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chilschuck · 11 days

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Hello! I don't know if requests are open, if not just ignore this. am not sure if this makes sense, but I had this idea where the reader's succubus takes straight up the form of Chilchuck. They are very self-concious of this, and since i see them as a calm and reserved person they will try to avoid them like the plague. They don't want Chilchuck to know at all costs, mostly because they fear to be turned down. But at some point, they both get separated from the party running eventually into a succubus. If it's too much information just take what it feels right for you!!

✦ AAAA i loved this idea so much that i had a bit too much fun with it, LOL! it ended up being more than a drabble somehow, so i really hope you enjoy it!! i hope it flows okay and doesn’t seem too rushed, as it’s been a while since i’ve written this much!! lots of love to you!! <3

— HYPOCRITE: chilchuck x gn!reader

꒰ warnings: ꒱ hurt/comfort ?? fluff + sfw! use of they/them for reader!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.8k (holy hell…..)

✦ if this is rough i am so sorry, i kinda let my brain take over and this was the result! nervous to post something this long since i’ve only ever posted lil tidbits, but i really hope you like it!!! <33

The walk back was deafeningly quiet. You couldn’t bear to even look in his direction, cheeks still hot in mortification at just what you had seen earlier. Usually you were stronger than this, but the idea of him knowing just what exactly you saw had your stomach in knots.

It wasn’t like you had never come in contact with a succubus before, but for it to take this particular form had your mind reeling. The heavy pit of guilt and shame kept twisting in you, and the more you thought about him, the more you felt sick. Even so, you could feel eyes burning into the back of your head just waiting for you to spill.

“What’s gotten you so quiet?” Chilchuck questioned, his brows raised at your current show of behavior. It was unlike you to shut yourself up like this, especially since you were known for being cool and collected in any situation. He would never admit it, but the lack of your voice amongst the others made him nervous.

You waited a moment to reply, the shakiness in your voice not getting past him. “It’s nothing, Chilchuck.”

And like hell it wasn’t, especially if it had you clamming up and avoiding his gaze. Knowing it would be better not to pry, he stayed silent. You were thankful for this.

“Everyone’s together now, right?” Laios called as you caught up to the rest of the party, your eyes still downtrodden. Not able to bring yourself to look in his direction, you kept your head down when motioning in the direction of the half-foot behind you. “Yeah, Chilchuck and I managed to find each other.”

Marcille was the second to notice your lack of enthusiasm, the calm air you usually exuded gone. Worried, she called out your name, pulling you out of the state you were in momentarily.

“Everything alright?” She whispered as the rest of the party walked ahead of you. Knowing how much it was killing you to hold everything in, you gave a frustrated sigh.

When you were sure everyone was out of hearing range, you spilled everything on your mind. How your succubus took the form of Chilchuck, how you’d been fighting off the feelings you held for him, how scared you were that he’d find out. Her head nodded with every concern you aired, but there was a certain sparkle in her eyes when you admitted to having feelings for him… Great.

“You’re certain he didn’t see?” She asked softly as you caught up to everyone else, and you gave her a nod of your own.

Her advice had been simple: maybe this was a sign to tell him how you truly felt. You wanted to scoff in that moment, knowing just how repulsed by inner party relationships the half-foot truly was. Telling him what happened seemed like the least intelligent thing to do, but you admired Marcille for her ability to see this in a hopeful light.

Envy coursed through you, wishing you could look at it hopefully, too. It just didn’t seem realistic, so you’d keep to yourself and try not to talk to him until these feelings died down inside. Certainly they would, right?

Days continued on, your relationship with Chilchuck turning into remorseful smiles and awkward silence. The tension was building, and he was convinced he couldn’t take much more of it.

The fact you hadn’t been seeking him out like you usually did struck him hard. You two would often spend nights chatting, voices soft and warm as you talked about everything that you could think of. He’d just started coming to terms that maybe he didn’t have to keep so much away from you, away from everyone else. This hit him harder than he’d like to acknowledge, and his attempts at reconciling whatever he did wrong fell flat.

Chilchuck only ever saw you talking to Marcille lately. He knew you two shared a friendship somewhat akin to his with you, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary at first. But that, paired with the fact you wouldn’t even lay your bedroll down near his, nearly drove him to insanity.

Gritting his teeth, he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. This was getting nowhere, and if it continued he was sure he’d never let himself hear the end of it.

Laios, as softly as he could muster, called his name. “They’ve been ignoring you, haven’t they?” He spoke, brows furrowed as he studied Chilchuck’s expression. “Do you know why?”

He huffed, glare turning to focus on the blonde across from him. “If I knew, I’d tell you. But I don’t have a damn clue.”

Laios hummed, tapping his chin as Senshi listened in on their conversation. “Maybe you should try asking them. It never hurts to be honest with how you’re feeling, too.”

This was going to drive him up the wall. Every time he did try and corner you, you came up with some excuse as to why you were needed elsewhere. Chilchuck was left watching you leave him behind every single time. It only proved to make him feel even more scattered.

Before he could open his mouth to retort, he heard you stand up, wishing Marcille goodnight. Chilchuck begrudgingly noted that you seemed even farther away from him than usual. He sunk into his neckwarmer.

Looking down at his hands, he debated on just what he could have possibly done. This all happened after that damn succubus incident, and he wondered just what exactly you saw. You seemed not only distant from him, but from the whole party. Being an integral force in the group, having you seem so far away from everyone only served to build up rifts.

You were headed to the water fountain to wash your face, and Chilchuck assumed this would be the one chance he had. Following behind you, he called your name once enough distance from everyone had been built up. You took note of the aggravation that was laced in his tone.

Immediately you tried to think of a way to get out of talking to him. There had to be some excuse you hadn’t used, and as he approached you, you found yourself more and more cornered.

“Are you just planning to ignore me the rest of the damn time?” Chilchuck asked plainly, but you could hear the hint of concern. He continued to walk towards you, not giving you much of an opening to scatter. Panic settled in.

“You… Wouldn’t get it.” You whispered, finding yourself looking everywhere but at him. Chilchuck found this increasingly frustrating.

“What do you mean, ‘You wouldn’t get it?’ How am I supposed to get anything if you don’t tell me? I can see how you’re acting. Is whatever you really saw worth separating yourself from the entire party?”

His words cut you like a knife. You could hear the aggravation in his voice, chest seizing knowing it was because of you, because of your stupid fear. You swallowed harshly, trying your best to build up the courage you just couldn’t seem to find.

His body, caging you in and causing your back to hit the wall, continued to grow nearer. It felt like all the air left your lungs, struggling to gather just what you wanted, needed to say.

“You always say how you don’t want inner party relationships to ruin things,” you muttered, finding his closeness increasingly difficult to handle. “The last thing I want to do is put everyone in jeopardy like that.”

Chilchuck scoffed, confusion etched into his expression. “What? You saw a party member as the succubus or something? Don’t tell me—“

That tension that had been suffocating you before built itself back up to the point where you struggled for air. Before he could say just what had made you so ashamed the past week, you felt it bubble up in your throat.

“Yes, Chilchuck, it looked like you! Are you happy?! I didn’t want to tell you, couldn’t tell you. I…” Your hands shook, as if in shock of all that you were laying out in front of him. “I’ve been holding everything down inside for everyone’s sake! I’m not as strong as you, as strong as everyone else, okay?! I had no choice but to distance myself! I’m in love with you, and I know you don’t feel the same, so I just wanted that part of myself to stay hidden!”

You had hoped when, if, this had all finally come out, a weight would be lifted. Instead, you felt ten times heavier at seeing the realization in his eyes. Biting your tongue, tears welling up in the way they never could before, you pushed past him.

“I’m going.”

Yet he did just what you didn’t want him to do; grab your wrist and pull you back to that moment you tried so hard to forget in those few seconds. So he was going to reprimand you now? Tell you how irresponsible you are? Before you could spit out what was on your mind, his hands had wound around your collar and pulled you down to smash your lips against his own.

Everything was still in that moment. It was rough, deprived, filled with emotions that made your mind stutter. You tilted your head further into the kiss, still letting him take control. Despite the suddenness of it, you couldn’t help but pull him closer into you. After a beat, he pulled away, panting and cheeks rosy in what you could only guess was sheer relief.

“You’re so frustrating.” He whispered, still clutching onto the collar of your sleep shirt. “Hardheaded to no end. Drives me insane.”

You couldn’t form a sentence, still trying to catch up to what exactly just happened between you two. Was that… his way of telling you he felt the same? Even if it was sudden, it was very like Chilchuck. Blood rushed to your cheeks.

“So…?” Your voice began, matching the softness of his own. He clicked his tongue, and you could tell by the exasperation on his face that he was about to just up and groan at your cluelessness.

“I… have feelings for you, too. I know what I said before, about prioritizing work over everything else.” Chilchuck spoke, his voice having a slight wave to it. “I’m a damn hypocrite…”

“Apparently.” You replied, hearing him grumble under his breath, and for the first time in days, what felt like weeks, you laughed.

The sound made his head buzz. His heart beat in his ears, and for the first time in a while, he let himself smile too. Maybe he could get used to this being honest thing, if it meant staying close to you like this.

“I’m glad things worked out the way they did,” you hummed, the two of you walking back to where your party had decided to settle for the night. “Strange to think it’s all thanks to a succubus. Maybe I should give them more credit.”

Chilchuck rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Sure. Tell me more about that next time, though. I want to know how handsome you really think I am.”

You couldn’t get back to camp fast enough.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

#⟡ lilia writes! 🌿#୨ chilchuck my beloved ୧ #oh my god it’s done #i refuse to reread it again in fear that it’s not good JSHKSHDKS #posts this then runs away #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT WAHHH!!!#chilchuck tims x reader #chilchuck x reader #dunmeshi x reader #dungeon meshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader

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grlpartdoll · 2 months

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Ok so the first post I made about famous!reader and bodyguard!Simon made me think about something interesting. How would Simon react to his lamb actually getting sick or being in a bad place? I am sick, so this is incredibly self indulgent, lol.

afab!reader, mdni with any of my work pls.

You sip quietly, watching through your lashes as Simon types something on his phone. It's late at night — one am. Way past the bedtime established by the man himself.

