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teojira · 4 months

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[Light] [Noa x GN!reader oneshot]

Summary: Noa wakes you up at an ungodly hour to go into the overgrown city.

Words: 2.5K+

Warnings: Mutual pinning (neither of you know yet), romance, Reader is insecure, self indulgence at its fucking finest. Gender neutral but Noa thinks you're pretty :)

A/N: I'm so in love with him it actually hurts LMAOO, literally a ache in my chest. I was listening to Light by sleeping at last while writing this <3 hence the title, I hope I got the energy right!

You weren't quite sure what Noa was planning, he had woken you up early, maybe an hour or two before sunrise.

Groaning and rolling away from his poking, he moves to trail a hand down to your side, jabbing his fingers there.

Your eyes fly open with a yelp, staring daggers into his head. You turn to him, and he has a small smirk on his face, laughing silently about the pout of your face.

He's already dressed in his normal attire, his feathered adorned to his person, a sling wrapped around his shoulder as well.

Noa watches your face take him in, and he hopes to anyone who's out there, to Caesar you can't tell how flushed he gets under your gaze. It's bad enough that everyone in the clan side eyes him because they know of his feelings for you. He hasn't worked up the nerve to tell you himself. He doesn't know what to do. He's both simultaneously enamored with you and your differences, but in the same vein, you're so different.

Sometimes, a part of him wishes he hadn't fallen for you. It'd be easier. It's easier to just be your friend and your protector, but falling for you was as easy as breathing.

You move to stretch out our limbs, groaning as you twist and turn, eyes still half lidded. The noise gaining his attention, his previous thoughts disappearing.

You're pretty like this, he thinks. You always do though, no matter what you're doing.

"What the fu-

Noa shoves a finger against your lips, gesturing for you to be quiet.

'I need you to come with me, important.' he signs, moving to grab at your hand, pulling you up. He forgets his strength a lot and yanks you into his chest. Your head knocks into him, and you yelp. In his defense, he didn't mean to!

"Sorry." He sniffs, using a large hand to rub at your forehead to soothe the ache there.

"This better be worth waking me up."

"It will be, come on."

Noa leads you down to the horses, a hand on the small of your back, pushing you to go faster.

"Noa, what is the rush? Is everything okay?" You dig your heels into the soft earth beneath you, looking at him with concern.

He's been unusually impatient.

It's early as hell in the morning, no one else is awake. Not even Dar is up and about and that woman is constantly moving.

"Everything is fine, you worry too much."

"I worry a normal amount, thank you very much." You stick your tongue out at him, moving a hand to rub at your eyes, to get rid of the crust lingering.

You both arrive at the hut where the horses are kept, you linger back as Noa goes inside to grab his. He's fast and efficient, checking the satchel strapped to the animal to make sure he has everything he needs for this impromptu trip he's taking you both on.

It's cute the way he gets in the zone, his eyes trained on his task.

Yawning, you're not processing Noa's words until he's right in front of you in the saddle. That was fast.

"Come, come. Do you want to ride with me or ride alone?" Noa always ask, and he knows the answer by now.

You always ride with him, just like you always go with him anywhere.

It's a running joke in the clan that you're Noa's shadow, always at his heels, asking if he needs anything or if there's something you can do in general.

You've come a long way since then, finding your place in the clan. Not needing to follow Noa like a lost puppy, but as it turns out, you can't shake the habit of being around Noa when you can. Without thinking, you find your way towards him.

A part of you is still insecure about your place among them, knowing just how different you are. Noa is your only true companion, you think. Dar is loving, but you're worried she doesn't like you, same with Anaya and Soona. No matter how much they say they love you, years of differences have made you insecure.

So you cling to Noa like a lifeline, despite knowing you shouldn't, surely he doesn't want to be around you all the time. It's not fair to him.

But Noa never let it show that he finds your differences bothersome, you couldn't lift what the others could? No worries, he'd adjust it for you, making you a pulley to help or helping you himself when he had the time.

Or if you didn't know how to fish or hunt, he'd take you and Soona, and Anaya would come with all three encouraging you and helping you learn. He'd ask his mother to teach you how to make garments and how to farm the earth. He always looked out for you, even if he wasn't around.

They never made you feel like a burden, Noa never made you feel like a burden.

How were you not supposed to love him? In every universe, you're sure you were to be in love with him in every single one.

"Help me up?" You ask sheepishly, lifting your arms up so he can grab onto you.

"Of course."

It's been about an hour or two, give or take on the ride to the overgrown city. Not that you'd know. With the warmth of Noa against your back and the steady movement of the horse, you've fallen asleep again.

Noa snorted when he realized, your body slumped into his, your hand loosely holding the saddles horn in a feeble attempt to not fall off.

He has to wrap an arm around your waist to make sure you didn't fall off or that what he tells himself.

Noa would never admit it, but he cherishes how easily you trust him, how comfortable you are with him, it makes him feel important, makes him feel loved. He'll give you shit for it, but nothing makes him happier.

You're only asleep for the last hour of the ride, breathing softly as Noa leads you both past the overgrown city, the hooves of the horse being the only noise being made.

"Here, wake up." He slows down the horse, pulling to a stop in front of a looming building, covered in greenery. He has not so great memories of it. Almost falling to his death would do that to you. But he won't take you that high. He'd never put you in danger.

His arm slips from your waist, moving to rub up and down your side as he tries and wakes you up for the second time today.

You let out a grumble. He feels it in his chest, and it makes him chuff, but open your eyes, blinking rapidly to get the sleep out of them.

Once he's positive, you won't fall without him propping you up. He demounts with an ease, his feet hitting the ground in a soft thump as he turns around to face you, holding his hands up so you can use him to get down yourself.

You move to grab his hands with your own, ignoring the spark that runs down your spine at the contact.

There are so many differences between you and Noa, too many to even begin to count, but the way his hands are similar to yours, the way he immediately holds you so gently, makes them seem insignificant. Is this what love is? It's weird.

Noa sets you down on the ground, smiling softly at you, then moving to wrap the reins around a piece of metal protuding out of the ground to ensure the horse doesn't go anywhere. Something he didn't use to do, but after the events of the last time he came into the city, he's not going to have that mistake happen again.

"We'll start climbing here." You crane your neck and balk at just how tall the structure is, it's a good couple of stories up, he's insane.

"Uh, Noa, I don't think you remember, but I can't really climb that high."

"I carry you, like I always do." He says it nonchalantly, shrugging with a shoulder.

"Noa, I'm heavy, no." It's always embarrassing when he carries you. It makes you blush, and you're terrified he can hear your heartbeat.

The look he shoots you is devastating.

"You always say that, you are not." He argues, looking offended on your behalf.

There's no point arguing with him about this.

You sigh and gesture for him to turn around so you can climb onto his back.

He does just that, crouching towards the ground.

You're always afraid of choking him out when you get on his back, so you take extra care to gently wrap your around around his neck, sliding your legs around his waist.

"Are you ready? It'll be a bit of a climb."

You let out a 'mhm.' Your brain too occupied with taking in his warmth and his scent, mind all fuzzy at holding him.

"Hold on tight." He squeezes your thigh.

The climb is uneventful, mostly you filling in the silence with what you've done in thr last few days, Noa nodding and offering a hum here and there.

He finally stops, jostling you a bit to look at what he's come to show you.

A smile creeps along your face. It's Eagle eggs, four to be exact.

Despite the Eagle clan hand raising plenty of the birds, they don't do well breeding with their intervention, so to see a clutch is rare.

"Pick the egg that speaks to you the most."

You stare at the nest of eggs, taking in each one's complexion. It's hard, you have no idea why you have to choose. You figure Noa just wants your input, so you take it seriously.

Within a minute, you decide to point to the biggest egg in the center. The eggshell is freckled, and it stands out the most among its siblings.

"I like that one." You say softly in Noas ear. He nods and scoops it up, taking care to put it in the sling.

"Was that it? Can we go home now?" You rest your head on his own, holding back from nuzzling into his soft fur.

"Yes, this is all I needed today."

After making a slow descent down the crumbling tower, Noa helps you get back onto the horse, throwing himself behind you. He moves the egg sling to be on his back, in order for you to be comfortable. (He wants you to lay against him so bad again)

The way home is filled with a comfortable silence, only breaking when you see fit.

It's always nice to spend time with Noa, but this particularly feels different, like something is innately changed in your relationship. You're probably imagining things though.

Noa stops shortly before the village, it not being more than an acre away.

Noa swings a leg off the saddle, falling down and reaching for your waist to lift you down as well.

He breaths out your name, continuing after a moment. "Before we go, I need to give you something. Close your eyes."

You lift an eyebrow at him, but do as you're told. It's Noa, you trust him with everything in you, so your eyes slide closed.

Noa ruffles with something, cursing quietly under his breath. It makes you giggle, you had been teaching him some human vocabulary, alot of curse words included.

You're a bit startled when you feel him brush your hair away from your face, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. The blush that threatens to overtake your face is insane, and you hope he thinks it's just because the sun is beaming down on the both of you.

You feel something be placed over your head, sliding down and stopping at your chest.

Noa takes a second to readjust it, making sure it's snug and resting comfortably on you.

"Open now."

Peeling your eyes open, you're greeted with a blinding smile by him, and your mouth goes dry for a second at it. Yes, he has always been handsome, but the way he's looking at you now, the way his eyes are shining with happiness, it's a lot to take in. He's so handsome and he doesn't even know it.

Noa doesn't notice your internal dilemma over him, nodding his head towards your chest, still beaming with pride.

You snap yourself out of your Noa fueled daze, eyes going down to your chest.

It's the egg you chose.

Confusion fills your brain for a second.

"This is your egg, why am I carrying it?"

Noa told you all about how his egg was crushed the first time he got it, and how a downward spiral that moment had lead to.

Even though he had Eagle son now, you had figured he still wanted his own, to say he had done it for his late father.

"No, this is your egg."

"What?"

"Your egg, your Eagle to raise."

"Noa-"

"Noa, nothing. You are part of us. You get an eagle."

"Noa, I'm not. This is special to your clan. Someone else should have my egg." You try and carefully slip the sling from your neck, but Noa beats you, his hands inclosing around your own to stop you.

"You are apart of the clan." He murmurs, pushing your hands down until they're at your side. His hands then come back to your face, holding your cheeks gently.

"You're not an outsider."

The lump in your throat is suffocating, your eyes well past the point of welling up. Salty tears having no consideration for how embarrassing it is for you to cry over this.

Noa hums, this thumbs coming up to brush them away, still smiling, his eyes willed with warmth and his smile just the more softer.

He pulls you in then, resting his forehead on yours, a hand against the back of your head.

You let out a shuddering breath, smiling so hard it starts to hurt.

"You're apart of me."

"Noa! My Eagle hatched!" You're sprinting to him, he just got home from exploration with Anaya. You've missed him, even more than usual.

You move to grab his hand, trying with all your might to pull him off to drag him to the Eagle area.

Anaya shoots a look to Noa, a smug smirk on his face.

"Noa you go, your mate needs you." He teases, dismounting his horse, grabbing Noas reins from him.

Noa sputters, quickly signing that no, you two are not mates, at least not yet. He hasn't even asked if you liked him yet! He's told Anaya this on the trip, many times, after many rounds of teasing.

You don't understand their signing that well yet, so you tug at Noas hand again, intertwining your fingers.

"Noaaa, come on!" You whine.

Noa is sure he'd do just about anything you asked of him, and then some. So he gets off the mount and runs with you.

Anaya snorts, shaking his head good-naturedly.

"Not mates, as if."

#teddy loves apes ☆#planet of the apes x reader #planet of the apes #noa x reader #kotpota #pota #gender neutral #kingdom of the planet of the apes #kingdom of the planet of the apes noa #one shot ☆#planet of the apes oc ☆#(sorta)

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pearlzier · 3 months

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"do i have to?" matt begrudingly peels himself away from your body, heaving himself out of the bed. "yes, you do," he was dramatic, you knew that well, the pout adorning his lips telling you exactly how he felt about having to get up out of bed as opppsed to getting to cuddle with you all day. you watch as he trudges to the bathroom, but you smile as he calls out—

"join me?" a cheeky smirk plays on his lips when he glances back at you, and he wiggles his brows. you can't say no to that face, you realise, and a sigh slips past your lips when you, yourself, too get out of bed. "fine," pointing a finger at him playfully, you turn to fix the bed before you follow him to the bathroom.

you realise he's already ridden himself of his clothes, perhaps the eagerness of getting you in there with him getting him to speed up more than usual. you manage to get a glimpse of him from the mirror, and the little boyish smile he gives you when he catches your gaze. and then his brows raise, as if imploring you to hurry up. a giggle slips past his lips, eyes rolling. "you're so slow, you can't keep a guy waitin' this long, baby," he says matter of factly, running his fingers through his hair.

"we need to do patience training," you mumble as you shed yourself of your (his) shirt, slipping it onto the counter before ridding yourself of your pajama shorts and underwear, placing those with the shirt too. once you're certain you're done with the clothes and putting them away, you hop into the shower with matt, and catch his eye, but not for long.

in an almost pavlovian response, he rakes his gaze over your body with a flutter of his lashes when you step under the hot water, the steam fogging the shower door. matt swallows thickly, licking his lips, at the sight of you, as you do under his gaze, and the two of you just look at eachother for a moment. god, he thinks you're perfect. "see something you like?" you offer, baiting him, and he knows you are, but he takes it anyway.

"is it bad if i do?" matt groaned, hands reaching out to grasp at your hips, gently kneading and squeezing at the flesh as he drags you closer into his body. his cheeks flush, and he swallows hard, eyes flickering over you. "'cause i do," he mumbles, feeling how heavy his breathing is, knowing you can feel it too. he feels exposed under your gaze, even if he literally is exposed. "can't keep my eyes off you.."

you feel him urge your hips with a little nudge, and you turn, letting him back you up against the wall of the shower, finding yourself trapped between the tile and him. "yeah?" you ask coyly at his words, lashes fluttering whilst your chest rose and fell in gentle breaths. running a hand down his chest, feeling how slick with water it is, a low moan slips past your lips. his eyes darken a little at the feeling, and he bites back a whine.

