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More Than Neighbors

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Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Endo, Digestion, Melting Digestion, Multiple Instances of Vore, burping

The sun cast a warm glow over the new neighborhood as Jake and Andrew arrived at their freshly leased apartment. The building, a quaint three-story structure, stood proudly with a coat of welcoming beige paint. As they stepped inside, the scent of fresh paint tickled their noses—a sign that this place was truly their canvas to fill.

The apartment had a cozy charm, with sunlight streaming through the large windows that adorned the living room. The kitchen, though compact, exuded a functional elegance, complete with gleaming appliances and granite countertops. A promising beginning to their life together.

With an exchange of glances and a shared smile, Jake and Andrew embarked on a rhythm of unpacking. The air was charged with the excitement of new beginnings. The sound of cardboard boxes being shuffled and furniture being arranged reverberated through the apartment.

Jake's lively voice, filled with enthusiasm, echoed, "Babe, I'm thinking the couch should go right here, what do you say?"

Andrew, a bit more measured in his responses, replied, "Yeah, that works. Gives a nice view of the TV and opens up the space."

Their shared brainstorming intertwined with the mundane yet significant task of setting up their home. Little did they know that this cozy abode would soon become the stage for a more unconventional kind of interaction with their neighbor. Or, at the very least, one that Jake attempted to hide really well.

"I'd love to stay and help, but I've got to go to work. Maybe wait on the heavier tasks till I'm back home, and set up what you can until then," Andrew suggested, a hint of regret in his voice as duty called him away.

Jake nodded, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "Sure thing, babe. I'll leave the heavy lifting for when my strong man is back in action." He winked playfully, earning a chuckle from Andrew.

As Andrew prepared to head out the door, Jake couldn't resist a mischievous comment, "Thinking of greeting our neighbors later. You know, being the friendly new guy in the building."

Andrew shot him a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smirk. "Just don't get into any trouble. And no overly friendly offers, alright?" he quipped.

Jake feigned innocence, a twinkle in his eye. "Who, me? Never!" he teased, giving Andrew a quick peck on the cheek before sending him off to work with a playful swat on the butt. "Hey, I just want to make sure we're on good terms with everyone around here. Plus, who knows, maybe they're super cool."

With a peck on Jake's cheek, Andrew replied, "Alright, social butterfly. Do us proud. See you later, okay?"

"Sure thing. Have a good day at work!" Jake replied, continuing the mundane task of unboxing their many sentimental objects for the next hour.

Jake took a moment in the shiny new bathroom, adjusting his hair and shirt. He wanted to make a good first impression, not just for himself but also for Andrew. With a deep breath, he looked at himself in the mirror, nodding as if giving himself a mental pep talk.

Feeling ready, Jake strolled out of the apartment, locking the door behind him, and headed for the next door. It felt a bit odd, making the rounds so soon, but he figured it was better to know his neighbors sooner rather than later.

Arriving at the door, he took another moment, clearing his throat and then knocked twice. The anticipation was a mix of nerves and excitement, not knowing who would answer the door.

The door creaked open, revealing a man with a dad bod, dressed in a blue gym shirt that depicted a muscular guy lifting, paired with black shorts. The shirt hugged his form in a way that accentuated his physique rather than hiding it, and the casual attire only added to the relaxed charm he exuded. This was Thomas, the neighbor Jake was about to get to know.

"Hey there!" Thomas greeted, a friendly smile on his face. "You must be the new neighbor. I'm Thomas." He extended a hand, a firm handshake revealing the calluses of someone who might hit the gym often.

"Jake," he replied, returning the handshake. "Nice to meet you, Thomas."

Thomas chuckled a bit, the friendly tone still lingering. "Likewise, Jake. So, what brings you to this side of the building?"

Jake shifted slightly, feeling a bit shy under Thomas's friendly gaze. "Just moved in with my boyfriend, Andrew, next door. Thought I'd say hi to the neighbors."

"Ah, the happy couple! Welcome to the neighborhood," Thomas said, rubbing his chin playfully. "You know, you're lucky to have me as a neighbor. I'm like the unofficial welcoming committee around here."

Jake grinned, finding Thomas's confidence oddly endearing. "Well, lucky us then. Thanks for the warm welcome."

Thomas leaned against the door frame, his demeanor casual but with a hint of self-assuredness. "No problem at all. Say, why don't you come in? I was just about to make some tea. A little neighborly chat won't hurt."

Jake hesitated for a moment but couldn't resist the friendly offer. "Sure, why not? Tea sounds good."

The apartment had a pleasant aroma of warmth and familiarity as Thomas led Jake in. It was a cozy space with an inviting feel, making Jake feel a bit more at ease. Thomas moved effortlessly to the small kitchenette, pulling out two cups and preparing tea.

"Here you go, Jake," Thomas said, handing over one of the steaming cups. "I've got a knack for tea, so enjoy."

"Thanks," Jake replied, taking a sip, the warmth of the tea comforting in his hands. "You've got a nice place here."

Thomas grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Yeah, it's my little bachelor pad. Not as neat as it could be, but it's home."

They exchanged pleasantries, Jake finding himself drawn to Thomas's charismatic demeanor. The conversation flowed easily, with Thomas expressing genuine interest in getting to know his new neighbor. At one point, Jake couldn't help but voice a thought that had been lingering in his mind.

"You know, Thomas, you're a pretty interesting guy," Jake said, a playful glint in his eyes. "And, well, quite attractive."

Thomas's response was a cocky smirk, as if he'd expected the compliment. "I get that a lot, and for good reason."

Jake blushed slightly, his admission out in the open. "I hope I'm not being too forward or anything. It's just, you seem like a cool guy."

Thomas chuckled, the cocky edge still present. "No worries, Jake. I can handle a compliment. And cool? I'll take it. We'll have to hang out more, get to know each other better. Maybe introduce me to that boyfriend of yours."

Jake nodded, feeling a warmth spreading through him. "Yeah, that sounds great. Andrew would love to meet you, I'm sure."

With that, the conversation continued, the two sharing stories and laughter, the bond between neighbors growing stronger. Little did Jake know that the more time he spent with Thomas, the deeper his fascination would become. Jake couldn't stop eye-ing his neighbor's dad bod, and especially his slightly protruding belly, which was cozy and inviting.

"What's up?" Thomas said, noticing Jake's attraction to his body and his extended silence.

"Say, Thomas," Jake spoke, his voice a little shaken and apprehensive. "I was wondering if you could… You know," He said, avoiding his neighbor's direct gaze. "Swallow me up?"

The revelation hung in the air, creating a moment of awkward tension between Jake and Thomas. Jake's request was so unexpected that even Thomas, with his confident demeanor, was momentarily taken aback.

"Swallow you up?" Thomas repeated, a bemused expression crossing his face.

Jake, realizing how unusual his request sounded, quickly began to backtrack. "Oh, uh, sorry. That was a weird thing to say. I just thought, you know, it's been a long day with all the moving, and I thought it might be a way to relax. Forget I said anything."

Thomas, recovering from his initial surprise, chuckled. "Hey, no need to apologize. That's definitely one way to unwind. But, you know, what about your boyfriend? Shouldn't he be the one you'd want to spend your evening with?"

Jake hesitated for a moment, glancing around the room as if searching for an excuse. "Andrew's at work. He won't be back for hours. I figured it might be a good time, you know?"

Thomas raised an eyebrow, the cocky smirk returning. "Well, well, looks like I've got some competition with your boyfriend's schedule. Alright, Jake, let's give it a try. Why not?"

Jake's eyes widened in surprise, the realization sinking in that Thomas was actually considering his bizarre request. He stammered, "Wait, really?"

Thomas chuckled again, approaching Jake with a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, really. I was beginning to think the tea in me could use some company." He teased.

As Thomas moved closer, Jake felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did he know that this seemingly casual decision would set the stage for a series of events that would reshape the dynamics of their relationships in ways he couldn't have imagined.

Thomas's demeanor shifted, and a dominant aura enveloped him as he towered over Jake. With a wicked grin, he leaned in, his tongue emerging to sensually trace patterns across Jake's face, leaving a glossy trail of saliva in its wake.

Jake, caught in a mix of surprise and arousal, felt a shiver run down his spine. The dominant display was more than he had bargained for, but there was a certain allure to Thomas's confident and commanding presence.

As Thomas continued to lick, his teasing commentary echoed through the room. "You wanted to relax, right? Well, I'm here to make sure it's a memorable experience for you."

