#yes I gave angelic boobs.

[tulpamancers-prosopagnosia1]

Been working on commissions…

[chuunai]

Henlo I have something to add to the 100 followers event if that’s cool

Dazai with scenario 2 and prompt 16. Idk how these things traditionally go but…. Your stuff seems good so far and I’m excited to see what you do with this

Thank you thank you, Anon. Also sorry for how long this took everyone I swear I’m combing through the requests 3_3

✧˚ · . dad first, detective second - dazai osamu

who would’ve imagined the demon prodigy having a hellion of his own?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → baby baby baby, Dazai really likes your boobs, etc.

It’s a perfect night, really.

Your warm body resting against his, limbs lazily tossed over each other as you snuggled and acted like lovesick fools. Moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains, casting small slivers on your face. Dazai couldn’t help but think of an angel when it came to you. A heavenly being that granted him a new life and forgave him for his past.

Nudging at your cheek with his nose, his voice came out in a sleepy tone.

“You should sleep, [name].”

His hand reached up to cup your face, playfully using his thumbs to gently close your eyelids like one would do with a body. He’d seen many people in the Mafia do that—try and make the deaths they caused seem more peaceful rather than a brutal end. Dazai himself never did that. No need in beautifying a simple concept of its finality and simplicity.

“Can’t. I know she’s about to wake up. It’s nearly eleven, and we put her to sleep at seven. I can tell.”

You shook your head stubbornly, looking at the baby monitor nearby where static noise and the occasional mix of a tiny snore and coo came from.

His little hellion.

Really, he had no clue how he got so lucky. First with the fact that he impregnated you and you carried his baby. Second with the fact that he had his own family now. And third with the fact she looked so much like him. Thick brown curls of hair on her head, big curious eyes that looked at him so adoringly. The tiny freckles and birthmarks scattered across her skin. She had some of your features, yes, but they were more subtle than his features.

Coupled with the fact that she was a bundle of energy and sass like him.

“I insist, pretty. Shinju needs her daddy too.”

He knew how much she made you tired with her habit for refusing to nap for more than an hour or two coupled with breastfeeding and the general responsibility and time that being a mom took. Dazai wanted to spend time with his daughter too and relieve your stress. You’d get sleep, he’d get to see Shinju. Win-win, in all accounts.

Hell, he even gave you puppy eyes in the darkness of your room.

“I…fine. But don’t wake me up if you screw up.”

Dramatically, he sighed and frowned, placing a hand on his heart.

“Does my ‘bella really think I’m an incompetent father? How heartbreaking and cruel of her!”

Much to his relief, you playfully groaned, pinching his sides lightly.

“I didn’t say that, dummy. God, I swear Shinju is more mature than you.”

Jesus, you were so insulting tonight. How was the baby that tried to put anything she could in her mouth more mature than him? Sure, he was a bit funny and childish, but he wasn’t a baby. Well, if he had his face buried in your boobs he’d be a baby. Still, it’s not his fault that they’re just so big and warm and squishy and seem to beg for his attention.

Which is what he soon did, resting his head on your chest while cupping them softly. You were wearing one of his shirts and a nursing bra underneath. He wished you weren’t wearing anything at all, but it wasn’t fair to ask for that when you recently gave birth just a mere two months ago. His libido lowered itself only for you. And when you did have sex—quickies when Shinju would nap—, he was so much nicer and loving than usual. The mother of his child didn’t deserve rough mean sex, no, she deserved gentle treatment under the sheets of their futon.

You deserved everything that he could possibly give you.

So when the small baby demon eventually began to wake up and whimper, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and slowly got up, whistling a small tune under his breath before waking to the makeshift nursery nearby.

Opening the door slowly, he made his way to the crib and picked up his sniffling newborn, shushing her comfortingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. We don’t want to wake up mama, okay?”

Her tiny hands balled up into fists, weakly moving around and occasionally hitting his chest. Sitting down on the rocking chair nearby, he fumbled around for one of her stuffed animals, grabbing the familiar bunny as he placed it in her arms.

“Look there, Shinju. It’s your bunny!”

From an authoritative Mafia executive to a tired loving father. Lord, Chuuya would be laughing his ass off. Or have that stupid face of confusion while he’d berate Dazai with questions about what unlucky woman had to bear his spawn. But what could that short alcoholic of a ginger say? No woman wanted to birth his babies.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Shinju’s tiny fingers began to grab at his chest, thinking he could feed her too. He could, just not straight from the source unlike you. Standing up, he went over to the mini-fridge nearby which contained bottles of your milk. It wasn’t too chilly, and so he carried it and the cooing baby to the kitchen where he warmed it up in the microwave.

After it warmed up, he carefully began to feed her, leaning back against the counter as he did so.

It still felt so odd to him. Caring and loving someone he helped to create. His self from ten years ago would never believe it—that they’d find love and even have a baby after escaping the Mafia. He had you to thank for that. The one who picked up the discarded pieces of his soul and welded it into the man he is today—a father first, and a detective second.

Kinda rushed the end but I couldn’t think of anything more :(

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

[ellabsprincess]

Vi love your boobas! She will kiss them, lick them, suck them, sleep on them, everything!

When she’s come home from a long day, she just wants your boobs in her mouth! And you’ll be laying on the couch just talking to her about your day while she sucks<3

anon yes omfg get out of my brain!! <3 vi definitely has an oral fixation and loves to keep herself occupied with your tits in her mouth.

𝐕𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+, mdni, cute little smutty drabble, tit sucking, nipple play, sexual themes, vi being needy

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @dropsofs4turn @hehatesmati @zethd @im-jinxs-trinket

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

the tune of your favorite song blasts through your ears, your headphones blocking out the sound of any other unimportant disturbances. you move your head to the beat subconsciously, not even aware that you were moving and dancing while seated on your couch. you were scrolling through some app on your phone, nothing better to do than to burn time while you waited for your girlfriend to get home from work.

little did you know, she had just entered your shared apartment, and was standing back in the doorway, just admiring you so perfectly lost in your own little world. vi lived for little domestic moments like this, and she loved to come home to you blissful and upbeat.

not wanting to scare you, she slowly walks in front of the couch to be in your field of vision in your field of vision. the second you see her, your eyes light up in excitement and you fling yourself from the couch, not caring that your phone falls to the floor with a distinct clunk.

"vi! you're home! i didn't even hear you come in!" you squeal excitedly, running into her open arms.

"yeah cupcake, i'm home. missed you baby," it was a rough day for her at work, but she didn't want to think about that. not when she had her favorite person in her arms.

"c'mon, lets relax on the couch cupcake, didn't mean to interrupt you,"

...

your headphones and phone sat abandoned on the coffee table, your top and bra tossed aimlessly and recklessly to the floor.

your bottoms were left on, but nothing adorned your chest besides your necklaces and a series of wet hickeys across your neck and breasts.

your chest rose and fell with each breath and word expelled from your mouth, blabbering on about your day. you were detailed, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. as you described your eventful grocery spree or that morning, slurping and sucking sounds echo in the room, sourced from vi's lips enclosed around your tit, her hand pinching and teasing your other nipple. her spit and drool was all over your chest, but you couldn't care less. not when she looked so perfectly angelic and ethereal, her puppy dog eyes looking up at you ever so often to assure you she was listening while she lazily sucked and worshiped your tits.

the activity wasn't even foreplay for the both of you anymore, it became more of a peaceful daily ritual. sure, it was sexual, but it was more calming. it grounded vi after a tough day, and gave you time to rant to her and expel all your pent-up negative emotions from the day. it was beautiful and domestic more than anything.

vi lets out an occasional mhm, or quiet moan around your nipples as you recount the adventures of just that day, showing her agreement to your arguments with others, and getting lost in a hazy fog as she relaxes more than she's even been able to before.

eventually your fingers find their way to her hair, playing with the spiky ends and massaging her scalp. your nails scratch into her head, causing goosebumps to run down her body like insects crawling across her skin. she shivers a bit, but relishes in the pleasure of your hands.

she may come across as intimidating, overly dominant and even stubborn, but really, she just needs to be babied. she loves when she can be vulnerable with you, worship your body and play out all her desires while you pat her head and praise her for how good she makes you feel.

after at least an hour of vi curing her oral fixation with your beautiful chest in her mouth, you eat a quick dinner, haphazardly get ready for bed, and climb under the covers together, her head making it back to your chest once more. as you breathe softly, drifting off into the depths of your own mind, vi can only smile, as she herself falls asleep, close to your heart, the place she wishes to live forever.

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃

꧁ 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Teaser ➤ the day he fell in love with his big booty himbo <3

Word count › 894

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › Yubin a perv

Kinks › none

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╰┈─➤ ＢＥＧＩＮＮＩＮＧ

Choi Yubin was an outcast. At least in popular spaces. He had a few friends in his music club but if they hadn’t enjoyed music like him, would they even talk to him?

Most likely no…. He knew he was a bit weird: didn’t talk much, answered in short sentences, and even cute girls talking to him didn’t get his shell to crack.

But he was fine being the weird good looking nerd that kept to himself.

He needed only one friend, Kim Bora. She was way hotter than him—by the amount of notes she got in her locker in home room. But she never got a boyfriend.

Or girlfriend, Yubin wasn’t sure if she liked anyone really.

“Bin, pass the ball.” Bora said, pointing to the ball that had rolled down to his feet. Yubin hates gym class so he stayed in the back with other kids who didn’t want to play. He huffed but pushed the ball back to whoever was playing.

“You’re so out of it.” Bora laughed, a grin on her lips. “See someone catch your eye?” She jokingly looked around but knew it wasn’t true.

Yubin hated almost all of his classmates. All they wanted to do was talk about their looks or something else he didn’t give too shits about.

Oh well, he just had to survive another school day.

He glanced down at his shoelaces for the third time today. It was more interesting than whatever his classmates were doing.

“Oi!”

He wanted to die so bad.

“Oi!!!”

Mmh, what should he have for dinner?

“YUBIN!!!”

Yubin looked up and cursed. A ball came straight for his head and knocked him square in his nose. He swore he heard a crack as he fell to the ground with a shriek that Bora would forever bully him for.

At the nurse, the clinic nurse didn’t do much. Gave him an ice pack right before pushing his nose back in place. It was painful. He screamed.

Never again.

He was allowed to leave school so he had texted his grandmother to meet him at the train station. Just as he was about to leave, the door to the nurse’s office opened and he saw something magical in front of him.

Yubin wasn’t sure who the hell he was but he wanted to know everything about him.

Tanned skin, jet black hair parted in the middle with a few longer strands getting into his eyes a bit. Double eyelids that resembled that thing Bora mentioned about people looking like animals.

Yeah, this guy looked like a puppy. The guy was buff, way more than the average student should be. He was still in his gym clothes. A tight white shirt stuck to his chest showing an outline of abs and boobs.

Yes, boobs!

A slim waist. And the most pouty lips he ever saw.

Yubin opened his mouth to speak. Wondering what the hell this guy was in here for but he looked at him.

And he smiled.

Holy fuck someone other than Bora smiled at him!!!

“Yunwoo!”

That wasn’t his name but he’d take it!

“I’m so sorry.” He said, walking over to hand him a bag of rice snacks. How the fuck did he know he liked them?!? Yubin looked at him as if he was an angel above.

“Sorry for what…?” He mumbled, remembering he couldn’t just stare at the guy.

“The ball. I had hit it too hard. If you want anything else, I’ll give it to you! I heard your nose was broken.” He looked so guilty. His lips were jutted out into a pout while his doe eyes looked down.

Yubin wanted him to look like that everyday. He made sure to use his jacket to cover his growing erection and simply nodded.

“It’s fine. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“Ah,” the guy smiled. Ah he loved this look as well. “I’m Yim (Name).”

Yim? Oh, it was close to Yubin! It was fate!! Yubin was just thinking out of his ass but he promised himself that he would make this random guy his boyfriend.

“Get home safe, Yunwoo.” (Name) said.

“Yubin….” Yubin muttered but (Name) was already gone.

Well, that’ll be the first thing he does when wooing (Name)… getting him to know his actual name.

𝄞

Yubin knew he was nasty. Perverted really. Who meets someone random and suddenly jerk off to them?

Choi Yubin, that’s who.

Groans left his lips as he rubbed his cock in his bedroom. He was still dressed in his gym clothes—having just rushed into his room. His grandmother was surely confused but she didn’t say anything.

Yubin was surprised in himself at how quick he was about to cum. The thoughts of (Name)’s lips around his cock. His doe eyes staring up at him as he sat on the ground as he cried on his cock.

“(Name)…” he grunted as he came into the napkin nearby. Yubin threw it into a trash can underneath his desk and stared up at the ceiling.

God damn, what a pervert he was.

His mind went back to (Name), thinking back onto his boobs. The white shirt that stuck to his wet tanned skin. He hummed to himself, imagining (Name) fucking himself on his cock.

Yubin glanced down at his twitching cock.

Ah, he had a few more rounds in him.

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╰┈─➤ ＥＮＤ

Perverted Yubin is back!

His first post was way more popular than I thought!!

I have three other characters that I’ll publish their meet cutes soon next week!

Requests for Yubin are open if you got any ideas for him 🤭

[spideyzgirl]

that first kiss

summary: you and peter reminisce about your first kiss, but you both have very different takes on it.

warnings: fluff, a lil angst

pairing: tom!peter x reader

wc: 891

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“hey y/n, look at this.” peter beckoned you over, showing you his phone. it was a picture of you two together on your very first date.

“aw, look at us! that’s our first date, yeah? we were so cute.” you gushed. “is that the time we watched wonder? you cried your ass off at the end.”

“rightfully so. he made friends, and for the first time everyone accepted him.” peter said as he teared up.

“are we really doing this right now?” you sighed.

“he got a standing ovation.” he wiped a tear away and sniffled, clearing his throat when he noticed you trying to suppress your laughter.

“hey, do you remember our first kiss?”

“how could i forget it?” you shrugged. “it was so, uh…”

“sloppy.” you spoke.

“perfect.” peter said at the same time.

“wait, what? did you just say sloppy?” peter gasped.

“well, yes? you have to admit, it wasn’t our best.”

“i can’t believe this. after all this time, i’m just now hearing about this? i’m- i’m heartbroken, honestly.” he slapped his hands over his heart dramatically, flopping onto your shared bed.

“oh come on peter,” you giggled. “we were playing seven minutes in heaven. that’s like the shittiest way to have your first kiss.”

“i beg to differ. i think it was quite romantic, actually. we were so close, wrapped in each others warmth.”

“that’s my main point. we were cramped up in a small wardrobe. our breaths were turning it into a sauna. hot, sweaty, and steamy.”

“but it was comforting, right?”

“wrong.”

“it was so intimate. our bodies were literally pressed together.”

“yes, due to the lack of space. we couldn’t even breathe without our chests touching each others, which gave my boobs a great deal of discomfort by the way.”

“but i swear i heard angels singing. no wonder it’s called seven minutes in heaven.”

“those weren’t angels, that was me wheezing for air. we were suffocating, peter. i think we were trying to steal air from each others mouths when we kissed.” you laughed.

“i think you’re lying.” peter smirked.

“and i think you’re in denial. we’ve had better kisses and you know it.”

“that’s it. you’re on a kiss ban until you admit you liked our first kiss.” peter declared, sauntering off into the kitchen.

“what? you can’t do that!” you exclaimed, following him shortly after he left.

“can too! let’s see how long you can last before you break and tell the truth.”

“this is ridiculous. you think you can stop me from-“ you tried to steal a kiss swiftly, but his lightning quick reflexes had you kissing a cereal box.

“banned!” he shouted, fleeing to the bedroom.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

from morning to night, you’d been livid. you woke up to a sticky note on your forehead, a note scribbled in peters messy handwriting: sorry, had to leave early to be new yorks hero this morning. you missed out on your goodbye kiss since you wanted to be a naughty little liar last night <3

jerk.

you’d been waiting for him all day to get home, ready to chew him out for dragging this situation into the next day. it was funny at first, but now he had taken it too far. those morning kisses meant a lot to you. even when you were taken over by sleep, you were still aware of when he left a quick kiss to your forehead or cheek.

peter never really knew if you even felt the kisses or not, but he still did it anyway. it was the sweetest thing ever, and he took that away from you.

as he crept into the bedroom window, you entered the room at the same time, just finishing your skincare routine in the bathroom. you gasped upon seeing him and darted towards your bed, grabbing multiple pillows to throw at him.

“hey cutie, i’m back- hey!” he effortlessly dodged a pillow. “what the hell?”

“jerk! what kind of boyfriend deprives his girl of her morning kisses?” you threw another pillow at him, which he caught.

“i told you, you were on ban, but-“ you threw another pillow, hitting him right in his face. “really?”

“fuck your stupid ban! you took it too far. you’re so childish!” you fussed, tossing two pillows at him.