"yeah," he drawls out, eyes locked on yours. "such a pretty girl," he tilts his head back as he swallows and tries to control himself, but his body has other ideas, clearly, as he feels heat travel downwards. meanwhile, matt tilts his head to the side a little, taking you in, and now you feel exposed under his gaze. he admires every inch of you, unable to believe he's this lucky. "turn around f'me, angel," he murmurs, brows raising expectantly as he did so.

you're biting back a soft sound when he asks you that, especially when he licks his lips after, and you nod obediently, doing as he asked. your body presses against the wet wall, tits pressed against the warm surface, a sight matt can't look away from for a moment, before he snaps out of it and looks back up at you with a shaky exhale. closing the gap between you, he steps closer, letting his front press against your back. "matt," you start, words low and needy when you feel his cock against your thigh, but his words soon quiet you. "shh, i know. god, baby.." his breath blows hot against your neck, overwhelming with the already hot shower, mouth grazing your skin.

his hands gently find your body, snaking around you to your front where they find purchase on your chest, cupping your tit and kneading it. you whine softly at the touch, your cheek pressing against the wall whilst you shut your eyes. his body against yours, his slow rutting against your ass, his hands on you like that. you're done for. "so pretty, princess.." he mumbles as he plays with your tits, giving them gentle squeezes before he lets go.

"mmh.." your pretty sounds make him groan, and his hand slowly traces down your stomach, fingers soon reaching your hips then your thighs. matt nuzzles his head into your shoulder gently, murmuring, "can i try something, angel?"

you're so warm, you don't even register his question for a moment. it takes you a second, but you nod, "can try anything you wanna." the water is so hot, he's so hot, both ways, and it's overwhelming in the best way possible for the both of you. "yeah? that's it," he smiles softly, a satisfied hum rumbling in his chest at your words. his hand continues its downward journey till his fingers brush over your heat, gently spreading your folds, but with intent.

he's sucking a bruise into your neck when he slowly pushes his fingers into your wet cunt, the squelch drawing a soft sigh from his lips. "there's my girl," he mutters, "always so good for me," you're so tight, he has to slowly ease his fingers in against the faint resistance. you're practically melting into the wall, becoming one with it, trying to brace yourself as best as you can. "ah, matt.." you squirm, and at that, matt presses his body against you once more to hold you in place.

a growl leaves him once he can finally move his fingers when you've adjusted, slowly pumping in and out of you as his thumb slides up to your clit to rub in gentle, but firm circles. "can feel you squeezing around my fingers, baby," he sounds awed, in awe of you and your body. "yeah? that's it.." your thighs clamp around his hand, and a low chuckle escapes him at how needy you are, to keep him there, to get off.

"so perfect for me," matt groans out as he scissors his fingers, pumping them a little faster with every wet sound of your cunt. "such a perfect girl," his thumb continues its motions on your clit, a little firmer now. his chest rises and falls in quick breaths, his cock throbbing against your ass. he can't help the soft ruts he makes against the plush flesh, his eyss fluttering down to it for a moment before back on your face again. "can feel you squeezin' again, angel, you close, huh? gonna come all over my fingers?"

he coos playfully, sucking a dark mark the skin of your neck with little nibbles as his fingers thrust in and out of you quickly. the pace had picked up, causing you to cry out. thank god for the running water or else you might've been heard. "gonna come.." you mumble shakily, words soft and needy. "gonna come, gonna come, mmh, oh my god, matt—" your words become unintelligible the further and deeper his fingers go, and you feel a familiar knot in your abdomen begin to burst.

"i've got you, come for me, angel, that's it.." he holds you up, supporting your thighs as you gush on his fingers. "holy shit," you breathe out instantly. his eyes fluttering down to the sight. an awed laugh slips past his lips and he sighs dreamily, "that.. was fuckin' amazing," he can't help himself, as he slowly eases his fingers out of you. he brings them to his lips, cleaning them off with his tongue. the eroticism of it all makes you feel like you could pull off another ten of those in quick succession.

"need you," you gasp out softly once you've recovered, eyes lifting to his. his eyes meet yours soon after, and he smiles softly, leaning against you as he nods. "i know, baby.. need me so bad, don't you?" his hands slip over your thighs again, "i wanna ruin you," he coos, coaxing your thighs to spread as he flutters his gaxe over you. "atta girl, there we are.."

running his hands down his stomach, he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, giving it a slow, languid pump as a groan slips past his lips. his free hand runs to your front, back to your chest, and he squeezes warmly. "relax for me," he felt how tense you were, needing him so bad, and he needed you to calm down a little before he gave you what both of you wanted. "okay? there you go," he shifts closer, guiding the tip of his cock to your hole, smacking the head against you gently before he slowly pushed in, groaning softly.

you make the prettiest sound when he slides in, his cock stretching your pussy perfectly as you try to adjust to him. even if you two had done this plenty of times, you never really got used to him, he was just so good. "matt, holy.." you grunt out, "fuck," you gasp after. your lashes flutter, chest rising and falling in quick, heavy breaths. matt lets his forehead rest against your shoulder, nuzzling into you as he bottomed out.

"like this pussy was made for me," matt coos softly into your year as he pounded into you, the sounds of wet skin slapping against eachother resonating throughout the shower. he grasps your hips tightly, holding the two of you up. "taking me so well, that's it, god," the sounds are obscene, especially the ones coming from your mouth. his hands squeeze tightly at your thighs after a moment where he mutters, "turn around, wanna see your face." he leans back a bit, aiding your movement before his gaze meets yours, a coy smile playing on his lips. "matt," you blubber, seeing him only making that familiar knot grow tight once more.

"there she is, hi, pretty girl.." he cups his hand under your knee while he hooks your thigh over his hip, driving his cock deeper with the new position. he rested his forehead against yours, eyes locked on yours with every thrust. lifting his hand to your chest, he circles his thumb over your nipple and pinches gently, cooing. "so tight, squeezin' the life out of me, like that.."

he shifts his weight, hiking your other leg over his hips, before he purrs softly, "hold on tight for me, huh? got a lot more left for you, angel."

a/n ☆ erm got a lil carried away but i like this a lot :3

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11rosebunny · 4 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 (𝐁𝐎𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍 + 𝐉𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄)

content: f!reader, possessiveness, a hint of gaslighting and manipulation

Haruka Sakura

He tends to push everyone else including you and won't properly communicate his feelings if he feels it's too complicated for others to understand.

It gets extremely frustrating if you're trying to tell him what's wrong, he'll lie and say nothing, shift the topic somewhere else, and worst part is if you keep on trying to ask, he'll somehow make it your fault for worrying even though he's on the brink of falling a part. He still struggles with opening up to others but he can't continue to push away others that deeply care for him.

Hajime Umemiya

Sometimes, he forgets he can not treat everyone the same way, this goes for how he treats women especially. At first he didn't understand how friendly he acted towards girls while dating you was a bad thing, it took him a few days to understand your perspective and put himself in your shoes.

Eventually, he ended up getting a taste of his own medicine when he saw you being friendly towards Hiragi, since that moment, he understood boundaries with other people.

Toma Hiragi

His caring gratitude becomes a little too much to the point where you don't have to lift a finger.

If you simply ask him anything, a drink, to go to a place, to be picked up, or if he just decides to clean up after you, make sure you're okay, and practically do everything for you, he's on it right away.

The only downside is he expects you to stay obedient. If you don't want to do something with him (aside from sexual cases) he starts to tell you about all the different things he's done for you. It's a very well trick that he's not even aware of to make you comply to whatever he says. You can't even argue with him either because he is right about doing so much for you without you having to ask half of the time.

Taiga Tsugeura

He tries to be friends with everyone. At first it isn't a bad thing to keep up a good reputation but it's come to a point where if a person did something weird and rude in the past, he will continue to try to get on their good side.

You had to talk him out of it that a friend to everyone is a friend to nobody.

He still struggles to get rid of that habit of his and is currently doing a good job at it. So good for carrot head!

Mitsuki Kiryu

Everyone knows he's popular with the ladies, and most would think that would be his toxic trait, but in reality, it's his lack of communication. It's not like Sakura, where he'll push everyone away but Kiryu tends to have a hard time keeping up in the social life.

On some days, he's the driest person you'll ever meet but inside he doesn't see anything wrong with it because no matter what he still loves you.

He got confused when you accused him of not loving you, he was baffled because he didn't understand because he was sure as hell he did in fact love you. He's slowly starting to improve, and tried to text and talk more to make you feel happy.

Hayato Suo

He doesn't understand why you'd want to hang out with anyone other than him, this was a back then problem so thankfully, he grew out of it.

Before, since you two grew up together from a very young age, when you started to talk to other people he started to grow bitter, and didn't understand why you'd speak to them and not him. It was a small anger management but he soon grew out of it when he got older thankfully.

Jo Togame

His brave behaviour sometimes turn into the most possessive person on earth. He won't like it if you even go somewhere by yourself, he'll try to keep you in his sight at all times and would even forbid you to do some things, regardless if you really wanted to do it, he does not care and will shut it down with an argument if he has to.

Because of that, his jealousy issues are also quite high, to the point where if he has to make you cry, then so be it.

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ckret2 · 1 month

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Chapter 64 of human Bill Cipher being 50% the prisoner & 50% the weird guest of the Mystery Shack:

Soos makes a deeply significant moral decision. To redecorate!

If you're seeing this picture, it's because I either didn't have enough time to draw a better one before the queue spat out this chapter, or I decided that nothing else I could draw would be half as funny.

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Whenever Soos faced something difficult, he talked to Abuelita. And Bill was nothing if not something difficult.

Soos laid out the situation to her in the living room as she watched her telenovelas—she didn't mind the distraction, she far preferred real life drama over anything they put on TV. He told her about the confiscated canes, the daily injuries, the bargaining for food, the threat of forced showers, the bruises and burns and blood Bill said nothing about. He told her about Bill's door trick and how he'd only used it to talk to a teen about life and tuck a kid into bed. Once he'd told Abuelita all his thoughts, she nodded slowly, eyes still fixed to the TV screen; and for the moment, said nothing.

The doctor on TV confirmed the tearful new mother's suspicions that her husband had cheated (DNA tests confirmed the baby was another woman's), and Abuelita muted the show as it went to a commercial break. Soos waited as she collected her thoughts to render her judgment.

"I have been talking to Mr. Cipher for the last month or so. He keeps me company while I cook so I do not poison him again," she said. "I think he is ruthless, manipulative, and self-centered."

Soos winced, but nodded. "That's true."

Abuelita went on, "I like him. He is self-confident. He's blunt in a way you only get when you're old and cynical. I think he is a bad person; but, many bad people are good company."

"That's also true." Soos nodded again thoughtfully. Like whenever a comic book had a young idealistic superhero team up with an old jaded ex-villain who played by his own rules, and they ended up best friends, in spite of their glaring ethical and political differences.

"But, more importantly than whether he is a good person or a bad person," Abuelita said, "he is a person. And if you do not like a person, there are three ways you can deal with him." She counted off on her fingers, "You can kill him; you can avoid him; or you can set your feelings aside, and treat him with decency. Yes, get rid of the people who are bad for you—but no matter how terrible a person is, you must treat him like a person."

Soos's eyes lit up. "Oh, like with grandpa!"

Abuelita nodded slowly. "Yes. Just like grandpa."

"Yeah but—what if treating him decently is, you know... dangerous? Like if he uses any privileges we give him to do bad stuff? The Pines think he will. And I think he might be secretly talking to his cultists or whatever? Who miiight wanna destroy the world? But what if they can't destroy the world actually, and if I tell about the people he's talking to, he gets treated even worse..."

"Without his devil powers, he couldn't destroy a bookclub," Abuelita said. "But, if he is so dangerous, are you going to kill him?"

"No. I actually don't think we can anymore?"

"Are you going to avoid him?"

Soos let out a heavy sigh. "I can't as long as he lives here."

Abuelita shrugged, as if to say there you have it. "You are a good, kind man, mijo. I am sure you will figure out the right thing to do."

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He took Melody out for lunch. They went through a drive-thru so they could park and talk privately in the truck.

She took a firmer stance on it than Abuelita. "I do not want to be stuck with Bill forever," she said. "I could put up with it this long because I thought the Pines would get rid of him as soon as possible! Now that he's staying here indefinitely...?" She shook her head. "I really don't like it, Soos."

Soos wasn't surprised. "Do... you think they should have 'gotten rid' of him?"

Melody paused, then shook her head again. "This whole thing is such a bizarre situation. Like, I can get why it makes sense to execute the guy that can end the world, but... I just don't think that's a decision two random guys with a big gun should be allowed to make," she said. "Honestly? I think we should call some federal agency and put him in jail somewhere. You know I've been iffy on Ford's 'only we can contain Bill' thing from the start."

"Yeah. I know." Soos agreed with Ford—he was the Bill expert, he would know—but he couldn't say Melody was wrong, either.

"Our wedding's scheduled for the end of summer," Melody said. "And... I'm sorry, Soos, but I just can't live under the same roof as the guy that turned me into a statue. We'll still get married—"

"—Oh, phew, almost had a heart attack there—"

"—pff, sorry. But if Bill's still in the shack after the summer, then... then I'll keep staying with my aunt, or we could move into your old house and just visit the shack for work, or something... but I can't move into the shack permanently until he moves out."

"Okay. I accept that." Even if the rest of them had sorta gotten used to living with Bill, Soos thought not wanting to live with a former torturer/conqueror/dictator was a pretty reasonable boundary. "I dunno what we'll do long-term just yet, but—we'll decide on something before the wedding."

Melody let out a long, nervous sigh. "Okay," she said. "Okay. Thanks, Soos." She reached across the truck's center console.

Soos took her hand. "But, how do you think we should handle Bill until then?"

Melody stared out the window at the gray sky. The rain had dried up before dawn, but the sky was still hazy. "If we keep guarding him ourselves instead of getting law enforcement involved... personally? I wouldn't give him any kind of special treatment at all. He tried to end the world! He stuck the whole town in a throne! He can just keep sleeping on the floor and being miserable, and I'd be fine with it."

Soos winced. "I see."

Melody squeezed his hand. "But—the fact that you're kinder than that is one of the things I love about you. Even when the creep you're being kind to doesn't deserve it." She gave him a resigned smile. "Do whatever you feel is right."

He considered that. Then he nodded. "I will."

####

Bill kept Soos's Abuelita company while she cooked, and gossiped with her in Spanish better than Soos's about people Bill had never even met. Bill liked watching cartoons, sports where people got hurt, and weirdly intellectual movies Soos didn't get, and he heckled historical documentaries and the news. Bill was offended by white rice and had incredibly strong opinions about salsas for a guy who'd only started eating them a month ago. Bill hadn't taken his friendship bracelet off once since Mabel gave it to him. Bill might not have been a human; but he was a person.

It was high time they start treating him like one.

####

Soos came home late in the afternoon with his truck laden down with supplies. Stan's car was gone, and when Soos came in with an armload of wooden boards he didn't see anybody around except Abuelita, napping in the living room, and Dipper, laying on the living room floor watching TV. "Hey dude," Soos whispered. "Where's everybody else?"