Jake, unable to resist the heat building within him, nodded in agreement. "Yes, I… I wanted something different."

Thomas, seemingly pleased with Jake's response, opened his mouth wide. The sight of those teeth, the expanse of his tongue, and the moist interior of his mouth created a mesmerizing spectacle. Jake, transfixed, felt a combination of excitement and anticipation.

With deliberate slowness, Thomas brought his open mouth closer to Jake's head, giving him a teasing pause. "Ready for the next part?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Jake, feeling the heat of the moment, nodded again. "Yeah, go for it."

Thomas didn't waste any time. He extended his tongue and, with a deliberate and sensual motion, began swallowing Jake's head. The sensation was unlike anything Jake had experienced before—being enveloped by warmth, the pressure increasing gradually as he slid further into Thomas's mouth.

As Jake descended into the darkness, he couldn't help but marvel at the intimacy of the act. The feeling of Thomas's teeth grazing against his skin, the wetness of his tongue, and the gentle pressure surrounding him created a heady mix of pleasure and surrender, and he couldn't be more grateful that he had been forward with his request.

Thomas relished the sensation of Jake's head nestled within the confines of his mouth. The warm, tight space engulfed Jake, and Thomas couldn't resist savoring the unique flavors that each part of his captive offered.

With a deliberate and practiced motion, Thomas began the process of swallowing Jake further. His hands, which had initially rested casually on Jake's torso, now came into play. Fingers pressed gently into Jake's sides, aiding the swallowing process and ensuring a smooth descent.

The fabric of Thomas's shirt stretched as Jake's form traveled lower, gradually disappearing into the voracious depths of Thomas's mouth. The sensation of Jake's descent was hot, tight, and surprisingly intimate. Thomas's throat worked rhythmically, each gulp accompanied by a low, satisfied hum.

As Jake's upper body passed the point of no return, Thomas reveled in the feel of his buttocks. The firm, plump curves were a tantalizing delight, and Thomas couldn't resist using his hands to savor the moment. Fingers kneaded into the soft flesh, ensuring every inch of Jake was embraced by the consuming journey.

Thomas's thick hands squeezed Jake's buttocks inside his mouth, relishing the feeling of the soft flesh yielding to his grasp. The act was both sensual and commanding, a testament to the control Thomas exerted over the devouring process.

As Thomas continued the deliberate swallowing, the bulge in his throat expanded, signaling Jake's gradual descent into the depths of his belly. The once-taut fabric of Thomas's shirt now strained and stretched, barely containing the increasing mass within. The sight was both enticing and provocative, the visible contours of Jake's form pressing against the fabric.

GULP!

With each successive gulp, Jake's head popped beneath the surface of Thomas's belly, causing a noticeable bulge from the outside. The fabric of Thomas's shirt clung desperately to the expanding mass within, the tight material pulled upward by the gravitational pull of Jake's journey into the man's digestive abyss.

The struggle of the fabric against the growing bulge was accentuated by the relentless swallowing. Thomas's throat worked with practiced precision, each gulp drawing Jake further into the churning depths of his belly. The once-cocky bachelor now seemed entirely consumed by the act, his concentration evident in the rhythmic motions of his throat.

The tight shirt, now strained beyond its limits, surrendered to the pressure. With a final, audible rip, the fabric gave way, exposing Thomas's expanding midsection. The bulge, no longer restrained by clothing, continued its ascent, offering a visual spectacle of Jake's gradual submersion into Thomas's digestive embrace.

Thomas's belly was much more pronounced with Jake entirely swallowed up, showcasing his curled up form beneath the bachelor's muscles. He rubbed his belly, moaning, as he let out a huge burp.

BuuuUuUuUuUuUrPPP!!

Thomas grinned, running a hand over his now exposed belly, the remnants of his torn shirt hanging from his waistband. "Well, shit, there goes my favorite gym shirt. And I thought it was tear-resistant. You owe me a new one."

He looked down at Jake's bulge inside him, the corners of his mouth curling up mischievously. "But, you know, it's worth it, just to have you all cozy in there, buddy."

Thomas reclined on his couch, feeling the subtle weight of Jake nestled within him. The torn shirt hung around his waist as a makeshift reminder of their unusual encounter. He ran a hand over his rounded belly, savoring the comforting fullness.

As hours passed, Jake found a peculiar coziness within Thomas's belly. His words, though muffled by the fleshy confines, conveyed a sense of contentment. "So damn cozy in here," Jake's voice reverberated, the sounds dulled by the warm expanse of Thomas's belly.

The bachelor lounged, occasionally shifting in a way that cradled Jake further within him. Thomas chuckled, responding to the muffled remarks. "Yeah? Glad you're enjoying it, buddy. Just chill. We got time, and let me know when that boyfriend of yours is about to come."

Hours drifted lazily by as Thomas continued to chill on his couch, occasionally rubbing his belly as if patting a pet that lay within. Jake, within the comfortable confines of Thomas's belly, began to squirm subtly. His muffled sounds conveyed a sense of restlessness.

Jake's voice was muffled, the words barely decipherable but hinting at the desire to be released. Thomas, catching on, sat up with a casual grin. "Alright, time to set you free, little guy."

Thomas leaned forward, placing his hands on his knees, as the process of regurgitating Jake commenced. A low, guttural sound accompanied the motion, reminiscent of someone trying to force out an unexpected cough. As the first signs of Jake's reappearance became evident, a mixture of saliva and stomach acids accompanied him.

With a final, controlled heave, Jake emerged from Thomas's mouth. The dampened form of the once-swallowed man glistened, adorned with a sheen of Thomas's digestive fluids. Jake coughed and sputtered, the residue of the endosomatic adventure clinging to his form.

Thomas chuckled, leaning back as he wiped a stray droplet from the corner of his mouth. "There you go, Jake. Back to the land of the living, or at least out of my stomach."

Jake fumbled for a nearby napkin, wiping off the remnants of Thomas's digestive embrace from his face. He hesitated, glancing at Thomas with a mix of uncertainty and arousal.

"Fuck, that was hot as fuck," Jake admitted, his cheeks flushed. "Do you think, um… That maybe we could do this regularly?"

Thomas reclined on the couch, a cocky grin forming on his lips. "Regularly, huh? Well, who am I to say no? My gut's taken a liking to your round shape, and I figure I'd want to make use of this torn shirt again."

Jake, still catching his breath, grinned at Thomas. "Thanks, man. That was something else." With a casual wave, he headed back to his apartment, the door closing behind him.

In the privacy of his own place, Jake couldn't help but marvel at the wild experience. "Damn," he muttered, glancing at himself in the mirror. "Shower time before Andrew gets back."

Over the next few weeks, Jake found himself drawn to Thomas's door almost as if by an irresistible force. The frequency of his visits increased, and a peculiar routine developed—almost every time Andrew was out for work, Jake would find himself knocking on Thomas's door, eager for the sensation of being swallowed once more.

It became a clandestine affair, a secret passion that Jake couldn't resist indulging. The cozy afternoons spent nestled in Thomas's belly provided a unique escape, a refuge from the outside world. Thomas, despite his initial cockiness, seemed to enjoy the arrangement just as much.

Their encounters varied. Sometimes it was a quick, spontaneous venture, while on other occasions, Jake lingered longer, savoring the warmth and tightness of his endosoma retreat. As Thomas rubbed his belly in contentment, Jake relished the intimacy of the experience. The thrill of being swallowed, the muffled sounds of Thomas's surroundings, and the cozy darkness of his gut.

Each gulp, each audible swallow, became a part of their unspoken agreement. The torn gym shirt, now a remnant of many sessions, hung as a testament to their peculiar encounters. Thomas, ever the cocky host, reveled in the power dynamics of their arrangement. He would tease Jake with casual remarks, mocking him for how much he craved being inside him, how his gut's taking him from his boyfriend, and relishing the satisfaction of being the one in control. The muffled sounds of casual chatter, the gentle burps that followed, became routine.

One day, after weeks of their clandestine routine, Jake found himself stewing away in Thomas's gut. The familiar sensation of being enveloped in warmth and darkness was his routine escape from reality.

"Almost time for you to be out, bro," Thomas said, getting on his knees, preparing to regurgitate Jake, as they had done several times before. But, before the expected release, Jake squirmed in protest.

"Fuck, just take me," Jake said, his words muffled by the tight confinement of Thomas's gut, fully taken over by a surge of lust.

