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whlfchn · 1 year

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first time ~ bang chan

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

rating: 18+! warnings below cut!

genre: some fluff, smut, soft!dom chan

synopsis: in which a late night visit turns into one of the first of many thrilling nights

notes: finally reposting on my new blog whlfchn!

warnings: smut, some praising, soft dom, riding, sex, breast play

!my content is not suitable for minors! 18+ only! by reading more you consent to being 18+ and to nsfw content and take all responsibility!

you washed the dishes, tidied your apartment, scrolled through your phone, but just couldn't focus. all that could be heard was your thoughts.

as always, chan was running late. you weren't upset he was late but you were worried for him. ever since you knew him he would work to the point of no return. the members would always tell him to go home and not overwork himself, but he was a hard worker. he would stay up all night in the studio. It always worried you, but now that you were dating it worried you even more. he was yours and you were his. you wanted him to take care of himself.

you only started dating a little over two months ago. you knew each other for years, but it was never the right time and you were both extremely shy to tell the other how you felt. it naturally happened after hanging out to get food, late night talks, and you visiting him in the studio often. you both felt safe with each other, always giggling, thinking about each other, eager to learn more, and eager for more than just friendship. you finally told each other how you felt and got together.

you've been together a lot since you started dating, but these past weeks he's been extremely busy and staying at the studio later than he said he would. you were feeling a little lonely. tonight you were supposed to watch some movies, cuddle and order some takeout. however he was running late again which was becoming common. you felt lonely, but more concerned that he was overworking himself.

which is why you decided to call lee know since chan wasn't picking up.

"hey lino, how are you?", you smiled.

"hey y/n? I'm good... what do you want?" he groaned jokingly and giggled while you could hear the faint sound of meows in the background.

"always so nice to me lino," you giggled.

"do you know where chan is? he was in the studio when I last spoke to him and he was supposed to meet me like 30 minutes ago, but he isn't picking up." you frowned and sighed.

"last I saw he was still in his studio working on our new song. we told him to go home with the rest of us, but he insisted on finishing this tonight. I told him if he didn't stop by midnight I would hurt him so I guess it's looking like I'll have to do that tomorrow," he said while thinking of all the ways he could go about this punishment.

"no need no need! I think i'm going to check up on him and bring him some food, since I know for a fact he probably hasn't eaten," you tell him in the hopes chan wont get his butt whooped by lee know tomorrow.

"yahh, don't interrupt my plans, and nope we only had lunch and since he hasn't left yet he definitely hasn't eaten yet. well... get him back to your place or home soon or else I will beat him up tomorrow for working late again," he told you.

with that you quickly said your goodbye and got ready to leave. on the way there you picked up some takeout.

now here you were, outside his studio door, with food in hand. you knocked on the door.

"channie? it's me y/n," you said to no avail when nothing was said in return.

you opened the door slowly peeking your head in and saw him sitting on his chair facing the computer with headphones on. no wonder he couldn't hear you. as you opened the door he sighed heavily and took off his headphone leaning further back in his chair facing away from the door. he still hadn't noticed your presence.

"channie?," you whispered when he finally noticed you and jumped a little.

"you scared me," he said giggling and running his hand over his face to cover the embarrassment.

you put your bags down on the couch and walked over to him. he turned the chair around and opened his legs a little further and grabbed onto your waist while you went to grab his face and lean down to give him a peck on the lips. he smiled tiredly then quickly looked at the time on his watch and brought one hand up to his face sighing.

"baby, i'm so sorry. I didn't realize I was this late," he pouted to you. he looked so cute you couldn't resist, but gave him another peck on the lips.

"it's okay, I was more worried that you were overworking yourself and didn't eat yet. soooooo.... I brought you some food," you told him, freeing yourself from him and grabbing the bag of takeout to put on his desk. the moment he saw it he gave you the cheekiest smile and he showed those dimples you loved so much.

"baby you didn't have to, I was late and lost track of time and you still do this for me, I really don't deserve it," he said pouting those cute lips again.

you giggled and put the food on his table while feeling his eyes roam your body and outfit. you were wearing sweatpants and a tight cropped tank top.

"channie you deserve the best, it's really no problem," you said, turning to the side and smiling at him. he melted at how cute this was and how beautiful you were.

"thankyou baby, but I still have so much I have to finish tonight," he said, sighing. he then proceeded to start grabbing some food and smiling like a little kid who got sweets.

"it's okay, I understand, that's why i'll join you until you finish," you say smiling while grabbing some food then going to sit on the couch.

"baby, i'm probably going to be here for a while, I don't want to make you be here that long all bored and waiting on me," he said while digging into his food.

"it's okay channie, I don't mind and this way I'll know you wont get home too late and overwork yourself," you say smiling at him.

"okay baby, i'll be right here if you need something, you're the best," he says smiling at you then proceeds to turn around in his chair to start working on his computer again while eating.

you continue eating while listening to the music and beats he's doing on the computer. he connected to the speaker so that you were included somehow while he worked. once you were done eating you proceeded to lay down on the couch and relax. after a while you got a little bored and started watching chan work. you couldn't help, but notice how beautiful your boyfriend was no matter what he wore or did. he had on his snug black t-shirt, gray sweatpants, his chain around his neck. you noticed how his shirt accentuated his muscles which led to his bracelet on those veiny hands with the nails painted black. you pictured those veiny hands wrapped around your throat. you quickly shook your head fast to stop thinking about those things. you were slowly getting hornier.

you weren't together that long and chan was busy most nights so you guys haven't gotten that far yet. the most you've done is make out, grind against each other on his lap, and feel each other up. you would have gone farther if changbin didn't get home earlier than he was supposed to that day and walk in on you guys on the couch. It was awkward and embarrassing to say the least. your boyfriend just looked so damn yummy tonight you couldn't help, but think of him that way. you were slowly getting sexually frustrated. you knew he would stare at your ass, get all flirty with you at times, and you might have noticed his pants were left really snug after some hot make out sessions. so you knew he was interested in more too, but you just never found a perfect moment and had the time.

he looked so good tonight and you wanted more than just pecks on the lips. so you decided to sit up from the couch and walk up behind him wrapping your arms around his neck while giving him a couple kisses on the cheek. he hummed and smiled while continuing to work. he didn't tell you anything so you continued. you gave him slower kissing on his cheek and slowly started kissing down to his neck. once you got to his neck his hands halted for a quick second but continued his work. he stayed quiet this time. so you decided to start kissing his neck and lightly sucking on it. doing it just enough, but not too long or hard to leave a mark. that's when he froze.

"baby, what are you doing?," he giggled a bit while biting his bottom lip.

"just showing you how much I missed you," you said before continuing to tease his neck a little more by licking and biting the spots you sucked on. he sucked in a sharp breath and you could swear you heard a small moan.

"baby, I missed you too, but I have work I need to finish," he told you firmly. he might have liked that, but chan has a lot of self control.

"work can wait baby, you need a break, pleaseee" you said, stopping what you were doing and pouting at him cutely. he smiled warmly at your reaction and gave you a peck on the lips. you both smiled fondly at each other. which then turned into another and another peck until you started kissing. It started off slowly. lips matching perfectly to each other. it was as if you melted into the kiss and it quickly got faster and intoxicating. you caught his bottom lip with your teeth giving it a little tug. he started breathing heavily and separated from your lips moving his chair around to face you. he then met your lips again and grabbed your waist. you put your hands on his shoulders and got on the chair to straddle his lap.

you started to swirl your tongue against his and got lost in the sensation. you slowly ran your hands through his hair and pulled on it. he moaned into the kiss and bit your bottom lip. he slowly started running his hands down your waist to your hips. fingers hesitant on grabbing your ass. so you took one hand out of his hair and put it on top of his and brought it to your ass. that gave him the go ahead to squeeze it and give it a little slap which caused you to moan into his mouth. you started to grind your hips against his causing you both to moan. he put both hands on your ass helping you grind harder against him. your head started getting dizzy from the lust. he stopped kissing you and kept his hands on your ass, but took the pressure off a bit.

"baby, mhmm.... maybe we should stop, I really need to work" he grunted out while biting his lips watching you still grind against him.

"do you want to stop?," you said, slowing down your hips a bit watching him for his reaction and response. he bit his lip even harder and closed his eyes looking up and sighed. you could tell he was trying to regain self control.

"things are getting a little... intense to say the least and we are in the studio baby, you don't deserve to be in this little chair," he said licking his lips and looking at you with his eyes slightly hooded.

"as long as i'm with you I could care less where we are, with you anywhere is perfect," you told him, starting to pick the pace back up.

"are you sure you want to continue baby?," he said, slightly gripping your ass more.

"yes baby, work can wait. I want you and I could tell you want me too," you said looking down at his crotch smirking. you could feel his hard length under you between the fabric. making you want him even more. you brought your lips inches apart, lips brushing against each other.

"fuck it," he muttered meeting your lips hungrily and gripping your ass to grind hard against him. you started running your hands from his shoulders to his torso. you teasingly lifted his shirt a bit touching his abs. he shivered from the touch of your cold delicate hands. he took one hand off your ass slowly going from your waist to your boobs and gave you a squeeze before leading up to your throat to hold it on one side while detaching his lips from yours to land on your neck.

he started to suck on your neck while one hand slapped your ass hard making you let out a breathy moan. you were feeling dizzy and wanted some more. you brought your hands down to his hard length and cupped him causing him to nip at your neck. you started to rub your hand up and down teasing him. he was leaving hickeys all over your neck which you were more than okay with, but slightly irritated because you wanted to do the same, but couldn't because his makeup artists would kill him and you. he knew this and was doing it on purpose.

once you started rubbing him faster he stopped sucking your neck.

"hold on to me baby," he whispered to you while holding your thighs. you wrapped your hands around his neck and then he lifted you up from the chair and found your lips again, starting to move towards the couch. he sat down with you on top of him straddling and instantly moved his hands to your ass again. you started to tug at his shirt asking for him to take it off. he let your lips go and took off his shirt throwing it behind the couch.

your lips found each other again and you instantly went to touch his abs and bring your hands up and down feeling him up. he put his hands on your waist slightly tugging at the tank top. you crossed your hands under your shirt and took it off throwing it behind the couch. he looked at your body with such lust, hunger, and hooded eyes. he started to bring his hands to your chest and slowly rubbed your breasts through your red lace bra causing your breath to hitch.

"Is this okay baby?, if you ever want me to stop you tell me and i'll stop right away," he said pausing his movement and looking you in the eyes with such sincerity and care.

"of course baby, I want this, I want you," you said, biting your lip waiting for his response.

"I want you too baby," he rasped while bringing his lips to yours and then slowly trailing kisses down your neck and finally to your chest. he looked up at you while slowly licking your breasts through your bra. it was lace and see through so you were able to feel his warm wet tongue on your now hardened peaks. he brought one hand to rub your other breast before dipping into the bra and flicking your nipple causing you to moan from all these sensations. he switched breasts to give the other one the same attention. he soon brought his hand to your back near the clasp looking up at you for confirmation. you gave him a nod and that gave him the okay to undo your bra and your breasts bounced out of the bra causing him to grunt at the view.

"you're so fucking perfect," he said before latching his mouth onto your nipple. swirling his tongue, sucking, then biting it lightly. you felt your panties start to pool a bit. you couldn't take it anymore.