Dipper whispered back, "Hey Soos. Stan and Ford are at McGucket's mansion." He didn't look up from the TV. He was watching a rerun of Ghost Harassers on mute. "Mabel's with Bill in the floor room. He's in a bad mood about something so they've been doing karaoke all day."

"Huh." Soos could faintly hear someone playing his electric piano. It sounded like it was on the organ setting. "I didn't know he plays piano."

"He's alright," Dipper said. "His singing's terrible, though."

Soos shuddered. He could imagine.

Well, at least it meant Bill was out of the way. Soos began his first of many trips upstairs.

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"What's all this racket?" Stan trudged upstairs to inspect Soos's noises—and abruptly stopped at the top of the stairs as he almost ran into a wooden beam. "What the—?"

"Oh, hey Mr. Pines!" Soos hooked his hammer on his tool belt. He'd put up wall framing to section off the corner of the attic floor that included the window seat.

Stan circled around the framing, inspecting it in bafflement. "Soos, what the heck is this?"

"So, remember at the beginning of summer, when I said that me and Melody were thinking about putting in a gaming room-slash-guest room in the attic? And Ford said not to bother until Bill was gone because he wouldn't be here long enough for me to finish? Welp! Sounds like he's gonna be here long enough for me to finish now! So I thought, hey, might as well, right? No reason not to!" He shrugged. "By the way, do you think I should put the door in front of the stairs, or on the long side of the room opposite the window? If it's in front of the stairs, you can just walk right in the room when you come up, and we'd be able to put a big screen on the long wall; but when you're walking out of the room it'd be really easy to forget the stairs are there and fall, and uh, we already have enough of a problem with that—"

Stan finally got his dropped jaw working again. "But this is where the demon sleeps! Where are we supposed to put him now?!"

"Oh, it's fine! Bill can keep sleeping in here. I'll put up a curtain instead of a door for now. This way the room's ready for gaming once Bill's gone." Soos planted his hands on his hips and surveyed his handiwork with pride.

"Are you crazy? You're giving Bill his own room?! No way! He could do anything in private. We can't trust him with that—"

"Listen." Soos gave Stan a serious look. "Mr. Pines, I respect you, and I love you like the dad I never had except technically I do have a dad but he's off being a deadbeat in Florida or something so he doesn't count."

He pointed at the floor. "But this is my house now. My name might not be on the deed, but my butt is in the master bedroom! And nobody under my roof is living like—like—like some kind of starving hobo sleeping on a bench under a newspaper, you know what I'm talking about? The Mystery Shack is a happy place! Where people come to see dreams come true and have their imaginations expanded! And I won't see it turned into some sad one-man prison!"

Stan stared at Soos, speechless.

"So." Soos took a deep breath. "With all due respect—I'm building a gaming room, and it'll have walls, and Bill gets to sleep in it. Because he's a person! And we're gonna treat him like one!"

Stan slowly looked from Soos to the wall framing, to the boxes of supplies he'd bought for the room and pushed against a wall to wait—to the pathetic couch cushion bed still sitting on the floor in front of the window. "All right. That's—that's fine. I'll let Ford know."

Soos's shoulders relaxed. "Thanks, Mr. Pines."

Stan clapped a hand on Soos's shoulder; looked for a moment like he wanted to say something; then just shook his head and said instead, "Knock off the hammering before the kids go to bed, all right?"

"No problem! I've gotta set up some furniture and stuff in here anyway." He got back to work as Stan went downstairs.

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Soos paused his work when he overheard Bill's voice: "Hey Stanford. Figured out the kitchen situation yet?"

Soos had to strain to hear Ford (jeez, Bill was loud) as he said, "We haven't had a chance yet. For now, we can at least leave one of the counter cabinets open."

"Huh." It didn't sound like an impressed huh. "And will this open cabinet have any of the foods you put in the cabinet to hide from me? Or just more of the junk I've already been scavenging."

Ford was silent long enough to provide the answer.

"Right."

"I went by the grocery store," Ford offered. "I got avocados."

"Uh huh."

"And several pepper varieties."

"Ooh." Bill sounded intrigued in spite of himself.

"And protein drinks. They're nutritious, at least," Ford said. "But—I know that's not adequate. Stan and I will have something permanent figured out by the end of the week."

"I guess it's fine as an emergency measure," Bill said, "but you know how the phrase goes! Give a triangle a protein drink, and it'll eat for a day. Teach a triangle to open the fridge, and it'll eat for the rest of its life. If you lift that curse..."

"We'll talk. But don't get your hopes up. Neither of us likes the thought of giving you the power to come in our bedroom and smother us in our sleep the next time we have an argument."

"Fine." Bill's voice had hardened again. "You've got to the end of the week. But don't forget! If I don't like your offer, I don't have to take it! You can't keep me in this rickety barn anymore."

"I haven't forgotten."

The conversation seemed to be over and Soos didn't hear anyone coming up the stairs. He got back to work.

He felt good. He was doing the right thing.

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When Mabel came up to bed, she stared in confusion at the modified attic floor, squealed in excitement when she realized what she was looking at, surprised Soos with a hug, and gushed about how great it was; and then she let Soos know Dipper and Ford were out tonight investigating weird stuff and went on to bed herself.

The first notification Soos had that Bill had come upstairs was a flat, offended, "What."

"Oh, hey!" Soos ducked out of the opening he'd left for the doorway—which he'd ultimately decided to put straight across from the window, to let a little light back into the attic. (He'd have to add more lighting in the main attic now that the window was blocked off.) Bill was standing at the corner of the new room, surveying the work with an expression of deep suspicion.

Soos said, "I was just getting started on this gaming room Melody and me wanted to put in—it's okay though, you can keep using it, we'll just turn it into a gaming room, uhhh... lllater. Whenever, it's cool!"

Bill turned his suspicious look on Soos; but when Soos gestured for Bill to follow him into the room, he reluctantly followed.

"Yeah, I got up the framing," Soos said, "but I couldn't get to the drywall today, so I just stapled up some tarps to be walls for now. But, look!" He gestured grandly. "I brought up the old orange sofa and chaise thingy that used to be in Abuelita's room! They've been in storage for like a year. I bet we could sit, like, six people on it for game nights. It turns out the sofa's a daybed, so we can use it as an extra guest bed for visitors, we do not have enough beds for visitors in the shack, haha. And, check it—" Soos flipped up the lid on a chest he'd placed in front of the right end of the sofa like a footrest. "I put in one of those top-down chest fridges for gaming snacks! It uh, the top of it swings up, that makes it a lid instead of a door, right? Sooo I guess you can use it too, right? You can just, put whatever you want on the weekly grocery list, and we'll put it in here. Oh, and!" He pointed at the ancient TV console table he'd hauled up from the cellar, "I set up a hot plate here, too! So you can cook stuff in the attic! For—for normal legitimate gaming room purposes."

Bill's gaze followed where Soos pointed, from the ancient orange sofa to the fridge chest to the hot plate. He didn't say anything. His expression was completely unreadable.

Soos swallowed. "Oh, and, by the way, speaking of home improvements, I took out the doorknob on the main bathroom, and put in one of those, like, little slidy dealies like public bathroom stalls? Plus I gave the door those swinging hinges—like the kind on saloon doors in the movies, o-or, say, the door into the gift shop—"

Bill whipped around to face Soos.

Soos jumped. He laughed nervously and tried to remember what point he was making. "S-so, um... there's no latch now, so it doesn't latch, which means there's no way to accidentally get locked in—or out, of the bathroom, and... and I don't actually know how much of that you understood, due to the whole curse thing? Just forget everything I just said, I guess, the important thing is you can use that bathroom without asking someone else now! Cool, right?"

He had to turn away from Bill's intense gaze, pointing back at the gaming room's doorway. "Anyway since the room isn't finished yet and you're probably gonna use it for a while, I hung up a curtain instead of a door. And I added that cool zodiac spell blanket thing Mabel gave me inside the curtain! Since you said you liked it so much when you first got here. And like... having it in our room kinda creeps Melody out, I think it might be giving her nightmares? So I thought you might like it better. Anyway I've still gotta do some other stuff, like add power outlets in here, and air conditioning, and... a-and..." He petered out weakly.

Bill was giving Soos the most venomous look he'd ever seen.

"Sure. Terrific." Bill crossed his arms, seething. "I've slept on the floor, I can cope with sleeping in the middle of a construction zone too. No big deal! I'll make do."

"Oh," Soos said. "Uh... if it bothers you, I could try to get the walls finished tomorrow? Shack's closed tomorrow too, so, I was already planning to keep—"

Teeth grit, Bill snarled, "Don't put yourself out on my behalf."

Soos froze. "Oookay! Uh... well, I'll be getting ready for bed if you need... yeah, no, you—you probably don't need anything. Bye." He ducked out into the attic, letting out a whoosh of a sigh as soon as the curtain swung shut behind him.

Bill had looked like he was two seconds from ripping out Soos's throat. Why? Had he liked sleeping on the floor? He'd never seemed like he had. Maybe he'd preferred the attic's open flooring? Maybe he hated extremely 70's orange upholstery? Was this a mistake...?

Bill watched through the tarp until Soos was down the stairs. Then he lunged over the sofa, hanging over the back by his waist, to reach the attic window seat. He groped for the corner of the seat cushion where he'd hidden Journal 4.

He sighed in relief when he felt the familiar rectangular block in the cushion. He pulled it free: there was Journal 4, along with his two stubby crayons. As well as two marker pens, black and red, with a sticky note wrapped around them that said, "Thought these might be useful, dude!"

Bill's hands trembled with fury.

####

Soos was brushing his teeth when someone pounded on the bathroom door, making him drop his brush. The door swung open a couple of inches; Soos heard Bill mutter a confused, "What?" before it swung shut again.

Soos opened the door. "Bill? What's..."

Bill's face was completely flushed. It was hauntingly reminiscent of the look he'd had last year right before trying to murder Soos and the kids in Stan's mind. His rage had shot past "apoplectic" and landed on "apocalyptic." Soos understood how Pompeii had felt when the rumbling began. He took a few steps back.

Bill stalked into the bathroom.

He slapped the red pen down on the counter.

And, avoiding eye contact, he muttered, "Fine-tip yellow highlighter would be better. If you've got it."

"Oh," Soos said. "Sure, I... I think I have some skinny highlighters in my office. Just... lemme finish brushing my teeth."

####

Bill leaned in the office doorway, arms crossed tight, waiting. As Soos rummaged through his desk supplies, back to the door, he got the uneasy feeling that maybe Bill had lured him here to stab him in the back or something. He seemed mad enough. And the office was narrow; if Bill came up right behind him, there'd be nowhere for Soos to dodge...

When he found a new highlighter and turned around, Bill was glowering inches behind him.

Soos jumped. "Dude! You freaked me out."

Bill didn't condescend to respond. He just snatched the highlighter out of Soos's hand and stormed from the room. A moment later, Soos could hear him stomping up the stairs (and stumbling on one step. Soos really needed to figure out how to make the stairs more safe).

For the life of him, Soos didn't know how he'd offended Bill.

####

The contraband supplies Bill had hidden behind a loose board in the wall still appeared to be undisturbed. He could only hope Soos hadn't found them during his snooping. For tonight, he could hide Journal 4 there; tomorrow he'd have to find a new, more secure hiding spot that kept it close enough to where Bill slept.

He turned around the hanging zodiac blanket and curtain so Bill's watchful triangular face was guarding the new attic hallway rather than staring into the room.

He surveyed his atrocious new sofa. If he'd known he would be plagued with this thing in the future, he would have found a way to make Ford get rid of it thirty years ago. Would Ford have thrown it out if his blessed Muse had told him it looked hideous? Maybe, but that would've put a ding in Bill's benevolent image. He could've said the sofa would lead Ford to doom? No, too implausible. Ford had always wanted a nice set of leather furniture; maybe if Bill had claimed the cost of leather furniture was about to skyrocket, and if Ford ever wanted to build his dream sophisticated gentleman's den then he should buy as soon as possible—maybe sell his current sofa to recoup costs and free up space... Yeah, Ford would've eaten that up, he'd have been so grateful Bill was thoughtful enough to care about his silly little life dreams and look out for his financial future. He shoulda done that. Hindsight.

So. What did he have here? A daybed; personal fridge; mini-stove; walls (tarp); two pillows; throw blanket; two markers; a lamp (unplugged); a clock radio (unplugged); a low console table with two shelves, onto which Soos had emptied the contents of Bill's cardboard box of clothes; and an implicit promise to keep a pile of secrets.

How humiliating.

He considered sleeping on the bare floor in protest; but, his back still hurt. Once again, subject to the tyranny of an organic body. He sighed, pulled his bedsheet from the console table, and curled up on the sofa.

The moment he lay down, a scent soaked into the seat cushion made his heart leap into his throat. He was sure he could smell home. Familiar and comforting and right—and for a moment the evidence of his other six senses didn't matter: he had his power back, he was in his kingdom, and all was right with the world. It took a moment to figure out what about the scent had so strongly disoriented him: he was smelling the atmosphere of the Nightmare Realm.

And then took another moment to work out that it wasn't really the Nightmare Realm, but a very similar scent—sulfurous, organic, burning. Burnt hair.

The cushion still smelled like Ford.

Bill groaned in frustration, rolled off the sofa, and flopped to the floor.

After permitting himself a moment of rage at the injustices of the multiverse, Bill crawled up onto the chaise lounge on the left end of the sofa, avoiding the part of the sofa where Ford used to sleep.

The chaise was smaller than his floor cushion bed used to be; but he'd make do.

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A really stupid idea I had and I can't even decide where I want it to go 😩

Anyone of the first years heard from a guy in their club that their boyfriends bestfriends roommates cousins friend has a thing for Yuu and a bad reputation for using love potions, suddenly first year of your choice is taking his bodyguard duties for Yuu even more seriously than ever and watching them like a Hawk until one day Yuu seemingly receives a nice gift package from an "secret admirer" and the boys panic, snatching the treat from Yuu's hand and chowing down themselves because they're dumb and impulsive and in love.

What follows is either;

A. The "secret admirer" was actually Grim who wanted to do something nice for his Henchhuman by making them tuna filled muffins as thanks for their service and now not only did they inhale the worst cake ever, got a tantrum throwing Grim to appease.

B. There was a love potion in those cookies, but whoever laced them is actually kinda bad at potionology and they're "Puppy love" potions, cue our freshman acting like The Prince from Mirror Mirror (2012) when he had a puppy love potion. His reputation at school will never recover from this but its worth it because Yuu now looks at him like he's the sunrise itself for taking that bullet for him.

