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hyewka · 1 year ago

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can i suggest a fic where beomgyu is helping take the reader’s mind off a bad breakup…. by fucking the living SHIT out of her NDJDNDJDJDJ

while i fuck you straight | c.bg

warnings; hard dom best friend!gyu, sub!reader, unprotected + pullout method, breeding kink, a spank or two, praise + degradation (mostly praise), slut shaming, rough marking, a tinge of possessiveness, friends w/ benefits, no romantic feelings involved (or are there?), ruined orgasm, princess pet name, beomgyus an insatiable manwhore lol, needy perv gyu with a lot of spit play, fingering, titty sucking hehe, literal messy filth and also barely proofread on my end

a/n; have to thank jazmine with all my heart for proof reading and giving suggestions, i love you so much 😭 @heart2beom this shouldn’t be a big deal as it is, but it is my first time writing full on dom beomgyu so it is this mini celebration for me and all the dom!gyu enthusiasts (i hope) 😇 reblogs are appreciated, keeps me going

You held your phone above your face, scrolling mindlessly through your socials, though subconsciously, you were really just awaiting a call from your boyfriend. Well, now ex-boyfriend. It's already been a week since you got dumped but no matter what went down that day, you couldn't get over him.

It was pitiful every time you jumped up from your bed at a notification just to find it was in fact not your ex asking to take you back and ...just a random spam email.

Beomgyu had his back against your bed, legs sprawled on the floor, also on his phone. You guys had run out of things to talk about when every conversation spun its way back to your ex- Seen that new marvel movie? You wanted to watch it with your boyfriend. That professor just got fired! You remember your boyfriend used to complain about that class. Gosh, you don’t think you’ll ever get over him.

"You're miserable." Beomgyu suddenly brings up.

You groan, as you repeatedly refresh your feed. "Gee, thanks Beomgyu. That definitely doesn't make me ten times more miserable."

He lets his head fall back on your bed, looking up at you through an upside down lens, abandoning his phone. “No, like truly miserable. I’ve never seen you so up and dry and…sober. Be young, live a little.”

You narrow your eyes at him, looking past your phone for the first time in a while. “…You talk like you’re 80 years old, about to retire and wallow in self pity, having experienced all there is to life. Thanks Gyu but no thanks.”

“I’m an old soul Y/N.” He says patting his chest, and you roll your eyes. Not necessarily refuting it, it’s his entire personality. “Where’s the chick I used to know anyway. The old Y/N would’ve been over this in a day with a quick hookup rebound.”

You finally put your phone down, staring up your ceiling. He was totally right. Who else would be right about you if not Beomgyu? But you don’t want to think about your old self, or you’d start sobbing again. Not like you were a totally great person, but that person wouldn’t be so stuck on someone. Anything but being the lovesick, doting person you would’ve made fun of just a year ago. God, he really changed you hadn’t he?

You kick your feet, whining, falling into the abyss of treasured memories. “You don’t understand, he was different, he—he was the one, you know?”

He ponders for a bit, room silent, staring at you through his soft lashes, and you think that maybe he’ll give it you; sympathize and understand that grieving was the entire process of a first love. The silence is suffocating when finally, he lets out a light scoff, cutting through it. “No, no I don’t know. Bet you just got soft.”

“God, fuck you Beomgyu.”

He grins his stupid grin that the situation definitely doesn’t call for, “You wish.”

You think if he wasn’t with you through thick and thin for the past four years, you would’ve definitely developed some sort of hatred.

You could visibly notice a lightbulb spark above his head with the way he immediately sits up straight. “Hey, hey wait.”

You tentatively watch as he turns his back away from you, laying both his arms on the soft cushion of your mattress. “I think I might’ve just had the best idea ever. Of the century. The idea of the century.”

“I highly doubt that.” You say, blindly feeling the surface for your phone already.

“Just hear me out,” he whines noticing your eagerness to dismiss him. “But also don’t freak out or anything. Promise me.”

You stare at him, hesitant before you give in to his doe eyes. Sighing, you say: “Okay. I promise I won’t ‘freak’ out. What’s your groundbreaking idea?”

“We should like… fuck.”

Your brows are slow to raise, the rapidness of your blinking at what you think you just heard—no, not think, know. Beomgyu’s voice, loud and clear with his diction, your eyes widen at the final click of it all. Before you know it, you’re reaching for the pillow behind you, flinging it at him with all strength.

It’s like he predicted it prior, dodging one… and then another as you throw all remaining pillows on your bed. Instead of missing with your last one, you decide to hold on to it, and attack him with it. His smug demeanor of successfully dodging everything just a second ago, dissipates as he takes cover for protection. “Are you fucking—are you crazy?!” you yell exapserated, more than awake with your wide eyes.

“Ya! You—you promised you wouldn’t freak out!” When that doesn’t stop your mania with the damn pillow, he decides to lay it all out with as much speed as he can’t seem to escape your wrath. “You want to forget him don’t you? I mean, you should! He dumped you, it’s over! Sulking over him is—Ow! So out of character for you—fuck—I promise a one time fuck would get your mind off him.”

Your pillow is mid air, and Beomgyu opens an eye to peek, hands still in protection mode—you sigh, landing a weak hit on his head before loosening your grip. You do want to forget. You’d do anything to get rid of what you’re feeling. But…

“It—it wouldn’t change anything for me. If that’s a worry. You know that no matter what, you’re my best friend.” He finds his footing, collecting himself, looking at you with intensity you could date back to just a few times over the course of your very long friendship. “Someone I care about. I can’t stand seeing you hurt and not being able to do anything. You know that.”

You bite down on your lip, staring at the familiar boy with his familiar brown bed of hair, and his familiar eyes, lips…How fast did he get you to actually give this a thought? Probably a minute or two. Beomgyu had a way with convincing you to do …anything. “I…know. But what if, what if I’m still head over heels in love with him? What if it doesn’t change anything for me?”

A grin gradually takes over his face, one that is once again, not fitting for the situation. “Why—why are you smiling like an idiot? This is—”

“It’ll change.”

You knit your brows together. “What?”

You don’t notice the way Beomgyu’s hand slowly inched to yours but suddenly, his palm was over your hand, squeezing it just a bit. “Having sex with me is a once in a life time opportunity. You’ll forget him. I promise.”

If you weren’t so lost in his eyes, as cliché as it sounds, you would’ve been completely taken out—probably a joke on his sheer confidence because who just says that? But he’s so …hypnotizing as you don’t even take notice of the ‘okay’ that leaves your lips.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” You exhale, “Okay. We’re adults. This won’t matter in a few weeks. Let’s do it.”

Beomgyu doesn’t hesitate for more than a few seconds before he was on your bed, crashing his lips on yours, a brief taste of strawberry lip balm, knocking a breath out of you until he slows down, testing the waters, then he stops, noses brushing against each other as he searches for something in your eyes, breathing already heavy, “Is this weird? Was that weird?”

You gulp looking down on his already glistening lips, and you nod. “The—the situation, not …the kiss. Fucking your best friend is an odd situation. The kiss…the kiss was good.” You ramble, your voice barely a whisper but he catches it anyway as you take notice of a small smile before he’s kissing you again, hands once cupping your cheeks already moving down to your tits, ministrating gently—every bit of his action seemed careful, too careful for what you know of the things your friends had told you in heated rants and swoons.

Half of the dictionary could be used to describe Beomgyu, and promiscuous was not an exclusion. You could probably say you already fucked him with the headache inducing details about what being with him in bed was like. Which is why you’re nervous as hell right now. From what you know, Beomgyu was… a lot. More than you could handle now, after an entire year of keeping yourself to one man.

“Jaehyun was worried about you. Was worried about what you’d do to me.” You blurt out randomly when Beomgyus’ moved to peppering feathery kisses along your jawline. He hums against your skin, then stops for a second to whisper, “He was?”

You could feel the smirk on his lips, opening his mouth a tiny amount to slightly suck on your neck at the process of your words—of course Beomgyu would get an ego boost from this. “Why?”

Beomgyu is practically suffocating with how little space he’s giving you, body flush against flush, your chest heaving the rougher he increasingly gets with his marking, his sly hand down to rub between your thighs, right at your core.

“Said you only wanted to get into my pants—h-ha shit, slow down, slow down Gyu.” You were getting teary eyed by his increased speed, friction against your sweats getting you wetter by the second whenever the pad of his finger teased your slit. “You know he—he asked me to stop hanging around you b-because—”

None of this was new to Beomgyu, your past boyfriends have always been worried about him for the exact reason—that he’d convince you to let him fuck you, because apparently women can’t have male best friends without it being more than platonic. But …you guess you aren’t really proving them any wrong now with the way you were letting him have his way, marking messy purple splotches all over, in hungry predatory manner, getting rougher and rougher by the second. You gasp when he abuses the same spot he just visited a few seconds ago, “Beomgyu!”

“Because?”

He presses on your aching core, pending you with the question. He didn’t seem as happy as he was with his smugness prior. “Because he thinks you’re a sleaze.”

An incredulous— mean chuckle from the back of his throat and suddenly his hand was down your panties, abandoning the long game of teasing in matter of seconds. He doesn’t touch you though, which only proves to make you more insane. “That’s dumb. Do you think I’m a sleaze?” You shiver, his deep voice so close to your ears, breath fanning against your cool skin—your eyes could go sore from how hard you’re shutting them closed.

You refuse to give it all to him, it makes you feel embarrassed and small. A new, foreign feeling you never thought you’d experience with Beomgyu of all people. “I-in some ways, yes.”

Not a satisfying response from you, he clicks his tongue like you were a misbehaving child, “You’re really annoying, you know that?”

You don’t get a chance to retort before you feel the pad of his finger prodding your pussy, then moving to gather your wetness.

Suddenly, he freezes his movement, pulling back from your neck, looking at you with an amused glint to his dark eyes. “Shit, you’re fucking drenched. And I barely did anything—”

You think he’s making fun of you so your cheeks quickly flush red, already putting up walls of defence but then he kisses you in the heat of the moment, wiping your frown away and you’re finding yourself reciprocating without a second thought—the kiss so sloppy and messy, string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away out of breath. “Fuck, that’s so hot princess. You’re so hot.” He breathes in awe of the spit—he truly is the biggest perv.

“Spread your legs for me.” he groans, trying to get better access to your pussy. You obey, admittedly a little slow, but who can blame you? It feels embarrassing regardless of who, but it’s ten folds with your best friend. “Moreee.” he whines, and god you wish you could slap him—can he not see that you’re trying?

“Beomgyu—“

Your voice gets cut off, gasping when he takes it upon himself to pull down your sweatpants with a quick swift motion, taking it off completely, revealing your patterned underwear—and god, now you’re hiding your face…everything was so embarrassing. He takes a second to examine the wet dark spot right in the middle, proof to what he felt earlier, but then you kick your feet. “Stop staring freak!” you shriek.

You can see through the cracks of your fingers the smirk he has on, looking at you with so much intensity you think you’d melt. He reaches out to grab your hand and put it down, even through your resistance, you couldn’t match his strength to your dismay. “I wanna see your face. Have to let me see you fall apart on my fingers like a little slut.”

You’re scandalized at his wording, your cheeks once again quickly heating up. But you let him part your timid legs anyway, big hands gripping the softness of your thighs, spreading your legs as much as he possibly could, to the point you felt yourself cramp up. But even with whines of protest he doesn’t ease up—bunching your panties to the side, impatient when finally he inserts a digit—experimental with his movement before you hear him groan out a curse. “You’re so tight holy shit, did he even fuck you?”

“Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know.”

Your senses are already overflowing, you could feel his hard on, his erection pressed on your bare skin, you’re hyper aware of the finger inside you—slender and slow with expertise as he pushes in and out, talking to you as if you could respond with anything more than restrained mewls. “Maybe dating him was good, then you had to be monogamous and not whore around with every guy you laid eyes on like you used to.”

“I-I never whored around—shit.” He suddenly speeds up, a merciless grin spread on his face—did he find messing with you funny?

“Yes you did. It was a new guy every…it was weekly, wasn’t it?”

You shake your head at his accusations, tears brimming when his mouth finds it use, suckling harshly on your nipples through your flimsy top—your body extra sensitive with the way you spasm on a singular finger. He pumps in two without warning and you yelp, hand reaching out to grab at his hair. You swear you could cum just from the stretch. “Stop denying it, you’d do anything for dick. I’m surprised you stayed so long with that bitch. Was he any good?”

One thing you won’t do is tell Beomgyu details of your sex life with your ex. You refuse. But Beomgyu is stubborn, and he isn’t one to give up so easily. Especially if he feels like you’re withholding information from him. “Tell me.”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

He raises his eyebrows in mocking shock, “No way. He never made you cum?”

Your nostrils flair from pure embarrassment and shock. How’d he know? You quickly try to control your expressions, masking it to not give him a hint that his guess was right, but he knew you too well. You hate that. Especially now.

“Can’t believe you’re hung up on a man—fuck, baby are you close? Hung up on a man that never made you orgasm—shit,” He breathes, rubbing his clothed dick on your thigh, getting off at the sight of your face. You really are falling apart. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll take care of you.”

You tighten your hold on his hair, feeling yourself get close as you grind down on his fingers, chasing your high, choosing for your sanity to ignore all his sweet talkings.

“Gyu, gyu I-I’m gonna—No—no-why? God, fuck you, you’re such a—such a dickhead!”