“says the one sending pillows flying all over the room. also, i never realized how many pillows we had.” he ripped his mask off and tossed it elsewhere.

peter gave you a sympathetic smile when he saw you doing that cute little “i’m upset but i want your attention” pout. “alright honey,” he walked over to you, engulfing you in his arms. “i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t know how much those morning kisses meant to you, and i didn’t really mean to drag this ban on for so long. so from this moment on, the kissing ban has officially been lifted. you are free to kiss. am i forgiven?”

“yes,” you pressed a long overdue kiss to his lips, humming when he ran a soothing hand over your back. “but never do that again. and don’t you ever leave me without my morning kiss again. you hear me?” you squinted at him, & he nodded.

“yes ma’am. and hey, was our first kiss really that bad?”

“i was wheezing for air. let that sink in.”

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[p0rk-guts]

YAAAAALL IT'S ANGEL DUST!!!!! bro I'm so exited to tell u about him hehehehe he might be my fav redesign of the bunch idk

Comparison & rant!⬇️ + A bug/spider cw. I put reference images in there!

Ok guys can I be honest with you. I think. Pilot and pre-pilot Angel were peak 😔 I'M SORRY I'M BREAKING MY SILENCE

Like whaaat... WHAAAT.... I'm sorry he served here he had the BEST design idc idc you can't change my mind. These were NOT bad designs. I've got a slight preference to his oldest design but even then the pilot design was great to me.

THIS however...

OooOOOH MY GODDDDD THEY NEUTERED HIM!!?! NO tits, three measly ugly stripes on an uglier coat, LONG GLOVES THAT ARE MISMATCHED??? ONE OF THEM HAS THESE WEIRD... WHITE FLAPS?? WHO— WHAT. WHY. AND THEY GO OVER HIS LONG SLEEVES 😭😭😭

I'm sorry but Angel will always be the most egregious case of character assassination in this show, design and character wise. He sucks now and I used to love him.

Okay enough crying let's get serious.

So yeah show Angel sucks. Removing his chunky gloves removed a lot of the fun shape in his silhouette so now he's just a gangly twink. Very little visual interest. Also hate hate hate how his new mismatched gloves are pulled over his long sleeve coat. So dumb. Hate it.

Also explain to me how he's gradually gotten less tits but has simultaneously become more femboy-ified..... So many people immediately mistake him for a girl.......

They also mistake him for. Literally anything but a spider. Once again Viv can't code or theme characters for shit. I also don't like how his face changed... I can't describe it but It's so much less appealing and charming. Something in the eyes and his little cheek bump. Idk. Really hate show Angel props to the animators for making him watchable with his bold animation ts was real nice

Okay onto my Angel! He's now a goldenrod crab spider now! Thank you @/cryptablog for this idea!! (Not tagging them bc they hate the hellaverse with a burning passion lol 💀) They can be white with pinkish markings like our og Angel but most of them are tinted yellow or completely yellow!

I decided to make him most similar to that mid ground mix of yellow and white with pink-er markings. 1 because I kept lust pink and I feel like that'd be a prominent sin of his (+ purple is in here a lot bc I feel like he'd also be pride aligned! Purple is now the pride color :3) and 2 because the yellow tone in his fur is kinda meant to connect him to Husk in a way... Cuz that's kinda his main color... Idk maybe I'm onto nothing with that one BUT his primary color is purple and Husk's primary color is yellow(ish)! Complimentary boyfriend's!!! Are you seeing my vision!!!!! (Also on a lesser note his colors look more similar to my fav version of Angel aka his design from the pre-pilot ref sheet I showed)

Another idea you can thank Cryptamen for is him being partially translucent in places just like real goldenrods!!!! The idea behind that was because he was in the mafia in life and he had to be really stealthy at times so now in certain environments he's harder to see... Maybe he can even turn fully invisible for a bit... There's also possible character reasons to consider tying in there as well... Ough very cool idea 10/10

Gave him 4 legs and 4 arms + the big abdomen to really make him scream spider bc yes spider boys can be hot and no Viv was not willing to CAPITALIZE on that 😒 Also lengthened his fangs... Also moved his eyes to his forehead to make them more prominent and hopefullyyyy seem more like eyes. Idk. And now he's got pointy little pedipalps as well!!!

Gave him his boobs back bc he deserves them and just generally gave his body more shape (though the second set of legs definitely helps lol). Slightly de-twinked... But not by much...

Once again looked up some common hairstyles at the time and people loooved their hairspray and curls, or swoops, or waves— they were gettin funky with it. Hard to emulate that on his nonhuman skull so I took some artistic liberties applying ideas from common styles onto him.

Didn't do much research at awl for his clothes... I mean... He's not wearing much to begin with... I kept the long gloves bc I thought they had potential to look cute and I have him rolled cuffs on short sleeves. Wanted to keep the style simple but otherwise I would've drawn button clasps keeping them in place. No notes on the thigh high heels so I kept them. Everything else is just kindaaaa whateverrrr EXCEPT THE NECKLACE. Though it was hella funny and fitting

And that's awl folks.... Do u like him do u fuck with him.... Let me knowwww....... Okay byeeee ✌🏾🧍🏾‍♀️

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Don't get excited. This is short, yes. But will the rest of the shit I write continue to be short? Idk. Don't hold your breath. I don't need your death on my conscience.

C/W ::: Photographer!Hanma (again) x F.reader, 18+ beyond the SFW stuff.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE AND THANKS

📷 Hanma HC's 🎥

SFW

🎬 Hanma loves to sneak around and take candid photos/videos of you. He likes to catch the moments when you think no one else is looking. 

🎬 Although, the amount of times you've caught the little shit tailing you has exceeded the number of fingers and toes you have. But you low-key love that he thinks you're interesting enough to study.

🎬 He has a special room that NO ONE knows about where he develops his pictures.

🎬 They're not ALL of you, either. He will photograph anything that catches his eye.

🎬 He takes pictures of cats, too, sometimes. And he'll punch anyone that makes fun of him for doing it.

🎬 He loves to film you doing normal day-to-day things, like cooking or reading or cleaning. (Showering, too.)

🎬 He has a photo of the two of you kissing on his wall of his developing studio. It's his favorite, and he never tires of looking at it.

NSFW

🎬 He has a picture of the first time his dick slid into your cunt in his wallet.

🎬 No ... You didn't know he took it. But you found it one day when he told you you could get some money for lunch. (Initially you freaked out but then you recognized it as yours and you never told him you found it. Though the cheeky grin on your face kind of gave it away that you saw it.)

🎬 You've caught him taking pictures of your boobs while you're sleeping sometimes.

🎬 He once hid a camera in your closet so he could see what you were like when you thought he wasn't around. But he didn't hide it very well.

🎬 He's tried filming the two of you having sex. It didn't work out the first few times because he was so excited to be doing it that he forgot to actually do it. But he eventually got the hang of it and now he's got a whole collection of porn with you two.

🎬 He loves to take pictures of your ass. And he loves it when you pose for him.

🎬 You caught him filming your vagina while he ate you out. And you were so nervous at first that you couldn’t relax. So you told him to turn it off. Did he? Of course not. He saw it aside and continued to eat you out until you came. When he showed you the video later, it turned on so much that you begged him to do it again sometime (soon).

🎬 He loves to film you masturbating.

🎬 He has a picture of your boobs on his phone that he looks at when he's jacking off.

🎬 He once bought you a sexy outfit that he would only let you have if you modeled it for him – and he got to take pictures of you in it.

🎬 He's even taken pictures of you asleep. He said he just liked the way you looked, but you were suspicious that he had other motives.

🎬 He's filmed you using toys. His favorite (and yours) are the clit sucker's. He loves how puffy your cute clit gets when you use it.

🎬 He's also filmed you using dildos, and he loves to tease you about how small they are compared to his dick.

🎬 Which makes him beam with pride, knowing you can take his (and only his) cock.

🎬 He's also tried recording you using your vibrator but he starts to feel a little jealous when he sees you deriving pleasure from something other than him.

 🎬 Why? Because. He's Hanma.

@katkusuo @trevengersprincess @kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @darkstarlight82 @arlerts-angel @southside-otaku @bakubunny (hey, bunny, I tried tagging your other account and it wouldn't come up - in the future I will try that one first, if you prefer. lmk!)

[gavires]

HI!! can you do a jude size kink smut. 🫶🏼

hi thanks for requesting <3

jude loved your tiny frame, he loved having your smaller body pressed onto his, helping you reach a higher shelf after having to ask him with pleading eyes for help. but he also loved manhandling you, throwing you around in every position he liked best, “aren’t you the prettiest fuck doll, baby? all for me” he knew you’d take everything he gave you even if you struggled to, just like now.

jude was sitting on your king sized bed, his back leaning on the headboard and you on his lap. “do you think you can ride me angel?” it was more of a rhetorical question, knowing it would push your buttons and make you try, just to show him that you could take him with no help. “of course i can…” you almost whispered as you put your hands on his shoulders for support and started sinking on his cock slowly; no matter how many times you fucked, you still couldn’t get used to his size. “take it slow baby” jude kissed your temple sweetly, guiding you with his hands on your hips, stroking your sides with his thumbs in order to soothe you.

by the time you bottom out your legs are already trembling and jude can’t wait for the moment you’ll look up at him with teary eyes begging for him to take the lead. you started moving painfully slowly, raising your hips with difficulty, you kept your head low, not wanting to meet jude’s eyes as you knew he had a smudge smirk plastered on his face. after a few tries from you, jude grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him: “do you need help princess?” you nodded your head vigorously and jude immediately started pushing up into you as sweet chants of his name started leaving your lips. The sight in front of him made him weak: your fucked out face, your boobs bouncing with each deep trust of his dick, watching the way he disappeared in you. he put his hand on your stomach, rubbing over the swell of his cock inside you “fuck baby you’re so small, can you feel it?” you just nodded frantically not even hearing exactly what your boyfriend told you, your mind completely filled with the delicious feeling of being stretched out. jude grabbed your chin “i need words slut”, “yes jude yes, please” tears were threatening to spill as his trusts became sloppy and imprecise, his cock kissing your cervix with every movement. “good, gonna make you so full of me, angel”

[hwavv]

MONEY

tags : sugar mommy! seonghwa, sugar daddy! hongjoong, fem reader, pussy eating, reader is called darling, chocking, kissing, etc

you let hongjoong and seonghwa led you though the mansion “isn’t it pretty darling” seonghwa your sugar mommy said “yes it is mommy…” yall started walking towards the big ball room, hearing music and people talking “now darling when we go in here we better not see you talking to anybody okay?” hongjoong said as seonghwa was fixing your skirt that was going up your thighs “y-yes I understand daddy..” you said as you were stuttering “good girl..” hongjoong said as he grabbed yours and seonghwa hand and started walking into the ball room.

as yall walked into the ball room hongjoong and seonghwa walked away from you into the crowd you was to nervous to move so you backed up to the wall and just started looking around and then a random man came up beside you “hey” he said “w-who are you?” you said confused as why he came up to you “my name is hyunjin” he looked at still confused on why he was talking to you “my name is y/n..” but right when you said that hongjoong and seonghwa came up behind you “walk off she is ours” hongjoong said as he put his hand on her waist, seonghwa gave hyunjin a mad look hyunjin got the sign and walked off “now darling what did we tell you..” seonghwa said as he grabs her face to make her look at him “n-no one..” you said, hongjoong gets close to her ear and whispers “since you didn’t listen it’s time for your punishment” hongjoong said, you was scared begging for them not to give you a punishment “please no…” you said “it’s to late darling” seonghwa said as he grabbed your wrist and starred walking to y’all’s room.

once y’all got in there hongjoong pushed you into the bed while seonghwa grabbed a rope to tie your arms to the bed “you look so gorgeous darling..” seonghwa said as he rubbed her thigh, hongjoong started spreading your legs and slowly started to rub your pussy through your underwear “d-daddy please don’t tease me can’t handle it..” you said as you moaned “this is a punishment darling not a reward..” hongjoong said, seonghwa started kissing your neck gently making you gasped in shocked “god why couldn’t you have just listened..” seonghwa said in a deep voice “sorry mommy I didn’t mean too…” you said, hongjoong started slowly taking off your skirt and your underwear “look at this sweet wet pussy, you like this don’t you darling?” hongjoong said as he slowly started to rub your clit “please daddy need more please…” you said as he smacked your pussy in  response “I told you this is a punishment now deal with it” hongjoong said, seonghwa started talking off your shirt and your bra “your boobs are perfect my angel..” seonghwa said as he started sucking on you nipple, you was feeling so much pleasure at once you was about to go insane, hongjoong and seonghwa switch places.

seonghwa got on the bed on his stomach grabbing your thighs to pull you closer to his face “don’t move darling just take it..” seonghwa says as he slowly starts to lick your clit and slowly starts to push two fingers inside of you, “fuck mommy!~” you said feeling like you’re going insane from all the pleasure, he starts to go faster with his tongue and his fingers you could tell you was about to have a orgasm, until seonghwa pulled his fingers out of you and stopped eating you out “m-mommy why did you stop…” you said feeling like he was about to cry “this is a punishment darling…”seonghwa said as he started to stand up unhooking his belt “but know I get to use you…” seonghwa said as he took off his pants and his underwear, his dick was perfect 8 inches, curvy and thick, “wow look at that y/n mommy has a perfect dick doesn’t she” hongjoong said as he started kissing your boobs “yes he dose..” you said.

before you could even say anything else seonghwa slowly started to push into you “god your are so fucking tight darling…” seonghwa says, seonghwa finally pushes all the way in giving you time to adjust to his dick, he slowly starts to move in and out of you “fuck mommy…” you said, seonghwa starts thrusting into you harder and faster making you scream in pleasure he was going at a fast rhythm not stopping at all hitting all the right spots inside you “m-mommy I think I am about to c-“ before you could even finish you sentence you squirted everywhere while seonghwa cum into, “good girl you squirted for me…” seonghwa said, you can’t even respond your body is tired, hongjoong came up behind you “it’s my turn now slut..” hongjoong said as he licked your neck and started giving you a hickey, seonghwa started to move over to the side of the bed laying beside and started rubbing her belly “you can take it love I know you can, I promise you will be okay..”seonghwa says, he was still tired your wrist starting to hurt from being tied up still you knew hongjoong was more rough then seonghwa you didn’t know if you was gonna to be able to take it.

hongjoong got in between your legs, while taking his belt off his pants and his underwear, his dick was a little bit bigger then seonghwa’s his was 9 inches and more thicker then his, seonghwa still rubbing her stomach whispering in your ear that you’ll be okay, hongjoong slowly pushes into you “god you are still so tight even after your mommy fucked you..” hongjoong said, he starts to move a little bit putting his hand around you neck choking you a little bit while he thrust into you making you moan and cry in pleasure, his dick hitting your g spot each time he pushes into you, “daddy I-“ before you can even say anything else hongjoong wraps his hand around your neck and and squeezes tightly in thrust into as hard and as fast as he can, your body hits a orgasm wet liquid coming out of you so fast while hongjoong cums in you, “good girl..” hongjoong says as he pulls out laying on the bed with you and seonghwa, “we need to take a shower..” seonghwa says, “come on love we need to get you clean up..” hongjoong says trying to get you up “how much am I getting for this..” you say “1,000 how dose that sound to you..” seonghwa says “thats perfect..” you say finally getting up.



[whiteteadreams]

Watching Over You

Paring: Yandere!Gaurdian Angel!Lee Taeyong x Human!Female Reader

Preview: Turning your head to question his silence, his expression could only be described as fucking appalled. “What’s the matter?” His expression was even more flabbergasted if that could be possible. 

“What’s the matter? Darling, only a fucking fool would break up with you.” You felt hot despite the cold air, even your ears were warm. The heat didn’t stop even when his freezing hands were now cupping your cheeks. He smashed his lips into yours, ignoring the pain shooting through his nose when it pressed into your cheek a bit too roughly.

Word Count: 13.3k 

Genre: Yandere, darker theme, Non-Idol AU, kinda paranormal AU, angst, fluff, smut

Warnings: Yandere/obsessive behavior, manipulation, taeyong using her trauma against her, sexual non-con watching (extremely easy to miss!!), violence, slight religious themes, summoning the devil, overall abusive and toxic relationship, she has a cat named ferguson 

Smut Warnings: body worship (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), boob worship, praise, pet names (baby, etc), rimming (f receiving), slight ass eating (f receiving), unprotected sex (let's not), one night stand, kitchen sex, living room sex, he slaps her once, riding, slight humiliation, finger sucking, he calls her his bitch, slut, messy, etc. fingering her ass 

a/n- this is my first yandere/dark fic so I hope you guys like it! and this is purely fiction, I don't see taeyong as someone who would truly act like this. AND BIG THANK YOU TO MY TUMBLR BESTIE @neowinestainedress FOR HELPING ME COME UP WITH THE ENDING!!!!!!!! I'm also so sorry abt this taking forever, I got sick and then schoolwork piled up and it was all just a mess. I hope this was worth the wait and if it isn't, I'm so sorry. again, thank you rebs for supporting me thru this lol.