C. There was no love potion. No shady business. Just normal brownies and now a very upset Yuu. Even if they understood his concerns, do you think between their allowance and Grim's appetite they want to hear excuses for them stealing food from Yuu!? He promises he'll make it up to them just stop hitting him! 💦💦

D. There was no love potion.2 but man. These pretzels...really suck. The freshman almost feels bad for whoever sent them because if this was their pickup attempt then they lost before they even began. Wait, what? Yuu made these to send as a secret admirer to their crush!? Now he's got even more complicated feelings about this whole ordeal while Yuu sulks about how the guy they wanted to give these to just said they suck to their face.

E. There was no love potion.3 but Yuu doesn't have to know that. Now the Freshman is free to "pretend" all his flirting and affection is thanks to those croissants AND play the hero. Its full proof! Until Ortho runs a diagnostic to find a cure for him and reveals that there was no potion that is. Hey, he can always try and claim a placebo effect, right?💦

F. The love potion was actually an aphrodisiac and now Yuu has t[I AM BEATEN TO DEATH BY KING MICKEYS KEYBLADE]

So the problem with this ask is that I really love all of these options and they could all work for a small fic for each of the options. That being said, there are specific ones that suit certain first years more than others.

A. The Great Grim's Perfect Surprise- Ace

Floyd is the one who gives Ace the heads up that someone with a bad reputation was interested in Yuu. And hey that was technically true! It's just that Floyd also over heard Grim bragging about the cupcakes he made and had a brilliant idea.

It's the worst possible case scenario for Ace, the cake tasted horrible, Grim is throwing a tantrum, Floyd is there and he brought Jamil to laugh at him too. This fucking sucks he hates his life man. Well until you shoo everyone out and shush Grim with some praise before turning your focus to him.

You're so concerned about him it makes his heart hurt. You get him something to drink and fuss over him for the rest of the day in a way that makes him fall in love with you all over again. Those half hearted scolds about there being better ways to get rid of poison don't land at all, doesn't matter how he does it he'll keep you safe and that's a promise.

B. Puppy Love Potion- Jack

The captain of the track team tells Jack and Deuce together, he knows the two of them are your friends and that they'll make sure you stay safe. Unfortunately he's not fully aware of how... delusional Jack is about how not into you he is.

The puppy love potion has him acting like even more of a puppy than usual. His tail won't stop wagging and he is actually smiling at you, thank the seven he's so willing to listen to what you have to say so you can keep him in Ramshackle until the potion wears off. He manages to reclaim his reputation just fine, Jack's a scary fucking guy when he tries to be and you'd have to be really stupid to mess with him when he's in a mood.

... not that you can really tell the difference between puppy love Jack and normal Jack when the Ramshackle Prefect insists on looking at him like that. He must really hate his tail.

C. How Dare You Eat my Food- Deuce

Same as before: captain gives the heads up, Jack and Deuce are really concerned, and Deuce decides to do something about it because he's in love and doesn't want to see you get hurt.

He doesn't realize there was nothing wrong with them until you point it out and he's beyond heartbroken. Please you have to understand he didn't mean it! Sure those brownies were really good and yeah maybe he should have realized that they were normal about half way through the pan but- he's so sorry! He's not above getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness and especially not from you.

There is a rule in Heartslabyul about returning things after you take them, so as soon as Deuce learns he took your food he's already planning on replacing it. Maybe you would let him borrow your kitchen? He won't let you help since he's fixing his own mistake but he doesn't see why you can't hang out. You'll get fresh brownies out of it and he gets to look cool Task failed successfully?

D. This is... Adequate I Suppose- Sebek

Only someone with an actual death wish would come up with this sort of plan in Riddle's presence. He's screaming, the paddock is on fire, and no one is really stopping him because hey idiot deserves it and also has anyone seen where Sebek went? Would have thought he'd have something to say too given that whole "crush he has on the prefect thing"

Well that's because he's too busy eating your pretzels with a trademark look of disgust as he tells you about what happened at Equestrian club today. These suck, he has such high standards for what you are worthy of and if it weren't for the potential danger posed to you he never would have-

Your wry disappointment silences him immediately, his look of concern and shock is really cute so it sort of makes up for how much his words hurt. He's aghast, you have someone you... admire? Someone you are too shy to confess to? And you made them something with your own two hands, he actually wants to cry he's so embarrassed, jealous, and in love all at the same time.

"You shouldn't have to do this. You- You are the one who deserves to be pursed. But if it is something you wish to do-" He draws himself up into a proper knight's stance, stiff as board and deeply determined to be seen as reliable. Safe. A... friend if you will allow it and something more if he could be so blessed. "-then we shall begin training immediately! Back to the kitchen, human!"

E. Placebo Effect- Epel

Only someone with an actual death wish would come up with this plan pt. 2 except Leona is a lot more reasonable than Riddle with how he handles it. He tells Epel to go check on Yuu while he goes to dump the guy on Crewel. That way he doesn't have to be the one to fill out all of the annoying disciplinary paperwork.

So he knows by the time he shows up at Ramshackle that there really is no threat to your safety but still... this sort of opportunity is just too good to pass up. And he's such a good actor too, if this wouldn't get him in trouble with Vil he'd rub it in his dorm leader's face.

See Vil! He doesn't need no fancy manners or etiquette, Yuu's flushed and charmed by his old fashioned gentlemanly behavior. He's holding doors, pulling out your chair, giving you all of the compliments he thinks about but never says for fear of looking uncool. He even gets to bake apple pie with you until Ortho calls his bluff. Sure, he should have some shame, but this is Epel we're talking about. He claims the placebo effect and pretends to be super embarrassed while gauging your reaction for any trace of disappointment.

If he's satisfied with how sad you are he just might make it up to you with a real date~

Like I was saying all of these prompts could really work for any of them and- huh could have sworn there was a sixth one. Weird anyway thanks for the ask!

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....

..... ok so now that the coast is clear:

First thing's first, they're all mad as hell that someone tried to drug you with an aphrodisiac. That's so beyond disgusting, who does this guy think he is?

Ace's focus is entirely on you. He doesn't outright admit what's wrong, he actively teases you for being into him when you express concern as if it doesn't send a painful pang of arousal through him when you don't deny it. You have to make a move, he'll ask for it half serious half joke, but he wants you to do this because you want him and not as some sort of favor please don't say it like that- He starts taking shots at the other guy when he regains enough of his ego to flip you on your back and start taking the lead. Really, how stupid was that guy to think he had a chance when you only have eyes for him, prefect? Now don't you dare try to hide your cute expressions from him, he's been looking forward to this.

Jack is convinced he can just lock himself in his room and endure. He tries thinking of it as a training exercise, sure he might have had some... similar feelings before. Similar thoughts, painful dreams that felt real until he woke up alone, drenched in sweat, painfully unfulfilled and deeply embarrassed. But nothing can compare to the real you, he's almost angry that he ever thought that at all now that you're underneath him. He's so lucky that you're his mate, that he can bite into your neck and thrust into your body and have you accept him even as he locks you together in a sticky mess of sweat and slick. He's beyond embarrassed when he wakes up still balls deep with your fingers running through his matted hair. This would be the worst if he didn't have a cute, very human, bite of his own on his neck.

Deuce's anger is made so much worse by him being horny. The other guy is terrified, everyone around him is terrified Deuce is aware he's gone full delinquent and he can't seem to stop. By the time you find him his knuckles are bruised, he's sweaty, with rumpled clothes, and taking great heaving breaths unable to deny the effects he's feeling and asking you to forgive him. Deuce has an idea of what he wanted your first time to be like. He wanted to take you out on a real date, he wanted to be honorable with you. He didn't expect you to be the one to push him back against the shower stall and take him just as quick and dirty as he feels. You're so beautiful, he's so powerless in the face of your naked desire and very eager to please. Just tell him what you want him to do; he's all yours.

Sebek can't lie about how he feels to save his life. All of NRC knows he's horny because he's screaming about how not horny he is right now and how much he doesn't think your flesh looks super supple, bitable even seven he just wants to- Lilia doesn't let him ignore those feelings after confirming you aren't the slightest bit uncomfortable being the center of Sebek's attention. He's shy, in denial. He is proud of his honorable intent and self control. But he is in love with you and with that love comes a deep, fathomless desire edged with obsessive devotion that all fae pride themselves in. He needs your guidance, he's unused to this. That obsessive attention hangs on your every gasp and moan, when he finds a noise he likes he hammers at the source again and again until you reward him with the most wonderful noise of all. When the potion has worked its way through his system the hunger still remains; his appetite is voracious. A potion is nothing compared to his own desires, hopefully this little accident left you prepared.

Epel's anger is also made so much worse by being horny. But Leona already dealt with the scumbag so it's not like he can work out his aggression on the creep... so won't you let him take it out on you? He's completely serious, the drug has gone straight to his dick and he's not interested in pretending like he doesn't want you prefect. No taking care of it himself won't work, no don't be shy it really can't be anyone else. You want a real man? Well he's right here and he wants you something fierce. Epel wouldn't be this confident if he didn't have so much adrenaline running through him, but he can't bring himself to be embarrassed when he comes to his senses and sees you bent over your desk and much more out of breath than him. He's going to be riding this high for the rest of the year, and he's going to make sure you feel it for just as long too.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst first years #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl x reader #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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a-hazbin-reader · 8 months

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Oooo Vox! How about Vox with a unnaturally unlucky SO? And it's always been like that and how they died as well!

(Also calling Vox their lucky charm and how he's the most luck they ever had and needed)

Man Y/N really is unlucky landing Vox as a S/O-

I'M JOKING I LOVE THIS

Vox X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Second hand embarrassment for Y/N, Valentino being harmed

Description: ☝️⬆️

Not Y/N accidentally getting placed in Hell because of some unlucky mix up-

When you first told Vox you were unlucky, he didn't really believe you and just thought you were being dramatic

And sure you've had a few bad luck incidents that he's seen but nothing that really stands out to him

It's not until he's in a relationship with you that he realizes you weren't fucking joking around when you said it

You really are unlucky

In just a day you've somehow managed to trip and ruin one of Velvette's outfits and completely disfigure her model

You caught Valentino's wings on fire while trying to make a sandwich and when you went to put it out you made it worse by throwing oil on him

Good

You broke four of Vox's cameras, five of his stage lights and broke his chair all while he was live

And all that doesn't even begin to cover the mayhem you caused just last week

Somehow you keep running into Alastor and that's a whole headache in itself

You stress him out so much that if he had hair it would be white and falling out of his head

But Vox will be damned if you aren't just the most precious thing in his life, you're too adorable to get rid of

No matter how much trouble you are to keep

You're so fucking adorable Vox isn't letting you go

Whenever he starts to feel himself getting irritated with you, he just looks at your apologetic face and melts

"Sorry Vox...I guess I just need to stick closer to my lucky charm next time, huh?"

Fuck he loves you

"Just-get over here and hold still!"

Keeps you in his lap because it's the only way to keep you from causing trouble with your horrible bad luck

Not at all because he loves having you close and because his heart skips a few beats when you lean into him or because you smell so perfect-

"Vox? Your screen is all hot and glitchy...are you alright?"

He's fine, babe

Honestly can't get enough of you and genuinely believes he can keep your unlucky nature at bay if he keeps you with him at all times

You managed to trip and toss a dozen fragile, expensive things into the air???

Don't worry, Vox is scrambling to catch them all in a hilariously cartoonish manner

You got lost and now Alastor is contacting him and telling Vox to come get his curse out of Alastor's hotel??

Vox will be there and won't even start a fight, the hotel has been beaten up enough by you and your bad luck as it is

He's kinda proud of you for that one tho

He can't even be mad, it's so obvious that some supernatural force is out to get you

There's no way you're just naturally this unlucky

And he can't just dump you, no matter what Valentino says, fuck him

If he dumps you then you'll be at the mercy of your unluck and nobody will be around to save you

And Vox wants to be the one who saves you, he wants you to depend on him more than anything else

Whenever he sees the grateful look on your face after he bails you out of trouble he's reminded of how much he loves you all over again

Can't resist the urge to take you into his arms and rub his face screen on you, no he won't put you down

With him around to clean up your messes, maybe he really is your good luck charm

Vox really starts to believe it

But then your bad luck strikes again and his migraine is back

Good luck charm his ass

I REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE 💗

#vox x reader #vox hazbin x reader #vox hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

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bulletswithribbons · 4 months

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Loving and fearless

TateLangdonxFem!reader // NSFW

Summary: You find out your boyfriend is a mass murderer. He's worried about what you will think of him but he never knew you weren't a good girl from the very start.

Warnings: Smut (obv), unprotected piv, sex with feelings, implied murder...

Word count: 1.7k

a/n: Ok so sorry I took really long to write a new fic I was working on a Part 2 for my Kai one but then thought of this. Had to write it down to satisfy my pookies since I didn't take so long writing it. Basically why it's short.

𝕱𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖈 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖙 ⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚

“Are you scared?” He asks. He wasn’t trying to hide it, nor deny it. He just wanted you to accept it as it is. He was no saint, but so weren’t you. No sugarcoating things for this once at least.

You shook your head slowly, “no.” You said, and it wasn’t a lie. At least yet. You weren’t afraid of him, you knew him better than anyone. Or maybe that’s what you chose to believe. You didn’t want to change anything about him or live in a deluded world of your own thinking of him as someone he isn’t. As fucked-up as it sounds, you liked that psychopathic trait of his.

Tate tilts his head partly to the side, daring you to say that thing you were desperate to.

“I doubt it,” he replied, regret somehow dripping from his tone. You knew he didn’t regret shooting up his school nor all the murders he committed, rather of the way you found out. He had already apologized, what else would you need? Him to get on his knees and beg you to forgive him? He would gladly do that.

“I want you to embrace it,” you finally said, the thought lingering in your head for a while now. You just didn’t know how to express it without sounding like a weirdo.

“Embrace it?” He repeats after you, confused, a hint of surprise in his voice.

You nod.

“You killed them. There’s nothing you can do about it anymore. You’re troubled Tate. Stop hiding that side and accept it as a part of you. You can’t run away from your past and you being trapped here actually proves my point.” Your tone was comforting, all loving. You were one of the very few –the only one– that actually cared about him in a non-twisted way. He wasn’t ready to lose that. He would never be.

“But would you accept it as a part of me? You want me to go around killing people and then come back to you so you can clean the blood of others from my own hands?” He asks, his voice quavering, a bit shaky and unclear, he was upset and you knew he's on the verge of crying.

And Bingo. There it is. Those poor souls, he doesn’t care about them, but rather what you would think. Nothing matters as long as you’re still there standing by his side. Was it unhealthy? Maybe. But for you it only made your relationship stronger.

“Isn’t that what you would like?” You ask, your hand darting to his face brushing his blonde strands of hair away from his face as you cup his cheek.

A single tear runs down his cheek as he smiles lightly. His dimples looked more adorable than ever. All he ever wanted was to be appreciated. And he is.