"baby, I need more. I want to feel you inside me," you murmured. you were normally a fan of more foreplay and oral, but you needed to feel his throbbing length inside of you. this tension has been building up for a long time. he let go of your nipple.

"say please?," he said while holding your chin up with two fingers to look at him. he had this playful look in his eyes. he loved to tease and flirt with you, but seeing you like this drove him mad. he was teasing you, but anything you wanted and asked for he would do in an instant.

"please baby, I can't sit still," you moaned, waiting for his response. he kissed your neck.

"good girl, anything you want," he rasped while bringing his lips to kiss you again before tugging at your waist band and slowly putting his hand further down your pants reaching your aching wet core. you flinched a little at the touch of the exact spot you needed him inside of. he slowly started to tease your folds going up and down, semi entering his fingers then rubbing, teasing, and going slow on your nub. once you moaned louder he stopped his movements.

"you're so wet. that's so fucking hot," he rasped out.

"take your clothes off. right now.," he growled into your ear.

he took his hands out of your panties that were now drenched. you got up from his lap and slowly started pulling your pants down along with your panties. chan did not take his eyes off of you. he was eating you up. this was the first time he saw you completely naked and from this day forward he would worship you and your beautiful body.

"so fucking perfect, i'm the luckiest man," he whispered.

he then took two fingers and motioned for you to start coming closer to him again.

"I want you to take off my clothes, think you can do that for me beautiful?," he said while tracing your bare thighs and teasingly going near your core. he bit your lip and shook your head yes.

"I need you to use your words baby," he demanded sweetly while "accidently" brushing your core. this made you shiver.

"yes-ss," you eagerly said while bringing your hands down his chest to his waist band tugging on it. he lifted his hips to help you take them off. you took his boxers down with his sweatpants. his hard length popped out and slapped against his stomach. it was glistening with pre-cum and was thick and veiny. your mouth got watery thinking about how good he would feel inside of you.

"I want you to show me how much you missed me," he said while grabbing his wallet from his pants on the floor, throwing it next to him and bringing you to sit on his lap. he was referring to the comment you made when you started this.

"but first. are you sure you want to do this? just tell me to stop and I'll stop," he said while caressing your cheek and tracing your lips.

"i'm sure baby," you told him eagerly. he then grabbed his wallet and popped a condom out. he threw the wallet on the floor and put one side in his mouth and opened it with one hand while the other was squeezing your ass. while he was getting the condom out you grabbed his hard length and spread the pre cum up and down his length causing him to grunt and moan. you started jerking him off slowly until he finally started to put the condom on his length. once it was on you found each other's lips and it was the sweetest, and tastiest kiss. tongues slowly swirling.

"are you ready baby?," he said while positioning you both. ready when you are.

"yes baby," you said before finding his lips. he then lowered you down his length, entering you slowly. you both moaned into the kiss. you continued kissing while you adjusted to his length. you dug your nails into his shoulders starting to slowly bounce up and down.

" that's it baby, you're doing such a good job," he grunted while slapping your ass causing you to moan and start going faster. lust started taking over and you were going as fast as you could. all that could be heard in the dark room was moaning and skin on skin. he started to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while filling you up with his length. he felt so filling and so good in you. it was intoxicating. your thighs were starting to get sore from all the bouncing and starting shaking a little, but you couldn't stop, it felt so good. chan sensed this.

"hold on tight baby," he says as he stands up gripping your thighs wrapped around his waist while he's still inside you. bringing his lips to yours while gently slamming your body against a wall and pounding into you.

he was pounding into you so fast and rough you couldn't even think. It felt so good. your nerves were on fire. you started to squeeze on his length causing him to grunt and moan louder and louder as time went on. you could tell he was close with how sloppy it got, but so were you.

he then walked over to the couch with you on top. as you were about to start riding to continue chasing your coming orgasm he lifted his thighs up forcefully causing you to fall on his chest as he brought his hips up and started slamming into you while his hands rested on your back holding you in place. the sensation of your nipples rubbing against his hard chest and his hard and long length slamming into you had your muscles tightening, back arching, and legs trembling. it felt so good and rough. you bit down on his shoulder near his neck to suppress your loud moans causing him to grunt and moan the loudest you've heard him so far. finally your walls fluttered around his length and you came. the sensation of your walls closing around him made chan cum right after you with the sexiest moan escaping his lips.

you put all your weight on him huffing and breathing hard starting to come down from your orgasm. he was also breathing hard and started rubbing small circles on your back. you both met each other's eyes after catching your breath a bit and gave each other a sweet kiss that spoke words about how amazing it was. once you broke the loving kiss you remembered something and checked the time on the clock in the room.

"not to ruin the moment, but it's 12:30 am baby... lee know said you had to leave by 12:00am or else he was going to make you suffer," you told him.

his eyes bulged out of his head and all you could do was giggle at this moment and how far you guys came after all these years.

what you didn't know was this was only the first of many amazing nights together.

disclaimer: my writing is intended for entertainment and does not represent any real person! the names are used for purely fictional purposes!

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silent-stories · 1 year

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 - 𝟒

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Your house is full of people but you are still waiting for him.

Part 3

There were too many people and they were definitely too loud. Your house was full of groups of people scattered in different rooms dancing to some terrible music they had put on, laughing, joking and drinking and the only person you really wanted to be there with you was not there.

At least not yet.

"My room is off limits to all of you!" You yelled as you made your way through the sea of people. "Try to enter and you'll see!"

You weren't sure anyone heard you, though.

You dropped onto the couch in the corner of your livingroom with a sigh as your gaze fell on Aaron talking to Jason across the room.

It came natural to you rolling your eyes at the sight of them; Aaron's smile bothered you more and more every time you saw him and Jason had drunk a disgusting amount of whiskey.

You really wished Robin had come but she told you her mom didn't let her out so late.

At least no one was using the pool outside.

"Hey, Y/N!" Aaron raised a hand to get your attention, yelling to be heard over the loud music. "Aren't you coming to dance with us?"

"No thanks! I'm fine sitting here." You answered quickly.

If you ever danced with anyone, they were the last people in the world you wanted to dance with.

You couldn't wait for that stupid party to be over and everyone to go back to their homes but since they had started arriving around 11pm you were sure they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

You found yourself looking out the window, scanning your garden where some guys were smoking and talking to each other, looking for him.

Because you were still hoping Eddie would show up.

You knew he'd said "maybe" and that didn't mean he'd come but you couldn't help but keep hoping because that hope was the only thing you were holding on to endure that night.

You weren't stupid, you knew he had said he wasn't sure if he would be there or not because of all the other people at the party, like Jason who didn't spend a single day of his life yelling "freak" at him when he saw him in the hallway and everyone who laughed when he did that.

And you wouldn't have been mad at Eddie or disappointed if he didn't show up because you knew his situation but part of you hoped that he trusted you enough to know that you weren't going to let anyone say something bad about him inside your house, that you would always protect him.

At that moment, you saw your cat walking between people's feet and when Aaron almost ran over her as he went to get a bottle of beer from the fridge without even worrying about it, you got up and quickly reached her, taking her in your arms and carrying her to the couch with you.

"I don't like this party either." You said as you put her back down after petting her head, receiving a "meow" in response, and your gaze returned to the window.

This time however there was something different.

A van you knew too well was parked across the road from your house, slightly hidden by a tree.

But it was there.

And it was Eddie's van.

You suddenly stood up as if something had stung you and you headed for the door of your house.

You felt the cool night air on your bare skin as you went outside and you saw the heads of the guys who were still out there turning in your direction, probably wondering if you were leaving your own party.

But you didn't mind about them, because Eddie was there now.

When you reached his van, you circled around it, to find him leaning against its side, facing your neighbors house so no one at the party could see him yet.

"Hey." You smiled.

He raised his head and a shy smile appeared on his lips when he saw you too. "Hi."

You always liked his smile but that one time it wasn't the same as always and you noticed it right away.

"You don't know how glad I am you came." You positioned yourself in front of him and from his expression you understood that something was wrong.

"I can't." He said as he began to play with the silver rings on his fingers.

"You can't do what?"

"I can't come in and you know it." He muttered.

"Eddie-"

"You're you. And I'm me. And there's a lot of people in there. And I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so sorry because I really want to spend more time with you but I can't. I can't if they're there too." He lifted his head and looked at you with his big chocolate brown eyes, reminding you so much of a scared puppy at the side of the road.

"It's okay." You whispered. You didn't know why you felt the need to say it, you just wanted that expression on his face to disappear, that broken look in his eyes to leave, and his usual smile that you liked so much to return.

"Don't be mad at me, please. I just came to tell you how things are. To tell you I really want to, but I can't."

"I could never be mad at you, Eddie."

He gave you that look again and you wanted so much to hug him, hold him close and tell him everything was going to be fine.

"I have an idea." You said instead.

"What?" He frowned.

"I have an idea." You repeated. "We'll only have to go inside for a second."

His eyes were still saying "I can't".

"Please." You reached out a hand to him. "It will be just a moment, I promise." Your voice was tender.

Eddie stared at it like a hesitant animal scared that someone might hurt him.

"Do you trust me?" You asked.

He nodded.

You smiled.

Then he grabbed your hand.

As you guided him to the door of your house, speeding through your garden, Eddie felt like a lamb getting closer and closer to the slaughter, he felt like it was a trap.

He knew you would never do that, that you wouldn't let him in the house just so people could laugh at him but he couldn't shake that feeling that was telling him to turn and run away.

He squeezed your hand tighter and took a deep breath as he crossed the threshold of the door, entering the house.

He quickly noticed some people he'd seen before at school, some cheerleaders, some members of the basketball team from their fifth grade, Aaron and Jason.

Their eyes were all on him.

Suddenly Eddie felt like he was seven years old again, when the kids of his class invited him to a party and he only found out that it had been cancelled when he showed up.

Or maybe there had never been any party.

The only difference was that this time the party was real and everyone was watching him. Holding your hand.

Eddie wondered if you knew what you were getting yourself into, what stupid way you had decided to doom yourself.

You led Eddie through the flood of people seemingly heading to the other side of the house where a corridor led to the other rooms, still holding his hand in yours, giving him just that little bit of security he badly needed at that moment.

A hand on your shoulder suddenly made you turn around.

"What's the freak doing here?" Spat Jason, now in front of you, Eddie could smell the alcohol on his breath even from his position.

The voice in his head kept repeating the word "trap".

"It's my party. So I invite whoever I want. Who invited you, instead? Because I certainly didn't fucking do it."

Jason stared at you with his bloodshot eyes, opened his mouth to say something and then closed it, finding nothing to argue with.

"Exactly." You said before walking past him, not forgetting to bump your shoulder into his as you passed him and pulled Eddie with you, away from the music, the crowd and their prying eyes.

The last thing you saw before leaving the room was Aaron's gaze, cold and fixed on you, as if he was the one of the two who was mad.

He looked like a predator waiting in the shadows for its prey to approach or get distracted to spring forward and attack. For a moment you even thought that he would, that he would go after you.

But he didn't.

You only left Eddie's hand when you opened a door and softly pushed him inside and he immediately began to miss the feeling of safety he only felt when your hand was in his. He glimpsed a cat darting between your legs and sneaking into the room with you before I closed the door.

"It's a little messy but we'll make it right." You said as you sat on the edge of the bed in the room.

That was the moment Eddie realized he was in your bedroom.

It wasn't very big but it certainly was compared to Eddie's room in his trailer, and the walls were covered in posters and drawings.

