#why does it suddenly slap i wasn't even into it back in the day

[eleventh-mugiwara]

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (19/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: There's so much going on in Charles' brain, but having to come clean with his feelings is the hardest.

Warnings: 18+ (mentions of fingering, masturbating), angst, swear words, Lando being a little shit

Word Count: 3.4k

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A/N: sorry. and happy season finale. let’s hope for a better 2024.

Charles has never been so happy about a pot of plants. 

After you slammed the door in his face, he barely made it to the street before throwing up in the nearest plant pot. His fingers clawed around the hard ceramic edges as his body struggled against the nasty words he spat at you. 

He doesn't even know why he was so mean to you. 

Was it because you had a wonderful evening last night? Because you two got so close that you both almost kissed? Because you fell asleep next to each other and he slept incredibly well? Or because Lando texted him in the middle of the night and asked what your favorite food was so that he could do everything right on your date?

Maybe he does know why he was so mean to you. 

"Charles? Concentrate, please," he is snapped out of his thoughts and Charles sits up a little straighter in his chair. He can feel something crack in his spine.

The meeting has been going on for hours. So long, in fact, that the private chefs in Maranello have already had to bring food to the room four times, with the last meal being dinner. Charles has eaten so much pasta and bruschetta that he feels sick just looking at the leftovers on the table in front of him. And the water with the slice of lemon in the glass in front of him no longer tastes very refreshing.

No matter what he eats or drinks, he can't get rid of the disgusting taste in his mouth. 

He wonders if your "I hate you" is as heavy on your stomach as the nasty words are on his. He would love to take back everything he spat in your face. Turn back time and undo everything. But he can't do that. Unfortunately. 

He'd love to bang his head on the tabletop. 

In fact, he can barely remember what he said. It's as if his brain short circuited, has had some kind of blackout, or as if a bomb has gone off and wiped everything out. Which doesn't excuse any of it. But from your hurt look, the tears in your eyes and your venomous response, it was so unacceptable that he'd like to slap himself for it. 

It wasn't the first time Lando had asked Charles for dating help and they are actually such good friends that Charles has always been happy to help him. But the fact that the Brit asked for help so that he could take you out nicely - that doesn't sit right with him. Which is complete nonsense, because he has no reason to. He has no claim of ownership over you. And besides, he didn't want to kiss you in the bookstore. 

Although that's not entirely true either.

He did want to kiss you. Desperately. And you'd been so close all day, you'd shown him your favorite place and everything had pointed to you wanting to make the move to something more - and then you gave him that look when he asked you for a dance. And he can understand why you didn't want to. After all, it's your place, your favorite place, and never would Charles do anything to tarnish that place in any way. Create a memory that you would later regret. 

The Petit Mondes is your safe haven. And as much as Charles wants you - and he definitely does - he wouldn't cross that line.

Since you've known each other, Charles has had to fight every waking - and to be honest, every sleeping - moment not to jump you. He can't stop thinking about you standing in front of him half-naked in a towel. Or how you turned around just a few steps away from him before dinner with his friends to show him your outfit. How you slept next to him and dreamt - dreamt of him. A moment he will never forget. 

Although he is actually a late riser, Charles woke up early that morning. Not because he had slept in, but because he was warm. Contrary to his expectations, it wasn't because of the comforter or the heating, but because you were lying half on top of him. Your head was resting against his shirt-clad chest, one of your legs was draped over his hip, while your arm was wrapped around his middle. 

At first, he didn't understand what was going on at all. He wanted to lift his arm to rub the sleep from his eyes, but he was met with resistance in the form of a lightly clad, sleeping beauty. His arm was wrapped around your waist, his hand was a little too high on your ribs to pass for being friendly, and by God - he hadn't felt this comfortable in ages.

Feeling your closeness had triggered something in him that confused him, but at the same time made him incredibly relaxed. He had pulled you closer to him, pressed you against him and enjoyed your warmth. For a moment, he had even considered whether he should just pull you all over him so that he could be as close to you as possible. 

Before he could think about how wrong that would be and how many boundaries he would be crossing, you had turned in his arms so that your back was against his chest. Your body molded perfectly against his, your warmth engulfing him, but nothing could have prepared him for the fact that you were going to move your butt a little in his direction, right up against his crotch. 

Charles had been awake in a flash and while you continued to sleep soundly, all the blood from his brain had rushed to his dick. Embarrassed, he'd squinted and focused on something else - Ferrari strategies, Joris last Christmas with the Leclercs, anything - and had scooted back a few inches to stick his hand down his pants so he could fix his raging boner.

But alas, you'd followed him like a magnet, squirming against him like you knew exactly what you were doing, so that his cock was wedged between your ass cheeks. Your body had been so warm, so soft against his hard one, that he had to stifle a moan.

Something you hadn't been able to do. If you hadn't been so close to him, he would have missed your soft gasp of his name. That's when he blew a fuse.

He would have loved to wake you up with kisses along your neck, let his fingers wander slowly over your skin until they finally disappeared into your panties. He would have let them glide through your folds and collect your wetness before gently rubbing your bundle of nerves. You would have turned to him and moaned into his mouth as he slid one of his fingers into your tight walls.

He'd never escaped his bedroom so quickly and quietly and jumped into the freezing cold shower.

The water felt like fine pinpricks as it splashed down on his burning hot skin, but no matter how cold he turned it on - his cock stood angry and proud. He put his head back in despair, his brain vehemently refusing to see his friend in this light, to desire you like this. But before he could do anything about it, his fingers had wrapped themselves around his aching cock. His imagination ran away with him, too many images popped up in his mind's eye as he squeezed it twice in the hope of relieving some tension. But the only thing it triggered was the feeling of a moment ago, when his cock was against your ass. 

He was almost ashamed of how quickly he came. 

He just hoped you didn't notice when he came back into the bedroom and woke you up with it. He had thought about lying back next to you, but had decided on the foot of the bed to create some distance. 

The fact that you were dreaming about him threw him off course. And he'd really wanted to kiss you - by God, he'd wanted to do even kinkier things to you - but the timing never seemed right. 

And then Lando's message came.

The vibration in his pocket brings him back to the present. Charles takes a quick look around to make sure he's not the center of the conversation, then glances at his phone. 

Lando: You need to come home now.

He looks at the screen, confused. Why the hell is Lando texting him? Lando of all people? Did you tell him all the things Charles threw at you? How badly he treated you? 

Charles: I'm in Maranello. 

If you really did confide in Lando, his answer sounds pathetic. Why else would Lando text him? His friend certainly knows that Charles screwed up. And also that you want to move out of the apartment. But does the Brit really believe that Charles could change your mind when he's the reason you're moving out?

Lando's answer comes immediately.

Lando: I don't care. Get your ass over here. 

The Monegasque turns on the keypad lock on his cell phone and places it on the table in front of him. It wouldn't make any difference if he went home now and tried to change your mind. What could happen is that his presence would only strengthen your decision to move out. Besides, he doesn't know how he's ever going to face you again. 

Before he can think about it, his cell phone starts ringing. The eyes of his co-workers land on him and he apologizes with a quiet "mi dispiace" before leaving the meeting, phone in hand. Out in the corridor, he doesn't even need to look at the screen to know who is calling. 

"If you don't go back to Monaco immediately, I'll come to Italy myself to get you," Lando snaps at him and Charles has to hold the receiver away from his ear to stop his eardrums from bursting.

"Hi, Lando."

"Don't give me 'Hi, Lando'. Get your fucking ass over here."

Charles rubs his forehead before running his whole hand over his face. "I can't just leave here."

"Don't talk shit like that. We both know you're not up for the meeting," the Brit replies bitchily. "Don't act like you don't have a choice."

The Monegasque rolls his eyes. "What do you want to hear from me now, Lando?"

The answer comes like a shot from a gun. "I want to know what you've been up to! Are you completely stupid?"

Charles would like to know the answer too.

"You go home right now, explain your shitty behaviour and apologize."

"And you're interfering because...?" His tone is cold. 

"Because I was in your apartment all evening and had to watch how devastated Y/N was. I'd love to kill you for it."

"Go ahead and do it. She sure as hell wouldn't mind."

He swears he hears Lando take a deep breath on the other end of the line. 

"I'm going to tell you this once. Just once, Charles. And I'm saying this for her sake, because I still have hope that you're the person I was praising to her."

Praising? If you've told Lando everything, then you've certainly told Charles everything about the Brit. That he just wants to get you into bed. So why would Lando want to help him?

"What you did was absolute bullshit, Charles. Totally below the belt and you've never acted as fucking shit as you just did."

Charles rolls his eyes. "Is there anything positive coming?"

"Shut up, you idiot. I don't know what you've done in the few days you've known each other to make her so crazy about you, but I don't have to. Any blind man can see there's something between you. Something good. So go home now and save what can be saved before she really decides to leave the country."

Charles, who had just been leaning against the wall, stands up straight. "The country? I thought she just wanted to move out."

"She's been thinking about it, asshole. United States, Australia. Something really far away from you."

"But she has her job here, at that one magazine. There's no way she'd leave like that."

"She got fired, motherfucker. Before you made your weird deal. Nothing's keeping her here anymore. So get your ass over here now before she really decides to take off."

How could Charles be so blind? He knows the magazine, his mom reads it occasionally and he actually knows that a new issue comes out every week. You've known each other for five days - five days that you've spent entirely with him. Something that would definitely not be possible with such a full-time job. 

"And what do you want from me now? That I drop everything to go home even though she doesn't want to see me?"

"I've never seen anyone as stupid as you."

"Can you stop with the insults?" Charles snaps through the phone. 

"You have nothing to say to me, you arsehole. She told me what you said about me. You owe it to us to go off and try to make things right." 

Charles can't help but laugh. "Us? So you two are already an us?" He doesn't know why he's talking to one of his closest friends like this. Especially when the latter only wants to help put things right that Charles has messed up. The Monegasque has no reason to be angry. But the disgusting taste in his mouth, which he hasn't been able to get rid of for hours, is not anger. Unfortunately, he only realizes it now.

He's fucking jealous. And he can't do anything about it.

"We're friends, but apparently you don't know what the word stands for," Lando replies snippily. "Go home, explain to her why you behaved so badly and apologize to her." His voice softens, warmer than it has been throughout the phone call. "Charles, I know you're being careful because you're afraid of getting hurt again. And I can understand that, I really can." He takes a deep breath. "But it's Y/N we're talking about here. Sit down and talk to each other, be honest, and then it'll all work out."

Charles' gaze wanders to the huge Ferrari logo hanging on the wall next to him and his bad guilt returns. You don't even know who he is. To you, he's Charles, the roommate who shows you beautiful places, introduces you to his friends and with whom you share a bed. You are the only person who knows him as Charles and not as Charles Leclerc.

What would you think of him if the cat was out of the bag? When you see who he really is, including the spotlight? What happens if you like Charles, but not Charles Leclerc? He doesn't know if he could handle it. His job is his life, he's on the road all year round and what little time he has he has to divide between friends and family. 

That's why his relationship with Annika failed. She was right about what she threw at him. That you always have to wait for him and that it's not fair. And she knew what she was getting into from the start. But you don't. You would be thrown in at the deep end if you decided to go for it. If you chose him.

"I don't think it's that easy," Charles says quietly, and he has to suppress the tremor in his voice. "She - she doesn't deserve this life. This risk. She - she," he takes a deep breath and has to wipe away the tear running down his cheek. "She's too good for me. She deserves someone great."

"How strange," Lando replies. "That's exactly what she says about you. So get in the car and apologize. I'm sure you'll be able to sort it out. And if you say shit like that about me again, I'll drive you into the wall in Bahrain next year."

Charles curls his mouth into a thin smile. "I'm truly sorry, Lando. And thank you for everything."

"I'm just absolutely the best." Charles can almost hear his grin before the Brit hangs up.

When the Monegasque re-enters the meeting room, all eyes are on him. With deliberate steps, he walks to his chair and grabs his jacket before looking at his team boss. "I'm going home."

His boss crosses his arms in front of his chest. "You can't just leave like that, Charles. We need to talk about next season and everything that's gone wrong this year."

"I can tell you exactly what happened," the brunette replies as he zips up his jacket. "The strategies this year were all for the trash, you screwed me over and you cost me the title." He grabs his wallet and car keys from the table in front of him. "Make sure things go better next year. After all, it doesn't get any shittier than this. See you next year. Have a good holiday."

