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teapartyprincess4two · 2 months

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Talkative- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Yapper!reader x Boyfriend!Matt

classification: SFW & NSFW headcannons

inspiration: request

warnings: some 18+ content, use of y/n, established relationship

summary: head cannons of Matt with a talkative, yapper girlfriend!

Talkative- C. Sturniolo (Chris’s Version)

Talkative- N. Sturniolo (Nick’s Version)

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☆ SFW

It’s no secret that you love to talk, you can ramble on about topic after topic and never run out of things to say. Matt loves listening to you, whether you’re retelling your day or just discussing a topic you find interesting.

☆ you always ask him rhetorical questions in between your stories, “Okay, but can you believe she said that?” But you never give him enough time to respond.

☆ he just nods his head and hums in response, confused with all the characters of the story.

☆ when you’re watching a movie you always start asking questions about the characters or commenting on the scene.

☆ “why did they do that?” or “wow that’s a cute dress, I really like that.”

☆ most times he responds just so you know he’s listening, but other times he’ll ignore you because he’s too immersed in the movie.

☆ “Y/n I don’t fucking know, this is my first time watching this movie too,” and “That is a cute dress, baby. You’d look nice in it.”

☆ you’re ALWAYS last to finish your meal, mostly because you keep talking in between bites.

☆ he listens intently, responding in between mouthfuls of food with small “uh huh’s” and “yup’s.”

☆ by the end of your stories you’re usually not hungry anymore, so he eats your leftovers while you start yet another story.

☆ when you guys go through drive throughs he knows to just sit as far back into the drivers seat as possible.

☆ you’re leaning over him, chatting with the worker and somehow managing to learn their whole life story before you can even order.

☆ or when you’re going somewhere new and he needs the GPS you’ll constantly talk over it

☆ after missing like five exits, he begins to find it annoying

☆ “Babe, shhhhh,” he’ll smother your mouth with his hand while he grips the wheel with the other.

☆ that never stops you though, you just mumble from behind his hand.

☆ you’re such a good story teller that he can imagine everything you say.

☆ your stories have him dying of laughter, and it’s even funnier that you don’t laugh, you just continue telling the stories like normal.

☆ by the end of your story his face and ribs hurt from laughing so much, “Holy fuck that was hilarious.”

☆ when you say outlandish things he stares at you in shock, “Y/n! You can’t say that!”

☆ you just stare at him blankly and continue voicing your opinions.

☆ he looks at anyone who tells you to shut up with the ugliest, meanest stank face.

☆ you talk to EVERYONE whether it be in the checkout line in the grocery store or in the waiting room at the doctors office.

☆ Matt just turns away for one second and then when he looks back at you, you’re talking to an elderly lady and walking in the complete opposite direction.

☆ “Aw Matt, she said her cat died.”

☆ “Y/n, the cashier asked for your card.”

☆ “Oh, right! So sorry about that-”

☆ “You know what? I’ll pay for it,” he cuts you off before your rambling can distract you again.

☆ on the odd days that you’re quiet, he’ll know somethings wrong.

☆ you’re just sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix on the TV or typing away mindlessly on your laptop.

☆ “What’s wrong with you?” he says abrasively, like if he’s upset that you’re quiet.

☆ you’ll just shake your head, choosing to remain silent.

☆ “Did somebody do something to you? Why are you so quiet?” he’s ready to fight whoever made you upset.

☆ “I’m just tired,” you mumble, followed with a quick shrug.

☆ He doesn’t pry, he just lays with you and waits until your mood picks up so he can listen to more stories.

☆ if he ever starts telling someone a story you’re quick to interrupt, “no that’s not what happened!”

☆ he playfully rolls his eyes and lets you take the spotlight.

☆ NSFW

Although Matt loves listening to you talk, sometimes it becomes too much. So, he has to get creative and think of ways to shut you up.

☆ the movie is getting good and you won’t stop talking, asking about the characters and the storyline.

☆ next thing you know you’re on your knees with Matt’s dick in your mouth.

☆ he’ll let you do all the work as he continues to watch the movie in silence.

☆ sometimes you’re a little too friendly with strangers.

☆ Matt’s not usually the jealous type, but he knows that guys get the wrong idea when you’re talking to them and that they mistake your friendliness for flirting.

☆ he’ll pull you away and take you to a secluded area, “we gotta go.��

☆ “Wait but I wasn’t finished talk-“

☆ “we gotta go, Y/n.”

☆ then he’s fucking you and making you talk to him through it, “C’mon, I thought you weren’t finished talking.”

☆ you’re forced to babble your way through it, each thrust fogging your brain more and more.

☆ other times he’ll let you use your words to praise him.

☆ like when he’s eating you out, he just wants to hear you say how good he’s doing.

☆ “Yes, baby, right there. You’re making me feel so good.”

☆ after, he’ll make you ride him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

☆ “You feel so good, baby. So big, I can’t take it.”

☆ your words are always enough to send him into a frenzy.

☆ he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking into you until he cums.

☆ when you guys are done having sex, he’ll cuddle into your side and lay his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

☆ these are the moments when he talks and you just listen, only chiming in occasionally.

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MASTERLIST

A/n:

YAP 🗣️YAP 🗣️YAP🗣️

thank you for this request I luv that I’m cementing my legacy as a certified yapper 😏

- L.A.M.B👼🏻💗

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angelltheninth · 15 days

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BABE I JUST FINISHED WRIOS STORY QUEST AND THE CUTE SCENE MADE ME GO FERAL I NEED HIM IN WAYS THAT A NORMAL MAN CAN NOT SATISFY, so maybe would you please write something for my man (nsfw of course) You don't need to do it if you don't want too! Wrote to you cuz i would eat your writing for breakfast lunch and dinner literally a 5 course meal if possible 😍 anyways take care pookie <3 love you always!

You make me blush with your kind words!

Pairing: Wriothesly x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, handcuffs, taking orders, size kink, jail cell sex, dom/sub dynamics, name-calling, rough play, sex to destress, dom!Wriothesley

A/N: This came to me in... I don't know it's still early I don't know where this came from.

The rhythmic sound of sweaty skin sapping against skin echoed through the still empty halls of the farthest corners of the Fortress of Meropide. It's Warden was behind you, gripping the same bars you were handcuffed to. His strong, scared arms boxed you in further.

"Do you know why I'm doing this?" He questioned, biting your ear.

"N-No. No, sir. Please tell me." You had a small inkling as to why but a wrong answer would only serve to make him get rougher. You could barely stand as it his from how hard his cock slammed into your pussy.

Yet not knowing made him growl in anger, pushing in as far as he could, hitting your weak spot. Slick dripped down your thighs as you came, pushing back against his cock more, your soft ass rubbing against him. One of his arms wrapped around your body, silently telling you he's got you.

While his words told something else, "You're not done already are you. I'm sure they didn't appoint you as my assistant for nothing, you've got smarts. Think back. If you can't even do that don't worry, you can always be my free-use cocksleeve."

Another rush of wetness coated his cock as your pussy clenched around him.

"More. Spread your legs... wider." Wriothesley pulled out, then thrust back in, each one hitting deeper as your legs spread open, your arms strained, wrists pulling against the thick, metal handcuffs. "Good girl. See? You can listen. Why didn't you do it this morning too? You know how I like my tea prepared."

All this... because you made his drink wrong? "I'll do better next time, sir. I'll learn." His warm lips kissed over your shoulder, that's exactly what he needed to hear.

"Usually I don't forgive easily, the rules here are strict. However I could take it easy on you, this is your first mistake after all." His cock twitched inside you, one, twice, before it's fullness disappeared, slapping against your sensitive ass and spilling hot cum all over your back. "Do better next time and that's going inside you."

"Understood. I'll do better, I want your cum Wrio." Your boyfriend chuckled against your ear, undid the handcuffs and picked your body up bridal style to carry you back to his office. Naked.

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peachesofteal · 7 months

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Oh god - I’m still stuck on this.

18+ MDNI / explicit sex, dark and twisted themes

I've been thinking a lot about Simon Riley who doesn't want the divorce.

Simon who never wanted to be separated, who hates living apart. Simon, who would drag you to a tattoo artist to get your ring permanently inked to your skin so you could never be rid of him, if he could. He’s been actively avoiding the stack of papers that are waiting for his signature, staying on longer Ops, picking up extra work.

Can’t be divorced if there’s no signature.

Simon, who unbeknownst to you, still comes home. Still pushes open the back door in the dead of night, keeping his steps silent so he doesn't wake you. Simon, who stands in the doorway of your bedroom, his old bedroom, and watches you sleep on his side of the bed in those little, ratty shorts with your ass perked up in the air like you're waiting for him. Like you’re ripe, and ready.

Simon, who checks your birth control every night. Who’s pleased when he realizes this month’s pack hasn’t even been opened, every color coded pill still in place, foil glinting at him in the low light of the vanity.

Good girl, he thinks to himself, shutting your medicine cabinet with a silent click. Getting yourself all ready for him.

Simon, who agrees to meet you for dinner.

"Let's just sign and get it over with. We can catch up, too. Talk about what we want to do with the house."

"Alright, love. Whatever you want."

You're a bundle of nerves when he shows up, seated at a little table in the back, glass of wine already half gone.

Normally, he'd try to soothe you. You've always been naturally anxious, a little dependent, and in a social setting, a little high strung. He's well versed in navigating your emotions, calming you into a relaxed state with a few words or a reassuring touch.

But this time, he doesn't bother. He sits there with his arms crossed, watching you nervously chatter away, one hand flat on a manilla envelope. He stays quiet, letting you go on, watching your hands seek something to do, fingers finding your wine glass over and over.

You drink two glasses of wine before the entrees are served, dangerously close to your usual self imposed "three drink" limit.

One thing bleeds into another. You start to lean a little, in your chair. He nurses a bourbon, you order a shot after the meal.

"Want one?" Your tongue follows the seam of the lime wedge, dabbing along the spongy, white fibers before your teeth sink into the flesh of it, lime juice squirting across your tongue.

“You know I don’t like tequila, but you go on.”

You’re a bit sloppy by the time he gets you home, but still sweet like honey, like you used to be years ago. Before everything changed. Before you asked him to move out.

You’re giggly, excited when he bends you over the kitchen table, the kitchen table where you used to eat together, breakfast for dinner when he’d come home, waffles and bacon at one in the morning.

You don’t protest when he slides your skirt down your hips and over your ass, thumbs spreading you wide to reveal your glistening cunt, twitching and desperate.

“My poor girl, has it been so long?” He cooed, relishing in the way you moaned with your lips on the wood. He knows it has, knows you haven’t been with anyone since the last time he fucked you, months and months ago, on the night you asked for the divorce. “Don’t worry, I’m gon’ take care of you and this neglected little pussy.”

“You have to pull out.” You slurred, breath hot, fogging against the finish of the table. “Promise.” He grunts something under his breath, nonsense, but you can’t tell the difference, and when he slides inside your scorching cunt, you howl, breath hitching with the stretch.

Bleedin’ Christ. You’re so tight, so wet, soaked enough that it sticks to the curls around the base of his cock. How could he ever give this up?

“That’s it.” He kisses your shoulder, pressing his chest to your back with his weight, pinning you in place, his hands clamping down around your wrists like shackles. “Squeeze me tight, good girl. Show me-“ Show me how you’re going to hold my come in your tight little pussy once I fill you- comes to mind, but he bites his tongue instead, not willing to tip you off too soon.

To have and to hold.

“Simooon.” You sing, hips start to push back with him, fucking yourself onto his cock, chasing him, chasing your pleasure, mouth half open with the little pants and whines that are music to his ears. He keeps you pinned, flat against the table, fingers between your legs, stroking your clit, shoving you closer to your orgasm, delightfully pleased by the way your pussy pulses around him.

“Come on.” He urges, big hand between you and the table, pressing against your lower belly, still tapping away at your clit, indulging in the trembling of your legs.

“Fuck- fuck, Si.” You cry, clenching down around him with your orgasm, voice breaking.

“There it is… what a good girl.” He hisses, keeping his pace, pushing deeper and deeper until he’s notching himself nearly inside your womb. It’s overwhelming for you, he knows, but he doesn’t stop swirling his fingers around your clit, zapping electric pulses through body.

“Nngh Si. Too- ooh it’s- it’s too much.” You wail, a tear on your cheek, and he nods, nosing above your ear.

