse town for a concert there."

"Are you stupid?", Steve spoke up, turning around in Gareth's lap. He eyed the man, strong jaw but weak in resolve it seemed. He didn't reply at first, apparently waiting for someone else to jump in. No one did, so Steve kept going.

"Hawkins might be small, but it's not like there's no place for them to play. It's a summer concert and there's plenty of outdoor venues for you to choose from. They literally have a whole carnival for the Fourth of July. If you're worried about attendance, just put the band's name in to perform there."

Shocked out of his stupor, the coordinator finally spoke up. "I'm sorry and who are you to be giving me this unsolicited advice?"

"You shut your damn mouth", Eddie growled. It made Steve shiver a little, even through the computer. "He's right. If we have to perform in a goddamn high school gym, we'll be in Hawkins. Now you can get a piece of that pie as our planner, or we can just take our bus down there and do a free show. Your choice."

"You're taking ideas from him?" There was an undertone there. Whether Steve should be ashamed for being an omega or being a sugar baby, it was hard to tell. But he cared not for either.

"I have a degree jackass. And part of what I learned is risk assessment. The only risk here is if you don't get the word out. People will come. You just need to tell them when and where."

"You heard him", Jeff said. "Make it work or we will."

The coordinator went offline. Chrissy did too after saying her goodbyes. Eddie, Jeff and Grant stayed on. Eddie made a show of standing up and unbuckling his belt.

"Well, that was just about the hottest thing I've ever seen. And our baby got us what we wanted. He deserves a reward, don't you think Gareth?"

Steve felt hands on his hips, and they started to rock him back and forth. He leaned back in Gareth's lap, ready to put on a show for the other three...

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Eddie's body felt electric. If you told him back in high school that he'd have a crowd jumping at an Independence Day fair, he would've thought they meant some alternate version of him that got into country rock instead. But no, the good people of Hawkins, as well as a decent number of out-of-towners screamed at the top of their lungs for Corroded Coffin tonight.

He was still feeling that buzzing of nerves as they got off stage and went to the trailer designated for the band. He got through the door first and beamed.

"There's my sweetheart."

The rest of the band came in and shut the door quickly, preserving Steve's modesty. He had been in the audience, watching each of the members in their element. But as it came to a close, he left to go and prepare in their trailer.

He was laid out on the couch, bare from the waist down, two fingers deep already. Eddie knelt next to him and lapped at his mating bite, causing Steve to whimper. Eddie stroked his hair.

"Who was the mvp, baby? Who gets to taste you first?"

Steve's hand slowed down and then he pulled his fingers out. "Daddy always get the first taste", he said as he held his slick soaked fingers up to Eddie's mouth. His alpha sucked them down, moaning gratefully in appreciation.

"But the mvp of the night was Grant", Steve said, thinking back to the bass solo he did in the middle of "Swallow Me Whole". Those licks were so dirty, Steve had started to get wet right there in the audience. He spread himself a little more as Grant came over and lowered his head between his legs.

After a performance, they were all notably sweaty and the scents in this small space made Steve's head spin. He watched as Grant licked and sucked on his pussy lips, kissing it like it was Steve's mouth, loving on it like there was no greater blessing. Steve licked his lips and right on cue, Gareth was there, pants already down. He had grown some since the first time Steve had seen him fully bare. Apparently exposure to omega slick was great for bottom growth.

Steve sucked him down, eyes rolling back when Gareth grabbed the back of his head. For a second they focused just well enough to see Eddie, hand around his cock as he pumped and Steve couldn't help but cum. He was doing so good. He was making his pack happy

Grant pulled off and away and Jeff was there, rubbing his tip against his clit, driving him wild even though he'd just came. He rocked against it, begging to be filled. Jeff obliged and it was a good thing there was an entire town entertaining themselves with carnival games outside.

Eddie came over and gave Steve a tender kiss on his temple. A stark difference from the way both Gareth and Jeff were rutting into him right now.

"Pretty baby, so perfect. You're ours forever and we're never letting you go."

#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #corroded king #omegaverse #a/b/o

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idontknowmyownmind · 11 months ago

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Hmm.. this idea is from @keeperofhounds

They sent me this from some time ago and I just got time to actually think it over and wrap my head around it

So, basically, the idea is..