He knows that his Ferrari can drive fast. And he also knows that he shouldn't drive that fast. But the roads home are empty and he wants to get to you as quickly as possible, in the hope that you haven't left the apartment yet. The accelerator pedal is almost stuck to the floor and he would certainly have to pay a heavy fine if the police caught him speeding. But apparently luck is on his side and it takes him just over three hours to turn onto the streets of Monaco.

The closer he gets to your apartment, the faster his heart beats and he can feel himself starting to sweat. What's the best way to start the apology?

I'm sorry I was so shitty to you, but it was because -

I behaved like crap, but it was only because - 

I'm sorry I was such a bad friend, but you should have - 

Wow. It actually all sounds like shit. 

Maybe Lando is right. Maybe the most reasonable thing would be for Charles to just be honest, even if it means destroying everything between you. But you deserve the truth.

I'm sorry I said those bad things to you and I'm sorry I hurt you. Of course, apologizing can't undo any of it, but if you gave me the chance, I could explain myself to you. I was jealous because we had such a nice evening and then I find out you planned a date with one of my friends. I wanted to kiss you in the bookstore, I've wanted you ever since we met. You've been messing with my head from the beginning, taking over my heart and I can't think straight when you're with me. Maybe it's crazy because we've only known each other for five days, but I've never felt about someone the way I feel about you. I'm in lo-

His train of thought stops abruptly as he turns into the street. A green Nissan is parked on the sidewalk in front of your apartment, the driver's door is open and the hazard lights illuminate the walls of the house. 

Charles worriedly parks at the next opportunity before jumping out of the car and dashing to the front door, which is wide open. He can already hear angry voices from outside, a male voice that almost shouts the whole house awake. 

And your voice, angry and rough and shaky, as if you were at the end of your tether. 

Charles sprints up the few steps to your apartment and stops like a flash on the top step when he sees you. You're wearing your pyjamas, your hair is disheveled, as if you've run your hand through it several times, and when you see him, you snap your eyes open as if you've seen a ghost. 

But it's not the sight of you that makes Charles' blood boil. 

It's Raphael's, who follows your gaze and takes a step back when he realizes who he's facing. "Your roommate is Charles Leclerc?"

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[starboye]

Kinktober Day 15

starring: bellamy blake x male reader

request: bellamy blake x thick fem boy reader, where everyone is having a party with drinking and dancing, and bellamy see reader dancing with other men and they keep grabbing his big ass bc it’s so big. so bellamy takes reader away and fucks that ass (also some face sitting 😏)

warnings: smut, cursing, rough sex, face sitting, mentions of alcohol, grinding, ass grabbing, ass slapping, cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, femboy!reader

directors cut: hey frien- oop did you do something different with your hair, or is it a new skincare routine because your skin is glowing, am i buttering you up to make you forget about the fact im behind on these kinktober stories.... obvi no why would i ever do such a thing... was it working though

you were irresistible, the way you danced with everyone else had bellamy thinking thoughts that should not be heard by anyone let alone you, but he couldn't control his find with the way you dressed, your shorts riding up your ass which left little to nothing to imagination.

and damn did he love the way you moved your body around the campfire, bottle of alcohol in hand, taking messy swigs from it from time to time, but what instantly ruined the mood was when some random dude came up behind you and started touching up on you.

that should be him so why does this fuck bag get to grab on your ass and may i say luscious thighs, he was getting way to close for comfort also, he was basically fucking you through his clothes, seeing as this didn't sit right with bellamy he walked over and snatched you away from the party and dragged you to a nearby tent.

"bellamyyyy what the fuck i was just having fu-" your cut off by his lips crashing against your and him taking off your tight shorts to reveal your wobbly ass, it was like putty in his hands or like a water balloon with the way it jiggled in his hands "you gonna just stand there and look or are y'gonna get to work" bellamy smirked and you got to work in taking off his shirt and yours but struggled with his pants.

those goddamn buttons were so hard to get off it was annoying both of you so bellamy just opted to keep them on and unzip them to slide his cock through, and with that the moaning soon began, bellamy fucking you into the ground with hard thrusts, there wasn't much cushioning between the blanket you had under you and the ground so with the hardening thrust so came the hurting back.

"fuck bellamy, go a little softer i am still on the ground" you strain out through thrusts "would you like me to fuck you doggy style till you have no feeling in your legs" bellamy asks roughly with deep grunts making you shake your head no "then shut up" he growls as his hands tighten around the blanket under you.

your eyes were flicking to the back of your head with every thrust he made, punching a moan out of you every time, it was hard to even stay sane when you had a cock like his splitting your hole in two like a fucking piece of wood but god did you love it, it felt so good, his strong body on top of yours while he fucked you was like seeing the mona lisa.

oh but bellamy, well he just loved the way your hole fit him nicely, and the way your ass recoiled with every plap heard but drowned out by the partying and singing from the group further away "only if the group saw you now hm taking my cock like a fucking slut, so pretty" he snarled slapping your as harshly, your whole body jolting to the pain but it also kinda turned you on more.

more just enough to cum, all your cum landing in a puddle on your stomach "you tighten up when you cum, did you know that" bellamy laughs at your slightly dazed state "yeah thanks bill nye the fucking science guy" you joke "fuck im gonna cum" bellamy suddenly grunts and for a split second you can feel him about to pull out so you lock your legs around his waist.

and before his brain can even clock what you did he cums, he eyes rolling into the back of his head as he does so, it just felt so good i mean how could he contain it "slut" bellamy mutters slowly pulling out of your messy hole "i know you are but what am i" you laugh making him grab your face to kiss you before plopping down next to you.

he suddenly gained an idea in the dull head of his "sit on my face" he bluntly asks "what" you shaken by the request "sit on my fucking face" bellamy asks again and if it mean shutting him up then yes please, you straddle your legs to the side of his head and fully sit on his face, all your weight pressed down on him like if he was a chair.

to him he was in heaven, tongue poking at your hole and exploring your depths as he ate you out literally, he sucked and swallowed the cum from your hole like a five star meal before lifting you off him for some air "now that's what im talkin' about" he excitedly said, seems like this was going to be a reoccurring thing from now on

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[slightly-knot-insane]

Hi! Are you still taking orders or something? If so, I have an idea for you~ For example, a werewolf × a Fox!the reader is like enemies-lovers. Where we tease him all the time, and it really annoys him, ho-ho~

I was listening to a song when I got the inspo for this. It's in Croatian, by a band called Tutti Frutti, and the lyrics go like this (my translation):

Kao srna gonjena preko snijega duboka (Like a pursued doe in the deep snow) Iza moga ramena skloni se od lovaca (Hide from hunters behind my shoulder) S oba oka sklopljena (With both of your eyes closed)

Thank you for the ask! This fic got a bit long so I'll split it in two, I apologize ^^'

Don't You Dare! (part 1)

Monstertober 2024 - day 13 [ Mating / Hunting season ] by @/ozzgin

[ m!werewolf x fox hybrid fem!reader ]

You two grew up together. Since your clans have lived next to each other peacefully sharing a vast forest for many years, that wasn't so unusual. You and Ash were friends when you were kids, but he was too shy and aloof for your teen tastes, and you slowly grew distant.

Today, for the first time, you were tasked of guarding the eastern part of the forest. The hunting season began just a few days ago.

"Ugh, you're so booooring," you complain. "Let's at least play a game."

"We're supposed to be watchful," he retorts.

"You know hunters never come this far so early. It will be a peaceful evening, I just know it. Come on, Ash, truth or dare?" The werewolf huffs and keeps walking in front of you. How dares he ignore you! You take your staff and smack his ass.

Ash jumps from shock and swings his strong arm, ready to strike. With a swift leap backward, you escape him, giggling. When he realizes it was only you teasing him, he growls. He is kinda cute when he's angry. "Don't do that! I could've..."

"What? You're too big and slow for me. Truth or dare, Ash? I'll slap your cute ass until you accept."

His werewolf ears fall behind and he awkwardly rubs the back of his head. With another huff, he continues walking. "Uhh... Truth?"

"Have you ever orally pleased someone?"

He trips and turns toward you in shock. "That's a really private question!"

"That's the game, pup, you know the rules." You loved calling him pup because he was three years younger than you and everyone knows werewolves mature slower than fox hybrids.

He scowls at you but answers, as quietly as he could: "Yes..."

"Oh you're a big man now! Good job, pup, I'm glad you know how to please your partners." He shakes his head and continues walking, faster than before. You run after him. "I choose dare!" You're sure he heard you, but he was quiet for quite a while before asking his question.

"I dare you to—" but he suddenly stops and sniffs the wind. He looks at you and and swallows hard. "D-do you know you're... you're about to..."

Why is he so uncomfortable all of a sudden? "Ash, speak up, I can't hear you!" you shout, impatiently dragging your fox tail across the ground. But the silly big pup in front of you continues being awkward. You can sense he is blushing, even though you can't see that on his canine face. "ASH!"

A rifle blast shuts you up, and a bullet flies dangerously near Ash's face. Hunters!

Instinct immediately kicks in and you start running. You are faster than Ash, but you would never leave him behind. Hunters are apparently too far away because they don't shoot again. Still, your heart is racing, fear and excitement electrifying your blood and also... also...

Oh no.

Your cycle. You're in heat! It's still early and you can focus on other things, but... You need to get to a safe place, quickly.

"Ash, I'm—"

"I know," he immediately replies, checking your surroundings. "There is a waterfall not far from here. The water will hide us and our tracks."

You change direction and very soon you hear the rushing in the bottom of a ravine. Of course, you and Ash have no problem getting down safely and you jump into the shallow stream. It is cold and fast, but walking upstream will confuse your pursuers. Also, you need to warn your clans as soon as possible. Yes, you need to focus on that. Only that. Not on how tall Ash is or how good he smells. Or how you always thought he was smart and sweet. And how you saw him swimming once. Or how you wanted to push your finger into his sheath and see what's inside. Or how... shit.

Your pussy started aching, itching, pulsating from need. You had to press it, rub it, stimulate it somehow or you'll go mad. You squeeze your thighs together, pushing your fist against your entrance, with a weak whimper - and you trip, almost dropping your staff. "Fuck, Ash. I can't hold it."

Ash stops but doesn't help you - he hasn't said a single word the entire time or looked at you. And he was constantly trying to walk upwind from you. "Do it quickly and we'll continue. I'll... keep watch."

That idiot pup. "Ash..." Your voice got a note of urgency. "Don't make me beg."

His ears perk up and he stares at you all big eyed, looking like a virgin doe-eyed buck. You roll your eyes, irritated. "Just my luck - I'm horny as a rabbit, and stuck between rifles and a cherry boy. Maybe rifles will give me..."

You are interrupted by a hand grabbing your throat. The other palm is on your ass squeezing it like a sponge. Ash is in your face, snout almost touching your nose. He is quietly growling, but you feel that tremble in your core.

"You chose dare, didn't you?" he asks you. His palm slides from your ass, follows the roundness of your hips and cups your mound. The tip of his finger immediately finds your aching clit. You gasp. "I dare you not to scream when you cum with my knot inside you."

[ part 2 ]

[wileys-russo]

idk if this is really boring but could you do a leah x alessia x reader where r isn’t a footballer but has to do some charity football match for work or whatever (u can work out the details idk😭) & her gfs get competitive over teaching r how to play and prepping her for the game then they go support her at the match and r does really good IDK feel free to ignore if that’s rubbish lmfao

psa; just because i write this does not mean i ship these two irl! offence and defence II a.russo & l.williamson

"baby?"

you looked up from your book with a hum to meet alessia's raised eyebrow, leahs head in your lap as she lay down on the sofa dead asleep. "what is this?" your girlfriend questioned, turning her phone to face you as your eyes widened.

"where did you find that less?" you sighed, the snap of your book closing causing leahs eyes to flutter open as she mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, burying her face in your stomach.

"its all over your companies social media, i hardly had to go looking." alessia holding up a screenshot of a poster for an upcoming charity football day ran by the company you worked for. "i'm not doing it anyway so it doesn't matter." you rolled your eyes.

"and why not?" alessia scoffed, locking her phone and crossing her arms. "because football is your thing, not mine." you gestured between your two blonde lovers and back to yourself. "babe its for charity!" alessia pointed out and you groaned, knowing now she'd latched on there wasn't a chance she'd let it go.

"i'll still go and help out with the fundraising and the event itself, i'm just not playing." you chuckled, leah pulling her face out of your hoodie with a tired scowl. "shut up!" the blonde grumbled tiredly, fixing the two of you with a glare, annoyed at the interruption to her afternoon snooze.

"sorry lee." you apologized softly, running a hand through her hair and kissing her forehead. "no you'll wanna be awake for this, get up!" alessia smacked the back of her legs, taking a seat on the opposite end of the lounge as leah groaned.