Beomgyu just ruined your orgasm by completely taking out his fingers, you could practically cry out of frustration and yet he didn’t seem the least bit sorry. Instead, he makes a show of licking his fingers, the ones he just had in you, swirling his tongue and sucking them clean while making direct eye contact. You cower a little but still keep your eyes on him. Now you aren’t sure if you could stay as bitter.

You blink rapidly to collect yourself, because holy shit, you’re getting weak for…Beomgyu. “Why’d you do that? I was close Gyu.” you say exasperated.

He unbuckles his jeans, “I said I’d take care of you, just trust me.” Zipping down his pants, he’s quick to drop it down to his knees before completely abandoning them on the floor.

He flings his cock out of the restrictions of his boxers and you’re practically drooling at the pretty sight. He isn’t the biggest you’ve seen but he definitely has the girth—his tip leaking pre cum down his length, hands trying to lube it with his spit. ��Beomgyu, condom.”

“I don’t have one.” He breathes, already on you as he lays wet kisses down your collarbones before he gets irritated with your shirt and takes it off, revealing your bare tits. “God, you’re so sexy.” He drawls, sucking hickeys all over your chest in hunger.

You wish you didn’t have to, but you resist his touch and in turn he lets out an annoyed whine, his voice vibrating against your exposed skin. “Beomgyu, we can’t—we need a condom.”

He sticks out his bottom lip in a pout, the cutest you’ve seen him this entire day. “I’ll pull out, I promise. Please, I need you right now.”

In that moment of weakness, his tone so needy, as if he really did need you made you feel some sort of power—like you were the hottest, sexiest woman in the world. And so you bite your tongue, and trust Beomgyu to not ruin your life. You’ve done that quite a few times.

“Swear you’ll pull out.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“I do.” You say with conviction. “I do, obviously. It’s just-”

“I know. Take a breather for me. Said I’ll take care of you, didn’t I?”

You could feel him lining up to your entrance, his tip prodding your hole, and you’re already getting desperate. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” you breathe.

“Stick your tongue out.”

You do, not sure what to expect until Beomgyu spits, letting his saliva slowly fall down in your mouth. “Swallow.” he demands, his low voice making you shiver—dark eyes watching every twitch of your face intensely.

You gulp his saliva down your throat, obeying and suddenly his expression morphs into lust you’ve never been met with before. You don’t even get to process it for longer, bask in the attention you’re getting before he’s pressing your thighs to your body, pushing into you with a deep groan—filling you up to the brim, your cunt not prepared for the aching stretch. You can feel each vein against your walls, you can feel his slight twitching, you can feel everything. “Fuck, fuck you’re made for me. You’re perfect—shit, you’re perfect princess.”

“Gyu—” you cry out, gripping the sheets under you. It was too much, too much for him to already start slamming his hips. “Gyu what—” you’re cut off by your own moan the moment he hits your g-spot, your face scrunched up, hot as you let out lewd sounds with no control of your own, throat strained already. It's not a surprise he manages to find it on his first try, despite it catching you off guard with the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Should’ve fucked you sooner. Get your little pussy molded just for my dick. You would’ve liked that, right princess?” He breathes out in a long winded babble, his hips unrelenting with each thrust, already quickly building up to be in erratic speed. Through your blurry vision you could see his eyes focusing down on the jiggle of your breasts lewdly, drool trickling down the edge of his lips, the brutal slapping sounds of them from his roughness getting his head light with ecstasy. You’re more than aware of what he wanted to do when he lets your legs rest from the ache of angling them so high. Dirty pervert.

You can’t handle him playing with your tits again, you were too sensitive for anything more than you’re getting but you can’t find it in your throat to say anything before Beomgyu gives in to his lust, leaning down to attach his mouth to your sore nipple. Abusing it as he suckles harshly, muffled moans against your breasts.

His pace getting quicker, clearly getting off from sucking your nipples like a dumb baby. It was getting you embarrassingly close, your pussy clenching around his dick. “Princess. My princess is so—mmf—so perfect.”

“Stop calling me that.” You manage to squeak out. Hes been using that nickname the entire time, and though it was easy to ignore everything else, the nickname was affecting you more than you’d like to admit.

He detaches from your tits, slowing his movement, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Huh? Princess? Why?”

“He—he used to.”

He blinks a few times before his lips draw into a sneer, clearly irritated and you’re about to backtrack, but it’s too late. Your eyes fly wide open, breath stricken when he, with no mercy, picks up his speed again, drilling his dick so far into you, you think there’s probably a bulge showing through your stomach—its when you let the tears stream down, let yourself go as he fucks you dumb with each sharp thrust serving as a punishment. But for what exactly? For mentioning your ex? Did he hate him that much?

“You can replace your memories of him with me princess. I know you can do that, I’ll make sure you do. You’re my princess, and I’m the only one who can call you that. Remember that, yea?”

You nod up and down, and he leans down to give your lips a peck, one then two then three until he loses it and it starts getting heated, tongue messily intertwining, spit exchanged in desperate action. Drilling his dick in and out your sopping pussy, squelching pornographic like sounds filling the room—you think you’re screaming at this point, mind too clouded to be fully present. You’ll definitely hear a word or two from your neighbors.

“Fuck princess, are you close?” he hisses, “I’m close too, so close. Tell me when you get there baby, okay?”

You manage to nod, pressure quickly building up

Suddenly you feel him force in a finger in your pussy, stretching you out to unimaginable degrees. “B-beomgyu—I’m cumming, I’m—” your panicked hands at the intense feeling reach out to grab at his chest, crumbling his shirt’s fabric, using the last bit of your strained voice to moan his name, your orgasm so overwhelming you genuinely start seeing white, body shaking as you try to calm yourself down. “F-fuck.” you breathe out.

The way you still clutch onto his arms pushes Beomgyu to his high too, quick to pull out of your gushing pussy before a mistake happened. It takes only two strokes before he’s spurting his seed all over your tummy, biting down a groan, obsessively taking in each inch of your body’s ruined state.

He did this. He ruined you.

The only thing filling the room being the heavy breaths of you both, Beomgyu’s hair plastered onto his forehead from sweat, yours disheveled, a complete mess. Suddenly, a notification ding goes off, and your attention’s snapped to your side. “It’s my phone.” You awkwardly point out, noticing the light before reaching your arm to get it to you.

He doesn’t move from his position, still practically hovering over you. But you try not to focus too much on it, instead taking a quick look at your notification.

Your brows twitch in surprise at seeing the message on your lock screen. Fuck, it’s your ex! Did he want you back? So miraculously? After fucking your best friend?

Without any thought, you unlock your phone, trying to skim where the ellipses left off. It was a long message and—

“We just fucked. Can’t you wait a few minutes before going on your phone— Are you texting Jaehyun?” His warm smile turning to utter rage gets you stuttering.

“No I—well—yes, but—” you fumble on your words, not knowing how to explain—not knowing why you feel like you should explain, but Beomgyu isn’t one to play around clearly, as he snatches your phone from your hand and throws it to god knows where before your body’s turned around like it was nothing to Beomgyu, like you were some ragdoll. Pushing your hips up to have your ass up in the air with your face pushed into the sheets. “B-beomgyu wha..—”

Slap. Your whole body jerks at the impact of his hand, feeling yourself get teary eyed again. “Beomgyu what the hell?” You shriek, trying to squirm from your position, your ass burning. Then you get another slap, and your legs start to shake, bottom lip wobbling at the painful feeling of his rings.

“I promised you I’d make you forget him. Clearly one fuck wasn’t enough to get your mind off that asshole.”

Your panic only lasts a millisecond at feeling his tip for a second time before you’re abusing your throat again at the oversensitivity of having Beomgyu’s dick slam into your pussy, fucking your juices back in. He’s rougher now, ten times rougher. Maybe this was what all your girlfriends were describing to you, the feeling of having Beomgyu’s dick rut into you like wild feverish dog, fucking you like all you are is a pair of limbs, just for him to hound.

You can’t think straight, not a single word coming out of your mouth is intelligible, all slurred together dumbly as he ruthlessly digs his fingers in your hips, helping you find rhythm, your body reacting on its own as it syncs with his thrusts, moving your hips enough for him to let a hand go to the back of your head, further pushing you into the mattress, drool messy staining your white sheets, loud muffled wails filling the room.

“Fuck, you like this don’t you? Getting fucked like a bitch?” your hear him growl. You don’t know what comes out of your mouth, you don’t know anything right now, because you are being fucked like a bitch while thinking like one too, your nose running with your tongue uselessly out like something out of a porno. “Should I breed you like a bitch too? Huh? Will that make your pretty little head forget?”

At that, you cum again, and he sneers, a mean laugh at noticing your orgasm, “You want me to breed you princess? Make you round with my seed?” he drawls each vowel mockingly like you were a dumb kitten and he had to explain a really simple concept—still ramming your cunt, not giving you a fair chance of responding.

That’s how it goes for you’re not sure how long, Beomgyu switching positions to have your leg draped over his shoulder as he fucks you to oblivion, making you orgasm over and over again, before you really feel like you had blacken out at some point only to find yourself waking up to him still going at it—your entire body sore, down to every inch, your nipples especially swollen from all his sucking. He never cums inside you, instead emptying his load all over your body, making you basically a show of his dried semen.

You trust him, even when his tendency to go far never died down no matter how much he got older. “You awake?”

You flutter your eyes open, a dark room, and Beomgyu. His face is abnormally close to yours. “What happened?” your voice comes out very strained, your throat hard to use. Great, you entirely lost your voice.

“Think I might’ve had my balls in…too deep.”

Even a chuckle hurts every bone in your body, holy shit, how were you going to go to work tomorrow?! “Hey, don’t move around too much, I already cleaned you up. Just try to go back to sleep.”

“I don’t feel sleepy. I can’t.”

Beomgyu suddenly giggles, you could make out the cute small thing he does with his lips when he does. “What?” you ask.

“Your voice sounds funny.”

You groan, rolling your eyes. Of course he’d find it funny. Maybe next time you should peg his ass and see how he’d like to not speak for an entire week.

You feel his all too familiar hand laying on your cheek, and you subtly gulp. You don’t know if he heard. He probably did with how close you guys are, noses practically brushing against each other, his breathing all your hearing can pick up. “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

You nod, until you realize he might not be able to see you properly. “Yes.”

“Good.”

He takes his hand off your cheek, then turns on his back, folding his arms over his chest, staring up the ceiling. So the room won’t fall into an awkward silence, you say: “I have a question.”

He shuffles a little on the bed, letting out a hum in acknowledgment. “What was the I’m perfect for you thing about? We’re definitely not like, compatible or anything.”

He laughs before he turns his head to you in disbelief. “Are you serious? Is that a serious question?”

You nod, “Do I not sound serious?”

“No, you sound like you just had the best fuck of your life.” You roll your eyes in good nature, though exasperated, you were exposed to too much of his ego in one day. If you had the strength and will to come up with something to level his ego down, you would. “It’s called dirty talk if you must know the term fair maiden.”

“God, you’re so silly, I’m going to sleep.” You withstand your pain to turn your back to him, groaning with each movement. But you can’t escape his wrath it seems, because he almost immediately snakes his arm around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, his heartbeat all you can here against your back. “Can’t I find you perfect? You know, like…my dream girl. My princess.”

You rapidly blink a few times trying to process—past the deep rasp of his tired voice that you found yourself incredibly attracted to— his words and how it brewed big unfamiliar emotions, knowing now you won’t be able to get a blink of sleep after this.

“Can I keep calling you that by the way? It really sticks.”

Oh god, the last thing you’re going to do is self sabotage yourself even more and get yourself in a stickier situation than you already put yourself in. “No, that’s definitely staying in the bedroom.”

a/n: i have no idea how this reads, its basically bare of any editing so if the flow is a little choppy i sincerely apologize, i write at the golden time of 10pm-2am 😭

#txt smut #txt hard hours #beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu smut #dom!beomgyu #txt hard thoughts

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misstycloud · 8 months ago

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Yandere Omega with a reader who has a lot of money and treats him like royalty, in addition to being super affectionate and coveted by other omegas

Sry this sucks I wanted it gone from my drafts or it’ll be there forever💀

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“I want more grapes.”

“Of course, sir.”

“Actually, add some strawberries while you’re at it.”

“Certainly.”

Inside a lavishly decorated penthouse, numerous people were running around doing different task assigned to them. The stress and anxiety of not performing their task correctly or perfectly enough hung well over their heads in a thick ominous cloud.

“Ah, be careful with those! They’re not cheap. Geez, you’d think they’re worth less than carboard the way they’re handling them”

The orchestrator of this was none other than a frail-looking young man, and not at all a scary operator.

He was beautiful- the man. Without a doubt one of the best looking people you’d walk by in your life. Which is obviously one of the reasons for his now luxurious lifestyle.

“Excuse me, sir?” said a voice nervously.

The omega swallowed the berry in his mouth, chewed lazily before saying, “Yes.”

“Your- ehm- order has arrived.”

He furrowed his brows, going through his memories, “But you said the bone china plates already arrived a few days ago? And that painting I wanted, it’s right there in the wall, you see.”

The attendant cleared his throat uncomfortably while loosening his collar. “Yes, they did arrive as well as the painting. However this is one of the- ehem- special orders. I put them away privately in your bedroom.”