It wasn't perfect but it was so you.

And maybe for that very reason, in a certain way it was perfect.

"Why did you bring me here?" He asked again looking around, realizing that finally he didn't need to scream anymore to hear his voice since in that part of the house the music was distant and muffled.

"You said you wanted to spend more time with me, didn't you?" You took off your boots and left them at the foot of the bed, then settled yourself with your back against the wooden headboard. "I have plenty of movies that we can see and we have all night since the others don't seem to want to leave." You added by pointing at the small tv in your room.

He liked how you referred to the people at the party as "the others," almost as if it was just you two and "the others" in the world.

Eddie thought that if a month earlier someone had told him that that day he would have been in your room, and you would have offered him to watch movies with you all night while in your own house there was a party going on, he would never have believed it.

"Are you gonna sit or not?" You exclaimed, reaching towards him who was still standing, grabbing his arm and making him fall on the bed next to you.

And Eddie laughed, really laughed for the first time that night.

He laughed because he was grateful that you brought him there with you, that you didn’t leave him with the people at the party and he was simply grateful that you were a part of his life.

At that moment, the cat who had entered the room with you jumped onto the bed and walked slowly towards Eddie, her little paws sinking into the mattress.

The cat sniffed Eddie's hand and he giggled, then ran his ringed fingers through her fur as she began to purr.

You laughed. "Her name is Bones."

"What kind of name is Bones?"

"I found her in the trash can behind my house, some kind of monster had left her there. And she was just skin and bones when I took her home with me, that's where the name comes from." You explained as the cat curled up on Eddie's lap.

"Hi bones." Eddie said as he stroked the space between the cat's little ears. "I like her."

But I like you better.

"She likes you too." You smiled.

Eddie for a moment almost thought you were talking about someone else.

You spent all night watching movies next to him, your shounders touching, going from horror to adventure to fantasy.

You didn't tell him how glad you were that he was there, that he trusted you when he grabbed your hand and that you would have happily spent the rest of your life in your room with him, watching movies and listening to the stupid but funny comments he made from time to time.

You hoped he knew.

You liked the way he interacted with Bones, how he spoke to her in a soft, calm tone of voice and how he gently petted her fur.

When you saw moments like that one, you wondered how people could think he was the leader of a satanic cult, how they could still call him "freak" even though Eddie was the complete opposite.

Sometimes you turned to him, finding the colored lights from the TV reflecting off his face and always the same thought would appear in your head.

He's pretty.

He wasn't in the same way that Aaron was, with his blond hair and green eyes, he was in an unconventional way, in a way that made you want to run your hands through his dark curls and look into his puppy eyes for hours.

It was after three in the morning when you and Eddie realized that there were no more voices, laughter and music.

You both walked out of your room, looking around and finding your house empty and in a complete mess.

Bottles and glasses were scattered everywhere, some even broken into pieces. Crumbs and spilled alcohol covered the floor. There were also some feathers lying around the room so probably someone had had a pillow fight.

"Great. Really great." You commented, already thinking that you would have kept cleaning everything until morning.

You were about to tell Eddie he could go home but he spoke first.

"Where do we start from?" He asked, walking over to the cushions on the floor and picking them up.

Of course Eddie wasn't going to leave you alone.

You couldn't help but smile.

Part 5

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strawberry-cowmilk · 1 year

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the brothers meeting mc's cat

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

do not let satan see the cat or he will get the headache of his life

at first he doesn't really care for the cat but he must admit they are cute

lucifer may or may not be quietly hoping for your cat to come sit down in his lap or something

he sits near the cat and sometimes hopefully glances over to them

don't point it out though

Mammon

immediately runs over to the cat and if they don't run away he'll start petting them and talking to them in one of those high pitched voices

the shame sets in once he realises you saw how happy he was to see a cat

'uh no mc you must have seen it wrong, I was just clearing my throat'

he will not be quiet about it if the cat meows at him

Leviathan

he'll admire the cat from afar he doesn't feel like petting them

because what if your cat hates him and scratches him

if the cat comes near him on their own he will try petting but will pull his hand away if the cat does that thing where they look up when you're trying to pet them

also levi thinks it super cute when cats loaf

Satan

you have just made his entire week simply by owning a cat

no matter how shy your cat might be eventually they will warm up to satan, since he knows many different types of cats

he always says 'oh big stretch' when your cat stretches

his whole ddd might crash due to the huge amount of pictures he will take of your cat

he will not leave the cat's side when they're in the same room

Asmodeus

he will take selfies with your cat first of all, also pictures with you, him and the cat together if you're okay with it

even if the cat doesn't like new people or something and they're sitting somewhere on a high shelf asmo will take a selfie with the cat in the background

if the cat is an adult he'd like to see pictures from back when they were a kitten of you have those

Beelzebub

he thinks your cat is adorable but he probably won't try to pet them as often as some of the others might try

beel will pet the cat when they approach him though

one time he put his workout mat on the floor and left it unattended for 5 minutes, he came back and your cat was sleeping on it

anyways beel did the workout on the floor without mat and let the cat sleep

Belphegor

he goes 'omg a cat' for a while before it kind of gets old

he does like to pet your cat though when they come to him, he loves how the fur feels (if your cat has fur)

belphie stares in admiration at how your cat can sleep in some insane positions

he did buy your cat a pillow once because he thought it would be cute

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neoarchipelago · 9 months

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Guys... Someone stop me please... I'M AT 18 PAGES THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE SHOT, the obsessive!neighbor Konig is killing me. The duality of him in this fic is perfect... I'm loving this... But also... IT'S TOO MUCH MIKA FUCKING STOP.

"Schatz… I just wanted to help you-" he tried.

"I can take care of myself! You had no right to do this! And behind my back!" You cried out, turning away, heading for the door.

You barely took two steps towards the front door before being picked up and turned around. You yelped, Konig walking you to the couch, forcing you to lay down as he hovered over you. You frowned looking up at him angrily, fear creeping on you.

"Konig-" you started.

You could see his chest rise rapidly, muscles of his arms strained. You felt trapped, your own heartbeat stammering in your ears. His hair fell on either side of his shoulders, framing the small part of his face you could see. His pupils dilated almost eclipsing the deep clear green of his irises.

"I… es tu mir leid…" he let out, almost out of breath. "I didn't want to make you angry… I.. wanted to help you…"

"I don't-"

"Because I care!" He spilled out, interrupting you. You blinked slightly shocked. Of course you cared about each other but, it had been something silent, untold between the two of you.

"I care about you too… Konig." You whispered, feeling your anger slightly drowning out. "But… it makes me feel bad to see you spend all your money on me… ashamed…" you explained.

"No no! I have plenty of money!" He argued. "Please, let me spend it on you. Don't be ashamed, I like it, makes me happy to see you without worry… bitte…" he nuzzled in your neck, making you blush madly. You should push him away, stop his hands from snaking under you, one arm strongly wrapping around your waist to keep you against him. You had to spread your legs widely to make room for him.

"Es tut mir wirklich leid, bitte.." you closed your eyes, feeling the vibration of his words as his mask grazed your neck. You had to stop yourself from moaning.

"Konig-" you tried again.

He leaned back up, the hand under you, resting on your back, raising back up to roughly rip the black facemask away from his face. You gasped, taking in his face, finally revealed to you. The soft stubble of his beard, his lips, grazed with a small scar as well. Your eyes scanned every inch of his face, memorizing every detail.

"Please don't leave… I'm sorry…" he whined, worry completely washing his features. You melted. Completely. You couldn't think properly, the way you felt overwhelmed your reason. He was standing over you, face bare of anything to hide himself, pleading for you to stay. Your brain couldn't process your words.

"I'm not going anywhere Konig…" you whispered, your hands cupping his face. He leaned against your touch, eyes closing in relief. "Hey… look at me." He obeyed immediately, eyes scanning your face. "Don't do things behind my back again… we… we need to talk about things like this… please."

He nodded almost frantically. Making you crack a smile. He dropped down to kiss your cheek, making you blush madly again and let out a shy giggle. Sneaky took the opportunity to meow loudly, breaking the growing tension. You both looked towards the sound, behind the couch.

"I think he's impatient to try his cat trees…" you said. Konig smiled, ready to stand to dutyfuly start assembling them when you wrapped your legs around his waist keeping him pinned to you. He eyed you darkly at your movement. You bit your lip, his eyes strained on the sinful move.

"Thank you… for paying my tuition…" you said solemnly.

He nodded slowly as you unwrapped your legs from his waist, his brows twitching at the loss. He slowly rose back to his feet offering you a hand. You cleared your throat, sheepishly looking away. Sneaky meowed again, making you chuckle before walking towards your purchase, looking back to Konig to beckon him to follow you, which he did like a puppy.

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"Hase!" He snapped.

When you remained silent, he dived down to your neck, teeth sinking into your shoulder. You cried out, trying to free your hands but you could barely do anything at all. You panted, feeling him bite and suck at your skin, shoulder, neck, collarbone. You'd be painted with his marks by morning. He pulled you up by your wrists, still holding them in one hand. Your eyes widened, watching his other hand unbuckle his belt and pull it off.

"Konig!"

"I'm not going to take you!" He said. "Not without your permission…" he growled

His soft words were completely opposite of his actions as he tied your wrists to the headboard. With now free movements he could truly go through your whole body. The swell of your breasts, your ribs, your hips, your breath hitched as he trailed down your stomach, your navel, over your clothed pussy before settling in between your thighs. He took his time with your inner thighs, biting and bruising the soft skin. You felt the tears prickle at your eyes.

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Enjoy the sneak peaks

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sanguinesky-if · 6 days

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This is a tumblr classic but the ros' reaction to mc having a hickey on their neck only to find out it's a mosquito bite later on? In crush stage

Hi, I apologize for taking so long to respond.

I know it's supposed to be an easy question, but there are too many complications for me.

The main issue is, it will take most of the ROs a while to realize they are in love with the MC, even if they've already kissed or gone further.

So, their reactions might change based on:

If the ROs realize they have feelings for the MC.

If there was already something physical between the RO and the MC.

The relationship dynamic between the RO and the MC (like K and a shy MC have very different dynamics than with a bold MC).

Considering all this and for the sake of drama (because to be honest, I think it's pretty easy to tell the difference between a mosquito bite and a hickey), I'll try to answer, but it will be quite general.

Kyle / Keira

Unconscious crush: K will be quick to judge, and as soon as they notice the 'supposed hickey', they will instantly feel contempt and irritation. K will sincerely think that what irritates them is the fact that the MC has no shame in openly displaying something like this, though in reality, it's just plain jealousy. Conscious crush: K will still be quick to judge, but this time, upon realizing the true reason, it will add anger to all the other negative emotions they're feeling. Anger isn't something K can hold in for long, so they will snap very quickly, not necessarily even because of that, but they'll let the MC know the 'real' reason right in the process of their snap. I imagine K will say something like, 'And for the fuck's sake, cover your neck!' When they find out it's not a hickey, K will need time to cool off, so it's either they'll leave or they ask the MC to leave them alone. Even after they calm down, the residue will remain: K will hate how weak and vulnerable their feelings make them, so they'll strongly try to deny their feelings, which will lead to them trying to shut themselves off from the MC and avoid them. K will berate and despise themselves for letting someone closer to them and now suffering because of it.