Roksu reincarnated into Cale's supposed dead older brother who was fated to be stillborn

Their age gap is 7 years

If we follow the canon timeline, Jour died when Cale 8 years old

But here, she died when Roksu was 8 and Cale was 1

Jour still split her ancient power into two

The first one, she gave it to Cale

While the second one, she hide it in her diary for Roksu to take later

She somehow know about Roksu and his fate, still loves him all the same

The massacre still happen because Jour leave a false trail to Harris village

Because she know that it needs to happen

After her death, Roksu basically raise Cale because Deruth, being the coward he is, can't bring himself to even look at Cale because he remind him of his deceased wife

In this, Cale is the only red head in the family because Roksu inherited Deruth's hair color

At first, it was difficult for Roksu because he also see a glimpse of their mother in Cale

But seeing the innocence in him and the smile that seems to warm his heart, Roksu know that he will do anything for his baby brother

Ah! Roksu doesn't have his memories as Kim Rok Soo but he will remember them when he turn 18

I just want the timelime to match with LCF

Cale grow up as a happy, good, and kind kid

He might be shy around other people and only keep close those he is comfortable and care about

He is a bit naive because Roksu quite protective and paranoid toward him

Cale's relationship with Deruth is a bit strained because he is absent in his early years and when he brought in Violan and Basen, Roksu doesn't really let him away from him because he is warry

He doesn't hate them per se, it's just that they were new people, strangers, in his house that might harm his brother so he keep their distant from them

Roksu also distant with his father because he is dissapointed with how he did things and the way he doesn't even look at Cale properly, he even flinch, and it's make Roksu upset so he has been giving him cold shoulders until he realize his mistakes

And since Roksu busy taking care of Cale, he doesn't really have time to 'bond' with Basen nor Lily

And since Cale has half of the ancient power, he has been seeing people's ring since he couldn't understand anything

Roksu always know that Cale can see something, but he never found out what until Cale learn to speak more fluently

He didn't really understand what he mean by 'ring' around people at first

But when Cale break dowm after his nanny died, he told Roksu how the 'ring' was starting fade before

From there, Roksu conclude that the 'ring' is like a lifespan of people and his only conclusion is it's an Ancient Power

He know a bit of Ancient Power but doesn't really care about it before, but finding out that Cale might possess one made him research on Ancient Power to make sure it will not bring harm to Cale

He made Cale promise that he will not tell anyone about the 'rings' he saw and it's their secret

Oh!! Ron always there with them

Hmm.. I think Cale will pick some of Ron's habits like walk silently or good at sneaking or something

And! Cale is also close with Vic-hyung it make Roksu-hyung jealous 🥺

The three of them basically grow up close like siblings!!

When he first got his memories as KRS, the first thing he thought of is Cale's safety

He know that Cale doesn't grow up as a trashy young master, beside he still a kid, but he never know

So he become overbearing during that time until he is sure that Cale will be fine and safe

The first time Cale see Choi Han, he told Roksu that he has a pretty 'ring'

Roksu think it may be because he is not from here

During the events in LCF, Roksu bring Cale almost everywhere at the beginning but started to keep him in Rock Villa when thing become more dangerous

There were times when Cale sulk because Roksu keep going somewhere and leave him behind which lead to some wholesome brotherly love

Ah, I can imagine how scared Cale when Roksu hurt badly and how he refuse to leave his side and have him out of his sight

He got traumatized so bad he started to cry when he can't find his hyung

Idk why but I'm thinking about making Cale do something for GoD because Roksu is in dire situation and it make him injured or in extreme pain (temporarly because GoD protecting him and will make sure he is safe and fine after)

He agreed willingly because it's for his hyung but Roksu is furious with GoD for involving his baby brother

Yyaapp, I think Imma stop here because it started to get everywhere lol

Thank you for the wonderful idea, I hope you like it!!

#og!cale henituse #cale henituse #trash of the counts family #au #kim rok soo #twin au #wow #i can't believe i write this in one sitting #my mind always wander too far #i can't stop myself once i started writing lol #that's why it's always going to all directions if i didn't stop

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bonesox · 1 year ago

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OM! Brothers and How They React to You Cooking Their Favorite Meal

a/n: I know half of these things are either the same or cant count as a meal but shhhh.

Lucifer:

Since it had been a hard week for him and he barely had time to stay for family meals you decide to make him his favorite meal! From asking around you learn that his favorite meal is a backstabbing sandwich.

When you give him the meal he is working hard in his room. He is at first confused at why you were giving him food. When he realized it was his favorite dish he couldn't help but feel his heart warm up. (such a kind gesture can tame any soul.) He offers to split the sandwich in half, but you decline. He took this as a hint to start eating more and having breaks.