"leave her be and drop it alessia!" you warned the striker with a firm look who only poked at the back of leahs legs repeatedly until she finally sat up with a huff. "what?" she spat toward the other blonde with an unimpressed glare as the girl handed her the phone.

"so?" leah questioned, not quite putting things together still half asleep. "she's refusing to play." alessia spoke about you as if you weren't even there as leah paused for a moment, cogs turning until it clicked.

"you're playing." she rounded on you, handing alessia back her phone and rubbing at her eyes, face still a little puffy as you exhaled deeply.

"no i am not, please just let it go!" you pleaded, your puppy dog eyes which normally worked a charm to get you whatever you wanted not working for you this time as both your girlfriends stared on unfazed.

"suddenly i feel a cramp coming on. oh this might be fatal!" you groaned, clutching your hamstring with a dramatic cry of pain, a smile tugging at alessia's lips as leahs remained pursed into a thin line.

"guess you better rest it tonight then, we start training tomorrow." "what!"

~

"come on love, training time." leah clapped the moment the three of you returned from a run as you groaned, laying down on the floor in protest.

you'd hardly ran far, only enough to keep the girls legs warm on their day off, but kicking a ball around your backyard was the last thing you felt like doing.

"i'll just watch some football games, study them. that's fine!" you waved her off as alessia watched on amused after chugging a glass of water.

"no you won't. you're dating two professional footballers babe this is our area of expertise. let us help you!" leah loomed over you, holding out her hands to help you up, wiggling her fingers impatiently.

"i didn't ask for help, thank you though." you slapped her hand in a lazy high five before they slumped back to your sides. "baby." leah now addressed alessia who raised an eyebrow. leah only clicked her fingers, pointing to you and striding off outside.

"hi gorgeous." alessia grinned down at you, blonde hair tied back in a messy bun as she chewed on gum, a habit which stressed you out to no end when she'd do it while playing or exercising.

"fine." you gave in with a sigh, knowing what came next as you held your arms up straight. alessia grabbed your wrists, hauling your body up and over her shoulder, walking the two of you out to the backyard.

"first lesson. kicking!" leah announced as alessia placed you down on your feet, leaving it to leah as she sat down on your back steps, leaning back on her elbows and watching on with a toothy grin of amusement.

"okay babe. kick the ball!" leah ordered, placing it down by your feet as you glared at her, poking the ball with your toe as it dribbled a mere thirty centimeters and stopped. "the more you fight us on it, the longer we spend out here." leah warned, tapping the ball back as it returned to your feet.

"kick it." she repeated as you wound up, this time booting it with all your force as it went sailing up and over the back fence. "oh we lost the ball...what a shame!" you shrugged, turning on heel and trying to return inside as alessia grabbed the back of your shorts.

with a shake of her head she pushed you gently back toward leah who'd already returned with another ball. "you're gonna make a perfect striker with that right foot baby." alessia smiled happily causing leah to scoff.

"she's gonna be an even better defender with that power in her kicks." leah rebutted with her hands on her hips. "okay my loves lets not-" you tried to intervene, knowing all too well where this was headed, cut off before you could even finish.

"striker." "defender." "striker!" "defender!" "she's playing offence leah!" "she'll be playing defence alessia!"

you gave up at that point as their bickering erupted, alessia jumping to her feet as you rolled your eyes and headed inside. you gave your boss a quick call, updating you were in fact available to play and wincing at he announced the only position left.

"baby you ran off." alessia appeared as you'd hung up, leah not far behind. "no! the two of you started arguing like children, so i took a leave of absence." you quipped, staring them both down as they smiled guiltily.

"doesn't matter anyway, there was only one position left." you sighed, both your girlfriends staring at you eagerly awaiting your answer. "well?" leah pushed impatiently as alessia shoved her with a look.

"goalkeeper."

~

"okay baby we're gonna start slow. lee will throw it and you'll just catch it." alessia instructed as you exhaled but nodded, readying yourself.

"see? easy love." leah smiled happily as you caught the ball, repeating the activity for a while, leah starting to throw in different directions causing you to have to move to catch it.

"now we move onto kicking and saving." you'd moved in front of the small goal which took permanent residence in your backyard. "go easy!" you warned nervously, having seen many a time just how powerful alessia could kick.

"ready?" you nodded, readying yourself as the blonde took a step back, boots hitting the ball with a thud as it came sailing toward your head and you darted out of the way.

"you're supposed to stop it not avoid it babe!" alessia lectured as you fixed her with a glare. "i will stop it when you don't kick it at my head!" you growled, booting the ball at her as hard as you could as she was now the one to dart away.

"stop laughing!" you turned your glare on leah now whose chuckles ceased, holding her hands up.

"okay! i think that's enough for today."

~

"baby think fast!" you barely had time to lift your head before alessia's trainer came flying at you, smacking you in the side of the face as leah choked on her mouthful of food beside you.

"alessia mia teresa!" you yelled, the blonde sprinting out of the room as you hauled her shoe after her. "something funny?" you challenged your other girlfriend, her smile dropping as she shook her head and you huffed, moving to the sink to wash your dishes.

"why are you so grumpy this morning my girl?" leahs arms wound round you from behind, her chin resting on your shoulder.

"why do you think? all week the two of you have been throwing things at me, kicking stuff at me, hitting me with shoes and fruit and books!" you scowled, trying to push her body away from you but the taller girl held on tightly.

"it was part of training! and hey you caught most of it...the last couple of days." leah winced at the memory, her and alessia perhaps a little too passionate in their mission to mold you into the best goalkeeper they could.

"well i didn't ask to be trained!" you reminded firmly, placing your dishes in the drying rack and shoving leah away. "i am not a dog." you warned her seriously, poking at her chest and turning, barreling right into someone else's.

"good morning i love you?" alessia tried, holding your body tightly to hers with a guilty smile, ducking her head to repeatedly kiss the side of her face where she'd assaulted you with her shoe.

"you're lucky i love you too."

~

"baby! you did so so so so good." you laughed as alessia picked you up in a bear hug, spinning you around for a minute before leah whined it was her turn, tugging you into her body and peppering your face with kisses, mumbling how proud she was.

"okay okay i am still at a work event." you gently pushed her off, face flushed bright red both from the game you'd just won and the showering of pda.

"-then when you did the dive??" alessia gasped, the three of you now sat in her car and on your way back to your shared home. "yeah love where did you learn to dive like that?" leah asked, leaning forward with a curious frown.

"watched a bunch of videos of mary. i told you if you just left me be to study i'd have been fine! instead of assaulting me with a barrage of household objects all weeks." you rolled your eyes playfully, alessia squeezing your leg with a smile, other hand on the steering wheel.

"well we're exceptionally proud of you baby girl." leah beamed, pinching your cheek before kissing it, dropping back into her seat. "good! because do not expect that ever again, god i don't know how you do that every weekend i am exhausted." you groaned tiredly.

"not too tired i hope love, we still have to celebrate you." alessia smiled suggestively, meeting leahs eyes in her rear view mirror as the eldest blonde leaned forward again, placing a few gentle kisses to your neck.

"yeah baby, gonna make you feel like a winner. our winner!"

[avocado-writing]

Ok this request might be a bit specific but can you write headcanons for halsin,astarion ,dammon karlach and lae'zel (feel free to add any other character if you want) when their petite partner comes back from fighting the god of death and suddenly they're towering over them? (It's temporary but they'll take advantage of the fact that they can carry halsin)

This happened to me in my play through, I kept trying to remove items from my inventory because I was slower and it wasn't until I came across halsin in the camp that I was like " hold on... Halsin why are you so tiny???" Then realised

LMAO i have never had this!!! do you change size during the myrkul battle? that's SO funny if so. gonna change the prompt to be a bit less specific, but will still include a size change! under a cut bc nsfw, minors dni

Astarion

your shadow falls over him. he looks up. and up, and up. "oh... darling. you've... grown."

you apologise and tell him that this is only temporary, but he really doesn't seem to mind it all that much.

sits in your lap and likes to feel very small, curling up like a cat. you can practically hear him purr.

when you go to bed that night, if you're intimate, he'll enjoy straddling you and feeling how wide his legs have to splay around your wide hips.

he falls asleep on top of you, like you're his giant pillow. it makes him feel safe and protected.

he's woken up when you're back to your usual size, slapping at him to move off you - he's crushing you!

Halsin

he feels relieved not to be the tall one for once. it's nice for him to look up at you!

"my, when you're this size, i can appreciate all of you so much more... see magnified what nature has blessed you with..."

if you're comfortable with your size he wildshapes into something small so that he can really enjoy how big you are. little cat halsin nestled in your huge shirt <3

pick him up and carry him to bed. he's thrilled.

when you lay together that night he labours over every lovely inch of you, musing in great detail about how wonderful you are, how he enjoys you feeling so large compared to him...

but the next day he is just as happy to have you back to your normal body. no matter how you look, you are perfect.

Karlach

like Halsin, she is so pleased to be the small one for a while.

keeps wanting to compare the size of her hand to yours. they're so big now! amazing!

can't stop giggling when you reach down to kiss her. likes it when you cup her face.

when you have sex, she's thrilled by how small she feels, how you can take control of her a bit physically.

afterwards she just lays there going. "wow. wow. WOW."

lets you know that she wouldn't mind a repeat performance...

Lae'zel

is confused, but you can see her try and hide a smile.

"an interesting development. is this permanent?" "it shouldn't be." "hmm. then we shall explore what it means later."

before you go to bed, she's pleased to have you slightly stronger in order to help her around the camp. you can hold her weapons and stuff for her while she sharpens them lmao

at night you can tell she's thrilled when she dominates you and you're this size. you're both even more exhausted than usual the next day, and she's just smug.

Dammon

you walk into his forge and start knocking stuff over accidentally

probably bang your head too...

he's so surprised and helps you get your bearings, asking what's happened.

you explain you took this elixir and in order to help him more in the forge... but now you're just causing a ruckus.

he smiles sweetly and brings you down for a kiss, reassuring you there's no problem and it was a sweet idea.

probably gets you to sit to the side and keep him company while he works though, he doesn't want you hurting yourself!

and bonus:

Gale

my man loves to be thrown around a bit. prove me wrong.

eyes light up when you walk in.

does a lot of experiments to test your altered strength. you suggest maybe you'd prefer to explore hypotheticals in the bedroom...

you pick him up and carry him, bridal-style, to the bedroom.

pin him against the wall and suck his cock until he's a whimpering mess...

you need a lot of aftercare for him because he becomes easily overstimulated but keeps asking for more. wears his massive love bites with pride the next day <3

[songmingisthighs]

Pleasure of Punishing

group : ateez

pairing : seonghwa × reader

genre : smut, pwp, request

wc : 1.6 k

warning : mdni, mean dom!seonghwa, rough sex, punishment, dubcon-adjacent?, slight dacriphilia

a/n : requested by @seonghwasbobaeyes. I hope this lived up to your expectations!

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Your head was starting to swirl and your thighs had gone numb. It must have been a couple hours since Seonghwa started torturing you but you couldn't really keep up with the time. Neither can you complain. Or at least you didn't want to when your boyfriend was torturing you with his dick. Right then and there, you were nothing but an object for him to release his frustration to. You didn't mean to push him over the edge either. Sure, you were being needy and clingy but how was you supposed to know that your usually composed, calm, and collected boyfriend would suddenly grab you by the neck and dragged you to your shared room when you said "Boo, you're no fun. Wooyoung was right" after he denied to see the new lingerie you just bought from your shopping trip with Wooyoung earlier.

"I told you," he grunted next to your ear, "I told you I wasn't in the mood for your brattiness, this is all on you," the sound of his hips smacking on your ass was loud enough to drown out his voice but thank God he was talking directly into your ear because between the slapping sounds and your brain melting from the continuous abuse to your cunt, you weren't in the state to process intricate information.

You were laid on your stomach with your head dangling off the bed while Seonghwa let his entire body weight prevent you from moving whilst effectively restricting some of your oxygen.

"I-I wasn't-" you tried to defend yourself but a harsh slap to your ass held the words in your throat and instead, you let out a yelp as tears well in your eyes again. "Yes you were, brat, because good girls don't contradict their daddies now," Seonghwa suddenly gripped your chin and pulled your head slightly up so your head was craned, "Do they?" he smirked cockily.