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Moving on was harder than you thought it would be. When you were younger and as single as possible, you always thought that when a serious relationship ended, it wouldn’t be too hard, for you at least. Younger you was very wrong, because here you were, a whopping seven months after your relationship had ending, still sulking.

“Get your ass out of your apartment right now.” The screaming voice caused you to pull your phone away from your ear as you winced. “Come on Chae, it’s comfortable here. Nice and cold, with Ferguson.” When hearing his name, the chubby cat waddled over to your sitting figure on the floor and flopped down.  “See, Fergie-Boy wouldn’t ever leave me, he came over to me when he heard him name.” You pulled away from the phone to coo at the cat. “You’re my baby aren’t you, my little boy, my son.”

The baby talk was interrupted when you heard Chaeyoung’s cackling. “Okay, you really need to get out of the house that isn’t because of uni or work.”  You heard the sign that Chaeyoung let out through the phone, and it made you wonder if she was right. Should you get out, in that way? Meet someone? Move on?

You wouldn’t have realized that you said that last part out loud if Chaeyoung didn’t yell out, “Yes Y/n, move on, get over him. You deserve better, don’t give him any more of your tears, he isn’t worthy.” You knew she was right, but of course, you were still hesitant. “Okay Chae, let’s go out.” Finally giving in, you gave Ferguson another pat and then got up from your spot.

“That’s great Y/n! Now let me in.” You had already hung up the phone, Chaeyoung’s voice wasn’t coming from the phone this time, but behind the door. “I know you can hear me, open up!” Deciding that it wasn’t worth it to fight her on this, you huffed and silently walked to the door to let in Chae, with Ferguson right on your heels.

Opening the door, you saw the newly blonde smile wide at you and throw her hands in the air. “We’re gonna go out! It’s been so long!” Slightly rolling your eyes in a loving way, you allowed her to drag you to your bedroom to start the process of getting ready. “Okay, the goal is to get your sexy ass laid, so that’s what’s going to happen!”  That wasn’t your goal, but you noticed that Chae was already having fun and you weren’t going to be the one to ruin it.  

“Okay babe, I already have the dress and shoes that you’re going to wear tonight.” You just noticed the tote bag that was swung around Chae’s shoulder and with the grin on her face, you couldn’t tell her no.

Letting Chaeyoung push you into your own room, you watched her look through your makeup and jewelry while she told you to put on the dress. You did what you were told and with minimal tugging at the fabric, you let the short dress hug your curves. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you admittedly looked good, well your hair needed to be brushed and your eye bags covered, but other than that, it wasn’t obvious that you hadn’t left your house for fun in months.

“Alright, sit-down hot stuff, let me fix you up.” Talking about random things and listening to music, you watched the time pass on your digital alarm clock as you felt Chae tickle your face with various brushes, adding on pigment to different parts of your skin. Cheeks, eyelids, and finally lips, you and Chae were finished, and it was now late enough to head out. You slipped on your heels and headed to your front door.

“Wait-wait-wait!” Chae jogged to you after you passed your bedroom door. Spinning on your heels, trying not to fall, you were just ready to go and get the night over with. “I brought you some of my crystals, they’ll help you manifest love.” She wiggled her eyebrows along with her hips and took out a small drawstring bag from her tote bag.

“Alright, we got some green aventurine, malachite, sunstone, carnelian, emerald, clear quartz, smoky quartz, and of course, rose quartz. So, you’re gonna keep these on you for the night and hopefully some lucky guy will appear.” She tied the bag shut and pushed it your way.

“You and your witchy stuff, I swear. Where am I even supposed to put those?” Your freshly shaped eyebrow rose, patting along your pocketless dress.

“Put it between your tits, that’s where I keep mine.” Chaeyoung pulled at the hem of her dress, flashing her rock hilled cleavage at you. Both of you laughed, but Chae wasn’t laughing at the rocks, she was serious about those. Chae stepped closer to you, inspecting your chest.

“Alright, pull them apart sister, gotta get you some love.” Instead of letting her situate her crystals, you just took them and put them between your breasts yourself.

Sharing a laugh with Chaeyoung as the two of you walked to elevator, you were thankful that she was there to take your mind off of your ex. Chae was always able to keep the conversation moving, never running out of topics to talk about. She had just switched the subject to one of her witchy things, this was something that you knew nothing about so while she was ranting on how she figured out to summon the devil, you ordered an Uber for the two of you. You didn’t want to drive downtown, and Chae was probably going to drink so she shouldn’t drive at all.

Chaeyoung was looking at you when you looked up from your phone. “Can you repeat that last part? I was ordering our Uber.” She understood and repeated on how to summon the devil and why you would ever need to.

“Normally people only speak to him when someone who is holy is bothering them, like an angel or such. Other reasons include trading or selling your soul, getting rid of people, and some people just want to have sex with a demon, I don’t know how I feel about that one though.” You didn’t care much about what she was saying but you did care about how happy she was when she was interested in something, in this case, she was interested in knowing how to summon Satan himself.

Giggling at her rant, you just listened to her talk until the Uber arrived and then you listened to her talk some more in the car and until you pulled up to the club.

“Alright ladies, your total is $7.12.” You paid the man and gathered your purse and jacket. “Have fun, be careful, and watch who you summon!” He called out as you and Chae left the car, you threw your head back and laughed, realizing that he too had been listening to Chaeyoung’s demon summoning rant. Her shy side shone through for a quick second when she blushed and ducked her head down, hiding the color on her warm cheeks.

You smiled at her, watching the color leave her cheeks when the embarrassment wore off. “Well at he knows how to get some extra help if its ever needed.” You teased her, poking her arm, reminding her that he had heard the entire conversation. “Fuck off.” She giggled and pushed you a bit. “Well, at least he was nice.”

He had dropped you off in front of the restaurant next to the club so you a minute walk to get to the entrance, it was still early enough where the line only consisted of a couple people. The back of the line was where the two of you stood for a bit, until someone walked out of the club, and another could walk in. Chae picked up where she left off on her summoning talk, gaining some stares from other people in the line, as well as people just passing by. Once Chaeyoung found something that she was passionate about, she made sure that everyone knew. And if she caught someone side eyeing her for a bit too long, she would just respond with, “You’re gonna need it when I curse your ass.”

While Chaeyoung was telling someone off, the bouncer motioned for you to step forward and show your IDs. “C’mon Chae, time to go in.” Immediately dropping the argument, she was about to get in, she whipped out her ID, showed the bouncer, and walked into the club, with you reluctantly trailing behind her, despair evident on your face.

Taking your hand and dragging you to the bar, Chaeyoung was scoping out the people in the club, the ones dancing, drinking, and the wallflowers. She was making mental notes on who she was going to take home tonight. The watching didn’t stop when you got your drinks, she just sipped on her lemon drop martini while eye fucking one guy in particular. He was returning her stares and soon enough he was sauntering over to the bar where the two of you were.

They did what hot people do and started a conversation, one that showed they were interested in each other but still vague enough to not give anything away. It’s been a while since you had one of those conversations. Sitting on the couch and eating popcorn with Ferguson wasn’t getting you anywhere in life and while you understood where Chaeyoung was coming from, there was no where you’d rather be than at home, sitting on the couch and eating popcorn with Ferguson.

“And for you?” There was a slight pause before the voice started again. “Miss?” Once you’re out of focused mind, understood that it was you, the voice was directed at, you whipped your head around.

While you had been taking in your surroundings and watching Chaeyoung interact with the man, the bartender had been trying to get your attention. “Ah yes, and I suppose I should order something. I’ll just have a mojito, with lime, please and thank you.” You smiled at him, noticing just how attractive he was, thick black hair, deep eyes, a sharp jaw, and a thick bottom lip. Maybe just sitting at the bar all night while Chaeyoung mingled wouldn’t be too bad.

When your drink was placed in front of you, Chaeyoung turned your seat around. “I’m gonna go dance with him, but feel free to interrupt me at any point if you need anything.” She said it in such a serious tone and pointed in the area that you assumed they were going to be. Looking back at the bartender who now had his broad back towards you, you nodded at Chae and told her to have fun.

As soon as she walked away, you could tell tonight was going to be a long night. “Is there anything wrong with the drink?” The bartender returned to what you wanted to be his designated spot, right in front of you. You shook your head, “No, it’s quite good, and I’m not much of a drinker.” You smiled at him, an odd sense of familiarity washing over you. Positive that you had never met this man before, you still couldn’t help but be confused by the feeling he brought you.

“Ah, I was worried you didn’t like it since I haven’t seen you drink much.” He’s been watching you, that’s a good sign. “No, no, it’s really good, I’ve just been people watching.” He smiled at you and that caused you to smile back.

The conversation you two had could easily fall into the category in which you put Chaeyoung’s conversation in, the kind hot people have. You made sure he knew you were interested, but you gave him no major details about your work or personal life. The two of you didn’t even exchange names but you were confident in receiving the answer you wanted with you next question.

“Would you, maybe, want to get out of here.” You didn’t realize you were leaning over the bar until he did the same, and your noses brushed. “I would absolutely love to, but I’m unfortunately working. How about we exchange numbers and I give you a call when my shift is over? It shouldn’t be too long.” You didn’t want to pull away from his face, loving the feel of his breath mixing with yours, you looked at him and exchanged smiles. But you wanted to hurry up and get out of the club, not without getting his number though. Reaching into your purse, you grabbed your phone, eager to get any piece of him, even if it was just a handful of digits.

Watching his diligent fingers type in his phone number into the new contact he made himself, you were already excited to receive the call from him. And, quite frankly, you’d settle for a text from him that just said, “r u up”, although you could assume he wasn’t that type of guy. Surely, he’d request a booty call in your voicemail inbox. You noticed him pulling his phone out from somewhere under the bar and placing it in front of you, unlocked.

Noticing that you were putting in your number very carefully and reading over the number several times before giving him his phone back, you scolded yourself for being so desperate. You then heard Chaeyoung’s voice, somewhere far in your head, “you deserve to be thirsty girl, go get his dick. This is what we’ve been manifesting, don’t let it go to waste!” Smiling at the faint illusion, you looked back at the bartender, waiting for him to say something next.

“I hope you assumed that I wasn’t going to charge you for the drink, so is there anything else you want?” His eyes told you that no matter what, he wasn’t going to let you pay, and you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter around. “The only thing I want right now, is you.” Even with the glaring LEDs in the club, you could tell you made him blush. He bit his lip and looked down, all while slightly shaking his head. You mentally patted yourself on the back, proud of his flustered reaction. All of a sudden, you were proud of yourself for paying attention to all of Chaeyoung’s flirting advice and sitting through all of the romance movies with her.

“I’ll be right back; I’m going to go tell my boss that I’m feeling sick. You find your friend and tell her that you’ll be leaving so she doesn’t worry. I’ll meet you at the door.” Smiling at the fact that you wouldn’t even have to wait for him to get off shift, you nodded at him and watched him back away and tell the other bartender that he wasn’t feeling well. You turned around and searched for Chae, who stayed true to her word and was where she said she would be.

“Hey Chae, I’m going to head out, I’ve had enough for the night.” You yelled over the loud music, trying to let your friend know that you weren’t just disappearing. “Okay, let me get my purse and then we can go!” Once you heard the words that came out of Chaeyoung’s mouth you started shaking your head. “No, I’ll be okay, I’m going with the hot bartender, you keep having fun!” You nodded your head back towards the bar and then towards the man right next to Chae, who was patiently letting you guys finish your conversation. Although he looked sick, Chaeyoung seemed to be into him. Her face made everything even better, the surprise was evident but so was impressed look. Without giving a verbal answer you just smiled at her and nodded, happy to see her having a good time and happy that you wouldn’t spend the night alone.  

You looked up from Chae and swallowed, if the music wasn’t blasting, surely, you’d be able to hear it. Your throat contracting out of nervousness, the club had attracted a crowd since you arrived, and it caused the path to the door to disappear. Yelling your final goodbyes at Chae and glaring at the man she was dancing with in warning, you mapped out your escape plan.

As soon as the couple closest to you slid to the side a bit, you squeezed through. You felt the sweat of the other dancing bodies land on your skin, you shivered in disgust, wishing you were just at the door, with him. “Wanna dance, baby?”

Looking over to your left you saw a man, one who was not attractive to say the least, and the way he was sitting wasn’t tasteful at all, a way that some men could pull off but not all, manspreading. Your face couldn’t hide your distaste and the man didn’t seem too fond of that. “I’m okay, thank you though.” Continuing your journey to the door, you felt his hand latch onto your arm, refusing to let you go.

“But I want to dance, so you’re going to let me.” His grip tightened and you winced. “Ow, let go, you’re hurting me.” He just sneered and pulled you to his chest, starting to thrust against your ass.

The man’s breath was right against your neck, until it wasn’t. “The fuck is wrong with you, man? Touching my girlfriend even after she told you to stop.” You weren’t someone’s girlfriend, that was the reason why Chaeyoung made you come out tonight in the first place.

With the quick decision to trust the mystery man over the man who touched you, you moved over to where you heard the voice, shielding yourself from the other man.  

The mystery man didn’t stay a mystery for long, you noticed that he was the bartender. You suddenly felt safer than you were just being behind him, now knowing who he was. He didn’t seem interested in starting a physical fight like the other man was. He just threw a couple names at him and started walking out of the club. You felt his hand hover above the small of you back, not wanting to touch you without your permission after what had just happened.

While you were afraid of pushing people out of the way, he wasn’t. With him helping you out of the club, he made sure not a single person touched you, you knew how hard it was the moment you did try so you were curious about how easy it was for him. He was behind you, so you saw people move before you were even close to them. One guy in particular’s eyes widened and nodded his head at the bartender.

Since he was able to get people to move immediately, exiting the club was much easier than from before. You could hear the other man’s yells over the booming music but the only thing you were focused on was getting outside, away from all the people, and away from all the body heat.

“We’re close, calm your breathing, it’s really heavy.” You hadn’t realized that you were all but panting, stressed and uncomfortable, feeling trapped, except the man behind you. You felt safe with him, he was oddly protective over you, but it was nice, something you had never experienced.

You gasped in the fresh air once the cool evening air ingulfed your warm body. Laughing at the absurdity of it all, you smiled over at the bartender who now was out with you, and you could see him clearly now. The entire situation wasn’t that absurd, but with how far outside your comfort zone you were right now, it was insane for you. The bartender just watched you laugh to yourself with a smile on his face. “Ah, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s so funny?”

Starting to walk in the direction of your apartment, you started to explain, without giving too much, still trying to achieve the hot people talk. “I just don’t do this too much, let alone go home with someone.” It was his turn to laugh now and that made you look at him, a bit funny too. “That’s pretty hard to believe, you have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.”

Raising your eyebrows at him in surprise, you giggled at him mimicking your facial expression. “What’s surprising about my amazing taste in women?” You bumped him with your side, you voice now significantly quieter than it had been. “I’ve just, never been told that by anyone in my life. The only people who called me pretty, were my parents.” He tsked at your confession like it was the craziest thing he’s ever heard.

“Did you not have an ex-partner or anything?” Not sure what he was implying, you started off with nodding. “Yeah, I’ve had a boyfriend. We were together for a really long time, since high school actually. He broke up with me seven months ago, this the first time out of the house for something ‘fun’ to be honest.”

Turning your head to question his silence, his expression could only be described as fucking appalled. “What’s the matter?” His expression was even more flabbergasted if that could be possible. 

“What’s the matter? Darling, only a fucking fool would break up with you.” You felt hot despite the cold air, even your ears were warm. The heat didn’t stop even when his freezing hands were now cupping your cheeks. He smashed his lips into yours, ignoring the pain shooting through his nose when it pressed into your cheek a bit too roughly.

“He made it seem like it was my fault.” So overwhelmed by the unexpected emotion from the kiss, you sniffled. “It wasn’t.” Before you could ask how he knew, he cut you off. “I just know.” Looking at him through teary eyes, you whined without really saying anything. “He already took too much of your time, let’s stop thinking about him and I’ll do my best to help you forget him.”

“I still don’t even know your name.” Watching his fingers caress your knuckles, you realized that you were still calling him ‘the bartender’. “Taeyong. My name is Taeyong.” Pretty name for a pretty man. You gave him your name in return and loved the way to said it, he whispered it, almost like if your name was said too loud, it would break. That’s the same way he held you too, like you were a piece of fragile glass. But more importantly, he held you like you were his, and you were more than willing to be just that.

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Taeyong straddled you, his thighs trapping you underneath him, he stared down at your bare body. Bare for him, while he was clothed except for the unbuttoned shirt, showing you, his tattoos. “You don’t understand how long I’ve waited to have you.”

His confession caused your brows to furrow, confused by what he meant. Before you could even truly think to ask, you felt his nose drag between your breasts, breathing you in, and descending down your body. He mentioned worshipping each and every piece of you, and he fulfilled that promise. Taking his time with moving alone your body, he kissed, licked, and nipped every few seconds, never letting a single inch of skin go bare. You were positive that when you looked into the mirror in the morning, you would see several bruises and marks along your once bare skin.