The sight of him taking two steps closer to you had your heart speeding up, even though he's your boyfriend you can't help but feel like a silly little girl with a silly little crush. Except it wasn't little, nor silly. His hand grips at your waist as he pulls you to him, getting rid of every inch that separates your bodies. His head tilts slightly before he attacks your face with his lips embracing yours in a hungry lustful open-mouthed kiss.

Your hands quickly find the back of his neck, pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss while his tongue pushes through and fights yours for domination.

He was completely teasing you, or maybe not, maybe he just craved you so bad. His covered erection was tempting your core, begging for release. One of his hands slides down your shirt and cups your boob, squeezing tightly. A soft moan escapes your lips and onto the kiss.

At that time, you thought maybe a somewhat evil spirit took over your boyfriend as he aggressively pinned you against the wall, too impatient to hop on the bed. But you know it was no evil spirit. There was no need to keep on finding why’s to his actions.

He yanks your shorts down to your knees then grips at your thigh lifting it up to his hip, probably to get better access. Meanwhile his other hand unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers freeing his rock hard dick. Yeah now it's confirmed that it was to gain better access. Tate always gets hard easily, that was a fact you knew. Whether it was a silly little cuddle session or you whispering the randomest topics in his ear. It didn’t bother you, you actually loved it. It enthralled you.

Your arms wrap around his neck while his breath fans against your nape. Each passing second your pussy screams for him to fuck the shit out of you even louder.

His digits found their way to your inner thigh, trailing toward your center. Once they reach your clit, his pointer finger runs up and down the thin soaked fabric of your underwear. He taps on the wet spot a few times, teasing you or maybe to later remember how desperate you were for him inside you. “This is my way of thanking you, y/n.” He whispers in your ear, your body shuddering at the sound of his voice, excitement surging through your entire temple. Every second passing by the atmosphere gets even hotter.

You nod, “mhm.”

His finger curls at the edge of your panties pulling it to the side, baring your pussy to him and the arousal glistening within.

Tate leans over you even closer, capturing your soft skin between his teeth sucking in deep; while he uses a hand to line his cock up to your dripping entrance. His tip caresses your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’m not waiting any longer,” He mutters under his breath to your ear as he pushes himself deeper into your cunt and slams into you.

Tate has never ever hidden the fact that he craves you desperately. You loved that he would kill for you but hated how you would too.

You let out a loud moan, if he didn’t know you any better he would’ve thought that was a scream for help. Your hand grabs a fistful of his hair. Your moan made him groan quietly. He loved the sound of you squirming beneath him, and even the sound of your voice when you talk about anything no matter what it was. He couldn’t stop himself, of course not since he couldn’t even wait to hear you screaming his name. Your legs curl around his hips as he thrusted in you deeper, moaning uncontrollably as he feels your tight warm wet walls wrapped around his thick length. “My cock.. Is pure love..” He breathes out. Your eyes hardly widen, Tate isn’t used to dirty talking. Not at all. If anything he was actually nice and making sure you’re ok nearly between every two thrusts. Unless he was jealous or upset with you. But mostly that’s it. Your eyes barely stay wide for 2 seconds before they roll to the back of your head once his tip hit a spot in you that made your moans louder than they already were. “Oh fuck, Tate!” You scream, He slides out slightly then back in forcefully. He didn’t recognize mercy, and your pussy wasn’t getting any of that. His cock pounding into you merciless, unsympathetically, inhumanly. All of the above. Abusing that same specific spot of yours.

His intense tightening in his chest made him hungry for air as he breathed heavily, humping you remorselessly. Your pussy swallowing every inch of him and lubricating like crazy, your own arousal leaking down your pussy and out to your thighs. Such a slut you are for him. Problem is you were shameless about it.

Your grip on his hair tightens, holding on as hard as you can but making sure not to hurt him. You would never. Soft moans are whispered in your ear as he presses his mouth a little harsher against your skin, his fingers tightening on your thighs. His lips trailing kisses up and down your neck, leaving small bites here and there as he slowly makes his way up to your jaw. His hands slide up your thighs and stop at your clit, rubbing it as if his life depends on it, all the while his hips are pounding into you as fast as they can. You arch your back involuntarily immediately once you feel the contact. He groans softly as he feels your arch into his touch, his fingers going inhumanly faster than before.

Seeing how it is, it wouldn't be long for you until you came.

Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. The perfect combination of his fingers stroking your clit and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to make you see stars. He was chasing his own release and you were begging for yours. You knew you were close.. Real close.. “Tate.. Please.. I’m so fucking close..” You whimper, not knowing what exactly you were begging him for. Tate knows your body well enough to know you were close, he speeds up. Judging by his breathing, you can tell he was getting tired. You let out your moans freely as you feel your orgasm crashing down. A complete mess leaking down your thighs. You can’t hold your back arch anymore but it didn't matter, waves of ecstasy and euphoria taking over your body. Tate wasn't done yet, and although your lips were already burning up, you didn't protest. “Hmph..I love you,” He moaned in between thrusts as they were getting erratic, feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. But that didn’t stop him from abusing your swollen red cunt until he was fully finished. Tate thrusts into you for a moment longer before you feel his ejaculate drowning your pussy breathing heavily, his release splaying across your walls in ropes. Tears had stained your cheeks.

Tate had you still pinned against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands grabbing your thighs. His now softened dick still in your abused pussy. Why isn’t he pulling out yet? This is the first time he lasted this long. Usually he doesn’t stay so long.

His head was resting on your shoulder, nose burried into your neck. His breathing slowed down steadily and went back to normal.

It felt weirdly comforting.. Him being so close, you didn’t even want him to pull out. Your legs still crossed behind your boyfriend’s back.

“You want me to pull out?” He whispers to you lovingly as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face and tugs it behind your ear.

“No, let’s stay this way for a while..” Your arms wrap around his neck, hugging him close. You can feel him nodding.

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catmelonwriting · 5 months

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Oohmygofd pleaaase plsplspls write bulimic reader... As some1 who's bulimic i will die if u do (positively)

BSD Men with a bulimic!reader

Warnings: Bulimia, not proofread, vomit type purging, very self inserted and based off my experiences, bad body image, reader is not underweight, hurt/comfort, a couple usages of (name) in akutagawa's bc I just can't see this man using pet names

Characters: Akutagawa, Chuuya

A/N: I'm sooo glad I'm not the only one who wanted this.. I was really hesitant to write it bc my blog is entirely smut and that usually does better than hurt/comfort, angst, or fluff, but if I'm not the only person who wants it I'm deffy gonna write it!! I don't really like Akutagawas I definitely didn't do him justice but I loveeeee chuuya's

Akutagawa

- Probably will not notice until you tell him.. just thinks you're sick or something when he hears coughing noises from the bathroom.

- From then on he's really concerned, he'll probably do a lot of research on it (w/o you knowing ofc)

- Will try and get you into treatment, even just IOP, but if you refuse HE is going to monitor everything your eating

- If you do end up binging in the middle of the night or while he's not there, the bathroom is off limits for the next 45 minutes.

- He will literally stand in the way of the doorway if you try to go, he's not risking anything.

- If you try not to eat too much the next day to 'make up for it' he'll sit with you while you eat and give you encouraging words here and there, but neither of you are getting up till your finished.

One shot

You're kneeled over the bathroom toilet, the back of a toothbrush nudging your throat, when you let out a loud gag. You immediately take the toothbrush out and cover your mouth.. you had learned to be so quiet after akutagawa found out about your eating disorder, how could you let that happen?

You hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door before three short knocks. "Yeah, Ryū?" You ask, your voice was raspy and you sounded like you had been crying. Fuck, he knows.

"..(Name) are you alright? Are you doing something you shouldn't?" His voice was sharp, like he was angry. You knew he wasn't, you knew he would never be angry at your for something like this.. just.. upset, but you can't help the guilt that courses through your body at his words.

"No." You choke out, shuffling to shove the toothbrush back in the holder. "I heard gagging." You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the rasp. "Um.. I wasn't. Just coughing. I'm not feeling well." You call out, quickly flushing your thrown up dinner down the toilet. "I'll be out in a second."

You dig in the drawers for your perfume, air freshener, dry shampoo, anything you can spray to cover up the smell of your throw up, but you couldn't find anything. So you hesitantly clean your hands and leave the bathroom with the overwhelming smell of vomit filling it.

"Hey, love." You mumble, sitting down next to him on the couch, your voice shaky. "..(Name), don't lie to me. I know what you were doing." He mumbles, placing his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You blink back tears as you push your face into his chest. "Im sorry.. I'm so so sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I didn't.." you choke out, sniffling.

"Don't apologize to me, dear. I'm not mad, or even upset. Just.. concerned. You told me you would stop." His voice sounded sympathetic, something you weren't used to with him. The smell of cigarette smoke hung on your jacket, a scent you had grown to love and found comforting since meeting him. The way his lanky, boney, ring covered fingers glided through your hair, his soft voice, it all comforted you, it all told you it was okay to cry.

His heart ached at the little gasps and sniffles and whimpers you let out whilst sobbing into his chest. It made him want to start bawling with you, but of course he wouldn't. He could never appear weak to you. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Ryu- I just can't stop- I can't stop no matter how hard I try.." you sob, hands moving to cling onto the fabric of his shirt. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh baby.." he sighed. You didn't want to look up, you know he's looking down with pity. Pity you didn't want. "It's alright. I don't want you to cry, it's not your fault.. I understand- well, no, I don't. I don't understand, but I want to help you." Wrapping his arms around you, he leans into your head, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose.

That's where you two lay for the rest of your night, him whispering comforting words in your ears, giving you all the love you could ever ask for, something you'd never expect from a man like him.

Chuuya

- He notices within the first month of FRIENDSHIP

- The way you get up and scurry off to the bathroom after every meal you share, the guilt on your face after grabbing a third serving at the party you two are at, how quick you shove shit down your throat before tears well up in your eyes and you excuse yourself.. all of it.

- He definitely cares, but probably won't confront you about it till later on in the friendship if you're still having trouble

- He won't just send you a lousy "have you been eating properly?" Text either, he's gonna invite you over to his house making it known you two are gonna have a serious conversation, then sit you down in his living room then prod and probe till you admit it.

- If you're still struggling w/ it when you're dating/when you move in together (which you probably are bc eds are harsh) he'll be like Akutagawa and monitor everything you eat, just a little more stealthily

- He is not afraid to tell you to slow down if you seem to be overeating.. he takes the binging just as seriously as the purging.

Oneshot

You had awakened in the middle of the night with a need for food. Anything you could get your hands on you needed inside of you asap.

You quickly and carefully slipped out of his arms and out of bed, tip toeing to the kitchen and flicking the light on. The first thing you see is a brand new box of cereal you had bought today, Chuuya hadn't had it in awhile, it was his favorite as a kid and he seemed happy while buying it. Guilt tote through you when you ripped open the box and shuffled handfuls into your mouth, before discarding the half empty box on the ground.

You reached for the cake you two had made for your birthday last week, taking fistfuls with your bare hands and shoving the icing covered cake in your mouth.

After shoving everything in vicinity down your throat, you open the fridge to find a diet coke, or a regular, just anything with bubbles.. anything with carbonation to help you get this all up better. Anything. Your eyes land on an energy drink you had bought yesterday.. you were saving it for today, but in your eyes you needed it now.

You crack it open and glug it down, before looking at the mess you made on the floor. Empty boxes, half eaten cake, a carton of half eaten cookies, an empty bowl that was previously filled with salad, an empty milk carton.. you felt sick to your stomach. You needed this out of you now. Now.

You quietly tip toe to the bathroom, turning off the kitchen lights behind you and locking the door behind you, kneeling on the ground in front of the toilet. You hated doing this, you hated how gross you felt hovering over something where your ass went.. but you needed it gone. You couldn't gain weight.. you already felt so fat as it is no matter how much chuuya tried to convince you you're average.. you just couldn't believe it. Looking in the mirror all you could see was piles of fat.

You push the back of your toothbrush down your throat, gagging almost silently as the first few things came up. You recognized some chocolate, veggies, something.. red.. you didn't want to think about it too much as you shoved the toothbrush back down your throat. You watched as everything you ate came up opposite to the order you had it in.

Finally, you recognize barely chewed lumps of cereal fall into the toilet, and after you throw up stomach acid mixed with dark blood, you sigh, wipe your mouth and stand up, flushing the toilet, and clean yourself up.

Walking out of the bathroom, you see the kitchen lights on. Fuck. You could've sworn you turned those off.

Your ginger haired boyfriend turns the corner from the kitchen, looking you dead in the eyes with disappointment on his face. You wished you could just evaporate. "Love, what is this?" He sounded.. exasperated. Tired of you, tired of your illness, tired of having a girlfriend who can't just eat normally. You were tired of it too, but the Internet made recovery seem so much easier than it really was.

Tears flow out of your eyes as you wipe the remaining spit dribbling from your mouth away. "Did you throw up?" He sighs.. you can't tell if he's being sympathetic or if he's annoyed. Maybe both. All you can muster is a nod before you fall into his chest, letting out broken sobs and choking out apologies. From where you are you can glance into the kitchen, noticing he had cleaned up the little mess you made.

God, not only did he have to deal with such an emotional, disordered girlfriend.. he had to clean up after you too? You felt like such a terrible person, like you didn't deserve his love.

"Cmon, sweetie, let's go to bed. Let me tuck you in." He mutters sleepily. "Don't apologize.. don't apologize, it's not your fault. You know I'm not mad." His whispers comfort you and make you feel worse at the same time, you didn't understand it. "I'm not mad, just worried. I could never be mad at you." He speaks softly, nudging you towards the open door of your bedroom.

You whimper and sniffle as he tucks you into bed, before getting back in himself and wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans in, whispering sweet nothing's in your ear, tracing shapes in your hip, telling you you're beautiful and it'll all be okay until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Chuuya isn't there. He must've gone to work already. You see a small note on the bedside table next to you, and hesitantly pick it up to read its contents.

"Hey doll, I'm sorry I left for work before we could talk about this in-person, and I definitely have a plan to speak to you about it tonight. But I wanted to let you know I'm not mad at you, nor am I upset with you, I'm just concerned for your well-being and safety. I want to get you into some treatment program because I'm not trained in this, and I don't really know how to help. I know this isn't entirely about your weight or how your body looks, but baby believe me when I say you're beautiful. You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on and I am so lucky to have you. You are not 'too much' and your emotional baggage is not too much for me to carry. Even if it was, it's worth it for a girl as sweet and caring as you.

Love, Chuuya"

You hold the note close to your chest and push yourself backwards into bed, draping the covers over yourself and falling back asleep with his letter held close.