Thomas, taken aback, paused, looking at Jake with a mix of surprise and confusion. "You mean… like, for real? You want me to…?" he hesitated, gesturing toward his own belly.

Jake, caught in the moment of passion, nodded, confirming the unexpected twist in their usual routine. "Yeah, man. Digest me. Take me in. I want it," he muttered, his voice filled with a mix of desire and abandon.

The unexpected turn left Thomas momentarily stunned, but the allure of Jake's plea proved to be too intoxicating to resist. With a smirk and a shake of his head, Thomas took a deep breath and said, "Glad you said that, a few more weeks and I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from ending you whether you asked for it or not."

Thomas sat back, a casual air about him as he reclined, teasing Jake about the gravity of his words. "You know, bro, you just signed up for the no do-overs, no take-backs deal. You're in my gut now, and you're gonna stay there."

Jake, a mix of excitement and realization playing on his features, squirmed a bit, confirming his acceptance of the unspoken agreement. "Yeah, man, no turning back. I'm all in."

Thomas, with a mischievous grin, decided to take Jake's commitment to a new level. "Alright, bro, you signed up for the 'no more talking' package too." taking Jake's acceptance as a cue, tightened his gut, muffling Jake's words almost to the point of illegibility. With a smug smirk, Thomas leaned back, basking in the moment as he let out a colossal burp that reverberated through the air.

BuuUuUuUurP!

The sound echoed around the room, a declaration of the new reality they had both willingly entered. Thomas, still chuckling casually, patted his slightly bulging belly, sealing the unspoken contract between them. The muffled, indistinct sounds from within only served to emphasize the intimate connection they now shared.

Thomas glanced at the buzzing phone, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like someone's missing their boy, huh?" he teased, waving Jake's phone in the air. "Got a bunch of missed calls and texts. Your boyfriend's probably worried sick about where you are."

He chuckled, placing the phone on a nearby table. "Man, I wish I could see the look on his face when he finds out where you really are. In this big, bulging gut of mine." Thomas patted his belly with a satisfied grin. "But we'll let him stew in curiosity a bit longer. Gotta savor the anticipation, you know?" Thomas said, as he headed to his bedroom.

He sprawled across his bed, one arm behind his head, the other idly rubbing his rounded belly. The bulge from Jake's presence was noticeable, a testament to the intimate arrangement inside. He chuckled, a low, satisfied sound, as he felt Jake squirming within him.

"First night you're staying this long, bro," Thomas remarked, speaking into the empty room. "Better get used to it because, after tonight, you're not coming out. You're gonna be part of me for the last few nights of your life." He shifted slightly, getting comfortable, and let out a contented sigh. "Sweet dreams, man."

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Thomas as he woke up, his gut still pronounced from the previous night's indulgence. Stretching languidly, he sat up, feeling the weight of Jake nestled within him.

Yawning, Thomas got out of bed and ambled towards the bathroom. The tiled floor felt cool beneath his feet. Leaning over the sink, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. With a toothbrush in hand, he began scrubbing his teeth clean.

As he brushed his teeth, his gaze shifted to the protruding belly that pressed against the edge of the sink. Thomas grinned cockily, aware that Jake was experiencing his morning routine for the first time.

"Morning, Jake, you good in there?" Thomas teased, speaking as if Jake could hear him. "Can't quite make out what you'd be saying, but I thought the gesture was nice." He chuckled, imagining Jake's muffled protests from within the confines of his gut.

Finishing up in the bathroom, Thomas got ready for the day ahead, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

As Thomas went about his day, the vibrations of Jake's phone periodically echoed in the room, a persistent reminder of the outside world that seemed increasingly distant. Each buzz was a testament to Andrew's growing worry and curiosity.

Teasingly, Thomas leaned back and patted his belly, as if saying to Jake that he's here to stay. "You know, bro, I think your body's getting a little softer in there. I'm known to have a rough digestion."

From Jake's perspective, the world inside Thomas's gut was undergoing a slow transformation. His clothes, once distinguishable, were becoming indistinct as they melded with the acids. The sensation was peculiar and, at times, disorienting, as his skin slowly melted; It was pleasant, it felt cozier than any of the previous time he's been in here, but it was still disorienting.

The muffled sound of Andrew's persistent calls and messages on Jake's phone served as a distant background noise, a stark contrast to the cocoon of warmth and semi-darkness that enveloped Jake within Thomas's belly.

On the second day, Jake's form inside Thomas's gut underwent a notable transformation. The once distinct features of his body were now indiscernible, a result of the ongoing process of digestion. The clothes that clung to him had long since lost their original form, merging with the liquefying remnants of Jake's physique.

Thomas, perhaps subconsciously or out of growing curiosity, patted his belly, noting a subtle change. The solid tautness that characterized Jake's initial presence was giving way to a softer, more pliable feel. The acids worked persistently, melting away the boundaries of Jake's form. It wasn't an ethereal or surreal process; it was the gritty reality of digestion, the breaking down of flesh and bone into a churning mixture, but despite that it still felt good to Jake.

The sudden, impatient knocking on the door jolted Thomas from his casual reverie. He swung the door open, and there stood Andrew, a mix of worry and irritation etched across his face.

"Hey, sorry to bother you this early, but have you seen Jake?" Andrew asked, his concern evident in his tone. "He's been missing for two days, and I'm getting really worried."

Thomas, wearing a hoodie that conveniently hid the changes in his midsection, shook his head. "Nah, man, haven't seen him. Sorry." There was an apologetic note in his voice as he subtly adjusted the hoodie.

"Fuck," Andrew said, seeming distressed and unaware of Thomas's gut. "Sorry. Just… Let me know if you ever do, okay?" He said, as he continued to the other apartments to ask his other neighbors.

Thomas closed the door and laid back against it, he couldn't resist a teasing smirk. He lifted the hoodie, revealing the slightly softer, bulging gut beneath. "All it took is a lift of my hoodie to show him where ya went. Too bad he'll never figure it out." he remarked, the cocky edge still present in his voice, as Jake squirmed inside his acid-filled gut.

On the third day, Thomas decided to hit the gym, his usual routine slightly altered by the recent addition of Jake to his physique. The once-toned bachelor now sported more of a dad bod, and a slight beer belly had developed, a testament to Jake's presence in his gut.

As he prepared for the workout, Thomas couldn't resist teasing Jake. "Well, bro, today's gonna be a tough one on you. Might speed up your digestion a bit," he quipped with a chuckle. "But hey, I figure I'll make the most of the gains from eating you. Gotta look more attractive when you're gone, right?" The casual banter flowed easily, as he got to exercise his muscles.

Thomas began his gym session with some heavy deadlifts, the weight clanging against the floor with each controlled drop. The impact reverberated through his core, the vibrations felt by Jake nestled within the confines of his bulging belly. With each lift, Thomas's abdominal muscles flexed and tightened, pressing against Jake in rhythmic pulses.

Moving on to bench presses, Thomas lay back on the bench, the pressure of the weights causing his gut to push outward. Jake, caught in the middle of this bodily symphony, experienced the compression and release as Thomas completed each repetition. Sweat glistened on Thomas's forehead, a testament to the exertion he was putting into the workout.

Transitioning to squats, Thomas's movements became more dynamic. As he descended into the squat position, Jake was subjected to the pressure between Thomas's thighs, a sensation that intensified with each rise. The fabric of Thomas's shorts stretched tightly over his expanding waistline, a visible reminder of Jake's presence within.

The stair climber machine was next on Thomas's agenda. With each step, the rhythmic impact resonated through his body, creating a gentle rocking motion for Jake. The pressure on Thomas's midsection increased, and Jake felt the subtle shifts as his surroundings changed with each step.

Finally, Thomas engaged in some core exercises, targeting his abs directly. Crunches and leg raises emphasized the region where Jake was nestled. The compression intensified with each repetition, the steady burn of the workout echoed within Thomas's bulging gut.

Throughout the entire routine, Thomas's banter continued. "You feeling the burn, bro?" he teased, fully aware of the unique experience Jake was undergoing within the confines of his ever-changing gut.

As the days progressed, Jake's once-solid form continued its relentless transformation within the acidic confines of Thomas's stomach. The digestive juices worked with ruthless efficiency, breaking down Jake's flesh and bones into a formless mass. The initial resistance of his physical structure gave way to the corrosive power of the stomach acids, reducing him to a mixture of liquid and dissolved remnants.