“You’re doing so good for me, so perfect.” It’s whispered with a groan, hands stroking your hip, keeping your steady, in place. “Just need a little more, just- just a little, I’m gonna-“

“What-” You ask, more with it now that you recognize the edge he’s riding, the roughness in his voice clueing you in to where he is, but he sends you back into orbit, pressing your clit and working you in circles. “Oh, oh.” Your hips rock, and he moves with the momentum, fucking into you faster, grunting the truth as he speeds towards the cliff, desperate to drive the car over the edge, eager to change the course of his life, your life, his marriage.

“Take it.” He spits, wide palm spread across your shoulder. Everything in him tightens, fire spreading through his veins, pressure rising in his body like a fucking tea kettle, about to scream out a whistle. He’s going to breed you, fuck you deep with his come and put a baby inside you, give you what you wanted years ago, the thing that made you cry alone in the middle of the night whenever he refused.

Well, he’s going to give it to you now.

“Fuck- here it comes.” You rock again, half lost to the world, eyes glazed over in pleasure, spasming around his cock with your second orgasm. He slams into you, burying deep and you keen, fingers gripping the edge of the table, his hips flush with yours like a lock.

And he’ll throw away the key.

His phone dings with a text, two days later.

“Still mad at you… Can we please meet up about these signatures?”

This became a full fic here.

#tw dark and twisty #tw forced pregnancy #🥞 anon #if you’re out there somewhere #this is for us #simon riley #simon riley x reader #I could write a whole fic #but I prob won’t #could prob be a sassy au honestly #peaches writes

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 4 months

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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Two

Summary: You decide to finally do something for yourself and ease your mind Pairing: f!reader x Jeon Jungkook Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Not too much for this chapter in particular besides mentions of domestic violence BUT yändere, manipulation, self harm, cheating, explicit language, smut, angst throughout the rest of the story a/n: Since you guys seem to be really liking this story I worked hard to get chapter two out quickly! Let me know what you think! p.s. Fuck me y'all I literally deleted chapter 2 but luckily I write on wattpad and I was able to restore it. I was literally about to cry Requested by the lovely: @kkusadmirer 💜

We had another fight.

Honestly I don't even remember what it was about, something stupid like I left the door open after I came in with the groceries and forgot to lock it. Or maybe it was the fact that I actually left the house and got them instead of just ordering them to get dropped off on the doorstep.

He always tells me it's too dangerous out there or that I should just wait for him to go with me instead. If I did that though we would never have any food here and I'm not about to order takeout for every meal.

I don't understand why leaving the door open would be such an issue. We live in a relatively nice complex and our neighbors always make sure to look out for me so I don't understand why something as simple as that could set him off.

But then again it doesn't take much to set him off these days, I guess it was something I should've expected.

He hasn't been home for two days and at this point I've decided that maybe it's time I went out for the night. Nothing crazy or anything but just, out.

Putting on yet another turtleneck I make sure that the old and new marks are covered. I've taken it a step further and put some makeup on to make sure that no one will notice. Although I doubt anyone would notice me anyways since I usually fade into the background.

But tonight isn't about feeling insecure in myself. Tonight is the night where I finally do something on my own and get out of the house.

Taking out my phone I look up the address for the local pub I've decided to go to, making sure to wear comfortable boots since it's a little ways away. I'm luck that it's winter right now so bundling up is normal, making my outfit even less suspicious.

Taking a couple of deep breaths I reach for the handle, unlock the door and step outside.

'Should I really be doing this?' I question but before I'm able to second guess myself I hear our next door neighbor unlock her door as well and step outside her door.

"Oh, y/n. What a pleasant surprise! It's been a while since I've seen your pretty face" she says scanning my features, clearly having heard the fight we had had the other day and making sure that I look okay.

"Hi Mrs. Mitchell. How have you and Mr. Mitchell been?" I ask, returning her warm greeting but feeling awkward talking to someone that isn't Taehyung or my editor.

"As well as we could be I suppose. Harry just turned 73 last month so he's been complaining about how old he his and how his knees don't work the way they used to. What can you expect when you get to our age?" she says, chuckling at her husband who is a few years younger than her.

"Seems like no matter how old men get, they still whine and complain whenever they get sick or injured" she continues, clearly trying to lighten my spirits. "I guess so" I say, not daring to bad mouth Taehyung since he's probably already gotten a pretty bad reputation around here with everything we've been through over the past few years.

Sometimes I'm surprised by the fact that we haven't gotten evicted with all of the noise complaints we've gotten.

He always makes me answer each and every call from our building even though he's the one responsible for a majority of the noise but he always makes sure to stand close by to make sure I don't ask them to send help no matter how severe things have gotten.

"Where are you off to?" she asks taking note of the fact that it's getting late in the evening. "I figured I might just head over to the pub a few streets down and see if I can clear my head for a while" I say, not bothering to give more information than necessary. Not that there would be any more information to give.

"Good for you dear! It's always good to go out and get a new perspective on life. Let me know anytime if you need any help alright? Oh and I'm so excited to read your next book!" she says and with that last part catching me off guard. "You've read my books?" I question, taken aback and almost embarrassed at the fact that a woman of her age would be reading the type of genre I write, let alone my own.

"Of course dear! As soon as I found out that you were a writer I went straight to the bookstore and bought all of them! You really are very talented" she finishes, with a glimmer of admiration in her eye.

"Thank you so much, your support means the world to me, truly" I finish and she quickly shoo me off, apologizing for holding me hostage.

"Next time I see you I'll sign your copies if you'd like" I offer and the look on her face is absolutely priceless.

"I'll make sure to have them sitting by the front door with a pen in hand!" she beams and I wave one last goodbye before I make my way to my destination.

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Walking in the doors of The Blue Pearl I'm greeted by the sound of soft rock being played in the background and a low murmur of the small amount of people spread through out. This pub seems to be a little old fashioned so I guess it's not a big draw for the younger rowdier crowds. Which was exactly what I was looking for.

Just a slow night to clear my head and a strong drink to drown my sorrows. Knowing me though I'll probably stop after one or two drinks.

I decide to sit at the bar on the stool closest to the wall and wave the bartender over.

"Surprise me, something sweet but something strong" I say trying to sound as confident as I can. "You got it" she says and comes back soon with a pink drink of some sort a few moments later. "What is this?" I ask after taking a sip, already dying for another one at the fruity but subtly sweet drink.

"I like to call it The Slut Puppy" she says with a proud smile. I tilt my head when I look at her, confused as to how she came up with the name. "I'm still workshopping it to be honest but your reaction to the name definitely played true to the puppy part. I laugh realizing that I subconsciously played into her game and she laughs right along with me.

"Long night?" she asks after I've settled in, using her bartender powers to see right through my act while walking away a bit to clean up the shaker she had used to make my drink.

"Try long life" I say, rolling my eyes before taking a sip of my drink again, sighing in contentment. "That bad huh?" she laughs bitterly, knowing one way or another that what I'm dealing with is beyond fucked. "Let's just say the best part of my week so far has been this drink" I and steal a quick glance at her, embarrassed that my words are flowing so easily to a complete stranger.

"But it's Saturday night" she say with her brows pinched together. "Exactly" I say and before I can even ask she decides to grab another shaker and makes me another drink which I accept with a somber smile. "I put some extra ice in this one so don't worry it's not gonna go straight to your head" she says, looking out for me as if she were someone I had known for my whole life.

"I'm y/n by the way" I say, hoping to move from strangers to acquaintances at the very least. "Rae" she answers before tending to another patron.

"So y/n" she starts as she makes her way back over to me "what do you do?" she asks, maintaining conversation but not trying to pry when it comes to what I'm clearly upset about.

"I'm a writer" I answer and her interest is immediately peaked. "A writer? Really? What do you write about?" she asks, leaning up against the counter so she can hear me a bit better.

"To be honest my stories are pretty fucked up romance novels" I say scratching the top of my head feeling a bit awkward at the confession.

"Sounds like my type of book" she laughs. I let out a breath, thankful that I won't have to explain myself to her since this genre isn't everyone's cup of tea. "So what are some books that you've written? Maybe I've read one before" she says going back to cleaning up a few things, making sure to use her time wisely.

"Well 'Trials of the Broken' is one of them. It's my best seller at the moment. I'm actually working on writing the sequel right now" I respond, embarrassed but proud of my achievements all the same.

"I think I've heard of that one! My friends have been trying to get me to read it but I never got around to it" she says, surprised at her chances of meeting me.

"If you ever get around to it then let me know what you think" I say, now kicking myself for putting on the pressure for her to read it. "I definitely will" she says and makes her way over to the other side of the bar to serve some more patrons that just made their way inside.

Glancing over at them I notice one that is a few steps behind the crowd, making me question if he's come here alone but I go back to looking at my drink, trying my best not to stare.

My eyes somehow manage to drag themselves over toward him as he places his order and waits for Rae to make it.

He takes off his hood and I'm met with first, the sight of his sharp jaw, then his shaggy hair he ruffled as soon as the hood dropped and finally his lips, the bottom one pierced twice rested in a soft smile. I realize though that the only way I would be seeing his full on smile would be if he was looking back at me and I make somewhat panicked eye contact with him before quickly turning my head in the other direction.

'Great job y/n, drooling over the first hot guy you see. He's probably going to think I'm some sort of creep now' my thoughts thought are interrupted with the sound of what I believe to be is a drink set down on the counter a few seats away from me.

"Is it alright if I sit here?" a smooth baritone voice says, making butterflies fill my stomach.

"Um yeah sure" I say, taking a sip of my drink before glancing at him, quickly looking away again before I start to stare again.

"So how's your night going?" he asks, clearly in an effort to make small talk.

"It's going. How about yours?" I question back and see that he's no longer looking at me, instead watching as he swirls his mystery drink around in his cup. "About the same" he chuckles, clearly amused with both of our lack of effort to divulge any details.

We sit there for a second or two in silence before Rae walks over and gives me another drink. I watched her make it and I can tell she she went even easier on the alcohol this time and makes sure to question nonverbally if I'm alright to which I nod.

"What are you drinking?" he asks, smiling at the visual of the bright pink drink with two cherries placed on top. "You're gonna laugh" I say, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear, feeling a little apprehensive saying words like this to a complete stranger (a hot one at that).

"It's-" "It's called a Slut Puppy" Rae interrupts from the other side of the bar, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was clearly listening. "Um yeah, that" I chuckle, taking a big sip of it to hopefully calm my nerves.

"A slut puppy?" he asks, flashing an amused smile at me, sending my heart beat into overload. "Her name, not mine" I laugh awkwardly. Trying, but failing at sounding normal but from the looks of it he doesn't seem to mind. "Right" he says dragging out the first syllable before taking a sip of his drink.

"Do you guys know each other?" he asks, curious as to who our not so secret eavesdropper is. "Kinda. We just met. Although it almost seems like I've known her my whole life" I say smiling at her, thankful for the fact that she was able to lift my spirits so easily.

"It's nice when you meet people like that" he says and when I bring my attention back over to him I can tell that he's been looking at me for a while, making me shy all over again.

"Oh, I'm Jungkook by the way" he says holding out his hand, and I turn my stool towards him and shake it, fixing what would've been an awkward angle if I had stayed in place. He after seeing what I had done decides to turn as well, angling his body towards me and I notice now that there's only one seat between us. A respectful distance, making me feel a bit more comfortable talking to him.

"I'm y/n" I say and he gives me a soft smile, whispering my name under his breath, almost as if he were trying to keep it as a secret all for himself. "So y/n, what's your story?" he asks, withdrawing his hand at almost the same time I do and goes back to taking another sip of his drink, making sure to keep his sparkly eyes trained on me.

'Sparkly? Y/n you are a married woman. You shouldn't even be talking to this guy'.

"My story? Well to be honest there's not much to tell. I grew up and went to school in the city and now I'm a writer. There's not much else to my life if I'm being honest" I say, doing my best to maintain conversation but also not give away too much.

"That ring on your finger says otherwise" he says, nodding towards it and playing around with his straw. Not in an abrasive way but more as if to remind me of something else that I might've forgotten.

"Oh, um yeah" I say, showing him the ring up for a second to confirm his suspicions but pull my sweater down to cover it up a second later, hoping he won't ask anything else about that aspect but unfortunately luck is not on my side in that department tonight.

"Is that why you're here? Needed to get away for a while?" he asks, curious but not insinuating anything that I would expect a guy of his age would be asking me. "I guess you could say that" I say taking a deep breath deciding that if he's asking I might as well get the male perspective while I can.

"With being a writer and everything I'm pretty much cooped up in the house all day. Which for me is fine and it's been like that for a few years" I say, taking a second to try and figure out how to formulate my next words carefully, not wanting his to worry or judge the situation too much.