“You smell and t-taste so fucking good.” He said it like it was too good to be true, like he had been longing for you. “Y-you are just so fucking good.” Taeyong looked up from where he was between your legs, finally at his destination. The thing he’s been obsessing over ever since he met you.

He didn’t run his tongue through your slit like you first expected, you felt something harder, the bridge of his nose. Taeyong loved the smell of you as it was, but the seedy scent of your arousal was something that made his mouth water, and the fact that it was caused by him, made everything better. He wanted to be the only person to ever get you like this and to ever experience you like this. You were his.

Opening his mouth and breathing your scent in, he groaned and jutted his hips against your bed sheets, trying to get some relief for the aching throb he was starting to feel surge through his cock. You saw him roll his hips into your bed and grew jealous of the friction that he was receiving and that you weren’t. Trying to take matters into your own hands, or hips, you tried bucking your pelvis up, closer to his mouth.

All he did was laugh and hold you down. “Be patient, I’ve been wanting to taste you ever since I met you.” You felt the tip of his nose at your hole, once again, he inhaled your smell, seemingly never satisfied with one breath. The foreign feeling was felt out of nowhere, you were trying to distract yourself from bucking your hips into his face again. He finally licked along your slit, teasing you from your cunt to your clit, until his tongue made its way back down to your pussy. He passed your hole and ventured even further down, to your unused rim.

Gasping and arching your back, not used to the feeling, Taeyong laughed. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to leave any part of you untouched.” You laughed with him, enjoying the feeling of being cared for in your chest, as well as the feeling in your lower stomach.

Taeyong’s mouth returned to the place you wanted it the most. “Tae-”, you moaned when he sucked your clit particularly rough. The way he played with you had you unable to sit still, your legs almost involuntarily kicked up at bit, now bent at the knee. With the way your legs were positioned now, and your feet were right by his head, exposing your entire cunt to him.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” With that, his head disappeared between your legs, face pressing hard into your pussy, almost like no matter what, he couldn’t get enough of you.

His tongue flicked through your slit, gathering wetness and playing with it. He played with you, even as you were begging him to just fucking you already, he still enjoyed the taste of you.

It wasn’t until you let out a harsh scream when his teeth grazed your clit, he finally came back up to properly fuck you. With one last kiss to your clit, he kissed his way back up your body. You were panting when you were at last, face to face.

“I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already a mess.” Disbelief was the only thing that was shown on your face. “You haven’t done anything? That’s the most pleasure I’ve experience in more than half a year that wasn’t caused by myself!” As soon as the words left your mouth, embarrassment washed over you, worried that you had shared too much.

“Well, that’s just a shame, a woman like you should have someone bending over backwards to make you feel good. I’m still pissed off from the fact that your douchebag ex left you like that.” You grimaced at the memory of him, not wanting to talk about him, especially now.

“It doesn’t matter now though, because I’m here now.” The tip of his dick prodded at your hole, one, twice, and then Taeyong thrusted inside you. Taeyong groaned above you while you gasped for air, not used to the feeling of being full anymore, but Taeyong filled you perfectly, like he was made for you.

The feeling of his cock dragging against your walls was almost overwhelming. You could feel him in your throat, like you couldn’t breathe in air. You could only breathe him in, you felt like he was everywhere. Feeling caged in, you felt safe. Safe in his arms. You had only known him for less than a few hours, yet you felt as if he knew you, he understood you.

When you looked up at him, he was already watching you. Analyzing your expressions, making sure you were enjoying yourself. You worried however, that he was so focused on you, that he wasn’t having fun either.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer, craving to feel his lips on yours again. You heard Taeyong whine as soon as his lips met yours, and you couldn’t help but make the same sound. “Tae-, I’m close.” Your words were broken up by a moan, now unable to think properly about anything that wasn’t him and the way he was making you feel.

Taeyong grabbed a hold of your right leg and threw it over his shoulder, spreading you open even more and allowing him more access to your pussy. You felt his hips meet yours with every thrust now. His thrusts were getting quicker and uneven, trying to chase his own high while bringing you to yours.

The moment he brought his thumb to your clit, you lost it. You felt your entire body tense up with sweet heat spreading throughout you. With your pussy tightening, Taeyong couldn’t hold back anymore either. He was about to pull out to cum, but as soon as you noticed the full feeling disappearing, you wrapped your legs around his hips to keep his hips pressed against yours. “Cum in me, please Taeyong.”

You could hear the squelch of your pussy now with how fast his hips were hitting yours. “Fuck, I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum.” With a stutter of his hips, you felt his release coat your walls.

Taeyong gently laid on top of you, not pulling out of you just yet. “Oh my god.” You panted out a laugh, in disbelief of how much pleasure you just felt since it had been so long. He smiled down at you and kissed your turned up lips.

He made sure you were cleaned up and satisfied before he held you until you both fell asleep. You were calm and happy for once. But as soon as you woke up, you were no longer calm.

It was several minutes before 6 AM when your eyes opened. At first your instinct was to freak out since you didn’t recognize where you were and the bed you were sleeping in, wasn’t empty. You became aware of the other body on the bed when he rolled over, farther from you. The memories from the night came crashing down on you all at once, affecting every single part of your body. Your heart, head, and the area between your legs. Your breathing sped up, but you knew you needed to leave, it was just a one-night stand, and by the look of him, you weren’t the only girl he’s been with. He was just too perfect.

The sight of your discarded clothes on the floor made you look beneath the blankets, because you weren’t naked. The ratty worn-out army green t-shirt was baggy on you and the boxers you had on were definitely not yours. The thought of him dressing you in his own clothes caused your heart to flutter, but still, that didn’t stop you from scooping up your club clothes in your arms and booking it to the front door. You figured that if you just kept on the old clothes, it would look less like a walk of shame than wearing your skimpy dress, just in case you had a long way to go. Thinking about whether or not this was stealing, you just decided to override your morals and just hope you saw him again someday.

As quietly as you could, you opened the door but gasped when you looked outside into the hallway. His hallway was an exact copy of yours. You looked at the number on the door, wondering if you had gone to your apartment but you saw an E32, which did not match your H19. Clearing the idea of this being your home out of your head, you closed the door and looked at your location using the 3% left of your phone battery.

You were in your own apartment complex.

“Fuck.” Not being able to decide whether you were relived or not, you just ran up the stairs to your floor after getting impatient with the elevator. You were glad that you were already in your own area and didn’t have to worry about finding a way back, but also you were worried about running into him sooner than you expected.

Your lovely H19 appeared into sight and with the panicked panting, you were finally able to have a peaceful exhale. Unlocking your door and slipping in, you were immediately met with Ferguson giving you an earful on being gone. He wasn’t used to you being gone for this long but when you bent down to pet him, he sniffed you and no longer wanted anything to do with you. It hurt to be honest, he was your only friend besides Chaeyoung, most importantly though, he was your sweet precious baby angel.

“Fine Fergie-Boy, you be like that, I’ll go wash away my sins, so you love me again.” And that’s what you did, you treated yourself to an everything shower since you hadn’t partaken in any self-care activity in such a long time. Shaving, plucking, washing, and exfoliating was some of the things you did for the next couple of hours. After drying off, you lathered your body in lotion, sighing at the relief of the cool temperature and smooth texture. Ferguson peeked his head through the crack since the door wasn’t closed. He sniffed the air, presumably smelling you without getting too close. Seemingly happy with the data he gathered, he slipped in the bathroom, but not without opening the door much more than he needed to.

You replaced Taeyong’s clothes with your own and Ferguson was more than happy to rub against the leg of your sweatpants. “Oh, my baby boy, I’m back to smelling like roses, just like what you’re used to.” You picked up the bottle of body mist and allowed Ferguson to smell it. Scent was always important to him, he only liked yours and Chaeyoung’s, no one else’s. He was stingy.

“How about we bake something? I’m thinking some kind of turnover.” Ferguson purred in response, helping you make up your mind.

After pulling the freshly baked pastries out of the oven, you suddenly remembered that you hadn’t gotten your mail for the past couple of days. You pass the mailboxes every time you go downstairs, but you only force yourself to do every couple of days.

Double checking that the oven was turned off and that the turnovers were out of Ferguson’s reach, you grabbed your apartment keys and the key that opened your mailbox.

“I’ll be right back Fergie-Boy.” You yelled over your shoulder at the now uninterested cat. Making sure your apartment was locked, you headed down the hallway towards the elevator. You had forgotten about Taeyong until you saw the E floor button on the panel in the elevator, but you shook him from your mind and just pressed the Lobby button.

Smiling at the man behind the counter, you walked next to said counter where the resident’s mailboxes were. You held the key in your hand and unlocked the little locker type door. Unsurprised was what you were when you looked through the box’s contents, bills, coupons, junk mail, the usual, of course.

“Hey stranger” a familiar voice was heard from your side and you tensed up, not mentally prepared to speak to him again. Taeyong just gave you a shy smile and unlocked his mailbox that was two rows below yours.

“Hey Taeyong, how are you?” He giggled a bit but answered your question. “Well, I’m doing pretty good, had a good night. I just can’t seem to find a shirt and pair of boxers.” He gave you a knowing side eye and raised one of his eyebrows expectantly.

You felt hot, scared that anyone near you would know what was going on, but to your relief when you looked around your surroundings, it was just you and Taeyong, even the complex’s receptionist wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

Laughing off your worry, you looked at Taeyong. “I think I might know where you put them.” His laugh was hearty, like it came from his chest, like he meant it. “Ah, really? You wouldn’t mind showing me where they are, would you?”

The crumpling sound of the mail that was now tightly gripped in your hand was the only thing keeping you down to Earth. But that wasn’t enough for you to tell him no.

“Fuck, Taeyong” your back hit your now closed door. His lips were attached to your neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth, leaving scattered marks. Both of your hands were roaming around his chest, glad to experience this again but with a clear head.

Much to your dismay, Taeyong pulled away from you in confusion and looked down by your feet. The little cock blocker himself was staring up at you. Ferguson was headbutting Taeyong’s ankles, trying to get him off of you. “You have a cat.” Taeyong bent down to give Ferguson some affection but the cat just hissed at him, not having any of it.

“Ferguson, he’s my little Fergie-Boy.” You smiled at them both. Even though you were upset at Ferguson’s distaste for Taeyong, you weren’t surprised at all. “I should’ve guessed, he looks like a Ferguson.” You bent down to both of their levels and put your hand out for Ferguson to rub against, unlike with Taeyong, the chubby cat gladly accepted your love. Even though he was preoccupied with rubbing against your hand, Ferguson kept side eyeing Taeyong.

“I think he wants me to leave.” Taeyong frowned a bit at you, waiting for you to say something. “Yeah, I think that would be for the best. Maybe we can go somewhere together sometime?” You immediately offered, not wanting Taeyong to think you weren’t interested in him after all.  

“I would like that. There’s this little café near here. Would that be something you’d like?” Your smile took over your face and you nodded. “Alright, you have my number, text me whenever you’re free. I really hope you text me.” His lips ghosted over yours and his smile matched your own. “You have my number too, you can text me first, you know?” He pecked your lips after you said that.

“The only reason I’m not going to text you first is because I don’t want you to feel pressured.” It felt like your stomach was doing somersaults. “I’ll text you.” Biting your lip to try to conceal your ever-growing smile, Taeyong brought his thumb up to your face. He pulled your lip from your teeth. “Now if you keep doing that, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave, whether your cat likes it or not.”

His nose brushed against yours, but when you tried to reconnect your lips, he pulled away and stood up.

With his hand on the doorknob, he looked down at where you were on the floor and said, “Remember to text me.” Feeling like your voice was lost somewhere in your throat, you just nodded. Taeyong chuckled lowly and opened your door, stepping out with a wink.

When your door was closed and you could hear his footsteps get quieter, you looked down at Ferguson who was already giving you the stink eye.  

“Why don’t you like him? He’s so nice and not to mention hot.” You scratched him on top of his head, trying to somehow convince him to like Taeyong.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly. You baked a few more things, unnecessary things, but none the less your apartment was smelling like a bakery. You also caught up on laundry and did other household chores, but every now and then Ferguson would demand treats or attention.

As soon as you called it a night and sat on the cough, your bowling ball sized cat jumped on your lap, refusing to let you get comfortable before he did. “Oh how I love it when you remind me that you’re higher up in the hierarchy than I am.” You looked down at Ferguson, lightly blowing on his head, just to get him to look up at you.

“How about we text Taeyong? I know you hate him, but mommy doesn’t so we’re gonna text him.” The cat grumbled when you reached for your phone and immediately going to his contact.

you- hey, i know we just saw each other but i was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow

taeyong- it’s alright, i was just thinking about you so i don’t mind at all, and sure, i’d like that

taeyong- i have to work tomorrow night but i’m free in the morning and afternoon

The both of you agreed at meeting at the café Taeyong mentioned earlier around 11 AM. Although Ferguson wasn’t happy with you at the moment, you couldn’t help but pick him up off your lap and into your arms to give him a little hug.

“This is amazing Ferguson! I’m finally going on a date!” You just couldn’t keep in your excitement; it had been so long since experiencing this feeling and now that you had it back you weren’t just going to let it go.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Hey Taeyong!” You approached his side, excited to sit down with just him in a quiet environment. The smile he gave you caused you to believe that if you died right then, you’d be happy. “I’m so glad you showed up.”

He already had a drink sitting in front of him, but it was still full and piping hot. “Why wouldn’t I?” You racked your brain for any reasons why he would think you wouldn’t show up.

“Well, Ferguson, he doesn’t seem to like me very much and since he’s the number one man in your life, I understand that you would put him first.” Busting out a laugh, you looked at his serious face turn to a much more playfully pleasant one. “Ah, don’t worry about that sour puss, he only likes me and my best friend.”

You were honestly in disbelief with how easy it was to fall into a comfortable conversation with him and much to your displeasure, the day grew later and Taeyong had to get to work.

“I’ve had a really good time with you. Do you think we could see each other again?” This was the first time you ever saw Taeyong act bashful but here he was. This man looking at you with round innocent eyes and a blush so red it was the color of a rose covering his cheeks.

Feeling some foreign sense of power from being the cause of his expression you smirked and said, “I already planned on texting you tonight.” He laughed and leaned in, kissing you on the cheek.

The next few months went along the lines of you two going on similar cute little dates and getting to know each other. He always seemed to understand you, even if you didn’t say much, which you appreciated.

You were helping Taeyong wash dishes after eating over at his place when your arm brushed his and caused you to pause. He immediately thought you were uncomfortable with the proximity and put some distance between the two of you.

“No, no, no. That isn’t it Taeyong. I was just thinking, or I guess wondering about something, about us. What are we?” He didn’t hesitate to eliminate the space he put between you, and he answered immediately.

Now closer to you, he said quietly, “Well, I hope we’re two people who like each other and are close to being a couple.” You smiled at him and responded with, “I’m good with hurrying up and being a couple, if you want.” Taeyong shook his head in approval and pressed you up against the sink, planting his lips to yours.

Turning around, remembering the task you two had, you whispered, “Taeyong, we have dishes to wash.” You felt his head lean on your shoulder. He placed kisses along the bare skin of your neck.

“You are the light of my life. I promise you; I will never cheat on you like that bastard did.”

You never told him that. The only person that knows that would be Chae, and she doesn’t talk to Taeyong unless you’re there. Not sure how to confront him, you just stood still, keeping your back to him. “Well, shit. I guess I gave myself away.” With Taeyong mumbling nonsense, just loud enough for you to hear, you were getting more and more confused. “Wha-what are you talking about Taeyong?”

Instead of responding immediately, he just laughed, a bit sinisterly and walked closer to you. By now you had turned around and was walking backwards in order to keep some distance between you and him. But the distance decreased when your back hit the edge of the kitchen island and Taeyong kept walking towards you. You could smell his breath as it fanned over your face, minty, you once loved it, but now, you weren’t too sure what to think.

“I’ve just been watching you. Watching over you for a very long time. You’re just too special to stay away from.” Taeyong brushed the back of his fingertips on your cheekbones, lightly like a feather, causing you to finch. He laughed at your fear, finally having you cornered.

"I’m your guardian angel, I appear whenever you're in pain, but I just can't stay away from you. I've been here this whole time and you just didn't know it sweetheart." Taeyong smirked at you, but you could tell he was telling the truth even though you were praying he wasn’t. "That's impossible, I met you three months ago!" he snickered and tossed his head back.

"Then how do I know everything about you? From when you were five and scrapped your knee on the playground, when you were eight and learning how to ride a bike, you ran into that tree, or when you were 17 and becoming curious about your body. You bought a toy for yourself-" "No, please no" you were backing away from him, now scared.

"Oh yes, that's what you said that night, until you pushed that little blue toy a bit too deep, you whimpered so sweetly, my love." Taeyong brushed his knuckles along your shoulder blades and smiled gently at you, quite the contrast of what he was saying. "No matter how much or how little pain you were in, I'd always be there. Even after everyone has left you, I always stayed, right by your side."