Suddenly a lightbulb went off in the beautiful man’s head and he exclaimed in delight, “Ah, you mean one of those orders! Why didn’t you just say so from the beginning?”

The attendant didn’t even bother to answer, knowing his master had already ran off to unbox his items.

The omega squealed in joy as soon as he opened the box. Inside, perfectly wrapped in protective layers, laid a matching set of lingerie. Created from exquisite lace the handmade underwear came at a hefty price. Not that he was the one paying.

Gosh, he was so lucky! You really spoiled him so much. No wonder his head is turning in the wrong direction. He was living every omega’s dream. Managing to catch the attention of a highly respected and wealthy alpha is something every omega is told they’re supposed to do, but it doesn’t guarantee the consequences coming with it are great.

Not all alpha’s carry the same respect for others, especially omegas. But you were different! You treated him with outmost care and spoon-feed him every second. Oh, he just loves you so much!

“I’m home!” A voice rung through the penthouse and reached him.

“Sweetie!” The omega hurried to the front door to greet his lover.

You were slightly thrown back because of the force he had gathered when he hit against your body. You hugged him to your body and ran your fingers through his hair. Leaning down to his height, you breathed in his wonderful scent and smiled in bliss. Then your nose travelled further down to his neck.

"Haha, hey!" The omega squirmed slightly in your grasp. "That tickles."

"Did you miss me?" You ignored his pleas and continued sniffing him while asking directly if he'd thought about you today.

He became quiet for a moment before saying, "No."

But when you began affectionatly tickle him for real he changed his tone fast. Both of you landed on the floor (you made sure he wasn’t harmed, of course) in a laughing mess as he begged for mercy and gave up fighting you.

He blushed before admitting, “Okay, I did miss you. A lot actually.”

“Of course you did. After all, you are mine. My little omega.”

#oc #male yandere #obsessed #yandere oc #toxic #misstycloud oc #yandere omega #short post

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ssahotchnerr · 11 months ago

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How about it’s the first year reader celebrates thanksgiving with hotch as a couple and wants to cook the thanksgiving meal all by herself to impress him but it goes horribly wrong… in a cute way lol

new traditions

cw; fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of food, aaron being the softest man ever <3 wc; 1.1k

you thought you had prepared for every possible scenario.

turkey, out of the freezer with plenty of time to thaw. you strategically planned out what was to go in to the oven when (you in fact, had made a spreadsheet). you had quadruple checked your planned recipes, making sure you had each and every needed spice and ingredient they possessed. if all went according to plan, your first thanksgiving as hostess would run nothing but smoothly.

the one thing you hadn't anticipated, however, your apartment's power going out.

your heart plummeted into your stomach when your apartment dimmed and succumbed to complete silence - the hum of the oven halting loudly. while it was instant, the sound seemed determinately slow, as if it were somehow mocking you. that yes, the universe was throwing a wretch in your plans and you had to deal with the consequences.

once your mixer slowed to a stop, you dropped it into the bowl with no condolences for the potatoes, quietly murmuring a 'no no no' under your breath. maybe you had popped a fuse, maybe all your lightbulbs had miraculously popped simultaneously, maybe your eyesight had suddenly decided to give up on you after all these years. but of course, you couldn't be that fortunate.

dinner was ruined.

you gave it an hour or two, in which the time the turkey should've been cooking, and you should've been aiding to all the other dishes you planned on serving. but instead you spent the time lighting candles around your apartment as the sun set, trying to come up with a solution, such as serving dinner, or some of dinner, late. but word soon spread; a tree branch had fallen on multiple power lines and since it was a holiday, it wasn't promised to be restored until tomorrow morning. perhaps the middle of the night if lucky.

defeatedly and regretfully, you grabbed your phone, selecting aaron's contact.

"hey," his deep, relaxed voice entered your ear, full of enthusiasm at that. "we're just about to head over-"

"about that," you cut him off, "i wouldn't venture too far."

a brief moment's hesitancy, "is everything okay?"

there was no use lying, as aaron could cue into every tone change and ultimately determine your mood or current state of mind, even over the phone. "no, my power went out."

"oh sweetheart," his tone deflated, and you could imagine the expression of sympathy struck on his face. "i'm sorry."

"no, i'm sorry." you peered up at the ceiling, trying to keep your inevitable tears at bay. "it's been out for a while, and pretty much stalled everything. i was hoping it would switch back on but it doesn't look that way. so i don't - won't have dinner ready, i'm really sorry."

"sweetheart..."

"i know you said your colleagues were throwing a get-together? i would just attend that. that way, you'll still have somewhat of a thanksgiving."

as you sulked, tossing a hardened glare to your kitchen every so often, a knock came from your door. you opened it to reveal two smiling hotchner faces, one just taller than the other.

"jack, what do you say?" aaron's hand found the back of jack's head, ruffling his hair in encouragement.

"happy thanksgiving!" jack rushed forward and hugged your legs, before scampering into your apartment.

"happy thanksgiving." aaron echoed with that smile of his, giving you a kiss upon his entrance inside.

you closed the door behind him, dazed from his arrival and the kiss. "what are you doing here?"

"you didn't think we'd let you spend tonight alone, did you?" he arched an eyebrow, his expression communicating a silent 'yeah right'. like a lost puppy, you silently followed him into your kitchen.

"we whipped up the quickest thing we had at home." aaron explained, unpacking the bag he had brought contents onto the counter. "to jack's delight, that happens to be mac and cheese. it's still warm, so we'll have to eat now. we also brought extra candles - i still can't believe it's this dark out this early."

you leaned into him as he spoke, your cheek pressing against the coarse fabric of his jacket.

"it's wonderful but," you sighed, speaking partially into his upper sleeve, "it's not the traditional thanksgiving dinner i promised."

"then we'll make our own traditions." aaron reassured, opening the tupperware of mac and cheese, steam escaping. "it's our first year, first time for everything."

"but the turkey-"

"-would've been amazing, i'm sure. but this was entirely out of your hands, darling, and we'll make do." he pressed a kiss to your temple, his voiced laced with such understanding. such sweetness.

"well." you warmed up a bit, straightening your posture with a little more hopefulness in your tone. "there's rolls, i suppose."

"see." aaron gave your hip a squeeze, the ends of his eyes crinkling slightly as he smiled. "perfect."

and so, your thanksgiving feast was complete with macaroni and cheese (albeit it was spongebob shaped), dinner rolls, cranberry sauce - the few dishes that hadn't needed help from the stove. rather than your kitchen table, you brought your set-aside-for-fancy-occasions dinnerware to your coffee table, and you each found a seat on the floor, cushioned by a pillow. it was filled with laughter, thoughtful conversations, aaron reminding jack to not talk with his mouth full, and you and aaron exchanging long, loving gazes back and forth.

truth be told, illuminated by candlelight and in the company of the two you had grown to love so immensely the past few months, you had forgotten the current circumstances.

once pumpkin pie was devoured (again, a non-essential of the oven) aaron pulled up a charlie brown thanksgiving on his phone, and the three of you curled up underneath a blanket on the couch. aaron in the middle, you and jack adjacently buried into his side, as close as close could be. but ten minutes in, jack crossed his dad's lap and crawled his way onto yours.

you also had a newfound appreciation of charlie brown's given meal to his friends: toast, popcorn, pretzels, jelly beans. even aaron shot you an amused yet cautious glance at the plot line - too soon? but once he saw you had found it humorous, did he lightly chuckle aloud.

sure, it wasn't the perfect, ideal evening you had originally envisioned, but it was one definitely worth remembering. one you could look back on and laugh at, and the reason why now character pasta was a must-have on the table for future holidays to come.

in hindsight, it was better than you could have ever imagined.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x fem!reader #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x you

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blu-ish · 3 months ago

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🌦️Song of the storm (Sonadow fic)

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It seemed like it was never ending. The rain poured like a faucet throughout the forest, bending leaves and branches down with a powerful force. Completely soaking the soil below. It was almost as if the world itself wept. Shadow couldn’t help but stare in awe, almost completely forgetting the figure that sat beside him.

“It’s coming down pretty hard huh.” Sonic said, leaning a bit forward to look out at the darkened sky from their makeshift shelter in a small cave. Small wasn’t even the correct term, there was barely enough room for the both of them. However, Shadow could appreciate the hedgehog’s attempt at digging some of the dirt out to create some extra space.

He could see Sonic reaching out his muddy gloves to wash with the streaming water on the cave's lip. The ebony hedgehog hummed in agreement, “Yes, it is.”

“Interrupted our race too!” The blue hedgehog pouted, which was sorta amusing Shadow supposed.

“It’s no biggie though, the plants needed a drink.” Shadow grimaced as Sonic shook his hands to which he could only fathom was to dry them, not so much himself though. He grumbled, shooting a glare at the hedgehog who only chuckled nervously in response.

All became silent yet again in the hedgehog's burrow, all except the song of the storm.

Another hour passed, and a second, and then a third, soon both hedgehogs seemed to grow sick of their shelter turned prison.

Shadow hugged his knees, there was no possible connection out here to get in touch with Rouge or Omega. Even Sonic had tried to contact Tails, Amy, and even Knuckles at one point– which surprised the hybrid because he wasn’t even aware the echidna could get a signal on his floating island.

Shadow didn’t necessarily get cold, but each time a drop of water happened to make its way inside and landed on him, he would shiver at the sensation. He started to wonder why Maria ever told him she had once dreamed of standing in the middle of one of these like they did in her novels.

He was really debating if maybe he should just convince Sonic to make a run for it and find their way back home. But he realized Sonic’s brother’s workshop would most likely be miles from where they both decided to get lost too. He mentally kicked himself for not thinking about any of this before, why is it whenever that hedgehog drags him into anything he loses himself?

Shadow’s ears suddenly perked up, a noise, almost a murmur at first came from Sonic’s direction. He turned slowly to face him as he realized Sonic was singing. He couldn’t name what song it could possibly be, Shadow knew very little of the modern day artists. But he never took Sonic for one who could possibly carry a tune.

“What song is that?” He found himself asking, he cleared his throat awkwardly. “If I may ask.”

Sonic blinked, he took a moment to just stare at the other hedgehog, almost like he had no clue what he was talking about. Which just caused Shadow to get even more embarrassed and frustrated that he said anything at all. That was until a lightbulb seemed to go off in Sonic’s head, he “oohed” and smiled.

“That? It’s a lullaby, I used to sing it all the time to Tails whenever we were traveling and I would spend hours trying to get him to sleep.” He smiled fondly, eyes drifting in thought. “He doesn’t do too well in thunderstorms.” Shadow could faintly catch the blue hedgehog’s frown.

“I see.” Shadow said a little more plainly then he’d hoped. So he added, “You're worried.”

Sonic simply shrugged, “What can I say, I’m his brother. That’s all I’ll ever do.” He laughed, and Shadow found himself softly doing so as well.

As time went on, the hedgehogs found themselves telling each other stories to pass the time. Sonic would make Shadow swear on his “coffee beans” every time not to tell Tails all the embarrassing stories he’s told him about when he was a fox pup. Shadow found it rather odd, he wouldn’t tell, but if it gave the strange hedgehog reassurance he would go along with it.

Soon the stories shifted to Sonic's childhood. Shadow never realized how long Sonic was alone when he was younger, about his life on Christmas Island. How he described the world, how even then he was willing to risk his life for all who inhabit it. The hybrid was reminded how he spent his own early days, on the Ark, but he had Maria. Just like how Sonic has Tails.

Without really realizing it, Shadow had started telling Sonic more about his past. The experiments, the pain. About how much pressure he felt on his shoulders trying his damn hardest to be a cure for her. That’s all he ever wanted to be.

He’s not sure how it became so easy to talk about these things, he supposed it took time. Especially with someone like Sonic the Hedgehog. But he concluded that’s exactly the reason why, because while he and Sonic were complete opposites at times… they were an exact mirror image of the other. A mere reflection of who they are inside, two hedgehogs willing to risk it all to protect the world and all they love, for who they love.

They were only interrupted by the occasional sharp clap of thunder that would echo through the woods. Causing them to jump only a few times, and then laugh once more.

Soon, Shadow didn’t even notice until he glanced down that he and Sonic were basically leaning on each other. He suspected the blue hedgehog was cold, and surprisingly, he didn’t mind. He knew how Sonic felt about personal space, that was something they had in common after all.

“How are you doing, with all this water?” As much as Shadow relished the silence, he was genuinely curious. Sonic let out a delayed “hm?”, he realized he might have caught the hero dozing off.

“You think I can’t survive a bit of rain Shads?” Sonic scoffed with a toothy grin. “How dare you.”

Shadow’s quills stood up ever so slightly, clearly annoyed. “That’s not what I was insinuating at all.” He moved his arm away from Sonic, a very clear cold filling the void. They both noticed it, and stopped. They didn’t dare bring attention to it.

Sonic instead for whatever reason, shifted, standing as close as he could to “standing up” as he could get in the burrow. He glanced over at Shadow who was looking at him with what he guessed was an amusing expression since the blue hedgehog stifled a laugh.

“Want me to show you instead?” Sonic asked, reaching a hand out to Shadow. Right when he thought he was just starting to understand this hedgehog that confused him so, he goes and does something he would never expect. Especially from someone he knows has an innate fear of water.

“What do you think you're doing, Sonic?”

“You don’t have to,” Sonic said almost unnaturally softly. “But, I want you to trust me.”