"I'm sensing there's a 'but' here" he chuckles and takes another sip of his drink and waves at Rae in an effort to get both of us both another drink without me noticing to avoid protest. "But" I start out, confirming his suspicions. "with my husband being used to me doing that all the time he tends to get a bit, how should I say this..." I trial off, still not sure how to phrase it.

"Controlling?" he offers, a bit more blunt than his other responses. "Worried" I counter, although his word is more accurate than mine. He nods a bit, clearly not believing my words but doesn't press in hopes that I will continue. "He's worried that something might happen to me if I go out alone. That someone might recognize me because of my books and try to do something like kidnap me" I say, fully confident in my words.

I hear Jungkook snort beside me a second later, leaving me looking over at him with my brows scrunched up. "What's so funny?" I ask, confused and almost annoyed by his reaction. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry continue" he says doing his best to calm down. "No, what about that is so funny?" I press as I can clearly see that he's still trying to hold his laughter in.

"I'm sorry y/n it's just, well isn't kidnapping a little bit of a stretch?" he says, clearing his throat and breathing through what he thought was a ridiculous excuse. "Woman and children get kidnapped everyday! Look up the statistics!" I retort, trying to convince him that there's truth to Taehyung's argument.

"Yes, I know that it happens a lot, but you can't let that keep you from going outside and living life. It's a horrible thing and I don't understand why anyone would do such a thing but you can't use it as a way to cripple yourself from ever leaving your house" he says, this time being completely serious and trying his best to convince me that I shouldn't be living like this.

"I'm out now aren't I?" I argue, and to that he nods his head but presses further. "How long has it been since you've been out like this though?" he asks and I just let my head droop a bit in response before taking a sip of my new drink.

"Well I'm proud of you for coming out tonight and doing this for yourself. And look, you're completely safe. Plus seems like you've already made two new friends tonight" he laughs motioning to himself and Rae and when I look over at her all I can see is her bright smile, happy to see me getting more comfortable.

"Who knows though, you might just be acting nice to me just so I'll let my guard down so you can kidnap me" I tease and at that he acts like he's offended, throwing his hand over his heart as if I had shot him.

"You hurt me with your words. It's a shame though, I was just in the market for a new best friend" he says, wiping away a fake tear. "Or in the market for some fresh meat" I continue laughing at his act. "Twist the knife why don't you" he says, now resorting to pouting.

"Aw, it's okay I didn't mean it" I say patting his shoulder in an effort to apologize. "You better not" he says looking at me, still pouting. "Come on, let's turn that frown upside down. Why don't I buy you a drink?" I ask as a way to make amends.

"No that's alright, I've actually gotta get going" he says, pulling out his wallet and placing some cash on the counter to more than cover his drinks. "Let me get you some change" Rae steps in, quick to help since she is otherwise unoccupied. "No it's okay, use it to cover us both and then keep the change" he says as he straightens out his jacket a bit.

"No you don't have to do that" I argue and go to take some cash out of my purse as well. "It's okay I got it. But if you want to make it up to me I'll always take your number as payment" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Just as friends of course! I would never want to seduce a married woman" he says, jumping over himself, making me sure I know his intensions are pure.

"Can we do email? I spend most of my time on my computer so it's easier for me" I say, making excuses as to not giving it to him. "As long as you promise not to mark my messages as spam" he jokes and hands me his phone so I can add it in. "I promise. It was really nice to meet you Jungkook" I say handing it back to him, our hands touching a few moments longer for it to be seen as something with the promise of being platonic.

"Take care" he says giving me a soft smile and then waves at Rae, clearly seeing her not even bothering to hide that she's staring at us.

"Bye" I say under my breath, not knowing how to feel about anything now that he's gone.

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Octavinelle: Is Eel/Octopus on the Menu?

This was a stupid idea bobbing around in my head for like a solid month, so here we go. A reader going to Mostro Lounge and asking if Eel/Octopus is on the menu, but in a flirting kinda way. This is also pre-relationship with them since I thought it would be far more hilarious if they weren’t going out yet.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. Content Warning: Suggestive Themes, Floyd Leech

Is Eel/Octopus on the Menu?

You knew it was going to be the dumbest thing to possibly ask, but you were also aware that your mental and verbal filter had all but disappeared after your first few months at Night Raven College. So when you entered the Lounge and got your premium seating, courtesy of Octrio who loved to be able to bug you while you were there. You smiled, taking your seat and looking over the drink and food menu, just waiting.

You knew he’d come over in a moment. He always did. There was only one person allowed to take your order in this entire establishment, and you knew it was because he told everyone else not to talk to you when you were there. You smiled as the familiar footsteps approached your table and you looked up, only to see him. The object of your affections, and the person you hoped to either fluster or get a good laugh out of.

Azul Ashengrotto

“Good evening, Prefect, we weren’t expecting you tonight,” Azul said with a calm smile. It was true, normally when you were heading over, you shot him a message earlier in the day to let him know. Still, you wanted to be spontaneous, so throwing off the carefully put routine you had was part of that. You chuckled, putting the menu down and looking at him.

“Did you not want to see me tonight?” You asked with a fake pout on your lips. Azul was able to see through this little play of yours as he shot you a sly smile.

“It’s always a pleasure to have you with us,” he said before clearing his throat and grabbing his pad of paper. It wasn’t often Azul ever had to take orders, but when it came to you, he wouldn’t allow anyone else. Half the time, if he didn’t have a meeting, he’d join you for your meal as well. It was one of the few times you two could just sit and chat for an hour or two without worry about anything else. “What would you like tonight? The usual, or would you like to try the special of the day?”

“That depends, is octopus on the menu for tonight?” You asked, staring at him with a smirk. Azul was about to inform you that Takoyaki was only available on Friday evenings and that it was a Sunday afternoon, when your words were processed.

Azul had a slight dusting of red on his cheeks as he cleared his throat, putting on his business persona before it could be lost. He shot you a small grin. “You must think you’re very clever,” he commented and you chuckled.

“I think I am very clever, yes. So…is that on the menu?” You asked, staring him up and down. He shifted a bit in his spot, looking around to make sure nobody heard what you were saying. He was used to your occasional flirtatious remarks, but this was a bit different than the norm. He let out a sigh, looking over at you with a now disapproving look.

“Truly, you’re horrible, prefect.” He commented before clearing his throat once more, “If you’d like though, we can get it arranged…but it won’t be until later tonight. Shall I grab you something else in the meantime.” Now it was your turn to get a bit flustered. You didn’t think that would actually work, but you weren’t going to complain.

“I’ll just take the usual for now then…” You said and Azul couldn’t help but relish in your sudden awkwardness. He wrote down your normal order before turning around. He then stopped to look over at you, loving how your face seemed a bit warmer than when you walked in, a stark contrast to the cool air of the Lounge.

“I’ll have my business finished around nine tonight.” He said before disappearing to the kitchen. You looked at the clock, and how it read six. Just three more hours…you could last until then, right?

Jade Leech

Jade approached your table with his normal calm smile on his face, looking you over. You smiled happily, seeing your favorite eel. “Good evening, prefect, how are you doing this evening?” He started out, always one for casual conversation when you arrived. He probably already had his tables covered by someone else so he could focus on you. It was something you picked up after your fifth time visiting the Lounge. Normally it was Floyd who was running his tables, or some poor freshman who picked up the slack.

“I’m doing well, how about yourself?” You said looking around the Lounge. It was pretty quiet, judging by how it was the middle of the week, and you knew there was an exam in Trein’s class tomorrow. Most students were probably studying for it, or off doing who knows what else. Drinking in the Lounge was never a good idea the day before an exam, so only a few students participated.

“It’s been a rather calm evening.” He said before grabbing his pad of paper, “You know, tonight we have a mushroom risotto on the menu, I grew them myself so it has a rather pleasant taste compared to other places.” You smiled. You could feel the nerves building up, but you couldn’t let an opportunity like this be wasted. A calm day? At the Lounge? It rarely happened, and there were no students or staff anywhere near your table.

“That sounds good…but I was wondering…” You trailed off, as if in deep thought about something. Jade looked you over, curious as to what you were about to request, “Could I have a side of eel with that?” You finally said, feeling how your cheeks got a bit warmer at the blatant flirting. You couldn’t even look at Jade when you said it, so when you turned back you could see the normal polite smile on his face turned into a smirk.

“That’s a rather bold thing for you to ask, prefect.” Jade teased, making you shift a bit in your spot.

“Is that a yes, or a no?” You managed to murmur, the confidence you had minutes ago slowly fading away. Jade tapped on his chin and tilted his head, debating if he wanted to entertain this idea of yours.

“I’m sure I can get that arranged for you,” he said, making you perk up.

Did it work? Did your horrible pick-up line actually somehow work with him? You looked up at him with hopeful eyes and he oh-so-loved that expression you gave him. It was almost innocent, if not for the question you had asked moments ago. “In fact, my shift ends in about an hour…” he finished up.

“I guess it’ll be my dessert then.” You tried to play it off with a smile, but he could almost see the steam coming off your face.

“I guess it’ll have to be. Now let me get your order to the kitchen. I won’t keep you waiting.” With that, he turned around and left you to your own thoughts.

Floyd Leech

“Shrimpy~!” Floyd called out, sliding into the booth right next to you. His arm came around to give you a half squeeze while he nuzzled his face into your neck. You chuckled at his display of affection, loving how cute he could be at times. He always got like this around you, like a cuddly little cat. Sure, he sometimes decided to bite, but it was all worth it. You ran your hands through his hair, loving how soft and fluffy it was.

“Hey Floyd, it’s good to see you as well.” You chuckled, not bothering to take your hand away from his hair. He chuckled a bit more before sitting straight up and looking you over.

“Whatcha getting? Oh, should I surprise you for your meal?” Floyd suggested, “I can make it myself!” Oh how adorable this boy was. If only he weren’t so evil at times, you’d think he was just an overly attached puppy. Still, you could feel your heart hammering in your chest by his small displays of affection, as well as what you were planning on asking for.

“Actually, I had something in mind I’ve been wanting to try.” You said, “Of course, that’s if you guys carry it.” Floyd pouted at the thought of not being able to surprise you. Last time you had agreed with that, you got some very dubious looking food. It tasted amazing, sure, but you also had no idea what you were eating that night. Floyd had assured you that it wasn’t human though, which had made you choke on that meal and debate if you were going to finish it.

“Awe, fine. What did you want?” Floyd said, crossing his legs on the booth table as he waited for you.

“I was actually wondering…is eel on the menu tonight?” You finally manage to get out. Floyd froze as your words, seeing how your cheeks seemed to be burning. There was no mistaking that you weren’t asking him for actual eel. Then he grinned, and it sent a shiver right through your spine as he got closer to you. You were thankful that everyone in the restaurant had the knowledge to steer clear of your table whenever you and Floyd were there, unless they wanted to get dragged into something.

“So cute, but I don’t think we have that tonight.” He chuckled, making you frown, “But we do have a special going on tonight…” He trailed off, waiting for you to ask him what it was. You cleared your throat before asking just that.

“What’s the special?” You managed to get out.

“Glazed shrimp.” Now you were definitely overheating; Floyd laughed before grabbing your hand. You tried to ask what was going on, but you soon could see the hallway of Octavinelle, and just knew he was dragging you to his room. You were both happy that your flirt managed to work, but at the same time your heart was five seconds from giving out on you. Oh, how your night was taking an unexpected turn…which honestly was exactly what you’d expect with Floyd.

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guillotinebypierre · 6 months

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This is a direct continuation of the last story.

3rd Person POV

Following the events of the night prior, Y/n had decided to just not go to sleep at all. Spending his night working out and drinking excessive amounts of energy drinks and coffee, he went to work with bags under his eyes and laser focus.

His job starts at 6 in the morning. Y/n was, much to the surprise of most people, the head cook in the kitchen, having worked his way up the ranks incredibly quickly due to his (sometimes) otherworldly skills, incredible adapting nature and organised way of handling things. He always starts by cleaning everything, as he believes a clean environment is key to being focussed and efficient with your work. After making sure cleanliness isn't an issue, he starts off by prepping the ingredients: cutting vegetables, seasoning everything, refilling and restocking what needs to be restocked and refilled.

The first customers normally arrive at 8 in the morning, mostly rich people, who aren't necessarily celebrities, that just want some breakfast. To him, the real work doesn't start until midday, as during that time most idols have their break and enjoy a nice meal at the restaurant. It was at this time that he started seeing familiar faces.

He was greeted by Karina and Giselle of Aespa, with whom he was really close, in addition to a few actresses that specifically requested to sit near the window that looked into the kitchen and offered the chance to talk to the cook himself.