Now every once in a while you will find your favorite treat laying on your bed. I wonder who its from :)

Mammon:

Since he lost a bet he had barely any money to get a lunch... and of course he had no time in the morning because Lucifer had him on punishment. You couldn't stand his puppy dog eyes while you ate your food so you decided to pack him his favorite meal for his lunches which is instant noodles and backstabbing sandwiches.

When you hand him what meal you had cooked he is surprised. Once you explain what it's for he is hugging you and is on the ground kissing your feet. He follows you everywhere you go to keep showing his appreciation.

Now ever once in a while he will also pack you a lunch. He had bought matching lunch boxes for the two of you.

Leviathan:

Since he spends most of his time in his room you and the rest of his family is unsure if he even eats. By now they're sure his snack supply in his room had run out. You decide to cook his his favorite meal of spicy rainbow pizza.

When you bring him his food he in the middle of a video game with all the lights turned off, is surprised when he sees you holding the plate. He hadn't look at the time for several hours and didn't know he spent the whole day in his room. He devours the meal right away.

Now he ask you to eat with him in his room. It doesn't matter what meal... he just wants to show that he is actually eating.

Satan:

Since he was in a big disagreement with Lucifer he was not eating family meals you decide to make him his favorite meal of human world cheeseburger.

When you bring his meal to his room he is on his bed reading a book with a stack of other books right next to him. He grateful to see that you have some food for him. He finds it nice that you thought about him and wanted to make him a meal.

Now he ask you to join him in his room for snacks and tea or coffee.

Asmodeus:

Since he was so focused on designing his next fashion show outfits he barely had time to eat. You decided to cook him his favorite meal of a backstabbing sandwich.

When you bring him his meal fabrics are scattered everywhere and he was pacing the room. You hand him his meal and he hugs you right away. He was happy you were thinking about him.

Now he invites you to his room to help design and try on different outfits he's making.

Beelzebub:

Since he was on a diet, not by his choice, due to him eating everything in the house he seemed so upset. You could hear his stomach rumbling from across the house. You decide to cook him his favorite meal of human world cheeseburger, rainbow pizza, a pack of sushi, and a backstabbing sandwich.

When you bring him the giant meal you made for him he is laying in bed with the covers over his said. When he sees you he runs over and picks you up and spins you around. Finally he is allowed to eat!

Now he also cooks you meals... although by the time it gets to you it his half eaten.

Belphegor:

Since he sleeps through breakfast and dinner you decided to cook him his favorite meal of a red x red apple pie.

When you bring him his meal he is asleep on his bed. You place the food on his side table and start to leave. Rustling comes from the bed and you see the pie disappear under the covers.

Now he tries to join for family dinners, even if he falls asleep at them.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me fluff #obey me beel

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sailorsenshishitposter · 5 months ago

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Kinji Hakari x Reader

⚠️Spoilers for chapter 238 kind of?

Kinji Hakari:

Your favorite movie is fight club, you love femboys or you just have a strong passion for dancing.

First Date:

You were out of money as usual and had heard rumors of an underground fighting ring. "It may not be legal but bills need to be payed. Besides, taxation is basically theft anyway so it evens out." You made your way towards the Gachinko venue, taking note of the other contestants. "This will be easy!"

You were now standing against your first opponent, a large, muscular man. "Hmpf. What are you supposed to be?" he sneered. You grinned. "My pronouns are they/them/causing mayhem!" You then struck him in the face, feeling his nose crunch under your knuckles. You only lasted a few more rounds, the rest of the guests being too scared to fight you.

As you were counting your earnings, a boy hung his arm around your shoulder. "Can you take my temperature?" You stumbled back awkwardly and tried to put some distance between the two of you. "...Why?..." The boy got right in your face. "Because you're giving me a massive fever babe!"

"..."

He took your silence as a okay to continue. "My name's Hakari and I think we can help each other out. I'll help you get some cash in exchange for hanging out with me and my crew for a day." You were already suspicious. "Crew?"

"Yeah, I have a harem of femboys. We wouldn't be dating though as I'm already together with Kirara and would need to ask them if they would be alright with being in a polyamorus relationship." The nerve of this guy to assume that you were already about to leap at the idea of going out with him! "I'm pretty good at gambling and I can get you some sweet cash from those earnings of yours. What do you say?" You shook his hand without hesitation. "All right, but you better not fail or your ass is grass and I'm going to mow it!"