Lex / Lexie

'Anxious meow meow' mode is activated (I'd like to thank this anon for first mentioning it; I think that will become the official name for L's state from now on when they're feeling too worried). L will feel sick and devastated, worrying that the MC has found someone or was with someone, even if it wasn't serious. L fully understands they're just friends and shouldn't feel this way, but here they are. I find it amusing that when L finally gathers the courage to ask about it, they'll start with something like, 'Hey, so... we're best friends, right? How come you didn't tell me you were seeing someone?' When they find out it wasn't a hickey, they'll feel so relieved they might even feel weak in the knees. Given that the MC and L have known each other for around a decade, it'll be easy for the MC to notice L's true emotions behind their wobbly smile. I think it could actually lead to a heated moment between them if the MC dares to ask, 'Were you worried I was with someone?' (shy MC) or straightforwardly, 'Were you jealous?' (bold MC). Even if it doesn't happen, it will be another indicative moment for L, showing what might happen if they continue to do nothing about their feelings.

Morgan

To understand Morgan's reaction (or rather its seeming absence), you must know that Morgan struggles with several internal conflicts. Firstly, Morgan acknowledges their guilt towards the MC: they don't regret withholding information about various matters, but they do regret the distress it caused the MC. Secondly, Morgan struggles with fully experiencing emotions. Morgan can grasp what they're feeling but can't fully immerse themselves in those emotions. Considering these facts, Morgan will try to remain level-headed and refrain from saying anything to the MC when they spot the 'supposed hickey'. Morgan will recognize that something inside them feels 'off' but will try to convince themselves that it's good for the MC to have someone by their side, although it will be insincere. Despite their claims that 'it's for the best', Morgan will continue to watch the MC closely afterward, trying to figure out from other signs whether the MC has found someone or if it wasn't something serious, secretly hoping they still had a chance with the MC. I also think when they get a closer look at the MC's neck, they'll realize it's just a mosquito bite, and their body will immediately relax, only then let them realize how much they were tense because of it. It will still be a fairly indicative moment, showing Morgan that they're more deeply invested in this than they thought, particularly in their feelings towards the MC.

Roderick / Rebecca

Unconscious crush: R will freeze, inside and out (which I imagine looks very noticeable and hilarious). Even though they'll quickly recover externally, inside, they'll feel a strong sense of concealed frustration. But they won't even try to understand why, so they won't ask the MC anything. And probably without realizing it, they'll avoid looking at the MC for a day or two. Conscious crush: R will feel angry right away but won't show it. Reacting so strongly is a weakness for them, but it's not just about displaying it: the mere fact of having such a strong reaction, especially because of someone (the MC) also counts, which makes them even angrier. And that anger will dictate their actions. . . . R takes a few steps closer to you. "What's wrong?" you ask, tilting your head slightly, trying to understand what's going on. R doesn't say a word, and although their facial expression and posture look relaxed, you immediately sense a shift: the air between you becomes heavy, and their gaze seems to grow darker and colder. Their eyes never leave your neck, and you freeze as their hand reaches for the collar of your shirt, pausing for a moment before gently pulling it closer to your neck. Then, their gaze returns to yours. "It's nothing," R says calmly, turning away from you. . . . Even if the MC tries to explain that it's just a mosquito bite, R will say something like, 'I didn't ask.' They realized it wasn't a hickey the moment they stepped closer, and the instant relief would be replaced by resentment: they will be very angry that what they experienced literally controlled them. Usually, they let it happen by giving in to their feelings, and it was always a conscious choice. But the MC changes things, and changes they can't control will always provoke a strong reaction in them.

Theo / Tess

Unconscious crush (if there wasn't something physical between them and the MC): T treats physical intimacy as something casual, so it would seem obvious to them that someone so criminally hot as the MC already has someone. But when feelings come into play, everything changes: T had never felt so strongly about anyone but the MC (that goes for physical intimacy as well), so they won't understand why what they see doesn't sit right with them. However, they usually don't think too much when it comes to their affairs, so they quickly brush off this subtle feeling. Instead, their mind will be filled with... other thoughts, which they'll be sure to share with the MC. But as soon as they lean in closer to the MC and get a better look at their neck, they immediately realize it's not a hickey. . . . T leans closer to you, humming thoughtfully. You pull back a little in suprise. "What is it?" T looks up, your gazes lock. "You know, if you need someone to show you what the real hickey is supposed to look like, I humbly volunteer." You touch your neck, realizing what they are talking about. "It's a mosquito bite." "Oh, really?" T ask innocently, giving you a disarming smile. "Well, even so, what I said still stands." Unconscious crush (or if there was already something between them and the MC): ...No. Just no. I won't tell you. I mean, I will. But through the main story.

Isaac / Iris

Isaac / Iris never jumps to conclusions. Well, never until jealousy comes into play. The moment they see the 'supposed hickey', they feel bitter, disappointed, and frustrated. They avert their gaze, trying to take a moment to suppress and hold back what they're feeling right now, or rather, what they shouldn't feel. They realize that under the current circumstances, they don't know what they're dealing with and are unsure about what the MC is. Are they a victim, a threat, or simply a coincidental variable that signifies nothing? Since it's common practice for them to suppress what they're genuinely feeling and rely on the mind rather than the heart, they're able to calm down pretty quickly. But once they return their gaze to the MC, all reasonable arguments will die when their eyes flick back to the MC's neck. . . . "You have a hickey," I says calmly, but you notice a distinct change in their tone and demeanor. Their voice loses its warmth, and their gaze turns unrecognizably detached, yet it remains fixed on yours. You frown, caught off guard by such a shift. "I don't—Oh." Realizing what they mean, your hand involuntarily touches your neck. "It's a mosquito bite." You see them blink, and a moment passes before they look away. "I... That was... I shouldn't..." You notice they avoid meeting your gaze, but before you can ask what's wrong, they add, "I apologize, I need a moment." Without waiting for your response, they turn and walk away. . . . They'll feel foolish for jumping to conclusions, but they'll feel even worse for displaying their personal interest in the MC so openly. They understand that the MC's presonal life is not their concern, and any interest they harbor can never evolve into something more, and that's probably for the best. But if the MC begins to reciprocate their interest... They're scared that they'll have to refuse, but what scares them even more is the possibility that they won't be able to refuse.

Sebastian / Selena

Unconscious crush: I think S won't understand their feelings when they see the 'supposed hickey'. They'll want to know more about whether the MC has someone because it's information, and any information can be useful later (at least that's what they'll tell themselves). Even without realizing it, they'll secretly study the MC closely and quickly conclude it's not a hickey. And if it is, they'll consider it a 'pitiful imitation' at best. Conscious crush: They won't be able to just let it go for later and will behave more boldly, trying to get answers to their questions right away. A 'straightforward approach' is both uncharacteristic for them and very indicative of how much what they feel deeply concerns them. . . . Approaching you closer, their gaze momentarily drops to your neck, and the hints of amusement fade from their expression. Even though their lopsided smirk remains, you notice a subtle shift in their demeanor. Their hands gently touches your chin, tilting your head slightly as their gaze shifts to your neck, then back to your eyes. "You look good today," S says, withdrawing their hand before you can pull away, looking almost smug as they take a step back. "Although your 'neck adornment' leaves a lot to be desired. But that's a question for the manufacturer." You touch your neck, realizing what they're talking about. "It's a mosquito bite." . . . This will be a good chance for the MC to ask if S felt jealous. S might sidestep the question, but what's important is that they'll ask themselves this, which will give them something to think about. If the MC is strict, S will also say something like, 'Poor creature. It probably died after drinking your blood'.

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Thank you for the question! (🥲).

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yois2aki · 1 month

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੭୧ chishiya with a reader who likes gift giving... . ۫

chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader (requested)

— warnings: fluff, ooc chishiya, beach arc, love confession, shy chishiya ohhh....

— summary: your gift giving and weird fact telling habit seemed to catch chishiya's attention. that was until it got too much to him.

— word count: 1.3k

people could tell you had a habit of collecting things that caught your interest in the most random occurrences. the motive had never been elucidated, as you wouldn't mind the others staring.

coming home from games tired and exhausted was part of your weekly routine. sometimes, you would refuse to take the car back to the beach just to breathe some air and later walk back by yourself.

it was unusual for you to come back empty-handed. during your time in the borderlands, you found out that gift giving was a pretty easy way for you to show your affection towards others. and even though sometimes you'd look at a pretty rock and mention it to kuina, or tell mira a random fact you heard about some time back in the real world, nothing compared to the surprises you'd prepare, chishiya.

you have noticed, way before even getting close to him, that he does not seem to get fazed by anything. if he complimented you, that'd be a reason for your sleep to be slightly better than the other nights.

knowing that about him, you made it your daily goal to try and steal a reaction from him. from the littlest things, like telling him all about how you learned that cheetahs don't roar but instead meow and purr. to more thoughtful stuff, like gifting him a personally handmade butterfly origami you spent an hour trying to figure out.

chishiya didn't understand the point of all this effort you took to catch him by surprise. why you were so devoted to making him seem happier. he had lost interest in life a long time ago. so why did he look forward to your every day's information?

"it's for you," you said, handing him a roughly made bouquet of red, white, and yellow flowers you plucked from a garden. "i don't have a place to keep them, and you seem like a much more responsible person for treating flowers."

chishiya knew that wasn't the real reasoning behind it, since your little presents and surprises every day had already become something he expected. he took the poorly made bouquet in his hands, which didn't really look like a bouquet, just a bunch of flowers gathered around.

he kept his eyes on them for a while, almost becoming philosophical from looking at them. he seemed to recognize this kind of plant; however, his memory betrayed him.

"these flowers are called chrysanthemus," you started, biting your lip in apprehension, in case he thought the idea of gifting him a bouquet was stupid. "or simply mums, or chrysanths."

chishiya didn't really know what to say. every single gift you had given him so far were simple things he found amusing but didn't pay much attention to. however, for some reason, being gifted a bouquet seemed to make his heart throb a little faster. he couldn't help but imagine the scenario in his head. you, contently plucking the flowers out of their natural spot and wrapping them together, thinking of him while doing so.

if he were with you at that moment, he probably wouldn't have minded it as much as he does now. instead complaining about the fact you're disturbing the eco system and urging you to leave the plants be. but he couldn't bring himself to be upset with you right now, not while you were so shyly giving him a bouquet of flowers.

"did you know these are native to east asia?" you commented, and he started listening intently. "however, the center of diversity is in china. i was quite lucky to find them."

chishiya felt like he should say something. perhaps a snarky remark on how you really gave yourself the need to study flowers well enough to recognize them, or maybe a lighter response like a simple thank you and a smile. but no coherent sentences could be formed in his mind, let alone out of his mouth.

at this point, he felt like even the flowers were judging him, given how silent the whole room felt. chishiya knew of the habit of giving others plants, obviously, but he had never even been on the giving end. how was he supposed to react to the receiving one?

it's necessary to mention that he also felt foolish. normally, it's the more serious person on both ends that gives the bouquet, as a way to show their appreciation towards the other if the physical touch or the words of affirmation are too tough. not the other way around.

"i also heard that the white variant of this species means truth, the yellow one means slighted love, and the red one means—" you suddenly stopped your words, your eyes opening like you had just seen a ghost, your line of thinking interrupting itself without your demanding.