He also saw Yeji, someone with whom he had been texting pretty much every minute following the events of the night prior. Behind her walked in a sulky figure with a black face mask and bucket hat. She had shoulder length hair, not that Y/n had needed any other indicators to help him figure out who Yeji had walked in with.

The pair had ordered their usual meals as take out, probably due to the fact that at least one of them wasn't exactly in the mood to go out of the house, having come to the restaurant only due to hopes of meeting Y/n.

Y/n, however, wasn't having any of that and excused himself to the staff room for the time being. It wasn't that he was scared, more like he had plans for the evening and he was not in the mood to get those plans tempered with. He took his phone out as he felt an all to familiar buzz coming from it, indicating that someone had sent him a message. He opened up the messages app and saw that he had multiple unread chats.

Yeji

>Y/n where are you? Didn't you say you had work today?

>Look, I'm sorry for this, but Ryujin literally fought her way out of the car to join me. She hasn't taken your choice that well and is still hanging onto the idea of you forgiving her for playing with your feelings :/

Rina Noona<3

>Heyyyy Y/n~ We just arrived back at the company, thank you for the food😚

>Ning and Minjeong were really mad that we didn't take them with us but they said something about going later. Will you still be working tonight ?

>I really want to spend some time again, just the two of us you know? When do you have time, please let me know!

He wrote her a quick reply back, smiling at her message while doing so

Y/n

Heyy Noona! I'm happy you enjoyed the food🫶🏼 Tell Ning and Minjeong that I'll be out today since I have a meeting in the evening but I'll be working the full shift tomorrow again and I'll gladly take their orders then. I also really miss going out with you, I'm actually free the whole next week, so just let me know what day works best for you :) Send Ning, Gi and Minjeong my best wishes, ttyl :)) <

The last message was the one he had actually intended on answering first, seeing as it was the most relevant one.

Taeyeon🤍

>hey Y/nn~ hope work is all right today. I can't wait to see you tonight, I missed you a lot :( Hope this can make the last few hours a bit more bearable

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The look on Y/n's face changed from confusion to a visible blush covering both his cheeks as he opened the image to find a picture of Taeyeon sitting on a chair while getting her make up done, only covered by a small towel that left little to the imagination.

He was pulled from his thoughts as one of the waitresses walked into the room and asked for his help with a dish. He hastily replied to Taeyeon before putting his phone away and getting back to work, thankfully without having to interact with neither Yeji nor Ryujin.

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The day continued more or less the same for Y/n, with the restaurant picking up steam towards the evening as more and more people came in and the kitchen got more hectic. His phone continued blowing up with messages, most of them from Taeyeon who either sent him more soft nudes or sent him risky texts with the goal of making his last few hours at work, literally, harder.

He checked his clock regularly until it finally hit 6.30 in the evening and he took aside his most trusted sous chefs and gave them one last run down on how to deal with everything from nasty customers to a fire in the kitchen. He appointed two of them to cleaning the kitchen, jokingly threatening to fire them if they didn't do their job properly before making his way out to the sound of his coworkers teasing him about his 'date'.

Y/n decided to walk towards the SM building, seeing as it was only a twenty minute walk and he could use the extra steps given the fact that he didn't go to the gym that day. With music blasting through his ears and the cool weather sending pleasent shivers done his spine he walked until finally reaching his destination.

He looked around, not sure what to expect as he never asked Taeyeon what car her manager drove. He sat on a bench near the entrance and as he was about to call her, a black mercedes pulled up in front of him. His first thought was that he was being kidnapped until the windows rolled down and he saw a small but stern looking woman starring at him.

"Are you Y/nn?", she asked.

"Y/n, but yeah thats me", he replied while smiling awkwardly at her

"You're somehow more handsome than Taeyeon described, hop in.", she said while looking him up and down.

"did she just check me out?", he thought to himself while walking towards the back door and opening it.

"So manager noona where are we going?", he asked trying to ease the tension.

"Taeyeon asked me to drive you to the hotel she's staying at. The original plan was for you to go to her house but that's too far and she has rehearsals tomorrow.", she replied while looking at the road.

"Oh-"

"Just relax, I'll tell you when we get there.", she said before closing the small opening through which they had been communicating.

--Y/n POV--

I looked out of the window for most of the ride. The beauty of Seoul never failed to amaze me. In the beginning it was quite hard for me to adapt to it, it was a completely new country after all. Learning the language was even harder, not to mention finding a place to stay. Thankfully, that recommendation by my professor and my experience working in restaurants helped me a lot with finding work and subsequently a place to stay.

These past few weeks have been a wild ride, to say the least. The more I think about last night, the more at ease I am. At the end of the day it was never meant to be, and maybe finding closure will help me find my luck with someone else. Maybe Taeyeon is that person? Would be pretty funny. I always liked older women, maybe she is the one.

I subconsciously smiled at the thought of Taeyeon as we slowly but surely made our way past the KSPO Dome, the place where the show would be held this weekend. My mind wandered towards the concert, the 'private show' Taeyeon talked about. I couldn't stop mind from going there, my pants becoming tighter by the second as I thought about what she had possibly meant by that. I checked my phone for the time. It was 7.45 in the evening. Taeyeon said she'd be finished by 8.30, meaning that I'd probably have to stay a bit on my own before I'd see her. My phone buzzed, leading my mind into thoughts about the pictures she had sent me earlier. I once again found myself thinking about-

"Hey lover boy are you going to get out or do I need to tell Taeyeon her boy toy was too mesmerised by some pictures on his pho-"

"Alright alright I'll get going, my bad manager noona", I cut her off before opening the door and getting out.

"Hey pretty boy!", she called me as I walked towards the hotel.

"Yeah?", I turned around

"We need her at full force tomorrow, please don't go too hard on her and don't hurt her with your....weapon.", she said while shifting her gaze towards my crotch.

I blushed as I turned around and walked towards the reception.

The hotel was very bougie, incredibly luxurious. I know that's rich coming from someone who works at the place I work at, but still, even for my standards this was crazy. My gaze wandered towards the decoration, asking myself how many night shifts I'd have to work extra if I were to accidentally break something here before I heard the receptionist calling me.

"Hello, how may I help you ?", she asked while smiling at me

"Hi, I'm here to see Taeyeon-noona, she said she'd have a reservation or whatever for a visitor under the name Y/n ?", I said to her while smiling.

"Can I see your ID ?", she replied while looking me up and down.

'Whats up with women today checking me out in such obvious ways'

"Here you go, this is the card to get into her suite. She really didn't do you justice with her description, you're even better looking than what she described you as. Her room is room 9, it's part of our VIP suites at the top floor.", she said as she handed me a black card with the letters 'VIP' engraved onto it.

I thanked her before making my way towards the elevator. I looked at the pad before pressing the button with the largest number on it. The elevator rose as soothing music filled my ears. My body relaxed as I now knew I didn't have anything to do except waiting for the next hour or so.

A loud *ding* took me back to reality as the golden doors of the elevator opened and revealed a fancy looking hallway, guarded by security. I gave them my card as they checked some kind of list before finding what I assume to be a message left by Taeyeon and letting me through. I walked around the hallway, taking in the red carpet, the expensive paintings and decoration before standing still in front of a large marble door with a golden nine on it. In front of the door was some kind of pillar with a touchpad on it, a small box in Korean telling me to put the card onto it to open the door. I held my card against it, the door suddenly making a clinking noise as if it were a safe.

I pushed the large door open, taking in the sight in front of me. I walked into the suite, seeing a large living room area that was larger than my own apartment. It housed a gigantic TV, an unnecessarily large couch that resembled a queen sized bed and a coffee table on which I could recognise a few od Taeyeon's favourite books and magazines. I walked a bit further and found a kitchen, made up of a stove, an oven and a fridge and freezer, a sink and lots of cabinets.

I walked over and took a look into the fridge, seeing a few ingredients sitting there.

"Did Taeyeon buy these?", I asked myself.

I continued walking around before entering the master bedroom. It looked like something straight out of porn. Heart shaped bed with a fucking pole in front of it, fluffy, cheap, pink handcuffs sitting on the drawer next to it, candles all over the room and rose petals laying all around the room. There was a box with chocolate and strawberries laying on the bed and a bottle of extremely expensive champagne and two glasses next to it.

I walked around a bit more, finding the bathroom. It was also filled with lit candles and a bubble bath full of rose petals.

As I walked out of the rooms I soon realised that the whole suite was bathed in a jasmine scent. I shook my head as I realised that literally everything in here was an aphrodisiac which made it pretty obvious what my 'private show' was going to be.

*click*

"Hello? Y/n are you here?", a tired Taeyeon shouted as she entered the suite.

She took off her sneakers, kicking them off somewhere near the entrance before dropping her bags too and walking inside.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the candles around the countertops, the living room area and the moonlight that was shining through the large window.

"Y/nn? Reception told me you're here, no need to act all mysterious now"

"Hey Taeng, how was work", he said as he walked past her with two plates of food and two wine glasses.

He sat the food on the table before walking over, kissing her and taking her jacket off. Y/n led her to the table before pulling the chair back and helping her sit on it.

"What's with the look, you make it seem like you've seen a ghost.", Y/n joked as he sat down.

He popped open the bottle of expensive wine he had room service bring up before filling their cups.

"Y/nn what is this?", Taeyeon said while a smile formed on her face.

"What? Don't you like it?"

"I love you- it. I love it. But what did I do to deserve this kind of treatment?"

"Well apart from releasing great music for the past, like what, decade? You've been working really hard and it doesn't take a scientist to see how stressed you are, I just wanted to do something nice to cheer you up-"

Taeyeon leaned over the table and kissed Y/n passionately.

"You really want to make sure you get that private show, huh?"

"This is all just to smitten you, noona. I could get that private show right now if I tried a little."

"You're way too cocky for your own good, Y/nn", she replied while rolling her eyes.

She turned her attention towards the food in front of her before cutting it up and eating.

"Y/nn did you cook this?"

"Of course, did you think the dirty apron was just for show?"

"Shut up I just imagined you asked room service."

"Noona be serious we both know their cooking would never in a million years be halfway as good as mine."

After eating Y/n took both plates to the sink and started washing the dishes while Taeyeon went to her room to change.

He was just finishing putting away the cutlery when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him and someones face make its way to his back.

"Are you finished?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Good."

Taeyeon spun him around before kissing him, her arms interlocking behind his neck and pulling him down. Y/n's put his hands on her hips as the two swayed lightly.

They eventually broke off, a string of saliva connecting their mouths as she whispered against his ear

"Good, because I want some dessert"

Taeyeon dragged him off by his collar before slamming the door shut and pushing Y/n onto the bed.

Taeyeon turned around, an array of candles and incenses lit behind her , as she grabbed a remote and turned on red LED lights.

It was then that Y/n saw what she was wearing, a black see through nightgown with a matching black lingerie set underneath. It contrasted her skin and hair.

The red lights bounced off her body, highlighting her silhouette while making her every move seem sultry and sensual. Y/n could only stare in anticipation as she swayed her way towards the pole in front of him.

Taeyeon winked at him before dropping the nightgown on the floor and kicking it away. Her hands moved across her body as she started walking around the pole, her arms now grabbing it. Taeyeon suddently sank, her ass bent over towards Y/n as he could make out her labia from her see through panties.

Taeyeon continued by moving her body sensually across and around the pole, giving Y/n a show as she slowly started taking off her bra and panties, throwing them at her lover.

As her show came to an end she slowly walked over to Y/n before crawling onto the bed and taking out a blindfold.

"Settle down now", she whispered in his ear while slipping the blindfold around his head and over his eyes, "and remember, I'm the one in charge. Let your noona take care of you."

A sudden noise made Y/n jerk up involuntarily as he felt something tighten around both of his wrists, restricting his movement and tying bim to the bedpost.

"Taeng these cuffs are cheep as fuck, you know I can break these, right", Y/n said jokingly while jingling the handcuffs around his wrists.

"You can but will you want to?"

Y/n laughed but it quickly turned into a groan as he felt and heard Taeyeon rip open his shirt, throwing it aside before taking off his pants and underwear in one smooth motion.

She slid down his body, her fingers sending a pulse through him wherever she touched. It was always like this when they were together: she'd sweep in like a storm, whipping the waves into a froth as he tried to keep his head above water.

But why should he fight it? Why not drift in her wake, even if it was just for tonight?

Taeyeon pressed her lips to his stomach, leaving a trail of languid kisses further and further down, her fingers tracing lines along his thighs. Y/n shuddered, feeling himself throb as she brushed against him, and let his mind slip away.

Y/n moaned when she took him in her mouth, her movements torturously slow as she licked him along his length. He shivered, his senses in overdrive.