There's only one light on, and it's the one in the hallway. It illuminates only half of his face, highlighting a sharp jaw, a scarred brow and lip, a once (or twice) broken nose.

When you shift uncomfortably, he peers down at you again, his eyes immediately brought to you when you sputter a little, water refusing to go down.

"Doc's beeper is off." He announces, turning off his phone and bending his knees a little to lower himself to your height. As you slowly move your cup of warm water down on-top of your thighs, you cup your throat, a desolate frown on your face.

He motions for you to open your mouth, raising a hand to pinch your chin gently between his fingers. He looks at the state of your throat, at the cough drop you're using sitting idly behind your teeth.

He shakes his head. "Still inflamed."

You pout. Quietly, you try to speak, but he shoots you a look you know too well.

"Y'know the procedure, Bambi."

You give a glance at the camera crew stuck at the door. The rule that Simon had firmly introduced and stuck to ever since the documentary had begun filming between the walls of your home — no cameras in your room, and none at the door if it was closed. The only reason its open now is because your manager had scolded him about the documentary not containing enough raw footage of what it was like to live in your skin. All of its current footage was made up of carefully nitpicked moments Simon allowed people to witness and nothing else.

Even this, you know, is eating away at him.

And at you, too.

It's shameful, to pull out your rusty signing skills when there are cameras there. When it's just you and Simon, it's.. different. You know he doesn't judge.

His hand tightens around your jaw a little. Nothing painful. But it jostles you back to reality, bringing your gaze back to him.

"Focus o'me. Just you and me." He whispers. You hope the cameras don't pick it up. Maybe, if you're lucky, they won't have. Afterall, you don't have mics strapped on — the whole crew had been sitting in your kitchen eating when Simon called your name, noticing (or hearing?) you tiptoeing to the bathroom for a drink, and none of them had had time to get mics on anyone because of how quickly it had all happened. Or, well, it could also be because he slammed the bathroom door closed and then proceeded to corner you in the bathroom until you admitted you couldn't sleep because your throat was hurting. He only let the cameras film you after you'd confirmed ten times over that you were okay with them filming you.

You start to go through the words in your head, translating them into jerky movements of your hands. He nods as you sign "it doesn't hurt anymore"

"That's the cough drops," he whispers, and his voice sounds so intimate that you want to melt into it. He tucks your blankets around you, and takes the hot pack from your bedside table, silently applying it to your throat.

With your performance just tomorrow where you're supposed to sing live, this is really not something you want. You get the flu too easily, you have a shit immune system, had always been like that since you were a kid, but today, it feels even more disappointing because it's ruining something important you'd been practicing for a very, very long time.

You hum. It feels tight in your throat, and you cough again, trying to alleviate the pressure.

"Alright, alright, get it out," he moves the two of you around until you're on your side, and he's sitting right beside you. You're curled around him, and he's patting your back, rubbing it soothingly. The flue meds would kick in soon enough — knock you out. But for now, you worry, and you're angry.

You stick your hands up at him. You sign too quickly — clumsily ; "told you we shouldn't have went to the award show. Someone there was sick as hell and we all know it was—."

As he glares at the cameras trying to catch what you're signing, he also expertly catches your hands and lowers them to his lap before you can do or say something stupid, warming them in his impossibly warm ones.

"Stop fussing," he grumbles quietly, probably meaning for it to sound reprimanding, but it comes out more like a plea. "Go to sleep. We'll deal with this in the morning."

You sigh, burrying your face in your blankets. He keeps rubbing your back.

You eventually dig yourself out of the blankets, fever making your body run hotter. He helps you move on top of them until you're laying on your back, your upper body raised by a shit ton of pillows. He sits next to you like you're on your death bed. Something about the situation makes you want to laugh, even though you're a bit upset.

He still holds your hands.

When his hold on them finally loosens, though, when he probably thinks you're finally succumbing to the medication, you move your hands up again and sign, calmly this time ; "sorry for waking you up."

He fixes some strands of hair that fall in your face, sticking to the beading sweat on your temples. He shakes his head, his face severe and strangely.. comforting. Every harsh slope, every cruel swipe of scars, every movement. It all feels like home to you. His hand lingers on your temple. Calloused and scarred too, but he touches you with so much gentleness you only feel the soft edges of his fingers.

"Sleep, kid." He finally murmurs. You know the cameras and the crew don't catch that. "Please. You'll feel better in the morning."

You doubt it, but you close your eyes, and let his presence sway you into sleep anyway.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x afab!reader #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost cod #bodyguard!simon #bodyguard!ghost #famous!reader

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fuxuannie · 1 year

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Omg i didn't see requests are open but hello sjchsudb

Going anon because I am a coward

Anygays! Ahem Caelus x reader general hcs pls 👉👈 i love wet cat man wit all my heart

Thank you! And stay hydrated >:(((

* pairing : caelus x gender neutral reader

* prompt : request ♡

* authors note : wet cat man strikes again! caelus fans i am feeding you, for i too lack content of him <\3 most of these r silly and just remind me of a current dynamic of me and a good friend of mine lol

ּ ִֶָ ࣪✦ CAELUS is a bit of a man failure, still love him though（≧∇≦）

───── ❝ headcanons ❞ ─────

— he is so incredibly clingy and dan heng is so sick of it, caelus is practically glued to you and will only let go at the promise you'll come with him, or if you're not allowed then you have to reply to his 500 texts daily

— he really likes it when you count the scars on his chest, i imagine he's got tons of scarring and hes a weirdo who sleeps without a shirt and you just trace your fingers over his past scars

— he'll love to talk about the recent expeditions he went on over a cup of coffee, french toast for him and your own favorite snack.

— he tries to avoid looking at trashcans when hes with you but cracks a joke every now and then (gaining a slap to the back of the head for it)

— he tries his best to make good memories, cause a part of him knows the difference between you and him. you were merely mortal, he was.. idk something. but definitely was different. he wants to make sure he has enough smiles from you that he'll never forget how you looked when you were in your happiest moments <3

— the type to say happy anniversary the day before your anniversary cause he got rlly excited and thought it was that day

— he really likes animals and will get distracted if someone has a pet, its a problem when hes visiting someones home and they have a dog he has to play with it for 2 hours minimum

— makes random ass noises when hes bored "rawr" "caelus???"

— likes to hum, especially when you're running your fingers through his hair. he usually does it whenever he feels relaxed

— if you're taller than him, he loves tiptoing to kiss your nose, if youre shorter then he does the same thing but leans down instead lol

— his hair is kinda long enough to style, and he wouldn't really mind if you wanted to do. just ask and he'll happily let you do whatever you want

— he likes to give you his jacket, just randomly he'll sling it over your shoulders (then you not so subtly admire his arms lol)

— he likes back hugs where he leans on you and like his hands around your waist slowly slithering tighter (but not enough that ita comfortable) and ajsnehwksbdj

— his smile is one of your favorite things about him, march 7th and dan heng have listened to you ramble about the way you smile for hours.

— but caelus really likes eye contact, its weird but being able to look into your eyes brings him such comfort. he loves just grabbing you by the chin so he can stare at his beautiful partner.

— sometimes people ask where you found a man like him and you answer he was on the side of the road in the rain sitting in a box giving you kitty cat eyes and he stole your heart just like that (you also say you wish you left him there)

— despite the goof he is, you love him with all your heart. and he'd probably kill a man for you if you asked

#✹ ִֶָ ꐑꐑ entos paw prints #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #caelus x reader #caelus hsr x reader

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seniaasaysstuff · 3 months

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Joke’s on you | satoru gojo x fem! reader🔞

SYNOPSIS- Satoru Gojo makes you into his pet. This is part one of the series. This is dark, crazy and kinda sick. It’s noncon and I don’t condone any of this in real life.

WARNINGS- NSFW!! This is Rape. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Non Consensual to Dubious consent, Dead dove, bdsm elements, pet play, mind break, overstimulation, manhandling, feral gojo (I swear he’s crazy in this fic), collars, fucking machines, degradation, sadist gojo, slut shaming and a whole a lot of other stuff. So if you’re uncomfortable DO NOT READ!

Currently writing part 2 of this series and it gets worse? It won’t be a happy ending?? Maybe. And I’m thinking of having Suguru join in and mess around.

Posted this on ao3 @ seniaasaysstuff05 if you wanna check that out.

GOJO IS DERANGED IN THIS FIC GUYS!

Hello hello! I’m back! I was on a vacay so forgot to post this lol. Anyways hope you like this :) Dark Gojo is so hot.

You were on a mission to assassinate the sorcerer gojo satoru, the six-eyed user. You had sneakily gotten into his apartment when the light suddenly turned on.

The white-haired man, Satoru was leaning up against the doorframe, looking at you with a devious smirk. His right arm is propped on the frame and his left hand is shoved into his pocket.

“And who might you be?” He questioned. “Your future wife,” You cheekily replied with a wink.

Satoru chuckled. “Quite bold aren’t you sweetheart?” The smirk still apparent on his face. He stepped closer, his frame towering over you. “Yeah and what’re you going to do about it?” You flashed him a smirk.

Satoru raised an eyebrow at your response. He then pushed you against the wall, pining you there with his tall muscular body. “You’re going to regret acting cheeky with me,” He whispered, his face merely inches away from yours.

His breath tickled your ear as he moved even closer to you. “You assassins never learn do you?” He crooned as he brushed a stray strand of your hair out of your face. “I’m going to keep you as my pet.”

You spat on his face. “Keep dreaming asshole.” Satoru wiped the saliva off his face. His eyes narrowed, a sinister smirk on his face. His large hand roughly grabbed your jaw. “My my pet. I wanted to go easy on you but I see that you’re not disciplined.” He sighed, his voice filled with fake concern. “Guess I’m going to have to train you.”

You tried to move away but his hand snaked across your hips and held you roughly. You attempted to open your mouth and speak but his hand on your jaw tightened its grip.

“Uh uh-“ He chided you. “Dogs don’t speak now do they?” He leaned forward, towards your neck, and bit you. “I’m going to claim you. You’re going to be mine.” He whispered against your skin as he nibbled all over your neck. Your body was quivering under him.