The process was slow and methodical. Jake's consciousness began to wane, his awareness slipping away in sync with the dissolution of his physical being. He became entangled in the chemical dance of digestion, losing touch with the boundaries of his form as the acids invaded every nook and cranny of his thick form.

The sensation was a paradoxical blend of pleasure and obliteration. Jake, in his reduced state, was suspended in a state of half-consciousness, afloat in the warm, corrosive embrace of Thomas's stomach. The once-distinct features of his body blurred into a formless, melted amalgamation, his essence merging with the strong digestive acids of Thomas.

As the dissolution progressed, Jake's thoughts became fragmented, his sense of self dissolving along with his body. The blissful haze of digestion enveloped him, a surreal journey into the abyss of being broken down and absorbed.

Thomas reclined on his couch, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. His fingers drummed lazily on his bloated midsection, now transformed into a softer, beer-belly dad bod. The once-defined muscles were replaced by a plump layer, evidence of Jake's gradual assimilation into Thomas's physique.

"Look at this," Thomas mused, patting his slightly flattened stomach. "You're almost all mine, bro. I've been digesting you real good. Your essence is now part of what makes me, well, me. Bet you can't even comprehend that with how melted you are."

He let out a hearty belch, the sound reverberating through his sloshy midsection. Thomas's arrogance echoed in his words, a mix of crass amusement and self-satisfaction.

"You thought you could handle being in my gut regularly, but look at you now. Just a sloshy mess, melting away into nothingness. And here I am, getting beefier, looking better than ever," he continued, chuckling at the thought. "You're practically my personal enhancement, bro. A little seasoning to make me even more irresistible."

Thomas shifted, adjusting his posture to emphasize the changes in his physique. The casual arrogance in his voice painted a vivid picture of a man reveling in the results of his unconventional dietary choices.

"In a few more days, you'll be nothing but a memory, a part of my gains. Can't say it wasn't a good run for you, though. The best thing you did was willingly dive into my gut."

Thomas stepped out of his apartment and immediately encountered Andrew in the hallway, looking disheveled and anxious. Andrew's eyes widened at the noticeable change in Thomas's physique.

"Dude, have you seen Jake? I've been going out of my mind looking for him," Andrew pleaded, concern etched on his face. "You know what, don't fucking answer. I know you would've told me if you had already."

Thomas feigned innocence, scratching his head. "It's good, dude. Jake? Uhh, not sure, man. I mean, I've seen a lot of people around, you know? Can't keep track of everyone." He said, "Maybe he ghosted you or something. It happens. But hey," He gave Andrew a pat on the shoulder, "I'm here for ya if you need me, dude."

"Thanks, man." Andrew said insincerely, wanting nothing more than to know where his boyfriend went, but still appreciating the offer.

As they moved further away from each other, Thomas couldn't resist a sly grin, his hand casually rubbing his now beefier belly. "Damn, Jake. Not a word to your worried boyfriend? Never took you for the silent type." He teased as his stomach growled, knowing that Jake wasn't in a state to respond let alone comprehend, only existing for a few more days before he's fully digested down by the bigger man.

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deltaromeo3 · 9 months

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ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? - Mason Mount

pairing: mason mount x footballer!reader

summary: in which the Chelsea women’s and men’s team have a joint training- revealing a new transfer.

✿ A/N: this is a long one yall… couldn’t write short fics for the life of me. + this is my first mason/football fic! hope you enjoy it :) let me know if i should write more mason/football fics? :p feedback is appreciated <3

— Requests are open! Send some my way :)

It was a wet Thursday morning. Training went on as usual; starting with stretching and warm ups.

It was only when Mason was halfway done with his stretches that he realise something or rather someone had caught the attention of his fellow teammates.

“Is she new? Haven’t seen her around before.” Reece asks Ben.

He figured they were chatting on about the women’s team on the other side of the pitch. Mason wasn’t really interested, he’s seen them around before. Theres the usual like Sam Kerr, Lauren James, Fran Kirby…

Well… he wasn’t interested.. not until Kai chimes in.

“Watcha lookin’ at boys?” Kai spoke.

“Number-” Reece squints, hoping it would make the number appear more clearer.

“Eight?” Kai finishes his sentence.

“Yeah yeah! She new?”

Kai nods. “Yeah and shes a forward. But she can play AM CM proper well. Or so I’ve heard,”

“Really?” Mason speaks, a little amused by your ability to play multiple positions- one of them being the same as his.

Kai hums in response. “Why Mase? Interested?” He smirks, elbow making contact with Mason’s rib.

“N-nah…” He takes one more glance towards you.

★★★

You were busy warming up when you realised you were sharing a pitch with the Chelsea mens team. Not gonna lie, you were excited.

“Good morning!” Lauren greets you and you greet her back.

“Good morning indeed,” You glanced towards the other side of the pitch- towards the direction of the men’s team.

She suddenly chuckles, “You’ve got fans.” She chinned towards where the men’s team were standing.

You turned around to be met with Reece, Ben, Kai and Mason all looking your way. Reece gave you a friendly wave and you waved back.

Lauren throws a smirk at you.

“What? I’m being friendly,”

★★★

Training was almost over. Everyone was dismissed for a short water break and so you headed to the sidelines to grab a drink.

As you headed towards the water bottles, you could hear the loud chatter coming from your left.

You were sipping on your drink, minding your own business when suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around to be met with whom you were sure was Reece James.

“H-hey,” Reece stutters. “Are you new here? Sorry, I know it’s a tad bit random but we’re all just wondering. Haven’t seen you ‘round here before.”

You let out a soft laugh, finding it unusual. “You’re Reece, right?”

He nods, “Y-you know me?” He stutters as you catch him offguard.

You chuckled. “Of course! You’re one of the best right backs, how could I not?”

You could see a smile forming on his face, but it was hidden quickly.

“I’m Y/N. And yeah, i’m new. What’s up?”

“Oh- Nah, me and my mates were just wondering.”

You let out a chuckle, “You mean the mates that are looking at us right now?”

“Wh-“ Reece turns around, only to be met with three pairs of eyes looking at the interaction going on between the two of you.

He scratches the back of his head, “Yeah.. them. Sorry. They’re weirdos.”

You chuckled, but was soon interrupted by Mason coming by.

“Oi Reece! Stop bugging her! Sorry, he’s a bit of a chatter bug today. Hi, I’m Mason.” He extends his hand and you shake it. He smiles at you, and you can already feel your heartbeat quickening.

“Hi Mason, I’m Y/N,” You said, trying to play it cool.

Y/N..Y/N.. Mason thinks to himself. I must remember to look her up on Instagram later.

“That’s a nice name. You must be new here! Welcome to Chelsea.”

“Y-yeah! Welcome to Chelsea.” Reece adds.

“Thank you! I feel so welcomed already,” You smiled.

You wanted to continue the conversation with them but your coach was calling for you.

“Well it was nice meeting you- Mason, Reece. But as you can see I’m needed elsewhere. Twas a nice chat!” You waved as you jogged off.

“Having fun aren’t ya?” Coach Hayes teased.

“I’m just being friendly is all,” You smiled.

Meanwhile….

“Nice name? Really Mase?” Reece teased.

Mason chuckles, “What? It’s true innit? Y/N.”

★★★

WEMBLEY STADIUM - Chelsea Vs Manchester United

Your heart was pounding. This would be the game that would determine the Women’s FA Cup winner.

You were in the changing room, pre-gaming. You had your AirPods in- “No limit by G-Eazy” playing. Needless to say, you were in your own world.

You were suddenly interrupted when Lauren came by and sat down beside you. By the looks of it, you were sure she was talking to you. You paused your song.

“I’m sorry Lauren, didn’t catch any of that. What did you say?”

“I said,” She pauses. “You know what? Never mind. Gotta keep your mind in the right place. I’ll tell ya after the game.”

You found it a little suspicious but you brushed it off and continued being in your own bubble.

Little did you know….

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Obviously you didnt know it just yet… You didn’t even have time to check your phone.

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“A 3p in the FA Cup for Chelsea. They’ve won it for the third year in a row! Y/N L/N, the man- or woman of the match for today! Incredible! Seems like Chelsea made the right decision.”

You managed to score the winning goal, clinching Chelsea their FA cup win. You were overjoyed, once again proving Chelsea right- having you wouldn’t be a waste.

You were seated on the podium after celebrating with your team- trying to find photos to post on Instagram.