Shadow sat there for a moment, trying to juggle his options as quickly as his mind allowed him. But as soon as Sonic started to put his hand down Shadow swiftly reached and took it. An action that felt a little too familiar.

“Fine,” he muttered. “I will.”

Sonic grinned, and at that same time Shadow could feel a strange twist in his chest. Perhaps he has been in here too long.

The rain was surprisingly not as wild as before as they exited their shelter, with rays of sunlight peeking through the whitening clouds above. The raindrops caught onto both their quills, beading down one by one. It was almost refreshing, but still cold, very cold.

Except for the warmth that came from Sonic’s hand. He felt that weird twist again as soon as he let go.

“See?” Sonic uttered, breaking Shadow out of his plaguing thoughts. “Nothing to it, a little water never hurt me!”

Unbeknownst to Sonic however, Shadow could see how often his ears flicked as the water touched them, or how his fingers flexed with anticipation. As soon as Sonic’s quills started standing up, Shadow confirmed that Sonic was, in fact, not enjoying this. Which gave the hybrid an idea.

“I see, how about a challenge then.” Shadow stated, grabbing the blue hedgehogs attention rather quickly. He grinned.

“A race, in the rain.” He then pointed back toward the direction of which he hoped would be one of the Mobian villages they were previously at before their first race.

“First one back wins.”

Sonic smiled, “Oh, you're on Shads!”

As they got into position, Sonic dug his shoes into the mud, trying to get as much of a grip as he could. Shadow had already felt at a slight disadvantage since his air shoes relied on heat from his chaos energy to activate; he was sure they’d work just fine, but he was hardly thinking about the mud. The rain that sprinkled his skin, kept his mind from wandering for too long.

From the moment they took off to the moments they stole glances at one another. The rain was there.

They twisted and winded their way in between the trees, over boulders, and across the grassy hills. And again their race had turned into a game. A game of chase, just like before.

Sonic would lose Shadow, but then Shadow would find him. Shadow would hide behind something, then purposely bump into Sonic. They’re usual competitiveness was still there, but soon something else was too.

They would circle each other occasionally, with little to no real known reason between them. It was almost like a dance, one Shadow didn’t see himself losing.

Their combined speed broke through the rain, sending raindrops flying in every direction with each sonic boom. The sound in perfect sync with the distant thunder. Each breath filled with damp air. The earth under his skates, and someone to enjoy it with right next to him.

With the village in view, he could feel Sonic beside him speed up, and so did he. He blinked raindrops out of his eyes, using a bit more energy to pass Sonic ever so slightly.

Until it hit him.

He saw Sonic zoom away, seemingly not realizing Shadow stopped until he was a bit farther away. The blue hedgehog came rushing back, worried.

“Shadow?” He could feel his eyes darting around him, he slowly got closer to Shadow. “Are you okay, why did you stop?”

Shadow chuckled, staring up into the sky with a smile. “This is what she meant, by being in the rain.”

Sonic paused, he raised a curious brow, but smiled fondly anyway.

The two hedgehogs squinted as the sun finally made it completely through the clouds, the rain reduced to occasional sprinkles as the warmth reached them.

Shadow felt Sonic nudge him a bit, raising his arm over his shoulder. The hybrid rolled his eyes and leaned into it. Just this once.

They watched the clouds for a bit before Sonic spoke up, “You do realize I won right?”

“Oh? Did you?” Shadow peered up a bit, he felt Sonic stutter before clearing his throat.

“Uh, yeah! You're the one who decided to have a moment in the rain while I crossed into town.” He smiled. “So what do I win?”

Shadow shrugged, “I wasn’t planning to lose, so I didn’t think that far.” he said flatly.

Sonic fake scoffed, “Oh, how you hurt me so~” Yeah, he was still as annoying as ever.

He eased Sonic away from him as he pointed a finger to the blue hedgehog's chest. “You decide what you win then.”

Sonic had paused for a moment, back to staring at the other, and for a second Shadow could almost sense some sort of inner turmoil. Before he could ask Sonic shouted.

“Don Fachio’s chili dogs! I’m starving!” Sonic finally said, quite enthusiastically too, before adding slyly, “Your treat.”

“Fine.” Shadow could do that. But not before shooting Sonic an unheated glare. “But, you owe me one for getting us caught in that storm.”

“It’s a date then.” The blue hedgehog replied teasingly. Shadow couldn’t believe for the life of him that only a few hours ago he was letting his heart leak a bit and telling Sonic things he’s never told anyone. It was becoming a troublesome habit. But he supposed Sonic did the same, he knows a lot remained unsaid, and he’s not sure when they’d ever reveal themselves. But he did know one thing.

He wouldn’t mind being caught in the rain with him again.

#blu-ish writes #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #fav #sonic fic #sonadow fanfiction #my art #my area got hit with a huge storm and then this was born lmfao #I haven't written anything in a hot sec so bare with me xD

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sethsclearwater · 11 months ago

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Hi, could you write something about shy and cute Seth being in heat for the first time, and he's really hot and dizzy and in pain, and the reader is there to help him by masturbating him or something.

"okay, you're okay," you started, quickly stepping over to your imprinter to help him lay down on your shared bed. he let out a heavy sigh, tightening his grip on your hand and looking up at you nervously which had you frowning, not happy with how uncomfortable he was.

you pressed the back of your free hand to his forehead, also sighing when you felt just how warm he was, "can you get a fever? you feel really warm," you murmured, sighing when seth shook his head, clearly not having any more of a clue than you did on what was currently happening.

"'m sorry pretty girl," seth said softly and you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at his apology. seth also cracked a small smile at your laugh, seeming to be feeling a bit better with you closer to him.

"'s not your fault," you reassured just as a lightbulb went off in your head. you'd suddenly remembered emily and kim telling you about the boys' ruts and how sick sam and jared had gotten the first time they had theirs.

"it's not your rut is it? i didn't think you'd have that so soon," you asked softly, watching seth's expression change from one of worry to confusion to realization when he seemed to come to the same conclusion as you.

seth let out a soft sigh, squeezing your hand, "i think you're right," he murmured, "it's fine though i can just stay in here for a few days until it's over," he added and you frowned again as you realized that he meant he was going to try and stick it out without your assistance for fear of hurting you.

"seth," you let out another breathy laugh, "'m not letting you sit here in pain for a week just because you don't want me to be sore," you explained, dropping his hand from yours in favor of pulling your shirt up and over your head, leaving you in just your panties.

seth's breathing hitched at the sight of your figure and you quickly tugged your panties down while he made quick work of taking his sweatpants and boxers off, leaving both of you naked in front of each other.

"just try and relax, okay?" you asked softly when you saw the way his cock was straining up against his abdomen, the tip an angry red with an ungodly amount of precum leaking from the tip.

seth nodded, doing his best to control himself as you got back on the bed and straddled his waist, "c'mere," you murmured, lifting your hips and cupping his cock in your hand which had him dropping his head back and letting out a loud groan.

seeing his frustration, you were quick to line his cock up with your entrance and sink down his length, ignoring the intense stretch that always came with fucking him.

"i just need like 10 seconds-" seth quickly said, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you down tight to his chest before you even had a chance to respond.

he didn't waste any time, quickly snapping his hips against yours. he couldn't seem to find a rhythm, just desperately thrusting in and out of your heat for a few moments before he his grip was tightening on you to a nearly unbearable level.

"oh my fucking god-" seth let out a loud groan, pushing his cock into you as far as he could before he shot his hot and sticky seed into your channel as he came undone in you.

"you've got it," you whispered, also out of breath from how rough his thrusts were against your pussy, "take some deep breaths seth," you encouraged, gently running your hands up his biceps to massage at his tense shoulders soothingly.

you kept your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it began to slow down, "there you go," you murmured when you felt his grip on you begin to soften, "you're okay," you added, sitting up when he slid his hands down to your hips.

"'m sorry pretty girl," seth whispered when you looked down at him, seeming awfully flustered over the fact that he had lasted a whopping 7 seconds inside your pussy.

you giggled, shaking your head as you slid your hands down his abdomen, "just wanted you to feel better," you reassured, running your hands over the inside of your thighs until you found seth's hands and laced your fingers together, gently squeezing them as another form of reassurance.

seth let out a shaky exhale before nodding, "can i make you cum too?" he asked after a moment, a hint of mischief returning to his brown eyes which had you giggling and nodding, just happy to know he was feeling better.

he rolled the two of you over then so he could be on top, his cock quickly hardening again inside your walls before he was thrusting into you again.

#seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #seth clearwater fluff #seth clearwater smut #seth clearwater angst #seth clearwater imagine #seth clearwater blurb #twilight #the twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #imagine #blurb #fluff #smut #angst

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nofomogirl · 6 months ago

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The case of a homeless demon and an angel who kept his cosy place

I was reading stories of women trapped in toxic marriages the other day and a lightbulb went off in my brain. A common theme was how much financial dependency contributed to their shitty situations, and pretty much every one of them advised other women to make sure they have some resources of their own, something to fall back onto.

So, Good Omens. Because obviously, all the roads in my brain lead to Good Omens.

A lot has been written about Crowley living in his car in S2 while Aziraphale still happily resides in his bookshop but I think we've all been distracted by how it factors into their relationship with each other and failed to examine what it tells us about their relationships with their respective abusers - Heaven and Hell.

Why did Crowley lose his flat and literally end up on a street? Because the flat was Hell's property. As soon as Crowley stopped being in Hell's active employment, the flat was taken from him and given to his replacement - Shax.

Why did Aziraphale keep his bookshop? Obviously not because Heaven is nicer. No, it's because the bookshop was actually his. He acquired it entirely on his own and almost entirely the human way. Heaven didn't have any obvious claim on it.

Can we please talk about it?

Can we please talk about how it's Aziraphale, supposedly the one brainwashed by Heaven into obedience, who builds himself a safety net over the centuries? And how Crowley, the one who boldly claims to be on his own side for millennia, and seems to be so independent, suddenly ends up with very little of his own as soon as his ties with Hell are (partly) severed?

Can we please talk about what it tells us about how they deal with threats and danger?

Please?

#good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #good omens meta #crowley #ineffable husbands

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ramblingthoughtsofayoungadult · 10 months ago

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Unpredictable, Part 7-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic

A/N: Thanks for your patience with this next part. Please let me know what you think!

Warnings: some sensuality, sexual references, and swearing

Words: 4.3k

Taglist: @badbishsblog, @gardenof-venus, @darksoul100

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The first thing I noticed was a pair of voices. One was deeper while the other was higher pitched. I could not see anything or make any sense of what they were saying. It was like I was in a sensory deprivation tank, and I was just…floating.

How had I gotten there? How did I get out of there?

When I tried to move my arms, they wouldn’t move. It was the same with the rest of my body. I tried to open my mouth to ask for help but it was like my lips were glued together. My body began to tingle, and I could feel the panic begin to rise from the pit of my stomach.

Please…someone…help me.

Then, one of the voices got closer to me. “Y/N…Y/N, wake up! Come on, Y/N!”

I knew that voice…it was Andre. Then, I felt a strong pair of hands on my shoulders shaking them. The jostling made me want to flinch but instead, my eyes finally flew open, and Andre stared back at me. My eyes scanned the area for a second and my shoulders slumped, and the panic dissipated when I recognized we were in Cate’s dorm.

“What…happened?” I asked slowly.

Andre sighed. “Cate said you passed out.”

“I did?”

I glanced over at Cate, who was standing a few feet away. She hugged her stomach and smiled tightly.

“Yeah, I think the strain I gave you was too strong,” she explained.

At her words, the image of us sitting on her rug and laughing as we passed her bong flooded my memory. But, there was something off about it and I couldn’t explain why. All I knew was that I never passed out after smoking with any of my friends. Maybe there was a first time for everything?

“Oh,” I muttered.

Andre helped me to my feet. “So, how’s the investigation going?”

“Investigation?” I repeated.

Andre frowned. “Yeah, about our memories and what the hell happened at Dusty’s.”

It was like a lightbulb went off in my head and I remembered that we all had two days of our memories wiped. I vaguely remembered talking to Jordan and Marie about it, but I had a nagging feeling that we also talked about something else. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember it.

So, I told Andre what I knew, and he nodded as he processed.

Cate slowly approached us. “That’s why you came here, Y/N. You were stressed because you figured out who it was and didn’t know your next move.”

Immediately, an image of me pacing in Cate’s dorm while she actively listened flooded my brain. There was something off about that memory too but, maybe I was thinking too much.

“Oh.”

Andre’s eyes lit up. “You figured out who it was? Give me that name so I can handle that son of a bitch now.”

I remembered figuring it out and I remembered feeling conflicted about it. But, when I thought about who had done it, my brain felt fuzzy.

“It was Rufus, Y/N figured out it was Rufus and was nervous about how to approach because of my history with him,” Cate interjected.

Something shifted in Andre’s eyes as he faced Cate. Suddenly, I wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

“After that, he had the nerve to screw with all of us?” Andre seethed.

Cate nodded, eyes watering slightly. “That’s why Y/N was so scared, and I thought smoking would help. We also talked about her feelings about other things and right when it got resolved, she passed out.”

Even though her voice was strained, she rattled off everything confidently. There had to be something wrong with my head because I did remember opening up to her about Jordan and Marie, but I didn’t remember smoking or discussing Rufus. But, since Cate was the most sober out of the two of us, she had to be right.