As he brutally assaulted your throat, he let go of your jaw. But then made it’s way to your throat, lightly choking you. You wheezed loudly. “Let me go,” you rasped. Satoru moved away from your throat to your collarbone and continued his assault. He sucked like a goddamn mosquito on your collarbone.

Tears had started flowing down your face. “Please…” You whispered in your croaky voice. Waiting for mercy, a Hail Mary, just something.

You flailed around, trying to escape his clutches. Satoru ignored you and ghosted his lips over your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut. His moments were making you wet. It was not a situation where you should be getting horny.

“God oh god please save me,” You cried out as you were slowly starting to get a grasp of your reality. Satoru stood up from whatever he was doing to your body and wiped your tears. “Nobody is going to save you. I am your god, I am your everything now.” He leaned closer to you and whispered in your hair. More tears flooded your face. Satoru sighed and licked the salty tears off your face. “I hate seeing you cry pet.” He let his hand trail up your back while the other one held you up.

His fingers brushed through your tied hair and gripped them tightly, holding them as if they were a leash. He tugged on your hair, carefully assessing it. “Nice steady leash. Though we’ve got to get you a collar and some other doggie stuff.” You glared at the man. But he just ignored you.

A swift and harsh kick on the back of your knees made you buckle and fall on the wooden floor. “Crawl.” He ordered. He held your ponytail as a leash and started walking. You tried to protest but a harsher tug on your hair made you follow him. As shallow as it may sound, You didn’t want to get a bald spot. It felt degrading and humiliating.

What had become of you? A hit-woman that’s been killing sorcerers for more than two years now reduced to a pet, forced to crawl on the floor with your hair as a leash. You feel like you were doomed, to begin with. The strongest sorcerer was the strongest for a reason. You were merely a fly that he could swat away any second.

You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Satoru stop. You focused your eyes around and saw that you were in front of a set of stairs. He nudged you with his foot to go down the stairs. You tried to get up, so that you could walk downstairs. But a harsh knee strike on your bottom made you get on all fours. The man really knew how to hit. It terrified you.

What was going to become of you once he broke you? You had given up on the idea of escape the moment he glared at you with those icy blue eyes. The truth is that he scared you. You were terrified of him.

You slowly and awkwardly crawled down the stairs. Whenever you stopped, he smacked your ass with his rough hand. As you finally reached the ground, you let out a relieved sigh. That sigh soon turned into a whine as he tugged on your hair again, forcing you to follow him to a dark hallway. Your knees were definitely going to bruise.

At the end of a hall was a big metal door enforced with many locks. He walked up to the door and scanned his eyes and unlocked the door. You had a look of horror in your eyes as he nudged you forward into that place. You screamed. You got up on your shaky legs and tried to make a run for it. A smack on the back of your head knocked you out, making your legs give up and fall. Satoru didn’t let that happen. He carried your body bridal style into a dark room.

Your eyes fluttered open and you looked around in blurry confusion. You blinked a couple of times trying to focus. It was a dimly lit room, you really weren’t able to see anything other than yourself.

You tried to rub your eyes with your hand but realized that your hands were bound, you looked down and saw that you were naked. Your arms and legs were both restrained and pulled apart on the St. Andrew cross. It took you a minute to take in what the hell was happening and you let out a scream.

A moment later, Satoru with a sinister smile sauntered into the room. “Oh is my doggie up? How’re you liking your self pet?”

Violent sobs racked your body. “Please… Satoru let me go. I promise I’ll leave the country and never come back,” You pleaded. Satoru clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Call me master. Leave the country? You belong to me now. I own you, sweetheart. Should’ve thought about it first before you decided to take that bounty.”

He chuckled a minute later. “Wait- so your company didn’t tell you?” You looked at him in confusion. “Whoever has attempted to come and kill me or even think about killing me is dead,” He spoke, his eyes gazing into yours, he exuded confidence and arrogance.

“Though it’s the first time I’ve taken a liking to one of your kind. So I thought why not train you and make you my pet? It gets lonely ya know?” He added cockily.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Was it time to accept your fate? Becoming his pet? His plaything? You didn’t think so. You would try your best to not break. You opened your eyes and glared at your capturer. “I would never break,” You spoke, your voice filled with newfound rage and will to escape.

Satoru burst into a fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard that he had to clutch his stomach as he banged his hand on the wall. Then all of a sudden, He stopped.

He wiped a stray tear from his eye and chuckled. “Oh, honey. You think you won’t break? When I’m done with you there will be nothing left of you except devotion and love for me. I am your god, your master. I own you. You better get that through your thick skull.” He remarked, a cold smile on his face. Your body quivered as you heard his declaration.

“Let’s commence shall we?” He declared.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk imagines #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #tw noncon #insane gojo #gojo saturo

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bryce-bucher · 5 months

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I've been feeling p sick this last week, which for some reason means that my brain really really wanted me to do nothing but focus on creating this render. I created as a means to get better at using Alias Poweranimator 9.0 because I eventually hope to use this program to make environments for games. I am really happy with the process of making this render, and I feel like I learned a whole lot! It's definitely the most detailed thing I've made in any of these old 3d programs so far, and it's given me a lot of confidence that I can pull some cool stuff off. I'm considering making some kinda video documenting some nurbs modeling techniques I learned since this kinda modeling is super dead and there is very little documentation on how they were doin it in the 90s. Lmk if that is something anyone would be interested in. (UPDATE: I did it: https://youtu.be/G8NmDeGIXZE) The only thing blocking me rn is annoying bugs that come up when running this on modern hardware, and the fact that I'm currently having issues getting it cracked on my windows xp machine. Anyway, here are some behind the scenes photos and variants of the wallpaper:

Here is what the wireframe looks like in tha program

Here is my initial sketch alongside some theory crafting sketching on how to model certain shapes. Making stuff with nurbs is super fun because everything feels like some kinda open-ended puzzle lol.

Here are a couple wallpaper variants I made with some color adjustments meant to test how they would look in printing. Modus Interactive and I figured this kinda thing is what gives a lot of 90s renders those distinct colors.

Here are some 4:3 crops for all of you out there who know what is good and true in this world.

Here are a couple high contrast ones as a treat.

Last but not least, here is just a buncha random behind the scenes screenshots:

Thank u for checkin this out I spent a lotta time on it and had a good time yippe wahoo

#retrocgi #retro cgi #retro 3d #retro aesthetic #90s cgi #poweranimator #maya #raytracing #3d art #3d artwork #3d render #diver #helmet #bubbles #underwater #ocean #vintage cgi

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omgkatherine01 · 5 months

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I'll Be There For You

Summary: You were sick, and Aegon came to take care of you.

Pairing: Modern!Aegon Targaryen x female reader

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Note: Soft and short.

A/N: I want a soft Aegon too! Because I am feeling a bit unwell, so I got inspired to write this, lol.

Morning, Aeg... Can we cancel today's movie? I'm not feeling well, so I'm just going to be home all day, and take it easy.

The minute Aegon read your text, he grabbed his car keys and jacket and walked quickly to the front door with a call over his shoulder to his mother, "I gotta go!"

Aegon drove to your apartment and parked in the parking lot before quickly walking into the building to the elevator.

He pressed the button to the sixth floor and walked out the moment the door opened. He walked to your door and knocked on it.

He waited for a few seconds before knocking again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he heard you from the other side.

You sighed tiredly as you walked to the door and looked through the peephole. You frowned in confusion when you saw it was Aegon and unlocked the door. You opened the door and looked at him in pure confusion and surprise.

"Aegon? What are you doing here?"

"I, uh... you said you not feeling well, so I thought maybe come by and check on you," he said, hoping you couldn't hear the worry in his voice.

"I'm fine," you said and stepped aside to let him in. He walked in and he closed the door. "I just felt drained from the work, and woke up with this huge headache... I know it's supposed to be our day off and we--"

"It's fine," Aegon said, looking down at your clothes and realized you were still in your cute pajs. He looked toward the living room and saw your blanket on the couch and the TV was on.

"Do you want something to drink?" you asked softly as you two walked to the couch.

"Nah, not yet, but if I will, I'll take myself," he said, "Come on, sit." He placed his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you on the couch.

You were surprised when he quickly pulled your blanket to your body. "Lay down." You did as he said because you didn't feel like arguing at the moment, feeling too exhausted to do so.

"Did you take something for the headache?"

You nodded as you muttered, "Yeah."

"Did you have tea yet?"

You shook your head as you muttered, "No."

"Okay, I'll go and make you some tea, you sit right here, don't move," he said and walked to your kitchen.

You closed your eyes as you let out a breath.

Without realizing it, you almost fell asleep until you felt a hand on your forehead.

You opened your eyes lightly and saw Aegon in front of you, checking for fever. "Yeah, you have a bit of a fever," he said and helped you sit up. He held forward the cup of tea, "Drink this."

"Thank you," you muttered and took a sip.

Aegon sat down on the table in front of you and took the tea back after you took a sip. He placed the tea next to him.

"Aegon, you can still go and have fun with Daeron," you pointed out softly, "Don't let me bother you with this. I'll be all right by myself."

"First of all, you are not a bother," he said, "And second of all, if I go now and my family will hear that you are sick and I left you alone to deal with it, my Mum and Nyra will murder me." That got you smile softly and let out a laugh. Aegon smiled. "Is that really what you want?"

You shook your head lightly, "Nope."

Aegon nodded, "Good. So, until you will feel better, I am staying right here."

You smiled softly and laid back down. You let out a soft sigh and hesitating took his hand.

He gently placed your hand on his lap and gently stroke your palm.

"Thank you," you said softly, "For being here for me."

"I'll always be there for you."

You closed your eyes as you felt his soft touch on your hand. As you felt you were drifting back to sleep, you felt soft lips touching your burning forehead.

#house of the dragon #house targaryen #hotd #tom glynn carney #aegon targaryen #aegon imagine #aegon x reader #aegon ii imagine #aegon ii x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x you #hotd aegon

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yourheart-inmyhands · 7 months

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hi! I really like the last post, so here am I with another idea after my 3 cup of coffee before 12 pm

what if, by pure shear luck and celestia only knows how, reader escape the other Archons and go back to Fontaine, there furina is like "I hear your prayers! so you are now locked with me!" but she is shocked because reader is hugging her and saying "thank you! please dont let them take me!", plot twist, fontaine reader is a devoted follower of focalors (yeah they are that crazy) and have a hydro vision.