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riki-riks-chick · 5 months

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★ ENHYPEN Scenarios ★

★ Yn Reacting to a new Nickname ★

Heeseung:

"Hee, baby I'm home!" You walked into your shared apartment after a long day, slipping out od your shoes as Heeseung rounded the corner, leaning down to press a kiss to your head. "Hey, princess.. How was your day?"

"It was okay. How- wait.. What did you call me?" You look up at him, eyes wide as he smiles. "Princess.. Do you not like it?" He asks, his smile dropping when you start crying.

"Oh, baby.. I wouldn't have called you that if I knew you wouldn't like it.." He immediately hugged you, pressing kisses to your forehead as you pulled away, wiping your eyes.

"No.. I like it.. I just had a bad day and that made me feel a lot better.." You laughed, smiling as Heeseung leaned down to kiss you. "I'm glad I could make you feel better, princess.."

Jongseong:

Jay hadn't spoken to you all day. Once the night had fallen you got ready for bed, finally wanting to relax and fall asleep to rid your mind of the multiple thoughts that were running through your head.

To your surprise, he had walked in, roaming around the room for a few minutes before finally settling down beside you in bed.

You could basically feel him hesitating behind you before he finally reached over to caress your waist. "Honey.. I'm sorry for ignoring you all day.. I was upset over something dumb and I should've just spoke to you about it.."

You turned on your side to face him, your eyebrow raised. "I accept your apology, but did you just call me honey?" You ask as he shrugs. "Did I?" He asks as you nod. "Oh.. Well, I guess it suits you.. Do you mind it?"

"No.. I like it.. A lot."

Jaeyun:

"Babe, can you come here a sec?!" Jaeyun yells from the kitchen as you get up, walking into the brightly lit area. "What's up, Yun?" You asked as he sighed. "Babe.. I can't find the milk did you use the last of it?"

"No, you used it this morn- wait.. Babe?" You question with a chuckle as he nods, a pink color flushing across his cheeks. "I can call you that right?.. Or is it too early for pet names?.." He asks as you smile, kissing his cheek. "It's never too early.. I like it a lot.."

"So I can call you that?" He asks excitedly and you were sure that there was an imaginary tail wagging behind him. "Whatever makes you happy.. Now, how about a late night run to the store for snacks?"

"Let me grab my coat!"

Sunghoon:

"Sunghoon! Hoon, can you come here!?" You had yelled for Sunghoon at least five times now, simply wanting his aid in reaching your favorite mug.

You decided to try and get it yourself, slowly pulling it towards the edge and accidentally knocking down another. Your reflexes were slow, so instead you decided to sheild yourself, waiting for the impact of the mug that seemed to never hit you.

You finally glanced up, looking at Sunghoon who had caught the mug. "My love, you need to be more careful.." He set the mug down, grabbing your favorite one as he kissed your head. "Are you okay?"

You froze, processing his prior sentence as you glanced up at him. "My love? Is that what you're calling me?" You asked as he nodded. "Are you not my love?.."

"I guess I am now.." You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips as he hums in content. "Good.."

Seonwoo:

Seonwoo had finally gotten home after a tiring day of recording, and when you didn't greet him at the door like usual, he was worried.

"Y/n!? Where are you?" He quickly took his shoes off, roaming around the apartment until he finally found you in bed, buried underneath the covers.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the covers off of your head. "What's the matter, sweetheart?.." He rubbed your back softly, pushing your hair out of your face. You groaned, turning over to face him. "I don't feel so good..."

"Don't worry.. I'll take care of you, sweetheart.." He smiled, kissing your forehead as he hugged you. "I like it when you call me sweetheart.." You mumbled as he chuckled.

"Then I'll be sure to use it more often.."

Jungwon:

"Y/n!? Have you seen my favorite hoodie?!" Jungwon yelled out as you walked into your shared bedroom, wearing said hoodie. "Is this the one?.." You asked as he nodded. "You can't keep stealing my hoodies, cutie.."

"Cutie? That's new.." You say with a smile as he nods. "You are a cutie though... Might as well call you one." He says, hugging you as you smile. "Do you want your hoodie back?.."

"No.. It looks cuter on a cutie like you.."

Riki:

"Are you ready to go, Riki!?" You yelled, walking into the bedroom where Riki was taking forever to finish getting ready. "Shortcake, give me five more minutes and we'll go.. I promise."

"Riki~ wait-.. Shortcake?.." You asked as he laughed. "It's better than Shorty right?.. And you said you used to like Strawberry Shortcake as a kid." He explained as you smiled. "Okay, okay. I get it."

"Do you not like it?.." He asked, his face lighting up with a smile when you nod. "I like it... It's cute.."

"Then can I call you that more often?.." He asked as you nodded, gaining a kiss in response. "Okay I'm ready, let's go."

#enhypen imagines #enhypen #enha reactions #enhypen scenarios #enha x reader #enha imagines #fluff #enha fluff #heeseung enha #jungwon enhypen #jay enhypen #jake enhypen #sunghoon enhypen #sunoo enhypen #niki enhypen

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sidekick-hero · 8 months

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It's a quiet Sunday afternoon in late May, the sun streaming in through the living room windows and bathing them in its warm light.

His head is in Eddie's lap and Eddie's fingers are running through his hair in that soothing way that makes Steve feel closer to sleep than awake. Everything is soft and hazy, like a dream he never wants to wake up from.

Everything could be perfect.

Everything is perfect, really.

Everything except the voice in his head. It speaks in different tongues to better disguise itself, making it harder for Steve to get rid of it.

Sometimes it sounds like his grandfather telling him to go somewhere else to eat like a goddamn pig when Steve ate his chicken legs with his hand and got grease on himself.

Other times it's his mom telling the neighbor that Steve wasn't the brightest kid, but at least he was good at sports.

Often it is his father's voice asking him why he is such a disappointment.

On his bad days, it is Nancy's voice reminding him that his love is bullshit, that he is bullshit.

Eddie helps. Most days he makes the voices go away, or at least helps him quiet them.

But not today.

Today Steve woke up to a bad day.

That's why they canceled their plans to go to the Hopper-Byers' for a family picnic and decided to spend their Sunday on the couch instead, just the two of them.

That's why Steve is biting back the questions he's been dying to ask for hours. It's too much to ask, too raw, too needy. It would be like cutting himself open and showing Eddie the emptiness inside where a real person should be.

That's why he breaks so easily when Eddie looks down at him with a soft, adoring smile on his face and kisses the tip of Steve's nose.

Just like that. Like it's nothing. Like it's everything.

Like it's love.

"Why?" It bursts out of him like hot magma from an erupting volcano, spilling out of his mouth and leaving scorched earth in its wake.

Brown eyes widen in surprise, clearly not expecting a natural disaster in their living room.

"Why what, Stevie?" He asks, his fingers stopping their soothing ministrations, and Steve begins a tally of the casualties. That's one.

"Why are you doing this?" Steve demands, unable to contain the outburst. "Treating me like... like I'm something worth treating with so much care and gentleness? You canceled the picnic today like it's no big deal, but I know how excited you've been all week about your little campaign with the kids. Just because I'm too weak to handle a bad day. Why are you not angry? Why... why...?"

Why are you still here?

He can't say it, can't ask it, too afraid of the answer.

But Eddie hears it anyway, can see through Steve and his bullshit as if he were made of glass.

"Because I love you, Steve."

Steve hates that it sounds so simple when Eddie says it like that.

"But why?"

Steve scrambles into an upright position, can't bear to have this conversation lying down. He needs to be able to run and hide, to get away so he can lick his wounds.

Some of these thoughts must show on his face, or maybe it's just the way Eddie has learned to read him like an open book. Those dark chocolate eyes Steve loves to get lost in go impossibly soft as they take him in, and Eddie's calloused hands are so, so gentle as they grip Steve's own, as if Eddie is afraid he'll break him with one wrong move.

"There is no why, Stevie. I love you because I have to. Because there is no other way to exist in a world with you in it. No why, any more than there's a reason your hair does that floppy thing no matter how hard you try to tame it. Or why a gaggle of middle schoolers imprinted on you like ducklings, so now we're co-parenting them."

Eddie brings both of Steve's hands to his mouth and kisses them reverently before placing them on his own cheeks, silently asking Steve to hold him.

And Steve does, as if Eddie is the most precious thing he's ever held in his hands.

"Some days I felt like I wasn't even real, you know? Like I was imaginary, and if people stopped believing I was real, I would just disappear. So I invented myself every day so other people wouldn't have to. It was like who I really was was secondary to what I wanted everyone else to see. But not you. You saw me. You knew me, from the beginning. I can't really explain it any better than that. You make me real. And I love you. And there is no why, only a how. I love you like you're real too."

The voices in his head do not magically disappear, but when Steve kisses Eddie, he begins to feel like a real person, too.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddielovemonth #day 5 #love is being seen and known #my writing

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darkbluekies · 2 years

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I read your Edmund shot where he proposed to her and I was thinking about the part where he threatened us. What if we asked him if he had laid with a woman before and that dictated our answer. Like if he had laid with a woman before we would choose death but if he hadn’t then sure.

Alternative ending

Yandere!king x fem reader

Summary: you don't accept the kings propsal

Warnings: death, guns, blood, talking about sleeping with women, blood, massacre, threat, obsession

THE FULL ORIGINAL ONESHOT

Spinoff

“Marry me, my lady”, he says. “I don’t want to live another day without you. Be mine. Please. I’ve gotten rid of all the competition. I will never look at anyone else besides you. I got rid of them all.”

You can’t find any words. Your brain has stopped working completely. Not a single sound leaves your mouth when you open it.

“If you don’t say ‘I do’, you will be shot”, the king says warningly, dark eyes looking directly at hers. “If I can’t have you, no one can. It’s you and I or no one.”

“Y-Your majesty”, you sob. “Please … please don’t …”

“Say it.”

“I-I … I can’t …”

“Y/N, tell me you’ll be my queen, tell me that you’ll stay with me forever … or end up like all the others.” He caresses your wet cheek and you flinch away from his hands. They may not have physical blood on them, but you know that they’re covered. “Don’t be a stupid girl now, darling. You know you don’t want to die. Accept the ring. Accept my love.”

You give the pile of bodies a gaze. That is not how you want to end up. But the king has gone insane … you can’t accept that either. You know what they say around the kingdom. He sleeps with any lady he's come across. You'd rather die than marry that kind of man.

“Y/N …”, the king says. “I’m losing patience.”

"I-I don't want to marry a ladies man …"

He's taken back by your sudden requirement.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"E-Everyone says that you've slept with a load of women … h-have you?"

The king gulps and shakes his head. It wouldn't matter if he lied, right? The women he's been to bed with is in the pile, and you'll never have to worry about them. Ever.

But you can see right through it.

"You're lying …"

"But, darling, they don't mean anything!" He gestures towards the messy dance floor. "They're all lying there! You're the only one I want!"

"I don't want to marry you then …"

He goes white with realization. "Y-You're really going to choose death?"

You nod as tears run down your cheeks. The king shakes his head. He can't.

"Please kill me …", you whisper.

"Don't be stupid."

You turn to the guards and hold up your hands, surrendering.

"Don't!" the king exclaims.

He runs over to one of the guards and grabs his weapon. With burning eyes, he walks back to you.

"If anyone's going to do it, it's going to be me", he says, now sounding determined but his hands are shaking. "One last chance to change your mind."

You shake your head. The king nods, gulping.

“I’m sorry, my love”, he says.

He seems to have trouble firing off. His finger rests over the trigger and for a second, you think that he’s going to have mercy on you, but then he fires off. He breathes out shakily and watches how your body falls to the floor. What has he done?

“Y-Y/N …”

He bends down and holds your dead body in his arms as he sobs. Why couldn’t you just have accepted him? He would have kept you safe and never let anything bad happen to you! His past doesn’t matter!

The king makes sure that you get the most beautiful funeral anyone in the kingdom has ever gotten. He visits your grave everyday to tell you what he’s done and what’s going on in his life. He promises you never to marry anyone else than you. He’s going to die alone, die by your side.

#yandere #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere fics #yandere stories #yandere ocs #yandere oc x you #king yandere #edmund oc

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weird-is-life · 8 months

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My saviour

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Peter saves you from guy, that keeps bothering you at a party

Warnings: use of y/n, mentions of alcohol, creep not taking a no for an answer, harassment...., mentions of partying, swear words

Words: 1k

You thought, that going to your first university party to a local club with your roommates would be a good idea. But being here now, shows you, that it really wasn't.

Your roommates have disappeared out of your sight and you can't seem to find them, no matter how hard you try.

And believe me, you try hard. Because there's this drunk guy following you around and no matter how you hard you try to get rid of him, he seems to not understand that you're not interested.

You start panicking. The creep is still a few steps behind you and you don't know what to do. You stop for a second, contemplating on whether you should just start screaming or just run away.

Your train of panicking thoughts gets interrupted, when a hand wraps around your wrist. It's a soft, a little calloused hand that holds your wrist gently. Still, you flinch hard and panic even more, thinking the creep is the one holding you.

You're wrong, fortunately.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, it's okay, yeah? Just play along, okay?" The guy, or more like a boy your age holding your hand, whispers quickly to your ear.

You don't even have the time to respond or to get a better look at the boy, you just nod and swallow the lump in your throat, as the creep nears you.

The boy pulls you closer to him, putting his body in front of you.

"Can I help you?" the boy sternly snarls at the creep.

"No, I just want to talk to the chick behind you, so fuck off," the creep says back, words slurring from the alcohol.

"Oh, you mean my girlfriend?" the boy says, squeezing your hand in reassurance and you almost choke as he says it, you weren't expecting it.

"Your girlfriend? You're kidding right?" the creep chuckles dryly, clearly not believing a word the boy says.

"No, not kidding," even if you can't see the boy's face, you are 100 percent sure, that his glare must be deadly, " so you should fuck off, got it?"

When the creep doesn't immediately run away, the boy adds," get lost or I'll make you." Finally the creep gets some sense into his stupid head, when he understands, that he wouldn't stand a chance against the boy towering over him.

"Whatever," the creep mutters, turning around he starts to leave, swaying from one leg to another, drunkenly.

"Fucking dickhead," you hear the boy mutter under his breath angrily.

But as soon as he turns to look at you, there are no traces of anger on his face as he smiles softly at you.

"Sorry," he tells you," are you okay?"

You finally can get a better look at him and god, to say he's very good-looking would be an understatement. You think, he might be the cutest guy you've ever seen.

"I-I-I....I'm okay, " you let out a big sigh of relief, " thank you so so much. I didn't know what to do."

"Don't thank me, everybody would do the same," definitely not everybody, but you don't tell him that. You just give him a shy smile, you're still trying to calm your racing heart.