Hakari introduced you to the gang and then took you to the local casino. "Stay here, I just need to make a quick stop!" It was now ten minutes later. "How good are you at baby sitting #######?" You noticed something behind him. "What the fuck is that?!" Standing there was an elderly man with teal hair. Damn, Hatsune Miku got old. "This is the old man. I can't leave him by himself and he needs an occasional walk every now and then."

Did he take some poor stray dog/old man to play house with? "This isn't what we agreed upon!" Hakari put his hands up in self defense. "I know, I know. Don't worry, I'll get you your money, you just have to make sure he doesn't sneak off. He's got a habit of getting into fights with people."

"Ugh, fine!" You eventually made it to the casino. You were worried that you would need ID but luckily the old man was able to "chaperone" the two of you. "Here's what we'll do. We split the money in half and then meet again in two hours." You then went your separate ways. You weren't really sure where to start so you went to one of the pinball machines. "Seems easy enough"

You were starting to get the hang of it when your ball hit a snag. "Huh?" You managed to open up a slot of some kind. "Three in a row. Well, here goes nothing!" You hit three times and were surprised that you didn't see bells or fruit. You had a match but you had never seen this before. Suddenly the words "FINAL EGGMAN" popped up and you then got a game over, losing everything that you had.

You kicked the machine. "Screw this game, I give up!" The old man then pipped up. "That's how losers think!" Whatever! You were off to find Hakari. By the time you found him you knew you regretted your decision. The boy was shirtless and yelling something about a "pure love train". You didn't see what all the fuss was about. After all, it's just pachinko.Wait, why was there music now? Shit. He was getting turnt up. "Hakari, stop!" But it was too late, for the next four minutes and eleven seconds, he was immortal. No one could stop him now. He ran out of the building and then used his femboy radar.

"I see one! The only problem is the giant meat head." Hakari then grabbed you and the old man. He threw a bag your way. "Here's the money. Now distract that guy over there for me while I go put on some smooth moves!" Ew. You were definitely never dealing with this guy again. "C'mon old man, let's get this over with."

Hakari had run up towards the stranger. "I'M BURNING UP FOR YOU BABY!" They grimaced. "I don't know who you think you are but let me help you cool off!" They raised a hand and an icicle pierced through Hakari's brain stem. "That takes care of that. Wait a minute. Where is my lord!?"

The two of you were going up to distract the random guy as Hakari had tasked you with but you weren't really sure on a plan on how to stall him. Then the old man began clutching his chest. "Hey! You're not having a heart attack are you!?" What came out of his lips wasn't something you had expected to hear. "He's so beautiful!"

"Huh?"

"Move out of my way, I need to see him!" The old man began to run off and honestly you couldn't really care. You were just glad that you could finally go home now. The old man was now in front of his target. "How can you connect with others?" The man raised a brow. "How can you love those beneath you... While knowing nothing of weakness?" Just before he could respond, the old man fell over.

"It seems he died of a heart attack." He looked down at his stomach which was frowning. "I should see if Uraume can get some use from this corpse and fashion me some waffles for breakfast."

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odyssean-flower · 1 year ago

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so some people asked for a continuation of mermaid neuvillette fic. I still have no intention of turning it into an ongoing fic but I do have some ideas about the aftermath. I'll post the first half here and finish it tomorrow

tw: dark thoughts, controlling behavior

The wavering light overhead was dim and faint, more a memory than anything substantial. And yet you were craning your head towards it with all your might, like a sunflower seeking the sun.

Your arm, despite knowing full well how futile it was, reached up and tried to grasp it in your hands. Of course, nothing except for water slipped through your fingers.

Water–you’ve become so sick of that substance.

You closed your eyes and tried your best to imagine you were somewhere else. Anywhere else. A place where you were surrounded by weightless air. Your small, bare, but familiar apartment. The dull, sterile atmosphere of your job. The cozy and warm house where you met your friends in person for the first time–

That last memory sent a bolt of pain through your head, and you shook your head to get rid of it. Thinking about those people would make you fall into another spiral of depression that you might not ever be able to get out of.

The flickering light above you seemed to dart away, as though it was scared off by the sudden change in your mood. You tried to chase after it, but you couldn’t move from your spot. For a split second, you wondered if there was something weighing down your legs, and then you remembered.

You tried not to look down at the red, glittering appendage that now consisted your entire lower body.

The waters shifted behind you. You knew who was there even before turning around.

“My love, have I not told you over and over again that you must not look up at the surface? You would only strain your neck.”