This side of Seonghwa rarely makes an appearance and when it actually does, you always find yourself rather conflicted because while he would suddenly be hyper-focused on you and use terms and do things he normally wouldn't, the next day would always be a hassle. Bruises, sore muscle from being folded and forced into positions only contortionists would be comfortable with, it was a love-hate relationship but you just can't get enough, you can't complain.

"S-Seongh-hwa, please," you whined, trying to get him off of you even momentarily because your thighs were starting to cramp and your joints were aching. Though you kept trying to push him off, Swonghwa didn't budge and his thrusts never faltered. Heck, he chuckled at your pathetic attempts to be free, enjoying the feeling of you resisting him a little more than he normally should. "Aw, baby," he mocked, pulling away completely momentarily, causing you to gasp at the sudden vacant feeling in your hole, "Weren't you just asking for my attention?" you could hear the pout in his voice and when he suddenly flipped you over, you were able to see it in person. "I thought that's what you wanted, hm? Why else would you mention the fact that you went to buy underwear to have sex in with a guy who seem to think that a good conversation topic is 'what sucks about your boyfriend', hm?" you tried to focus on his voice and hang onto every single one of his words but the feather-light touches of his finger on your pussy was very distracting. You caught pieces of his words, something about how you weren't supposed to ask another man about what can turn another guy on, but the way he was lightly rubbing your cunt and spreading your nether lips apart was electrifying. When he complained about how your action could cause him to get mocked amongst the guys, you were too busy arching your back to actually pay attention and Seonghwa knew, it was his plan all along to fulfil his girlfriend's desire. In his own way, of course.

A sudden slap to your left tit made you gasp and you lifted your head slightly with eyes wide, staring at Seonghwa who had a snarl on his face. "You asked for my attention yet you can't even spare me a lousy bit," he scoffed in annoyance but you knew him enough to notice the hint of playfulness in it. You were about to tell him off because if he really wanted your attention, he should not have been so distracting when he pushed your body slightly off the bed, your head and shoulder now dangling from the bed. "Seonghwa! Let me up!" you squealed, trying your best to hold your head up so you could look at him. But Seonghwa paid you no mind save for the eye contact and even proceeded to slide his arms under your back and anchored them on the back of your neck. With one eyebrow raised challengingly, he said in a flat tone, "No," he stated simply.

Your body was almost forced completely off the bed when he suddenly shoved his whole length into you, leaving you screaming and hand gripping his shoulder tightly. "That's better," he smirked, restarting fucking you with a vigorous speed right off the bat. "F-fuck!" you didn't know which caused your blood to rush up your head faster, the feeling that gravity was pulling you down or the feeling of being filled to the brim. "Seonghwa!" you whined again, trying to claw your way back up but he only responded with a harsh thrust that stilled deep in you, "You know, I let you call me by my name a couple of times, trying to see if you realized what you were doing and correct yourself, but how dare you," one more harsh thrust that pushed you even closer to the floor, "How dare you not call me daddy like you should," he hissed before diving to harshly tug the skin all over your chest, leaving teeth and red marks in hopes that you won't forget who he is to you.

Seonghwa's hips slowly restarted their abuse on your cunt once again which was a nice half-break since your cunt felt sore and the impact was still bruising. Literally, you could feel bruises blooming on your hips and your ass and you realized there was a higher chance of you not being able to walk the next day over Seonghwa changing from fucking the shit out of you to making love. You couldn't even muster anything other than moans, grunts, and whimpers, it even took a huge toll on you to stay alert and responsive and you were only able to achieve so because the grip Seonghwa had on your neck was warm and comfortable, a harsh contrast to his rough treatment on the rest of your body. From head to toe, your whole body tingled from the sensation that was overwhelming.

Like a predator, Seonghwa was looking at you as if he was hungry and had been starving before he got a taste of you. The more satisfied he was over how your cunt was hugging his cock just right, the more he craved for you. He loved how obsessive you could make him when he was in such a state, he loved how you were the only one who was able to unlock this side of him. Most people he talked to about sex only talked about how they felt about the experience which made Seonghwa feel concerned over his love of having your body as his. He loved that he knew how to pleasure you just right, he loved the fact that the sounds you produced were responses to what he did to you, and he absolutely loved how he filled you up with his cum every time you had sex. Seeing the person he loves full of him was exhilarating and he couldn't help but want to make sure that you know who you belonged to.

Thrust after thrust delivered, the room did its best to hold in your cries and contain the overwhelming scent of your activity. The bed had become such a mess that the sheets were lifted up from the corners and bunched but Seonghwa didn't care. In fact, the visual of such a mess framed your figure like a throne. His eyes even twinkled when he saw you shakily came for the nth time that night, body bordering on convulsing as you released with a loud squeal that actually sounded like a scream. But Seonghwa's thrusts never stopped, in fact, when he saw how you got overwhelmed and overstimulated with tears spilling from your eyes and hands trying to push him off, the sick part of him got even more aroused. His hips move as if they have a brain of their own, chasing his high with the help of seeing you looking so pathetic under him. He didn't even care that when he came inside you, the neverending movement of his hips caused the cum your cunt failed to hold to pool under your ass, creating a sticky mess. Still, Seonghwa ground into your hips even after he finished filling you up.

It was only after Seonghwa pulled his cock out of you and pulled you body back to the bed did you realize how the pleasure had turned to pain. You were absolutely ready to just pass out but the sticky feeling of your sweaty body and creamed cunt reminded you how you needed to clean up first. The task seemed annoying but it was important if you didn't want to clean yourself through the aftermath pain the next day

However, just as you were about to get up, Seonghwa forced your body down and crawled up so that he was straddling your chest. Your eyes widened at the sight of his red-tipped, angry, hard cock staring down at you like a gun ready to be unloaded while Seonghwa stared at you with an evil grin on his face. "Oh honey, we're nowhere near being done."

God, you should not have provoked him.

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[nanamis-bigtie]

nonsexual acts of intimacy ↬ reacting to the other one crying about something

❧ kusakabe atsuya x gn!reader | cw: pre-relationship, mutual pinning, story takes part in a bar setting but there's no mention of alcohol ❧

It's been more of instinct than a conscious decision, Kusakabe must admit as he's lingering behind the door, hand clenched on the handle. He sprinted to his feet right behind you and followed—but now, once he knows why you left the party so suddenly, his confidence popped like a balloon and faded.

Part of him is glad it's not sickness, part gnaws on his conscience and thrashes his mind from the inside. What is he doing here? He's never been good with crying people; he should turn back and call Nanami or Iori… Does he even have tissues on himself?

But the sight of your slumped back and curled shoulders, shaking in that characteristic rhythm of sobbing, clenches his heart with pain almost dragging a cry out of him too. It should be his chest you should hide your face in, not your hands, out there in the cold, leaning over the railing in front of a bar.

Maybe if he wasn't such a coward and finally pushed the matters further than courteous coffee and snack dates after work—

Kusakabe scratches the back of his head and gnaws on a profanity pressing to his tongue. If he did A, there needs to be B, or else he won't be able to call himself a man anymore.

"Okay there, Y/N?" He tries to sound casual, peeking through the open door, his coat thrown over his arm at ready. It's just a smoking break, not a rescue mission, and it doesn't matter that he quit smoking two years ago. 

You jolt in place, wipe your eyes with both hands at once, your lips trembling slightly as you try to pull a smile, "Yeah, all good. Just needed fresh air."

Horrible liars, both of you.

He leans over the railing, close to you but keeping the distance suit for a coworker. 

"You sure you don't need to call it a day?" Trying to push through awkward silence, he observes you with the very corner of his eye. Not obviously staring, just casually monitoring the situation, like a good colleague should, right? "I can call a taxi—"

"I'm okay." At least your voice doesn't tremble anymore. "It's been… A rough week. Just needed to cry some. Five more minutes and I'll be back." 

You don't have any coat on, Kusakabe realizes and almost slaps himself for not doing so sooner. He should have grabbed yours, not his, if he really wanted to be useful. What is he going to do now, stay there with you awkwardly and dressed or return to the warmth, leaving you alone midst cursed December?

Just a coworker wouldn't—

"Here." He wraps his coat around your shoulders, his heart fluttering when your gazes meet. For a mere few seconds, he can't feel the cold anymore and the noise of the bar behind your backs seems as sweet as a rippling stream.

"And you—" You accept the offering and clench your hands on its skirts. Even if he were about to freeze, he would have no heart to take it back from you, no matter what you say.

"I just need one thing." Praying his hands don't tremble as much as he thinks they do, Kusakabe reaches into one of the pockets, soon fishing a lollipop out of it. "Here, for you."

He taps your nose with it, a stupid, childish impulse—but for the first time tonight you smile for real, soon even laugh a little, "Thanks. Thanks a lot. For checking on me and…everything. Thanks, Atsuya."

A second earlier he thought the sound of your laughter was the prettiest sound he'd ever heard. Oh, how wrong he was.

Even your laughter couldn't compare to the way you say his name.

a/n: I'll die on the hill that Kusakabe's iconic lollipop is a remain of smoking addiction. big thank you to my server peeps for support with my first time at trying writing him & to @clumsyraccoon and @lemonszesty whose Kusakabe writing served as inspo to reach for his drabble out of order! EDIT: it's been brought to my attention that Kusakabe's antismoking lollipop is canon via databook. I'll leave the og note cause the coincidence is just funny lol

[gwynfahr]

Lying down on the bed, you're half listening to the litany of praise and pure filth coming out of Jordan's mouth non-stop.

How could you pay attention when she has two fingers attacking your G-spot with a concerning precision ? They've been at it for a while now, getting you so close and stopping right when you're about to come. And there she is with her condescending smile, nodding sweetly "I know, baby, I know. It feels so good you can't take it ?" their head cocks to the side and she adds "But you asked for it, asked for me to overwhelm your little pussy until you can' think anymore... Do you know why ?" the question is asked through clenched teeth.

Her movements speed up and she adds pressure to your clit, her left hand forcing your stuttering hips to stay still on the mattress. You think you might die from the way they've been at it for an hour now.

And then suddenly they take their fingers out and you really cry over the lack of stimulation as you were so close once again.

Jordan lands a slap to your core and you let out a wounded little whimper. "Answer the question baby, or you won't get to come at all."

It takes some time before you're even able to remember the question, but when you do, you answer with a little voice. "You're doing this because I haven't been taking care of myself properly. And I've been overthinking too much."

"That wasn't so hard now, was it ? You need to take care of yourself, baby. Or daddy won't make you come. You just need someone to wear you out so your little brain can finally sleep correctly. I can do that." she adds, her eyebrows raising as she looks up at your tear streaked face begging her to let you finish.

You might have a chance to make her fold right now if you play correctly. You pout a bit, doe eyes in full force "Please daddy, I'm so sorry, please let me come, I want it so bad."

They crack, obviously, they could never handle the doe eyes with the begging. Her hand goes back to your cunt and she asks while rubbing your clit excruciatingly slow "And you'll take care of yourself ? Drink and sleep and eat ? Stop being so stressed over things you can't even do anything about ?" you nod fervently "Yes ! Yes yes yes I swear it ! Please..."

Jordan smiles proudly kissing your thigh "good girl". Then her mouth is on you, fingers back in your cunt fingering you fast and efficient as she sucks your clit into her mouth and you can't help but moan loudly, fisting the bed sheets in your hands. You try to close your legs instinctively but Jordan's strong shoulders keep them open, leaving you forced to take it, the pressure building up and up and up-

"That's it, good girl, good fucking girl" she says as she drinks up your release while you ride out your orgasm on her fingers. Little moans and whimpers coming out of your mouth.

When you come back from your high, you kiss you partner, who then looks at you with a gentle gaze "You need to take proper care of yourself, baby. The finals are in two weeks, and you studied like a mad woman already, you can't pull all-nighters every nights, alright ?".

You nod as you press yourself closer to them, cuddling on the bed with your head in her neck, inhaling your partner's scent. You listen to their heartbeat as they switch to their male form, strong arms holding you close. "I love you Jordan."

"I love you too" You hear him answer as you fall asleep, for the most peaceful slumber you've had in a long time.

I mean you've got your own super hero to take care of you during your sleep, how could you not sleep ?

_________________________________________

A 'gentle' reminder to take care or yourselves !! Drink water and eat at least two times a day !