He kindly smiles back at you," are you sure, you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Just a little shaken up, I guess, " you confess, fiddling with the sleeve of your t-shirt.

"Do you want me to call you somebody?" You shake your head as a no.

"Really?" he asks, trying to make sure, you're really okay.

"Yes, really. My roommates are here somewhere," you look around nervously, obviously they are still nowhere to be found and you don't feel like staying here alone again.

He can see your nervousness, he would be kind of bad at his job, if he didn't notice little things like this.

So he ask you sheepishly and too nicely, "would like to get a drink with me?" He blurts it out, but when he realises how it sounds. Like he's trying to take an advantage of the fact, that you should thank him for saving you in some way, which you definitely shouldn't. He would never, ever want you to be thankful for something like this.

"I'm sorry, I mean, just like to get a soda or something, just until we find your friends." Oh. He's definitely too nice, he's willing to stay with you however long you need, even if you've never seen each other before, just because you're anxious and worried.

"Y-you don't need too...." you mumble, you don't want to bother him any more. Even if you'd really like him to stay with you.

"I don't mind, like at all," he gives you another one of his soft, kind smiles, that has you nodding bashfully with a smile of your own.

"Okay, great. C'mon, I'll find us something, that hasn't been spiked with an alcohol yet," he chuckles, " Oh and I'm Peter by the way."

"I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you, Peter," you tell him. And Peter's sure, he's fucked, the minute his name leaves your mouth.

When you eventually find your roommates, you are sad to say goodbye to Peter. You exchange numbers, with Peter's promise of texting you.

Which he keeps, he texts straight away. The minute you get into the taxi to head home, your phone vibrates with a new notification. You smile stupidly at it for the rest of the ride home.

Peter, totally on accident (not really), bumps into the creep as he swings home, fully dressed in him Spiderman suit.

And he maybe, but only maybe, threatens the guy, saying, if he ever again bothered any girl or anybody else at all, the Spiderman would find him and he would make sure, that the guy would rot in a prison cell for a long, long time.

And Peter did it with a pleased, menacing smile, even if he knew, that the guy wouldn't even remember it in the morning......

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foxythepiratefan123 · 9 months

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It’s not a want it’s a NEED he’s so fine 🙇🏾‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️

──☆*:・ﾟ✿｡ｏ♡ ──☆*:・ﾟ✿

Something you always loved about Kuro was that he was such a gentleman. He always made sure to treat you the way you deserved, making sure you knew that you were loved and appreciated. Kuro’s love was absolutely spellbinding. Being with him felt like you were transported to a five-star hotel, where you were pampered all day. He showered you in so much love, you had no room to even question whether he really liked you or not.

You noticed a little something that Kuro did when you were about to walk through a door. He always held the door open for you. But the thing is he didn't do it just to you, he did it to all females whom he saw were about to walk through a door. Little girls, teenagers, elderly ladies it didn't matter to Kuro. He’d immediately rush to the door to open it for whoever lady who was lucky enough to come across him. And you wanna know what the icing on the cake was? He always did it with a smile. He wasn't like other guys who would feel like they were forced to do it, no not Kuro, he did it with a smile. As if it was a hobby of some sort. And that made your heart melt.

The elderly ladies would always smile at him and pinch his cheek saying I never see many young men like you these days! While digging in their purse for whatever old lady candies they had in there. Then they’d turn to you with a wink and a sly expression, telling you your a very lucky young lady! He's a keeper. You would never get used to what they would say and would smile nervously while saying thank you but deep down inside you had been thinking: what would life married to Kuro be like? Shaking your head you attempted to get rid of the thought. It's far too early to think about marriage! But maybe not. You and Kuro had been together for a while so why not? Meanwhile, Kuro had heard everything the woman said before she walked away, and your face was so amusing how could he not tease you a bit? Leaning down, Kuro snaps you out of your thoughts “I don't think I mind spending the rest of my life with you, [name]~” he says teasingly while whispering in your ear. You gently pushed him back while scolding him for teasing you and sneaking up on you. His laugh rings through your ears like bells. “How could I resist?” he says with a smirk on his face. “It's just so fun to tease you” Taking your hand in his, he leads you to the front of the restaurant before opening the door for you. You looked at him before huffing and walking through the doors. “Hmph!” Kuro chuckles at your faux annoyance. You were definitely interesting.

Kuro holds doors open for you to not only show that he’s a gentleman, but also show you he loves you. Even though it’s as simple as holding your bags or helping you down a set of stairs while you wear heels. He does it with so much love because he loves you and only you.

And yeah, he might get on your nerves by putting his cold, icy hands up your shirt while you're cozy and warm in your bed, and yeah he might annoy you with his endless teasing, but you realize that maybe he's not so bad when he holds the door open to your shared house after your wedding night. Maybe he's not so bad when he leans down in his perfectly tailored tux, to give you a passionate kiss filled with so much love you think you'll get cavities. He wraps his hand around your waist which is dressed in your beautiful wedding gown, and pulls you closer to him. His touch feels almost magnetic and you can't help but get shivers down your spine when you feel it.

Yeah, he's definitely a keeper.

a/n:

Woah Im back 🫢

reblogs are appreciated!

#kuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x black reader #haikyu x reader

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margotw10bis · 9 months

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Pretty Baby. KNJ [m]

sugardaddy!namjoon x sugarbaby!reader

Genre: smut; short-story

Words: 5.3k

Synopsis: Namjoon is your sugar daddy. However, you can't deny how your heart is jumping in your chest when he calls you his "pretty baby"…

Warnings: rough sex; unprotected sex; gagging; spanking; oral sex (m. & f. receiving); Namjoon is huge 😳; he loves ass; use of "daddy"

1 → 2 → 3 (Bonus : Memories ; Doubts & Possibilities)

You wake up in an empty bed, still naked from the night before. You stretch to get rid off the sleep and you hear some fainted noises coming from the kitchen and living area. That means that Namjoon hasn't left yet. You jump on your feet and run towards him.

He is putting his shoes on. He looks so damn hot with his light cream suit and white shirt — even though you prefer him with nothing on. His shoulders are so large, you're pretty sure his clothes are tailor-made.

However, you don't have time to admire him and you jump into his arms. Feeling all the fabrics on your naked skin and having Namjoon hugging you with his strong big arms is delightful. You look even smaller like that. You secure your arms around his neck to pull him closer and you kiss him. At first gently but you get rougher. Namjoon groans in your mouth and it echoes right between your legs. You start grinding on his crotch as much as you can.

"Last night wasn't enough?" He asks with a smirk as he harshly slaps your ass as you like

"You know it's never enough"

It's true. Not only the sex, but everything. You can't enough of Namjoon but you know you can't say it. That's why you always try to have sex with him, it's your way to confess your love. Namjoon is not stupid, he probably reads right through you but how can he deny a hot girl wanting to fuck?

Namjoon squeezes your ass with his large palms and you moan. Fuck, you love feeling him so much, no matter the way. Seeing you that desperate makes Namjoon's cock harder. He grabs your hair and pulls you on your knees without holding back his strength. You like when he is rough. The hardness and coldness of the marble floor against your knees contrast with the wet fire coming from your pussy. You would like to grind on the floor to have some friction but all you can think about it the bulge in Namjoon's pants right in front of your face.

Your hands unbelt and unzip his suit trousers. Your mouth waters as you get to see his hard and huge cock in his underwear — the biggest one you have ever seen and it's delightful. You waste no time and pull his length out of its hideout. It stands straight and proud and fuck, you want to feel it. You stick your tongue out, ready to lick a fat strap all the way from the base to the tip but Namjoon pulls on your hair to prevent you from doing it.

"Beg" He orders with a deep voice that you know well

An instant wave of arousal washes over you and your pussy is so wet that you are pretty sure there will be stains dripping on the floor. Fuck, he is so dirty and hot, dominating. He is so damn perfect.

"Please, daddy, let me suck your cock. I want to taste it so bad" You implore

"Good girl" Namjoon praises as he uses your hair again to pull you closer

You get to finally put your tongue on his hard cock and the velvet of his skin makes you close your eyes in delight. You tease his tip, rolling your tongue around it and kissing it. You spit on his dick to help your hand sliding up and down while you suck on his balls. Sloppy sounds fill your flat entrance and you know Namjoon loves it. He loves messy blowjobs and you love giving them to him. You lift your head up to finally take his cock into your mouth. The wetness and the warmest of it drives Namjoon crazy. He loves how you suck him off, your tongue rolling around and your cheeks hollowing. He groans and grabs your hair tighter. It could hurt if it didn't make you hornier.

Namjoon takes control and holds you still by your hair. He starts moving his hips to fuck your mouth that you open wider to ease the access. He fucks deep and hard, hitting the back of your throat. You choke and gag but Namjoon's praises make it worth it.

"My little girl loves when I fuck her throat, uh?" He asks with a smirk even though he knows you can't answer

You start running low on oxygen and you tap Namjoon's thighs. He pulls out of your mouth, a line of saliva still connects your mouth and his cock, and you inhale heavily. That makes him laugh and he mocks you:

"Is my cock too big for your little mouth?"

He perfectly knows the answer so he doesn't wait for any respond and shoves his length back into you mouth. Your eyes water as he keeps hitting the sweet spot of your throat. The sounds coming from your mouth drooling around his dick are loud and fucking hot. Some saliva escapes your lips, runs down his length and balls to continue their journey to your chest. This is a real messy blowjob and you love it. But not as much as Namjoon. He is seeing your pretty face destroyed by his cock and the way your eyes are full with tears. Your shiny breasts from saliva are a sin. He wouldn't hesitate to go to hell for that anyway.

He wishes he had time but he has to go to work. However, you have been such a good girl, you deserve a reward. He pulls out of your mouth, leaving you with messy lips and chin and makes you stand up again. He kisses you before pushing you against the nearest wall, chest against it.

Namjoon smirks when he sees the bruises he left on your hips and ass the night before. You arch you back so he can see your glistening pussy. You can feel some of your juices running down your inner thighs. You are not the only one to notice it: Namjoon's eyes darken at the sight of it. Fuck, he loves how your body reacts to his touch. You're such a precious baby and he would like to keep you all for himself. He has already planned to buy you a diamond neckline for the perfect blowjob but now he is thinking about adding some matching earrings to reward your pretty pussy.

He slaps your right asscheek so hard that you jolt. He caresses the reddened skin to soothe the pain.

"You have such a pretty ass. I can't wait to fuck it" Namjoon whispers, more to himself than to you

You whine and jiggle it, making Namjoon's cock twitch. Namjoon is an ass guy, especially in front of your amazing one.

"Please, daddy" You moan as your pussy painfully clenches around nothing

You need him to fill you. You know your pussy is still swollen and sensitive from the past night but you are way too in love with his fat dick to care about it.

"Pretty baby" Namjoon growls as he slowly enters you

"Fuck!" You exclaim

The stretch is painful and delightful. Your legs immediately shake and Namjoon has to secure you with an arm wrapped around your waist. Your eyes shut down and you loudly moan his name. He starts pumping you at a fast pace. He gives you hard dick strokes, slapping your ass with his covered abs. Your hand grabs his forearm around your frame and your nails dig into the fabric of his expensive suit. He quickens his pace, making your eyes roll back by pleasure. You wonder how you're not open in half already.

"Your cock feels so good" You manage to say with a choked voice

Namjoon has never confessed that he loves when you praise him. He loves when you say how good he makes you feel. Surely, he knows — you cum hard every time — but he still wants you to say it out loud. It makes him proud. Your little compliment makes Namjoon dive his face into your neck. He bites your thin skin and he feels your pussy clenching. He presses you harder against the wall to pound you deeper.

Your legs shake even more as you start to get tired of standing on your tiptoes — you have no choice since Namjoon is way taller than you. You throw your head back to rest on his shoulder, your free hand holding you thanks to the wall. That gives more space for Namjoon to kiss your neck. He smiles against the new and the other fainted hickeys he has provided you multiple times. Even though he won't admit it, deep down, he knows he marks you to keep another men away from you. Only if he knew that he is the only one you want...

"Faster" You beg as you feel your orgasm close

Namjoon obeys and slaps the side of your ass, tightening your pussy even more around his cock.

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight" He growls in your ear

His deep voice mixed with his harsh poundings drive you to the edge. You cum screaming his name. You shake so much that Namjoon doesn't have any other choices than to stop his sliding even though he stays deep into your cunt.

"Can you make daddy cum?" Namjoon asks you when your breathe gets a little steadier

You nod, your hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. You are exhausted but you really want Namjoon to cum too. Actually, you love when he cums, especially if it's because of you.

Namjoon retakes his poundings, even harder than before. He doesn't have much time left and he is already late for work. His rough moves bring tears to your eyes. He is way too lost in his own lust to notice that his fingers rubbing your swollen clit are too much for you.

"Too-too much, daddy" You whine

"My baby can take it" He replies, even if he slightly slows the pace of his rubbing fingers

Your pussy clenches again due to the overstimulation and you know you're close again. Fuck, this is too much, your wonder how you will make it out alive. You can feel Namjoon's huge cock inside you and it's hitting the right place over and over again. You whine, moan, scream, all the same time. Your brain is completely disconnected and all you can feel is him. His cock, his hands, his breathe, his mouth. You're close to your orgasm but also to say you love him.

"I gonna cum" You finally say and Namjoon nods in your neck

"Cum for daddy"

That's enough for you to let go. You crumble into Namjoon's chest as your orgasm washes over you. You have no energy left in your body but Namjoon is close to release too. He grabs your ass and squeezes it.

"My perfect girl" He groans and it makes you blush, you wish you were

He pounds into your cunt a couple of times before you can feel shots of hot and thick cum inside you. Namjoon rests his head on your shoulder as he catches his breathe. He caresses your stomach and kisses your neck. You love how tender he is after fucking you so roughly. His duality is perfect. Fuck, you love him so much that you could cry right now.

"It was really good" You whisper as you gently rub his arm with the tip of your fingers

"You make it easy, baby" Namjoon chuckles in your ears and it's the most beautiful sound in the whole universe

He pulls out of your pussy and you wince at the emptiness. Namjoon looks at this pants to check if he needs to change. Thankfully the mess is between your legs so he doesn't waste time and buckle up his trousers. He tries to fix his hair but he actually does the opposite. You laugh as you witness it and go save him. You run your fingers through his soft blond hair.

"Here you go" You announce when you're done

Namjoon is so handsome. You get jealous when you think about all the women who will hit on him during the day.

"Thanks, babe" He says before kissing you "I have to go. I text you soon"

With that, he steps out your place — the place he actually bought for you — and leaves you in the entrance, naked and ruined, both by his dick and by the feelings growing inside you.