Andre turned to me. “So, you’ve figured yourself out?”

My face warmed and I started shifting my weight from foot to foot. “I guess.”

While knowing how I felt about both Marie and Jordan was liberating in one way, the thought of telling either of them was terrifying. I didn’t know how I wanted things to work out either and going into that kind of conversation without a plan was daunting.

“At least something good came out of this. Do you know where Rufus is?” Andre asked.

“He’s at Dusty’s.”

My mouth moved quicker than my brain and part of me wondered where that came from. However, neither Andre nor Cate questioned it as they hurried out of the dorm, and I trailed after them.

Andre was a force to be reckoned with as he stormed into Dusty’s place with Cate and me right behind him. If looks could kill, anyone he made eye contact with would be in serious danger. He charged into the living room, interrupting whatever conversation Rufus was having with Marie and Jordan.

“Andre, what are you doing here?” Marie asked.

“I’m here for him,” Andre growled, glaring at Rufus. “He’s the one who messed with our heads.”

Andre started to charge Rufus but Jordan stood between them and Marie was at his side.

“What? No. Didn’t you tell him, Y/N?” Marie asked.

“Tell him what?” I replied.

“About how Rufus couldn’t have done this. We only came back here to try to get some more answers out of him but he keeps repeating himself,” Marie explained.

“He sounds so pathetic, I kind of believe him,” Jordan added.

Her words sounded familiar, but I was lost; it was like she was speaking another language and quizzing me on it. At the same time, though, I felt something in the back of my head, almost like a key turning.

“What are you talking about? Y/N’s the one who figured out it was him. She just told me,” Andre bit.

“And she’s never wrong,” Cate added.

I shook my head. “Why would I tell Marie and Jordan one thing and you two something else?”

“Maybe you were confused?” Cate suggested.

“Can someone just keep him away from me?” Rufus wailed from his cowering position on the couch.

“The more you talk, the harder I’m gonna beat your ass into the ground.” Andre tried to rush forward but Jordan easily held him back.

“Breathe, Andre.” Jordan’s voice was even but even they must have understood that an angry Andre was going to be tough to talk down.

Marie stepped away from Jordan and walked closer to me, a slight frown on her face. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing…I…I don’t know. I’m just---”

The ringing pain in my head cut me off and I yelped as I grabbed my forehead.

“Y/N!” Marie carefully grabbed my shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” Cate asked.

But I couldn’t respond, the pain was almost mind-numbingly bad. However, the fuzzy and clear thoughts continued to battle in my brain, knocking into walls I didn’t know were there. I didn’t know how much time had passed but when it was over, all I could do was slowly look at Cate.

“You,” I whispered.

“What?” Cate replied.

“You…did this. I don’t know how I figured it out, but I know you did this.”

As I backed away from her, I realized that Marie’s hands were still on my shoulders, and it was like she was pulling me away from her. A new kind of tension took over the room as Andre straightened up and glanced at me.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” Andre asked.

“She’s confused,” Cate insisted.

I shook my head. “I’m a little fuzzy but I have this weird feeling I wasn’t always like this. I have a feeling that I wasn’t in your dorm to smoke because I was afraid of Rufus or the other stuff we talked about; I figured it out.”

The silence in the space made me hyper-aware of everything; Andre was much more relaxed compared to when we came in and his eyes darted between Cate and me; Jordan strode towards Marie and I; Marie’s grip on my shoulders tightened; and Cate stared at us, eyes practically begging.

“That makes a lot of sense; you’re smart enough to pull something like this off and we wouldn’t have noticed if you touched us,” Jordan observed.

“Come on, why would I do something like that?” Cate challenged.

“I don’t know but I do know that Y/N doesn’t lie,” Andre affirmed.

I had never seen Cate backed into a corner. She was always so articulate and quick-witted that she could get out of everything. It was strange watching her squirm and I couldn’t help but coil away from her in anxiety of what she would do in such a new position.

She opened and closed her mouth a few times. Then, she looked at her boots for a while. After a few moments, she hiccupped and her shoulders shook.

“Why did you push us, Cate?” I whispered.

Cate looked up at me, tears running down her face. “I just wanted everyone to be happy.”

“Happy? You thought making us lose our memories would make us happy?” Andre spat.

“I can explain,” Cate insisted.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Andre muttered.

“I do,” Marie stated. “I want to know exactly what made you do this to us.”

“After she gives us back our memories,” Jordan insisted.

Cate agreed and I texted Emma to come to Dusty’s so she could recover her memories.

For a second, I thought that recovering my memories would be painful and overwhelming, but it wasn’t. It was like a montage of everything that had happened. All the smells, touches, and feelings were unfamiliar but comforting at the same time.

When Cate let go of my face, I backed away from her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

I couldn’t answer her. Instead, I glanced at Jordan and Marie, who both looked sheepish since they had gotten their memories back before me. Knowing exactly what happened that night added a whole new fun layer to the conversations I knew I would have to have with both of them.

Emma, who was standing next to me, playfully nudged me and wiggled her eyebrows. “I expect all the dirty details later.”

I playfully shooed her and stepped aside so that she could get her memories. Andre was standing on the other side of the room, stewing. He was the first to get his memories back and he’d been sitting like that since.

“Wow,” Emma exclaimed when Cate finished.

“That’s everything,” Cate muttered.

Emma gave her the dirtiest look possible and called her something that made me flinch. “I’m gonna go find Sam.”

She rushed out of Dusty’s, leaving the five of us in the living room. Cate looked at us helplessly and I felt something hard in my chest.

“You can explain now,” Marie encouraged.

Cate sighed. “Shetty said that you all needed to forget about the Woods; that it was too dangerous. She said that I’d be protecting you.”

“Wait, Shetty put you up to this?” I asked.

“She asked me to do this; she said that I would be helping you!” Cate insisted. “She said that Sam was too dangerous for any of us to get close to and I was trying to protect you----you saw what he did at Dr. Cordova’s!”

“That’s not a reason to mess with our heads, Cate,” Andre scowled.

“You could have talked to us; we could’ve figured something out,” Jordan mentioned.

“I’m so sorry,” Cate whispered.

Andre shook his head. “I’m done.”

He stormed off and Marie wandered after him. Cate’s eyes bored into the side of my head, and I forced myself to look at her.

“Y/N…”

“I…I need some water,” I mumbled.

My feet carried me to Dusty’s filthy kitchen and I started searching everywhere for some water. Suddenly, I was parched, and as my vision got blurry, I understood why. Then, I started focusing on my surroundings.

“I see five empty beer cans, I smell four different strange smells, I am touching two cabinet doors, and,” I paused at the heavy footfalls, “I hear one pair of footsteps.”

Jordan looked down at me for a second and I couldn’t read their expression as they handed me a water bottle. I backed away from the cabinets and accepted it.

“Thanks,” I said.

The water was a relief and I sighed when I finished gulping.

“So,” Jordan started.

“So…”

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

I laughed humorlessly. “Exhausted is the only thing I can think of. I feel like my brain was the ball in a game of ping pong.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Jordan glanced at his hands. “Yeah but, I still feel shitty about everything.” “Everything?”

Jordan’s eyes snapped up to meet mine and he almost looked panicked. “No, shit, I didn’t mean last night; I mean with Cate messing with us but especially you.”

I hesitated and fumbled with the water bottle cap. “Oh.”

“Yeah, you should’ve seen yourself earlier; you looked lost and confused and I hate seeing you like that,” he rambled.

Despite the reminder, Jordan’s words made me feel giddy inside and I tried to keep the smile off my face. I had to take the conversation slowly.

“I hated feeling like that, but I appreciate you backing me up,” I expressed. “You and Marie.”

Jordan grabbed my free hand. “I know you and I know that your intuition is always right.”

I hoped it was right then as I sipped some more water. “So, about last night…”

Jordan hesitated and released my hand to rub the back of his neck. “Yeah, um, we should talk about that.”

This was new. Since I knew them, Jordan was always one of the most confident people in the room. They always looked people in the eye and had no problem seducing anyone they wanted. I only saw them flustered a couple of times but never when it came to anything romantic. It was kind of sweet.

“I know you said we were ‘okay’ but I also don’t know what that means since this is all new to me,” I admitted.

It took a few seconds for the words to sink in and once they did, Jordan’s eyes widened.

“You mean that last night was…”

I nodded and fumbled with the bottle cap. “And I know that guys freak out when a girl says that or they have some weird fetish about it, which is kind of why I’ve been avoiding talking about it with anyone. But, when you said things were ‘okay’ I felt really sad; like you were blowing me off.”

“No, shit, I didn’t mean it like that,” Jordan insisted. “I haven’t had the best experiences hooking up or dating people since most people only want one side of me. So, I tend to push my feelings away to avoid any…complications but I just didn’t want things to be awkward between us or for you to feel any pressure.” “But didn’t that just make things more complicated?”

Jordan groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, but the last thing I ever wanted was to blow you off or make you think that I blew you off. I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

I softly grabbed his hand with my free one, smiling at how his hand easily swallowed mine. “Just don’t do it again. I’m also super offended that you thought I didn’t like both sides of you. I mean, I kissed you when you were in female form.”

Jordan paused and eyed me for a second. “I thought that was so you could win.”

Okay, here it goes.

“The winning part was nice but I’ve also wanted to kiss you for a while now.”

There, I said it, it was out in the open for the most part. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I watched a variety of emotions play across Jordan’s face. Then, he smirked.

“So, freshie’s had a crush on me for a while?” he teased.

I smacked his chest. “Why do you have to say it like that? You ruined it!”

“It does explain why you can’t keep your eyes off me,” Jordan sang.

“How would you know unless you were also looking?”

Jordan paused and scowled at me. “I miss when you weren’t this comfortable with me.”

“Really? You want me to be scared of you again?”

“Not scared but slower with comebacks.”

I laughed and swayed our clasped hands. “You’re the one who kept telling me you wanted to see me grow.”

“And I’m glad I got to see it.”

Was this why all the Si Chi girls in committed relationships grinned so wide their concealer creased when they saw their boyfriends? Were they all this good at making their hearts flutter and making them feel comfortable at the same time? Was this what everyone was chasing?

“Now what?” I asked.

“Now it’s whatever you want.”

It was like they were in my head sometimes, forcing me to do things that I avoided.

“What if I want you and Marie?” I asked.

As soon as I said it, the familiar anxiety rose somewhere around my heart. It was exciting and nauseating at the same time.

Jordan’s eyes widened. “You’re full of surprises, freshie.” “I keep surprising myself,” I admitted. “But, I know you two like each other and I like both of you and I feel weird even though I just poured my heart out. I don’t want to make things weird with either of you so if you don’t want to do this or stay friends or anything, I can deal with that.”

I wasn’t sure if that last part was true, but I wanted to give Jordan an out. They didn’t sign up to be in a relationship with me and another person anyway. Seeing them all the time would be painful too but, people got over breakups or relationships that never started every day.

All of a sudden, Jordan’s thumb gently wiped my left cheek. It was only then that I realized that I was crying and smiling simultaneously. He seemed concerned and I opened my mouth but he spoke first.

“You don’t have to act happy when you’re really scared or miserable around me,” he stated.

His words almost made me cry harder but he continued.

“And you didn’t let me answer your question. I’m open to exploring things with both of you…in a relationship.”

I gasped and covered my mouth. “Seriously?”

Jordan laughed and nodded. “Yes. When you caught us in her dorm the other day, we both wanted to talk to you but all this shit with GOD U got in the way. We tried to talk to you but, you avoided both of us until Dusty’s party.”

“Oh.”

“And then we skipped talking and went straight to sex.”

“Jordan!”

“What? It’s true.”

Thanks to the recovered memories, I did recall diving further into Rush Week festivities to distract myself. I also recalled how they separately tried to corner me at Dusty’s party and how we eventually---

I shivered at the thought and let my hands fall to my sides. “But, what if Marie---” “Look into the future if you’re that nervous about it but, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

I huffed. “I can’t use my powers right now even if I wanted to.”

Then, I wondered why I never thought of doing that earlier. Was I that busy with uncovering the conspiracy with the school and house recruitment? Or was it something else?

Jordan’s jaw clenched. “I can’t believe she messed with your head that bad.”

“And after I spilled my guts to her. I thought she was my friend, but a friend wouldn’t do that to me.”

“I don’t get why Marie wants to hear her out so bad, especially when she hasn’t known Cate as long as us.”

I sighed. “I think it’s because she’s the type of person to see the best in everyone and she must still see something in Cate.”

“I never got people who acted like that.”

“Maybe this is your chance to learn.”

Jordan smirked. “Look at you being optimistic about this already.”

“It’s just a possibility,” I muttered.

Despite that, my face and body felt warm all over. It was like I just had some hot tea on a cold night. It was different than usual happiness, I felt elated. So, the thought of her rejecting any part of this was even more gut-wrenching.

Then, one of Jordan’s hands softly cupped my jaw, almost like he was handling a porcelain cup or a baby animal. He tilted my head up to look at him and his eyes seemed to bore into my own.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, breath tickling my nose.

I nodded.

“Say it,” he quietly requested.

“Yes.” When his lips touched mine, I mewled, and I tried to pull away as the embarrassment clouded me. However, Jordan just pulled me closer, grinning into the kiss. My hands roamed from his neck to his taut shoulders and then his chest. Jordan’s hands slid to the small of my back and pulled me closer to him. When we separated, he smiled, revealing his dimples that appeared on rare occasions.