"chishiya," you couldn't help but stand still, trying to make sure what you were seeing was true. the rosy tint present on his cheeks is getting more perceptible by the second. "are you blushing?"

he could only turn his head to the side in an attempt to avoid your attention. if he had the ability to sense others's feelings, he would be certain of the biggest smile on your face without even looking. this was definitely the largest process you had made so far, ever since you started this habit of yours. pride filled your chest as you finally realized you were the one capable of teasing him and getting revenge for all the times he made you feel like an idiot.

"why are you so shy?" you asked with a present smirk on your face. your voice alone was a sign you were smiling, not going easy on the teasing. "it's just flowers; have you never been given some?"

"shut up." chishiya managed to mumble out, seemingly not caring about whether you heard it or not.

he turned around, still with the flowers in hand, standing in an awkward position as he tried to remember who he even was and what he was doing here. he suddenly stared at an empty jar on his desk, his movements returning to usual as he seemed to have calmed down a bit, away from your gaze.

"hey!" you scurried after him, the smile unable to leave your face as your mind repeated the image of chishiya shuntaro speechless for once. "i wasn't done; don't run away!"

he ignored your protests, grabbing the handle with strength and almost kicking the bathroom door open, seemingly using anger to cope with the embarrassment he just presented you with. you could only imagine what was going on inside his mind. probably a ton of insulting words running towards him for looking like an idiot once in his life.

he filled the jar with water to a certain point, shoving the flowers inside it, and left the bathroom as he threw the item back on his desk.

"there you go," he began. back to that sharp tone of voice he normally uses, he still refused to turn around and look at you. "your plants are safe and sound."

"you still shouldn't have plucked them out of a garden." he sourly informed. you wondered if he was trying to save the littlest bit of dignity he had left on his soul; unfortunately, you were feeling quite mean that night.

"they were so pretty, though!" you whined out, your hands sitting at your hips. "oh, by the way..."

"the red variant of the chrysanths means i love you." you said with that devious voice again. the only thing that changed in chishiya's posture was the red tint of the flowers, now matching the color present on the tips of his ears.

— n/a: KANDKSJFKEJFNSJDN THIS WAS SO CUTEEEE!! i love writing shy chishiya or stupid chishiya in love he's such a loser....... (i say about a man who's 13 times smarter than me) :cc it's quite sad i have to get a bit outside his character to make it better but i still loved writing this. i hope you guys like it as much!!!

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lusticial · 2 years

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gundham, nagito, and byakuya with a reader who loves cats!

warning: gn reader, not proofread

GUNDHAM TANAKA

woah, another animal lover? does your animal posses powers from an ancient underworld as well? oh.. uh. they don't..?

that's fine! a cat is a cat, and cats are awesome!

gundham loves all animals, he's not shy when it comes to your cat.

though, the only thing is, he's slightly nervous your cat will eat his dark devas.

you must assure him your cat is smarter than that.

once he's completely certain your cat won't eat his devas, he's in awe.

he gives your cat a name like "dark demon of chaos" 😭 let him have fun

he's willing to buy anything and everything for your cat.

why have i used "your cat" in every sentence

sometimes you'll find him asleep snuggling with your cat and his devas.

though, if you bring it up, he denies it ALL.

he's the perfect father for your cat, and he's the perfect boyfriend for you.

you're bond is stronger than ever, how lucky!

NAGITO KOMAEDA

...flashbacks.

LOL totally kidding. hah.

but fr, he's not the biggest cat person but he doesn't let it get in the way!

he's willing to take care of your cat while you're gone, and he does a decent job.

your cat surprisingly likes him a lot.

he definitely becomes a bigger cat person after all of this.

he literally tucks the cat to sleep and gives it a teddy bear and a whole ass blanket 😭

you're starting to think the cat likes nagito more than you...

who wouldn't tho? LOL kidding.

sometimes.. when the cat meows... nagito meows back.

HAHA anyway

he loves you to death and is an amazing parent for the cat as well. who doesn't love nagito?

BYAKUYA TOGAMI

ugh, a cat?

it's not that he doesn't like cats, he just doesn't like animals in general.

he constantly tells it to "shoo" when it brushes itself against his leg.

though, when he sees how you treat the cat and how much love you show, he thinks it may not be that bad.

he lets it sit next to him while he reads, but nothing more.

obviously, you notice this behavior easily. it's so obvious one day byakuya will love that animal as much as you do.

and, before you know it, byakuya would put the cat on his lap while he reads.

that's really saying alot, considering how much hair is on his lap when he's done.

he starts giving it little pieces of his food, and throwing little toys for it to catch.

he'll never admit it, but he loves this cat to death.

tbh it's become a part of him.

it takes a while, but he becomes as much of a cat person as you. :)

A/N: sorry these are so short, i don't have much motivation. i hope these are accurate haha

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #gundham tanaka #gundham x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #byakuya togami #byakuya headcanons #byakuya x reader #byakuya togami x reader #danganronpa headcanons

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hanjisunglover · 8 months

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You always wanted a cat, it was your dream since you were a kid. But unfortunately, your mom was allergic so you never had the possibility to have one. Since you were younger, you knew the name; Jiji.

Jiji like the black cat from your favourite movie - Kiki's delivery service. Jiji is the name that you want for your cat, you don't have anything really specific in your mind. you don't care about the color, or the eyes, or if it's a kitten or an old cat. you just know that when you're gonna meet your Jiji, you know.

You are just about to enter your apartment, you clothes are all wet for the rain that is outside, you forgot your umbrella and you don't have enough money to call an uber to you just.. walked back home. and that's okay, because you had a difficult day at work and you just want to get in the shower to forget about that and prepare some ramen for your dinner.

You're not that picky, you can survive with ramen tonight. You are just about doing the code on your door when you hear a strong noise form the end of the hallway, where the elevators and the stairs are, just, three apartments from yours. You freeze, looking scared at the stairs where the noise start to get louder and louder. Then you start to panicking, because you can't tell what is it and who it is, you try your best to open he door quickly and just slide inside.

You don't need more problems, you don't want more problems. You just want to have your lonely and cozy night before going straight to bed.

And then you hear a meow, you shiver as the little semi-long fur kitten rubs against your leg. Your eyes widen as you almost hold your breath, "hi kitten." You whispers with an higher voice than usual, you have a slight smile on your lips, get down on your knees passing your hand on his back, it's soft, you think.

Is that your Jiji?

From the stairs you hear a gasp and a male voice, you look up at the boy who is running towards you, you step back scared. You don't expect it but the boy kneels like you to grab the cat, "JijI! you ran away so fast!"

Your eyes widen when the boy calls the kitten like you've always dreamed of, the almond-eyed boy observes you in surprise. His cheeks brush red like yours, "sorry, sorry! Really! I didn't know.. you found Jiji! Usually he doesn't let anyone touch him."

A nervous giggle comes from both of you, your hand reaches the cat's head, "he stopped in front of me, his name is .. Jiji?" Your voice trembles as you continue to keep your eyes on the gray muzzle of the cat. You can't make eye contact with the guy in front of you.

"yeah! like Kiki's delivery service, and it's also, well.. my nickname," he giggles, the sound sinking into your heart as you feel your chest warm up.

"my name is y/n," you manage to speak after a few seconds, finally looking up, your hand still on the cat's little head, "and you..?"

"Jisung," his gaze softens at your shy reaction. Seems like Jisung is your Kiki, with Jiji, doing a delivery of love.

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#han jisung #han jisung stray kids #stray kids #han jisung skz #han jisung x reader #han jisung imagines #han jisung x you #han jisung x y/n #han jisung scenarios #han jisung fluff #jixauro

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live-laugh-lenney · 2 months

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Hehehehe for George and Arthur what if their missus has a pet, and their pet never ever like them hahaha

oh my god, this makes me howl-

G E O R G E

it's a cat.

a fluffy, white ragdoll cat with the most beautiful eyes and the most softest fur and it's her life and soul.

when they first met and first got to know one another, it was a topic of conversation they never really dwelled upon and she figured it just wasn't something he needed to know until he was a frequent visitor to her home; it wasn't that it would confuse the cat but it was simply because she was a little timid around new people, would hide and shy herself away when she had guests over, and she wanted her to be sure of him.

"so, i have a cat. probably asleep on the back of my sofa so just be a bit quiet when you come in."

"a cat? this is brand new information."

and she could tell, as soon as the cat took one look at him, that she didn't take an instant liking to him. she hissed in his direction when he slowly walked towards her, swiped at him with her paw when he went to stroke her, growled at him when he tried to scratch her head.

"i suppose you're not really used to women denying your love, are you?"

"it's a cat."

he says it so defensively and it humours yn as to how he pretended how unhurt he was, on the outside, over her cat not liking him. on the inside, she could only imagine him panicking over it being somewhat of a deal breaker for her - if the cat says no, he's got to go.

all yn tells him is that she'll make herself known to him when she feels more comfortable around him.

"it won't happen straight away. but, the more you come over, the more she'll get to know you," she says and george just frowns at her, every single time she reminds him, "trust me. it's a slow process."

she was the cutest ragdoll cat he'd ever seen and he was drawn to her as soon as he walked through yn's front door, wanting to give the cat a stroke over her fur or just a few pets and scratches between her ears every time he saw her... except, she just wouldn't allow it.

scratch after scratch, bite after bite, growl after growl. and yn always felt bad when he asked for a piece of tissue or a plaster because the cat had scratched at his arm and caused a cut to form on his skin.

it's a long process.

almost half a year.

there's moments where it looks like she's getting more comfortable around him. she'll sit a little closer to him, having started in a whole different room when he first started coming over, and she'll walk passed him without hissing. she'll allow a little head scratch before she gets up and walks away, to find another place to curl up into a ball, and she won't swipe at him now that he's a bit more frequent in the flat.

and it stuns yn, one day, when she comes home from work and sees her cat loafing on george's chest as he lays on her sofa.

"please don't do anything loud," he whispers at her, shaking his head softly, as the cat purrs in pleasure from the scratches he's giving behind her ears, "she's been sat on me for about an hour now."

"i'm simply amazed," yn says, carefully placing her keys down on the side and there's a moment, where her cat's eyes widen and her purrs stop and george thinks the moment has been ruined, until she slowly closes her eyes again and gets a little more comfortable, "how did this happen?"

"i don't know. i let myself in and she just, she just came and sat on me."

and from that moment on, her go-to place is george. whether it be his chest or his lap or simply just beside him. she follows him when he goes into the kitchen, she meows for his attention, she always tries to take food from his plate and he just can't ever be mad at her... not after their progress.

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A R T H U R

it's a dog.

a miniature, longhaired, dapple-coloured dachshund that she adores.

arthur hears him before he sees him; when he knocks on her door to announce his arrival, there's non-stop yapping from her puppy that he felt a little bad to have caused. unsure of what he was about to be hit with when the door opens. he knows she owns a pet - she's been no stranger to posting about him online and he was an avid follower of hers online and always reacted to her instagram stories when she posted herself and her pup on a walk through london's parks.

he's expecting an ankle biter. snuffling his face into the side of his trainers, scratching at the legs of his cargo trousers, softly yapping up at him for attention, sniffing around him to get a scent of him.

except, arthur is met with something ironic; her dachshund trying to stand guard, acting tough and standing in between herself and him, growling whenever he tried to step around him and make his way to yn as she watches the scene unfold before her.

"he's just not used to you yet."