How do you think the yandere Archons would react, hearing reader is happy with the hydro archon?

I imagine Neuvillette having migraines more often, because the reader encourages and applauds Furina's scenes lol

Thank you!

i love when people request continuations of other pieces, i think it's fun to continue on with the story :D

Warning: this post contain yandere-themes, including manipulation, lying, mentions of violence, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti would be utterly distraught, ready to wage another Archon war with Furina simply for this. He can’t just storm into Fontaine and demand for you back, as much as he’d like to, but he can send someone else to do it for him. Someone like a devoted follower of his.

Venti smiles in amusement, watching as the faint color of the Anemo element overtakes the citizens' eyes. While he wasn’t entirely welcomed in Fontaine, the crazy Hydro Archon being willing to fight him on the spot, he could certainly infiltrate their borders using a beloved devotee of his. With his presence ingrained so deeply in this man’s mind, he could use merely a few words to make the man move as he pleased. And so, with enough mindless zombies sent to Fontaine to retrieve you at any cost, he figures you’ll be returning home one way or another.

Yandere!Zhongli would prefer to keep things civil, wanting to spare violence is necessary. Those days are behind him, he claims, meeting with Neuvillette. Dragon to Dragon, Zhongli politely requests the return of his beloved. You’re sick, he claims, having accidentally ingested a small dose of poison that made you delusional, and he’s so sorry to have bothered Neuvillette with your presence.

Zhongli is so calm and polite, meeting at the entrance to Fontaine with Neuvillette as they discuss your current status like the civil dragons they are. Ever the worried lover, Zhongli explains how he had brought you to Sumeru for a vacation when you had gotten a bit turned around, eating a plant you shouldn’t have. This led to you going a little crazy, seeing things and claiming to hear the ‘Archons’ speaking to you. If Neuvillette wouldn’t mind, Zhongli just wishes to pop in for a moment to collect you and then the both of you will be on your merry ways. Out of both Furina and his hairs.

Yandere!Raiden would wait for nothing, storming through Fontaine as if it were her region. She doesn’t even care to ask permission or anything, simply throwing open the doors to the Court of Fontaine, pointing her weapon directly up at Furina. In a calm, steady voice she demands the return of her beloved.

It was a startling moment to all involved, the sudden movement of the doors being flung open, the shouts of guards in the hall as they tried to stop the Raiden Shogun from entering. It was fruitless though, the sharpened end of her signature weapon steady in her grip as it aimed towards Neuvillette. She wasn’t here to play around and any form of non-compliance would be met with either the end of her weapon or the promise of her return in the form of war. She doesn’t mess around when it comes to her beloved, her eternity. If Neuvillette and Furina won’t hand you over willingly, then she’ll simply tear the nation apart piece by piece as she searches for you herself, determined to not leave without you.

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darkbluekies · 10 months

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Dr Kry asks #4

Previous one

Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: mentions of ed, otherwise the normal Dr Kry stuff

I wonder how Dr Kry would feel if his darling developed romantic for him but was waiting to leave the hospital to officially ask him out. They'll say stuff like "I can't wait to leave this hospital bed so we can finally have a proper date together !", "I would love to go see [movie name] in the theaters with you!" Or "I'd love to be with you but once I get better I promise! You deserve more than the semi-vegetable that I currently am." I guess he'd be a little conflicted, would he let his darling free from the hospital so they can have a somewhat normal romantic relationship or would he keep them here ?

He'd let his darling get well because he doesn't want anything else than the traditional house hold and only keeps them ill because they're not complient. But if they actually do like him and see a future together, then he can begin to live out his dream.

How would dr Kry react to a coworker reader who figures out he’s been telling people they’re dating and tries to leave him?

He'd be flustered. You weren't supposed to figure it out, you weren't supposed to know! He'd try to justify his actions while making you feel bad for leaving him.

"But Y/N, please, I'm doing it for you. If people think that we're together they'll not bother you. I've seen how people eye you in the corridor. It's disgusting. I'm just trying to help, so please don't leave. It hurts my feelings. I'm just trying to help ..."

He might say that you're pretending now, but he'll fake it til he makes it.

At this point I’ll let Dr kry talk for me,like yes please finish of my setences Cuase sometimes words are hard and it’s hard to speak so that sounds amazing

Careful, he will do it. As long as you're around other people, he'll finish your sentences, but he'd like for you to talk to him when you're alone. He loves to hear your voice so much.

I remember when you said that Dr Kry would worsen the toxic air purifier if we ignore him till it hurts too much, me personally I'm petty as hell, he'd have to see me DIE before I speak to him because thats what he gets, I'm petty to the death ✊

I- .... i don't know what to say.

My headcanon voice for Dr. Kry is Sammy Lawrence from Bendy and the Ink Machine.

Omg, you are so big brain. I would say his voice is a tad bit lighter in my head, but other that that, damn.

Does dr. Kry bathe reader or he only does if the reader is very sick?

He does it all the time. Since the reader is too weak and dizzy and everything from the poison 24/7, he doesn't trust them. They could hurt themselves in there. Besides, he likes being able to take care of the reader in every aspect. This is the closest he'll come to their nudity without it being uncomfortable for him.

Would Dr. Kry let the reader customize their hospital room if they asked nicely?

Of course! If he knows that they're okay with being there (and even fix the room to their liking) then it'll just make him happy!

do you think kry would treat darling differently if she has an ED and won’t eat much?i have an ED and just wanted to see how my favorite boy might take it :’) feel free to ignore lol

He will. Every action will be calculated and well thought out to make you calmer and more open to try to eat. He won't force you, but he'll encourage you. He's studied this, he knows how dangerous something like this can be. And that's why he wants to help you as much as possible.

Me whose been sick for 3 weeks with an awful cough and body pains. "Please dr kry come kidnap me..just wanna sleep and not work"Have been working weekends with my sick body because the boss doesn't give sick leave for flu

Careful, he will do it.

I love dr kry but he drinks coffee all the time so his breath probably STANKS. Hes a 10 but he has constant coffee breath.

Well DUH HE IS A COFFEIN ADDICT. don't bully him :(

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere doctor #yandere male #yandere asks

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joshusten · 9 months

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got my head in a daze (guy/honey, redacted audios)

Guy takes care of a drunk and obliviously sentimental Honey.

(fluff, humor, taking care of drunk character)

2.5k+ words [ao3 link here!] [masterlist]

[CW and notes: implied alcohol consumption, honey kinda gets a lil vulnerable, drunken shenanigans, swearing, geordi and cutie briefly appear at the beginning bc i miss them lol, whipped and flustered Honey, whipped and flustered Guy, they love each other so much i’m shaking, possibly OOC**, GRAMMATICAL ERRORS not rlly proofread]

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"Thank you for calling Max's Rustic Pizza, my name is Guy, how can I– OH! Fuck! Hi! Sorry, forgot to turn off my 'work' brain–"

"Wait, what? Are they okay? Oh, okay, okay. How long will you be here?"

"Oh, cool, cool, okay. I'll meet you outside. Thanks a lot, Geordi. Stay safe."

The call ends and Guy scrambles around the apartment for a change of clothes. He's still wearing his work uniform. The stench (he doesn't really smell that bad, does he?) of sweat, basil, and, well, pizza feels embedded into them.

Unfortunately, no matter how dashing he looks in the black polo shirt (according to what the very lovely old lady that lives across them said), Guy remembers Honey always complaining about the smell. This probably means they won’t appreciate being greeted by it once they arrive with their friend.

He opts for a simple shirt that’s fresh from the laundry and grabs a soft blanket for Honey. The nights have been chilly lately and with his burning hatred for being sick, he definitely doesn’t want his partner to experience that either, especially in their state.

The sound of tires on asphalt snaps Guy out of his fussing and he realizes he’s near the entrance of their building. He opens the door to greet the Corolla pulling up near the sidewalk. Its side windows rolled down to reveal Geordi at the wheel looking back at Cutie, who was comforting Honey in the passenger seat.

A very drunk Honey, that is.

“Psst. We’re here.” Cutie whispered gently as not to startle the very much intoxicated person currently resting on their lap. Honey opens their eyes and squints at their surroundings, letting out what Guy would probably describe as the cutest sound in existence (it really was just a whine but sue him for gushing on his partner over the simplest of things.)

“Really…?”

“Yes, really. C'mon, your escort's there," The telepath says, nudging them to look at the man currently standing outside the car wearing an oversized Star Trek shirt with a blanket slung over his shoulder.

"Es…what?"

It was evident that the trio were trying, and failing, to suppress their amusement at how… out of it their usually uptight friend is. It's adorable, even.

Guy lowers himself to get Honey to sit up and Cutie immediately helps him. Then, slowly but surely, the pair gently shifts them out of the car to stand up on the sidewalk.

"Okay, there you go, hon," Guy finally balances his swaying partner (or at least, how balanced one can be while inebriated). "Thanks a lot. Can you guys go home safely?"

"Yeah, no need to worry about us! Cutie's just a lil tipsy but Honey's the only one actually affected by how much of a lightweight they are," Geordi answers, wiping some fog that formed on his glasses. Guy glosses over the very endearing fact that their ever-so-grumpy partner is a lightweight to realize how cold it is outside. The blanket!

He wastes no time wrapping the soft fabric around Honey and they instantly snuggled up to it. “Woah…thanks…S’cold a while ago…” They happily said, their words slowly coming out like molasses.

Guy chuckles, averting his gaze from the peaceful smiling face of their partner to Cutie’s shit-eating grin. “Thanks again. I’m glad they didn’t get themself into trouble.”

"No prob, Guy, really. Though I am not gonna miss how much they were raving about their wonderful boyfriend throughout the car ride. No matter how cute it was, that was still 30 minutes I can’t take back. I don't need to be a mind reader to know they can’t wait to see you.”

Geordi lets out a few snickers that make Guy wonder if there was an inside joke he wasn’t getting. He dismisses the thought, Never mind that! His Honey was being all mushy! About him! That leaves him blushing, cheeks hot with a small smile growing and Honey quietly observes the man beside them. They amusingly think their strange escort looks enchanting when flustered.

