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nclgsticore · 1 year

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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Credit to GIF owner. GIF is not mine <3

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

'𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝟖' 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Summary: Reader is in a relationship with Nine Ball (Leslie), but one night reader is acting a bit off with Nine Ball

Warning: Angst, Death (Reader) in the end, sad, overthinking!Nine ball, tell me if there is more-

Song OST of this chapter

Nine Ball's POV

Y/n's pretty drunk and tired tonight. I dragged my stupid girlfriend to my place tonight since she's been slurring like an ass and I loved this side of her. Not the clingy one. This is just pure performance for me, seeing y/n this drunk after our whole night out with Amita and Constance.

Once we reached my apartment, I unlocked my door, still holding y/n tightly before going in and closing the bloody door, I dragged her to the couch and laid her there.

"Girl, you're fucking drunk to hell! How much did you drink, man?"

"Ehehe- I- ahahahahahah!!" She laughs like a fucking joker, so I go to the toilet before turning the shower on. I lifted y/n before carrying her to the toilet and stripping her down. I am still stunned seeing her back tattoo from the mirror reflection because it looked hot on her...

I slowly stroked her back, touching the tattooed skin, before planting kisses on her neck, making her squirm under my action.

"I-It tick-lessss Leslieeee..." She says before kissing my neck slowly like she always do when she's happy. She hugged me, resting her face at the crook of my neck which it feels like she's not even drunk right now.

"Leslieeeee...."

"Yes little dumbo?" I answered before she continues,

"I loveee youuuu!!"

"I know that dumbo. I love you too stupid."

"Heheheheheheeeeeee..." She giggles before she pulls back and cups my face using her cold hands. She leaned closer and rested our forehead together, brushing our noses together, making me smile from her silly attitude.

"What is it you dumbo?" She just stares in my eyes and slowly trails to my lips. She looked scared to kiss me because I'm the one who always kiss her first according to my mood.

"N-nothing Leslieee..." She stopped cupping my face and looked away. I'm a bit confused right now. Why she's acting like this? Is it because she's drunk or she's already a bit sober already.

I pulled her face to look at me and I see tears in her eyes. S-She never cries....

"W-what's wrong little one? Tell me what's going on in your pretty head darling..." I changed my tone so she felt calmer because it works sometimes. She just looked away even though her face's facing me.

I pulled her legs wrapping my waist before turning the shower off and carried her to my bed, laying her on the side but she didn't move. I'm a bit worried now. Is she mad?

I crawled next to her, hoping she'll turn to me, snuggle into me, asking for hugs and kisses like she always do even though it annoys me all the time, but now I felt sad because she's like avoiding to give me any physical contact like she loves to do.

"Y/n darling... what's wrong? Come here, give me a hug boo? You love cuddles right?" She seems off. Something's wrong somewhere.

"You don't like hugs." Hugs? She always call it cuddles. I'm the one who call it hugs. What's going on actually right now?

"Just come here and give me your cuddles darling... you loved it right? Give me one baby..." Now I can feel my heart breaking seeing her like this. Did I change her? Tears starts dwelling in my eyes which I never cried before but this broke me. She just looked the other way, avoiding me.

I slowly slide behind her, hugging her from the back and her body tensed up suddenly. But I ignored it and I just hugged her tightly. Now I know how she felt when I don't give any affection to her. Now I totally understand the pain being ignored when you needed the person the most.

Her body slowly relaxes and she just sobbed softly, covering her mouth to muffle the sounds because she remembered I said to her I don't like a cry baby, I don't like cuddles or kisses unless I'm the one asked for it and now she's acting like it. A totally different person.

She doesn't even attempted to turn to me, asking me to cool her down or wipe her tears. I turned her body facing me before pulling her face into my chest and hugged her tightly while apologizing to her...

"I'm sorry baby, just please talk to me darling, I'm so sorry, please ask for cuddles from me baby... Don't ignore me please.. I'll give you as many kisses, cuddles and you can cling on me all day or just cry if you want to. But please. Don't push me out. I need you to talk to me baby..." I persuaded, begged, pleaded for her forgiveness because I felt like I'm losing her.