"well, you best get used to me. i'm going to be here a lot more often," and he speaks down to the dog as he crouches down to it's level and lets him take a look at him, reaching forward to scratch his head in between his ears... except her puppy scuffles away and hides behind her legs, "so much for looking tough, big guy."

most of the time, her puppy will either sleep in his bed or entertain himself with the many toys he has on her living room floor. he'll shake them, bite them, wrestle with them, kick them around... and yn, so often, would chuck them for him to show off to arthur how agile and excitable he gets when someone plays with him - but when arthur gets the chance to throw him a toy, to try and play with him, he just ignores the attempt and scurries on over to yn's feet where he sits and waits for her to throw something so he can play fetch with her.

and it's quite comical.

arthur looks dejected. unhappy. sad, almost.

"do i give off bad energy or something?"

"he's only just met you. give it time."

"but-"

"next time i take him on a walk, you can come with me. you can walk him, if you want?"

and he tries to.

he's dressed for the cold weather; hat over his head, layers of clothes on his body, trainers on his feet, gloves on his hands. and he has hold of the lead... except yn's puppy barely moves. he tugs on the lead to try and get him to walk but he stays put. and people who are passing find it amusing. they laugh, they joke, and arthur can't help but laugh nervously.

"help me."

yn takes over and he just feels so frustrated.

and he knows he shouldn't because... well... it's a dog.

but all it takes is for him to buy him a new toy for his 'birthday' and give him a couple of intensely flavoured treats (and sneak some food from his plate and into his bowl) and they slowly form a special bond that yn loves to watch. to the point where he whines at the door once arthur leaves to go home, to the point where he's excited to see him at the door, to the point where arthur can take him out on his own and he behaves like an angel. xx

#can't quite figure out whether i like arthur with a cat lover or a dog lover...#my selfish heart wants to say cat lover because i've got three cats... ahaha #arthurtv headcannons #arthurtv #george clarkey headcannons #george clarkey #arthurtv imagines #george clarkey imagines

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soov-archived · 1 year

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TH𝗘 C𝗔T ── yjw.

✶ : 1k, yang jungwon & gn!reader, fluff, estabilished relationship. ⚠ : mentions of food, lowercase intended, kisses (on the face), jealousy (over a cat). ੭ : HAPPY LATE WON BIRTH ^_^

jungwon smiled at the proud expression you had after leaving the bakery near his house with a pastel paper bag.

“can you believe it? these were really the last slices of chocolate cake they had!” you exclaimed, latching your fingers with your boyfriend's as you left for yang's house.

“mhm, and i'm glad we arrived on time, dear,” he hummed and gave your cheek a shy peck before glancing down.

“oh my god, wonie, look! a cat!”

even though his grip was strong, as soon as he looked up, he found his hand empty and starting to get cold.

he admired your figure carefully approaching the greyish animal, arms extended to show it that you didn't mean any harm. jungwon’s face was adorned by a lovesick grin while the cat purred and rubbed its back on you.

“you're so cute. are you lost, buddy?” you cooed, petting its fur and forgetting it couldn't understand you. the cat's yellow eyes closed in bliss when listening to your gentle tone.

“maybe i can try to communicate with it,” jungwon suggested playfully as he kneeled next to you. “i think this little guy here can understand me.”

nodding, you considered the absurd option since jungwon always seemed to be good with felines. “oh, right. can you try to?”

he leaned closer to the small cat and let out a low meow, voice cracking midway. his eyes widened awkwardly, averting them from the creature.

you blinked twice before bursting out laughing, careful to not drop the package. your new friend curiously scanned you and switched its focus to your boyfriend, reciprocating the meow.

“i— it really understood you,” you cackled, using jungwon to support yourself and not fall.

he clicked his tongue. “get lost. of course it did.” jungwon thought he could mask his embarrassment when he was close to you, but not when his whole face glowed with a compromising red hue.

“you don't have to be so salty, love.” standing up, you gave the area below his ear a quick kiss, his body burning. “i'm sure the cat didn't even care about that horrid voice crack.”

his hands covered his face, rubbing it as he followed your movements.

your body did a turn to look at your lover and the pet, mouth twitching upwards when you noticed the similar look they had.

“psst, come here!” you called out gently, not sure if you were talking to jungwon or the cat. nevertheless, both of them walked up to you helplessly, and a laugh threatened to fall from your lips.

the boy intertwined your fingers once again, wincing when your freezing skin came in contact with his lukewarm one. yang sighed disappointedly, removing one of his beige-colored mittens and giving it to you. “give me the bag and wear this.” he demanded, adjusting your coat in the meantime.

in response, you could only obey his worrisome commands, covering your palm with the fluffy fabric. right after, the black-haired boyfriend stole your uncovered wrist and stuffed his pocket with it. “that's better,” he whispered, a cloud of mist running away from his chapped, pink lips.

jungwon pulled you along with him towards his dorm, garish butterflies swarming around inside his stomach. your every squeeze on his palms made his heart threaten to explode in love.

when his irises focused on yours he saw billions of unexplored galaxies in them. they turned into crescents as you neared his face. “the cat keeps following us.”

in fact, the small animal sprinted in your direction, and jungwon saw it happily pawing at your shoes. “i've never seen a stray animal do this,” he gasped.

“there's a first time for everything.” you shrugged, biting your lower lip and keeping up with your pace. “c'mon, kitty!” chuckling, you called the cat again.

the walk to the cozy place lasted another minute. yang squeezed your hand and huffed every time you gave attention to the clingy pet (which played with your shoelaces), making you laugh even more.

as soon as you two arrived at the dorms, jungwon opened the door, followed by a quick ‘okay, come in’. however, you were almost squatting, gesturing with your gloved hand for the cat to enter.

“psps, c'mere!” you motioned to the inside of the house, your boyfriend's stare lifting to see the “intruder” trust you.

“bubs, we can't bring it inside!” he whined. “can we say bye to it? i think it might even be from the weird lady next door.”

“but it's so cute!” you replied using the same childish tone, squeezing the cat's cheeks to convince the boy.

“and we need to eat our cake,” jungwon tilted his head to the side, voice toning down. “besides, i'm way cuter than this thing.”

you looked up at him and grinned sideways, bidding a quick farewell to the animal leaving. “why that comment, won?” standing in front of him, you looped your arms around his neck while his went to your waist.

“can't let you spend all your attention on a cat. it's my birthday, after all,” he stated, gaze narrowing when the innocent stars in your eyes from before turned into mischievous ones.

before teasing jungwon further, you kissed the corner of his mouth for a brief moment, catching him off guard. his eyelids closed by the end of the peck, staying closed even after you pulled away.

“you sound so stupid right now,” you confessed with a soft smile, “but it's alright; you look adorable when you're jealous.”

he opened an eye and then another, blinking quietly. the boy pressed his lips together, observing you take back the package from his hands again, walking in front of him.

“psst, c’mon!” jokingly, you gestured for him to follow you into the lobby. “we need to eat the cake.”

even with the playful lilt in your voice and the chocolate cake (which he secretly disliked the flavor), jungwon felt happier than he's ever felt in his life, enjoying the remaining hours of his birthday with the person he adored the most.

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cupidjyu · 1 year

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a juyeon fluff with shy reader would be adorable hehe ><

clingy cat (only for you)

juyeon x reader (request hehe tysm anon!!!!)

genre: lap sitting (i have a problem), whipped juyeon, cat boyfriend? juyeon? he's very blunt, shy reader notes: i find it so funny that juyeon literally accepts he's the cat of the group like what is he meowing on camera for ........... word count: 0.6k

a lot of people love cats. they don't just look cute, but they also have adorable habits. people would coo when they meow or flick their tails gracefully. people would squeal when they purr in their lap or twitch their ears slightly.

but what didn’t prepare you, was getting a boyfriend who would act just like an affectionate cat.

late in the evening, you were working on the computer while your boyfriend was showering. you yawned, tired from typing and staring at the bright screen endlessly. you also had a blanket thrown over yourself and music playing in your ears.

at some point, you were so immersed in your music that you didn’t notice juyeon enter. he lifted up the blanket and climbed in, sitting next to you.

you turned to him, taking out your earphones.

“need something?”

he shook his head, smiling at you softly. you eyed him for a minute before going back to your work. you were just starting your next paragraph when you felt an arm snake around your waist. you took a sharp breath as you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

you paused but continued with your work. but your hands hovered over the keyboard again, because he leaned his head on your shoulder this time. his arm tightened and his other arm went behind your back.

“juyeon.”

“hm?” he hummed.

“...nevermind.”

and yet again, he moved even closer, impossibly close so that there was no space between you two now as his body engulfed you in warmth. his leg was thrown over you and he shifted closer so that his hip was touching yours. and then, like a cat, he nuzzled into your neck, his hair tickling your neck.

“what’re you so cuddly for?” you teased, patting his leg.

“you’ve been working for so long,” he pouted. “cuddle me back.”

“hold on, i’m almost done with my work,” you replied. you rushed to finish it all, not bothering to look it over before submitting it. when you were done, he practically chucked your laptop away.

then, he lifted you up and placed you so that you were sitting on his lap. your cheeks immediately reddened as you grasped the fabric of his shirt, looking down.

“shy now?” his lips quirked up.

“shut up.”

“you look beautiful like this,” he whispered, admiring you with awe in his eyes. "like an angel."

“i…” you looked away, trying to find a way to escape his gentle hold.

but much to your demise, the two of you stayed like that comfortably, his hands still on your waist, holding you firmly and closely. his eyes never left yours, making your breath stutter, as he smiled at you sweetly like the absolute whipped man he is.

“you’re like a clingy cat,” you muttered, your heart still beating fast. you had expected him to deny it or to laugh like it was a joke. but instead, much to your surprise, he pulled you into a kiss, caressing your cheek softly.

and to your utter horror, he said something to you when he pulled away.

“only for you,” he whispered.

you gaped at him, your mouth open and your eyes wide. you felt your blush intensify, your whole face feeling hot.

“j-juyeon,” you scrambled off his lap. “why would you agree, it was a joke! and... did you just call yourself a cat?”

“and what about it?” he tilted his head innocently. you groaned, frustrated as you stormed off, your ears bright red.

“where’re you going?” he called out, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“to bed,” you paused. “...join if you want.”

“i’ll be there soon,” he sang out, giggling. “and i’m going to cuddle you the whole night.”

you didn’t respond, as you closed the door and slid against it, falling to the floor. you buried your face in your hands, unable to comprehend how you managed to get a boyfriend like this.

"can i hug you? since you said i'm like a cuddly ca-"

"don't even," you shoved him away, practically making him fall off the bed.

"but i love you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your nose. you groaned again, feeling your cheeks flush.

#the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #the boyz imagines #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #juyeon fluff #juyeon x reader #drabbles 💞#requests 💞

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yorutsuki · 4 days

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「 ✦ Isekaied Reversed Pt. 5 ✦ 」

↳ Your nutritions had slowly decreased overtime, thus you needed to head out for a grocery trip! Surprisingly, you ran into a cat and, unfortunately, as well as trouble.

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It's been approximately 46 days since Xiao made his arrival out of nowhere.

Over the course of the days—weeks, the two of you slowly bonded as time flowed, albeit it was rough the first few weeks, your relationship with him gradually blossomed.

Comparing since a few weeks ago, you've gotten to the point where he could be comfortable enough around you to let his guard down for a while—even better that he didn't draw out his spear with every corner he turned.