You were on auto pilot for the rest of the night, only when Taeyong would bring up old memories would you show any reaction. You’d cringe or tense whenever he’d say anything about him watching over you. When it was time to go to bed, you couldn’t sleep at all. The thought of you never being able to do anything without him seeing made you sick. Every time you’ve talked to somebody, went through something emotional, had sex, Taeyong saw it all.  Tears were streaming down your face, and you couldn’t do anything about it since the man you thought you knew turned out to be a complete stranger was right next to you.

Taeyong was sleeping, or at least you thought he was, so you took this as your chance to leave. As quietly as you could, you grabbed your purse from one of the chairs by your kitchen island and tiptoed to the door. You reached forward and wrapped your hand around the chilled doorknob and you turned it as you pulled it open. A hand appeared over your shoulder and pressed against the door, shutting it.

“What are you doing Y/n?” Your blood ran cold, terrified to turn around, you just stayed facing forward. “I need to go to work Taeyong.” His hand left the door and out of your sight, but you the suspense of where it was didn’t last long. Feeling both of his hands on your shoulders, rubbing your shoulder blades, you tensed up.

 “Why would you do that? There are so many dangerous things out there, I need to keep you safe.” Shaking your head rapidly as Taeyong used his hold on you to lead you away from the door. “Please Taeyong, you can’t keep me here.” Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes when Taeyong drug his nose along your neck. He chuckled against your ear, “Oh but I can. I was assigned to you and you to me, we were paired by the gods above. I broke the rules for you, my love. You see, you were never supposed to know I existed, I was supposed to live in the shadows.” “I didn’t ask you to do that Tae-” You tried to reason with the man who kept tightening his grip on you the more he spoke.

“No, you didn’t, but I couldn’t stand just observing you, that was enough for a while. However, I grew tired of being forced to watch you and not touch you.” His hands moved from your back to your stomach, where they moved up slowly, until they were hovering above your breasts. “Please, Taeyong, no, please stop.”

The tears finally fell and the man behind you just removed his hands and laughed. “I don’t want to force you to do anything, it would be much more enjoyable if you were begging me to do something. I don’t wish to be the man you hate; I desire to be the man you love.”

He went to bring you back into his embrace but when he got close you slapped his hands away. “I will never love you.” Taeyong just turned around to look out the window. You heard a hum come from the back of his mouth, “You may not love me now, but you will. If it takes me keeping you here and being the only person, you ever see again, then so be it.”

“Now, let’s get you to bed, you’re acting ridiculous, you must have not of gotten enough sleep.” Taeyong picked you up from where you were sitting on the floor ever since your knees buckled, his presence tore you apart. His embrace was warm, and it made you want to nuzzle into him but the thought of him not letting you leave made you want to puke.

“Why Taeyong?” You sniffled and your nose felt raw as he laid you on the bed. “You’re smarter than this Y/n, that’s an easy answer. It’s because I love you. It just helps that it’s also my job to keep you safe.” He laid next to you. Immediately being reminded of the times you and Taeyong would lay together before you found out who he really was, you were aching to move closer to him, but he kept the distance.

You thought about how he knew you better than anyone else did, but of course, he had an advantage.

Taeyong rarely let you leave the house without him, and you feel like you haven’t seen Chaeyoung in such a long time. You text her as often as you can, but it wasn’t the same.

Looking across the table at him, you questioned where you went wrong in this. You shouldn’t of ever gone to the club with Chaeyoung, or you should’ve at least not of sat down at the bar, in front of him. The thought of that night made you realize just how much you missed Chaeyoung.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” Your sight refocused, getting out of the fuzzy daze you at put yourself in. “Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it.” Wanting to ignore him, you shut down his advances of conversation.

He just laughed and got up. “I think you forgot what I am to you. I know you’re in pain now, so tell me what’s the matter. I hate seeing you hurt.” His sweet words and sweet voice made you think twice about if Taeyong was actually a bad guy. He cared about you, he listened to you. Even though he made you live with him, he allowed Ferguson to come with him and he even endured the scratches and bites the cat would lay on him.

Exhaling, you told him. “I just miss Chae so much; she’s my only friend and I haven’t seen her in a while.” Taeyong frowned at you, “I know you miss her but I just, I can’t risk losing you. She might lie to you and say I’m mean or something.” You just nodded in acceptance, giving up at attempting to convince him to let you see her again.

“I’m going to the bathroom and then I’ll help you clean up from dinner.” Just staring blankly in front of you, you nodded and laid your chin on your folded arms on the table. Longingly staring at the door, you thought about how easy it would be to leave. It wasn’t like you had much to lose so you waited for Taeyong to step out of the kitchen and head into the bathroom.

Squeezing out of the chair, you refused to move it, afraid that the scraping of the chair on the floor would alert him. Quickly but quietly, you approached the door, terrified that he would return soon. You had the first lock unlocked but when you heard the toilet flush, you didn’t care about the volume of your escape. Your only concern was getting out of the apartment.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Taeyong yelled from the bathroom and when you had the door open finally, his arms were already around your waist.

“No Taeyong, let me go. I do not want you near me right now.” His grip around your waist only got tighter. “Oh baby, I’m always gonna be right by your side, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He was trying to drag you away from the door but struggled to do so when you started dragging your feet and kicking at him.

Screams were starting to leave your throat, some words and others just noise. “No! Let go of me!” Taeyong rolled his eyes at you, thinking about how dramatic you were being. You loved him and he loved you, so much. You shouldn’t be running away from him.

“You love me, stop whining.” His voice was eerily calm, calmer than normal. “I don’t love you, what the fuck are you talking about? I want you to let go of me!” Taeyong started mumbling to himself and the words flying quietly out of his mouth made you think that you should’ve gone along with it. “You…what? You don’t love me?”

All of a sudden it was like you couldn’t even struggle anymore, Taeyong had found a way to keep you still. “Well, if you don’t love me, I’ll just have to keep you here until you do. Until I can trust you to not leave me.”

“Taeyong! Please! I don’t want this; I want you to go away!” Tears were rushing down your face, but the sob that was trying to bubble up stayed in your throat. “But if I go away who will stay with you? This is why you wonder why people don’t love you, it’s because you push them away.” His grip loosened and soon he dropped you on the floor and started to grab his coat. “Fine, I tried to love you, but I guess you just don’t want to be loved. Goodbye Y/n.”

You watched him leave the apartment and instead of feeling relieved, you felt empty. What if he was right? What if you were hard to love? Did you really push everyone away? It would make sense, he had a point, a good one. He knew you better than anyone else. Taeyong knew you better than you knew yourself.

Maybe if you got up now, you’d still be able to catch him, he couldn’t have made it to his car that fast. Getting up as fast as you could, you ran to the door and threw it open. But when you started running out, your face hit a hard wall immediately. The wall’s hands fell to your hips in attempt to steady you and then you realized you knew this wall.

“Taeyong! I’m so s-” his left pointer finger contacted your lips before you could get out your apology. “No, I should be the one apologizing, what I said was rude and unnecessary, I was upset and let my emotions take over me. I’m sorry for the pain I caused you, that is what I try to avoid, you getting hurt. I am truly and genuinely ashamed that I was the one to cause you pain.”

His apology made your heart ache and only caused you to feel bad for the way you treated him. “No, Yongie, I’m sorry for always being so difficult and I never meant to push you away, you’ve always been there to help me, and I am forever grateful for you. I didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t love you, I do, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone ever and I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.” The boy smiled at you and cupped your cheek, he used his other hand to help pick you up off the floor and pulled you into his arms. “We’re both sorry and we both love each other, how about we leave it at that? No more tears tonight.” He wiped the remaining droplets with his thumbs and let you back inside.

“I’ve learned that you get tired after being upset, so let’s lay down and rest up before the new day.” You silently agreed and allowed Taeyong to pick you up when he asked for permission. “It’ll be okay Y/n, just forget about it, no more sniffles.” You giggled and leaned your head on his shoulder when he made his way through your living room, down the hallway, and soon into the bedroom.

Taeyong had been correct, whenever you were upset, you got awfully tired, as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were already at the point between being awake and being asleep. The last thing you remembered from the night was Taeyong kissing your forehead and rubbing your arm soothingly.

“In the morning, text Chaeyoung and ask her to meet you for bunch.” You smiled, glad that you would see her again.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chaeyoung broke the silence, asking the question to receive the possible answer that feared her. “Does he hurt you?” You told the truth immediately, “No, he doesn’t hurt me. Not physically at least, he’ll hurt my feelings when he’s mad, but he apologizes soon after. In his defense, most of the time, I’m asking for it.”  

She just sipped her smoothie in silence, thinking about what to say without hurting your fragile state. Chaeyoung knew that you weren’t telling her something, you kept fidgeting, looking around, as if you were being watched. The only thing she didn’t know was that you were, Taeyong was lurking around the corner, like he always was, because it’s his job.

“Y/n…I know something is wrong, tell me what it is.” But she didn’t say it, she wrote it. Her frantic handwriting was now on one of the napkins, she all but threw you the pen and waited for your response.

You knew that Taeyong was somewhere behind you, always observing your surroundings. So, you mouthed your next words carefully and slowly, making sure Chaeyoung caught every last syllable. It’s going to sound really fucking weird. You’re not going to believe me, but I need you to.

Instead of saying something out loud, she just nodded and waited for you to write down everything. You could see her trying to read your writing upside down, but you covered the napkin, not wanting her to skip anything. She needed to read it all.

Deciding to summarize everything to save time and to save your wrist some pain, ending your sentence with an explanation point, you passed the paper to Chaeyoung. Sitting back and watching her expressions, waiting for her reaction, you needed her to believe you, you didn’t know what you would do if she didn’t.

Chaeyoung never said anything for the rest of the brunch date, but she wrote, I know how to get rid of him. You released the breath caught in your throat, thankful that she was someone who believed and knew about “other-worldly” things.

Paying the bill and nodding in farewell, you parted ways as soon as you got out of the door, an unspoken promise to text later. Taeyong wouldn’t know what you guys said over text unless he looked at it. He could hear and see you, but he wouldn’t be able to see writing unless he was right over your shoulder. Taeyong was your guardian angel but there were still rules he needed to follow, although some rules didn’t seem too important to him.

You didn’t look back at Chaeyoung and you were glad, because as expected, Taeyong appeared at your side. “How was your brunch?” He peeked his head over your shoulder, and you hated how cute you thought he looked, how cute he was. “It was good, but uh- Tae? I want to ask you something.”

He smiled and gave you a looked that told you to continue, and with a deep breath to calm yourself, you let it out. “I feel like over the past months we’ve been together, I’ve done my best to show you how much I love you, and I was hoping you trust me by now. Would it be okay if I hung out with Chae, without you around me, visible or invisible, I want to hang out with her alone. She’s gonna help me find a gift for you.” You squeezed his hand in emphasis, hoping it would lead his mind to his favorite things. Sex and you.

Taeyong didn’t say anything at first, just thinking to himself. He wanted you to continue to love him, but he was created to protect you, you in all of your lifetimes, both past and future, as well as this one. “I suppose you can, I will give you three hours to hang out with her and I won’t even watch over you, but you have to promise me that at any moment you feel unsafe or any pain, you text me, immediately.”

Barely able to hide the joy, you kissed him. You knew he liked kissing you, and unable to lie to yourself, you knew that you liked kissing him as well. Hating the way he made you feel, you deepened the kiss, knowing it would be one of the last. “Thank you Yongie, I love you, so much.”

A few minutes later, once you two had made it to the comfort of your own home, Taeyong had you bent over the kitchen counter with your pants and panties around your ankles. “You smell so good.” You felt his nose meet your clenching hole, inhaling your arousal. Letting yourself indulge in this, one last time, your muscles relaxed, until a feeling you had only felt once take over. His tongue licked over your puckered rim. Every time Taeyong had tried this with you, you turned down his advances, but this time, you weren’t going to. At this point, you were going to do anything to keep him happy.

Taeyong waited for you to tense up and push him away, but once you didn’t, he kissed your hole. “Fuck, are you really gonna let me in there?” You whined in approval when you felt his mouth go back down to your pussy.

 His tongue went back and forth between your folds, with the occasional lap around your ass. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I can wait, I need to be in you.” You moaned at the loss but it was replaced by a yell when Taeyong swiftly turned you around and entered your cunt.

 “Oh fuck, always so tight for me. No matter how many times I fuck you, you’re always so fucking tight.” Taeyong’s teeth gritted together and picked you up off your feet. Walking the two of you to the couch, he never once removed you off his cock. Sitting down on the couch, his hands were placed on your hips, forcing you up and down onto his cock, forcing you to ride him.

 “Open your mouth.” You listened to his command. He took one hand off of your hips and placed two fingers in your mouth. “Suck on them.” Sucking and licking as much as you could with the overwhelming pleasure, your moans interrupted your task. Taeyong deemed your work not good enough and started fucking his fingers into your mouth, wetting them as much as possible.

 While you were distracted with the feeling of his fingers dragging along your tongue and hitting the back of your throat at some points, his cock continuously slammed into the spot that made you clench your pussy around him. With each contraction of your walls, Taeyong let out a whine that caused your pussy to gush more arousal.

“Fuck, making such a mess. Can feel you leaking all the way to my balls.” His fingers were triggering your gag reflex and it caused tears to run down your face, you couldn’t hold it in or control it at all at this point. “My messy baby, made just for me.”

He removed his fingers, and his spit-soaked hand left your eyesight. But the mystery was soon solved when you felt his fingers circle your asshole. “Taeyong-” He didn’t stop or slow at the sound of your whines and soon one of his fingers were forcing its way through your unused hole.

You gasped once you got used to the initial stretch and pain when Taeyong played with the walls that haven’t ever been touched. He barely gave you any time to prepare for the next finger though because soon it was joining the first.

“Oh fuck, next time, I’m gonna shove my cock in there. Fill your ass with my cum. Make you my horny little bitch.” The way he was talking to you made you humiliatingly wet and he didn’t let it go unnoticed.

“Maybe you’re already my little bitch, you’re ruining the couch with your slutty cum. But my stupid baby can’t help it huh?” You were out of it, the feeling of both your holes being filled and your clit grinding against his pelvic bone, you whined, but Taeyong didn’t take that as an answer.

His free hand made contact with your face, slapping you. He grabbed your cheeks and forced you to stare at him. “You’re my messy little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Tae- I am. M’gonna cum. Need to cum.” You were babbling and Taeyong laughed at your attempts to speak. “I’m close too, are you gonna squirt all over me?” You just nodded.

The hand that was holding your face still was removed and took place at your pussy. When your cunt clenched one last time Taeyong pinched your clit and you let it all go. The whine that left your throat intensified at the feeling of his hot cum filling you up. Your grip on his shoulders tightened while he rode out the rest of your highs.

“Welcome back baby, you left me there for a minute.” When your eyes opened you were in your shared bed, wearing his clothes, and looking up at him with tired eyes. You giggled at him and allowed him to pull you to his chest, holding you close after the intense feeling your body endured.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself.” Taeyong petted your hair soothingly. “I did, did you?” You felt him nod and heard him yawn, interrupting himself. “I always do when it’s with you.”

The last thing you heard him say was, “I hope you enjoy your time with Chaeyoung tomorrow.” And everything came crashing down again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“So, what’s going to happen afterwards is that Taeyong will still exist, but he won’t be your guardian angel anymore. He won’t be able to watch you anymore and he won’t be able to have an influence on your or your life, unless you allow him to. You have to stay strong if you ever run into him again.” Just nodding along, you looked at Chaeyoung, waiting for her to continue.

“Since you can’t exactly survive without a guardian angel, so you’ll be getting a new one. The only downside is that he isn’t an angel. He’s from hell because if Taeyong does somehow regain his power, another angel wouldn’t be able to stop him, only someone who isn’t good.” You felt better knowing that you’ll still be protected from the evils of the world, but more importantly, from Taeyong.”

Chaeyoung reached over towards you and grasped your hand, trying to comfort you since you weren’t saying anything. With her other hand that wasn’t holding yours, she lit the black candle.

“Alright, are you ready for this?” Chaeyoung whispered into the dark, the only light source in the room was the now lit candle sitting between you. With a shaking breath, you nodded your head. “I’m kind of nervous but this needs to happen.” You looked over to her, only seeing two emotions on her face. Relief and since its Chaeyoung, there’s of course excitement mixed in.

You looked at the floor you were sitting on, taking in everything. Taeyong would be gone and out of your life soon.

Chae was looking down at the worn book she had in her lap, reading over the page, making sure everything was correct. She had gone over different things you would need and made sure you had them. “Do you have a piece of his hair?” You held up a little plastic baggie that held a few strands of Taeyong’s hair.