Taeyeon took her time in getting reacquainted with him and his body, whispering things that made his head spin and heart race. She had never had much patience when it came to sex, always eagerly getting lost in the frantic throes of passion, mostly due to her wanting to get rid of her own stress, but this time something felt different.

He held his breath as Taeyeon picked up her pace, letting him hear what she was doing to him. Y/n clenched at the sheets behind his head, careful not to break the cuffs. The wet sounds she made drove him wild, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Y/n gasped, and Taeyeon took it as a cue to slow down and replace her mouth with her hands, letting him get himself under control.

"Shit, Taeyeon." Y/n let out a shaky breath, pitching his head back into the pillow and letting his body unwind. He pulsed in her hand and she made a throaty sound, leaning her weight on his chest as she raised her lips to his ear.

"You'll finish when I'm done with you," she whispered, nipping kisses down his neck and collarbone. "But until then, you'll do exactly as I say."

Y/n nodded eagerly, drinking in the warmth of her body as she pressed against him. He felt her hand slip between them, playing with herself as she told him how wet he'd made her, and what she'll be doing to him.

Y/n throbbed with need for her, returning her kisses with all the hunger he felt in his body, and Taeyeon took it all greedily.

"I want you to taste me," Taeyeon said, her breath on Y/n's ear as he melted against her. She slipped two fingers into his mouth, and he sucked at them, tasting her as she pressed into his tongue.

Y/n groaned when she slid them out, and Taeyeon laughed, "There's more where that came from, Y/nn."

She gripped his jaw lightly, straddling his torso as she lowered her breast to his mouth. Y/n took his time, sucking at her nipples and pressing with the flat of his tongue, delighting in the way that she gripped her fingers in his hair and shuddered above him. He lavished her with attention, lost in the motion of her pleasure as she squeezed her legs around him, content that she'd chosen to spend tonight with him.

Y/n breathed heavily when Taeyeon pulled herself away, her own breath shaky as she spoke.

"Are you ready to taste me again?"

"God, yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, noona"

*slap*

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mommy"

"Good boy"

Taeyeon climbed up to sit on his face, pressing her sweetness into his mouth and tongue. Y/n moaned into her, already lost in her heady scent and taste, her soft sounds of pleasure driving him wild.

"This is where you belong, worshipping me," said Taeyeon, running her hands through his hair, and Y/n moaned his assent.

"None of those other little whores you fuck know how to deal with you. None of them can please you like I can."

He licked and sucked, his breathing picking up pace as she ground herself into him. Y/n kept his tongue wide, letting her use his mouth however she pleased, and Taeyeon clenched her thighs tighter around him, running her fingers through his hair again before pulling off the blindfold.

Y/n watched her from below, a sense of dreamy pleasure passing across her face as she squeezed her breasts and rode him.

"You make me feel so good," she encouraged, her eyes meeting his own. "Yes, just like that."

Y/n could feel himself throbbing as she used him and took her pleasure, and he couldn't look away from her eyes as they shone with desire. He would do anything to make her feel good, to keep her feeling good, as long as she looked at him like that.

"Fuck," Taeyeon managed, her face flushed as she shuddered and climbed off him.

Her breathing came fast and shallow, and she threw her arms around Y/n as she planted kisses along his neck and mouth, tasting herself on his lips.

Her hands moved down his body before she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed, humming excitedly.

"Did you miss me?" Y/n asked.

"You could say that," said Taeyeon, straddling his waist. She brought her face close to his, locking eyes as she slid down onto him, his breath catching in his chest as she clenched his bicep for purchase. She let out a soft moan when he bottomed out into her, and shifted her hips to adjust to his thickness.

Y/n moved inside her, tasting her lips in a blur of pleasure as they kissed. Taeyeon squeezed around him, bucking her hips as she rode him, lost in the throes of passion.

She freed his hands from the cuffs, and Y/n stroked her skin wherever he could, her smoothness a revelation to him. Taeyeon pressed into his grip, rolling her hips with him as they came together and chased their beating hearts.

Being with Taeyeon was like grabbing a live wire or a bolt of lightning and holding on for dear life. Her skin was electric, sending every bit of him tingling as they breathed together, locked in their rhythm.

Y/n slid his hands to her hips, guiding her into his thrusts as he picked up the pace, unable to wait any longer. He pressed his thumbs into her flesh and she shivered, clenching around him as she ran her fingers through his hair and over his chest.

Taeyeon wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and leaned her forehead against his, meeting his eyes. Her gaze was deep with meaning and Y/n felt as if he'd been swept away, his mind jumping to old hopes and habits as if he'd been born to it.

He lost himself in the rush, the sound of his name on her lips as his senses shivered with mounting pleasure.

"Ruin me, Y/n," she whispered — or screamed, he couldn't tell anymore — as she came undone around him, and those three little words were nearly on his lips before he gave himself to abandon, cumming inside of her and releasing every last drop of semen he had story in his body.

Taeyeon breathed heavily, her breasts expanding on her chest as it rose and fell again, her pulse so fast that she thought her heart was about to shoot out of her. Her hair was messy, it stuck to her forehead. Her skin was glistening with sweat while her legs felt like jell-o.

Taeyeon's entire lower body felt sore and sticky, a large puddle of white liquid having formed between her legs where she had fallen asleep. She looked over and realised her tossing and turning had woken Y/n up.

"What- what time is it?", he yawned while stretching.

"It's five in the morning. I need to go to the venue in like two hours. You can continue sleeping..."

"Or..?"

"Or you can join me in the bathtub for a bath?"

"Lead the way, Taeng."

Taeyeon slowly made her way towards the bathroom while holding Y/n's hand behind her.

"The slap still stings, by the way."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me-"

"I know what came in you."

"Do you want to get slapped again.", Taeyeon threatened before Y/n slapped her ass.

The pair soon got into the bathtub. The water was still warm, curtesy of the jets and heater of the tub. The room was still filled with aphrodisiacs, which made it almost impossible for the two to keep their hands off each other. It didn't take long before a heavy make out session was started.

Taeyeon sat on Y/n's lap, grinding on him and making the water overflow, not that they cared about it at all. Her fingers dug into his back as he left hickeys across her body.

Things were getting heated and, unfortunately, had to be cut short.

"Y-Y/nn MHHH I think we should sTOP here."

"Why noona"

"I have to be there in a bit more than an hour and if you fuck me again right now I will definitely not be able to do the choreo properly."

"But noona-"

"No, I promise I'll make it up to you tonight. You'll even get another private show."

"Alright fine."

"Love you", she kissed him before getting out of the bathtub and getting dressed.

The week passed quickly, with Y/n working full shifts and spending the rest of the night with Taeyeon. His phone kept buzzing as a certain someone tried reaching him, but he just turned it off and asked his coworkers to call his work phone if they ever needed something.

The weekend arrived in a blur and Y/n finally saw Taeyeon's concert in person, from a VIP position. A lot of idols were present, a lot of his friends and people he'd rather not have seen.

The show was fantastic, and aside from greeting and talking to a lot of his friends, Y/n got pulled by Taeyeon into an empty staff room at the end of the show for a preview of his own private show he'd be receiving later that night.

Unbeknownst to him, however, the confrontation he had been avoiding all this time was soon going to catch up to him, forcing him into an incredibly uncomfortable situation.

*You have one missed call*

*sobs*

"Hello? Is this Y-Y/n? Look, I know why you hate me, and I also know why you're avoiding me but I STILL LOVE YOU Y/N.

'What is she doing, Yeji'

'YAH RYUJIN YOU'RE DRUNK STOP CALLING PEOPLE'

Y/N PLEA- PLEASE JUST CALL ME BACK."

*the call has been disconnected*

to be continued

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lightwing-s · 1 year

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batboys as words, as per my own thoughts and perception

A few days back, @igotanidea asked me to describe the bat boys in one word. I got way over my head and ended up writing full on paragraphs on what reminds me the most about them, and what energy I get from the limited knowledge I have of all of them. So I tuned this into a post to fill the emptiness I left this tumblr on and to prepare you for stories to come (yes, Jason x villain!reader is finally coming)

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To me, if there’s one word, one thing, that could describe Dick Grayson pretty well, it’s sun. He is like the sun in the sense that he brings life into everything and everyone he touches. He’s a believer in people, in the best we all have in store, and he has a way of making them believe in themselves, in their skills and abilities, making them see the greatness they didn’t notice they owned. He’s a leader, and a great one at that. Although not much of a jokester, he can bring happiness and a smile on people’s faces. He carries a lot on his shoulders, from being the very first Robin to leading the Titans and replacing the Batman, but his heart is too pure and he wants to help people nonetheless, so he keeps taking more responsibilities just so he can assist those he cares for. I’d imagine his love language are acts of service, doing what he can to make his loved one comfortable and happy. In a few words, he’s warmth, silliness, he’s flirting for fun, he IS fun, he’s sugar, spice and everything there is of nice.

If I could describe Jason with one word it would be… caring. Out of all the boys, and out of everything he went through in life, he strikes me as the most protective, the one who will always make sure if you’re alright, if you’re safe, if you’ve been taking your pills or not skipping meals. I know we usually relate him to this aggressive vigilante form, but that’s the Red Hood, not Jason. Jason? Jason is the sweetest, most loving person you’ll find out there. He lost his family and the guy who took him in wasn’t affectionate at all, and he also went through so much. He just wants to protect and feel protected, hence I give him the words care, affection, protection, subtlety. He’s a well stored, well locked, box of surprises, that I’m sure whoever gets to open will feel a love they never had before.

I don't understand as much about Tim as I do his brothers, but from my limited knowledge I think of him as someone who thinks about the details. He’s the guy who, even though you’d never take his aloof mannerisms for that, remembers every small thing you ever told him. Or notices every gentle habit, tick, or whatever it is you have. He’s observant and with that he’ll learn everything there is about you without you needing to tell him a word. He’ll gift you with that thing you spent a millisecond more than usual staring at when you hung out at the mall, or he’ll cook (more like order) that dessert that had you sighting slightly heavier than normal. He is attention, he is detailing, he’s watching the ones you love like the most addicting tv show. He is subtle touches, surprise gifts, random music concerts just because he knows you have that one song hidden on your playlist. He is noticing things not even you, not even your reflection, saw in yourself.

To define Damian in a few words is a bit hard to me, as he’s still young and is still learning about life, developing his own ideals and personality. Hence, having this in mind, to me he is represented best by time. Time to grow, time to heal, time to learn. He is also space. The space he needed to understand his place in the world after leaving the League of Assassins, his mother and grandfather, and joining his dad and his mission for good in Gotham. He’s time and patience to allow all of those things to happen. Not only time for him, but to those he cares for. I feel like he won’t be one to always be on your feet to make sure you’re okay, but that he’ll let you have your time to yourself, rest and put your head into place when you’ve been having stressful days or just don’t feel alright. He’ll only show up after you’ve had your moment, perhaps with food and beverages. He’s quiet kindness, he’s healing, he’s fixing everything even if it takes time. He’s resistance, endurance, fortitude. Overall, he is like a watch, always running, never stopping, but always giving everyone time.

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 7 months

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(P4/GFL/GI/H:SR) Naoto, AN-94, Rosaria, and Stelle on a burger date

Admittedly, Naoto was not used to eating these kinds of food.

She travelled quite often and if she had time she could maybe indulge in a food to treat herself, let alone have lunch with her S/O.

But she had found herself in Tokyo with S/O and decided to try something different.

(Naoto) "Big Bang Burger?"

(S/O) "Oh yeah, that's quite popular nowadays. Did they ever have one in Inaba?"

(Naoto) "To my knowledge, no. I am always willing to try something once."

The two walked into the fast food restaurant and saw a poster on the wall.

(Naoto) "The...Big Bang Burger challenge?"

A female employee greeted them and explained how the challenge worked. Naoto's eyes almost bulged out her head.

(Naoto) "P-People eat something that huge?! And I thought the Beef Bowl Challenge was intimidating."

(S/O) "Did you wanna try it?"

(Naoto) "Er, well...I think I'd prefer to start off small before attempting something of that caliber."

Watching one of the employees bring two of them out, they brought it to a table who had two blonde students in a booth.

(Blonde haired boy) "F-For real?! How the hell are we supposed to finish that in thirty friggin' minutes?!"

(Blonde haired girl) "Oh god, why did I let you convince me to do this?"

Naoto and S/O ordered themselves a more fitting meal, and Naoto felt sick even looking at the two students attempt to finish it. Her burger was barely a quarter of the size and just looking at it, she felt like she had gained thousands of calories.

S/O chuckled as they leaned next to her.