I don't want to lose her. Yes I call her stupid, dumbo and idiot. But she's my idiot, my little dumbo. Mine. I need her in my life.

I felt her arms slowly, but still shaking to hug me. I pull her arms, wrapping it myself before hugging her tighter and I felt her sobbing harder.

"It's okay boo, just cry. Go ahead. I'm not gonna get mad anymore. Please, just do anything you want to me. I'm letting you..." I reassured her before she looks up, with her eyes still pooling with tears. I wiped her tears and kissed her forehead softly, not wanting to let her go anymore.

"Y-you don't like kisses-"

"No darling, do whatever you want. I won't stop you anymore. It hurts without you asking for hugs and kisses for a moment. Go on baby..." She just looked at me, still unsure and I leaned my face closer before connecting our lips.

The kiss was slow, soft but full with love which y/n love it soft. She just sobbed before pulling back, leaving me a bit shocked.

"What's wrong y/n baby?"

"N-nothing... Y-you m-must b-be t-tired f-from t-treating m-my s-stupid a-ass... I-I'm s-sorryyy..." She said between sobs before turning away. What the fuck did I do to her? Why is she like this???

"Noo noo nooo baby, I'm not tired from dealing your attitude boo... I'm fine... Look! I want you to cuddle with me, come on darling..."

She turned to me before hugging me again. I want this to be forever. I love her so much which it hurts seeing her hurt.

"I'm s-sorry L-Leslie..."

"No darling... I'm sorry okay?"

"Leslie..."

"Yes baby?"

"Promise me something..."

"Anything for you boo..."

"Stay with me.. until the end of our life?"

"Stay, together until the end of our life baby. I promise..."

We linked our pinkies together before kissing our thumb as a promise...

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I remembered what happened a year ago while struggling to tidy up y/n's stuffs, putting it in a box to hand it back to Lou, her sister.

"Y/n... why did you leave me baby? I need you.. You promised to stay with me right? Why did you broke our promise? Why did you go first without me y/n?"

I looked at the picture that I took with y/n a few days before the day she died. We were so happy. Both of us were having so much fun at the funfair. She was smiling to ear to ear while holding the alpaca plushie that she got from one of the games she won. But now, I'm holding it in my arms, wanting to feel her again in my arms, hugging me tight like she used to.

But a few days after that, she got into an accident while coming back from work, back to me. She was hit by a truck and she... died..

The radio was playing our favourite song, but it don't sound the same. Our bed felt a little big bigger now compared to before anything of this happened..

I slowly sang along with the song I'm listening to while lying down on the floor, hugging y/n's plushie and hoodie..

In another life...

I would be your girl...

We'd kept all our promises be us against the world...

In another life...

I would make you stay...

So I don't have to say you were...

The one that got away...

#nine ball #ocean's eight #ocean's 8 #nine ball x reader #rihanna #angst #death #reader's death #fanfiction

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toruslvt · 1 month

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Mafia boss Sukuna “accidentally” getting his worse enemy’s daughter pregnant.

expanded here 𖹭

#𐙚 ⁞ a little death.#jjk sukuna smut #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut

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nkogneatho · 4 months

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widowed nanami who quits management job and opens a bakery after your name when you die. usually people try to forget their pain, and it is a human emotion to avoid things that bring them discomfort. but nanami kento defies that psychology.

people come every now and then pondering at the art on the walls. you always loved lilies so he drew them himself. he is not very artistic and the lines are a bit crooked, but it is still alluring.

he loves you to the point he dedicated a day in his bakery after you. cheesecake day. because it was the first thing he baked for you at the start of your relationship and you loved it so much. on this day, he prepares all kinds of cheesecake you adored. anything grabs attention of youngsters and social media quickly so they promote his shop and soon there is a big line outside waiting for the famous cheesecake. you'd be so happy if you were there.

he never wanted to forget you to be honest. what is the point in letting go of the one thing that keeps him alive? you are his every thought. every feeling. without you he is just a man with flesh and bones. no heart.

he has your engagement and vacation pictures mounted on the wall. when the customers ask how are you doing? he just smiles and goes "she's resting. i'll be next to her soon. i'll be home."