You were thankful that his hair was the only thing you needed to bring, Chaeyoung on the other hand was more than happy to bring all of the “weird” items. A variety of dried herbs sat around you two, with several other items, such as feathers from ravens and crows, serpent skulls, a vial with a dead black widow spider and a bunch of salt that surrounded you and all of your items. From an overhead view, one would see the shape the salt was in, a pentagram.

“Okay, I’m going to read the script and you’re going to toss the pieces of his hair into the flame of the candle.” You just nodded and opened the bag to take out his hair. “Let’s just get this over with, okay? It’ll all be over soon.”

Looking over the flame one last time you dipped your head in approval. Chaeyoung squeezed your hand and started chanting. Words you didn’t know were calmly yet fiercely flying out of her mouth, in a language that you could only describe as something like Latin.

While Chaeyoung was chanting, the flame grew wild, and you grew afraid of the fire taking over the stick of wax. Your eyes widened when the flame spread to the pentagram of salt. Soon, every grain of salt was on fire, and you didn’t know what to do. Chaeyoung saw what was happening, but she just kept chanting, her voice growing in volume as the fire grew in size. The fire however, stayed on top of the salt, never going outside of the lines or inside, closer to the two of you, but the heat was starting to get to you.

You wanted to reach out to her, but she told you beforehand, under no circumstances should you move or speak until it was safe. She had mentioned the fire, but you now understood just how much you underestimated her words. Chaeyoung had spoken up about how intense this would get since you were dealing with higher powers. With everything running through your head, you still looked at Chaeyoung and listened for her to stop talking, that’s when you would do the one thing, she told you to do.

Droplets hit your thighs and since you weren’t able to look down, you assumed it was sweat. But when you moved your hand up to wipe your cheeks, you felt the drops of liquid come from your eyes. You hadn’t even realized that you were crying but you weren’t able to think about it for too long, because Chaeyoung had stopped talking and the look in her eye altered.

The fine strands of hair that had been pinched between your fingers were heavier than you thought, or it was your conscious, but you needed this. Raising your shaky hand, you hovered it over the orange flame that had ingulfed the candle, the wax starting to spread across the hardwood floors.

Your fingers were pressed tightly against each other so much so that when you released Taeyong’s hair, your fingertips ached. Almost in slow motion, the dark hair fluttered in the air, mixing with the ambers of the fire. When you expected the hair to float down, it never touched the ground, an amber touched the end of each one, and slowly it burned. Burned into nothing. As soon as each hair disintegrated, the fire disappeared altogether. The room was dark, silent, and oddly cold.

You opened your mouth, attempting to whisper out to Chaeyoung, but nothing came out, too scared to do anything.

“It’s okay. He’s gone now, he can’t hurt you anymore.” Your head was spinning, and your eyes were straining from trying to see in the dark. Still too afraid to say anything, you and Chaeyoung sat in silence.

The silence went on for a bit until you remembered something Chaeyoung said at the beginning of this. “What about the new guy?”

“He should already be here. Normally guardian angels aren’t supposed to show themselves but obviously Taeyong didn’t listen to that rule, since he still has his human form and he will most likely live out the rest of his life here on Earth, your new guardian will also take a human form. It will act as a precaution just incase Taeyong tries anything.” You looked around the room since she said he should already be here but because of the room still being pitch black, you didn’t have any luck.

All of a sudden, the almost completely burnt-out candle, relit. When you the light illuminated the room, you jumped. A man was sitting next to you, one that was beautifully sinister. “I guess I’m your new guardian angel.” He smiled a big toothy smile, but it didn’t show genuine happiness, his smile should sinful excitement.

You looked over at Chae in worry. “Oh, don’t worry, I can’t do anything fun. Your witchy friend set a little curse on me so I behave.” Your eyes met the man’s and you nodded sheepishly at him.

“What’s your name?” Chaeyoung interrupted the staring contest you were unwillingly in, but even though you looked away, the man continued to stare. “Yuta” you offered your own name, but he already knew it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You were happy with Yuta being your guardian angel, or demon. He kept his distance, protected you, all while developing a friendship with you. He understood your boundaries but still warned you before going out, to just be aware if Taeyong was near. The best part about Yuta though, was that he was the first man and third overall person that Ferguson liked.

Whenever you had an uneasy feeling, but still needed to go out, Yuta offered to go with you, but never making the decision for you.

“So, we just need things for the apartment, like paper towels, toilet paper, cereal, food for Ferguson. Things like that.” You read off your list, allowing Yuta to guide you through the aisles of the super store.

Yuta helped you look for the items that you needed and asked if you wanted him to carry the big bag of cat food.

“I could get it for her.” Taeyong.

“Fuck off man, leave her alone. You already ruined her life so just let us be.” Yuta stepped in front of you, doing what he was summoned to do. Taeyong just laughed condescendingly, not intimidated by Yuta at all.

“You know you still love me, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You can’t deny the way you felt about me before you knew who I truly was.” His attention was now directed at you and you hated how he was right. You did love Taeyong, but he also lied to you, and then abused the power he had over you. You hated the fact that if Taeyong never gave away his secret, you would still be with him.

“C’mon baby, admit it. You still love me, and you miss me.” Shaking your head, not in disagreement but in denial, Taeyong stepped forward. Yuta’s aura changed, no longer in the laid-back vibe he normally gave off but now it was protective.

Yuta set the bag of food down on the ground next to you so his hands would be empty. “I’m not gonna ask you again man, step back.” Yuta warned Taeyong one last time but even with the warning, Taeyong stepped forward. And then he was gone.

“Taeyong?” Nothing remained in the spot in which he stood, and your first reaction was to grasp for him, anything left. “Is he gone? Forever?” Your knees hit the cold floor and the material of your jeans did nothing to stop the chill.

Yuta’s hand was heavy yet comforting on your shoulder. You stood up and buried your face into his chest, seeking some kind of comfort. He was gentler than you thought he would be. His arms wrapped around your back, matching the tightness in which you held him. One of his hands reached up and he ran his fingers through your hair.

“How about we go get something to eat and shop another time?” You agreed but still asked to buy the cat food since Ferguson needed it.

The emptiness in your stomach was mistaken for hunger, but you knew that wasn’t it. There was a park across the street from the store and in the park parking lot, there was a food truck. Still carrying the bag of food, Yuta offered you his hand and walked you over to the food truck.

“What are you thinking about getting?” You really didn’t care about what you ate, you just wanted something to fill the void that was now in your stomach. “I’ll just get whatever you get.” He squeezed your hand, understanding that you didn’t want to speak much.

After eating you were able to calm down, maybe it was the food, but you enjoyed the company more. Yuta did this thing where he made up stories and double lives for the people around you, and he kept making them crazier and crazier when he saw that it made you smile. You even made up a few but your imagination wasn’t nearly as creative and wild as Yuta’s.

You finished making a story about an old lady who was a secret agent assassin in her youth when you noticed Yuta’s silence. And after him making you feel better, you were kind of sad that he was no longer in a good mood.

“What’s the matter Yuta?” You looked out over the water. The sight of the sun reflecting off of the water calming you. But that feeling was quickly replaced by something not nearly as pleasant.

“I can’t say I blame Taeyong for everything he’s done. I’m starting to want you all to myself as well.”

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Omg i just read all of the angel and devil steddie au things you wrote and I AM OBSESSED! Literally you are so good at writing and I am so jealous that I’ll never experience this irl lol. Anyway thank you for making so many amazing pieces of writing!! :)

Could you write something where Eddie makes Steve watch him slowly tease and finger the reader, using his tendrils to keep Steve against the wall in a chokehold when he tries to come over and touch you? You get a bit worried, but Eddie says that he’ll let go of his grip on Steve once the reader cums a few times, so he makes the reader squirt and then Steve joins them and plays with her boobs and kisses her, then they fuck her until she’s overstimulated? Eddie’s degrading her and Steve’s praising her?

(Sorry if that didn’t make sense, also feel free to write it however you want, whatever sparks your creativity!)

Thanks! :)

a/n: oh my gooooddd I cannot tell you how hard it was not to write this into a whole, huge fic! if only I had all the time in the world...

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“Come on, baby,” Steve attempted a slow exhale to calm the throbbing within his jeans, staring at you intently from his restrained spot across the room, “please cum. Do it for me. Let go so that I can come over there and have a taste, please.”

“Eddie,” you whined shakily in protest of the devil’s purposely feathery light touch over your still panty-clad cunt, tickling your throbbing clit so rudely that your whole body trembled in need of more. 

Settled comfortably behind you, the doe eyes you tilted your head to flash the creature didn’t sway him one bit as his tongue simply flickered across his smirk, “what?” a condescending chuckle rippling through him, “what is it?”

“M-more Eds, please,” you whimpered in his arms, “I wanna cum so bad.” 

“Oh yeah? You wanna cum, do you?” he taunted, not changing his teasing touch in the slightest, his stubby nails drawing slow circles over the agonisingly thin barrier covering you up, tickling the obvious wet spot to grow as he further drew your body into madness, “you wanna get off so that your precious little angel can get what he wants, huh?”

“Yes,” you nearly cried. 

“You know what I think? I think you can cum from just this,” he purred, sucking your earlobe in past his lips, “hell, I think you could even squirt for me, soak those pretty little panties and show Steve just how much you want him inside of you,” you felt like clawing up the walls from just how intense and overwhelming the lightness of his touch felt, “come on, cum for him,” he breathed, his fluttering caress steady on your mess of a trembling form, “come on, you can do it,” not even truly realising how far his teasing had pushed you, your desperate moans didn’t register in your own ears as his airy petting conjured a warm trickle to slowly darken the cotton between your quivering thighs, “there you go, honey,” he chuckled as the gush itself had flown completely over your own head, “fuck…” he suddenly gave the sodden gusset a sharp tap, the clear contrast to the previous rude butterfly that had been his touch caused your whole body to jolt and additional squirt to sputter out, your whole centre literally dripping from your juices, “such a pretty fucking mess…” 

Dazed, you peeked out of the crook of Eddie’s frame that had become your hiding spot, “c-can you let go of him now?”

His eyes briefly flickering up towards the angel enveloped in the familiar forceful and inky tentacles, his smirk then redirected to you, “if you cum for him twice in the next 5 minutes,” you felt his long fingers finally breach the waistband of your underwear, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as you caught sight of the vision of his hand bulging underneath the drenched cotton, “then I’ll maybe consider it.”

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[greenhappyseed]

MHA 400 leak reactions

Everyone was hyped for 400, so Hori gave us boob jokes to open the chapter (just like how he ended 100 with a boob joke). Love it.

But really, Hagakure becoming visible as she helps Aoyama be a true hero is SO fitting with Toshi’s emergence as a hero (and Stain’s!!). Hori is so damn literal sometimes and I cannot get enough.

Haha, Toshi learning from Star and her mistakes! Another “student” of his, in a way. Makes me wonder if he does have other quirks/ideas in his back pocket. Yes yes, I know everyone thinks explosion is “the one” he hasn’t used, but just like AFO, we don’t actually know what Toshi has stored up in that suit (or what’s in Stain’s glider).

I tend to think explosion will be an internal/external finishing move to “burst” the AFO quirk out of any and all physical bodies.

Love how we all knew the laser at the end of the last chapter wasn’t a suicide shot. Of course All Might had a shield.

I’m screaming at the idea that AFO, obsessed with quirks and DNA and legacy and lineage, either stole or manufactured the glowing baby quirk to better manipulate every quirk that sprang forth from it. AFO is still dangerous even as a child because he has all his quirks and memories, and he may have more ability to manipulate than we’re led to believe.

TOSHI SAYING YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR THE HEAD LIKE MCU THANOS?!?!?? Wow, Hori is giving Toshi even MORE villain tropes.

AFO is reduced to a glowing child —an angelic cherub — while Toshi is this broken old man that looks like a villain hellbent on revenge. Then Stain (an actual serial killer) appears, paralyzes AFO, and tells Toshi to win. Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys???

The question is, will Toshi go for the kill? (Will Stain do it if Toshi won’t?) Toshi did go for the head in their first battle, after AFO pulled out his innards. But in Kamino, Toshi expressly rejected the notion that he would kill AFO (again). I don’t see Toshi doing it here either, especially since he referenced learning from Star, and trying to kill Shigaraki did nothing for Star. I think Toshi will try to keep AFO paralyzed/immobile and let AFO rewind himself out of existence, which AFO will see as a weakness to exploit.

There’s also still a vestige battle and Aizawa/Mic/Kurogiri out there, so Toshi and Stain might not be able keep AFO pinned.

That said, I’m very amused by the idea of Deku and Shigaraki slugging it out when a naked glowing toddler runs towards them.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

One Year- Wes Borland

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summary: it’s you and wes’ 1 year anniversary and you decide to sing a song dedicated to him. after the show you guys celebrate in the dressing room.

lowercase intended

warnings: smut & not proof read

a/n: this was requested by @mizfitneeds !! apologies for taking forever to write this but i always love their ideas! also btw y/n is singing like jack off jill’s version of ‘love song’ 🫶

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i smiled as i stared out to the crowd, sweat glistening my body.

“okay guys, we’re gonna do something a little bit different tonight. this is dedicated to my wonderful boyfriend, happy one year wes.” i spoke into the microphone.

the crowd cheered as i smiled brightly. i turned around to look at my band mates, nodding at them. they began playing and everyone instantly started to scream out. we were doing a cover of ‘love song’ by the cure. i gave a quick glance to the side and came into eye contact with wes. i smile softly at him before singing.

‘whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am home again..’

memories of wes and i flashed through my mind as i sung. wes always understood me, more than anyone in my life.

‘whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am young again

whenever i’m alone with you

you make me feel like i am fun again, again’

~flashback~

i sat on a park bench, staring at the water glisten in the sun. next to me sat my wonderful boyfriend, wes. he was watching the water too, playing with my hand that he’s holding.

“i love you, you know.” he blurts out.

i was taken aback by his sudden words. he always blurts out ‘i love you’s but adding ‘you know’ made me nervous.

“yeah, of course. i love you too. what’s up?”

he fully turned to me, taking both my hands into his own.

“i love you so fucking much, so so so much more than you think. i always think about you every second of my day and i hate being away from you. so to get to the point, my question is…do you wanna move in with me?”

my stomach immediately bursted with butterflies as a giant smile appeared on my face.

“yes!”

he laughed before bringing me into a deep kiss, one full of passion. he pulled away and hugged me so tight.

~flashback over~

‘however far away, i will always love you

however long i stay, i will always love you

whatever words i say, i will always love you

i will always love you’

i sung those words as i made straight eye contact with wes, making it known that they were for him and only him. we played a couple more songs before we ended our set. i ran up to wes who immediately took me into his arms. i rested my face into the crook of his neck as he spun us around. i giggled at the action, earning a giggle from him as well.

“i love you so fucking much..” he pulled away and whispered.

“i love you so much too.”

“so fucking much?”

“so fucking much.”

he locked lips and a tiny spark was felt, igniting something in my stomach and between my legs. he could sense it too because once he pulled away he gave me a look. i bit my lip as he took my hand and led us to his dressing room. he shoved us inside and made sure to lock the door (cause last time he forgot chloe walked in on us. poor girl was scarred..). he turned to me and grabbed my face, placing a kiss onto my smooshed lips.

“i wanna make love to you..” he breathed out.

“you gotta make it fast…you’re on soon.”

“they can wait.”

he started to slowly take off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. i took off his shirt as well but i placed it neatly on a suitcase. we undressed each other until we were fully naked.

“god you’re always so beautiful. like an glowing angel.” i blush at his words.

he began to press kissing to my shoulders, making sure to kiss every inch of my skin. he worked his way down to my boobs, to which he only peppered soft kisses on. he grabbed onto my hips and led us to the couch, gently laying us down. he continued his kisses as i giggled at the feeling of his lip ring.

“wesss…we can’t be long.” i whine out, grabbing a handful of his gel slicked hair.

“very impatient, baby.” he smirked as he used a hand to pump himself.

wes and i never made love before so i was incredibly nervous. i know it’s sex (which we’ve had many times) but it’s different. the mood and feeling is what changes it.

“you ready?”

“mhm.”

he kept eye contact with me as he pushed himself in. i let out a soft moan and fluttered my eyelids shut. he began to thrust slowly which felt agonizing compared to the speeds i know he could go. he brought our lips together again, tenderly kissing me. he kept one hand on my hip and slowly guided me along to his thrusts. his fingertips pressed onto my skin harshly as he moved me. he pulled away from my lips and rested his forehead onto mine. we listened to each other’s breathing, feeling the love grow through our veins.

“i love you, y/n..” he whispered.

“i love you too, wes..” i pecked his lips.

the hand that was on my hip slowly traveled up my body and to my boobs. he slowly started to massage my right one, being so gentle with it. he adjusted himself which gave him easier access to hitting that one spot. i gasp out at the new feeling and grab onto his shoulders. i dug my fingernails into his skin, probably drawing a little blood. the atmosphere in the room felt sensual, hot and heavy but not in the usual way. i smile a bit to myself as i realize the man i love is making love to me. his lips found the sweet spot on my neck and began lightly sucking on it. i moaned out at the feeling and clenched around him. it didn’t take long so far that certain feeling to arise in my stomach.