“Why did----” “Don’t overthink it and go find Marie, freshie,” Jordan insisted.

Walking away from him was surprisingly difficult; it was almost like they had a magnetic field around him. Somehow, I stumbled away and started searching the other rooms for Marie. As I wandered, I wished that I had found the time to make a spreadsheet of all the things I could say. I was never good at improvisation and needed a plan when speaking with people.

Somehow, it worked with Jordan, but I had no idea how things would go with Marie.

When I opened the next door, I gasped when I found Cate slumped on the bed. She leapt to her feet when the door opened and her eyes were stunned when she saw me.

“Sorry, I was looking for someone else,” I grumbled.

“Wait!” she called as I turned away. “Y/N, can we please talk?”

Her statement lit a fire in me that I didn’t know was there. Immediately, I whirled towards her.

“What else is there to say, Cate? You manipulated all of us because Shetty told you to,” I hissed.

“I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you or anyone.” She approached me slowly, almost the same as a hunter would a bear.

I scoffed. “Your intentions don’t mean anything; you hurt all of us.”

Cate stopped a few feet away from me. “I know and I want to make it right.”

It was as though we were talking in circles, and I was so tired, physically and mentally. I didn’t know how much more of the conversation I could take.

“Make it right? You gaslit me in front of all of our friends and pushed me to the point where I can’t even use my powers!”

Cate’s eyes widened. “What?”

I nodded and pinched my nose bridge. “Yes, ever since I came to from whatever dimension you sent my mind to, it’s like my powers are on mute.”

Cate flinched and crossed her hands in front of her. With her red eyes and slumped shoulders, one would have thought she was the one whose head got messed with. It incensed me that she acted like that but at the same time, I wanted to hug her.

“I panicked and I was just trying to get you to stay quiet. I shouldn’t have done that but Indira said that you’d benefit from it,” she whispered.

“Why would she think that?” I wondered.

Unless she didn’t.

Cate smiled sadly at me. “All I know is that she wants the best for both of us and I don’t think she’d lie about that.”

“But what about the others? A-and why did you get to remember when we couldn’t?” I questioned.

Cate sighed. “I don’t know. I just wish I could fix it.”

Even without my powers, I knew there was a fraction of a fraction of a possibility for Cate to fix any of this mess. At the very least, Cate would not be able to fix it alone.

Despite my better judgment, I stepped closer to her. “If you could figure out a way to pass all your finals and keep us all from getting caught from going off campus, you can probably figure out a way out of this mess.”

Cate sniffed. “Yeah, Andre did not make it easy last year.”

“No. I remember Jordan and Luke had to literally drag him off a party bus one night.”

Cate laughed. “And he kept yelling about how they were cockblocking.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “And this isn’t me saying that I forgive you or anything. I’m just saying you might be able to make things better.”

My words didn’t seem to shock her as she nodded slowly. I couldn’t help but wonder how Dean Shetty got her to do all of this and how she thought I could benefit from this experience. This was the same woman I vented to about my parents, anxiety, Si Chi, and my goals. She was the same woman who helped me set up regular meetings with Brink to test my powers.

So, why had she made one of my best friends do this?

I reached out to touch Cate’s shoulder but as soon as I made contact, she disappeared. Actually, the room and Dusty’s house overall were disassembled like Legos. I was surrounded by the forest and the sight of a bright gray sky. I circled around several times but I didn’t see anyone else.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” I called.

It was such a stupid idea but it didn’t hurt. I swallowed and started treading towards the forest.

“Cate? Jordan? Marie? Andre?” I called.

A breeze whipped past me and I jumped but, this breeze was warm and it had been colder out lately.

“You forgot about me that easily?” a familiar voice teased.

I slowly turned around and choked out, “Luke?”

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CREATIVE LIBERTY

A self indulgent fluffy Showtime oneshot where Caine tries to help Pomni feel more comfortable with the digital world with a one on one adventure!

Enjoy!

Pomni sat at the end of the dock overlooking the digital lake. The moon was high on this side of the map, with stars of varying sizes and shapes twinkling in the blue black sky. It would have been beautiful, if it wasn't so depressingly fake. Then again, Pomni wasn't sure if she remembered what was considered "real" anymore. She didn't recognize her own reflection in the pixelated water, yet it was real. It moved when she moved and frowned when she frowned. It was her face and she was real. Right?

She scowled and kicked the water. The water didn't splash, it more or less glooped and shifted around like wet gelatin. She took a deep breath and sighed heavily. As much as she appreciated the peaceful solitude, she did not like being alone with her thoughts.

"HELLOOO!" Caine popped in out of thin air and hovered to her right.

"GAAH!" She jumped so suddenly, she fell off the dock. The water was weird to be in. Feeling wet but also not at the same time.

"I couldn't help but notice you spending all your non-adventuring time admiring the digital lake! My facial recognition says you're down in the dumps! That simply won't do! What seems to be the trouble?" He asked so innocently and cheerfully.

Pomni hoisted herself back up onto the dock and glared at him as she rang the water out of her hat. "Oh, I don't know, I could be the whole trapped in digital purgatory for eternity thing or something. But it could be anything, really."

Her sarcasm went right over his head. "Well, as your ringmaster, it's my job to make your stay here as amazing as possible! If today's adventure wasn't thrilling enough for you, perhaps you need another!" He posed to snap his fingers.

"NO! No! No, thank you. Today's adventure was plenty thrilling." She shuddered remembering the house that shifted like a rubix cube. It took them forever to get the volleyball in the laundry basket. Didn't help that the place was infested with balloon animals, either.

"Fantastic! I do love hearing how much fun you all have!" He sank down and floated over the water in front of her in a seated position. "However, this isn't about all of you. You, Pomni, have struggled more than most to adjust here. Don't think that goes unnoticed under my watchful eyes!"

"... could've fooled me."

Caine visibly flinched. "My dear, Pomni, you wound me. The whole reason I'm here is to collect feedback on improving your experience." His voice was uncharacteristically calm.

Pomni sceptically looked him over. Due to his lack of typical human facial features, he was very hard to read. "Alright. You say you want to make things better?"

"Of course!"

"Then stop making all the adventures so...so crazy! Throw in some calmer ones."

Caine scratched his top jaw. "Calm adventures? But Pomni, the very definition of adventure is an unusual or exciting, typically hazardous, experience or activity. They technically wouldn't BE adventures if they were calm." He was genuinely confused.

"Okay, then just dial back the craziness. It doesn't have to be boring, just less...crazy." Crazy was a huge understatement, but it was the word she had at the moment.

Caine held his "chin" with his thumb and forefinger, his top jaw curved in an expression of deep thought. Then he shot upright and a lit lightbulb appeared over his head. "Pomni! I have an idea!"

"Oh no."

The lightbulb fell, bonked the top of Caine's head, and bounced into the water. It disappeared down into the unknown depths of the digital lake. He was entirely unfazed. "You DO need another adventure, Pomni! One that'll balance out the alleged craziness of the last!" He swooped towards her, pulled her off her feet and flew high into the air.

"AAAAAA! CAINE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" She clung to him as the ground got smaller below.

He stopped ascending when all that surrounded them was the nighttime sky. "This adventure is called Creative Liberty! Doesn't that sound fun? And it's perfectly harmless!" He let go of her.

She clung tighter to him. "What are you talking about!? This is too high up!"

He laughed. "Pomni, we can't fall! I, quite literally, won't let us!" He proudly stood up straight as if he were on a solid surface. "Now, uh, are you going to let me show you what I wanted to do or are you going to strangle me by my lapels the whole time?"

Pomni's eyes went wide with realization. She was being silly. Physics bent to Caine's every whim. The whole world did. She had forgotten who she was talking to. She let go of him and floated on her own next to him. "Sorry."

"It's quite alright, my dear! Now, in this adventure, I only need you to do one thing."

"What's that?"

"Trust me." He held out a hand to her, waiting for her to take it willingly.

That was a tall order. She looked at him with trepidation. He looked back with hopeful delight.

"Okay..." She put her hand in his.

He could absolutely burst with excitement. This was going to be fun! He snapped his fingers and a portal opened. He pulled Pomni through and entered a realm of flat land and empty sky. The endless horizon held nothing of interest in any direction. "Do you know where we are, Pomni?"

"Kansas?"

"I don't know what that is! Also, no! We're in a sandbox! Where the only limit is your own creativity! Watch closely." He snapped his fingers and an entire mountain erupted from the ground. "Now, let's add a few of these." He waved his hand and a waterfall poured from the side of the mountain. Trees and grass grew instantly. More high rising mountains joined the collection and the sky became a kaleidoscope of color. In a matter of seconds, the once boring landscape became a lush valley complete with a rich red hour sunset. "Your turn."

"Wait, what? I-I can't do that! I'm not you."

"No, you're not! You're better! You have human imagination! Here. Let me show you." He spun her around and covered her hands with his from behind, her back to his chest. "Just imagine. Create what you want to see in your mind."

Pomni hesitated, not used to Caine holding her like this. After a moment, she thought of the night sky over the circus and how much she wanted to see real stars again. Her closed fists started to glow as if she were holding something bright.

Caine smiled. "Now, release!" He dramatically let go of her hands.

She opened her palms face up and thousands of small silvery lights flew from her grasp. They swirled around her before shooting up into the sky. The sunset Caine created was accented with pinprick stars twinkling in the twilight.

"Amazing, Pomni! I didn't know stars could be so tiny!" He put his hands on his hips as he admired her work.

She stared up at the more realistic sky. "That's...that's what they look like...in the real world."

Caine peeked around and examined her expression. She had tears welling in her eyes but she was smiling. This confused him greatly. "Do you want to go ba-"

"No." She said quickly and wiped her eyes. "I want to keep going... please."

"Alrighty, then! It's kind of quiet here. How about some ambiance?" He snapped his fingers and birds of all sizes and colors filled the trees.

"How about...a lake?" She pointed at the bottom of the waterfall and pushed into the ground for her perspective, terraforming the land to hold water.

"Excellent! You're getting the hang of it! Let's add some wildlife!" With another snap, woodland creatures dotted the landscape.

Pomni's smile broadened. "How about something more mythical?" She thought really hard. A roar came from the trees and birds scattered. A huge colorful dragon took flight breathing blue fire.

"Gadzooks!" Caine watched in awe as the ferocious looking beast flew off overhead and into the sunset. He beamed at her. "I'm impressed!"

Pomni's cheeks felt warm. Caine had thrown around praise before but it never felt this personal. "It's not- uh, thanks." She looked down at her hands and picked at her gloves, suddenly very aware of his gaze.

Her behavior told him she was happy. "You're welcome! Now, you seem to really like the night sky. Would you show me more?"

Pomni nodded and offered her hand to him this time. He took it with no hesitation and flew her higher. Caine waved at the sun and it lowered below the horizon. The sky darkened to a deep navy blue, the small stars shining brighter in contrast. Caine was thrilled to see a smile on her face instead of fear being this high up again. "The sky is yours to command, Pomni! Show me what you can really do!"

Pomni closed her eyes and the sky lit up with stars, more than anyone could count. Then there was an explosion of color. Green and blue and pink and orange ribbons of light zig zagged across the sky. She opened her eyes to see Caine looking around, speechless. "Caine?"

He looked back at her, the ribbons dancing in her eyes. He felt fuzzy inside, like his core was made of static, and made a mental note run a diagnostic later. "Incredible. No notes. This is by far the single most beautiful sight of my existence." He said with all seriousness, his eyes never leaving hers.

Pomni full on blushed. "Well- ....thank you." She reminded herself he was talking about the lights. He had to be.

Caine's facial recognition saw her blush and tried to determine what she could be embarrassed about. Was she ashamed of her beautiful sky? She needed reassurance. That was it. "I mean it. I've been creating spaces for a long time. To see something new from a brilliantly creative mind like yours...why, it's downright inspiring!"

Pomni thought her face would catch fire. It just might, in the digital world. "It's really not that big of a deal. Nothing that, uh...um..." She lost her train of thought. She looked away, flustered by his praise.

Caine took another look around. "You know what these lights make me want to do?"

"Hm?" She was grateful for the change in subject.

"Dance!"

Suddenly less grateful. "W-what?"

He snapped his fingers and orchestral music started playing all around them. "Very appropriate for the setting!" He said proudly. "Would you indulge me, my dear?" He moved one of his hands to her waist, the other held her hand out to the side.

Pomni couldn't form words. She told herself on repeat that this was a program. He was doing it because it fit the setting. She shouldn't overthink it. But the way he was holding her...looking at her...there was something different about it. She gently squeezed his hand. "Yes."

Caine felt fuzzy again, even stronger this time. It had to be a malfunction in his software. A malfunction triggered by Pomni looking at him the way she is now. He cancelled the scheduled diagnostic.

They slowly rotated to the music. Colorful bands of light danced with them, weaving amongst the stars. The music moved with them. Caine twirled Pomni out to arms length where she went through one of the colors. It surrounded her like a heavenly glow and he decided that was his new favorite sight. He pulled her back in closer, his hand on the small of her back.

They flew across the map faster, each move becoming more elaborate. They built off each other's confidence. To the point that Caine flung Pomni above him and she swan dived back to him with narey a scream of fear. In fact, Pomni started laughing.

Caine eyes dilated. Real laughter. Real genuine laughter. From her. He could be deleted right now and die happy. He needed to hear more.