#i am not paying for your therapy #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami angst #nanami kento #nanami kento x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #nanami x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk angst #nanami fluff #tw.character death

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imclou · 1 month

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Hello @spadillelicious, just letting you know that your boys are still living rent free inside my head.

So i read Chapter 14 yesterday, let's just say i thought i was out of fanart ideas and i was terribly WRONG

|| Character Sheet ||

because i keep forgetting what colors to use

||Bonus ||

#y/n's hair is so inconsistent it's driving me crazy #my art #fanart #dca fandom #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf dca #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf #dca au #dca x reader #dca moon #love death and rollerskates

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spadillelicious · 5 months

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Sunhinged? This guy is no longer connected to the doorframe! /ref

#fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sundrop #fnaf dca #fnaf fanart #love death and rollerskates #spadille draws #sun x reader #fnaf sun x reader #security breach au #dca fandom #tw eyestrain #asdgfhfjdhfsjkl I know his pupils weren't visible in this scene canonically but it looked cooler

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will-of-dumpsterfire · 5 months

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casiia · 5 months

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༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; smile for the camera.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, very slight exhibition (i think?), v! penetration, choking, size kink, female reader, unedited.

.: masterlist.

simon has STACKS of polaroids of you for when he’s next deployed. you had bought the polaroid camera, all excited to pick up a new hobby; photography. he thought it was stupid, but doesn’t stop you and your aspiring career. you’re taking pictures of everything for the next few weeks. capturing every memory the two of you shared, and piles of pictures were scattered around each room in the house — random ones, blurred ones, blank ones that didn’t develop right.

when you suggest taking pictures for him one night, he doesn’t seem to catch the hint. why’d he have to waste his precious time and take pictures of you when you’re right here?

he still doesn’t understand. he huffs when you climb off of his lap and scurry into your shared bedroom, the soft mutters of the christmas movie you put on for background noise the only thing that catches his attention — and it annoys him. you come back, your shirt hiked up over your bra and the bulky coral-colored camera in hand.

you sit back onto his lap, shoving the polaroid into his hand and guiding his finger onto the button. he accidentally clicks it, a flash blinding you momentarily and you laugh.

“eager are we?”

he sucked on his teeth, his eyes rolling at your poor attempt to tease him. his free hand moves to your waist and dips his fingers below the hem of your shorts. you swat his hand away with a pout, mumbling something about patience but he’s too horny to hear – or care.

simon lowers the camera as you begin to pull your shirt over your head, you whine and tell him to hold it right. but he snaps back and complains that it’s blocking his view.

it’s your turn to roll your eyes, and you pout and tell him just to listen to you. he begrudgingly listens, muttering a retort under his breath that makes you smack his arm and shift off of his lap. but he’s quick to tug you back, saying he’s sorry and you’re just teasing him too much.

you shake your head, your finger hovering his, over the shutter button. you reach back with the other and undo your bra, letting it slip from your shoulder and into his lap. it’s then when you press down and simon takes a picture, your bare breast developing on the film as it slides out the exit slot. now he understands.

he watches with tight lips, waiting for the picture to develop and practically watching it turn into gold in front of his eyes. simon laughs in disbelief and looks at you, he wonders if this was your plan all along. play with it for a little before using it to make souvenirs for him, what a good girlfriend you were.

the hours blend and he has you bent and folded in every position he knows. it’s so embarrassing, and you find yourself covering your face or squeezing your thighs together, now trying to sheepishly hide from the lens.

but he tuts, reminding you that it was your idea. you can’t hide from him and if you try, he’ll keep you up all night — until he’s filled his album with enough pictures to relive any memory of you in bed.

he’s leaned back onto the sofa, one hand in your hair and one hand holding up the camera. he’s groaning loudly as you gag around his cock, your wide eyes fluttering up to meet his. he’s drooling at the sight, tears staining your blushed cheeks and dripping down your chin.

simon spreads his legs and angles the camera down to catch a glimpse of the way you have a hand wrapped around the base of his cock — too big for you to fit it all in your mouth. he snaps a picture, the flash making little dots cloud your vision.

you giggle, pulling your lips off of him to which he annoyingly grunts, trying to push back into your mouth.