(S/O) "Lunch and a show! You sure you don't wanna give it a try?"

(Naoto) "Now that I'm looking at it in person, absolutely not."

(AN-94) "Oh, burgers are in the mess hall today? I have not had many opportunities to try them."

Truthfully, 94 had no preference on food, nor did she know any nuances that went into cooking. It was just something that never became relevant.

But she was wanting to try new things, especially if it made S/O happy.

She was quite perplexed looking at the burger, examining it like she would a new weapon.

When she bites into it, her eyes slightly widen at the variety of textures. She makes sure to take extra note of what S/O's preferences are, in the event she is ever tasked with retrieving a meal for them.

(AN-94) "Interesting...I can see why humans would like this sort of thing."

Since it's not required for her to eat, she keeps this food more as a reward after a mission than anything.

(Rosaria) "Interesting dish. These much calories are probably sinful for those on diet."

Rosaria quite likes how the meat inside the burger tastes.

If she can add some alcohol to the burger, then she's even more for it.

She didn't cook quite often, but it let her play around with different combinations to see what her and S/O enjoyed.

Though that being said, she didn't really understand the whole concept of a 'Burger Date'.

Was it really a whole new date if they just ate something a bit more exotic than usual?

Regardless, she makes sure not to eat them too often. She's not exactly watching her weight or anything, but too much of it would probably kill her.

...Now she had an idea.

Stelle enjoys food of all varieties but there is one thing that is her guilty pleasure. Junk food.

Depending on how one cooked a burger, it could be classified as just a normal meal, but Stelle was never one to sugarcoat things.

It was an indulgence food, and she loved it.

Of course considering her position as a Trailblazer, she probably shouldn't gorge herself, lest she feel sluggish during an expedition.

But that does not stop her from eating them with S/O whenever they ask.

In fact, all they have to do is give her the excuse. Homemade or takeout, it doesn't matter. She wants it.

Her stoic expression softens a little whenever she's eating with her S/O, talking about whatever really comes to mind.

That being said, she is quite picky where she gets the burgers from. If they give her or S/O a topping she didn't ask for even once, she's never coming back.

She wants to enjoy her food damn it, she doesn't want to fight gross ass toppings, on top of everything else in this galaxy that wants her dead.

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pablitogavii · 11 months

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Story of my life Pt. 1

Short series coming your way loves :) Hope you enjoy it!

PART 2

First and foremost, people usually knew about you as the daughter of the famous Xavi Hernandez, old Barça player and current coach of the first time. But besides that complicated fact, your life was pretty normal and simple..until you became best friends with Pablo Gavira.

"Would you stop chewing so loud bombon!? You will scare all the guests away" Pablo smirked and you rolled your eyes chewing even louder on purpose to spite him.

"Which movie are we gonna be watching anyways??" you said stuffing your mouth with the delicious carne asada while he chuckled shaking his head at your behavior.

"It's the new one you kept whining nobody wanted to watch with you. One with Jenifer Lopez in the main role" Pablo said and you smiled that he agreed to watch the movie with you despite knowing he wasn't much of a fan of going to cinema especially since the crazy fans would always start to develop stories whenever he is seen with any girl.

"And what if the die heart fans think we are dating??" you chuckle seeing him roll his eyes in annoyance shaking his head.

"Nahh. It's not like I'm going to take you to the back row so we can make out in peace but accidentally get caught with someone's camera..." Pablo said and you almost chocked on your meal seeing him laugh hysterically at your reaction.

"Cabrón! I have a boyfriend if you forgot!" you said and Pablo rolled his eyes never really being the biggest fan of your as he calls 'boy-toy' Trevor Parker, cute American exchange student who was as far away from your type as possible but somehow menage to charm you in school. All lies aside, it was during the time Pablo was away for the World Cup and you were lonely.

You always found Pablo attractive and that was no secret (even to your dad) but somehow you found girl's obsessing over him as a clear sign you should stay away. You didn't want to be one of the many.

Your phone kept buzzing and you lowered your light seeing five unread messages from Trevor who was wondering where you were. As much as Pablo disliked him, Trevor hated Pablo even more always saying that he is trying to steal you away. He even asked you to drop Pablo as your best friend but you refused so now you hide whenever you are with Pablo in order to avoid stupid arguments.

"Tell the cabrón you are busy and turn that shit off!" Pablo was annoyed and it took you by surprise this being the first time he showed he was affected by Trevor that much. You did as he said giving your focus back to the move while catching sight of Pablo's clenched jaw from time to time. Why was he so angry??

After the movie ended, Pablo gave you a ride home opening the door for you like always but then the sound of Trevor's american accent interrupted the moment.

"I knew you were with him! Where have you been!?" Trevor was yelling and Pablo was getting angrier by the second hating to stay silent while someone was talking to you in such a way. Why is it his fucking business where you were with your best friend!? Pablo hated this guy!

"Tranquí hermano. We just hung out and that's all" Pablo said but Trevor was ignoring him looking straight at your guilty face. You shouldn't have lied, that's true, but you wanted to avoid being yelled at again just for wanting to spend time with your best friend.

"What were you doing all night with him!?" Trevor was yelling at your face and Pablo was having enough knowing it's not his place to say anything but just wanting to hold you to his chest and save you from this asshole!

"We were watching a movie.." you whispered and Pablo could tell that this guy was scaring you into obedience which was far away from love..he just wished you saw yourself right now and stopped finding excuses for this toxicity.

"So you have a boyfriend but instead go watch a movie with some other dude!? Why didn't you ask me!?" Trevor said while Pablo was holding his hand in tight fists imagining them hitting his stupid face.

"I did ask you..but you said no.." you reminded the boy who only laughed at that saying that it was the stupidest movie to ever be made to what you only shrugged.

How could you stay with someone who treated you like this!? Pablo wasn't a big movie fan but seeing you next to him with a big smile while watching your favorite celebrity was enough to make that his favorite movie from now on..it was your happiness that mattered to him.

"Let's just go inside!" Trevor said and Pablo could tell that was not what you wanted but nodded your head anyways.

"Are you sure bombon?" Pablo's eyes were full on concern and you didn't want him to worry about you nodding your head and faking a smile.

"Thanks for the ride, Pabs. See you around!" you said walking towards the door feeling Trevor's hand slap your ass on purpose to make Pablo see it and you felt so disgusted- like a piece of meat he was using to prove a point.

Pablo haven't seen your for a week after that, knowing that cabrón didn't let you out of his sight but secretly hoping you will come to the next game tomorrow.

He couldn't stop thinking about Trevor slapping your ass wanting to break his arm for ever laying a finger on your precious body but then he remembered that he wasn't your boyfriend. You were no Pablo's to protect..you were not his.

"Míster, viene tu hija??" Pablo asked Xavi in the changing room and the man nodded saying she is sitting on her usual seats right by the tunnel. The man knew of your friendship and unlike Trevor, Pablo was someone he trusted much more.

Pablo went to say hello a little surprised when he saw you wearing your regular red shirt instead of his jersey. Ever since he gifted you his jersey after the big El Classico win, you were wearing it to every game ever since as a sign of support to your best friend.

"Dónde está mi camiseta bombon?" Pablo said and you looked down sadly shaking your head remembering for how long Trevor yelled at you when you wore it so you had to change out of it if you wanted to go at all.

"He wouldn't let me Pabs...I'm sorry" you said and Pablo clenched his jaw wishing he can beat that entitled american ass so badly.

"Well he is not here now..here you go" Pablo took off his jersey and your eyes widened as he climbed the railing asking you to raise your arms before slipping it over your body making you smile wide.

"Good luck Pabs!" you said and he smiled back jumping off and looking up at you as his teammates started running to the pitch for warm ups.

"I won't need it..you are here watching me" Pablo said with a big smile and you nodded as he left to join the rest of the team.

He won..of course he did..and he looked so good doing it..you were mesmerized for those two hours but then reality hit you. Trevor was right, you were falling in love with Pablo (or maybe you always were in love with him) but you committed to someone who should have your full attention.

Pablo will never give you his attention fully..not with football and the girls throwing themselves at his feet...Pablo is an impossible mission!

"Did you see that bombon!? We won! You're my lucky charm!" Pablo hugged you tightly but you didn't hug him back backing away before taking off his jersey giving it back to him.

"Congrats..um I have to go Pabs..I'm sorry" you said not wanting to cry in front of him and he just took his jersey with furrowed eyebrows watching you leave the stadium in a rush.

You came home locking yourself in your room crying for what felt like eternity, before finally dialing Trevor's number wondering if he wanted to come over. You could use some company to forget about Pablo.

No answer. Again. No answer. Huh? Where was he?

Pablo went to the nearby club to celebrate the victory with his friends although he wasn't much in the mood after you leaving so suddenly. He wanted to call you or even better drive to your house but he knew that wouldn't be the smartest idea if Trevor was there.

The last thing he expected was to see Trevor sitting right across from their boot instead making out with some blonde who clearly did way too much plastic surgery..I mean her boobs looked like they might explode any second.

His poor girl..she was going to be heartbroken over this imbecile!

Pedri noticed Pablo getting up quickly before rushing to their table surprising Trevor before hitting his face with all the pumped up anger he held in for months.

"You disgusting hijo de puta! You are cheating on the most amazing girl with her!? " Pablo sat at him about to hit him again but Trevor got up to his feet.

"Your shortie of a friend doesn't have much of a body bro! I mean when did you ever seen her wear something hot??" Trevor was clearly drunk not knowing what he was saying and Pablo smirked pushing him back.

"This morning..when she was in my jersey!" Pablo said hitting the right spot

Trevor punched him and suddenly everyone was yelling rushing away from the fight while Pedri ran to pull Pablo out of the club and into the cab before paparazzi arrived.

Pablo was on the bike when he saw you enter the training center looking extremely angry asking your dad if you could see Pablo outside and he permitted it wondering himself what happened.

"Hey bombon, what happened?" Pablo was concerned when you didn't reply to his calls last night when he was trying to tell you that Trevor cheated and now you looked like you wanted to kill him.

"You told Trevor about the jersey!? Why Pablo!? Are you trying to break off my relationship!?" you were yelling angrily and Pablo couldn't make you shut up so he can tell your about Trevor and that girl at the club.

"He cheated on you Y/n! He cheated and had an audacity to say you don't have a good body when you are nothing short of perfect! I couldn't let him win!" Pablo was yelling now too expecting you to be shocked after hearing that Trevor cheated but you weren't.

"He told me about the girl..and I forgave him Pablo" you said and now Pablo was the one in utter shock.

"Why!?" Pablo said wishing that all of this was big bad dream that will soon be over. Why would you let someone disrespect you over and over again like this??

"Because I've cheated on him too..well not really..but I've been thinking about someone else while we were together and he sensed that..which is why he was angry and said all of those things" you explained not wanting to be too detailed but Pablo knew that this guy was manipulating you and making you stay with him for some reason.

"Do you love with Y/n?" Pablo took you back with that question while you gulped heavily knowing that the answer is no but nodding your head nevertheless. You will start loving him now that you stopped thinking about Pablo..right??

"Just promise you will come to me if you ever need me bombon?" Pablo said and you felt your eyes fill with tear almost feeling like this was a goodbye you never wanted to say.

"I promise Pabs.." you say hugging him tightly and he tugs you back never wanting to let go but knowing he had no right to keep holding you any longer.

Pablo cared about you too much and was too stubborn to just let this go...you mattered to him and someone was using your kindness for personal gain but Pablo wasn't going to allow it without a fight. He was determined to find out what this kid wanted from you and save your from his toxicity no matter what it took!

You might not be his girl..but he felt like you were his to protect and he felt motivated to do so!

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inluvwithnay · 5 months

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Thinking about gp!Momo using bratty Nayeon for hours after she continuously teased Momo with “innocent” touches all day. Nayeon has tears forming in her eyes as she begs Momo to give her a break but she just fills her up more 🫣 (or like whatever normal people think about before bed)

remember, this is a punishment - im nayeon x hirai momo

@nr1chaedickrider

cw: smut, bratty!nayeon, dom!gp!momo, brat taming, teasing, edging, exhibitionism, slight nipple play, overstimulation, breeding.

a/n: i <3 namo, i couldn’t help but make this ask into a fic <3.

wc: 1.8k

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momo knew that even though nayeon was usually always well behaved, she had her moments where she would act out.

that was usually only at home though.

not in public. nayeon knew momo never had the patience to deal with her brattiness. until now.

it started during dance practice, nayeon rubbing momo’s thigh oh so innocently while they were sitting on the couch, smiling at the japanese girl with an innocent look.