“wes…”

“i know..i know baby..” he peppers kisses on my neck.

i tilt my head back to give him more access. it was already known that i had wes’ body paint all over me, his most definitely smudged.

“i’m so close, wes…please..” i whine out.

“go ahead, baby..” he mumbles against my lips.

i gasp out as i came all over him, eyes screwed shut. i arched my back, wes taking a chance to wrap his arm around my body to bring me closer to him. he didn’t even think twice as he came inside me, groaning out against my neck. my hot breath fanning onto my skin.

“i…love…you…” he said in between kisses that he left on my lips.

“oh no, your makeup is smudged!” i gasp out, reaching out to touch his paint.

“wanna help me fix it?”

“duh.” i laugh.

he helps clean me up and helps me put my clothes back on. he sat at his desk and i sat on his lap, fixing up the black paint.

“hey so, i wanted to talk to you about something.” his tone serious.

i clear my throat and shifted in his lap, letting him know i’m listening. i nodded to encourage him to continue. he instead grabbed my hips and helped me off of him so he could walk to his bag.

“i’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while..and since today is our one year i think it’s a perfect time.”

his back was to me as he held whatever he grabbed.

“what is it, babe?”

before he could turn around and talk, fred came pounding on the door.

“yo wes! hurry up with your guys’ fucking, we’re on soon!”

i heard wes mumble something before putting away the item.

“i guess another time then.” he chuckles.

i smile and nod as he approached me.

“you gonna watch us?”

“of course, let me just wipe your makeup off and i’ll be out there.”

“okay, see you soon.” he presses a soft kiss to my lips before leaving.

a part of me wanted to check his bag to see the item but i ignored that thought and went to grab a wipe to clean myself up.

[sordidpsychick]

Angel Numbers

2 - Not Entirely Human

Mob finds a ‘missing’ poster, Reigen orders takeout, Dimple discovers a secret, and Angel… forgot pajamas.

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Content: Reigen/Fem!OC, MDNI, eventual NSFW, I am cringe but I am free, self-indulgent, perv Reigen, human experimentation, OC can see ghosts, chubby OC, short-lived Dimple and Reigen rivalry

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“Oh…” Angel peers into the bags back in Reigen’s apartment. She’s crouched on the floor, making sure to avoid putting too much pressure on her wounded leg as she rummages through one bag. “… I forgot pajamas. Well, that’s okay.” 

A ring of the doorbell interrupts her muttering. 

“Hm, I hope that's Mob.” Reigen turned to Angel and whispered. “Just to be safe hide in the bathroom—bring all that new stuff with you,” he whispered to her as an image of whoever worked at that ‘hospital’ entered his mind. What if they had found where she was hidden somehow?

Riegen shouted to the door; “Yeah yeah, hold on,” as he stood and walked down the hall slowly, giving Angel time. Was he being over-paranoid and cautious? Yes. But had that ever steered him wrong? He told himself the answer was ‘no.’

Angel dashed for the bathroom, bags crinkling in arms. She shuts the door behind her with a click. 

When the front door opens, the only face that greets Reigen is the awkwardly expressionless face of his middle school student—and Dimple. “Master, we need to be more careful,” Mob says immediately, digging through his pockets. Soon, he’s got a wrinkled ‘missing’ poster in hand with Angel’s face on it. 

“We found that on the way here,” says Dimple, looking around the apartment from where he floats above Mob’s shoulder. “Where is she, anyway? Don’t tell me you lost her…”

Reigen proudly puffed his chest. Oh yeah, I'm good. “As a matter of fact, Dimple, I had half amount of sense to hide her before opening the door. Come on, get in.” Reigen moved out of the way so the two of them could enter his apartment, quickly shutting the door and locking it. “This is bad. We need a plan.”

“What about hair dye?” Mob suggests as he steps inside and takes off his shoes, leaving them by the doorway. 

“And face masks in public,” adds Dimple. 

Reigen was about to raise a finger in protest to say that those were the stupidest ideas he had ever heard, but instead, “That just might work. Clearly, I have been a good influence on you both. You two couldn’t have possibly come up with ideas like that prior to meeting me.” Reigen smiles and pretends to wipe a proud tear from his eye. 

“Yeah, right.” Dimple rolls his eyes. “So, where is she?” He floats over to Reigen’s bed and peers underneath, then does the same to his computer desk. 

“Ah.” Mob points towards the bathroom, where Angel is peeking through the cracked door.

“It's alright Angel, these are the two I told you about. My student, Mob, and the ghost, Dimple,” Reigen said as he gestured to the two behind him. “I just took her shopping- shit, I hope no one followed us here. We had to get her clothes and some soap from the store.” 

“Angel?” Dimple repeats the name curiously.

“Yeah, Reigen gave me it.” Angel smiles and steps out of the bathroom. 

There’s a flash of green and then Dimple is grabbing Reigen by the collar. “YOU NAMED HER?!” He shakes the man. “And THAT of all things?! I mean, it's a fitting name but still!”

“Hello, Angel.” Mob offers a polite smile and wave. 

“Hi Mob. Reigen told me about you.” Angel smiles back, taking a seat on the couch.

Reigen’s expression only darkened as he went limp in Dimple’s two tiny hands. A slow evil chuckle left his devilish grin as he whispered; “And I got to touch her boobs.” Reigen’s hands raised to his chest, his palms facing the ceiling and his fingers waving about as if casting some evil spell. He knew he had the edge on Dimple now.

Dimple’s face goes dull and he drops Reigen. “You pervert.” He turns around, immediately putting a happy face on to greet Angel. “Hey, Angel. Sorry, we got off on the wrong foot yesterday. Is this guy annoying you?”

Angel smiles at Dimple a little nervously. “Reigen has been really nice to me.” 

Dimple turns to glare at Reigen as Angel continues. 

“And I'm sorry for screaming in your face last night. I didn’t know what you were and I’ve never seen a ghost so small before.”

Dimple looks like he might blow away in the wind. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, that was so rude. I mean, I’ve only seen really scary ghosts so- um,” Angel shuts her mouth, realizing that anything she might add would just make it worse. 

“IS SHE WEARING YOUR CLOTHES?!” Dimple is back to shaking Reigen violently. 

Meanwhile, Mob glances at Angel. “Sorry, they don’t always get along…” 

Reigen lets out another identical laugh as his eyes widen in crazed excitement as he gets shaken once more by Dimple. He looks like some sort of villain from a video game. “Face it, she already likes me more than you! You lost your chance!” Reigen places a hand on Dimple’s small face and tries to pry the green spirit off of him.

“Ugh, yeah yeah, rub it in.” Dimple relents easily and then gets back on track. “Anyway, we need to get her hair dyed ASAP. What color are we thinkin’?” He squints at Angel as if trying to see different colors in substitute of her white hair. 

“It's a shame we have to dye it.” Mob tilts his head. “It's such a unique color.” 

“What’s going on?” Angel looks around at the three of them. “Why do I need to get my hair dyed?” 

Mob looks a Dimple, and Dimple looks at Mob. “I don’t want to freak her out… but I don’t want to lie,” Mob whispers to the spirit. Both of them turn to look at Reigen.

Reigen, for a split moment, actually showed signs of panic before quickly letting out a puff of air. “Well, unfortunately, most people around here don’t have such white hair. We just want to take precautions in case someone does decide to look for you. Your hair will be the first thing to stand out in a crowd,” Reigen explained as he put on a relaxed and cool expression. “Plus, it is strictly against my policy to have white hair while working under me, so if you want that job you will have to dye it some other color,” he said with a simple shrug. He looked to Mob and Dimple and shot them a look and a silent thumbs up.

“Oh, okay,” agrees Angel surprisingly easily, much to both Mob and Dimple’s surprise. 

“So easygoing…” Mob whispers. 

“I’m thinkin’ red,” says the green spirit as he floats in a circle around Angel.

“What about something modest, like black?” Mob tilts his head. 

Angel looks in Reigen’s direction. “What do you think? What kind of color suits your workplace?”

“Yeah, sure, look to him for hair advice.” Dimple grumbles under his breath.

Reigen mumbles, “As sexy as red would be…” Then takes a breath and speaks directly to everyone. “…We need a color that won’t stand out in a crowd. Black might look too artificial. They normally mix purple or blue hues into the dyes to make them darker. If caught in a certain lighting, she could stand out because of it.” Reigen closed his eyes in thought and nodded, holding a finger up next to his eye for flare as he opened his eyelids. “I conclude that brown will be the safest color.”

“Huh, for once I kinda agree.” Dimple tilts his body while observing Angel.

“I had brown hair when I was little!” Angel pipes up. “It’ll be nice to see what I would’ve looked like if it stayed that color.”

“How’d you end up with white hair, anyway?” Dimple raises a brow.

“Dimple…” Mob says under his breath. 

“Right, right… ahem. Whoah, look at the time! It’s nearly dinner. What a shame, let’s go Mob.” Dimple zips over to the front door.

“Hold on, I can call my parents and let them know I won't be home for dinner. How about ordering takeout, Master? Dimple and I can go to the store really quick to get some hair dye,” suggests the middle schooler as he turns to look at Reigen.

Reigen claps his hands together once in front of his chest and smiles. “What a great idea Mob! You get that dye, I'll get on the phone and get us something to eat.” Reigen turns, not sparing a moment as he looks around for his phone before realizing he had never taken it out of his pocket. “How does ramen sound?” He asked. It seemed that when Reigen was paying, it was always ramen.

Angel nods and Mob gives a thumbs-up before heading for the front door with a polite ‘be back in a little bit.’ The door clicks shut behind him and locks—Dimple’s doing.

The silence that follows—now that it’s just Reigen and Angel again—feels loud. “Is there beef flavor?” Angel breaks the quiet, drumming her fingers on her knees. 

Reigen smirked, starting to become more comfortable with the idea of flirtation now that it was beginning to become clear that her presence would not be leaving their group any time soon. “A woman after my own heart?” He tilted his head slightly and took a seat on his bed, kicking his shoes off. “There is; as well as a chicken, pork, and spicy flavor.” He flipped open his phone and scrolled with his thumb on a small arrow of the keypad down an internet browser page until he found the number. He dialed it, the phone ringing in the silence between them.

Angel’s face turns a little red and she twiddles her fingers, folding her legs into a crisscross. “I’ll have the beef,” she says quietly. She watched Reigen out of the corner of her eye, thinking that he must have Mob’s order memorized since it seemed like they’d been working together for a while, based on how they interacted.

“Hi there, yes I will take one bowl of white rice, two beef ramen, a chicken, and a pork. Yes.” He wandered off into the kitchen, mumbling his name and address for the delivery as well as the instructions on how to get it to his apartment. He came back after his phone had clicked shut. “Food is ordered.”

Angel tilts her head, most of her body tilting with it. “I’m excited. It’s been a while since I’ve had ramen. Oh.” She perks up. “Thank you for today, by the way. I know I just met you but…” She looks down at her lap a little shyly. “... I got really lucky when you three found me.”

Reigen sat down across from her and gave the most genuine smile he had since they had met. “I’m glad,” he said gently before taking a breath and smiling smugly. “If it hadn’t been us, who knows what kinda creep would have found you! Seriously though, the three of us will do our best to keep you safe.”

Angel returns his smile. It’s warm and a bit tired… like she’d finally gotten to rest her mind after a very long time.

Soon enough, Mob, Reigen, and Angel are sitting around eating ramen from styrofoam cups while Dimple floats around above. A box of light brown hair dye sits on the bathroom counter. “So, you’re going to start working at Spirits and Such?” Mob asks after swallowing a bite of his ramen.

“Reigen offered me a job as his secretary. I’ve never had a job before and I doubt that I would’ve gotten a job on my own like I am now, so yeah.” Angel nods. “I look forward to working with you, Mob.”

“Yeah, me too!” Mob wears an excited smile. 

Dimple floats down to hover over Reigen’s cup of ramen. “Really? Hiring her as your secretary? Talk about stingy.”

One of Reigen’s eyes twitched at Dimple as he slurped up a large bite of his beef ramen. Though he had ordered four, the fourth one; specifically the pork; was for his lunch tomorrow, not the floating green spirit.

Noodles swallowed, he closed his eyes and spoke confidently. “I think the word you are looking for is ‘practical.’ Plus, her freeing up some of my hours is a great way for her to pay me back for living off me for free.” Reigen set his cup on the table and flashed a sinister grin at Dimple. “What have you ever done for us in return for not exorcising you and keeping you company, huh? Sheesh Dimple, what a freeloader.” Reigen shrugged, picking up his cup and happily getting back to eating.

Dimple grits his teeth and looks like he might start spirit-sweating. “Why, you little—“

“Reigen, should I be coming in to work with you tomorrow?” Angel interrupts Dimple with a tilt of her head. Mob is quick to turn and look at her. 

“W-wait, shouldn’t you rest? That cut on your leg was pretty bad.” He points at the bandage wrapped around her calf. 

“What? That was just a little scratch. It’s all healed up, see?” Angel leans over to set her cup of ramen on the floor and undoes the bandage. The stained cloth unwinds to reveal… a perfectly healed leg with just a bit of scabbing. 

Reigen just about had it with being the only normal person in this group. He tried to hide the look of utter shock that was creeping up on his face as he looked at her wound. “W-well I mean, if you feel eager who am I to stop you,“ he said as he tried to not sound too pushy. “But don’t push yourself, okay?”

“Okay,” says Angel with a smile. Under her breath, she mutters. “It is still kind of itchy.”

“How did it heal so fast…?” Mob leans over on the couch to peer at her healed leg. 

“Yeah… hey, you’re not an esper, are you, lady?” Dimple floats over to her. 

Angel blinks at him. “A what?” 

“An esper is someone who possesses an array of abilities involving their mind. Pyrokinesis, telekinesis, telepathy—just to name a few. Most espers can also naturally see spirits like Dimple here.” Reigen eyes her up slowly as he taps his chin. “Though rare, I have heard of espers who possess healing capabilities. Hah, but I think I would know if a fellow esper was in my house.” He gestured to himself in a glorifying manner and tilted his chin upwards. He sure thought highly of himself.

“Oh, right. You said that you’re a psychic.” Angel tilts her head at Reigen, smiling. There’s a strange narrowing in her eyes, though. “So that must be the kind of ‘mentor’ you are.” 

Mob nods. “That’s right. Master Reigen has been helping me with my powers.” 

Angel hums, leaning over to pick her cup of noodles up and set it in her lap. “Well, I don’t have any powers like that. I guess I just heal fast, that's all.” She lifts a couple of noodles to her lips, mouth opening when— 

“Wait a second.” Dimple leans in close to Angel, squinting. “I didn’t notice it before because it’s so faint but… you’re not entirely human, are you, Angel.” 

Reigen jumps in his seat, screaming in a slight panic. “Whatdoyoumeannotentirelyhuman?!” He looks at Dimple with wide eyes as his face drains of color.

This was the last time he would ever hide a hospital’s experimental patient, no matter how hot they may be. What sort of trouble had they really gotten themselves into here?

Dimple turns to look at Reigen. “What I mean is—“

Broth and noodles phase right through Dimple, splashing directly onto Reigen. Angel’s cup drips empty in her outstretched hand where she stands, trembling and horrified, looking at the two of them like they might hand her in any second. The cup falls to the ground with a ‘pop’ of light styrofoam and Angel’s chopsticks follow suit with a clatter. 

She makes a mad dash for the front door, yanking on the handle — but she can’t seem to figure out how the lock works. She switches gears quickly, disappearing into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. 

Reigen stands, hair and face dripping with broth and his white button-up covered in noodles. He was speechless, unsure of what to do until Angel had rushed past. He’d stood too slowly, grateful when he saw her slam the bathroom door shut. 

Reigen takes a breath, then politely knocks on the door. “Hey uh, listen, Angel. What you are is not going to change how we treat you, alright?” He said as he started plucking noodles from himself. “I understand if you want to stay in there, but could you at least give me a towel or something?” He let out a small laugh as he tried to keep the mood light. This was totally his only clean button-up though. Now he really had to do his laundry.

Reigen is met with silence. 

Mob shuffles up quietly to hand Reigen some tissues—which only help a little with the dripping broth—but they help enough. “It’s true,” Mob says through the door. “Just like how we accept Dimple—and he’s an evil spirit.” 

There’s shuffling from the other side and then a click. One pale eye stares out from the dark of the bathroom. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles. “I panicked… I thought maybe…” she trails off, deciding not to say something. Some more rustling and a towel is held out through the cracked door. 

“You thought they’d turn you in if I told them your secret.” Dimple floats over Reigen’s shoulder. “Trust me, you’re hardly the weirdest thing we’ve seen.” 

Reigen nodded as he took the towel and wiped away what the tissues couldn't, patting at wet spots on his shirt. “We have met normal people stranger than you. Don’t worry. You can trust the three of us,” Reigen said as he held the towel down by his side and smiled charmingly.