❤️❤️

Also Jordan's wearing this because I said so and also, yeah I fucking love that shirt on them, byyyye

[tinybeetiny]

I will always protect you: C.B

Yandere!BeomgyuxBullied!Fem!Reader

I was watching this horror movie and got the idea for this…. This has some…. Heavy topics…. But it’s my first Yandere (if you can even call it that... i really tried) ☺️ please skip if you feel uncomfortable and PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS

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CW: strong language, heavy depictions of bullying, kidnapping, violence, mentions of death, blood, spitting, please let me know if I forgot anything

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“Oh, look what we have here” Your body freezes and your heart begins to race. How much more of this can you take? Park Sunyoung, ironic right? (her name literally means kindhearted) You don’t really remember when the bullying started but it’s been YEARS of torture. Hair pulling, slapping, stealing your money, your clothes, your homework, everything. No one helps you; no one ever looks in your direction. Of course not, her father was some powerful rich politician which meant she could do whatever she wanted, and she did. “Oh, come on (y/n), didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s not nice to ignore people when they’re talking to you” she sneers as she rounds your desk and perches herself on the side. You do nothing but stare down at your hands in your lap. You let out a yelp when she grabs a fistful of your hair bringing her face close to yours “Are you deaf bitch?” “Sunnie, Beomgyu just got here!” One of her little friends whispered. Sunyoung released her grip and stood up “Well. How does my hair look? Give me a mirror.”

Choi Beomgyu was from an equally powerful family and just as popular so of course people saw them as a power couple, but as popular as Beomgyu was he didn't really hang out with anyone. Sure he has his friends and he's super friendly to everyone but he was always so quiet. Wherever he went he always had headphones in and Sunyoung was not far behind him, always pining for his attention. She never really got it but boy oh boy did she try. She would leave a couple buttons undone and her uniform skirt would be a little more hiked up than usual but still, he would never spare her a single glance. Today she was determined to get him to pay attention to her.

"Beomie, there you are!" Her voice filled the halls as she tried to catch up to him, but he didn't hear her, his music too loud."Beomie wait" She called after him, but he was too far at this point. Frustrated, she stomped back to her classroom to take out her frustrations on her personal punching bag. "Oh Sunnie! How did it go?" one of her friends perked up when she slammed open the sliding door "I didn't even get to talk to him because I was too late." She stalked her way over to you as you tried to subconsciously hide yourself but of course it didn't work "If this bitch wasn't being so difficult then I would've been able to keep an eye on the time" She spit in your face. How was this your fault? You were here first. You didn't even say anything. All you did was move to this stupid city, to this stupid school. You didn't even know why she targeted you, it's like she woke up one day and decided that she hated you. Suddenly your mouth started moving before your brain could stop you "I didn't even do anything; you came up to me" You quietly said looking down "The fuck did you just say to me?" her voice going real quiet but stops when your homeroom teachers walks in but you know you're not off the hook.

The whole day you kept looking over your shoulder for Sunyoung and her little group knowing that any minute they could come. By the end of the school day, your guard was still up wondering what was going on. You decided to skip cram and head straight home hoping you could evade the punishment waiting so patiently for you. Walking down the steps in front of the school you almost breathed a sigh of relief until a hand grabbed your hair dragging you to the back of the school where the dumpsters are. You couldn’t see your attacker but you had a very good guess of who it was. You tried to kick and scratch yourself free but nothing worked. You’re thrown onto the dusty ground and six pairs of shoes surround you “So you want to get mouthy huh?” Daeun sneered. You looked up to see the six girls glaring down at you. "You hurt poor Sunyoung's feelings" Cheonsa pouted, wrapping her arms around the little leader of their "gang?". Deji walked up and snatched your hair again forcing you to look up "She was sulking all day. The sadness just brewing" It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at the sentence "What do you have to say for yourself?" ChoHee asked crossing her arms in front her chest.

You sit on your knees, the little rocks digging painfully into your skin and your scalp starts to sting with how hard Deji is gripping your hair. Sunyoung walks up to you and squats down so that she's at eye level with you "Are you gonna say sorry? First, you ignored me, then you ruined my chance to talk to Beomie, and then you hurt my feelings without an apology." Her face held a look of hurt that was so obviously fake. You flinch slightly when she harshly grabs your face with her hand and squeezes your cheeks "Jeez look at her girls. So pathetic" Her tone was so condescending that it made something in you snap. Next thing you know spit was flying from your mouth and landed right smack in the middle of her face. The realization of what you did hit a little too late only when her screams filled the air did you fully comprehend what had just happened. "UGH you nasty little bitch" She wiped her face with her hand and with that same spit-covered hand she sent a hard slap across your cheek.

You don't know how long you've been laying there 2-3 hours? In reality, it had only been 15 minutes. The feeling of their punches, kicks, and slaps still lingers everywhere. Your body screams in pain as you attempt to push yourself off the ground. It takes several attempts until you're able to somewhat stand up, not very stable but you're up. You limp your way to the front of the school and slump down against one of the pillars at the entrance. Your legs ache as you bring them up to you, wrapping your arms around them and placing your head on your knees. You just want to rest for a little bit until you feel strong enough to go home. You may look absolutely wrecked but you definitely didn't let them walk away without a scratch. You're pretty sure you pulled a couple clumps of hair out and a few of them have quite a few bruises. You really wish you knew what you did to make Sunyoung hate you so much because you really cannot recall ever being any type of way with her, no mean words, no disrespectful actions. It's like she woke up one random Thursday morning and decided you were the spawn of satan. Ever since that day, people avoided you so that they didn't have to meet her wrath as well. So it wasn't a surprise to you when the handful of students who still lingered outside left your presence unacknowledged, bruised and all.

"Hey (y/n)" You looked up from your knees to find Beomgyu standing in front of you. "Oh. Hey Beomgyu" You look up startled by the sudden voice, a little shocked that he was talking to you. In the years that you've known him you shared 10 words with him. "Are you okay? You look pretty bad." He pointed out "Gee thanks. What every girl wants to hear" you spit out sarcastically. Usually, you wouldn’t talk to anyone like this but considering the circumstances… but Beomgyu doesn’t seem to notice or care in fact he squats down to your eye level examining your face. Your eyes widen in shock when his thumb brushes over the cut on your lip “W-what are you doing” you stutter pulling away from him. His own eyes widen when he realizes what he’s doing and snatches his hand back “Sorry. I didn’t mean to” “It’s fine. Just wasn’t expecting it I guess” The whole interaction with him made you feel a little uneasy, not because he was acting but because you were anxious that Sunyoung and her little gang might still be lingering around. "Um not to be rude or anything but I really don't think we should be talking right now" You mumble out before returning your head to its cozy home on your knees "Why's that?" he questioned not really understanding what you meant "Doesn't Sunyoung have her claim on you or whatever" Your voice is a little muffled but he heard your words loud and clear. "Who? Oh, that girl who's always following me around? I've only ever spoken to her once" HIs face scrunched up in confusion. Your head shot up with a look of confusion matching his "What?! Really?" "Yeah... I only know her name because my friends tease me about her all the time" He has a look of distaste etched onto his face. He is quite disgusted honestly. There was absolutely no way he would ever associate himself with that awful girl. Your confusion only grew, with all the talks of them being the "power couple" you figured he would look a little less... disturbed "Wow... the more you know" He only shrugs in response before giving you a small smile and walking away.

A few days went by Sunyoung was nowhere to be found. Her family goes on quite a few vacations so no one really noticed her absence. Only when a week went by did suspicions rise and they raised even more when her friends went missing as well. Numerous rumors went around, some good, some bad, and some utterly ridiculous. The most popular rumor was that they went to go debut together but when all of their parents showed up at the school it was quickly squashed. A few more weeks went by and they still haven’t been found. A part of you hoped that nothing bad happened but a bigger part of you was happy that you didn't deal with their tormenting every day. The talks of their disappearances didn't die down, still flowing through the halls with ease. You didn't understand how people could talk about one topic for so long but it is the biggest thing that's happened at your school in quite a while.

Over the past couple of weeks, Beomgyu has been talking to you a lot more which confused you as well as everyone else around you. But after very hesitantly giving him your number you learned that you both had a lot in common. He started to slowly become your first friend at the school. After a few more weeks Sunyoung and her friends were no longer the talk of the school. It was sad to say but even their parents weren't really looking for them anymore. It was quite unsettling how everyone just went back to normal but you didn't want to question it, as bad as you felt about it you were just happy you didn't have to look over your shoulder anymore. You've been able to focus on your schoolwork more and your teachers are a lot happier seeing your grades improve. You've been going to cram every day instead of running home to hide. This particular night Beomgyu decided to join you. Walking out of the school the dark night sky greeted you "Hey (y/n). I can't help but notice that you look a lot happier these days" He beamed his pace matching yours "Eh yeah a little bit. I feel more free than anything" He doesn't say anything for a moment not really knowing how to express his words. You stop walking when you notice he's not next to you anymore and when you look over your shoulder he's standing a few feet behind looking down at his shoes "Beomgyu? Are you okay?" You ask making your way toward him. He nods still not looking up "Do you um. Do you trust me?" His question takes you aback. You haven't really known him for that long so it's hard to say, he's never given you a reason not to but you're still very weary of people "Um I don't know, why?" When he looks up he has a very serious expression which starts to worry you a little bit "It's just that we've been getting a lot closer and I am starting to care for you quite a bit. There's um there's something I want to show you but I need to know if you trust me or not" His face softens a little and you think about his words. You stare at him momentarily, sure you both have gotten pretty close in the last month but how are you supposed to know how genuine he is? The look in his eyes tells you otherwise and you think that maybe just this once you can trust someone "Okay, I trust you" you nod at him watching as his face lights up "What is it that you want to show me?" He gives you a bright smile before taking your hand "Follow me"

You had been walking through the woods for almost an hour now and you were starting to get a bad feeling "Beomgyu... are you going to kill me?" He paused at your words and whipped his head around to look at you "No! Never. I would never do anything like that to you. Ever" Your eyes widen slightly at his intensity "Um okay" "Don't worry we're almost there" He reassures. After five more minutes of walking you come across an abandoned building of some sort and that bad feeling comes back but when Beomgyu slides his warm hand in yours it starts to dissipate a little "This is where I come when I need to be alone... which is most of the time" He chuckles and you can't help but smile at the sound. He moves to open the door and the sight behind it is something you definitely were not expecting.

Screams filled the air, but no one could hear them, not this far out in the woods. “(Y/N) HELP ME PLEASE!” You feel frozen in your spot and your stomach turns at the sight in front of you. Sunyoung was bruised and bloodied but most importantly hanging from one other beams on the ceiling. “B-beomgyu… what. What is this?” You stutter turning to face him. His face was calm, a small smile etched on his face “It’s for you my love!” Your face etched into horror when you look into his empty eyes “Why? This, this isn’t right” You feel your chest tighten the more you watch her struggle “Why not? For years she tormented you. Years of insults, years of physical abuse, years of her taking from you. Aren’t you tired of it? This is the only way” he says "No. You can't just do this to people" You try and reason with him but his eyes are so calm, so distant. Something about his energy made you squirm. Who knew he was capable of this? You looked up to where Sunyoung was hanging by her wrists and thought back to every time she pulled your hair, pushed you down, tripped you, took your money, dumped milk on you. Then you start to think that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, with her out the wa- no, no this wasn't right. She may be a bitch but no person deserved this.

You look over to the corner of the room and see two of Sunyoung's friends lying lifeless. Sickness fills your stomach and you feel like you're going to pass out. You look back to Beomgyu who's just standing idle, glaring at the bound girl in front of you two. He's different. He's not the same Beomgyu that silently walks through the halls. he's not the same Beomgyu who studies more than he talks to others, he's not the same Beomgyu who was the sweetest person in the school. No, this Beomgyu sent terrifying shivers down your spine. He always seemed so normal, calm, and collected. Where was all of this coming from?!

Little did you know it's ALWAYS been this way. You never noticed the way he would look at you in the hallways, you never noticed the glares he would send anyone who got too close to you, you never noticed the way he would follow you home every single day, and you never noticed when he would watch you through your bedroom window for hours on end. All those times you felt someone watching you or felt eyes constantly on your back, it was him. He was obsessed with you. It started off with a small crush, maybe that's why Sunyoung started to hate you. He rejected her so she thought that if her and her little group bullied you that you would seem less desirable. But oh no, she didn't realize the target she had put on her back.

His sudden hand on your shoulder makes you jump "Don't worry my love, I would never hurt you. Not like the filth at school. I love you. I would do anything for you! You deserve to be loved, doted on, cared for. I can do those things for you. I will always take care of you. I will always love you” he took a step towards you, leaning so his forehead was placed against yours

“I will always protect you”

[joongbin]

— DON'T YOU FEEL IT? - K. SM

you're seungmin’s childhood friend who had been supporting him through thick and thin, seungmin hadn't thought of you as anything besides his bestest, most lovable friend he had, until one day he had felt an unfamiliar attraction toward you.

pairings ; kim seungmin x male reader

warnings ; reader is oblivious, seungmin is head over heels, one sided pining (sm).

genre ; fluff 2 angst.

inspired by im serious by day6 .. u could also listen to you were beautiful by day6 ,, set the mood up!! also idk attempted angst

You and Seungmin were friends for as long as you could remember, right up until now. You supported him through his idol life, and even attending a few concerts just to see him.