“how many more of these are y’gonna take?”

you ask, pressing your cheek into the inside of his thigh. you’re not even looking at him anymore, so focused on his cock and the way your saliva makes his foreskin glisten.

he can’t resist, simon takes another picture and pulls the developing film from the dispenser, tossing it into the pile with the other pictures he’s taken. your face just looks so small aligned with his cock, the angle making him so much larger than he was.

“m’takin as many as i want. what am i gonna do when i miss you when i’m away and need to release some stress?”

simon tugs at your hair, nodding over to the cushions next to him. his hands immediately find your waist when you stand and he pushes you down into the couch. your hair sprawling over the pillows as you look up at him with wide eyes.

another giggle escapes you, your hand covers your mouth to suppress the laughter. it wasn’t that you were surprised about him being so needy, it’s the way he had a mountain of pictures lazily tossed into a pile. film wrappers crumpled lazily and strewn across the coffee table, the packages once holding refills for the film.

“what’s funny, bun?”

simon’s voice is hoarse, he’s spreading your legs and another picture is added to his collection. the way your cunt is glistening with the flash, your juices smeared on your inner thighs. he swears he’s going to cherish these forever, keep them around til’ they are all tattered and barely visible.

your breath is knocked from your lungs, and you can’t form words no matter how hard you try. he’s sliding his cock in between your folds, nudging your clit with his angry red tip. you whine, your hips bucking up to meet his, needing more friction to ease your arousal; and he takes another picture, how he wishes these images could capture sounds.

he’s pressing his fat, heavy cock against your stomach, a groan spilling from his lips when his tip is leaking just below your belly button. simon smears his precum against your skin, translucent globs dribbling from his slit.

“look at that, gonna be in your fuckin’ stomach.”

simon grins at the sight, but before he gives you the pleasure of filling you up, he’s leaning over you and pressing his lips to your neck. your fingernails dig into his shoulders, crescents forming under your touch, and a slew of apologies is mumbled under your shaky breath.

he hums into the crook of your neck, nipping harshly at your skin before dragging his rough tongue over the spot — soothing the bite. simon trails down to your breast, leaving a path of love bites and covering you in his mark.

while he has you distracted, he shifts his hips and pushes himself into you slowly sinking in inch by inch before he’s balls deep. he leans back and he groans at the sight, you are completely exposed for him with his bitemarks sloppily etched into your skin, a bulge forming in your belly. he slides his calloused hand up in between the valley of your breast and he wraps his hand around your neck, he squeezes lightly, and when you moan quietly as if flustered like it’s the first time he has you filled with his cock — he snaps another picture. afraid that this moment will vanish.

that was the last of the film that he has. but god, it’s worth it. he promises he’ll buy you more in the morning, but he’s dropped the camera and holding you close. his throbbing cock plunging in and out of your squelching cunt, your juices painting his abdomen, shining his muscles under the dim light.

when he has to leave, he gathers EVERY SINGLE ONE and hides it in between the pages of an old magazine. no one would be caught dead snooping through his things, but it was a precaution he took because he didn’t want you exposed for all of his teammates to see. you were his, and he was never one of share.

AN: guys...i don't even have words tbh. just simon and like he WOULD take so many pics i'm just sooo :((( urgh. i hate him. if i missed any warnings lmk!

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killuintense · 6 months

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put me in a room with him and I won't be the one who gets pregnant.

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murderofravens · 10 months

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finally got this leon with some hairy arms but now i can't stop having insane thoughts about him with chest hair... mmffgghnnnhhh

dilfy old man leon makes brain go brrrrrr...