“watcha doing bun?” momo questioned, looking at the hand on her thigh, which was gently rubbing the soft fabric of momo’s sweatpants.

nayeon didn’t answer, only smirking before going back to practicing the choreography.

momo felt that this was gonna be a long day.

and boy, was she right.

nayeon continuously teased momo throughout the rest of practice. caressing her thigh, kissing her neck and very subtly groping momos tits when no one was looking, this caused momo’s dick to stir in her sweatpants, her bulge very visible. but once again, nayeon only smirked.

after dance practice, momo and nayeon went to grab some food with sana and jihyo. after ordering their meal, nayeon couldn’t help herself. seeing how good momo looked in that oversized black hoodie that she put on after dance practice. bulge still very much visible, but only when momo sat down and the hoodie rode up.

the four girls were in a secluded part of the restaurant, which meant that no one could see when nayeon started stroking momo’s pretty cock over the 2 layers of fabric. making momo give her a death stare.

nayeon continued talking with the girls as if nothing was happening, momo was doing her best to hold back her whines, and somehow she managed to, she was getting so close so easily, about cum in her sweatpants as nayeon kept palming her bulge while laughing with sana.

but nayeon pulled her hand away when she saw the waiter walk over with their food, just as momo was about to cum. she was expecting nayeon to keep going.

but no, of course she didn’t.

the girls ate their meal, talking and laughing for a bit before going home.

once nayeon and momo were back at there shared apartment nayeon skipped through the door and momo slammed it behind her.

“nuh-uh, not so fast bunny” momo grabbed nayeon’s wrist and pulled her back and pushed her against the wall, making nayeon whine.

“you think you can act all bratty like that and i’ll let you get away with it? you know how this works, slut.”

“im sorry, momoring.” momo rolled her eyes, scoffing.

“sorry’s not gonna cut it baby.” nayeon giggles, thinking momo looks cute when she’s trying to be all serious, but her laugh was cut off when momo wrapped her hand around nayeon’s throat gently.

“don’t be such a brat or i won’t touch you at all, got it?” nayeon nods only nods before getting on her knees before momo could ask her to.

“oh so you didn’t even need me to say it? what a good slut. you’re just desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

“yes mommy… can i?” momo nods, signalling for nayeon to remove the younger girls sweatpants, nayeon smiles as she kisses momo’s half hard cock over her boxers, getting her back to full hardness.

nayeon pulls momo’s boxers off, making her dick spring out, precum leaking from the tip, making the older girl drool.

“such a pretty cock for a pretty girl.” momo moans when she feels nayeon take her whole length down her throat while holding eye contact.

momo places her hand of the wall to balance herself as nayeon bobs her head, sucking hard and using her tongue well. “good girl, fuck!” momo mutters, subconsciously thrusting into nayeon's mouth.

and once again, right as she was about to cum, nayeon pulled back and stood up giggling before walking away.

“bedroom, now.” momo said sternly, and nayeon obeyed, walking to the room, undressing and lying face down on the bed, her hips raised.

“if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one.” momo spanks nayeon, hard, hard enough to leave a big red mark.

“mommy please, need you so bad.” she feels herself get flipped on her back, then she feels momo’s soft lips on hers. she kisses back eagerly, smiling into into it. she whines when momo pulls back.

“if this gets too much, you can always use the safeword, okay babe?” nayeon nods and momo smiles, uttering a small ‘good girl’ before trailing her kisses down the older girls body, licking and sucking at her neck to leave a few marks before going lower, stopping at her chest, “don’t forget this is a punishment.” she mumbles before taking one of nayeon’s nipples into her mouth.

“a-ah! mommy, shit.” nayeon arches into momos touch, the feeling so good on her sensitive tits.

momo trails her kisses even lower, getting off the bed and pulling nayeon’s legs so she’s at the edge of the bed, her soaked cunt on full display, her slick leaking out of her and leaving a very small puddle on the bed.

“oh baby, you’re dripping.” momo stares in awe before kissing nayeons thighs, ignoring her twitching clit.

“mommy… need your tongue on me, please.” momo just laughs at how pathetic nayeon looks, her face pink, pretty love marks on her neck, her nipples swollen. she looked ruined already and momo hadn’t even touched her yet.

the younger girl ties her hair back and dives right in, sucking on nayeon’s sensitive clit, using her tongue to add extra stimulation.

nayeon whines, eyes screwed shut and her face flushed. to momo, it was the prettiest sight ever and she couldn’t help but smile as she devoured nayeon’s core, sticking her tongue inside the wet heat, nayeon’s eyes roll as she moans loudly.

“hnng, mommy, fuckkkk!” nayeon was sensitive, which momo knew. she knew it wouldn’t take long for her girlfriend to reach her climax.

nayeon’s legs shook violently as she came, screaming as momo continued to lap at her cunt, making sure not to waste a drop of nayeon’s slick.

nayeon thought she’d stop, but she didn’t, of course momo wouldn’t. this was still a punishment after all.

momo buried her face even deeper into nayeon’s pussy, if that was even possible. she couldn’t help it, nayeons slick on her tongue and in her mouth was too good, she could barely keep herself together. she could cum untouched from just eating the older’s cunt, but she knew to save it.

“mommy! too much!! please stop!” nayeon whimpered. momo replaced her tongue with her ring and middle finger, thrusting into nayeon rapidly.

“im sure you can take it. mommy knows you’ll cry if i stop so why are you complaining, bunny? hm?”

the older girl only nods, moans and whines getting louder as momo’s fingers kept tapping against her g-spot, coaxing her towards another orgasm, which came sooner than momo expected.

nayeon tightened around her as her cum soaked momo’s fingers.

“there you go, bunny. good fucking girl.” momo praised, removing her fingers and licking them clean. nayeon kissing her after she was finished, tasting herself on momo’s tongue.

nayeon pulled away, subtly smiling and blushing hard. “i love you.” she whispered and it was now momo’s turn to blush. “i love you too. but don’t think that’s the end of your punishment, sweet girl. you’re not getting off that easy. especially not when you edged me twice.” nayeon only nods.

momo pushes nayeon back on the bed and flips her on her front, her hips raised, her back arched. momo sat staring at her back as she removed her own bra, leaving both girls naked.

momo leans down and whispers into nayeon’s ear, “i hope you know im not going easy on you, darling.” nayeon only nods as momo rubs her shaft up and down her entrance before gently pushing in. nayeon whines as her cunt gets stretched in a familiar, very pleasurable manner. she loves how thick momos cock is and how full it makes her feel.

momo thrusts slowly at first, but eventually speeds up her movements until she’s thrusting into nayeon at an animalistic pace, groaning lowly as she felt nayeon’s walls squeezing her dick so well.

“fuck babe, you’re cunts so tight, i love your pretty pussy.” nayeon couldn’t talk through her moans so she just nodded her head as she babbled incoherently.

“fuck, mommy’s gonna cum soon, where do you want me to do it?”

“inside! please- ah! cum inside me, fill me up, breed me please!!” nayeon begged and after another minute, they both came at the same time, momo stilled as she filled nayeon to the brim, her cock pulsing as she shot ropes of her cum deep into nayeon, the older girl crying from pleasure.

momo pulled out and watched her load drip out from nayeon, the sight of this mixed with the sound of nayeon’s sobs enough to get her hard again.

nayeon sat up and faced momo, her cheeks stained with tears and more cum leaking from her used cunt.

“oh, you look so pretty like this, why don’t you let mommy use you more. just mommy breed you some more.”

nayeon is too sensitive at this point, yet she still wants more. “i can’t take anymore, ‘m too sensitive, can we take a break?”

momo glares at her. “you can take one more, don’t be so pathetic.”

nayeon crawls into momo’s lap as the younger girl slides her cock back into nayeon’s puffy pussy.

“good girl. show mommy how well you can ride her cock, princess, i wanna see you cry more.”

nayeon instantly starts grinding her hips and bouncing slightly, whining from how sensitive she is, even though she’s already on the way to her fourth orgasm of the night.

after around 5 or so minutes, she stops bouncing, too tired, but still wanting more. so, she’s thankful when momo holds her waist and thrusts into her hard and fast. causing nayeon to cry from how good it feels.

she cums again with a silent scream, walls so tight around momo’s length that the younger girl can’t help but cum earlier than expected. fucking her load so deep into nayeon as the older girl trembles, falling limp into momo’s embrace.

momo feels nayeon shaking and sobbing against her chest and instantly panics, scared incase she hurt her unnie. “are you okay? was that too much?” nayeon shakes her head and hugs momo tighter.

“it was really good momo, t-thank you” nayeon kisses her chest, making the japanese girl smile.

“you’re welcome baby, let’s go get cleaned up, okay?” momo says, carrying nayeon to the bathroom and getting them both cleaned up before going back to momo’s room, nayeon stealing one of her oversized sweatshirts as momo put on a t-shirt and a fresh pair of boxers, she quickly runs to nayeon’s room and gets her a clean pair of panties to wear and helps her put them on.

they lie on the bed with nayeon’s head on momos chest, both girls almost instantly falling asleep as they held each other in momo’s bed.

#twice imagines #twice smut #twice scenarios #nayeon imagines #nayeon smut #im nayeon #momo imagines #momo smut #hirai momo #namo

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Can I please request headcanons for platonic Yandere Douma for a human child

Yandere Platonic Douma

a/n: I’m so sorry about the delay in my posting, I had some family stuff to take care of, but thank you all for supporting me and the content I have out!

tw: yandere themes, implied abandonment/neglect, cult themes, reader is kinda insulted by Douma, but not really, implied murder, cannibalism, Douma is his own warning tbh, reader tries to pull a Kotoha

•You met Douma on a cold winter night with a harsh storm blowing through the air. The Upper Kizuki had been out, hunting for a meal. That’s when he happened upon the body of a young child, seemingly frozen to death. Oh, how pitiful! The child had to die in such cruel and uncaring manner. Douma would have left if you didn’t make a sudden motion. Swiftly, Douma turned his gaze towards you. You were still alive? That peaked his interest. Such strength in such a puny little thing. How amusing!

•Even though Douma can’t feel true emotions, he can express small things such as admiration. And admire you he does- you’re such a tenacious little thing. You’d grow to become quite useful if given the proper care. Perhaps he could turn you into a demon to serve his master. If you were this strong as a young human, you’d be even stronger as a demon. Maybe even becoming an Upper Moon like himself!

•Douma then took you to his cult where he ordered the cult members to look after you. You remained in a coma for a few days, and then you finally woke up. Confused and scared, you started to panic. Where were you? What were you doing here? And more importantly— who were you? You began to thrash around at the cult members who were assigned to take care of you. Hearing the commotion, Douma went to the room you were kept. The moment he stepped in the room you fell still. Even though you were young, you could feel the intimidating presence behind his smiling face.

•Douma walked over to you and greeted you with false sweetness. You shrunk into yourself, avoiding his gaze. Douma noticing your shyness, found it adorable. Who wouldn’t though? You were so tiny, hiding in the soft sleep kimono you were wearing. Douma decided then and there to keep you by his side. Kind of like Kotoha’s situation, except he wanted to turn you into a demon. Plus, he’s always been fond of children, so this isn’t that unusual. Douma began to quiz you, unsurely, you answered his questions which allowed him to discover your amnesia. That was convenient, you were a blank slate. Someone who he could mold however he wanted.

•Thus, your life at the cult started. The cult members were instructed to treat you well, and they did. Your new life— not that you could remember your old one- was pleasant. All your needs were met, you’d never go hungry or thirsty, you were comfortable. But life there was also strange. You had ‘lessons’ in which you were taught about your apparent saviour, Douma. You were told that he was your life, your entire being belonged to him, and you must obey him. You didn’t really like those lessons, but you did enjoy one thing. Your training in the art of tessenjustu, overseen by a skilled member of the cult. Within, two months time, you grew accustomed to your routine, excelling in both your studies and training. Douma became intrigued with your fast improvement and decided to oversee your training himself.

•That day you’d woken up like normal, eaten breakfast, attended your morning lessons, eaten lunch, and attended your afternoon lessons. And then finally, you would go to your tessenjustu training. However, your excitement faded when you saw him, Lord Douma himself, standing in place of your usual teacher. Swiftly, you fell into a bow. His overly-false friendly attitude still unnerved you. Despite this, you maintained a cool face and behaved politely. The question of his purpose for being here danced on your tongue, but you withheld it. As if he sensed your inquiry, Douma explained that he would be training you as of now. Your eyes widened slightly in shock, then you quickly returned your face to its neutral expression. Douma noted your shock, allowing an uncertain silence to wash over you until he ordered you to attack him. You froze in surprise, he surely couldn’t expect to to attack him! Oh but he did, he then ‘asked’ you to demonstrate your abilities. Although, you both knew it wasn’t actually a request so much as it was a demand. You took a deep breath and got into the proper stance. Then, you launched your attack. You couldn’t penetrate his defence but you were quite good for a novice. Your moves were quickly, with some precision. Just not a lot of strength behind them. The session ended when you were doubled over, panting, trying to regain your energy. Douma was unharmed, the unnerving smile remained painted on his face. Normally, people would have felt ashamed or embarrassed, but you didn’t. Instead, you thanked him for the lesson and left. Your reaction interested Douma, who would train with you every five to eight days when he had time.