The deep, smooth voice of Neuvillette, your mate–just thinking about that word made you feel ill– no longer sounded in your head, but reverberated straight into your ears. In some ways, that was a good thing. You didn’t know what you would do if he still spoke into your head.

You ignored his endearment of “my love.” You were in no mood to argue with him today, not to mention how sore your throat still was from your last yelling match with him. Well, it was more like you yelled at him while he simply stared at you blankly with his violet eyes, like it was just another tantrum you were having.

“Don’t you mean that you don’t like it when I do it?” you muttered. You let the unspoken reason hang between the two of you. Because you don’t like me clinging to my past life and rejecting you.

Neuvillette either didn’t hear your mutter or let it pass. His hand circled around your arm. “Come, my love. Let us return. I’ve prepared a wonderful surprise for you.”

You let him lead you by the arm. You were still unused to swimming with a tail and kept lagging behind, but he never hurried you. He only gave you gentle encouragements like “Yes, my dear, keep moving your tail like that” and “You’ve become so much better at swimming in such a short time” and helped you along.

He had been like this during your earliest days as a mermaid as well, when he was teaching you how to swim. Endlessly patient, endlessly understanding. You hated it. You hated the fond look in his eyes as he watched you struggle with the most basic skills that even a mermaid infant could grasp easily. You hated the firm grip of his hands on your shoulders and waist (although you quickly learned to put up with it, compared to the humiliation of crawling in the sand). And you especially hated his warm breath in your ear as he murmured instructions to you.

All of it was a reminder of the fact that you were utterly dependent on him now.

Sometimes, you wished he would just give up on you and leave you drifting in the depths alone. At least that was something you were used to for all your life: depending on yourself because there was no other choice. You wondered why he didn’t. Surely even someone like him couldn’t endure constant rejection and hatred from someone he supposedly loved.

You never asked him that question. You didn’t think he would understand anyway.

His long hair billowed out and tickled your back as the two of you swam back to your abode.

#neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette x reader #my fics #i just realized that i should probably put some of my actual writing on my writing blog

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blues824 · 2 years ago

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Hello I was wondering can I request the obey me brothers with a s/o who is like Bayonetta she’s a witch who can control time used guns and other things as weapons and she’s able to summon demons using her hair

On the Wiki for Bayonetta, there is a lot, so I’ll be keeping it strictly to the request. I also looked around and couldn’t find how exactly she summons the demons through her hair.

Lucifer

He’s very impressed by your abilities. There’s not a lot of humans that can do any of the things you do. Hell (see what I did there?), there’s not even a lot of demons who could do half the things you are able to.

You are literally able to speed yourself up. He appreciates the way you use that power, too. When one of his brothers is about to do something super crazy and destructive, you are able to stop them for him and that reduces his stress by a lot. Plus, the way you both carry yourselves so elegantly just goes so perfectly.

A while ago, the House of Lamentation went out to go airsofting and he was on your team along with Beel and Asmo. He noticed how you didn’t need any instructions and easily got the other team out in a matter of seconds. Not just that, but the way you held the gun made it seem as though you’ve been doing it for years.

In one of the multiple times where he comes close to killing you, he hears the words you chant and how you summon a demon through your hair. This demon was much more powerful than any he has ever seen, and he realized that this demon was much different than those you would find in the Devildom. It was one of the few times where he was genuinely scared about how powerful you are.

Mammon

Is most definitely scared of you. He has seen your power, he can even feel it from just standing next to you. No one he has ever met, not even any of the witches, has ever had that much power. But also, you’re a witch, so he’s terrified.

He would try and get you to use your power to speed yourself up while he’s gambling. He tries to tell you that you would get a split of the winnings (man thinks 80/20 is fair) but you refuse because you’re smart. Instead, you aid his opponent to get your point across.

In the airsoft outing that the HoL did, he was on the opposing team. He was out in the first 5 seconds because of you. He threw a fit, but took a minute to realize that you had precise aim and a good handle on the airsoft gun. Not just that, but you held yourself with elegance and grace, without remorse at your actions.

During one of the many times where he threatened you, you got sick of it. You decided to teach him a lesson. You summoned Madama Butterfly, and Mammon was scared shitless. Everyone could feel the power and the link between the two of you, and the second-born knew that he was no match for either of you.

Leviathan

You remind him of the human-world RPG game! He will admire you from afar because he thinks that you’re just so freaking cool. However, he knows not to get on your bad side. He can feel the power radiating off of you.