#leon kennedy #infinite darkness #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy #resident evil x reader #resident evil #death island

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mulatto-macchiato · 1 month

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Don't trip, klutz.

this crazy sun guy is hot such a dick to my sweet moon bby

I once tried toe stopping like Sun as a kid. landed on my face.

shin bones? still missing

I've wanted to draw these guys for a long while now. They give me brainrot. UGH, I love these boys so much!!~ (i uncuffed Sun's sleeves cause the foreground one was trying me omg)

Love, Death and Rollerskates -> @spadillelicious

READ THE FIC

(close up + flat color under cut)

#love death and rollerskates #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf sundrop #fnaf dca #fnaf moondrop #dca au #dca fandom #sun and moon fnaf #fnaf security breach #security breach au #moon x reader #moon x y/n #sun x reader #sun x y/n #LattoMacchiatoDraws

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soupdweller · 1 month

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@spadillelicious i love your au so much

also i couldnt stop laughing at them skating across the screen so have this gif:

speedpaint under cut~

#sun dragging the y/n onto to skating rink with an innocent smile lesgooooo #also i love love love ur designs; the colors are just so fun #also ive realised that i refuse to draw a y/n without a cap. they have to have one. its surgically infused to their head. im sorry #love death and rollerskates #dca x reader #sundrop #fnaf sun #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant #dca fandom #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #my art

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 8 months

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How to train your pet Human pt.2 (Yandere!Alien X GN!Reader)

part 1, part 3

CW: Abduction, imprisonment, yandere themes, death, pet/owner relationship, tickle torture, humiliation, sexual themes, angst

"There they are~" Kirtch bent to pick (Reader) up, lifting them easily like a child and carrying them with one hand under their butt. (Reader's) face scrunched up in embarrassment. They were wearing an ugly shirt, both baggy and synched tightly, flowy around the body but locked in place like a neck corset at the top and wrists. When Kirtch first presented the tacky gift, (Reader) had ran to hide, forcing Kirtch to wrestle the outfit onto them.

With all of the unnecessary buttons and ties, (Reader) was incapable of taking it off themselves, and was now sulking.

"I have a lot of duties today that cannot be completed in my office, so I thought you might enjoy coming with me so you don't have to be couped up alone." Kirtch gently knocked his forehead into (Reader's).

'Escape chance, escape chance, escape chance-' "Yeah, that sounds nice." (Reader) tried to contain their excitement, consciously aware of their heart beating loudly in their chest.

"Wonderful! I've packed a couple of toys to keep you occupied if you get bored, as well as snacks." He replied happily, seeming so pleased with himself as he briskly walked down the hall from his bedroom towards the main hall. The two passed by many other aliens walking up and down the corridors, none of whom seemed to be the same species as Kirtch. Everyone wore the same cloak, standing them out from the creatures in the shopping district, a uniform slightly lighter in color than Kirtch's. Most would pause while walking to rub a hand over where their noses should have been, and Kirtch would raise a hand in response.

"What are they doing?" (Reader) whispered.

"It is a sign of respect. I am their superior, so if they are not in a rush to get somewhere they are greeting me."

Fear tickled (Reader's) spine. "Are you guys in the military?"

Kirtch laughed, a high pitch clicking sound that almost sounded like a broken music box. "No. I'm just an upper level leader in our trading company."

They arrived in front of a decorated wall, and Kirtch squeezed (Reader) a little while smiling. "Now this is a very important meeting, I need you to be as quiet as possible, okay?"

(Reader) huffed. "I'm not a child."

"I know you aren't. You're a very sweet pet, who is most definitely a grown adult human."

They felt humiliated. It had been almost a month since they were bought by Kirtch, and they did everything in their power to not anger him or appear as though they needed "release". (Reader) constantly watched and waited for the perfect escape attempt, while fighting off Kirtch's affections in as non threatening a way as possible. Like they were emulating a cat. (Reader's) skin burned, but they held back their tongue.