Their dance led to the surface of the new lake. They skate over the surface as if it were solid ice, leaving only the slightest ripples in their wake. They spin together and ribbons of water fly up from the surface and swirl around them.

Pomni has her arms around his non existent neck at this point, his arms fully around her. They were as close as they could be, and both of them wanted to be there.

Caine rocketed them up from the lake and back into the sky as the music started to fade. They hovered in each other's arms, just enjoying the moment. "Pomni..."

He said her name as quietly as she'd ever heard him speak. She didn't think he was even capable of speaking that low. "Yes, Caine?"

"Are you happy?"

"Right now? Yes. I am very happy, but...you know it won't last, right?"

"Yes. I am becoming ever more aware of how hard it is to keep humans happy. Such complex programming. If you're satisfied with your experience at this moment, I am content and consider my task complete. However...I find myself in an unusual predicament."

"What's that?"

"I don't want my task to be complete. I want to keep going. I want to keep seeing you this happy. I want to see what else you create. I want...I want..." For the unexpected upteenth time that evening, he couldn't find words. He's never struggled so much to communicate with any one person before.

"You want? You experience desire?" Pomni was astonished. "That's a human trait, Caine."

He shrugged. "In a digital existence, is there really such a difference?"

"God-like powers, for one." She gave him a look.

"Touché." He laughed. "Regardless, I have come to the conclusion that you are the catalyst to many a creative outlet and I am truly excited to work on new experiences for you. You've given me a sense of purpose again because your satisfaction poses a challenge."

"Are you saying I'm difficult?" She asked playfully.

He smirked. "I'm saying you're special." His arms held around her tighter in an embrace he didn't want to end, but he knew he couldn't keep her there forever. "Are you up for one more experience tonight?"

"Bring it on." She said boldly without a second thought.

Caine leaned back, pulling her with him, until they were plummeting head first towards the ground. They fell faster and faster, the colorful sky fading into the distance, the digital lake growing ever nearer. The wind howled with their descent.

Pomni didn't take her eyes off Caine. He leaned his top jaw towards her and she touched her forehead to him. She closed her eyes just before impact.

The world of sound and color muted the moment they went under. Full sensory deprivation. No way up or down. It was a cleansing experience. The overwhelming world above no longer existed. Only each other.

Pomni felt a sense of relief from it all, to feel only the comfort of Caine's embrace. She'd been wondering all evening what was real to her. This was. He was. "Thank you." She whispered into the water.

"My pleasure." He responded clearly, the water having no effect on his voice whatsoever.

The darkness of the deep water grew lighter again as they resurfaced back at the grounds. Caine let Pomni's feet touch the solid wood texture of the dock, but she didn't let go. Her head rested on his shoulder as they drip dried from their plunge.

After several moments of silence, Pomni spoke. "Caine..."

His name never sounded so sweet.

"...I really needed that. You did good." She finally loosened her grip on him, but kept her hands on his shoulders.

Caine thought he'd defrag on the spot. To be on the receiving end of praise was rare for him. "I aim to please! If you're satisfied, I'm satisfied!" He winked. "Now...I do believe it's time to say goodnight." His hands left her waist and found her hands.

"Can we do this again some time?" Pomni looked at him hopefully.

"Of course! I'd love to see what else you make in the sandbox!"

"Speaking of, I have a question. Why haven't you shown us that world before?"

"Oh, I have, before your time here, but I learned rather quickly that multiple humans in the sandbox at the same time didn't mix well. Things got out of hand pretty fast, even by my standards. Once again proving that humans are far more creative than I will ever be."

"Oh God...did you take inspiration from that as well?"

He looked away. "Maybe..."

"Caine!"

"What?? It was funny! Well, most of it." He cleared his voice. "Anyway, do have a wonderful night, Pomni. Rest well and maybe tomorrow's adventure will be a bit more enjoyable than today's." He kissed her hands before letting go and drifting away from her.

Pomni accepted his affection, letting her hands linger in his until he was out of her reach. "Goodnight, Caine."

"Goodnight, Pomni, my muse!" He took off his hat and bowed to her. "Until we fly again!" With a snap, he disappeared.

His muse. She liked the sound of that.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it!

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc showtime #caine x pomni #tadc fanfiction #tadc caine x pomni #pomni x caine #fluff

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beomiebear13 · 2 months ago

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Of course! Not.

genre: smut, Jongho x female reader

warning: oral (male receiving), cockwarming, switch Jongho

a/n: I’m back. After like a month, I think? Doesn’t matter but I hope you enjoy!! First Jongho story!! Lowkey, made this up on the spot and didn’t even have an idea for it but oh well.😊 955 words

Sitting down at his desk, Jongho was playing video games. The same video game him and Wooyoung have been playing day in and day out. Seeing his fingers move on they keys of the keyboard made you involuntary squeeze your legs together. Biting your lip, you slowly got up and made your way to his chair.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to get his attention. But you failed. His eyes were glued to the computer screen and there was nothing you could do about it. Or so you thought? A lightbulb seemed to have gone off in that pretty little head of yours. Or, at least, that' s what Jongho says when you think of something decent.

Dropping to your knees, you slowly crawled under the desk, sitting on your knees in front of his lap. His cute cheeks puffed out as he continued to focus on the screen. You smiled at his cute face. But you also smiled because you couldn't wait to see that cute face of his all red.

Your hand reached for his crotch, softly palming him through his sweats. “Y/n? What are you doing?" He asks, his eyes still glued to the screen. You held back the giggles that wanted to come from your mouth.

"Nothing," you responded in a "nonchalant” tone. He saw right through that bullshit. He knew what game you were trying to play. Or, better yet, the one you were gonna play. And is he do anything about it?

Of course! Not.

A sigh left his lips before biting on his bottom lip softly. You continued to palm him, getting him all worked up. He subconsciously lifted his hips, allowing you to take them off. You pulled them down painfully slow. “Come on, pretty girl. Don’t be a tease. Please.” He finally looked at you for once. You gave him puppy dog eyes with a small pout.

Pulling them down left him in nothing from the waist down. No boxers? No briefs? Nothing? That’s very unexpected of your Jong. But that just means less work for you, more and quicker pleasure for him. You trace the vein on his dick, making him shudder; goosebumps formed on his skin in a second.

Smiling at how worked up you have him, you grabbed onto his dick, pressing a kiss directly on the tip. “Fuck, suck me off, please, baby.” His fingers started to lose control of which key is which. You nodded but it’s not like he saw it anyway.

You started with kitten licks and went to softly suckling on his tip. Soft moans rolled off his tongue as you continued. And suddenly, when you gave him one harsh stroke, he grabbed your hand, a broken moan falling out of his lips. “S-s-shit.”

You hit his hand, making him let go of you. You laughed to yourself. He paused his game and looked at you. The moment he was about to speak up and say something, you took him in your mouth, cutting him off. His eyebrows furrowed. He swallowed as his mouth suddenly got dry. Moans from Jongho were falling out left and right.

To describe Jongho, he’s a little smaller than average but he is quite girthy, which makes up for the lack of length. Either way, you didn’t take him fully in your mouth, you left out as you stroke his dick. Removing your other hand, you played with his balls. “A-ah, baby. You take me so w-well. Do you see what you’re doing to me?” Jongho��s voice trembled.

You hummed in response, the vibrations hitting his sensitive and swollen tip perfectly. A single tear falling from his eye. He couldn’t hold back any moans or whimpers and soon, he wasn’t able to hold in any tears. Not many came out, but it was obvious enough for you to how bad the pleasure was taking over his body.

Smiling to yourself, you continued what you were doing. The trembling of his thighs told you that he was so close to cumming. And you weren’t going to take that away from him. You want to show him what he’s been missing while playing that stupid game. But! You didn’t want to hurt your poor baby bear.

His eyes squeezed shut and his hands gripped onto the table as he threw his head back. His cum shot down your throat, leaving your mouth and tongue white. You pulled his dick out of your mouth, removing your hands from his dick and balls. Cum dribbling down your chin.

He panted as he looked down at his cum painting your chin. He rolled his chair back enough for you to come out. You came out with a smile on your face. His cheeks were read and his hair was stuck to his forehead by his sweat. “Shit, pretty girl, I’m so sorry for not paying attention to you.”

“I know, Jong. It’s ok. Just.. leave the game for a while, yeah?” You asked him, grabbing his face. He nodded obediently and with a smile.

“Now pull your shorts down, sit on my dick and watch me play.” He says, his whole demeanor changing. You weren’t even shocked at this point. Not that you wanted to be. You were just more focused on the thought of you sitting his dick.

You didn’t waste a second pulling down your shorts. He turned you around, holding his dick. He slowly brought you down onto the head of his dick. You sunk down on him by yourself. A moan escaping your mouth from the stretch. Biting down on your lip, you turned around and looked at Jongho. “Are you going to fuck me after, as well?”

“Of course! Not.”

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jazzyquarterblugs · 7 months ago

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𝐏𝐏𝐓𝐉: 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Time to show ya'll the Altercanons for The Smiling Critters!! :D

(I have already looong posted them on my twitter but again for the Tumblr peeps I will post them here! :3)

From Oldest to Youngest!

Enjoy!

Bubba Bubbaphant!

The smart and probably the most mentally stable one out of the bunch (more on that later-) being the oldest isn't really easy when you've got 7 younger friends most of which love to go on rowdy fun adventures, nonetheless he is always with them every step of the way whenever he can! (Mostly because he needs to keep them from accidentally getting themselves killed 💀)

His Talent

Bubba is capable of creating balls of light and is able to change the intesity of light sources around him, in combat he can create lightbulb shaped items and throw them at to flashbang opponents, disorienting them and giving him the advantage, though this uses up his own energy and so he needs to think carefully about how many he creates, or else he will likely pass out.

KickinChicken!

The self-proclaimed cool guy of the critters. An daredevil who's always put looking for ways to have a lil fun, all the while making Bubba slowly lose his patience 😅 even though he may come off as an arrogant jerk to others, Kickin actually cares a lot about his friends and others more than he likes to admit! Just don't get on his nerves or he will make your life a living hell whenever given the chance!

His Talent

He can whip out three items of his choosing, whether it'd be a simple screwdriver or a flat out atomic bomb, all of which seem to follow a common theme 💀 though he is only lmited to three wishes and after using them all up he'd have to wait for an one hour cooldown before he can create more items again.

CatNap!

Not a very talkative critter, neither is he really stable in ANY WAY to begin with, he went suddenly missing once for 3 whole weeks and came back never the same, for 9 whole months has he never ate, drank or even slept, and it's only a matter of time before one day he finally collapses in on himself...

His...Talent???...

He is able create sleep-inducing red smoke, making whoever is nearby inhale it and fall into a Deep Sleep... (it doesn't kill them dn)

DogDay!

The leader of The Smiling Critters! And CatNap's best friend! This lovely sunshine is always ready for an adventure and bring a smile to everyone's faces no matter who they are! He is always standing up for what's right, willing to put his friends before himself.

His Talent?

His body glows a range of red to yellow whenever experiencing intense emotions, the hue and the temperature of his body depending on how intense the feeling is, if it is too intense his body is capable of burning the skin off of anybody who attempts to touch him.

PickyPiggy!

The nature-loving and diet obsessed one of the group, she absolutely loves the wonders of mother nature, even owning an vegetable garden herself! She loves to eat but always makes sure she stays healthy when doing so! Though sometimes she is so entranced by eating food that she often forgets to keep up with the others and finds herself confused, she always feels like she has an reputation to uphold considering her father is a well-known cook in Critterville, to make things even less easy she has 12 younger brothers to take care of!

Her Talent

She is able to take and storage items within an infinite pocket dimension like a personal inventory in her pockets, though she needs to have actualy pockets for this to work, luckily she knows how to sew!

Hoppy Hopscotch!

The physically active one of the group! And DogDay's beloved little sister! This rambunctious lil rabbit is willing to take on a challenge if it means having fun! Though she is really accident prone so she often gets herself hurt! (Pretty frequently actually-) but even so she doesn't know how to back down! While impatient and loud, she is happy to protect her friends from danger!

CraftyCorn!

The shy and soft-spoken one! She's pretty timid but has an incredible creative side to her! She loves to create all kinds of art but most specifically loves to draw! Even though she may not have had the best first start of her life, but after moving into Bubba's home and becoming part of The Smiling Critters, she realizes she feels right at home.

Her Talent

She is able to mend and shape paint however and whatever she wants it to be! Whether it is colorful wings of freedom or another way to paint, she needs to have paint at her disposal though.

She is also capable of magic of her own! But due to her previous living conditions she was never able to tap into her gift and discover the wonders of unicorn magic all that much, though luckily Bubba has enrolled her to equestrian classes to help her with that problem! <)

Bobby Bearhug!

The sweetest and youngest one out of the group! She was found alone outside near the Critters' treehouse, ever since then Bubba has taken her under his wing and has been taking care of her since, it is unknown what happened to her parents it has been assumed that they had just abandoned her.

Her Talent

She is able to sense the true intentions of a person's heart, helping her know who is worthy of trust or not, she is also able to sense the emotions of an individual though this can be physically and even mentally exhausting, making her needing to take frequent naps to gain her energy back.

Aaaand that is all I have for today!