“O-okay, then! Welp, get back home safe!” Guy waves a hand, the other around Honey’s waist tightened to keep them on their very unstable feet. “I’ve got my very drunk paramour that’s in dire need of some tender loving care to attend to."

The couple waves them goodbye as the side windows close (with a scandalized “Geordi!” accompanied by a playful slap coming from Cutie despite the aforementioned man keeping his mouth shut though, shortly right after, he bursts into a fit of giggles.) Guy really doesn’t get how they both seem to communicate without sharing any words between them but he shrugs it off for now. He has more pressing matters to deal with.

“C’mon, Honey! Time to get you in our humble abode!" Guy begins to guide their partner to the entrance and opts for the nearby elevator instead of the stairs. He definitely doesn't want to risk any possible accidents from that.

They were both quiet for the whole three stories up. Guy worries about how exhausted Honey must've felt with how they were leaning on his shoulder, eyes closed as they breathed softly, almost snoring. Cute.

The journey to their unit was surprisingly quick. Guy takes out his keys after gently shaking the bundled-up figure beside him. "Hey,” he whispered, “We're here, sleepyhead."

The door opens and so do Honey’s eyes, blinking out any weariness that weighed on them. They stride over to the couch with the short-lived confidence of a drunkard, leaving the man holding them surprised. They don't remember walking being so difficult. Why was the ground so…move-y all of a sudden?

Guy's eyes widen as he realizes Honey is out of his grasp. They managed to take a few steps before he could see their movements getting sluggish again. "Woah, hey, hey! Slow down, let me help." He takes hold of their arms to balance them as he gently set their partner on the couch.

“There ya go,” Guy smiles, kneeling down on his knees to help them out of their footwear that has probably grown uncomfortable. However, the moment he starts to take off their shoe, Honey's foot jerks back. They have their usual annoyed expression but something seems off about how they look at him.

“Hey, back off! I have a… boyfriend, y’know?”

. . .

What.

"What?"

"Look, dude, thanks for… bringing me up here but I'm gonna…wait for my boyfriend, okay?"

Holy shit, they're fucking wasted.

"Honey, it's me," Guy insists. No doubt the real, very much existing live audience he always monologues for would find this situation hilarious if he wasn't desperately trying to take care of his partner without them freaking out.

"Ha-ha, okay, man, you’re really cute and shit but I want my boyfriend here, not some random fucking guy!”

Despite literally rejecting him in their drunken stupor, his grumpy darling of a partner still makes way for his heart to flutter. How the hell is he going to handle this when some simple flattery from them leaves his mind reeling? “But I’m not some guy! I am Guy!” He sees that the statement confuses Honey’s already muddled mind some more. At moments like these, Guy wonders what in the ever-loving fuck his parents were on when they decided to name their child like that.

The man backtracks, "Look, your…boyfriend is a lil busy right now. He’ll be back soon but he told me to take care of you while he’s gone, would that be okay?”

Honey squints their eyes, and their foot slowly sets itself back on the floor. “Hm. fine…but don’t pull any moves on me, got it?” They pointed a threatening finger at him. “I like my boyfriend a whole lot and I don’t want him coming home to some bullshit, you hear me?”

Their strange escort smiles wide and Honey is suddenly overtaken by the instinct to cup his round cheeks, as if it was second nature. Honey shakes their head. There’s something about this man, they just don’t know what, but he makes them feel…weird.

“You got it, boss!” Guy beams with a mock salute before untying the laces of their shoe. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he decided to speak up. “Y’know, that must be one lucky boyfriend. You seem to be fond of him.” He means it. He really is lucky to have them in his life.

Honey looks away with furrowed brows, mumbling softly, “I’m the lucky one…”

“Hm? What do you mean?” Guy tilts his head to the side. Well, that got him curious.

“He’s… he’s really nice to me, even when I’m not.” The urge for Guy to rebut was strong but he decided to shut the fuck up for once to let them continue. “He acts goofy as hell most of the time, too. Like some fucking gremlin or something…”

Their eyes meet and his breath hitches. They’re beautiful.

“And he makes me feel really, really good. He asks for kisses all the time and he cooks me breakfast and his voice sounds so nice in my ear even when he talks a lot a-and he makes my stupid heart feel stupid warm when he looks at me with those pretty eyes like–” They pause to take a breath.

“Like I’m actually enjoyable to be around.” Honey’s flustered. The heat practically radiates off of them as they lock their gaze on the floor. “He's stupid handsome too, it’s not fair! S’like he got it all!”

They pushed a finger up to the man’s lips in an attempt to shush him (They also ignore how pleasantly soft it feels against their skin), "But don't tell him I said that!"

Guy merely chuckles to mask the reality of how fast his heart is beating right now. Fuck, if he keeps getting these sweet compliments from a blushing Honey in such generous amounts, he might actually pass out. Definitely not a bad way to go. He awkwardly cleared his throat, noticing that they were expecting a reply from him, “I-I won’t. I promise.” They seem satisfied by that, crossing their arms as they avoid his eye contact again. Guy racks up his mind on what to do next, his thoughts currently in disarray no thanks to the overwhelming affection he’s receiving. “How ‘bout you go wash up and change your clothes so we can get you to bed, hm?”

Honey nods, and allows the man to guide them to the bedroom (not without a sharp “No funny ideas!” from them and a giggly but reassuring “Of course, of course!” from the man). Guy makes sure to leave the bathroom door open just in case something happens as Honey sloppily brushes their teeth while he prepares some sleepwear for them.

Once they were done, Guy stepped out of the room to give his partner some privacy and brings back a glass of water with some painkillers to leave by their bedside table for tomorrow. He waits outside the bedroom door, knocking one, two, three times, “Can I come in?”

After hearing the soft “Sure” from inside, the door creaks open to reveal their Honey, clad in pajamas, lying in bed. He sets the pills down and inches the glass toward their lips.

“Hey, don’t sleep yet. You gotta get hydrated first.”

Guy notices they were a bit more compliant, probably too tired to try intimidating him with…their boyfriend. After a few sips, Honey yawns, their head gently landing on the fluffy pillows surrounding their drowsy state. The fatigue was really catching up on them, allowing slumber to take over easily.

In their dreams, they swear they feel a warmth caress their skin and a soft, fleeting pressure on their forehead.

“I love you.”

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The first thing Honey hears through the headache is the sizzle of the omelet that Guy is currently giving out a performance to in his rendition of a song he’s playing on his phone.

The man turns off the stove, expertly sliding the dish on a plate placed nearby while still shaking his hips to the music. He continues his singing, oblivious to the fact that their partner is currently observing them with a grin despite the pounding in their head.

“He’s a semi-aquatic egg-layin’ mammal of– AH!” Guy almost drops the plate the moment he notices someone by the hallway. “Honey!”

They wince at the sudden greeting and Guy sheepishly smiles at them as an apology. “You wanna eat? I cooked some eggs.”

“That would be nice, thanks. Sorry for interrupting your…Disney Channel concert.”

Guy dramatically gasps, setting down another plate in front of where Honey sat at the table. “That was not just some Disney Channel concert! It’s my Phineas and Ferb playlist! That was a serenade to Aphrodite, an angel’s choir! That show’s soundtrack contained the very secret chord that David played! Receiving the highest praise from the greatest minds of our time, including, but not limited to, yours truly! I can’t believe you would slander the artistry of–mmph!”

He smiles in the kiss and he tastes the fresh mint in their mouth. They brushed their teeth again before coming here. Had they planned to kiss him all along? They pull away, dragging a needy whine from his lips. Fuck, the day hasn’t started yet and they’ve already got his heart pumping. A good morning indeed.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you menace!” Honey lets out a giggle that has Guy taking back everything he said. His taste in music is definitely their laugh. “It’s too fucking early for you to be monologuing like this.”

They smile again and he knows it’s a joke, especially after everything that they’ve confessed to under the influence a few hours ago. He smirks mischievously, “Oh? That’s not what you said last night~”

Honey raises a brow, their fork with a piece of the beaten egg stopping midway towards their mouth. “What, did I do something stupid?”

The man excitedly scoots his chair near them, “Hm, what was that about my voice sounding so nice in your ear?” Honey squints their eyes in confusion before they widen, the foggy memories from last night coming back to them. Heat rapidly rises to their horrified face, much to their smug boyfriend’s delight.

“Shut the fuck up!”

“Or–how did you put it–me being stupid handsome?”

“Guy, please–”

“Oh! Or what about making your heart feel stupid warm?”

At this point, Honey hid their face in Guy’s neck, playfully slapping the arms wrapped around their waist.

“You’re an asshole.” Their words held no heat and were less mean considering they came out muffled from their significant other’s shoulder. The latter simply laughed.

“To be fair,” Guy whispered in their ear, “You make my stupid heart feel stupid warm too.”

Honey sits back up, more flustered than ever and Guy relishes the view. His lover muttered a quick “Fucking dumbass.” before kissing him again, considerably more tender than the last.

- “Gitchee, gitchee goo means that I love y– OW! Ow, ow, ow! Okay, pausing the playlist, going back to the romantic mood!”

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i rlly like this fic!! idk the idea of a flustered tsundere honey was just so delicious AND GUY GETTING EQUALLY FLUSTERED BC EUEUEUFHSDKFHJ HIS BABYHONEYDARLING IS BEING SO MUSHYYY LMAO again tho, feel free to leave me feedback!! whether it's a grammatical error or how true/consistent i am to the characters, it will always be appreciated!! have a nice day/noon/night!! >:))

#redacted audio #redacted guy #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted honey #redacted audio fanfic #ITS FINALLY DONE OH GOD #IM FREE IM GONNA CRY #sten writes!

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rinbowaman · 8 months

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could you please do heeseung seeing y/n wearing another guys shirt? maybe like jake had let heeseung borrow his clothes but heeseung forgot to give it back, so heeseung goes ethan mode when he sees y/n wearing it without realizing it’s the shirt he forgot to return to jake.😭😭 this just popped up into my head before i went to bed so sorry if my explanation skills are ass rn lol.