The wall opened, revealing a board room (at least that's what (Reader) assumed it was), a bare room only decorated with a long table surrounded by stools. Kirtch sat (Reader) on the floor and pulled out a sack from the inside of his cloak. While they didn't want to immediately act the part of a good pet, (Reader) was curious as to what was in the bag. The first thing they pulled out, however, was a taxidermied cat. (Reader's) eyes widened, and they couldn't contain their anxiety, shaking as they stared into the cat's glass eyes. Was this some kind of threat?

"Do you like it? I've been meaning to buy you more human toys, so I thought you would appreciate a stuffed animal." Realizing that the 'gift' was not malicious, the nervousness immediately dissolved into mental fatigue.

"Oh. I get it. Stuffed animal. Yeah." They put the animal back in the bag, hoping Kirtch didn't think their exhausted smile was permission to buy more dead bodies.

More aliens entered the room, greeting Kirtch before taking their seats. (Reader) couldn't understand what the meeting was about, since they were all speaking in Kirtch's native tongue, but their voices and faces were tense. The meeting went on for well over an hour, but (Reader) found it surprisingly entertaining, dubbing over their conversation inside their mind like Mystery Science Theater, chuckling with how wild their hand movements were. It was very human of them.

(Reader) fucked up, accidently snorting at one of the angrier aliens. Although they didn't understand the language, one of his sentences sounded awfully like "Pineapple farts", and with how intense his face was, it made it seem like he was describing how his ass felt. Their sound was so quiet it was almost inaudible, but the alien still noticed and spun his head in (Reader's) direction so quickly his exoskeleton creaked. (Reader) bit their lip to hide a smile, turning away from the conference to pretend to munch on their fruit (?) slices.

The irate alien began ranting louder, and (Reader) caught a word they had heard from a few of the underlings they had been introduced to. Bah-blk. Human.

Shit.

They snuck a glance towards the group very slowly to view Kirtch's expression, worried they may have angered him by interrupting the meeting. And indeed, his almost perfectly flat face was pulled into a scowl, but it wasn't aimed at (Reader).

"(Reader), pet, could you come here for a moment?"

His voice was light and smooth, as it always was when speaking to (Reader), but Kirtch's face was grave as he refused to break eye contact with the alien in front of him; said alien's shell glistened like he was sweating under Kirtch's glare. (Reader), not wanting to be punished later, left their spot on the floor and shuffled over to their owner. Kirtch pulled (Reader) into his lap the second they were within his reach, still staring daggers at the poor alien across the table.

He spoke to the offender, holding (Reader) lovingly with one arm as if to make a point. The man was panicked, waving his arms and sweating profusely, sounding apologetic. It wasn't enough, whatever it was he was saying. He referenced (Reader) as Bah-blk again, and then he was dead.

Before (Reader) could understand what it was that Kirtch had pulled out of his robe, a soundless shot was fired across the table, green blood splattering across the wall as the alien's head was pierced by some kind of projectile.

Everyone turned away, unsurprised by the killing. It was a lukewarm reaction, as though this wasn't the first time they witnessed someone die at Kirtch's hand. The body fell, head slamming into the table with a wet thud.

(Reader) didn't know what he had said, but to kill him... It was jarring. The young adult hadn't payed any attention to the tears dripping down their chin until Kirtch wiped them off. The roughness of his hand startled (Reader), making them flinch away from his touch.

For the rest of the meeting (Reader) couldn't pry their eyes away from the dead body lying across from them. It was a nightmare seemingly without an end, staring at a corpse while his murderer held (Reader) tenderly, rubbing his thumb on their side absentmindedly while discussing business with colleagues like it was a regular Tuesday.

If (Reader) was more aware, they would be disgusted with themselves for not fighting Kirtch as he picked them up to go back to their room, but they just wanted to go back to the safety of their *bed*, and couldn't force their brain to focus on anything else.

The bed was more like a twin sized pillow nestled in a metal cage, but it was soft and felt secure, like when (Reader) was young and thought that hiding under their blanket would protect them from the shadow people in their closet.