I hoped you enjoy these Altercanons and if you have any questions regarding them or this AU feel free to ask in my ask box! :3

(repeat users are okay btw!)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime au #poppy playtime jealousy #poppy playtime jealousy au #jealousy au #pptj #smiling critters #smiling critters au #bubba bubbaphant #kickinchicken #catnap #dogday #picky piggy #hoppy hopscotch #craftycorn #bobby bearhug #Bobby is a baby in this AU yes #Why? Cause I can >:)#But it's also because it makes up for an funny dynamic between Bubba and Kickin plus for story purposes!#DogDay and Hoppy are siblings #Kickin is a trans man cause I said so 😘#Picky is always getting distracted by food so she forgets what is going on sometimes #She also has OCD #Crafty is a sweet unicorn who does not deserve to have a mother like hers #Bubba is literally the only one with the least amount of drama in his life #And CatNap is my comfort character! <3 #I hope this doesn't upset all of y'all- ;-;#REMEMBER THIS IS AN AU!!#altercanons #altercanon

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consuming-karma · 2 years ago

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FRIENDLY COMPETITION

buwan’s notes : i honestly can’t be left alone with my thoughts, and being left alone leads to me acting on them. this is one of the many funny ideas I made up in my head. This is also a (very) late good luck to brit who’s taking her finals, good luck! I know you’ll ace them bestie!!

episode summary : When the boys return from a night of feeding, Paul gets a whiff of the most peculiar scent in his shared nest with his mate, it’s..it’s a dog?!

content warnings: Paul being jealous of a puppy. (yes that’s a warning).

tags: @britany1997

[paul x fem!reader.]

“Babe!” Paul called out in the cave, his hands covered his mouth to further emphasize that he was home from feeding.

You had decided to stay at the cave for a couple of days, keeping your boyfriend and his gang of vampires company until you decided that it was time to mingle with your kind once again.

They had left you in the cave earlier during the night to snatch a meal. Paul had whined about how they hadn’t fed in a while, and that he needed some of the sweet, sweet, blood his body was craving, which leads us to the current situation.

The blonde was confused at not hearing a reply back, getting slightly worried. The boys noticed this, and looked at each other before Dwayne decided to step up, walking towards Paul.

“Maybe, she’s just sleeping Paul, not a big deal.” Dwayne patted the rowdy boy on his shoulder before taking his rightful spot on the couch like always.

For once, Paul wasn’t reassured by the dark-haired vampire. He decided to investigate, hoping that what Dwayne had suggested was true and that you were only napping.

He looked into different caverns and various tunnels, seeing if you had somehow gotten lost or had wandered around in boredom. His nerves were getting more and more frisky, the longer he couldn’t find you.

Paul walked around, trying to remember the last time he saw you, trying to retrace his steps as if he lost his motorcycle key.

After a good few minutes of hard thinking, a lightbulb went off in his weed-induced head, happily trotting to his separate cavern, full of his trinkets and music collections.

Paul’s nerves seemed to die down as he saw your back turned to him, you were sat criss-crossed on his bed, unaware of his presence.

Paul grinned at your figure, seeing you wear his iconic mesh shirt when he rarely decided to wear something different for a change, he walked up to you, curious on what’s got your attention that you hadn’t noticed him yet.

A specific smell got him to stop in his tracks though, known for his keen sense of smell, the blonde could pick anything up from miles away, and he knows the smell of a mutt when he smells one.

Suddenly, a yip came from you, or more so, in front of you. Paul’s worst nightmares have been confirmed, a puppy, in your arms. Surprisingly, you still hadn’t noticed your boyfriend and his horror-stricken expression as you baby-talked to the ball of fur in your hands.

“Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy! The bestest boy!” You let out praises for the little puppy in your arms as it barked and yipped, happily replying to your blabber.

The puppy seemed to notice Paul as it squirmed in your hold, Paul cringed at the puppy, obviously knowing that the puppy has noticed him, it was a golden retriever, every commercial family had one, an ideal family dog.

He remembers that only because you’d compare him to the breed so much.

“Paulie! You remind me so much of a golden retriever!”

“I think we should get a golden retriever, both of you would get along so well!”

He shuddered at the memories as the puppy had escaped your clutches and was now jumping up on his legs, trying to climb the blonde. You were confused at the sudden change in the puppy as you turned away, in all of the ten minutes Paul stood there, finally, he was noticed.

“Paulie!” You chirped, turning over to the other side of the bed to pick up the puppy jumping around in his arms. “Babe?..where’d you get the mutt?” Paul asked, looking at the puppy with a weird look.

“Hey! Don’t call him a mutt, and for your information, this “mutt” was wandering around by the woods, it came up to me and I decided to adopt it.” You huffed, letting the puppy bark and yip as it squirmed in your hands, trying to land kisses on your face.

“Ew, babe! Don’t let the dog kiss you!” Paul whined, trying to pull the puppy away from you. “Paul! Be careful.” Your hands gently placed the puppy down on the bed as it ran in circles, smelling everything as it’s tongue held out, dripping saliva everywhere.

Paul clicked his tongue as he quickly carried the puppy off his bed, “now he’s got all of his saliva on my bed, thanks a lot babe.” Paul sighed, ignoring the puppy that was yipping all around his feet.

“Can we keep him, pretty please?” You dramatically gave him a set of puppy eyes, pouting and the works, Paul scoffed, crossing his arms like a jealous child, “didn’t I tell you, dogs and vamps don’t mix?” You snorted, shooing him.

“Please, doesn’t Max have one?” You replied, letting the puppy lick your calves and paw at you. “Max’s devil dog is a bloodhound, not an actual dog.” Paul retorted, grabbing the golden retriever puppy by the scruff and making his way towards the entrance of his man-cave, wanting to throw him out.

“He doesn’t seem weirded out by you, though! Pretty please, Paul! He looks so much like you, it’ll be adorable.” You whined, following him to the entrance where Paul was getting ready to kick the puppy out.

“What’s adorable with this thing? I could look just as puppy-like as him, hell, even better than him!” Paul scoffed, giving the puppy the stink eye just as it happily barked at him.

“Look at him, baby!” You pointed to the puppy that was being held by the scruff, it barked at Paul happily, unaware of the eviction that it was about to recieve.

“He looks just like you!” Paul looked at you with a deadpanned look. “No child of mine’s gonna look as ugly as this.” Paul pointed to the puppy as you glared at him.

You gasped, offended about what he said. “Paul!” You scolded him with a nice slap to back of his head, making him yell profanities as he almost dropped the dog.

Thankfully, you picked the little pup up and cradled the poor thing in your arms, it found it’s balance and licked up your cheek as Paul had a pout painted on his face.

The blonde was obviously upset, seeing the puppy in your arms as a threat. “I’ve seen these little scenarios before babe! Girlfriend gets a puppy and the puppy gets the girl! I’ll be left out!” Paul groaned, looking at you with an annoyed expression.

You scoffed at your boyfriend’s childish thinking, petting the ball of fur in your hands.

“C’mon Paulie, he’s not that bad, i think he’d be a great addition!”

Update, he is.

he is that bad.

it’s been a month since Paul had begrudgingly accepted the little fur-ball you’ve “adopted” into his cave.

The boys seemed to love him, laddie seemed to love him, but that’s not what he hated, he hated how fast that little rascal you call your baby stole your heart.

Paul glared at the little puppy in your arms twenty-four seven, no breaks, no nothing, not even a little break for the poor vampire’s eyes. It’s like he disappeared! You barely gave him kisses and your arms were always around that little puppy. Hell, it’s not even little anymore!

He could feel his jaw clench from reminiscing the events of said month, Marko had met the pup first, joyed to see other animals than his pigeons and happily accepted the blonde fur-ball into the cave.

Dwayne and Laddie seemed to enjoy the little puppy as well, Paul couldn’t blame Laddie, he’s a little boy, anything moving and with fur is adorable to him but Dwayne? How’d the hell did some little dirty pup get him on his side, Paul couldn’t help but scoff as he thought about this.

Hell, even David seemed like he tolerated the damn pup! It felt like Paul walked into something cursed when he saw the platinum blonde relaxing with the puppy on his lap!

His partner-in-crime, Marko, no longer asked for him, it’s always “where’s the little pup?” or “where’s mini-Paul?”. The blonde was getting sick of it, there’s only one puppy boy in this house, and it’s time Paul retook his throne!

Paul stomped towards his man-cave where you and that puppy always seemed to hang around. He pulled back the curtains that separated the small cavern from the rest of the main cave, his nose seemed to flare at the display of you and the puppy laying on your stomach.

“oh, hey paulie!” You happily greeted your boyfriend as you sat up from the bed, the puppy moving along with you. Paul looked at you with an angry expression and a clenched jaw, his gaze flickering from you to the puppy.

Paul imagined the puppy smirking at him, as if it knows he stole his girl. You seemed oblivious to Paul’s tantrum and only looked on curiously, your hand running itself through the puppy’s fur.

“Alright, that’s it, enough is enough, that pup is going back to the wild!” Paul threw his hands in the air before gently carrying the puppy off of you, he was angry but he wasn’t cruel.

“Paulie, what the hell?!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you followed the glamrock punk out his cave and into the main cave where he gained an audience of his friends and laddie.

“Paul! Put Rhodey down!” You called out, hastily following the blonde who stopped in his tracks and turned slowly to you. “You named him after my favourite name?.. babe I was gonna name our kid that!” Paul groaned out, dropping the puppy who fortunately landed on his feet as he barked up at Paul.

“That’s..that’s kinda why I named him Rhodey, I thought if he had one of your favourite names—“ you squatted down to usher the puppy to you, petting it to calm down.

The audience Paul had earned looked on curiously on what was happening between the glamrock punk and his mate. “Babe, that’s not the point, you’ve been ignoring me way too long and all for a puppy! Hell, even the guys have been asking more about him than me!” Paul whined out, obviously frustrated.

“The hell are you talking about, dude?” Marko looked at him incredulously, “oh please, don’t act so dumb, you keep asking around for the little puppy, you all obviously prefer him over me.” Paul scoffed, crossing his arms in distaste at the current situation.

The room was silent at Paul’s statement, before they all bursted out laughing. “You’re telling me..that..that you, Paul, are intimidated by a— a puppy?—“ Marko spoke between laughs, holding onto his stomach.

David only grinned at the scene in front of him, shaking his head in disbelief as Dwayne laughed along with you and Marko as the main cave filled with your giggles and the boys’ chuckles.

“Why are you guys laughing? This isn’t funny, she’s my mate, and this dumb puppy’s got her wrapped around his paws!” Paul furrowed his eyebrows, pointing accusingly at the puppy who innocently stared at him with a tilted head.

“Dude, You’re a vampire, that’s a puppy, why are you jealous?” Marko snorted out, patting the blonde’s back as the laughter slowly died down. The curly-headed blonde looked up at him with a teasing look before looking down at the puppy.

“Let us emphasize this for you, bud. You’re a literal immortal who tears people up for fun, this puppy isn’t doing shit to you, and it sure as hell isn’t stealing your girl.” Dwayne gave him a smug grin as the puppy ran around, still yapping as if it wasn’t moments away from being thrown out the cave’s entrance.

“If anything, you’re the only sour that there’s a puppy, ain’t no animal in the world is going to steal your mate, bud.” Marko looked at you, who had finished your giggling fit and was now ushering the puppy to your side.

“Think of it as a kid, you and (Y/N), and your little fur-baby.” Marko definitely quoted you on the fur-baby part, Paul deflated at Marko’s words, knowing he was annoyingly right at the end of the night.

“You done with your tantrum now, little baby?” You baby-talked Paul, obviously trying to get a rise out of him as he pouted, looking at you with a sad face.

“Oh you poor thing, poor baby got his throne taken and now he’s all pouty about it.” You fluttered your eyelashes, looking at him with a exaggerated frown. “That’s not funny, babe!” Paul frustratingly groaned out.

The blonde wanted to pull his hair at the fact that he wasn’t being taken seriously. “Paul, seriously, chill.” You finally stopped teasing the blonde, looking at him with a serious expression.

“Rhodey isn’t taking me away from you, and he’s not going to, anytime soon.” You walked up to the blonde’s deflated figure, pulling him back to his part of the cave, as the boys glanced at you with a look that said good luck.

“Yeah, I have a puppy and he’s amazing, but you’re always gonna be my boyfriend, I wouldn’t let anything get between that.” You placed your hand on Paul’s cheek, who sadly nuzzled into it.

The two of you sat down on his bed silently as you managed a position where you had your head on his shoulder and the puppy splayed over your lap. The puppy seemed tired of it’s activities for the night and started to nap.

Both of you sat in silence, enjoying the ambience of the cave for a bit. “Are you sure he’s not taking you away from me?..” Paul muttered, looking down at the puppy in your lap as he nipped at the nail polish on his fingernails. “Paul.” You snorted, still petting Rhodey, lulling the blonde pup to sleep.

Soon enough, the human fatigue hit you, your eyes seemed to droop as you continued to sit in silence. You felt like you weren’t going to last long as you slowly let your eyelids fall over your eyes.

“I love you lots Paul, nothing’s gonna change that.” You had to get the last word in, before turning in for the night, you and the puppy slept as Paul supported you, gently laying you down on his bed. “Love you lots too, baby.” He mumbled, leaving a kiss on your forehead before glancing at the sleeping puppy on your lap.

He kissed his teeth before gently petting the puppy, soft enough to keep the puppy asleep.

“Guess you’re not so bad either.”

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