He appreciated all of them, seeing you in the crowds just made him wanna perform better to impress you, yes, of course his members notice it, but they don't mind.

You two hung out whenever his schedule wasn't packed to the brim. You had asked him to meet up at a local coffee shop near his agency, just to catch up with the recent events in your life.

Seungmin immediately grabbed his phone, a smile on his face appearing as he looked at the notification; it was you. Changbin chuckled and nudged his shoulder.

“ (name) again? ” Changbin smirked at him, earning a slap on the shoulder from the younger male. Seungmin replied to your text swiftly with an okay and a cute emoji before leaving the agency.

He hadn't seen you in weeks since the new comeback, he was busy with music shows, collabs, interviews, and more. He was unexpectedly excited to meet you again.

Seungmin walked through the doors and saw you sitting at a table. He walked over to you, smiling brightly as he sat opposite to you.

“ Min, it's so good to see you again! How are you? ” you say, a cheerful smile appearing on your face. He'd always see this smile whenever meeting you, but for some reason, today he felt different, like butterflies were flying around in his stomach.

“ It's been good, and busy. What about you? ” Seungmin couldn't hide his feelings at all, but he didn't know what the feeling was, looking at you just made him .. feel weird.

“ I've been good. I watched .. well, most of your recent comeback videos. You were great on stage, Min. ” you complimented him, you always did, but today was different. He chuckled, looking away from your gaze.

“ Thanks. Well, um — did you order anything? ” Seungmin changed the subject, not wanting to feel such feelings anymore. You nodded.

“ Yeah, I did. Order at the counter if you want something. ” you pointed at the counter before he immediately got up to order. His face was burning up and he didn't want you to see him like that.

He ordered a simple black coffee before walking back to your table.

As you both talked for what seemed like hours, sipping drinks here and there, Seungmin's heart was aching. Aching for you.

But you didn't know that, and he didn't want you to know. He doesn't even know if you like him or not, maybe you do, or don't. He didn't wanna risk it.

As the days went by, he was left staring at the ceiling of his dorm. Asking himself, why? Why does he like you so suddenly? His heart ached as he picked up his phone and started scrolling through past messages he had with you.

“ Damn it. ” he muttered. Seungmin closed his phone and tried his best to go back to sleep.

It was the next day, and he got an unexpected message from you, one that would destroy him completely. You told him to meet you at the local coffee shop from the last time you met.

Walking toward the coffee shop, there you were, with your boyfriend of 2 years. He opened the door, waving at you.

“ Hi guys. ” Seungmin put on a smile, while you greeted him back. He wasn't listening, his heart aching as you introduced him to your boyfriend and back.

God, he was foolish. To think that he had a chance with you. As you talked, his feelings for you grew even more.

“ Min, I'm so sorry. We have to go now. ” You briefly checked your watch before smiling sweetly at your friend, patting his shoulder as he waved at you while you and your boyfriend left the shop.

Seungmin sat quietly in the shop, before abruptly leaving and going back to his dorm. He threw himself on the bed, pouring his heart out as tears stained the bedsheets.

The members were out on their own today, so he was left all alone, crying as he longed for you, but couldn't. You were someone else's.

He was happy if you were happy, but his happiness wouldn't last long. His sniffles and hiccups filled the empty room, his eyes puffy.

He loved you, but you didn't.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

I loooooove cats, so my request is for tony and fem reader, they live together (just dating, engaged or married, you decide) and reader is dropping hints that she wants a baby cat and tony pretends that he's not listening, one day he arrive home with a cute baby ginger cat with beautiful green eyes and she's so so so so so happy. She named him tony jr. (of course tony loved the name) and lots of cuddles with tony and their new baby cat please ❤️🐈

Making a new friend

PAIRING | Husband!Tony Stark x Wife!Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.5K

SUMMARY | You've been dropping hints about adding a little feline friend to your family for a long time, but when it seems Tony doesn't pick up on your hints, you drop the subject altogether. That is until he suddenly shows up with a little ginger cat, just like the one you have told him about all this time.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Tony seemingly can't take a hint, tooth-rottingly sweet fluff at the end, implied smut (implied oral F&M receiving), light swearing.

A/N | When I read your request I couldn't stop thinking about puss in boots, so that's exactly what I envisioned the little fella to look like! I hope you enjoy this tooth rotting amount of fluff! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🩷

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You, Tony, and all the other Avengers are holding a little afterparty after one of his parties, and you're situated in Tony's lap. ''You know what I think would make our life even better? A ginger cat! They're so adorable and-'' is all you can say before Tony captures your lips with his.

He has heard you talk about that very same cat a million times by now, and he has definitely gotten the hint, but he's just waiting for the right time to surprise you with one.

''Hey!'' you say as you playfully slap his chest because he cut you off mid-sentence.

''What? Am I not allowed to kiss my beautiful wife anymore?'' he says, with a slight offense in his tone.

''Well... you can..., but it's not nice to cut me off mid-sentence,'' you say with a slight pout.

''I'm sorry, Pumpkin, I'll make sure it won't happen again,'' he tells you, and he seals his promise with another kiss which makes you melt into his embrace.

When you pull back, you turn to face Bucky, looking at him with a deadly serious face. ''Bucky? Can I please cuddle with Alpine? Because Tony won't give me a cat - which I think is very unfair!'' you say with a glare as you turn back to Tony.

''Alright, doll. I'll just get her real quick, so please stay where you are so you can cuddle her,'' he says before getting up with a huge smile.

''See? Bucky will let me cuddle with Alpine. But I still don't understand why I can't have my cat, and he does. You're married to me, not him!'' you tell Tony, who is trying his hardest not to laugh.

''For starters, he tried to kill me, and you haven't yet, so that's a good reason I didn't marry him. And secondly, I fell in love with you, Pumpkin, so, of course, I'm married to you,'' he tells you, and you calm a little at those words.

''Okay-'' is all you say before you hear the signature purr of little Miss Alpine.

''Alpine!'' you say, and you jump up, forgetting all about Tony's words.

You take the white fur ball from Bucky's arms and immediately snuggle your face into her. ''Hello, little one; I missed you so much!''

''You should really get her-''

''Shut it, Wilson. Don't give her any more ideas,'' Tony snaps, but you're too busy to notice it, all your attention going to Alpine right now. And if that wasn't enough, you're too drunk to remember this conversation the next day, regardless.

''Good morning, sleepy head,'' Tony whispers in your ear, and you groan.

''How much did I have to drink last night?'' you ask, remembering nothing from the party.

''Enough to be funny, but not enough to be completely blacked out,'' he says as he helps you sit up, the room around you still dark. He hands you a water bottle and some aspirin to help with your pounding headache.

''Please don't tell me I did something embarrassing...'' you sigh before taking it and chugging almost the entire bottle.

''No, you just cuddled with Alpine, is all,'' he says with an adoring smile.

''Oh, speaking of her, when are you finally getting me a cat? I really want one, and I don't think it's fair you let Bucky have her, but I, your actual wife, who you promised to love forever and always, can't have one. Unfair,'' you say as you cross your arms with a slight pout.

''If you don't stop that right now, you will never get one. I had half a mind to get you one soon, but now you're not getting one,'' Tony says.

''You were getting me a cat?!'' you say, and your hangover is completely forgotten as you look at Tony.

''Not anymore,'' he shrugs and gets up from the bed, but you quickly grab his hand, not seeing the smile forming on Tony's lips.

''I'm so sorry; I didn't mean it like that. It's just that I've wanted one for so long...'' you sigh, softly holding his hands as tears form in your eyes.

''How about this, we just pause this conversation for now, and if you're a good girl for me, I will get you something else you really want? And no, not a cat. I'm not ready for that kind of commitment,'' Tony quickly adds.

''Okay, but only if you shower with me and let me suck you off this time. You went down on me last time, so now it's my turn again,'' you say with a glint of mischief in your eyes.

''Deal!'' he says, picking you up and running to the shower with you in his arms as you shriek.

A few months passed, and here you are, still without a cat and still sad about it.

You're in the living room with your book, and Bucky walks in with Alpine in his arms, but when he sees you sitting there, he knows you could use some kitty cuddles.

''I just don't think it's fair...'' you sigh as you scratch Alpine between her ears. She decided that your lap was the perfect place to nap, and you weren't one to complain.

''Maybe Tony just wants to surprise you, doll. Wouldn't be the first time he goes all out for you,'' he says as a reminder of your wedding.

''You're right. But thank you for letting me cuddle with Alpine for now; I'm glad she loves me as much as she does,'' you say with a small smile as she purrs at you.

''No problem, doll. I'm just glad someone finally took the little shit off my hands; she's been keeping me awake all night,'' Bucky sighs.

''Honestly, I need to drop it and accept that I just have to cuddle with him and Miss Alpine over here,'' you say, knowing that letting it go is the best option right now.

But Bucky is right because Tony is planning a surprise, and it just so happens that your birthday is right around the corner, too.

The morning of your birthday is here, and you got woken up in the perfect way by Tony.

His first birthday present would be a couple of orgasms, and he couldn't wait to start. He crawls under the comforter, and it's a good thing you have a habit of sleeping naked.

He woke you up by eating you out first thing in the morning, and you jolt awake with a gasp as you feel his teeth nibbling between your legs, his tongue teasing you before you cum all over his face.

''S-shit, Tony! Yes!'' you scream out as the orgasm washes over you.

When he's done, he crawls back up for a deep kiss.

''Happy birthday, Pumpkin,'' he says with his deep morning voice, and you immediately melt into his embrace.

''Thank you so much, Babe,'' and you let yourself melt into his arms, the two of you cuddling for a little while before your stomach protests and rumbles loudly.

''Time for breakfast!'' he says, picking you up, and he walks out of the bedroom.

''Tony, no! Let me put on some clothes first!'' you say, and you wiggle out of his grasp.

You run back into the bedroom, where you pick out some lacy panties and one of Tony's shirts which is way too big for you, but they're very comfortable.

When you're changed, you walk towards the kitchen with a bit of extra sway in your hips as Tony follows you, practically salivating at the sight.

''Jesus, Pumpkin, you're going to be the death of me,'' he says in your ear as he pulls you closer.

You keep walking with Tony plastered to your back, and when you walk past the living room, you see a lot of decorations, presents, and, of course, all of the Avengers standing there.

''HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'' They all say in unison, and you don't notice Tony walking away to get your present.

Everyone gives you a big hug and extra birthday wishes before you turn around, finally noticing Tony is gone.

''Wait, where is-'' but before you can finish your sentence, you see Tony with the cutest little thing you have ever seen in his arms.

''Happy birthday, Pumpkin,'' he says softly as he walks over to you with a small orange cat in his hands, big green eyes looking up at you as he tries to meow.

''Please tell me I can keep him?'' you say as tears well up in your eyes. This is by far the best birthday you've ever had.

''He's all yours, Pumpkin. So, what will his name be?'' Tony asks.

''Tony Jr., of course!'' you tell him, and everyone laughs at the name.

''Perfect!'' is all he says before he softly kisses you, and you take the cat from his arms.

The rest of the day is spent with Tony Jr. on the couch as you slowly get to know each other, and you've fallen head over heels for the little fur ball.

''Happy birthday to me,'' you whisper, and the smile on your face isn't moving anywhere for the foreseeable future.

[chronicowboy]

i (for)get you | 6.7k

It begins as any tragedy does—with Chimney's wolf whistle.

The sound of it is shrill and sharp as it cuts through the fatigued silence of the locker room, drowning out the rustle of fabric as they all change out of their uniforms. Buck winces at the noise, the headache that had been building behind his eyes since hour seventeen of their non-stop twenty-four shift—which had turned into twenty-six with a pretty intense pile-up pulling them into overtime—throbbing in his temples.

"Eddie Diaz, you dog," Chimney drawls, crossing the few lockers to clap Eddie's bare shoulder.

"Fuck." Eddie sighs and drops his head.

"What's happening?" Hen mumbles, startled half-awake from where she'd been half-asleep on the bench trying to tie her shoes.