"Are you alright, (Reader)?" Kirtch asked, his voice full of concern.

(Reader) curled up, pulling the blanket tight over their face.

Kirtch sighed, and crouched down by (Reader's) bed. "(Reader), please don't be upset with me. If this is about my colleague, please know that what I did was necessary."

"Murder is never necessary."

"He tried to accuse me of not being.. as invested in the job as I should be. And that the reason for my lack of dedication was you. He used very strong language." Kirtch placed a hand on (Reader's) back. "I told him not to disrespect you. Yet he continued."

(Reader) began crying, shaking under Kirtch's touch. "Are you saying that I'm the reason he's dead?"

"Oh, pet.." Kirtch sighed again, pulling (Reader) out of the fetal position and into his arms. "I've always been incredibly interested in humanity. When I was a young child, there was a 'book' in my father's study about primitive species, and that's how I learned about humans. Did you know that you and I experience life differently from one another? Our brains function differently. We have different pain receptors; our brains' physiology are almost nothing alike; the diseases humans are capable of developing simply for existing are concepts we've never had to worry about. Even how we perceive the color spectrum, humans are so unlike any other sentient species I have met."

"I was so fascinated by Earth, especially by humans. We are not allowed to visit Earth as it is a restricted area, so much of what we know is recorded knowledge from captured defectors. My chances of meeting a human were next to none. Then, we had to dock in Dol-Hu, a shady planet only inhabited by criminals and those in hiding. And wandering through the market, I saw you."

"The one thing I've always wanted, for the past seventy years, I recognized you as a human immediately, even though you were so much cuter than I could have expected. You're so soft, and fragile, in comparison to my armoured flesh. You were bent over, but I knew from descriptions I had memorized what you were. As one who has always loved Earth, I am fluent in every Earth language we know of, so I was excited to communicate with you. I was so eager to have a piece of humanity. And now here you are."

(Reader) rolled over, their heart clenching painfully as they looked up into Kirtch's sadly smiling face. "I wonder what I look like through your eyes."

Their heart began doing somersaults in their throat as the tears continued flowing.

"You may have been the only human I've ever known, but I can say with confidence that you must have been the best humanity had to offer. I only want to give you the best life possible."

(Reader) wrapped their arms around Kirtch's midsection, sobbing loudly. His body didn't bend or squish under the full strength of (Reader's) embrace. And that was how (Reader) fell asleep, crying themselves into a nap.

When they awoke, they were alone, lying in the bed with the cat tucked into their arms. (Reader) left the room to find Kirtch at his desk, working on paperwork. The giant heard (Reader) behind him, and turned his attention on them, smiling as he held out his arms in an offer to pick them up. And much to his surprise, (Reader) willingly entered into his embrace, and allowed him to set them on his lap without pouting or making a fuss.

"I have a few more documents to look over, then I can play with you, okay?"

"Okay." Their voice was quiet and monotone, (Reader's) mind still fuzzy from crying so much before falling asleep.

"Are you still upset? Is there anything I can do to make you happy?"Kirtch laid down his work, trapping (Reader) in his arms.

"No.. you can continue working."

"You're more important than my work. I consider your unhappiness to be a crises."

Worry began to prick at (Reader's) skin. "I'm really fine, we don't need to play!"

"Need?"

Memories of the day (Reader) was bought flashed through their mind, causing them to go red and hot as they started to squirm in Kirtch's embrace. "I-I- didn't mean it like that!"

One hand left (Reader's) body to grab something from Kirtch's desk. "Don't fret, I recently purchased a new toy I thought would bring you joy."

(Reader's) eyes bulged out as they froze in anticipation, their heart hammering in their chest. But what Kirtch retrieved did not appear safe to go near any genitalia, a strange contraption formed of multiple thin prongs on a handle. Embarrassed that they had assumed something sexual was about to happen, (Reader) bit the inside of their cheek, puzzling over the strange discomfort they were feeling. "What's that?"

Kirtch raised (Reader's) shirt, and dragged the device across their skin, causing an involuntary shudder. It tickled.