You looked up for a brief second, suddenly realising that Reece was congratulating and talking to Lauren. But that wasn’t it, no- not far behind him were Kai, Ben and Mason goddamn Mount. Wasn’t hard to spot him as he was in Chelsea’s jersey.

You continued to edit your photos, not caring much about them when suddenly you felt a presence glooming over you.

“So, man of the match huh?” He teases.

You immediately recognised the voice.

You let out a soft chuckle before locking your phone to look up at him. “It appears so,”

He laughs. There it was. The laugh. The feeling you got when you heard his laugh and you saw his smile felt even better than winning the cup. Maybe that was a stretch, but it was true.

“Congratulations by the way,” He sits down next to you.

“Thank you Mason. I didn’t know you came! I could’ve dedicated my goal to you,”

“Wh-what?” He laughs as you catch him off guard.

“I’m just joking,” You smile. “Who are you here for? Lauren? Fran perhaps…?” You asked, hoping to find out who the lucky girl would be. Sure as hell couldn’t be you.

“Fran?” He laughs again. It’s you, you muppet. He thinks to himself. “Well… do you see me talking to them right now?”

“You could be, they’re right there,” You glanced towards Lauren and Fran, who were already looking towards you with a mischievous grin on their faces.

“I just did. And now i’m talking to you. I came here for you!”

“What?” Now you were the one who were caught off guard.

“I’m here for you,” He repeats himself.

“No yeah- I heard you. W-why?”

He laughs. “I just had to! Kai and Ben were going on about how good you were so I just had to see it for myself. And boy they weren’t wrong. You play better than me.”

You blushed. “Thank you Mason,”

“So can I get your autograph, Miss Y/N L/N? Sign my jersey perhaps? It’ll be worth tons one day I know it!”

You let out a cackle, “Don’t be silly Mason,”

“I’m serious! Cmon!”

“A photo perhaps? It’ll last longer,”

He nods. You call Lauren over to take a photo of the both of you. She leaves shortly after.

Mason suddenly takes the medal off of your neck, walking off back to Reece and the rest, and you followed suit.

“Who’s medal ya got there Mase?”

“Oh no one’s. Just the man of the match.” He bloats jokingly, glancing towards you.

The group laughs. He quickly takes off the medal, handing it back to you but you stopped him.

“Ah ah, wait. Be a doll and pose for me,”

And so, he does. Such a doll he is.

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“So, what was it you said in the changing room?” You asked Lauren.

She glances over to her brother and his group of friends. “Aren’t you glad they came?”

“Oh I’m more then glad.”

“Awesome. Cause this isn’t the last you’ll be seeing of them.”

Your phone dings.

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Our Little Secret (Part Three)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Smut, Age-Gap, Daddy Issues

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

It was two o'clock on Sunday evening and you had already packed your bag for the night as well as the following day at school.

"Where are you off to?" your mother Sarah asked casually, not quite understanding why you were so nervous and excited.

"Emma invited me over for dinner tonight. I will be staying at her house, if that's alright," you lied effortlessly, keeping up the charade. Your mother looked uncertain for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Well, that sounds fun," she replied, her tone suggesting she was unsure whether to trust your story or not. She had become increasingly suspicious of your behavior recently, due to your secretive nature.

"It will be, I think," you told your mother while disliking the very fact that you had lied to her. Lying was not something you unusually did, especially not to your mother, and just as you thought about your actions some more, you heard the doorbell ring.

You tried to hide your apprehension and nervousness, pretending to be focused on answering the door. As you opened the door, however, your heart sank when you saw Cillian's wife Danielle who, until now, you had only encountered twice.

"Look at you, all dressed up. Are you going on a date?" she asked as she saw you, your hair tied back neatly, wearing a simple but elegant dress.

"Sort of, seeing a friend" you replied nonchalantly before calling for your mother, hoping that she wouldn't ask any more questions.

Danielle crossed her arms over her chest, clearly skeptical of your answer. "Just friend? Or boyfriend?" she pressed, glancing at the house, expecting to find Cillian hiding somewhere as, usually, his brother Frank's house was where he would go if he had trouble at home.

"Just a friend. A girl I am going to school with," you told Danielle, trying to sound casual but feeling a bit anxious.

You didn't want to get caught lying to her, but it was necessary to protect your secret affair with her husband. You didn't know what she might do if she discovered the truth, especially given her volatile temperament.

"Fair enough," she went on to say before, finally, your mother came walking down the stairs to greet her.

"Hi, Danielle! It's so good to see you," your mother welcomed her, her voice bright and friendly despite the undercurrent of uncertainty.

"Likewise. Thanks for having me over," Danielle responded, her tone still slightly cold but warming up somewhat.

"Come in, I will make us some coffee," your mother offered, and you wondered what this was all about.

Your mother Sarah did not usually get along with Danielle but, for some reason unknown to you, she had invited her to your house following yet another argument with Cillian.

"What are you two up to?" you thus asked nosily as your curiosity got the better of you. The two women exchanged awkward glances before Danielle cleared her throat and replied, "We were just catching up."

You nodded, but it was clear to everyone in the room that there was an underlying tension between you, your mother, and Danielle. This tension seemed to intensify whenever the three of you were in the same space, creating an uneasy atmosphere in your home.

As the conversation turned to trivial matters, such as the weather and local events, you felt a mix of relief and frustration. While it was nice to divert your attention from the growing animosity among the adults, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Unable to escape the discomfort any longer, you decided to finally excuse yourself and head to the Four Seasons where you were meeting Cillian at four o'clock, hoping that Danielle would not have become to notice.

Leaving your mother and Danielle behind, you stepped outside into the cool evening air, allowing it to clear your mind and refocus your thoughts.

The walk to the Four Seasons was relatively short, allowing you to think about the complex web of lies and deceit you had spun around your own life. You were no stranger to playing games, but never before had you been involved in anything quite so treacherous.

Each step you took towards the hotel brought you closer to the man whose touch had ignited a fire within you. Your skin tingled with anticipation, eager to experience the heat of his embrace once again even while thinking about his wife being at your house, drinking coffee with your mother.

She was clearly oblivious to what was happening behind her back and yet, for some reason, you did not care.

The Four Seasons loomed ahead, its facade a stark contrast against the darkening sky. Your heart raced as you drew nearer, fear and excitement coursing through your veins. You knew that once you entered those doors, there would be no turning back. Your fate was sealed, your desires laid bare for Cillian to devour.

The familiar scent of his cologne wafted toward you, making your pulse race as you saw him standing there, in the lobby, right on time.

He noticed you too, his eyes locking onto yours before he greeted you casually.

"You look gorgeous," he whispered. His voice was low and seductive, sending shivers down your spine.

You smiled shyly, your hands trembling with anticipation. "And you don't look so shabby yourself," you whispered back, unable to meet his gaze.

He moved towards you, his fingers trailing lightly across your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch, yearning for more, but he wouldn't allow it. Not here, amongst all those people.

Without a word, he led you towards the elevator, pressing the button to call it.

"How was your weekend?" he then asked casually again, engaging in some small talk with you and you could not help but bring up his wife and the fact that she had visited your mother earlier that day.

"She does not know about us, does she?" you then asked, trying to figure out how much danger you were in.

"No, sweetheart, she doesn't. She knows nothing about our little trysts," he assured you confidently, his voice deep and calming.

"Then why did she come and visit my mum? They don't usually get along," you asked cautiously, trying to understand the reason behind her visit.

"I would say it has to do with my sister's wedding in France. Apparently, she asked both, Danielle and your mother to be her bridesmaids," he explained matter-of-factly, attempting to provide an innocent explanation for Danielle's unexpected visit.

You pondered his words silently, processing the information. It made sense - they might have met during the preparations or simply bonded over the family drama.

"So, you are saying that we are all going to France together? Like a family excursion?" you chuckled, feeling a bit lighter. You couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all – you, caught in a tangled web of lies, planning to deceive everyone around you, and now being dragged into this foreign adventure.

"Something like that," he replied with a grin, his hand lightly touching your cheek. "Which could be interesting," he then pointed out playfully, making you blush even more.

You followed him into the elevator, your heart pounding harder in your chest. He reached out, gently caressing your arm, making you shiver in anticipation. As the elevator doors closed, you found yourself pressed against him, your breath quickening.

When the elevator stopped at the top floor, he guided you towards his room, the air thick with tension. Inside, he swiftly shut the door behind you, closing off the world outside.