————

"Why don't you confess your feelings?" Jimin, your best friend, asks you

He is the only one knowing about all the sugar daddy/baby thing between Namjoon and you. It's not like you're ashamed of it but people tend to easily judge and you have no doubt that they will see you as a prostitute. Jimin, on the other hand, never judges people. He is way too sweet for that.

"It's not that simple. There is a contract" You sigh "I'm not the only sugar baby. Namjoon told me once that one of them said she was in love with him and he cut all the ties. I don't want it to happen. I rather have a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship than nothing at all"

"But you're hurting" Jimin adds, worried about you

"It doesn't matter"

"Yes, it does, Y/N"

You sigh again. You don't know what to say. Maybe it's stupid to shut your mouth out of fear but you can't risk loosing him. Yes, it hurts like hell knowing that Namjoon has other sugar babies. Yet, you feel so good in his arms. Just for one night, it's worth all the pain. Perhaps some people would say you're pathetic and stomp on all the feminist fights but you don't see it that way. Namjoon does care about you. And you care about him. So what's wrong about being paid for doing something you like with someone you love? It's better than having to do a job you hate and barely making a living out of it.

Your phone notifies you have received a text. Your heart skips a beat when you see Namjoon's name on your cellphone. 'Hi, baby. How are you? I left some documents at your place yesterday. Could you bring them to my office please? Otherwise, I'll ask some of my employees'. A big smile brightens your face. You will never miss the opportunity to see Namjoon. You text him back that you'll bring him the documents in thirty minutes.

You leave Jimin to run to your place. You make sure you don't forget anything and head to Namjoon's office. You only went there once, about nine months ago. It was at the beginning of your relationship. You were curious about his work and wondered how he could have so much money — he bought you a fucking apartment in downtown Seoul for god's sake! You understood quickly when you saw Namjoon's last name on the building: he inherited the company from his dad and was now the CEO.

The main reason why he chose to have sugar babies rather than a normal relationship with a girlfriend is that he doesn't have time to date. He doesn't have time to provide the affection his girlfriend would need. However, he still wants to have sex and not only with random girls. He wants to build some kind of connection with someone. Having sugar babies was the best option: he has sex with hot girls, knows them, appreciates them and he can take care of them.

"Hi, I have some documents to give to Mr. Kim" You say to the receptionist

She looks at you, quite surprised. You surely don't look like an employee or a business partner with your light pink sundress. She calls Namjoon's assistant to check if you're lying but when his assistant confirms you are actually expected, she mentions you the way to the elevators and the floor you need to reach. You thank her and follow her instructions. Soon enough, you step in the twenty-sixth floor. You look around, not knowing if you should head to the right or to the left. Thankfully, Namjoon's assistant comes to the rescue.

He is almost as tall as Namjoon but their physics are quite the opposite. While Namjoon is brawny, his assistant is quite slim. The brown hair and the delicate features of his face make him look like a prince.

"Hi, you must be Y/N" He welcomes you with a deep and warm voice

You nod, blushing under his perfect smile. Fuck, he is hot.

"Follow me, Mr. Kim is waiting for you"

You nod again, your throat dry. You didn't expect Namjoon to have such a handsome assistant. Actually, you thought he would hire a hot chick so he could ogle at her all day long. Would you say you're relieved? But that doesn't mean he doesn't ogle at other hot employees.

The assistant knocks on his boss's office door and opens it for you. You enter and meet a devilishly sexy Namjoon. When he wears a simple black suit with a black tie and a white buttoned up shirt, your legs get weak. He lifts up his head and gives you his dimple smile that makes your heart melt. He is like the brightest star in the sky.

He waits for his assistant to close the door and walks to you. He kisses you deeply and even if he has just fucked you yesterday against the wall — and you still feel swollen —, you missed his lips. You missed him.

"Hi, pretty baby" He whispers against your lips

Fuck, he will kill you. His sweetness is dangerous for your sake.

"I brought you the documents. Hope I didn't forget anything"

Namjoon runs through the papers you hand him.

"No, it's perfect" He says

He takes the time to look at you. He frowns when he notices how pretty you are in that dress he didn't buy you. He loves buying you things, and he loves even more when you wear them. So is it a new dress? He is quite surprised, he knows you don't like shopping.

"New dress?" He can't hold his curiousness

"It's a gift from Jimin"

Namjoon's jaws clench. He met your best friend about three months ago for your birthday. The guy was quite nice but Namjoon didn't like how often he was touching you: giving you hugs, wrapping your shoulders with his arms or kissing your cheeks. And now he is buying you clothes? It is supposed to be Namjoon's thing. He is your sugar daddy.

"Nice" He says between gritted teeth

You chuckle at his reaction. You never thought you'd see him jealous. Only if you knew how much possessive he is... You wrap your hands in the back of his neck, caressing the end of his locks. The softness of your gesture relaxes Namjoon's features. He puts his hands on your ass, squeezing and patting it. He can even feel your panties through the thin fabric of the dress. He can also feel his cock slowly hardening.

"Do you have time for lunch?" You ask with hope

To be honest, it's pretty rare when you two go out. Most of the time, when you are together, you have sex at your place. Oddly enough, now that you think about it, you have never seen Namjoon's apartment.

Namjoon sighs.

"Unfortunately no. I have too many things to do. I'm not even sure I have time to eat"

You eyebrows furrow. You don't like when he is not taking care of his health while he always makes sure you do.

"Do you want me to bring you some food?" You propose

Namjoon smiles before kissing you again. 'Cute' He thinks. He has always loved how caring you are. He can clearly see the difference between you and his other sugar babies: you care about him, not really his money. Sometimes he even wonders why you have accepted to be his sugar baby in the first place if you don't care about money — not that he's complaining. However, it makes him want to spoil you even more.

"It's okay, don't worry about me" He answers

He grabs your hand and walks towards his chair. He sits down and pulls you down with him to make you sit on his lap. He kisses your perfect lips before going down to your neck. He should mark you again to keep your friend away. He sucks on your sensitive skin and you pull on his hair. You bite your lower lip to mutter your moans.

"The only thing I would like to have for lunch is your pretty pussy" He teases in your ear

Your cheeks redden at the scandalous idea of spreading your legs in Namjoon's office. He drives you so crazy that you could agree to anything to please him.

"You can" You say despite your choked throat

He hums against your neck. He lifts you up so you can lie down on his desk. He still is sitting on his chair. He can see lust in your eyes and he loves it. You open your legs for him and your dress slides to rest on your lower tummy. Namjoon has a clear view on your soaked panties, the last barrier to access your pussy. He gets closer, putting his face right between your legs. You feel his heat on your covered pussy. He hardly sniffs you, smelling your arousal. You grow embarrassed and cover your red cheeks with your hands. Your shyness makes Namjoon smiles: you are ready to be eaten out in his office but you are still embarrassed of him smelling you.

"You have to be quiet, you don't want daddy to have trouble for making you cum at work, do you?"

How can he say something so sinful so casually? The fact that he's shameless makes you clench around nothing. You want him. Now. You don't care someone could come in and see you like that. You only care about Namjoon.

"Yes, daddy"

Namjoon is satisfied with your answer and slides your panties down your legs. He smirks at your shiny cunt full of juices. He steals your panties and hides them in his suit pocket. He will need them tonight when he will jerk himself off thinking about you.

Namjoon kisses your clit and your legs shiver. You didn't think you were still so sensitive. To be honest, you didn't rest so much after the two rounds of hard poundings offered by Namjoon during the previous two days. Maybe he doesn't care or maybe he just loves ruining you, but he doesn't go gently on your swollen pussy. He licks you with strength, taking fat straps from your dripping entrance to your sensitive bud to savour your sweet taste. You mutter your moans with your hand and the other one grabs his hair. You tug so hard on it that Namjoon groans against your pussy.

"Fuck, daddy" You moan

Namjoon settles his tongue on your clit, rolling and sucking on it, while he enters you with two fingers. You gasp. Fuck, you're so tight that two digits stretch you out.

"I love how tight your pussy is" Namjoon whispers

He presses his fingers against your g-spot, pulling in and out at a quick pace. Wet squishy noises are created by his fingers in your cunt. You get more and more messed up by his touch. He sucks harder on your clit, making your back arch to feel him more.

"Can my baby take another one?" He asks

"I can't, it's already too much" You confess but Namjoon pushes your limits, sliding another finger in you "Oh my fucking god!" you exclaim

Namjoon smirks, seeing that you actually love how he opens your tight pussy with his digits. Some of your arousal escape from your cunt and roll down to your ass. It even stains his desk. He leaves your clit to bite into the flesh of your inner thighs. Your head rolls back under the pleasure. You can feel how close you are to cum. Namjoon feels it too with the way your walls tighten around his fingers. You're a mess on his desk with your legs wide open while he is pounding you with his fingers. And fuck, he loves it. His precious baby.

"Come on, cum on daddy's fingers" Namjoon spurs as he dives back onto your clit

You do, trying to not scream his name. You see white spots everywhere because of your strong orgasm. Your whole body shakes. Namjoon loves how hard you cum, quivering at every single orgasm he provides you.

"You did great, baby" He praises as he gently kisses your thighs and pulls out of your pussy

You're out of breath, your brain still in the fog of your sexual high. Namjoon takes some tissues on his desk to clean you up, making your shiver. You are really sensitive now. For your sake, you should wait a few days before having sex again.

Namjoon helps you to get on your feet and hugs you tight, kissing your forehead. Fuck, you love when he does that.

"Where are my panties?" You ask him

"I'm keeping them" He answers, nonchalantly

Your eyes widen. How are you supposed to go out without underwear? Especially wearing such a short dress.

"But I-"

You are cut off by a knock on Namjoon's door. He takes it as a opportunity to shut your protests and shouts a 'enter!'. His handsome assistant appears and you pray he didn't hear you just cum. Your cheeks redden and Namjoon can clearly imagine what's going on in your pretty head.

"You have a meeting in five minutes, sir" His assistant notifies him

"Thanks, Taehyung, I'll be there soon"

Taehyung — as you now know his name — nods and leaves as fast as he has appeared.

"I won't be able to see you for a while" Namjoon announces out of the blue

"Why?" You sound way more desperate than you wish

"I have a one week business trip"

"When do you leave?" Your heart squeezes when you think you won't be able to see him for a whole week

"Tomorrow"

What?! This soon? You thought he would have told you before. If he didn't forget his documents and you didn't have to bring them to him today, maybe he wouldn't even have told you. This harsh thought deeply hurts you. Because it reminds you that you are not his girlfriend. You're just his sugar baby and he doesn't have to tell you anything. The main purpose of your relationship is to have sex, nothing more. You tend to forget that when he holds you so gently. Jimin was right: you are hurting.

"Okay..." You manage to say but you can't look at him in the eyes while yours are filled with tears

"I'll call you as soon as I come back" Namjoon promises

He kisses you one last time and lets you step out of his office. You meet again with Taehyung. He smiles brightly at you and you are so high over heels about Namjoon that you don't even notice how beautiful Taehyung finds you. He obviously doesn't know what kind of relation you have with his boss and honestly, he doesn't care. You seem sweet and he would like to know you more.

"Do you want a ride?" Namjoon hears Taehyung saying as he is about to step out of his office too

Namjoon stops his track immediately. What the fuck? Is his assistant flirting with you? How many men he has to keep away from you? It would be way easier if every male was blind.

"Aren't you on the clock?" You asks with your so sweet voice that Namjoon hates right now

"Mr. Kim won't need me until an hour, I can drive you" Taehyung explains

Namjoon clenches his fist around the handle of his office door. Are you going to accept? Fuck, he doesn't like it. He shouldn't be like that while he is sleeping with other women but he can't control his feelings.

On your side, you are thinking about the fact you currently don't have any panties. You can't take the risk to flash someone in the street if there is a breeze so you shyly accept. Taehyung and Namjoon's hearts squeeze but not for the same reason. He swears, Namjoon could fire his assistant right now.

————

Ten days. Ten fucking days without having a word from Namjoon. He said he would call you when he comes back and it has already been two days. But nothing. You constantly keep your phone close in hope he will text you but he doesn't. You don't know what to do. Until you phone finally lightens with a notification. However, you grow disappointed when it's not from Namjoon but from your best friend: 'Hi, girl! Do you want to grab some drinks tonight? :)'

You think about it for a couple of minutes and then you realize that it won't do any good to stay at home crying over Namjoon ignoring you. That's why you accept Jimin's invitation even though you don't make any efforts on your outfit and stay in your black jeans and black oversized t-shirt to go to the bar.

You spot your friend easily, his hair color close to Namjoon's. You hate yourself for this thought. Grumpy and sad, you quickly order a strong cocktail.

"What's going on?" Jimin asks

"I don't want to talk about it" You honestly say

Jimin nods and tries to cheer you up with his last disastrous hook up storytime. You smile a little but you don't laugh as your friend wanted you to. However, you surprise him with the amount of alcohol you swallow. You're not a heavy drinker but tonight you go wild.

"You should slow down" Jimin says

"Why? For Namjoon?" You scoff, swallowing another shot

"No, for you. I don't fucking care about him, Y/N" Jimin replies with furrowed eyebrows

"I should be more like you" You whisper sadly as you look at the bottom of the empty glass — just as empty as your soul right now

"Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Nothing" You sigh "That's the problem. He told me he would call me when he comes back from a business trip but he didn't. He must be with another sugar baby"

Your last sentence hurts even more now that you have said your thoughts out loud. You take Jimin's glass and drink it, swallowing both the alcohol and your tears. You don't want to cry. You're at the bar with your best friend, you should be happy.

"Sorry for not being in the mood" You apologize

"Don't be" Jimin comforts you, pulling you closer to his side and kissing your forehead "I'm here to do whatever you need to feel better. If you need to be grumpy and drink, do it. It you need to bitch on Namjoon, I'll be more than happy to do it with you"

You laugh a little, appreciating what a good friend Jimin is.

"Let's just get wasted and gossip about people" You end up saying

Jimin nods and starts his favorite hobby: telling you all the little secrets of his coworkers.

————

"I didn't know you were this heavy" Jimin slurs as he's dragging your drunken ass into your flat

You did stick to your proposition and actually got wasted. A little too much for your friend's taste who has to bring you home. You have drunk so much you can't properly walk.

Jimin slams the door and tries to walk you to your bed. You fall on it but drag your best friend with you. He growls as he attempts to rest on his arms not to crash you. But his efforts crumble down when you wrap your arms and legs around his body to hug him.

"You're the best friend ever" You say drunkly

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Can you let go?"

"Nope" You twit and hug him tighter

Jimin gives up and hug you too, feeling like it's what you need.

"You're such a pain in the ass sometimes" He jokes

Your laugh echoes in your entrance at the exact moment Namjoon enters.

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