•Douma and your training sessions not only raised your skill level, but formed a bond between you two as student and teacher. You began to respect him, not worship him like other humans, or dismiss him as an annoyance like other demons, you simply respected him. The bond began to deepen and Douma found himself training you more often as his admiration for you turned into affection. Then, his affection turned into love. He realized that he loved you after your latest training session finished, you thanked him as usual and went on your way. Douma had decided to turn you into a demon a long time ago, but he didn’t want you to become a servant to his master, Douma realized. He wanted to turn you into a demon so that you would remain by his side forever. He felt elated at this revelation, he could feel emotions, all of which were spurned by you. His heart beat for you, he couldn’t let you go, not now.

•Yet it seems like your utopia was not destined to last long, as you noticed some cult members you were close too were disappearing. Which was totally not Douma killing them out of jealousy. You grew concerned and uneasy, and you decided to discuss the disappearances with Douma. However, the sight that greeted you halted all your thoughts. It was Douma, your teacher, your saviour, the man you saw as a father, eating a woman. You froze, stunned by his actions and questions formed quickly. He was a cannibal? How could he lie to you? Was he going to eat you too? You didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. Douma then noticed your presence, but before he could do anything, you took off, running as fast as you could.

Huffing, you ran as quickly as your legs would carry you through the woods near the Paradise Faith Cult. Your lungs felt like they would burst, and every part of your body ached from pain and coldness. You couldn’t remember how long you’d been running for, almost an hour if you had to guess. But no matter how much your body hurt, you couldn’t rest. Not when he was chasing you. But your body told a different story.

You felt numb, for you’d been running barefoot in a sleep kimono through the snow-filled woods. The wind was harsh and howled as blew. A flurry of snowflakes whipped around, aiding in blocking your vision along with the dark of the night. Puffs of steam left your parted lips as you panted. You previously wanted to hit yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but this was probably a better punishment.

Honestly, how could be so stupid? You’d always been slightly off-put by Douma, but you let your suspicions go as you cultivated a relationship with him. Your lip quivered and you realized you were about to cry. You bit your lip to prevent from breaking into full-on sobs, but couldn’t stop the few tears that welled up. The tears froze as they fell, adding to the cruel cold that overwhelmed you. Still, you pushed yourself to keep going. You weren’t going to die here. Douma himself had said it, you were a survivor. So, no matter what, you wouldn’t die. You’d get out of this alive, you swore to yourself. The trees further up were more open, you noted, squinting to try and get a closer look. A clearing, you thought excitedly, a way out of here!

You sped up, aided by your new-found adrenaline. As you bounded up the snow, something about the clearing seemed off. But you couldn’t turn back now, not when you’d made it this far. Setting your suspicions aside, you focused on getting to the clearing. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reached the opening. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized what was at the end of it— a cliff! You skidded to stop and stared down to the bottom of it. Gulping, you turned you looked down below. Beneath the cliff was a rushing river. You clenched your teeth, unsure of what to do.

“My, my, (Y/N), you’ve gone quite far, haven’t you?”

You gulped in fear and slowly turned to face him, to face Douma. A rush of emotions flooded through you, ranging from horror to anger. Horrified because this monster had caught up to you, angry because he had betrayed you, sad because you loved him, and guilt because you could’ve saved yourself and others if you just payed attention and listened to your gut. There were so many things you could’ve done, should’ve done in that moment. Alas, you remained still as a deer in headlights.

Douma smiled that unnerving smile of his, but he couldn’t hide the anger in his eyes. “Come along now (Y/N), it’s time to return home.”

You shook your head slightly, then you took a small step back. The edge of the cliff crumbled, alarming both you and Douma. In that moment, Douma felt both fear and anger surging through him. He was angry at you for leaving him. But he was also angry at himself for being careless, he should’ve turned you into a demon sooner. And honestly, you’d be better off for it. Look at the state of you, pale and shivering from the cold. You looked sickly and would surely fall ill. Still, Douma was mostly fearful of losing the only thing he’s ever loved, the one person who made him feel.

“It’s alright (Y/N). You’re forgiven, I won’t hurt you,” cooed Douma, attempting to coax you from cliff. His efforts only caused you to back up further.

Suddenly, the edge cliff crumbled more and the chunk you had stepped onto broke off. You shrieked as you fell backwards. Douma rushed to catch you, panic in his voice as he shouted your name. And then you blacked out, the cold and tiredness having caught up with you. Douma managed to grasp your wrist in time and hoisted you up. He possessively held you to his chest, carrying you bridal style. Your body was almost as cold as his, Douma noted frowning with concern. Yet there was sense of relief that washed over him. You were back in his arms, and he would never let you go again.

#platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere douma #yandere douma x reader #yandere kny #yandere kny x reader #Yandere demon slayer x reader #yandere demon slayer #yandere doma #yandere doma x reader

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Pomefiore: When They're Sick

Did I have too much fun writing Rook, as per usual? The answer is yes. I think I finally get why I like him so much; we're the same dramatic hoe who will talk and hype our friends up. Also obsessive tendencies for the win. He stalks Neige like the fanboy he is, and I stalk several fictional men like the fanboy I am. We're not so different…oh look like I'm rambling again. Hahaha please enjoy the next part of the series!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please click the “Au Information” below!

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Pomefiore: When They’re Sick

Vil has always been meticulous when it comes to self-care, and holds everyone in his dorm to the same standards. This means getting sick in the dorm wasn’t a very common experience, since everyone took care of their health and took proper vitamins to ensure they don’t get ill. Sadly this doesn’t stop the beautiful thing known as the common cold from spreading around and getting a few sick. Normally it was a quarantine situation, keep the sick student at the nurse’s office until they can get better and keep them away from the other students. Sadly during the flu season, every bed in the nurse's office is oftentimes taken, and no Pomefiore members wants to risk getting sick just to take care of someone.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil sees being sick as a major inconvenience on his end, and automatically goes into self care mode. If he even so much as sniffles he’s calling up a doctor. His health is very important, so he’s meticulous in taking care of things before it gets bad. Sadly some things can’t be prevented, and when flu season rolls around and it’s a new strain that his body isn’t used to, there’s only so much he can do. He’ll still be calling up a personal doctor though to help take care of him.

The moment you offer to help he’s turning you away. He already has a team on it in order to take care of him, so he doesn’t need a classmate to do anything for him. So why aren’t you leaving? You know you can get sick too, right? Not to mention he looks hideous like this! His poor skin is paler than normal and looks sickly, his nose and eyes are red and he has the sniffles. Honestly the only reason he doesn’t want you there is because he can’t stand you seeing him like this. Insist on staying though, because doctors are one thing but they aren’t there 24/7 to take care of him, and something domestic about taking care of someone while sick melts his heart.

Due to the doctor’s working with him, he has lots of prescribed medication and vitamins to take while recovering. The only thing he needs is for someone to bring them to him while he lays in bed and tries to feel better. This is where you come in, obviously, playing the role of nurse and making sure he takes all his medication. He’s anal about it being exactly on time, so have alarms set so he doesn’t have to even think about it.

Just like with medication, he has a team of nutritionists making him meal plans. Again, his health is closely connected with his career, so he needs to get better as soon as possible. If you make the meals you better follow the instructions perfectly, or get someone else to do it. He won’t admit it, but he’s happy if you make him the food yourself. He’ll comment that it tastes nice and that he appreciates the efforts you’re going through to take care of him.

Thanks to you, the doctors, and nutritionist, his flu lasts a solid three days. He’s going to be taking it easy for the next week or so just to make sure his body is fully recovered. He’ll of course be thanking you at that time, and letting you know how much your efforts mean to him. He even promises that if you ever fall ill, he’ll make sure to get you a team to help take care and nurse you back to health. Wait…you want him to assist? Oh honey, he can’t afford to get sick again.

Rook Hunt

Rook has always been a wild child, eating things off the ground when he was a small boy and hiding in the foliage while hunting. His immune system is legendary at this point, so it’s no surprise that he rarely ever catches anything more than a slight head cold. When the flu season washes over Pomefiore and he gets sick though, it’s game over. He’s getting the man flu to the max, high fever and delirious to the max. He probably should be taken to the hospital because you’d think he was dying with how crummy he feels.

He’s not even going to remember you offering help, but he is going to remember you taking care of him. That high fever makes most of him being sick on the first day very fuzzy. He does recall Vil checking in on him and then getting a doctor, and then later you came over and saw his state. By the second day when he’s no longer suffering from his fever, he’ll be a lot happier to have you around. He’ll be calling you all sorts of pet names and adoring every moment he gets to see you, calling you the perfect spouse even if you’re not romantically involved in the slightest.

He will happily take anything you give him, even the most foul tasting liquids. He’ll say it tastes heavenly just because you prepared it for him, and be thanking you as he takes it. He won’t even make a reaction to visibly show disgust, just a smile as he puts it down. He’ll then be asking if you’d like to sit and stay for a while so he won’t be so lonesome. He does worry about you getting sick, but as long as you’re not sitting on the bed and are a safe distance away, he’ll love to have your company. He’ll be babbling away about stories from his childhood to help pass the time until he falls asleep.

Oh? You made him something? Perhaps getting sick every so often is worth it if it means he gets to have a come cooked meal delivered directly to his bed. Of course he’s going to adore whatever you make him and not think twice about what’s actually in it. He’ll be singing your praises to the moon and back, even if it’s not super tasty. Really it’s the thought and effort that you put into it that has him singing praise; if it happens to taste good that’s just a bonus.

Once he’s better you’ll be bombarded with compliments and small presents. Sitting in class is always interesting when random arrows impale themselves into your desk with a small poem about how heroic you were to save a damsel in distress like him while he was sick and dying. He’s dramatic, of course, but he’s truthful. He really appreciated all the time and effort you spent to help nurse him back to help, and he swears one day he’ll return the favor ten fold.

Epel Felmier

Epel is the definition of “I’m fine” when he’s clearly not. As someone who grew up on a farm, he never sought medical treatment unless his grandma was dragging him in. Things were always too busy and he didn’t have time to take away from his chores. So unless he’s dying or someone he knows is dragging his ass to the nurse, he’ll just go about his day. Sadly for Epel, he lives in Pomefiore with Vil who notices every nuance. The moment he gets sick Vil is dragging him to the nurse and getting him on some medication and forcing him to rest in bed.

He doesn’t need help at all…or so he says. Really, it’s just a slight cough and a runny nose, nothing to worry about. He could still go to class like this actually, but sadly Vil won’t let him. If you insist enough he’ll allow it though, one thing he does remember growing up was how kind his grandma always was when taking care of him while sick. It’s going to warm his heart and he’ll be thanking you for taking care of him. He won’t be too fussy either, letting you do whatever you think he might need.

Okay now this is where he draws the line; he cannot stand medicine. Even at home he rarely ever took it since it was never serious, so having you telling him he has to is blasphemous. He’s going to try and negotiate so he doesn’t have to take it, but he knows it’s a losing battle. If he doesn’t take it from you, then Vil is going to be forcing it onto him one way or another. Better to just let you hand it to him so it’s more pleasant, right?

Now he can get behind this, nothing beats a good home cooked meal when you’re feeling sick. Hand him some chicken noodle soup and he’s a happy boy. Suddenly being sick and having you take care of him is all worth it. He won’t comment that it isn’t up to par with granny though, everyone knows that Grandma’s make the best soups when you’re sick. Something about it heals the mind and soul, but yours does come pretty close. If it’s from a can, just don’t say anything and ruin the illusion. Although honestly if Vil saw you bringing a canned soup to Epel while he’s sick, he'd grab it and force you to the kitchen for a cooking lesson.

Vil is making him go to your dorm with a handwritten thank you note; and his grandma probably sent him some apple juice to give to you as well. He’s a bit embarrassed when he comes in with all the things, but loosens up when you tell him all is good. He’ll insist that he’ll help you if you ever get sick though, and will probably stay over to enjoy a bottle of apple juice and maybe leave behind a perfectly carved apple. It’s the little things that make a difference.

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