"So, you said you wanted to spend the entire night with me," you told him, shivering slightly.

"Yes, I intend to," he responded huskily, his eyes burning with desire.

"What about your wife? Won't she miss you at home?" you questioned; your concern evident.

He shook his head, reassuring you. "No, she won't. We've planned this out. It'll seem like I'm away for an interview," Cillian reassured you while he approached you, caressing your skin.

His words gave you a sense of relief, but also a twinge of guilt. You were deceiving your mother, his wife, and potentially ruining lives and relationships. But as you looked into his eyes, you felt a surge of passion and longing that seemed to override all other feelings.

You leaned forward, your lips grazing his as you tentatively kissed him. His response was immediate and intense, his mouth claiming yours with an urgency that left you breathless. You pulled back momentarily, needing to catch your breath.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

In a flurry of movement, you obeyed, shedding each piece of clothing until you stood naked before him.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "And so obedient too," he smirked, seeing that you had, indeed, complied with his request.

"Tell me what you want me to do," you requested nervously, your voice trembling slightly as you spoke. You wanted to prove yourself to him, show him that you were willing to push boundaries for him.

Cillian studied you for a moment, his eyes burning with desire. Then, without further ado, he grabbed your hand and led you towards the bed.

"Something we have not done before," Cillian requested, his eyes burning with desire.

"And what may that be?" you queried cautiously, attempting to maintain eye contact despite the shiver running down your spine.

His eyes glinted with a mixture of anticipation and lust.

"I want you to get on to your knees and use your mouth to make me cum," he determined, and his bold statement sent shockwaves through your body, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

"I will try," you stammered in response, feeling a mix of dread and excitement well up within you.

He nodded approvingly, a smug smile curling the corners of his lips. "Good girl." He stepped closer, allowing you to catch the scent of his musky cologne. His breath, heavy with desire, caressed your cheek as he leaned in close.

With one swift movement, he pulled off his belt, undid his pants, and pushed them down, freeing his long, hard erection. In the dim lighting, it stood proudly, calling out to you.

"Get on your knees. I will talk you through it," Cillian instructed calmly, his tone betraying no trace of impatience. You swallowed, your throat dry from the sudden surge of adrenaline. Gingerly, you knelt down, placing your hands behind Cillian's legs, feeling the soft fabric of his briefs brush against your fingers. Your entire body trembled with apprehension and excitement.

"Start by using your tongue to trace the outline of my shaft," Cillian ordered.

His voice, laced with authority, caused your pulse to race even faster. You complied hesitantly, following his instructions. As your tongue touched his sensitive skin, he groaned softly, a deep rumble that reverberated throughout your core.

"Now open your mouth and take my cock inside," he commanded, his voice now thick with arousal. Swallowing hard, you obeyed, taking him into your mouth.

It felt strange, yet thrilling. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations, trying to ignore the uncertainty coursing through your veins. As you moved your head up and down, Cillian's moans intensified, fuelling your confidence. Your heart raced, the excitement overpowering any lingering doubts.

Cillian grabbed your hair, guiding your movements. "That's it, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice laced with approval.

"Keep going. You're doing great." The praise warmed your heart, filling you with a newfound sense of confidence. Your lips caressed his length, moving slowly, deliberately.

You looked up at him, watching his reaction, and saw the intensity in his eyes. His gaze locked onto yours, and he pulled you closer by your hair, commanding you to go deeper. You obliged, taking more of him into your mouth, feeling the tip tickle the back of your throat.

Cillian threw his head back, arching his back and groaning deeply.

"Open up your throat for me," he demanded, pulling you closer by your hair. You obliged, taking him deeper into your mouth, feeling his weight on your shoulders as you did so.

Cillian held onto your hair, controlling your movements, his other hand reaching down to fondle your breasts. His touch sent shivers through your body, heightening your awareness of every part of your body. He cupped your breast, tweaking your nipples, causing you to gasp at the sensation.

You found yourself becoming more confident more adventurous, as you continued to pleasure him.

"Open," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. You obeyed instantly, widening your throat to accommodate his full length. Cillian growled in appreciation, his hips thrusting forcefully, driving himself deeper into your throat, causing you to gag.

He smiled, knowing how much power he held over you as you almost choked on his cock.

Cillian took advantage of your vulnerability, grabbing your chin and forcing you to stare directly into his eyes. "That's right, baby. You need to take all of me. Relax and open up your throat for my cock" he groaned.

He then released your chin, and you coughed violently, tears streaming down your face. "See? That's what happens when you don't listen," he chuckled and you gasped for air, the tears in your eyes making it difficult to focus.

"Do you think you can swallow all of my cum?" Cillian challenged the question as a test of your ability to fulfil his desires. You felt a twinge of panic, unsure of how you would react, but you remained silent, hoping your silence conveyed confidence as he continued to use your throat for his pleasure.

Cillian grinned, amused by your reaction. "I guess we will find out soon enough," he stated, his tone leaving little doubt as to the outcome. He grabbed your head again, angling it toward his shaft, and began thrusting into your mouth with a fervour that sent a shudder through your body.

As you deep-throated him, your saliva mixed with his precum, lubricating the action. You struggled to swallow, your throat straining under the pressure, but you persevered, eager to please him. His rhythm grew more intense, faster, as you attempted to keep pace with his demands.

Cillian reached down and cupped your breast, pinching your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. This only served to spur him on, and he pushed deeper into your throat, causing you to choke again.

As you struggled, he grasped your breast firmly, massaging your nipple roughly, which intensified your arousal. Your mind clouded, overwhelmed by the erotic stimulation, and your body ached for release.

Cillian continued to thrust harder into your mouth, grunting and swearing incoherently. You tried to keep up, your head bobbing wildly as you sought to keep him satisfied. Your own breath was ragged, and your heartbeat pounded fiercely in your ears.

The thought of pleasing Cillian further drove you to continue pushing past your limits. You felt your body responding instinctively to his touch, growing wetter, more aroused. Your hands grasped his thighs tightly, trying to hold on to something steady amidst the chaos.

Cillian's hips bucked violently, and you struggled to keep up with his increasing tempo.

"Be a good girl and swallow all of it," he eventually ordered just before you felt your mouth fill with his essence, a warm, musky liquid that made your taste buds tingle. Despite your fear, you knew you couldn't fail him.

You summoned the courage, opening your throat fully to receive his cum. As his hot seed filled your mouth, you felt a rush of satisfaction rise up within you and Cillian's grip on your head loosened, and you pulled away, allowing his semen to slide down your throat. It tasted bitter, but you didn't let it deter you. Instead, you savoured the experience, relishing in the fact that you had given him such immense pleasure.

"Such a good girl" he complimented, running his hands through your hair, sending shivers down your spine. You felt a mix of pride and excitement at his words. "Well done," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

You blushed, looking down at the floor, embarrassed yet exhilarated by the praise. You realized that this was just the beginning - a stepping stone towards exploring even more taboo fantasies together.

Your heart raced, fuelled by the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Cillian's dominance left you both excited and terrified, a dangerous combination that only amplified the sexual tension between you. He grabbed your chin, tilting your head upward, forcing you to meet his gaze. The intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine, leaving you completely captivated.

"Now lay down on the bed for me and spread your legs wide," he commanded, his voice deep and authoritative.

Swallowing nervously, you obeyed, crawling onto the king-size bed, spreading your legs wide open, exposing yourself completely to him.

Cillian's eyes roamed hungrily over your exposed body, appreciating the sight of your long legs, smooth skin, and soft curves. "I want to see your body covered in my cum tonight," he announced, his voice husky with desire. "But first, I want to try something I bought for you," Cillian revealed, his voice dark with malice.

You hesitated, uncertain about where this was heading. But before you could ask, he unveiled a black velvet bag containing an array of toys. Your eyes widened, as your curiosity piqued.

What did he have in store for you now? Feeling vulnerable and scared, yet excited by the prospect of being in his control, you watched him carefully, waiting for his next move.

Cillian selected a mysterious item from the bag – a blindfold. He positioned it gently around your eyes, ensuring it was comfortable but restricting your vision.

"Now, close your eyes," he instructed, his voice low and seductive. Your heart raced as you obeyed, the darkness surrounding you intensifying the anticipation.

With your eyes closed, your other senses were heightened, amplifying the already palpable sexual tension. You could feel the softness of the sheets beneath you, the warmth of the room, and the lingering scent of Cillian's cologne mingling with your own unique fragrance.