"Diaz has been holding out on us." Chimney turns to her with a shit-eating grin, and Buck's too exhausted to even begin to understand what's happening—it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Eddie's shirtless back is in front of him, muscles flexing as he quickly and carelessly pulls a t-shirt on. Eddie spins around once it's on, shooting a panicked look at Buck, but his brain is moving too slow to figure out what Eddie needs saving from. "He has a hickey," Chimney announces to the locker room.

Buck's stomach rolls with nausea—because of the headache, not the green-eyed monster tap dancing in his skull.

"What?" Hen blurts out, suddenly wide awake. "A hickey?"

"No," Eddie says firmly, not looking at Buck at all now. "A rash."

"On your pec?" Chimney asks deadpan. "In the shape of a mouth?"

"On your pec?" Hen cackles. "Oh, my God. Didn't think you had it in you, Diaz!"

"So..." Chim raises an eyebrow as he leans against the lockers. "Who's the lucky lady that mauled you like a bear?"

"And why haven't we heard about her sooner?" Hen tacks on seriously, eyebrows furrowed in her maternal expression of disappointment that no one ever wants to be on the wrong end of. Buck might have pitied his best friend if he wasn't too busy trying not to throw up at the mental image of Eddie being bitten by some beautiful, perfect woman Buck could never hope to live up to—it's easier to focus on than the sensation of the jagged shards of his broken heart falling into his stomach.

"Guys, it's not a big deal," Eddie tries to deflect.

"Eddie," Hen says softly. "We know how you approach relationships. If she's giving you hickeys, it's serious."

"That's not—"

"We're happy for you, bud." Chimney slaps his back again. "And we get it if you aren't ready to tell us yet, but you know we'd only ever be happy for you. Right, Buck?" He flinches at his name, Chimney's voice just loud enough to agitate the ache at the base of his skull. But then Eddie is looking at him with something amused sparkling in his eyes, and the combination of exhaustion and pain only makes him frown back.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly. Eddie's expression falters for a moment before smoothing back into that subtly amused look that makes Buck want to scratch his skin off. "Eddie, you're not a casual sex guy. You must have been dating her for a couple of months at least, if you're at this stage. Why wouldn't you tell me that?" The hurt creeps further into Buck's voice with every word, a profound and despairing hopelessness flooding like lead through his veins. 

Eddie tilts his head then, any trace of humour wiped from his face as it sharpens with a piercing worry that only makes Buck's head hurt worse. He steps into Buck's space without a moment of hesitation, digging his penlight out of the workpants he's yet to change out of, and grabs Buck's chin so gently Buck's breath hitches with it. Eddie shines the light into his eyes, and Buck flinches away from the new wave of pain that lances through his temples.

"Shit," Eddie curses under his breath. "Buck," he murmurs so damn softly, "what day is it?"

(OR: buck hits his head, forgets the past month and suddenly eddie has a secret girlfriend... right?)

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[crazycurly-77]

Memory Loss - Chapter 11

The shower was really freezing cold and you tried to flee, but Jethro was stronger than you despite his constant laughing. After a few seconds he had mercy and made the water warmer. To make up for it, he soaped you up and then dried you off. 

While wrapping you in a soft towel he kissed and hugged you. You simply enjoyed yourself and him and felt so warm and cozy that you totally forgot that your relationship does not really exist. But you so wished it would be, you could really get used to this. 

Finished with drying you off Gibbs gave you a clap on your ass and said “now that you're awake, put something on and come to the dining room. Coffee and breakfast are waiting.”

You laughed and answered “aye, aye, sir!” 

Quickly you both put pants and a shirt on and walked to the kitchen. As Gibbs was making coffee you put the groceries on the table. Then he came with the black gold for you of course with milk and you both enjoyed the meal. 

While eating Jethro suddenly asked “why did you go into the guest room to sleep last evening?”

You stopped chewing and only thought “ohoh, how should I explain this?”

But thankfully you quickly came up with a reason “you said that you can't sleep when I toss and turn in my sleep.”

“Hm, last night I slept wonderfully with you by my side. So please come to me, I need you. I can't sleep without you.”

He looked so forlorn and pleading that you could only breathe “yes.”

You exchanged a loving look, but the spell the two of you were in was broken as Gibbs’ phone was ringing. 

“Gibbs” he listened to the caller and then said “Yes, coming.”

You watched him and waited. 

“The director wants to speak with me. Let's go.”

So breakfast was finished and you drove to the office, but not without buying two coffees on the way. And it was absolutely fascinating. Entering the building he completely changed. Yes, he still touched you as often as he could, but now he was in full special agent and marine mode. 

You could say the old known Gibbs was back and that was good news. 

Arriving at the bullpen he stormed the stairs up to Jenny while you walked to your desk and sat down to begin with your work. You hadn't read one sentence as you noticed Tony coming to you. 

He sat down on the corner of your desk and grinned widely at you the same way he had done the last few days.

So you knew this was coming. It was unavoidable like a car crash when someone drives towards you head-on. 

Sighing you looked up at him and said with your eyes rolling “Spit It, Tony.”

“Hey Wifey, soooo you and our boss…how long does it go between you two?” 

“There's nothing.”

He laughed “ooohhh, but there must be.”

“No.”

“I'm absolutely sure about that. You two broke rule 12.”

“No.”

“Then there was something.” 

“No.”

Tony laughs “you think I believe that?” 

“You have to believe it, ‘cause it's true. Can we go back to work now, please?”

“Noooo! You know what I think? That there IS definitely something between you. Otherwise he wouldn't recognize you as his wife and you would not play it for the sake of him.” 

He leaned closely towards you and whispered 

“I ask you again…you and Gibbs are a couple?”

“No.” Slowly you were losing your patience. 

“Soooo, when you and Gibbs aren't…then maybe we can tonight…together…” he wiggled suggestively with his eyebrows. 

Right in this moment Gibbs came, head-slapped Tony, gave him a stern and dangerous look and said slowly “DiNozzo. Stop. Flirting. With. My. Wife. Or you will find yourself as an agent afloat for the next few years.”

Tony got big eyes and hurried quickly back to his desk saying “yes, boss.”

Gibbs smiled contently, then kissed you on the forehead and went to his desk to check his emails. Seeing this brief interlude Tony only smirked widely. He will be damned if he wasn't right that the two of you are a couple and in fact a very happy one. 

Your own thoughts seeing his grin were more like “My goodness, how will I ever get out of this mess?”

During your questioning by Tony Gibbs stood in front of Jenny's desk. 

“Jethro, how are you doing?” 

He growled “That's nearly the only thing I hear from everyone. Fine, I'm fine. And I have work to do. So, do you want something special or can I go and do my work?” 

“I only wanted to know if you are well. But since you said you are, you are allowed to go.”

“Good.” he turned and left without another word. 

She sighed and wondered who would know best how he is doing. And then she had the perfect one found: Y/N! Yes, of course! Who would know better, than his “wife”? 

This word led to a stab in her heart, but she dialed your number and asked you to have lunch with her.

(To be continued...5 chapters remaining)

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[not-goldy]

I wanna eat it. * Points camera at Jimin * Arrest me. Do Cardio with Me/Grunts. Do you want Rameyon? Rabbit spit is spicy. I want you. I will give him a kiss. I can handle it. Yes, he can handle it. Jungkook you're no joke. You liked being tied up, don't lie. Runs fingers through hair, breathes heavily, licks lips before wishing his bro a happy birthday. Hickeys, neck biting, neck kissing, ear sucking, tiddy slapping, thigh pinching, crotch footsie, hand licking, neck stradelling, hands all up on each other's asses at every opportunity. You like me that much? I'm shameless, so is that why you like me more? Jk starring Jimin down when he tied his own hands up and was being walked around on a leash. Both getting in each other's face & lip space, inching closer and closer til one backs off, multiple times. What are they even doing? If they haven't acted on it, I know they both got blue balls because of all the teasing they been doing & basically daring the other to just go for it & come and get it already.

For real hun

Arrest me.....

Like which bro says that to his bro free me

It's even more disturbing when we've seen Jimin creep out and cringe hard at other members trying to flirt with him. He be hitting them with the don't do that. And I recall two members almost washing out their mouths with soap after an accidental kiss

Pretty sure I'll get burnt at the stake if I said to my sister, Arrest me. Yet they want us to believe two bros would have no problem saying that to eachother.

I want you- then Jimin giggles and tells him that sound isn't good if people hear him say that- dude knew Jungkook wasn't thinking of him as a brother when he was saying that shit. Why warn him off if it's harmless and most important of all STRAIGHT.

Jungkook is bent on being gay with Jimin. Yall should call a spade a spade. He means that shit from his gay chest when he says them and he understands what it means to flirt with a man yet he does it anyway no matter how bad you want him to present a clean hyper straight facade.

Let's eat ramen- GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH YOUR HORNY GAY ASS

We ate beef- yea sure. Get all that meat King. Beat it up eat it up catch all that bull meat charge it up add that gizzard lips to it munch on it lick your finger sprinkle the fruits on top of it and get away with it cos the naive straight bunch have no clue what the fuck you talking about.

And if we say anything then suddenly we are the crazy ones

How a bunch of boys who grew up together even develop the desire to play flirt with one another is troubling to me not gonna lie

I have female besties I've known since kindergarten- one tried to grope me while we shared a bed and that disgusted me to the core cos I will never with her she's a sister at this point and so so so so not my type LIKE AT ALL.

The only way I can flirt like that with a friend is if I harbored romantic feelings about them from the very start or if I never thought of them as "friends" but as potential suitors

It's wrong to give each other a boner in the name of "fanservice" cos at the end of the day blue balls a bitch, bitch

[eating-plastic]

Anything For His Dear Tenant: Maison Talo x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, comfort, swearing, slight angst, implied fem reader, mentions of Maison eating someone, mentions of Maison wanting to eat your enemies lol, reader works at the gas station, basically you have a shitty day and Maison tries to make you feel better, emphasis on "tries" lol, it's sweet but simple ya know, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 3587 words

A/N: I know I know, I drool over this fudgin' house A LOT, but it's not always dirty stuff. Sometimes it's cute, wholesome I-want-him-to-comfort-and-love-me stuff. I got range...kinda...sorta...eh not really lol. After this, I'm not too sure if I'll write much for good ol House House. It sucks being obsessed with a character, but struggling to come up with ideas to write for them. So yeah, shameless reminder that I take requests lol. Not just for Maison, but any other character I have written for in the past. Anyhoo, that's all for now! See you!

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Rapid footsteps slap against the pavement while a cool, summer breeze hits your face as you hurry down the sidewalk. Under normal circumstances, you would've acknowledged that it was a nice day and might've even cheered you up, but no, not today. Why? Because today was the worst day you've ever had. Not just a bad day, but a shitty, horrible, no-good day.

Who did you have to blame for this awful day you had? You didn't know where to begin, but you did know they all were at your "lovely" workplace. From rude, entitled customers pissed at you because you couldn't ring them up a second faster, to a group of...you don't even know what they were but they might as well be called tornados for the mess they caused in the aisles, to your asshole boss blaming you for every mishap that happened today; yes, even though you literally had another lazy, barely-there coworker that could've made everything easier if they actually did something.

And the cherry on top of this "tasty" sundae of a day, was said boss threatening to dock your pay for "your incompetence." What a delightful way to close your day.

Oh well, at least the sight of a familiar "for sale" house seemed to bring your spirits up. If you weren't so mentally drained, you would've smiled as you dragged yourself up to the front door and let yourself in.

"Maison?" you call as you lean up against the door, but are met with complete silence. You glance down at your feet and notice his lure cord leading out the door, making you sigh. Of course, you were so miserable and desperate to leave your hell-on-earth job that you didn't notice it.

You sigh and make your way into the living room. You just stand in the empty room for a moment before all of the misery and stress just comes crashing down upon you. You throw yourself onto the couch and sob into your arms.

You quickly found out that living and working in the Uncanny Valley wasn't going to be easy, sure. You've had your fair share of bad days, but those were delightful compared to this.

While wallowing in your emotional turmoil, you suddenly feel something touch your head making you jump up and look around, startled. You turn to glance up at the ceiling to see a red, fleshy tentacle tilting itself like a dog would tilt their head in curiosity. Slowly, it moves itself back to your head to gently pet it.

You let out a short, incredulous laugh and lay back down to rest your chin on your crossed arms. You do have to admit that it does help a little bit as you close your eyes and take deep breaths.

A soft buzzing noise causes your eyes to flutter open and turn your attention to the source: your phone in your back pocket. You pull it out and look at the screen seeing that you got a text message from Maison.

Are you alright?

You type up your short, straight-to-the-point message back.

No. Not really.