In all, you guys were mutuals at best—which was quite progress in your book.

"You have to be shitting me."

Xiao's eyes glanced over to you, his brow raised.

You sighed, closing the fridge. "We're out ingredients."

You walked over towards your bag, picking up your wallet which thankfully had money—around a rough $50. Unfortunately, that would mean you'd have to save up once again.

Xiao took notice if your downed mood, before squinting his eyes, trying to get a glimpse of the problem.

You felt a feeling of eyes watching you. Looking over towards the origin of the feeling, you saw Xiao looking towards you, well, the wallet. Seeing he got caught, he quickly averted his gaze like nothing happened.

You eternally chuckled at his shy actions, before your midn reminded you of your problem.

"Well, Xiao. Looks like we're running out of stuff." You huffed with a grimace before starting to put on your shoes. "I'll be back in uhh..20-30 minutes tops."

Xiao looked towards you before giving a slight nod.

Making your ways to the door, you grabbed your keys, phone, earbuds and wallet before turning the doorknob though swiftly turned around, "right! Do you need anything while i'm out?" You asked the yaksha who shook his head. "Don't spend your money on me, or unnecessary things in general." He sighed. You frowned.

You couldn't tell if that was worded weird or if he really did see himself as unnecessary. Nonetheless, you pushed those thoughts away before giving him a thumbs up but closing the door behind you.

You thought for a minute, looking between your wallet and the door.

'am I listening to that? Hell nah.' You grinned before heading towards your apartment elevator.

.....

Making your way down to Safeway, you yelped and tensed up as you felt something furry brush against your leg.

Quickly looking down, your muscles relaxed when finding out it was only a cat and quite a cute one too.

It was a Edgyptian Mau. It's fur was black with some gray and white spots around it's body. Though it's eyes were the most captivating—they looked like a vibrant sunset.

You were quite surprised that an Egyptian Mau was around this area but decided not to look to deep into it. It was probably someone's pet who ran off and ended up in this dump. Though, that wouldn't stop you from giving it a little pet.

"Aren't you a cutie~" You smiled with awe, kneeling down towards the cat to which the animal slightly staggered back. It calmed down though as you put your hand in front of you, letting it sniff it before melting into your hand as you lightly scratched it's jaw.

"Man, I wish I could take you home.." You whined lightly before sighing as you stood up, the cat letting out a needy call, looking up towards you for more scratches.

"Sorry buddy, I gotta get some things from the market." You cried internally as you looked down at the furry creature. Your heart breaking at seeing it's sad face.

Persevering, you looked away, a single tear falling down as you began to walk away, trying your best to ignore the meows of need.

....

"Tofu...tofu.." You mumbled, trying to recall what isle the food was. Unfortunately, while lost in your train of thought, you felt someone harshly bump into you, causing you to snap back to reality.

The person merely grunted with a harsh, 'watch where your standing' which received just as harsh of a glare from your end.

"Idiot." You muttered before going back to your task.

...

Finally after you payed, you left the store, two bags of groceries-one in each hand.

As you exited the store, you subconsciously scanned the 'lot for the black splotched cat.

Your slightly frowned upon not seeing it anywhere. 'Probably ran back to it's owner.' you shook your head, continuing your way home.

As you walked along the street, you heard small paws running a bit behind you along with desperate calls.

Turning around, you saw the cat once more, only it looked rougher—like it had just came out from a low-grade shelter.

You dropped your bags as it clawed onto your legs, meowing. You slightly hissed at the stinging sensation from the new marks as you picked it up—it trying to hide up onto your shoulder.

"Poor baby, what happene-" Your words were cut short when you suddenly heard shouting. "Give the damn cat back!"

Looking ahead, you saw the same man from the store, holding a...bat?

You had a feeling where this was going so, picking up your bags quickly, you made a run for it as the shouting behind you grew louder.

'fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck!' You screamed mentally, your legs and arms growing tired with each push but you didn't dare stop. That man seemed restless and merciless, plus, he was right behind your trail.

Unfortunately, you were hit in the shoulder by something hard. Your body giving up as you hit the hard concrete with a thud- the cat standing by you with it's hairs sticking up as it hissed with aggression and fear.

You saw the man try reaching for the cat, though you intervened, by grabbing his hand and biting as hard as you could. The man grunted loudly as you heard a crack and suddenly tasted metal in your mouth.

You grimaced at the metalic taste and gagged a bit.

"You bitch!" He shouted at you before kicking you in the ribs, in return you let out a winded yelp.

As the man saw your stunned state, he went for the black Mau, grabbing it by the back of the neck. Though fortunately, the cat retaliated by scratching the man's hand though led it to be thrown harshly aside. "Fuckin' creature, i'll deal with your shit later." He hissed before turning to you.

You tried getting up only to be hit back down with the same back that knocked you in the first place. "Thats!-" He hit your shoulder, "-for stealing what's mine!" He shouted before he went to strike you at your head, though thankfully you blocked it in time with your arms—feeling a pounding sensation within them.

Suddenly, you looked to the side, finding a very convienent brick. As the manw as distracted, you picked it up and rammed it into the side of the man's ankle.

He shouted curses of pain, giving you a brief break. Unfortunately, it didn't last long before he shouted, going for your head as well as taking a few breaks to kick you around.

Your eyes were teary, feeling bruises forming already. You felt weak and heavy-your body betraying your mind as you screamed it to get up—to do something than lie on the floor helplessly.

"Y'know this wouldn't happened if you just handed us the damn critter. The only person ya' can call for now, tis' God." He snicked, enjoying the sight in front of him.

But something clicked in your brain, and hopefully it worked.

"Xiao!"

The man watched in amusement as you called out a name. "Saying your final goodbyes?" He laughed huskly, but you only gave a grin, "Not quite." You smiled weakly. He stared confused at you but grinned, looking down at your pathetic form.

Suddenly, his view of you was blocked by something, well someone.

Looking up, he was met by a familiar yaksha, his spear centimeters away from his head. He only grinned with amusement once more. "What is this? Some type of costume party?" He laughed though it came to a brief halt and replaced with a winding grunt as he was kicked backwards a few feet on the street.

The man shouted slurs and insults towards the masked yaksha who only replied with silence.

The man's anger grew with each second as he stood from the ground, bat in hands before trying to strike the boy. Unfortunately for him, he was no match for a yaksha. All his strikes were dodged and returned with precision, sharp, powerful and agile blows from the back of the boy's polearm.

Ultimately, near in the end, the man ended on his rear, looking at the immortal in fear before he scurried to get away, embarrassingly. "Keep the damn cat then!"

The yaksha glared at the retreating figure before turning towards you, his mask disappearing onto his belt.

As he helped you get to your feet and wrapped your arm around his neck for support. You saw a glint of concern in his eyes, making your lips curl into a small smile. "Thanks for that back there." You grinned but faltered as you grunted, making Xiao's concern grow.

"Is anything broken?" He asked, his voice stern as ever.

You shook your head, "I don't believe so, just a few-" you were cut with a wave of pain electrocuting you. "-I take that back, a lot of bruising." You chuckled as the adeptus sighed.

Your brows furrowed in worry, glancing back to the animal on the ground. Xiao's gaze followed yours as his expression hardened.

He sighed, knowing where this was going.

.....

Over the course of a few days, you recovered quickly though on the second day, your whole body ached and you ultimately stayed in bed for 24 hours.

As for the cat, he recovered quite quickly as well—almost too quick. It was like a miracle with everything his body took. Though during the few days of resting and even after, it appeared that the cat took a major liking to the adeptus.

As the adeptus would bring you water or check up on you every once in a while, (though albeit when your not noticing cause he's like that 💀), the cat would be at his side, looking towards you then up to him in worry.

Sometimes he'd be laying next to you but ultimately stayed with Xiao most of thetime.

By day 4, you felt as good as new—a few bruises left but they were like small pebbles in the road.

....

You huffed in defeat as the cat curled up to Xiao's lap.

'wasn't I the one who risked my life for you?' You groaned in annoyance, but it quickly disappeared when seeing the calm expression Xiao carried. If you looked closely, you could see a very faint smile.

You smiled at the sight. "So...what do you think we should name him?"

Xiao snapped from his small trance, "why do we need to keep him?" He asked. Your brows furrowed, "I don't want him to be abandoned. I don't think he has a owner and..I don't want that guy to come after him again." You spoke softly, before smiling, "Plus, I think he really likes you."

Xiao's brows furrowed before he sighed, mumbling something.

You looked up to him, cocking a brow—curious to what he said. "What was that?"

"Qíji. His name." He muttered, looking away towards the ground.

You looked at the yaksha in slight surprise before mumbling the name. "Qíji.." You smiled before looking at the peacefully sleeping fur boy, "well then, welcome home Qíji."

Well look at that, looks like you did get Xiao something after all.

A/N: THAT WAS A LONG WRITE-, I tried making it as least as cliché as I could 😭. But yep, here's part 4, by what part do you guys think Xiao and Reader will end up together??? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Also, feel free to write comments! I love reading them and they keep me motivated! :D

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A Dangerous Game Ch 15

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, and a whole lotta hurt. y'all saw this coming, i know you did, so don't hate me too hard. LOL. As always, would love to hear your responses, thoughts on whats going to happen next and theories!

Emily was pacing through her living room, her phone lay abandoned on the kitchen island, her eyes landing on it each time she turned back in that direction. She absolutely did not want to send this text, not that she even had a text drafted, she’d typed up and deleted at least thirteen options already, deciding that each one was worse than the last, that none were what she wanted to say. Because what she wanted was to continue the conversation briefly started last Friday, the one where she admitted her true thoughts and feelings, one that would end happily and instead she was stuck with this. Her gut was churning already at just the thought, knowing you were already pissed about being kicked off the case. She’d downed a glass of wine to try and calm herself, get her in the right mindset to complete the task at hand. Turning back to the counter she noticed Sergio pawing at her phone, the device dangerously close to being batted to the floor and she quickly scooped it up before he could do so. He seemed to be staring her down as she typed out a message, hitting send before she could fully process what she was doing.

‘Hey, about earlier… can you come over tonight? Even just for an hour?’

The phone dropped back down onto the island with a clatter, Sergio glancing between it and Emily before his paw shot out again, this time batting at Emily’s hand, his claw catching onto her forearm as he swiped back down and she let out a hiss.

“Serg! Ow!” She clutched at the scratch, he’d broken the skin, but at least it wasn’t too deep. He let out an annoyed meow, batting at her phone again and she sighed, “oh c’mon man, I’ve gotta do it.” In return he simply turned away from, curling up on the counter facing the door and she rolled her eyes, moving into the kitchen to wash the scratch, holding a paper towel to the tiny amount of blood. Her heart leapt into her throat when her phone buzzed on the island and she turned back to it.

‘Yeah, just give me like, thirty? Derek’s having problems hooking this shit up.’

Great. Just what she needed, more waiting in anticipation.

She refilled her wine glass, taking a deep breath as she slowly started to shut down her emotions, replaying a script in her head, doing her absolute best not to stray from her planned words.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise when there was a knock on her door exactly forty minutes later, you were always punctual. She gave herself a quick shake before pulling the door open,

“Hey.”

You smiled softly, stepping into the apartment and she returned the sentiment. When you moved toward her she didn’t shy away, rather shifting at the last minute so that your lips hit her cheek instead, her own barely brushing against your skin and she was able to take the briefest second to inhale your perfume before grounding herself back to earth.