Cillian then reached for your wrists and guided them above your head where he tied them to the bedhead with two silk scarves.

You shivered slightly at the restraint, your body reacting involuntarily to the feeling of helplessness. However, the excitement built within you as you realized you were entirely at his mercy.

Cillian moved in between your legs, his presence a commanding force that filled the room. He ran his fingers gently along your shoulder blades, drawing soft circles across your breasts, before trailing them down your stomach, eliciting a shiver from you. With his hands now free, he gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him, making the restraints hurt just a little around your wrist. The pain added to the sensual tension between you.

Cillian ran his tongue down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His lips found yours, kissing you passionately, using his tongue to explore your mouth, claiming you as his own. He pulled back briefly, leaving you wanting more. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin. You couldn't help but blush at his compliment.

The way he spoke to you, with such possessiveness and dominance, sent a thrilling wave of heat coursing through your body. It was both exciting and terrifying, a dangerous combination that only amplified the sexual tension between you. You were lost in his world, surrendering to his every whim, eager to satisfy his every desire.

Despite the fear, you felt strangely empowered by his control. Your entire body seemed to be on fire, and you could feel the flush rising in your cheeks.

Your mind raced with images of what might happen next, your thoughts drifting from one possibility to another. It was as if the anticipation was making the room itself seem warmer, the atmosphere thick with desire.

As you lay there, bound and blindfolded, you could hear the sound of a drawer opening. Cillian removed some items from it and returned to stand beside you. He placed his hand on your leg, caressing it gently, teasing you with the unknown.

"You know, you're going to be very sore at school tomorrow," he murmured playfully, his breath tickling your ear. You quivered, both excited and frightened by his words.

Cillian knelt down between your legs, his lips brushing against your inner thigh as he trailed kisses upwards, sending shivers down your spine. His hands explored your body, lightly tracing over your sensitive skin, making you writhe with need. You arched your back, pressing your body against his face, seeking more contact, more sensation.

Cillian took advantage of your invitation, moving lower to explore your delicate flesh with his lips and tongue. The warmth of his breath caressed your inner thighs, making your body quiver with anticipation. You could feel his rough stubble grazing your skin, heightening the sensation.

"Let's see how much you can take before you start begging to cum," he whispered in your ear, his tone dark and threatening. Your heart raced, both afraid and aroused by his dominance.

Cillian shifted his weight, settling between your legs. He pressed his hard cock against your entrance, causing you to wince at the sudden intrusion.

"Relax, baby," he urged, slowly thrusting in and out of you, his movements measured and controlled.

"I will just fuck you for a little bit before I have a good taste of that sore little pussy of yours," he said, his voice rough with desire.

Your moans echoed through the room, amplifying the primal nature of your union. You could feel the heat building between your legs, the pressure increasing until it felt like you were on the verge of climax.

"You are so wet and so goddamn tight," he commented, his voice husky with approval.

He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, taking you deeper into the sensual abyss until, suddenly, he pulled out of you.

"Cillian, please," cried out in frustration, wanting him to continue, but he simply grinned at your reaction. "Not yet, sweetheart," he taunted, his voice dark with lust. "You haven't earned the right to cum yet."

Your eyes narrowed in defiance beneath your blindfold, your chest heaving with pent-up desire. "Don't push me too far," you threatened, trying to maintain a sense of control despite your submission.

Cillian chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I push you as far as I want to push you," he smirked, his dominant demeanour leaving no doubt that he was in complete control before, suddenly, he reached for the pillow on your side and shuffled it beneath your ass.

"What are you doing?" you panicked under your blindfold, attempting to break free from his hold. He smirked at your resistance, his hand finding its way back to your hip, pinning you down further.

"Just enjoying the view," he replied nonchalantly, his voice carrying a hint of menace. You shuddered at his reply, feeling both aroused and frightened by his dominance.

As you struggled against the restraints, Cillian's fingers found their way between your legs once again, circling your clit gently before plunging inside you. Your body responded instantly, writhing beneath him as you sought release.

"So responsive," he growled, his voice a mix of admiration and possession. "But I just know that you're going to beg for my cock again soon," he said before, finally, leaning down and, for the first time, his mouth made contact with your clit.

His tongue circled around it gently, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. You bucked against him, unable to contain the waves of pleasure surging through your body. You whimpered as his expert touch sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through you.

His fingers found their way back to your entrance, and his thumb began to gently circle your clit. He pushed one finger inside you, and you groaned at the heavenly sensation. He began to work your clit in rhythm with his fingers, driving you wild with pleasure.

As your cries grew louder, Cillian increased the intensity of his assault, using his fingers to stretch and fill you.

"Oh, god!" you cried out, your hips bucking uncontrollably. "Please, please let me cum!"

Cillian continued to torment you relentlessly, never giving you the release you desperately craved. His fingers pumped in and out of you, the rhythmic motions making you dizzy with arousal.

Each thrust brought forth gasps and moans from you, and with each passing moment, you felt yourself losing all sense of reality. As he continued to torment you, you started to lose track of time, consumed solely by the pleasure his skilled fingers and tongue provided until his index finger reached a new territory.

"Have you ever played with your ass before?" Cillian asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. You had fantasized about it but had never actually tried it. "Uhm, no..." you admitted sheepishly.

Cillian smirked, taking his dominant position even further. "Good, that means it is going to be nice and tight. I will enjoy that," he said, reaching behind you to spread your cheeks apart.

"I will just use my finger first and then, I will put a plug inside you. Over a few days, this should get you ready for my cock," he explained, his voice dripping with confidence. You trembled at the thought of it and, when suddenly, Cillian spit onto your tight opening, you gasped in shock.

"Why did you do that?" you asked, trying to recover from the surprise.

"To make it easier for me to finger your asshole," he answered matter-of-factly before pushing his index finger inside your tight opening.

You let out a sharp cry as his finger slipped into you, the unexpected pain mixed with excitement making your head spin.

"See? So tight," he remarked, admiring his handiwork before he worked his finger in and out of you slowly, deliberately, testing your limits, making sure you could handle his invasion.

You closed your eyes, struggling to process the intense sensations coursing through your body. "Fuck," you cursed, your breath caught in your throat.

"Please, I can't take any more," you told him, but Cillian laughed, amused by your desperate plea.

"Babe, you can take more than you think," he assured you before lowering himself again and beginning to circle his tongue over your clit while his finger continued its assault on your rectum.

"Better?" he then asked and you moaned out a low "yes" in response.

The sensations were overwhelming, and you couldn't help but cry out.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his deep voice resonating throughout the room.

The combination of his tongue lapping gently at your clit and his fingers pushing deeper into your ass created an indescribable tension within you. Each movement only served to fuel your desires, pushing you closer to the edge of sanity.

You moaned loudly, your muscles tensing as you felt your orgasm approach. Cillian's tongue danced along your clit, teasing it mercilessly. Your hips rocked involuntarily, yearning for relief. Your cries filled the room, blending with the sound of their echoes.

Cillian's finger moved in and out of your ass, the sensation foreign yet strangely exhilarating. It seemed almost impossible to distinguish between pleasure and pain as your body was pushed to its limits.

You found yourself clenching your teeth, fighting to maintain composure as the waves of ecstasy crashed upon you. The sheer intensity of the feelings coursing through your body was almost overwhelming, yet you longed for more. You felt vulnerable, exposed, and intensely aroused as Cillian skilfully manipulated your body to his own desires.

"Let's see if you can take the plug then, shall we?" Cillian asked, his eyes dark and brooding

"I want you to watch now. This is new and exciting," Cillian then told you, removing the blindfolds before he reached into the bag and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant. With precise, confident movements, he applied a generous amount onto the plug, ensuring it was well-coated.

"Now," he instructed, a hint of authority in his tone. "You need to relax your muscles for me." Cillian whispered softly, his words sending a wave of arousal through you. Despite the intensity of what he was doing, his gentle guidance calmed your nerves somewhat. You took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand.

As he began to insert the plug into your ass, you winced slightly from the initial discomfort. But then, as the sensation settled, you realized that it wasn't nearly as painful as you had expected.

In fact, it felt rather pleasant and exciting. Cillian's hand gripped your shoulder reassuringly, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Relax, baby. This will feel much better when I'm inside you. You will feel so full, with the plug in your ass and my cock in your pussy," Cillian murmured, his voice low and seductive.

You shivered at his words, your arousal growing with every minute that passed. You felt so exposed and vulnerable, yet so excited and turned on.