“Thank you,” says the woman behind the door. “Um… give me a moment.” It clicks shut again. 

“What did you notice anyway, Dimple?” Mob turns to whisper up at the spirit. “It was so faint… I couldn’t even detect it.” 

Dimple glances at Reigen, looking more evil than normal. “I think I’ll let you two figure it out on your own. Hope you don’t have any allergies, Reigen.” With that, Dimple floats back towards the couch. 

“Allergies??” Reigen whispered in surprise. “What, is she a cat or something?” He said with an annoyed look at Dimple. Stubborn evil spirit. What an asshole, making the two of us work for this. I'll have to wait until Mob figures it out I guess.

By the time Angel returned, Reigen had on a spare shirt and the mess from the noodles had been cleaned up by both him and Mob. 

“How about we get to dyeing your hair?” Mob suggests as he carries the empty noodle bowls to the trash. 

“Okay, I’m ready.” Angel nods a little nervously where she stands beside the couch.

“Do any of you even know how to dye hair?” Dimple points at Reigen. “What if you botch it and make her look bad?” He grins evilly. 

“Please,” Reigen said as he waved a dismissive hand outwards to Dimple. “I have watched plenty of videos online.” His hand curled into a fist, thumb sticking out as he dramatically brought it towards his chest to gesture at himself. “I’ve got this.” 

“Yeah, it can’t be that hard.” Mob reappears by the bathroom door, flicking on the light inside and heading in. 

Everyone follows, watching curiously as Mob gets the box open and sets out three bottles, a pamphlet of instructions, and some plastic gloves. “Um…” Mob looks overwhelmed, looking between the countless rows of instructions and numbered bottles. It’s not long before the pamphlet is handed over to Reigen. 

Reigen carelessly tosses the instructions behind him, going right through Dimple’s face. He grabs the thin plastic gloves and slips them on, their one-size-fits-all material going an inch or so past his wrists. He examines each bottle and then pops open the lid to the bottle labeled ‘one.’ He slowly squeezes both other vials into that one and twists the cap back on, picking up the plastic squeeze bottle and shaking it like a well-practiced mixer at a bar might.

“Wow…” Mob watches with sparkling interest, Angel leaning in as well. 

“You seem pretty experienced. You sure it’s just videos you learned from?” Dimple raises a brow, peering at the color of Reigen’s hair. 

“I am sure.” Hah, too easy. Reigen was pulling this out of his ass. As usual, he had never dyed anyone's hair before, not even his own. He might have watched a video or two, but not enough to be as confident as he was playing up to be. That was always the key, it seemed—not with just Mob and Dimple—but with everyone. If he was confident on the outside, everyone else was too.

As he shook the bottle he turned to Mob. “Get her a towel and try to clip it around her shoulders so that the dye can't get on any of her clothes,” he instructed as he switched hands.

“Right.” Mob nods and exits the bathroom to go and find a towel. He returns with a dark one. “I figured using a black one would be best so you can’t see it’s stained.” He unfolds it, coming around to Angel who has to bend down for him. Mob brings it around her shoulders and secures it with a chip clip in the front, careful with her hair as he lays it out over her shoulders once more. 

Angel stands back up to her full height, looking at Reigen in the mirror curiously.

“Perfect.” Reigen sets down the bottle on the bathroom counter and grabs out a cheap black comb. “Sit down on the toilet so it's easier for me to see.” He said as he leaned in and examined the top of her head closely. “Mob, get me some clothes pins from the kitchen. Drawer closest to the front door,” he said as he began to squirt the cold dye onto the topmost roots of Angel’s head.

The middle schooler jogs out of the bathroom to heed orders, Dimple following as he mutters something under his breath. 

Angel squeezes her eyes shut, stifling a shiver and a laugh at the feeling of the cold liquid on the top of her head. “I’m excited. I wonder what I’ll look like.” Her fingers drum on her thighs, toes wiggling on the cool tile floor. 

“Hopefully unrecognizable– and to my company’s policy, of course,” Reigen said with a quick laugh. Right, can’t let her know how serious this makeover really is. He began rubbing the color into her roots, not bothering with the tips of her hair until all of the roots got colored. 

“I got them,” says Mob as he returns with three clothespins in hand. He holds them out to Reigen. “Wow, the color works fast.” He watches Angel’s hair slowly turns from white to brown. 

“Pretty soon you’ll look like a regular ol’ citizen.” Dimple smiles, coming to float just in front of Angel’s face. She blinks her eyes open and smiles in return, seemingly happy to fit in.

Reigen continued to work his charming magic, eventually using the clips so he could get the underside of her head’s roots. When all of her roots had been thoroughly covered, he squeezed globs of the dye directly into his gloved palm and began massaging and working it into the rest of her still-white hair.

Finally, he was finished.

Reigen removed the gloves carefully, tossing them into a trash can kept under the sink. “What do you think, Angel?” He asked gesturing to the mirror.

Angel stands and peers into the mirror, eyes wide. “It’s dark!” It wasn’t really that dark. But compared to white, it was dark. “How long do I have to leave it in?” She turns, looking at Reigen. 

Mob picks up the discarded instructions, glancing through line after line. “It says here—” 

Reigen interrupts. “While most people would think ‘the longer it sits in the better,’ this is actually not true. After about thirty minutes the dye will set as much as it will and any longer than that could cause damage to your hair.” He didn’t know what he was saying. As always, he just hoped they would take it. “So, to answer your question; I would suggest leaving it in for five to seven minutes, since most of that has already been soaking into your roots for some time now, and your hair was light to start with.” He held his pointer finger up to the sky, eyes closed as if he were reading a script from behind his eyes.

“Wow, master, you really know your stuff.” Mob tosses the instructions in the trash, smiling up at his mentor. 

Angel hums and nods in agreement, taking her seat back on the closed toilet.

“Are you gonna miss your white hair?” Dimple asks her as he pokes a strand of stiff dyed hair that’s sticking out at an odd angle. 

“No.” Angel shakes her head. “That color held a lot of bad memories, so I’m thinking… a new hair color might help put all that behind me.” She twitches a little, hopeful expression faltering. “Ugh— I’ve got an itch…” Fingers reach up to scratch at her scalp but she stops herself, scratching the air instead like it might help. 

“Just hold on for a couple more minutes,” Mob says encouragingly, opening his phone to check the time. “Oh, crap. When did it get so late? Master, I’ve got a test coming up and I should probably be home studying for it. Is it alright if I…?”

Reigen sighs. “I wanted to head to the office today but I did not expect that my bathroom would become a salon when I woke up this morning.” Reigen grabbed the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“You can go Mob, just be sure to come by tomorrow after school,” he said as he looked into Mob’s eyes and gave a small, encouraging smile. 

Mob nods and gives a soft ‘thank you’ before he heads for the door, bidding both adults goodbye.

“Bye Mob!” Angel waves, not noticing the way Dimple squints at Reigen on the way out. When the front door shuts, Angel goes back to drumming her fingers, this time rocking back and forth to some unheard tune. “I’m sorry I dumped ramen on you,” she says between the motions of back and forth. Eyes fixate on the tile. “Um… but maybe after I rinse out my hair, you should shower too. You smell like beef.” 

Reigen held a smile, sweating a little. “Seriously…? Apologizing for throwing your ramen on me, then insulting me for smelling like it? That's pretty cruel.” He smirked down at her as he glanced down at a small watch on his wrist. Two more minutes to go. After a moment he let out a sigh. “I’m just teasing, but seriously, please don’t throw your food on me again,” he said as he quickly walked out the hall to lock the front door and walk back.

“I really didn’t mean to.” Angel grimaced. “I meant to throw it on Dimple—uhm—I was panicking. I didn’t account for the fact that he’s a ghost.” She hunches, elbows resting on her knees and her chin in her palms. She’s… pouting? “And it’s not an insult. You smell like beef right now—and I like beef. But I also like how you normally smell better,” Angel says casually while picking at a fingernail. 

 A bell went off in Reigen’s head. No way, did he have a chance here? She likes how I smell normally…? I have never had a girl tell me that before. That means something good, right? Does that mean she likes me? No, too early to get my hopes up. 

He cleared his throat. “Alright, I believe you. Now, go ahead and take that towel off. I'll start up the shower. Do your best to avoid getting the dye on your clothes when you take them off.” He reached into the shower bath and turned the faucet on, reaching further in to open the drain all the way. “Alright, when I leave and you are undressed, just rinse your hair out until the water stops coming out colored. No need to wash it or anything. If any color got on your skin feel free to use the soap we bought you today to get it off.” Reigen brushed off his hands on his thigh, getting the water off as he stood and casually looked at Angel. “Any questions?”

“Mm-mm.” Angel shook her head ‘no.’  “Oh, but,” she says just as Reigen reaches the door. “Could you bring a pair of underwear in for me?” 

“Right, yeah sure.” He walked out of the bathroom to where they had set the bags after Mob and Dimple had come in and rummaged through until he felt the soft cotton fabric of a pack of underwear. He pulled it out, blushing as he selected a gentle, creamy, green pair and walked back into the bathroom to shyly set them on the counter before shutting the door.

Angel shrugged off her clothes once the door was shut, stepping carefully into the steaming shower. She grimaced at the water, tilting her head back and letting it run through her hair. It felt a little stiff in places from the dye but quickly became uncomfortably slick as it all ran down her figure in a stream of dark brown. Like mud. Angel glances at the brown puddle around the drain before going back to massaging her scalp. 

Something catches the corner of her eye. Turning, Angel looked at the bottle of body wash that sat beside her own brand-new one. Curious fingers take ahold of it and pop the lid. She squeezes the sides lightly, sniffing and chuckling lightly when a few bubbles float into the air. 

Yeah, that was definitely what she was smelling back there in the dressing room at the store. This. She scrubs her hair with one hand and sniffs a little more. Smells really good. 

“Done!” Angel pushes open the bathroom door after twenty minutes in the shower. She paces out into the little hallway, sugary, apple-scented steam from her body wash billowing after her. “What do you think?” She twirls a nervous finger around a strand of damp, golden-brown hair that just reaches her shoulders. It’s hard to focus on her hair though… when she’s wearing nothing but Reigen’s tank top and her underwear. 

Reigen had been in the middle of drinking water when she stepped out and his eyes hit her. He swallowed hard and unexpectedly, tears pushing at his eyes as he took in a breath and began to cough. “W-wow-!” He said in a strained voice. “I-I uh, I almost didn’t recognize you! You scared me.” So that's what he was using as his excuse for choking on his water. Reigen might have just started losing his touch. “You look- it looks great,” he corrected as he forced his wandering eyes to stay on anything above her shoulders.

“Thank you, I’m glad,” says Angel with a smile as she comes closer. She realizes something, sheepishly smiling as she covers her lower half with her hands. “Oh, sorry. I plan to sleep in my underwear since I don’t have pajamas yet, aha.” She passes Reigen, plopping onto the couch and unfolding the blanket she’d used last night, which had been laid neatly over the back of the couch. “Oh, and I didn’t know if I should have gotten out a new towel, so I used the one that was hanging on the towel rack. I hope that’s okay… and I’m sorry if was yours.” 

Reigen nodded and stood from his bed. “It's alright, i'll just use the one we used for your hair,” he said as he grabbed out a new pair of boxers and the same white t-shirt from the night before. “If someone knocks on the door, don’t answer. Uh… some of the neighbors are creepy, so just let them leave on their own okay?” He said as he stood in the doorway, flipping on the fan.

“Okay,” said Angel from the couch as she settled in and got comfortable. 

She doesn’t remember falling asleep… but she does remember waking up only halfway to a breeze that passed by and smelled like Reigen’s soap. Covers rustled distantly and, feeling comfortable and safe, she fell back asleep with no problem.

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do you have a favorite outfit for any/each character?

Hello there, anon!

Since you ask, yes I have some favorites! Generally speaking, I like all of their demon forms and most of their human world outfits. Everything else is hit or miss, but I also have a lot of yokai outfits that I like. I'm going to link to their pages in the Obey Me wiki so you can see which ones I mean because if I put all the pictures in one post it'd probably get crazy long! Also, this is the main gallery page for the outfits in case anyone is interested!

Lucifer: My favorite is his yukata outfit. There is just something about that look on him... I think it really fits him and I love the colors. I also like his yokai and bunny boy outfits! Lucifer in heels oof.

Mammon: Okay well my favorite is probably his demon form I dunno what it is about that outfit but I love it. But aside from that, I'd say my favorite is his butler outfit. Pretty sure it's the choker I like hee hee. I'm also fond of his chess outfit and I liked his latest Halloween outfit! Likely due to the boob window and that collar situation. Sorry Mams, I don't mean to objectify you but... uh...

Levi: Favorite is definitely the yokai outfit! I just really like the colors and I think he looks so cute! I also like his yukata and also his recent Halloween one! It was absolutely the cat ears, he just looks so cute with them.

Satan: It was a close one with him, my first instinct was the yokai outfit, but I really think my favorite one of his is the animal look! He looks like a catboy rogue DnD character, I absolutely love it so much lol. But the yokai look is a close second! I also really love his TSL look.

Asmo: He has a few because he looks so good in a lot of his outfits, but I think my favorite is actually the yukata. I love the gloves and the anklet and the colors and the pattern... it's so good! But my second favorite is this Halloween outfit. Absolutely amazing. I also love his TSL outfit, it's giving evil queen and I am loving it lol. I also think Asmo looks good in darker colors and they tend to put him in light colors and whites. So I think that's why I like those two. I also have to mention his angel look because it's just really pretty and fits him so well.

Beel: Bunny boy. That is absolutely my favorite. I love how this big guy looks in that bunny boy outfit it's so cute. And the undone bowtie? Perfect. I love it lol. I also really like his angel outfit and surprisingly I was fond of his gakuran outfit? I'm not sure what it is about that one that I liked. Oh but I also liked his more recent Halloween outfit!

Belphie: I love his yokai outfit! And I'm also really fond of his yukata and his bunny boy look! I love that his bunny boy outfit has a grey shirt instead of white, it suits him really well. And the yukata has some of my favorite color combinations - purple, yellow, and black - and I love the pattern too.

Diavolo: I think his Arabian outfit is actually my favorite! I'm not sure what it is, the color scheme maybe? Though most of his outfits are red and black so who knows lol. I also really like his bunny boy outfit and his vampire outfit! What can I say, the man looks good in a suit. I'd like his white suit more if it didn't have those goofy boots.

Barbatos: Can I choose them all? Lol. Obviously I have a bias so I love this guy in all his outfits. I really really love his demon look and his human world look. I think the human world outfit is my favorite. But if I had to choose another one, it'd probably be his Arabian outfit because wow we've never seen that much of his skin ever. I also really like his vampire outfit. His white suit is definitely the best one of them all... they made them so gaudy, but his is actually really nice. I could do without the weird flares at the bottom of his pants, but otherwise I like it.

Simeon: This was nearly impossible. Simeon is so beautiful and they actually gave him some really good outfits. But I think his animal outfit is my favorite. But I also love his yokai outfit. And his Arabian clothes... and his bunny boy look... and this suit... and also his white suit is actually not bad... ugh he just looks so good in all of them?? I guess that's what happens when you're so pretty lol.

Solomon: His yokai outfit is my favorite. Aside from his usual sorcerer look, that is. It just fits him so well and I love the colors and the patterns. I also really like his animal look and of course his slutty Arabian clothes lol.

Luke: Definitely the yokai for this guy, too. He looks so adorable!! But I also really love his onesie and his animal look! I swear in that last one he looks like a little steampunk Chihuahua and it's so freakin cute!! And I just like the onesie patterns.

Well, as usual, I perhaps overdid it, but these are my favorites! I really wish they'd bring the yokai outfits into Nightbringer and give the side characters yukata outfits! That would make me very happy. But yeah we'll see what they do. I'm curious because I feel like it doesn't make sense not to have those outfits in Nightbringer. But we'll see!

[meraki-yao]

So here's the thing

The first time, first time that I saw Nick in my life, ever

Was this video

(yes I'm a two set violin fan)

Nick, babygirl, I love you but you... don't know how to play the violin

The thing is Nick's previous films misled me on his musical skills so much! There's this that made me think that he didn't know music but turns out he's great with a guitar and a piano

And then there's me listening to his cover of "Somebody to Love" in Cinderella which for some reason sounds so damn autotuned, which made me think that he can't sing, but then I got into RWRB and went to check his IG and OH GOD HE HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL

Still wondering if I'll do like a reaction post of Cinderella 2021 if I have the time. I showed my sister some bits and she gave some pretty memeable quotes such as her commentary on Princess Gwen's ballgown made my Cinderella (and these are direct quotes):

The flesh colour makes her look naked 

this looks like a bad attempt at a toga

When I thought of the necklace thing, I was thinking should I say chest or boobs?

so maybe we'll do it together? Idk

Either way, thank God Nick's doing better projects now (and hoping for the same for Taylor as well)