Edit: so i totally forgot to add the title and warning label. apologies, i'm still recovering from being sick and am not 100%

"Daddy's Shirt"

Warning: Roughness hinted, Heethan gets a little jealous/filled with rage, misunderstanding, some softness, yandere love....yandere traits. Some....choking.....

“You wanna Netflix and chill pretty?” He asks as you both enter the room.

“I’d like that baby.” Stretching your arms, you sigh out as you release the roughness of the day. It felt so long, and the amount of study sessions further drained you of all your energy. Changing over, your back remains facing him as you dawn only your panties. With your back bare, Heeseung flashes a glance and bites his lip.

“God damn she’s magical…..if there was anything her parents did right, it was making her.” He thought as he watched you slip on one of his t-shirts. He loved seeing you in his tees, with no bra and just a simple pair of panties….it’s no wonder he takes you as often as he does. You were drop dead gorgeous and so easily accessible for him to grip his hands on. Watch you, all the while staring at your derrière, you slowly turn to walk over to his bed, when you noted the sudden shift in his features as he sees the front side of the tee shirt.

“THATS…..NOT…….MINE……” with the face of Ethan quickly appearing, wide eyed and sadistically glaring with anger in his eyes, shoots forward, scaring you to death as you grabs your wrists and rams you against the wall. “Whose is it and WHY are you wresting it? “ he snarls rather maliciously. His glare was muderous and twisted as he snarled a very eerie smile….imagining all the torturous acts he would do to whomever was the owner of this piece, and teach you a lesson with a rather harsh punishment.

grabbing onto you jawline, he grips gently, but firmly as he forces you to remain facing forward and directly at him. “Fucking open that sweet mouth and start talking…..BABY….DOLL.” Gritting his teeth while flashing a devious smirk, much like the jokers smile, you felt yourself falling into the depths of ultimate fear as you witnesses Ethan nearly unhinged.

“wait….wait….it’s not….it isn’t like that…” you stuttered as he gripped your neck tighter, licking his lips and eyes you up and down.

"Baaaaaaaaby........you need a reminder on who you belong to?" he grits his teeth once more, his fingers digging into your skin and his grip tightening to the point where you started to feel your air intake becoming restricted.

"E....Ethan......its....its hard to breathe...." you softly gasp out as your lips remained pursed open, yet he foudn you so delectable and amazing like this. Especially when you were due for a punishment.

"Good.....fucking choke on it some more." gritting his teeth harshly, he leans in and kisses you with the heated passion you have yet to feel coming from Ethan, or Heeseung. He kept his grip steady, neither loosening nor tightening it, keeping it at the medium it was so as to not hurt you, yet causing you minor discomfort to reflect his current emotional rage.

"Ready to get fucked princess?" he smiles as he reaches his thumb upwards, pushes your bottom lip down, spits inside, and orders you to....

"Swallow."

With glossy eyes, you did as he bid and gulped down his own slaver matter, feeling it travel down your throat as the cooler temperature reflects its foreign entry.

"Pl...please.....Ethan.....its.....its not......what you think." wincing as you felt pulses of his grip tightening and loosening, you reach up and stroked his hand, cooing him the best you could loosen the grip permanently. Knowing that fighting or struggling wouldn't work in your favor, since the man was significantly stronger than you, the only option you had was to show him love....because he needed it.

"Its.....its a shirt H/N bought......ugh!" feeling his grip slacking, he raises a brow and silently with his gaze demands that you elaborate.

"She....ugh......she bought it for Jake but....she got the wrong size...and asked if i wanted it......i wore it to surprise and ......and give....it to you.......ugh!" gasping, he releases his grip entirely yet kept his hand planted around you.

"Is that so?" he deeply and calmly asks. You nod eagerly with tears forming in your eyes, somehow you felt terrible that the wrong impression was delivered, and you felt bad that things went this way, but what got you the most was that for a moment in time, the man you loved the most...the one that took care of you and adored you before anything else, including his own well being, was hurt. You never wanted to hurt him.....yet you inaverdently did so. Keeping his hand loosely wrapped around your neck, he takes out his phone and dials in Jake.

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"Hey Heeseung whats up?"

"Hey....question......did h/n recently get you a shirt in the wrong size?"

"oh yeah, the one that has the bears on it? yeah, its cute but its too large, i told her to ask y/n if she'd want it to give it to you."

"mmhmm...."

"is everything good?"

"everything is fine.....now.....just wanted to clarify. thanks. "

"yeah man, see you later."

......................

Turning his head and tossing his phone on his desk, he turns back to you as his hand drapes downward to your shoulder, where he gently grabs your arm. Looking at the teary, wide eyes staring back at him, with the look of fear and sadness in them, he looks down and brings you in to his chest.

"dont cry.....i'm sorry...." he calmly whispers with a stoic face.

You gently sobbed into his chest, feeling guilty. You should have just presented it to him rather than wearing it, considering it was a man's tee shirt, one that was unrecognizable to him, no wonder he drew to the wrong conclusion.

"I-.....i'm sorry.......i should have just given it to you...." you stuttered out in between your quiet sobs.

Petting your head and shushing you, he presses his lips against your head. "Shhh.....dont apologize. You didnt do anything wrong, i overreacted." he paused and gulped for a second before he continued....

"I dont like the thought of losing you....i was scared......and when i get scared......i go crazy........" he admits as he holds onto your waist tightly.

Nodding your head, you return the embrace and felt reassured that things were okay now. You should have known better, for as long as you've been with your man, you knew that his obsession and insane love for you was abnormal. It was scary, horrifying even.....it was abrasive, rough, controlling, mentally abusive even...with the way he was always clinging onto you and creating rules that restricted your freedom in the relationship.....his everlasting presence around you...no matter where you were or where you go......restricted your freedom...yet.....because of these traits.....he was also protective....he always brought you home and rescued you from danger....he loved you hard, he loved you softly, he loved you....just you...only you.....and he showed countless times, that he was willing...and has always been willing, to do anything for you. There was not a thing you would change about your man.

Gently pulling you back and stroking the pieces of your hair away from your face, swooping all of your locks over to one shoulder, he eyes you up and down and admires the tee shirt you had on.

"So you thought of me when h/n showed you this?" he gently speaks as he places one hand on the side of your neck, his thumb gently stroking on the areas where faint prints of his fingers were left from his previous hold. The other hand caresses your cheek as he smothered you with kisses in between his words.

"Mmhmm....." you innocently hummed into his kiss.

"Yeah?" he kisses you again. "Yeah baby? you're always thinking of me?" he kisses you two more times.

"Yes......i am..." you utter out in between his kisses.

Pulling you harshly in by your waist, he deepens the kiss and rolls his tongue aggressively in your mouth as he forces you to arch your back, planting his free hand on the back of your head to pull you in more.

The tee shirt wrinkles in his grasp, the white fabric feeling soft against his hand. The adorable logo in the front crinkles as he raises the hem of the shirt to snake his hand in between your legs, where he begins to take his performance to a heightened level. Pausing the kiss for just a second, he whispers.....

"I like it...........and i love you." continuing, he proceeded to do everything you ever thought imaginable in the aspects of loving someone....and fucking them......Ethan redeemed himself the moment his finger, tongue, and his member entered inside you and brought out the womanly spirit out of you as usual.

The next morning, you woke up and heard him typing away. Raising up, still nude and covered by the sheets and blanket, you sit up with your legs over the edge and gently rub your eyes as you look over his way. A smile softly appears on your face with a gentle chuckle accompanying it.

"you're wearing it...." you smile.

He smiles back as he eyeballs the screen on his laptop, while blowing you a kiss and tells you.

"I am.....i like it. Think i'll fuck you in it again later....." sighing in his palm as he rests his chin and props his elbow on the desk, he gives you a sly side eye under the hood of his matching white cap, and winks before giving you that infamous dashing smirk.

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woah-uhuh-uhuh-uhuh · 7 months

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Christine Canigula was socially ostracized & developed a complex to protect herself: an essay

(suddenly i NEED to infodump about Christine actually so here)

Something I only noticed on rewatch: the way Christine will say something silly and then just kind of gingerly wait to see if Jeremy reacts well to it before continuing, almost like she's asking permission?? (e.g. the gap after the first stanza of "Play Rehearsal"). And it's only after he riffs off her bowling alley bit that she feels comfortable talking about her personal feelings with him (right before "Guy that I'd Kinda be Into"). The same happens with their "weird noise" exchange immediately before "It's pretty killer to sit and chat with you." I know theater relies on being succinct, and that 'bonding over shared quirks' and 'feelings talk' are both just crucial parts of relationship development... but I don't think it's a coincidence that it always goes in that order!

It's like Jeremy has to pass these *trials of weirdness* before she feels safe opening up to him and it drives me BONKERS so I wrote a whole 1000 word thing about it under the cut and this got too massive and I'm sorry. Also some autistic Jeremy meta at the end if that sweetens the pot hehehe

Table of contents:

Why she was ostracized

How she was ostracized

How that might inform her pattern of relationship development with Jeremy and Jake

How gender caused Jeremy's experiences to differ from hers, and how that affects their current relationships with "popularity" and peer acceptance.

1. Why she was ostracized

I am just so certain that Christine has been bullied or at least majorly outcast for a lot of her life. She's very obviously neurodivergent and because of that she can have these obnoxiously deep and repetitive interests, she can't judge if a piece of information will be genuinely interesting to someone, and she doesn't take social cues very well.

She frequently interrupts people when they're talking (an ADHD symptom btw), even when they're literally talking to her about the thing she wants to hear!

(C: "Do you find that? Because I totally find that!" J: "Uh, yeah, I-" C: "-And no matter how hard I try....")

(J: "I know the last thing I deserve is another shot, but-" C:"Jeremy, just... say what's on your mind.") (girl I'm sorry but that's what he was doing..... I have a whole other thoughtpiece on how this particularly fucks with Jeremy while they're dating but thats another thing...)