Because he hasn’t caused you too much trouble, you help him with getting the stuff he wants online. You’re able to speed yourself up, so you get the item he wants the quickest. He always makes sure to get you something you need in return.

In the airsofting outing, he was on the opposing team. He thinks he is going to do fairly well considering all the shooting games he plays. Imagine his surprise and anger when he was out in the first few seconds. He turned and saw you, having a good grasp on the weapon.

He was livid. He brought out his demon form and everything. You smirked and brought out Madama Butterfly. That made Levi falter because he could sense the raw power coming from the two of you. He knows that he would never even come close to trying to kill you, so he admitted defeat before things got ugly.

Satan

He’s intrigued. He has never met a human who has as much power as you do before. He would ask a few questions here and there about your abilities and what kind of witch you are and the properties associated with your clan.

He hasn’t caused you much trouble either, you help him get the books he wants first. He will pay you back by taking you out to your favorite places. A little birdie told him that you like lollipops~ You both make quite the elegant couple, I add. On the way to a candy shop or a bookstore, everyone stops and stares because of how graceful you two are.

In the airsoft outing, he is assigned to the opposing team. He figures that it’s best if he hides rather than go on the offense. After all, someone with your skill would be able to get him out very quickly. He might as well not have put in the effort because you were easily able to find him anyway.

He was so unfathomably angry that he broke out into his demon form. You, finding it amusing, decided to bring Madama Butterfly to come out and play. Now, Satan knew that it was useless to even attempt to fight, but he was blinded by rage. He charged but was easily swept to the side and into the wall. You knelt over him and smirked, asking if he was done with his little tantrum yet.

Asmodeus

You’re so beautiful, Y/N~ is probably the first thing he said to you when he first met you. He was immediately swooning to see someone so beautiful, and so powerful. He could feel the magic surging through your body.

He would also be grateful for your speeding-up abilities because now it would cause less stress on him to know that his older brother Mammon isn’t out and about making a mess of everything like he always does.

In the airsofting outing, he is placed on the same team as you. He was worried about getting bruises on his beautiful skin when he heard the overhead announcement that your team won. He was confused until he saw you walking back with a smug smirk on your face.

He remembers the time where Lucifer lashed out and almost killed you when you defended Luke and Beel. He was pleading with his oldest brother not to when he saw you smiling and in a fighting position next to a demon who looked like a butterfly. He was shocked because he could feel the raw power coming off of you and said demon, but Lucifer looked shocked and even a bit scared. It was then Asmo realized that you might be more powerful than the Demon King.

Beelzebub

He honestly didn’t really care at first, but then he was hit by a concerning sense of overwhelming power coming from somewhere in the room. He hadn’t felt it until you arrived, so he put two and two together.

I feel like he would joke about you using your ability to get him some food, but he doesn’t want to use you for your ability. You do it for him anyway on occasions, like if he wins a Fangol game or if he does particularly well during a workout.

In the airsoft outing, he is placed on the same team as you. He’s happy that he’s paired up with you, but he thinks that you don’t stand a chance against someone like Leviathan. However, when he hears the overhead announcement that your team won in a matter of seconds, he turns and sees you smirking and flicking some of your hair over your shoulder.

Some of his brothers that were on the other team were very angry, so they came charging at you in anger. He was about to step in when he saw you standing next to another demon. The overwhelming feeling he got when you first arrived in the Devildom came flooding back, and he felt like he was going to pass out. Then, in seconds, the brothers who attacked you were on their backs, groaning in pain. He was shocked that you would do such a thing.

Belphegor

He most definitely didn’t care about you the first time he met you. However, he knew that you weren’t easily manipulatable. You were able to see right through him, actually. Plus, this is when he noticed the power you radiated. It was unlike anything he’s ever seen before.

He would be kind of jealous over the abilities you have, but especially the one that allows you to speed yourself up. He wouldn’t be locked up if he had that ability, after all. However, he knows that it isn’t the extent of your abilities.

In the airsoft outing, he is placed on the opposing team. He didn’t want to be there in the first place. He was low-key relieved when he felt the shot. Sure, it hurt a little, but that meant that he could sleep away the round. His brothers didn’t seem to see the same picture because they were angry. Satan and Levi were both in their demon forms and charging at you. However, he noticed that there was another demon standing next to you. One much more powerful. In a matter of milliseconds, the two were on the floor with the wind knocked out of them. You knelt above one of them while looking at the other, tauntingly asking them if they were finished with their fits. He had to hold back a small chuckle.

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