You sit and watch as the bubble with three little dots pops up, waiting for the next message.

I see. I'll be back soon, but not alone. Just be patient my dear. I bought you that iced tea that you like. Why don't you pour yourself a glass and sit outside for a little while? I'll be with you after I eat. I love you.

You let out another sigh and sit up, shooting him your own "I love you" message. The red tentacle that was petting your head moves to pat you on the back, telling you to get going. With that, you pull yourself up and go to do just as your beloved REALTOR asked of you.

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Maison didn't like to be impatient when it came to getting food, at least when he didn't have to be, but seeing you so upset made him feel antsy to take care of you. Surely you understand just how special you are to him. He has been around for many many years and he can't remember if he's ever found someone that he loves as much as you.

He loves the new purpose you've brought into his life. He loves making you happy and taking care of you. Loving you. That's why the "buyer" he had found couldn't be mad at him for practically shoving him into his house form. He's normally not so pushy and rude, but they must understand he had more important matters that needed his attention.

Once all of that was taken care of, he made his way back outdoors to a little patio in the backyard. There he saw you, sitting at a little table under an umbrella scrolling absentmindedly through your phone and a half-empty glass of iced tea in front of you. It was a nice little place for you to hang out in the situation that you didn't have anywhere you needed to or would like to go when Maison had to eat.

You hear the sound of his footsteps, pulling your attention away from the device in your hand, not that it had much of it to begin with. He makes his way behind your chair and gently rests his hands on your shoulders, causing them to relax.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, concern evident in his voice.

"...Not really," you mumble.

Maison nods and continues to rub your shoulders, thinking. He knew that the cause of your distress was that dreadful workplace of yours. He truly doesn't understand why you waste your precious time and sanity there. First of all, it wasn't like you had to worry much about bills; you had such a lovely house with all the amenities completely free. And if it was things like food or things that weren't necessities, then he could easily buy those for you. Being around for so long has caused him to accumulate a fair bit of wealth from previous "buyers" that he hardly spends on himself.

Yet still you go work and he is treated to your occasional rants about every person that causes you grief. Those rants he can put up with, but knowing that those wastes of space made you cry, his darling tenant, was just unacceptable.

While he isn't one to compromise his "ethics" and "standards" as the number 1 REALTOR in the Uncanny Valley, still deeming the act of snatching up "potential buyers" as barbaric, let's just say that he would be willing to conveniently set aside those values of his if the opportunity presented itself if it meant getting rid of someone that didn't deserve to breathe the same air as you-

No no no, he shouldn't be thinking about that, at least not right now; that'll be an idea for another time. Right now, he needed to take care of you, and he had a plan. A delightful plan that will make you see how he can provide you anything your little heart desires and how you will never have to worry about working another day in your life.

"Hmm...I may know something that will help take your mind off of things," he says in a way that he knows will intrigue you.

"Really?" you ask and turn around in your chair to look up at him. "What?"

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The mall in the Uncanny Valley was the strangest place that you had ever visited on the island, though now, after living there for some time, you see that it fits in with the rest of the oddities. While most areas are bustling and full of open shops, there are random areas that are empty and decrepit as if the building was abandoned. These areas were always barred off by chain link roller shutters, and if you look through them long enough, you swear you see the shadows of people moving within these restricted areas. To make things even more peculiar, these areas were never consistent; what may have been a barred-off area or store one day, would be opened and fully stocked the next. And don't even get me started on the mannequins that always turn their heads to look at you no matter where you are in the store.

All in all though, you found it to be a pretty nice shopping center.

You and Maison enter and stand in the large atrium that always greeted you no matter which set of doors you used to get in.

"Here," he smiles and hands you a small card.

It gives you a flashback to when you first met him until you notice that this card is nothing like the one with his number on it. This one was blue, made of plastic, and had symbols on it that you didn't recognize. Based on the way that they are arranged, you can deduce that it's a credit card with a name on it that was definitely not Maison's.

"Why don't you go treat yourself, hm?" he says, patting your back. "Any little thing that catches your eye, anything that you want, you get."

You stare up at the tall REALTOR in disbelief. Sure, he wasn't shy when it came to spoiling you, often giving you gifts that were on the expensive side. But actually letting you lose and allowing you to buy anything you wanted felt...wrong.

"I...I don't know, Maison. This is nice, really but-" you begin, trying to hand the card back to him.

"Nonsense," he interrupts. "I insist, really my dear. Go on, you deserve it. I'll be right here when you're done."

He gives you another smile, this one more reassuring as he pushes the card back toward you. With that, you hesitantly turn to actually check out the many shops that fill the large building.

You feel so out of place while you wander around, glancing in store window after store window. You've never felt this much financial freedom before. You don't even know how much money is actually on the credit card in your pocket, though from Maison's words. it sounded like there was a very fair amount on it.

Augh, you still feel bad if you buy something super expensive though. Maybe you'll just stick with the few stores you like and only buy something as long as it is reasonably priced. Yes, that sounds like the best plan. Besides, you can tell that Maison will be disappointed if you don't buy at least one thing for yourself.

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You make your way back to the mall's entrance with a few bags dangling off your arms. There wasn't anything too fancy in them, just some clothes that caught your eye, some nice smelling perfume, and a couple of books. You even bought a book for Maison by one of his favorite authors; a small thank you, though you know it really doesn't make up for this little shopping trip entirely.

When you get to the atrium, you spot your beloved REALTOR sitting on one of the benches and on the phone with someone. You quicken your pace toward him, hoping that you aren't keeping him for another meal for himself. It seems like perfect timing as when you get close enough, he hangs up. He then looks up and his expression brightens when he sees you.

"Ah, there you are. I see you've found something nice," he says, motioning to your bags.

"Uh yeah, thank you, really," you reach into your back pocket for the credit card and return it to him, an action that's a bit awkward due to your bags. "I'm not keeping you from a 'potential buyer' am I, Maison?"

"Hm, oh no, not at all, my dear," he waves his hand dismissively and stands up. "I have a surprise for you. Come along, now. I want you to have enough time to get ready."

"Another surprise? Maison, this was all enough. Isn't that a bit much-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off again and wraps an arm around you to usher you both out of the mall. "You know nothing is too good for my darling tenant."

He smiles down at you, which you return with your own small, but forced one. You really don't want to feel ungrateful, but you can't help but feel more distressed than excited for your surprise.

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Maison stands by the front door waiting for you to finish getting ready. The surprise he had planned for you was a nice, very expensive dinner and one of the few higher-end restaurants in the Uncanny Valley. After all, he wasn't going to let you cook after the day you had.

Sure, he could take you anywhere, but being the number 1 REALTOR in the Uncanny Valley, he's always been a fan of the more finer things in life, which he extended to you. You are perfection in his eyes, therefore he believes you also deserve nothing but the best. Unfortunately, that means he misinterprets your discomfort towards his grand gifts as you just being humble.

The sound of your approaching footsteps makes him look up and see you standing before him, wearing a gorgeous dress in your favorite color; one of the many gifts he has gotten you since you two had started dating.

"Ah, my dear, you look stunning," he smiles and takes your hand into his own, raising it to his lips to plant a kiss to your knuckles. Despite your dread at what Maison had planned for you and why it required you to dress formally, a little affection never failed to make your face heat up and pull a small giggle from you. "Are you ready to go?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess. You still haven't told me where we're going though."

"Well of course. That beats the whole point of a surprise, love," he jests. "Now come along, I would hate for us to be late."

Maison opens the front door to usher you outside and into the evening air. While you both walk to your destination, you try to distract yourself from your curiosity by taking the beautiful sunset. It's times like this that can sometimes make you forget that the Uncanny Valley is a place of oddities and some life-threatening anomalies.

"Here we are," Maison announces, pulling you back to reality and realizing you both are now downtown and standing in front of a pretty fancy looking restaurant.

"Why are we here?" you ask, genuinely confused. "I mean, it's not like you can really...eat anything while you're here."

"I know I know, but why is that any reason for you to not enjoy it?"

When you both enter the establishment, the hostess standing in the entranceway actually does a doubletake when she spots the tall REALTOR at your side. Sure it wasn't too uncommon for some REALTORS to get takeout every once in a while, but it was extremely rare to see Maison anywhere near a restaurant (save for the odd fish sandwich every now and again). Still, she tries to be polite and professional despite her shock. Even the waiter you two get...er, more like you get since Maison turns down a menu for himself (for many reasons), can't seem to get over him being there.

Trying to find something that looked both appetizing but also not too pricey was a challenge for you. You didn't think that it was possible for a single meal to cost over $100. Even when you do finally settle on something, you still feel like you got something that was too much money even if it was delicious. You try to get down as much of your food that you can as you don't want it to go to waste, but that too was not an easy feat due to your stomach twisting and turning inside you for the past hour. All the while, Maison talks about something but all words go in one ear and out the other since you are so focused on trying not to puke.

When the waiter returns to your table with the bill, you watch as your beloved REALTOR just sets his credit card on the table and slides the two off to the side like it's nothing. You don't even see him glance at the price, but what he does finally see though, is just how uneasy you look.

His face drops at that. He doesn't get it, why do you still look so upset? He thought you would've forgotten all about the nasty day you had. Did he not try hard enough?

Once your meal has been paid for, he leads you out of the restaurant, shooting a small "goodnight" back at the hostess who greeted you two. Once in the cool, night air however, he holds you close to his side and guides you away from anyone who might eavesdrop on your private conversation.

"What's wrong, love?" he asks, turning you to face him.

"What? Nothing. I'm fine, everything's fine," you squeak out way too fast than you would've liked. If that doesn't give away the fact that you were lying, then the fact that your eyes were looking at everything but Maison does.

"No, you're not. Come now, dear you can tell me what's wrong," he gently turns your face to him. The concerned look in his eyes makes you sigh and confess.

"I know you don't mean to do this, and I know you meant well with today, but...I'm just not comfortable accepting big, expensive...things...," you explain while absentmindedly wringing your hands.

"I...I suppose I do overdo it sometimes. But you understand why I do it, right?" he takes your hands into his, squeezing them tightly.

"I do. I know it's just because you love me-"

"More than that," he interrupts before pulling you closer. "You are very very special to me. All I want is for you to be happy, which is why I can't stand you constantly dragging yourself back to that dreadful job of yours. I can't stand you constantly putting up with people who don't deserve to be in your presence. I was hoping that after today you would've seen that you don't need to put up with it anymore."

"I...I know, but...," you take a deep breath when you realize just what you are going to say. "As Ironic as it sounds...I've never been able to live a stable life before here. And anytime it felt like I'd finally achieve some sort of stability, it was always ripped away from me. That's why I still work, despite how horrible the days may be. I'm terrified that that will happen again, even though I know how unlikely that is now."

Maison is silent for a moment before he takes you in his arms and rests your head against his chest.

"Oh my sweet tenant, why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"I didn't want to seem ungrateful. Besides...it's really not something I like to think about. I guess it really doesn't matter if I'm constantly afraid of it though, huh?" you mumble out as a half-hearted joke.

"Does that job of yours even quell your fear? Is it even worth it?" he questions while petting your hair. "Anything that drives you to tears does not deserve your time and sanity. If you wish to keep working, then do it at another job. Just know that until then, I will be able to provide for you...however you'd like me to."

You pull away to look up at Maison, seeing his gentle eyes and smile are enough for you to give him your own, this time not forced.

"I...I'm gonna give it one more try, but that's it. If I have one more horrible day, then I'll quit and look for someplace new. How does that sound?" you beam.

"I think that sounds wonderful. Although you should know that I'll hold you up on that," he jests, making you giggle. "Now, why don't we head back and do something that we should've done in the beginning, hm?"

"Really, what's that?"

"Well if I remember correctly I believe there's a new episode of that show you like that's on tonight. Now tell me, how does that sound?" he parrots from your promise.

"I think that sounds wonderful," your smile grows wider and you slowly lean your face closer to his. Maison mirrors you and captures your lips in a sweet kiss.

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Despite the roller coaster of a day you had, having it end with your head resting on Maison's lap while you watch your favorite tv show makes up for it. While he's not paying attention, he's not that interested in television, he's more than content reading the new book you got him and playing with your hair.

He's not too pleased with the fact that you aren't quitting your job immediately, but knowing that you will do it soon is enough for him. Besides, it was the weekend after all, you have a little more time to think about it and change your mind. He also knows that he will have to try holding back when it comes to spoiling you, at least until you become more comfortable with it, but if it means keeping you happy then so be it. He'll do anything to keep you happy.

He'll do anything for you, his dear tenant.