She doesn't seem confident in her interpretations of people's emotions and she'll ask/talk about them point blank (both theirs and her own) in a way a lot of people would find rude

("Uh, you seem really nervous...") ("Popular people are fucked up! *mutual laughter* …I mean, you're one of them!") ("I am flattered, this is new / still I'm not sure what I should do" <- as a response to getting asked out, that's pretty bold! Plus the entire part where she laughs at Jake's "rich boy routine") (also compare and contrast to Jeremy's "I don't know what I'm supposed to say right now." idk. are your allistic stage dorks in the room with us right now motherfuckers)

I'd go on about her hyperfixations/special interests too but I think Play Rehearsal pretty much sums it up lol

2. How she was ostracized

All this to say that I am CERTAIN she spent a lot of her schooling having "nice girls" patiently let her sit with them at lunch for weeks at a time until they finally get sick of her rambling and faux pas. Only when they leave does Christine realize that they didn't actually care about anything she said... And this happens over and over and over. (I know this seems hella specific but I swear it's an actual phenomenon... at least I'm pretty sure? sdjflksjf)

But anyway, it's clear that by the time they're juniors, Christine has kind of (and I do only mean kind of) figured out what behaviour other people respond poorly to. And from evidence I stated in the intro, I think she's become really careful about which people she lets herself get attached to. She doesn't want this to ever happen again - which means if she's going to hang out with someone, she has to know that they actually care about her, that they know she will sometimes be obnoxious or blunt, and they'll still be okay with that forever.

3. Applying this to her canon relationships

You can extend this to Jake, someone who sees her in her element in drama rehearsal (the thing everyone finds annoying about her because she won't shut up about it) and STILL likes her. I think it's a totally valid reading that her bluntness with him later ("Upgrade") is just because she misreads him / doesn't quite get the social standard that she should be white lying instead. But I think you could also read her as testing the waters. If she's really going to commit to dating this guy, she's gotta know he's okay with her being herself. And the fact that this guy (and I think it's significant that he is a boy, for reasons I'll explain in the end note) genuinely seems to like her is a whole new level of peer validation ("I am flattered, this is new") -- so of course she's gonna fall at least a little! It doesn't hurt that he's "tired of being the person that everyone thinks that I am..." just like her!

Her history with being pity-liked makes Chloe's "advice," that Jake's just toying with her and is going to move on soon, even scarier, because that's genuinely happened to her (on a platonic level) so many times before.

Jeremy is also a good candidate from the beginning because he's weird he's a weirdo he doesn't fit in and he doesn't wanna fit in you ever see him without this stupid cardigan on? that's weird! And she keeps warming up to him not only because they're getting to know each other but because he gets progressively more willing to not only tolerate (as Jake does) but *participate* in her weirdness!

First, she does something weird and he tolerates it ("Play Rehearsal"); the next time she's weird, he participates! (bowling ball before GTIKBI). Then finally finally finally he initiates the weirdness and lets her join in! ("weird noises" exchange before GTIKBI reprise).

And notably, it is THIS moment that canonically signifies that they've hit the apex of their canon relationship development. If there was an achievement called "Befriend Christine," it would have popped up right then and there!!!

IN CONCLUSION: YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM T_T

4: Christine vs. Jeremy: Gender differences & how that ultimately impacts their social goals

I also think all of this would have happened to Jeremy too if he'd been a girl. But because, generally, young boys feel less social obligation than girls to take pity on the autistic kid (and because boys tend to be more quickly recognized as autistic) he just ends up completely alone for most of his school life (Michael nonwithstanding - and yeah there's an important distinction between your childhood friend putting up with you and knowing that, woah, I guess literally nobody else ever will).

Meanwhile, Christine has had people "put up" with her, and she's SICK OF IT!

That's part of why their complexes are so different, because Christine is trying to check everyone she meets to make sure they'll be okay with her weirdness before she gets attached, Jeremy is trying to eliminate his weirdness altogether because he's never even experienced his peers listening out of *pity* so how the hell can he expect someone to ever listen to him out of *interest?*

Jeremy has never had someone pretend to like him before, so he completely lacks Christine's fear of befriending someone who secretly hates you. He doesn't realize how bad it'll hurt him if he destroys his real self for popularity, if he befriends people who would have bullied his real self. He doesn't know what disingenuous friendship feels like, so like a very young Christine he's still actively trying to get there because he thinks it's the only kind of validation he'll ever get.

Do you see what im saying? Do you see it???? AUAUGUGUUGGH

THANK YOU FOR READING!!! If you have thoughts or even rebuttals please share i am so desperate to discuss the blorbos

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willowser · 5 months

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haiii willow!! i was reading through your work (as i usually do when I’m on here) but i wanna know your thoughts on whether young, early 20s bkg - who currently has a thing for reader - would he feel this impending urge of sexual attraction?? i feel like at that point of time he wouldn’t be having much sex, if any at all but ofc reader is beautiful and sweet and gorgeous!! do u think he’d ever have moments where he’s ogling or he’s just back in his bedroom and all he can think are perverted thoughts and he’s like, “fuck.”

i will continue stalking ur page and reblogging so that’s all! love u🩷🩷🩷👼

oh i am smooching you smooching i say, bc i love this scenario it is my freaking bread and butter 😌✨️🩷

i think he definitely would !! not a total clueless virgin, but he's not really feeling it with anyone, and maybe hasn't for a while—if ever. and maybe he's just like, eh i've got more important things going on rn than who i'm having dinner with i hardly have time to have it with myself 🥺

bc i imagine early 20s bakugou very specifically, especially after what's going on in the manga, so i can completely see him being so sidetracked and not even interested in romance—and then you come along 🥺 and i think it would take him a while to get there, honestly, like. he's got you in the back of his mind for a whole year, even. doing his best not to think about it, but every now and then when things are quiet, his mind is wandering until he's thinking about how you wish him a stupid good morning ! every day and always make small talk with him about all kinds of random shit 😒🥺 he resists the idea that you give him butterflies and tries to tell himself you make him sick LOL

but then—something happens. something small, i think, that is such a non-event but it launches you to the forefront of everything, all at once. maybe you say something funny that makes him do his little evil smile or ask him a question and really listen to what he's saying with big beautiful eyes or you wave at him as you pass each other in the hall and kirishima is with him and then turns to him, grinning so fucking wide, and he's like "bro....why're they smiling at you like that ?? 😏😏😏" and that has bakugou thinking to himself.....oh shit........are they smiling at me like that ??? and then he's so totally gutted by the fact that—he wants you. oh man, he wants you so bad. and i've said this before but i think because he tries to fight that feeling for so long, once he finally accepts it, he's like full speed ahead. he opens that door and it's like the floodgates, the dam has broken, he's neck deep the minute he stepped over.

and i really think bakugou's attraction to someone—like his deep, genuine, heart-achy kind of attraction to someone—is based on who you are, and so the more time he spends with you and the more he thinks about you and the more he gets to know you, it just builds and builds and builds LOL and then that sexual attraction comes bull-dozing in, i think. and i love to talk about this but he thinks he's so not a meat-head that thinks with his dick but he definitely catches himself checking you out and is SO MAD LMAOOO

he's also such a—make a plan, make it happen kind of person, so once he decides he can't stand doing nothing, he's trying to figure out how to make you his. and in trying to plan that out, he's going through scenario after scenario, thinking about what differently he could do when he sees you and how you'll respond, imagining it late at night, dreaming about what you'd say and what you'd do.....what that would lead to, eventually AND HE FEELS LIKE SUCH A PERV LMAOOO he's such a dork

god i literally could go on and on about this forever you don't understand akdhfjskkq this is one of my favorite scenarios for him it's just my default thinking state this point LOL hiiiii friend !!! tysm for asking !!! 😌🩷✨️

#i'm unhinged for him sorry #tysm for checking out me things 🥺🥺 for being here with me 🥺🥺🥺#i could talk about THIS FOREVERRRRRR #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: pre relationship bakugou

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yunjardi · 2 years

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just a friend (jake x fem reader)

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warnings::: smut (!! mdni !!), angst???, swearing, dom/cocky jake, female-bodied reader, hints of a toxic relationship w/ current bf (sunghoon), mentions of weed, alcohol, oral, unprotected sex, usage of the pet name slut, reader calls jake daddy like once, choking, mirror sex, bulge kink, fingering, dirty talk, cheating (idk if i missed anything :,) pls lmk if i did)

w.c. ~3k

•intentional lowercase

sorry for any errors, i didn’t really take time to read this over to make sure that it made sense LOL

read part 2 here

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"seriously, sunghoon?!" you exclaimed, your voice breaking up due to the yelling that's been taking place in your shared home with your boyfriend, "it's getting harder and harder for me to deal with your shit! how did you think i was supposed to react to you grinding on another girls ass at a club? did you expect me to be fine with it or something?! i'm sick of this shit!" it was getting more and more difficult to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes as you stood in front of sunghoon who reeked of weed and hard liquor.

nam-ji, a friend of yours, had spotted him at a nightclub at around 7:40-ish (it was now a quarter til 9) after he told you that he was gonna be late because of working overtime, and she managed to take a few shots and videos of him fooling around to send to you.

"babe, i was drunk and smoking! i didn't know what the fuck i was doing! i didn't even know who that bitch was anyway, so why does it matter?" sunghoon said in frustration (as if he had the right to be), banging his fist against the counter. "see? here you go with your excuses again; excuse after excuse after excuse. when will you ever own up to the shit you do?!" you refuted as you began to walk away, not wanting him to see the fact that you were beginning to cry. "where are you going? stop being so dramatic," he complained (again) as if he had the right to do so.

he tried to grab onto your wrist, but you quickly swatted at his hand as soon as you felt his touch. "get away from me, i don't even wanna look at you right now," you said with an even weaker voice than before. "fine," sunghoon sighed out before walking away and plopping down on the couch without a care in the world. you slammed the bedroom door, locking it so that he wouldn't try to come in.

a quiet sigh left your lips as you sat defeatedly on the edge of the soft bed that you and sunghoon had been sharing for over a year now. aggressively wiping the tears off of your face, you pick up your phone and shoot nam-ji a text message.

are you still at the club?

you waited for no longer than 5 minutes before she texted you back.

of course i am lol, what's up?

a mischievous smile crept onto on your face with this new found information as you swiftly replied to her message.

i'm on my way

you hopped off the bed and made your way into the bathroom, looking at your tear-stained face in the mirror. it's my turn.