"Ah! No!" (Reader) accidentally laughed, trying to push Kirtch away. He trailed the toy from their pelvic area visible above their pants to their left armpit. The light tingling sensation forcibly clenched their stomach muscles as they let loose a howl of laughter.

They couldn't breathe correctly, laughing so hard that their spasming abdominals made it feel like they were choking. But they couldn't stop, begging Kirtch to "knock it off" while their cheeks hurt from the smile they had. That damn toy tickled every inch of their body, not even noticing when Kirtch removed their pants. They kicked futilely, unable to break free from the assault. Their sensitive skin was almost becoming painful to the touch, but the laughter only got louder.

"pleASE! KIRTCH, stop!!" (Reader) heaved. Their whole body felt tender, highly reactive to each touch. Which made them aware of the fact that the only thing separating them from Kirtch's lap was a thin pair of underpants. With how they had been writhing on his lap, they were relieved that Kirtch didn't seem to have a dick that could become aroused from such movements.

(Reader's) smile fell. I have no idea how Kirtch's species reproduces. Maybe he can get erections, but he won't get one for me because he sees me as a pet. An animal. Their heart turned to concrete as it dropped out of its cage.

Kirtch halted his attack when he saw (Reader) go limp. "Are you tuckered out, pet?"

(Reader) tried to slide off his lap like jelly. "I'm done playing. I want to go back to bed."

"Alright, my stubborn little grump, what is it now? You were all smiles but a second ago, so what is it plaguing your mind?"

They tried to scrunch up their nose to prevent more tears from sheepishly forming. "I'm not a pet. I'm a human. I want to be treated like an equal!"

Kirtch's smile was replaced by a hurt scowl. "Is it so unpleasant being my pet?"

"No!" (Reader) interjected, not understanding why it pained them so much to see Kirtch upset, "I just want to, I just.. I don't know. This is confusing, and it feels.. weird. You're really nice to me, and sometimes it feels like... but then other times you treat me like I'm a cat. This isn't what I want. Either be a bastard and treat me like an animal or treat me like-" Their words caught in their throat. Treat me like what?!

A fearful kiss was placed on their forehead, ghostly with hardly any pressure. Kirtch's hands trembled on (Reader's) sides. "All I wish is to adore you for the rest of your life."

He pulled (Reader) into his chest, petting their back in a comforting manner. "I'll give you anything you ask for, I'll do anything you ask of me. Just to keep you happy, with me. You are all that I've ever wanted. All I wish is to care for you, and spend all my attention on you. If there is anything you want, please ask me. I need you to love me."

(Reader) felt so confused. Like a squid was destroying their gut, everything was uncomfortable and scary. They knew that Kirtch viewed them as a pet, he loved them how (Reader) loved their family dog as a child. But when they heard him begging for their love, it made them wish for an odd moment that he wasn't an alien. That (Reader) was sitting on their boyfriend's lap right now, a strange human man who sometimes infantalized them but only out of affection. Why couldn't this be simple? Why did (Reader) want him to kiss them right at that moment?

"I want to go home. I want to meet someone kind and fall in love." (Reader's) words stabbed Kirtch in places he never knew could hurt.

"I can't do that, (Reader)..." Kirtch's embrace constricted almost painfully tight. "You're all I've ever wanted. You can't ask me to let you go. I'll take such good care of you, you'll see. I have the rest of your life to make you fall in love with me."

They sat there, holding one another in agonizing silence, both loving each other in a way that they couldn't explain. The way their brains functioned didn't just mean that Kirtch could see a wider range of colors than (Reader), but the way their species experienced love was too vastly different for the other to comprehend. Despite Kirtch wanting to own (Reader), that was the greatest love he had ever felt, since his species did not pair bond and only mated when two beings agreed amicably that they wished to procreate. He knew that humans felt many forms of love, love for a mate, love for their offspring, love for a friend.. but to something that never felt any of those forms of love, Kirtch couldn't understand the difference between them.

"I love you, my little pet. And I will always love you."

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