You followed Emily down the entry hall, the box in your hand landing on the kitchen island when she rounded it, leaning against the opposite side. Your eyes fell to her forearm, the bright red mark a stark contrast to her skin and your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Huh?” She glanced up to you and then down to her arm and huffed, “oh, yeah, just this asshole.” She nodded in the direction of Sergio who was still on the counter and you scoffed.

“Oh come on mister.” You scooped him up off the counter into your arms like a baby and he immediately started purring, licking your hand as you pet him. “Why you bein’ so mean? You gotta be nice to your mom, we like her a lot, remember?”

Emily nearly lost her gall watching the way you were cooing at Sergio, giving him a little kiss on the head as you scolded him for scratching her. She was witnessing exactly what she wanted, exactly what she was about to rip away from herself. Sergio let out a little shriek and jumped from your arms, his thump landing on the floor bringing her back to the moment and she shook out of it. You let out a small laugh eyes still on the cat and missed it completely before you opened the box you’d brought with you.

“Mini donut?” You asked, pulling one from it and Emily shook her head.

“Uh, no.”

You could sense a shift in the room, as if a window had blown open and a gust of winter air wrapped around you, your head tilted as you surveyed Emily for a moment.

“Hey… everything alright?”

“I… just wanted to talk.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, leaning against the island while you picked at the donut.

“You were really out of line today.” She started and your rolled your eyes.

“Em, c’mon, spare me the lecture. You already tore a strip off me in the office, you don’t need to do it again, even if it was just for show ‘cause Rossi and the director were there.” Your attention was on the donut, breaking off a piece of it to pop into your mouth.

“It wasn’t.” There was a coolness in her voice you weren’t used to hearing directed towards you, especially not in private and your eyes flicked up to her, your brow furrowed.

“Okay. I get it, I fucked up. I made a mistake, I owned up and I apologized for it, now we move on.”

“You do realize you could’ve compromised the entire case, right? We need to play by the rules if we want unsubs to actually be penalized for their crimes.”

“Pretty sure I remember how the law works, thanks though.” You couldn’t help the annoyance, it was slowly building through your veins, coursing through your body since you’d left the BAU that afternoon, it was still sitting right under the surface waiting to break through.

“What if a case had come in? What if we had needed to be wheels up and you were off galivanting on a different case that I hadn’t approved?”

“Ugh, Emily!” You groaned, “did you seriously make me drive all the way out here to continue to berate me about work? Couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow or been a fucking email? You don’t need to scold me like some school child.”

“Maybe if you weren’t acting like a child.” She shot back and you pushed off the island, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Excuse me?”

“The shit you pulled today made me realize just how immature you are. You expected to walk away from this completely unscathed based on personal relationships alone.”

“Okay, I get it.” You huffed, “you’re mad about earlier, how the line was blurred between work and play”—

“It wasn’t just blurred it was completely fucking gone!” Her voice rose and you tensed, you certainly weren’t used to being on the receiving end of it and you definitely didn’t like it, “you really thought you were some kind of teacher’s pet? That you were going to avoid punishment just because I’d seen you naked? Reasons like that and people like you are the legitimate reason why rules against fraternization exist!”

“This isn’t about work…” realization washed over you as your face fell, your body beginning to shrink inward, “this is about us…”

“You’re finally catching on.” Emily stated bluntly and as hard as you tried to search her face you couldn’t find a single ounce of empathy.

“Em…please…” your own resolve began to crack and you did your absolute best to not let your voice shake, you couldn’t let her know just how much this was hurting you. You felt your chest tightening already, your heart hammering, “I fucked up, I expected special treatment and that was wrong. I know it now; we can move past this.”

“And when it happens again?” She cocked a brow, “or when I do let something slide and someone catches onto it? You really think I’m willing to risk my career that I’ve spent decades working for, for just some fling?”

“Fling?” You managed to get out, a little scoff leaving your lips, “that’s all this ever was?”

“We both knew from the day you walked into my office that this couldn’t be anything more than that. I may have let myself get whisked up in the comfort and casualness of it all, but it was never going to be more than sex. This can’t keep happening. You’re immaturity has proven that today.”

“I’d really love if you could just decide between insulting me personally or my work ethic at this point.”

“We agreed to no strings! To something easy!” Emily argued back, her arms swinging to exaggerate her words, “but all this sneaking around? Having to hide it, pretend nothing’s going on when people ask, coming up with stories to cover things up? It’s exhausting.”

“I didn’t realize I was such an inconvenience…” You could feel yourself crumbling from the inside out, praying that for as long as you were in Emily’s apartment, that it stayed on the inside. You shook your head, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, “and here I was thinking I was going to get an apology.”

“An apology?” She laughed, “why the fuck would you be getting an apology? You were the one in the wrong!”

“Maybe, because for once, for once in my fucking life I thought someone actually gave a shit! I thought you cared about me, that all those weekends together actually meant something. That for once I wasn’t going to be walked away from, but I’m so fucking stupid. I thought you’d say you were sorry for the harsh words at work, but it was needed, that we were gonna have a separating church vs state conversation. That we were going to finally realize how dumb we were being, that we should say fuck the rules and actually be together.” You had to pause, a hitch in your breath as your chest heaved, a tear managed to escape the corner of your eye and you swiped it away hopefully before Emily could see it, finally glancing back at her. “I knew it. I fucking knew something was off, you were being weird and I just knew deep down that you were getting cold feet, but I didn’t want to believe it. Don’t know why I’m so stupid, clearly you’d never want something to do with someone like me…”

You were surprised when what left Emily’s lips was a scoff of a laugh, “at least you’re finally getting it.”

You froze, your brow furrowed as you shook your head. You weren’t sure what to say, you weren’t totally sure you were going to be able to speak at all without bursting into tears. You could feel your hands beginning to shake, your chest trembling as you tried to breathe, your heart was thundering in your ears loud enough you barely heard her when she spoke again.

“It’s over. Whatever happened between us, no matter how fun it was, it stays in the past. Doesn’t matter how special it felt, now you can focus on proving yourself to me as a special agent, like you should have in the first place. I expect you at your desk at nine.”

“Wow…” you muttered, shaking your head as you quickly turned from the island, “so much for the fucking flowers.”

Your words were met with deaf ears from Emily, the only thing she heard was the slamming of the door as you disappeared from her apartment for the last time.

A block away from the freeway you realized you had to pull over, you weren’t going to be able to hold this in until you got home. Cracking a window so you finally felt like you could breathe you let out a sob, collapsing over the steering wheel, letting the pure emotion take over. You hadn’t felt this stupid in a very long time, you’d let Emily get under your skin, let your guard down, you’d finally admitted to yourself that you were falling in love with her. You thought that you’d soon be able to admit it to her, that tonight was going to end with the two of you exclusively together. You knew she was strict when it came to work, but you had no idea one little slip up at the BAU would absolutely destroy everything the two of you had seemingly built over the past near ten months. Your mind began to race through every moment with her, part of you wanted to burn them into your memory forever so you would never forget it, never forget the feel of her lips on your skin, the way she held you tighter when it had been a rough case, the way being around her made warmth bloom through your chest. The other part of you wanted to never have to think about them again, and that part seemed to be winning, the only thing you could hear were her cruel words burning into your skin, making you cry even harder.

“Fucking hell.” Emily swore, wincing at the echoing in her ears of the door slamming. She braced herself against the island for a minute, breathing deeply while the façade slipped from her body and mind. She padded over to the door, locking it and flicking off the hallway light. Back in the kitchen she glanced to Sergio, “ten bucks says she doesn’t show up to work tomorrow.” She swatted him away from the open box of donuts and in retaliation he let out a hiss, swatting at her hand again. “Hey!” He simply stared her down, “oh don’t look at me like that.” She scoffed and he jumped off the island, racing off to his cat bed in the corner to curl up with his back to her.

Great. Not even Sergio to keep her company tonight.

She pulled down a bottle of whiskey, pouring a hefty amount into a glass before downing it, wincing at the burn it left in her mouth, dripping warmth down her throat, burning into her chest. Her shoulders sagged as the liquid moved through her, her lips forming a tight line as she shrunk, wrapping her arms around herself. She couldn’t cry, not here, not now. Her eyes flicked to the coffee cup full of dirt on her tv stand, cursing that it was still there, that she’d had to do what she’d done.

Crossing the room she slammed the bedroom door, stripping off her clothes until she was in the bathroom, that door shut, a towel shoved in the crack under it, music coming from her phone as she blasted the water at its highest pressure and climbed into the shower. It was only there that she let herself finally break, knowing the sound wouldn’t leak through.

It had been a long time since she’d cried, even longer since it had been over something like this. The absolute last thing in the world that she wanted to do was let you go and now she’d shunned you away, likely for good. There was no coming back from twisting the knife as deeply as she had and she knew it. She’d done it on purpose, playing off the stories you’d told her, using your insecurities to make things really sting. As tears slipped down her cheeks she tried to remind herself that she had to do it, you had to believe it was real, that she wanted nothing to do with you. If you didn’t, if she’d let you in on the truth, even with a fake argument there was a likelihood that someone would slip and who knew if there were other bugs, how closely Dewald was watching. She had to hurt you like that, make sure that you wouldn’t come crawling back to her because there was absolutely no way she would be able to turn you away. You were the closest she’d come to loving someone in years. So instead, she did her best to silently sob in the shower, letting the hot water burning on her skin in an attempt to distract her from the emotional pain of losing you.

You managed to get home in one piece, though you felt completely empty, sitting in the driveway trying to come up with the energy to actually go inside. You were staring ahead when your phone buzzed in the cup holder and your eyes slowly moved in that direction, sniffling as you wiped away a stray tear. A surge of anger flashed through you when you saw Emily’s name on the screen, but you opened the message nonetheless.

‘Did you like the flowers?’

A watery scoff left your lips, a whole new set of tears brimming in your eyes, though at least these ones were filled with rage, how dare she? You debated not replying, but your emotions took control of you, fingers darting over the screen to type out the reply.

‘Seriously!? Agent Prentiss, after what you just pulled, the cruel things you said, I never want to hear from you again unless it is work related. In person, calls or over text. Vegas is dead. You made that very clear.’

You would’ve blocked her number if she wasn’t your boss.

There was a bottle of bourbon with your name on it in the kitchen and you knew it, finally having the energy, you grabbed your phone, slamming the car door and jogging up the stairs. It was only once in the kitchen that you spotted the bouquet, still wrapped in paper sitting on the island.

“Fuck you Emily.” You muttered, grabbing them to angrily toss in the garbage chute.

Emily sat on her bed in her coziest pyjamas, very large glass of whiskey in her hand, the tv mumbling nonsense that she wasn’t paying attention to. Her eyes puffy and rimmed red she was staring at her phone where it laid on top of the duvet, wishing that it would buzz despite not having sent a single message in hours. She knew as much as she wanted it, it couldn’t happen, you had to stay away from each other and there was no doubt you hated her now, but the only thing she wanted was to see your name flashing across the screen. She ached to have you be the one to make the first move, beg her to change her mind, to try and right things, that you would promise to do better, whatever it took for her to give you a second chance because she would give it to you in a heartbeat. It felt like hours later when Sergio finally jumped up into her lap, breaking her trance and she finally looked away.

Though it didn’t matter. Not a single text came through, her phone never went off that night.

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