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with one final look in the full-length mirror, you opened the bedroom door for the first time since the verbal altercation with sunghoon to see him fast asleep on the couch, a movie playing in the background. you couldn't help but sigh at the sight of it. yeah, sunghoon may be a shitty guy at times, but you can't seem to forget the good times that you two had when you first got together. you quickly shook off those soft thoughts as you began to remember why you guys argued in the first place, continuing to storm out of the house, making sure to slam the door on your way out to make it known that you were leaving.

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your uber driver pulled into the parking lot of the nightclub, unlocking the door for you to step out. nam-ji and a few of her other friends came to meet you by the door of the club, ready with cocktails to give you immediately to get the party started as soon as possible. "what's up, y/n!" nam-ji said as she threw her arm over my shoulder, "came to escape sunghoon?" you rolled your eyes as you took the cocktail that she offered me, "don't even say his fucking name right now." you gulped down the cocktail as nam-ji dragged you over to the dance floor, spinning you around all crazy to try and cheer you up. "get us another round of drinks, y/n!" nam-ji said loudly so that you could hear her over the thumping bass of the music. you nodded and disappeared into the crowd, making your way to the bar.

to your surprise, the bar was fairly empty considering how full the club was. sitting at the bar were a small group of friends and a handsome guy with beautiful dyed blond hair, wearing a long-sleeve black satin button-up polo shirt with the sleeves rolled up perfectly to where you could see his muscular forearms. your black satin mini-dress perfectly matched his shirt as if it was destiny that you two were supposed to meet tonight. ‘his arm would look perfect hooked around my waist,' you smirked to yourself as you approached the part of the table he was sitting at. you sat yourself down on the chair next to his, as you made eye-contact with the bartender. "a round of vodka shots, please," you said in a sweet, yet seductive tone (hoping to get the handsome guys's attention) as you began to pull cash out of your wallet to pay for the drinks. just then, you were confronted by a veiny hand that gently pushed yours away, handing the bartender a shiny credit card.

“it’s on me, sir,” he said to the bartender, his thick accent making you melt. you quickly looked to the side to see a smirk plastered face, blushing at how sexy he was. “you really don’t have to,” you sputtered out in shock, still taken back by the gesture. “i wanted to,” he chuckled, “pretty girls like you should be spoiled by a handsome guy like me.” oh, he’s hot and he is well aware of it; his confidence somehow began to consume your being, a hot pit growing in your stomach of lust and desire. “is that so?” you responded, inching slightly closer to him, making him visibly flustered which boosted your confidence, “who are you to be so bold, hm?”

“jake sim,” he replied with an amount of confidence that you didn’t even know someone could exude, “and you?” “y/n,” you said, hoping that the club was dark enough for him to not see how red your face had turned. for a second, your mind drifted back to sunghoon, but your thoughts were immediately swayed back to jake’s alluring energy. “what’s on your mind, beautiful?” jake asked, noticing that you seemed lost in thought. “do you really wanna know?” you asked and he nodded as you looked into his deep brown eyes.

“you.”

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everything went so quickly that you don’t even remember how you ended up pressed against his bedroom door, lips locked onto his in attempt to mute the lewd sounds that left your lips, sunghoon nowhere in your mind; your mind was filled with jake and only jake.

not breaking the kiss, you and jake stumbled over to his bed, craving more of each other. jake began to slowly unbutton his silky shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs, you followed his lead and began to undress yourself alongside him. you sat on your knees on the bed, him standing in front of you as you unbuckled his leather belt, the clinking of the metal riling you up. “such a slut,” he chuckled sexily as he ran his slender fingers through your hair, “so eager to get in my pants, hm?” you bit down on your lip as you slowly slid his trousers down his legs. “can you blame me?” you teased as he threw his pants to the side, moving onto the bed next to you, rolling you over to face the huge mirror he had hung on his wall as he landed a spank on your ass that was still clad in pretty, lacy panties.

jake pulled you up by your thighs, wrapped his hand around the nape of your neck, and pushed your upper body down onto the bed in a dominant manner, making sure your back was arched just the way he liked it. “yeah, that’s right. you look so pretty with your ass up for me and only me, but you’re gonna look even prettier with my cock stuffed inside your pussy. gonna make you forget all about that son of a bitch boyfriend of yours, right, princess?” his words and actions caused your panties to cling to your soaked entrance as you let out a hum in approval. suddenly, jake ripped your panties down your thighs, roughly lifting up your calves to discard them onto the floor.

“i’ve barely even laid a finger on you and you’re already soaking wet. how cute,” Jake cooed teasingly against your trembling thighs, desperate for him to touch you in all the right places. just then, you felt his lips kissing up and down your thighs, only prolonging your desperation for him. “please touch me, jake,” you begged as you gripped the blanket that was spread across the bed. “i have no choice since you asked so nicely,” jake smirked against your skin, his lips getting closer and closer to your warmth with every kiss. he proceeded to lick a stripe down your aching entrance, causing you to whine at the sudden contact. he moaned against your pussy as he continued to work his tongue against your now desperately aching warmth, inserting one of his long fingers inside you. he used his free hand to massage your soft ass, spanking you occasionally when you’d start to moan louder. “i want you so b-bad,” you whined out, your legs already shaking in anticipation. “use your manners, slut,” he growled as his hand landed harshly on your ass. “please, daddy,” you whined again as your legs began to close, craving friction. “that’s my girl,” he said softly against your back as he lined himself up with your entrance, pushing his length in.

his size caused you to let out a gasp as he bottomed out. as soon as he started to move, you bit down on the blanket in attempt to silence your moans only for jake to softly tug on your hair to pull your head up. "eyes on me or i'll stop, got it?" he demanded, pointing at the mirror that was across the room on the opposite wall.

"y-yes," you moaned out, desperate for him to begin moving again. "good girl," he breathed out seductively as he began to thrust in and out of you again.

you made sure to keep looking at him in the mirror, not wanting him to stop even for a split second. you watched the way he'd bite his lip whenever you'd clench around him. "jake, please don't stop," you begged as he looked up, making eye contact with you in the mirror, making you blush. "oh princess," he chuckled cockily, "i don't plan on stopping any time soon."

just then, he pulled his soaked cock out of you to switch positions, slamming you back down onto the bed and spreading your legs. he brushed his tip teasingly against your entrance, causing you to squirm and helplessly beg with your eyes for him to slam back into you. "please, please, please," you whined quietly as he lowered his head to trail kisses from your neck down to your lacy, see-through bra, still barely putting his tip inside. "what a needy slut, begging for me to shove my big cock inside her," he scoffed, immediately shoving the entirety of his length inside you, your walls clenching around him almost violently as you hooked your legs around his waist in hopes to feel him even deeper than he already was.

jake wrapped his veiny hand around your throat as he pounded you until you were getting sore. the moans you let out were almost pornographic, which drove him insane. "fuckkkk," he groaned out against your neck, "get up and ride me." you immediately follow his command as you two switched positions.

you hovered over him enough so that you could sink down onto his still stiff cock, moaning as you sank further and further down until he was entirely inside you. "it's so big," you whined quietly as you shifted your hips around to adjust to the new angle that you were taking him in. "poor little slut, trying so hard to take me," he cooed almost mockingly, "oh, look at that." he put his hand just below your bellybutton where his cockhead made a small part of your stomach bulge out. he took hold of your hips to start rocking them back and forth on his length, watching the bump move with the movements of your hips. "f-feels so good," you moaned out as you began to take the lead, putting your hands down on his toned abs to speed up the pace. "fuck, just like that," he threw his head back and groaned out as his hands firmly gripped your thighs, "who knew such a cute girl would be such a whore?" his sweet, sexy smile completely contradicted his words and actions.

you felt yourself getting weaker and more and more overstimulated as jake brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles as you continued to grind your hips against his. before you knew it, you creamed all over his veiny member while moaning out his name and leaving nail marks on his abdomen and upper thighs. you could feel his cock twitching inside you as you still gently rolled your hips against his. not wanting to risk the effects of him cumming inside you, you got off of him and began to stroke his aching cock with your hands before placing kisses up and down his shaft, making him roll his eyes back. "shit," he breathed out as he finally released the orgasm that he'd been holding back since the beginning. you licked his shaft clean as he ran his fingers through your hair. "such a good girl."

after getting cleaned up, jake came back into his bedroom with a cold glass of water and a snack for you. you blushed at his gesture as you gladly took the snack from him, starting to eat as he scooted into bed next to you. after finishing your snack and water, jake held you close to him as you both drifted off to sleep, completely forgetting that sunghoon was home alone doing god knows what. in fact, you didn't care.

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you and jake don't even fully remember waking up. all you personally remember is panicking when you realized you were still in bed with him, the remnants of last night's makeup being on your hands after rubbing your eyelids and slipping on last night's dress because you had no other clothes.

"hey, jake?" you asked, him looking at you quickly with his cute puppy face that was completely different from the sexy dominant expressions of last night, "d-do you mind taking me home?" you were kinda nervous about his answer but immediately stopped worrying when he smiled and grabbed his keys from the counter. "on one condition," he started, you nodded then cocked your head to the side slightly, wondering what his 'one condition' was, "you have to give me your number." you blushed hard as you handed jake your almost dead phone, and he smirked as he entered his number into it. "okay, now we can go," he chuckled as he opened the front door, letting you out first.

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"is this the one?" jake asked, pulling up into the driveway and pointing at the little house that you shared with sunghoon. "yup, this is it," you sighed as you looked back at him, "text me, okay?" he smiled and looked down shyly, "you don't have to tell me twice." you both shared a few more smiles before waving goodbye to each other. jake made sure to stay in the driveway until you safely got inside the house, leaving once you closed the front door.

you were greeted by a seemingly fuming sunghoon right as you opened the door, but for whatever reason, you weren't as phased as you thought you'd be. "where the hell were you? and who the fuck was that?" he interrogated in an aggressive manner, one of his hands beginning to clench into a fist. you shrugged as you walked past him.

"just a friend."

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a/n: sorry if this is super fucking cliché, i just wanted to start posting some fics since it’s been years since i've done this. but anyway, i hope that you enjoyed reading it, and feel free to let me know if you want a part 2 of this fic :”””)

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