The sensation of the plug in your ass was strange, yet oddly arousing. It was a sensation you had never experienced before, but one that ignited something deep within you.

As Cillian continued to speak, your mind became clouded with desire. He was controlling you, guiding you, dominating you - and it was thrilling.

"Now, be a good girl hold nice and still for me. There will be some pressure," Cillian told you as he lined his cock up with your wet slit again while the buttplug was lodged into your rear passage.

He gently pressed forward, causing you to moan deeply from the sudden intrusion.

The sensation of two things filling you simultaneously was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, overwhelming yet exhilarating. Cillian's control over you was apparent as he easily maneuvered both the buttplug and his hard cock into your body.

"Feels so fucking good, doesn't it?" he demanded, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Your body is made for this. Your little holes, they were made for me to use them," Cillian groaned and you shuddered, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. Was this really happening? Was this what you truly wanted? As his hips began to move, he entered you even deeper, claiming you fully as his own.

The weight of his body pressing down on yours, combined with the intense sensations building within you, sent you spiralling toward an explosion of pleasure.

His fingers found their way back to your entrance, massaging and stroking you as he pounded into you, taking control of your body completely. Your mind was lost in a haze of arousal, with nothing but the heat of his skin against yours and the taste of his sweat lingering on your lips.

As he thrust into you, the walls of your vagina contracted around him, milking him. You could hear the grunts of satisfaction escaping his lips with each stroke.

His pace was quick and steady, the bed creaking beneath you as his powerful body surged forward, thrusting in and out of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, anchoring him to you, never wanting this incredible feeling to end.

Cillian leaned down, capturing your lips in a rough kiss, the passion in his eyes burning with raw lust. As you held each other close, the rhythm of your bodies moved in tandem, creating a beautiful harmony. You could feel your body responding to his touch, aching for release.

"Now, I want you to cum for me baby," Cillian commanded, his voice now hoarse with desire. You moaned in response, your whole body quivering in anticipation.

As you reached the brink of climax, Cillian picked up the pace, driving into you harder and faster. The intensity of the sensations building within you grew stronger, the pressure mounting unbearably. You bit your lip, attempting to hold back the scream that threatened to escape your throat.

You felt your entire body convulse, your muscles tensing, the pleasure becoming too much to bear.

You screamed his name, your body bucking wildly underneath him. Cillian met your gaze, his eyes fierce with determination. His grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, as if trying to push you over the edge once more.

"Yes, baby, come for me!" he urged, his voice harsh with desire.

His words spurred you on, and you let go, giving yourself over to the wave of ecstasy crashing over you.

Your cries filled the room, matching the intensity of your body's tremors.

Cillian's hands held you tightly, his body moving with yours, matching your rhythm perfectly.

The sensation of being filled by him and the buttplug was unimaginable, beyond anything you had ever experienced before. It was exhilarating, and your arousal only increased as he drove you closer to the edge.

With each thrust, Cillian took complete control, pushing you further into the abyss of pleasure.

Much to your surprise however, after you came down from your high, Cillian pulled out of you and announced "I am going to pull the plug out of your ass now and then cum inside it. You will still be gaping from having had the plug inside you, but I need you to hold your ass cheeks open for me babe. Can you do that?" Cillian askedbefore untying your wrists and then moving his hand towards the plug which was still lodged inside your anal cavity.

You nodded and, without warning, he gripped your ass firmly, using his hand to pull the plug out, stretching your ass as he did so.

"Hold your ass open for me," he commanded before he started stroking his cock and aiming the head of his length directly at your tight opening.

"I am going to cum all over your gaping hole," he whispered, making sure to mention 'gaping hole' repeatedly, emphasizing how much you were his as he masturbated himself to climax, aiming his stream towards your anus.

Your body shook with anticipation, your heart thumping in your chest as you waited for his orgasm until, eventually, you heard him groan.

"Keep your ass open for me," he groaned loudly as if announcing his victory and, just as he did, you did your best to look down at your gaping anal opening, already beginning to dribble with residual fluids from his seed.

"Fuck, that's hot," Cillian groaned as he filled your hole with cum and your breath caught in your throat as you watched his thick, white fluid ooze out of your ass.

When he was done, he was standing in between your legs still, holding onto your waist, gently rubbing his hand over your wet, exposed ass, toying with your opening before reaching for the plug again.

"Open your mouth for me, baby," he whispered, a command in his voice. You obeyed, parting your lips to reveal your eager tongue, waiting for him to continue.

"Now, make sure the plug is nice and wet so that I can put it back into your ass. I want to make sure that my cum stays inside your virgin asshole, understood?" he said, almost threateningly as he placed the buttplug against your lips.

You opened your mouth slightly, letting the cold metal slip between your lips and teeth. You could feel the dampness of your saliva mixing with the remnants of his semen from your encounter earlier, creating a slippery substance.

As he began to gently slide the plug into your mouth, your mind raced with a mixture of disgust and curiosity. Never before had you engaged in such an act, but the power he held over you made you compliant, and you tongued the buttplug as instructed.

Your face contorted with the strangeness of the situation but also with the growing pleasure as, eventually, Cillian pulled the plug out of your mouth.

"Good girl. Now spread your asscheeks again for me," he commanded, his voice full of authority. You obeyed without hesitation, exposing your wet, recently used opening to him. Cillian smiled, admiring the view of your ass, a mixture of arousal and pain etched across your features. With a gentle squeeze, he pushed the buttplug back into your ass, its coolness contrasting sharply with the warmth of your body. You winced slightly, a slight flash of pain momentarily crossing your face.

"There, that feels better, doesn't it?" he taunted, knowing how much it must have hurt. "But I don't want it to be too painful," he continued, "that would ruin the fun." He grabbed a bottle of lubricant from his bag and squirted some onto his fingers. Then, he gently inserted one finger into your opening, slowly increasing the size of the object that was violating your newly acquired hole.

His touch was expert, his movements calculated.

"Fuck," you cursed softly, not even caring about the vulgar language anymore. It was simply what you felt.

The pain of his entry was slowly replaced by the intense pleasure as his fingers worked their magic. Your body relaxed and surrendered to his rhythm, accepting his intrusion with newfound ease.

His pace slowed down, allowing you to become accustomed to the sensation of having something inside you. The feeling of his fingers pressing against your walls, teasing and exploring, caused your body to writhe with excitement until, eventually, he pulled his finger out and only the plug remained lodged inside your anus.

"Now, lets grab a bite to eat, shall we?" Cillian suggested, smiling devilishly as he ran his hands through your hair.

"What about the, uhm, the thing...in my ass?" you stammered, feeling embarrassed yet aroused at the same time.

"You mean the butt-plug?" Cillian chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Yes," you stammered again, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"You keep inside while we go for dinner and, after I fuck you again, I will take it out," Cillian suggested and the thought of having the buttplug inside you throughout dinner caused a shiver to run down your spine.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fic #cillianmurphy

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muertawrites · 2 years

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Imagine Jason giving Eddie shit for having his hair pulled back into a bun and the shit eating grin he would give Jason as he says “ladies love looking at a pretty face when you go down your poor girl if you don’t know that”

Side note you single handed feed my perv Eddie addiction so thank you for doing the lords work

(ur welcome for perv!eddie <3 he exists bc of perv!muerta lmao. also i took some liberties and aged everyone up bc i'm grown and love to self indulge. and i also made it hopper!reader bc it's my party and i'll cry if i want to)

18+ minors don't look

You don't mind still living with your family. Your little siblings are cool, your dad doesn't charge you rent (which is important when you're saving money to move across the country), and your stepmom makes a kickass casserole.

The only thing that sucks is living across the street from Jason Carver, the dickhead jock from your high school years who moved in a few months ago with his newlywed bride. They aren't bad neighbors, and his wife is actually very nice (which makes you feel sorry for her, having to be married to that monster), you just fucking hate him. He used to call you fat and write rude graffiti about you in bathroom stalls, and he once felt you up in the crush to leave the gym after a pep rally.

Not to mention the time he rallied an angry mob to try and lynch your boyfriend.

The same boyfriend who's still very much alive, leaned over the front of your car with his hair knotted at the nape of his neck, trying to figure out why you can't start your engine. You lean against the driver's side door and just gaze at him, admiring the sheen of sweat that sticks his fringe to his brow and the poke of his tongue between his lips, the furrow of concentration on his face.

God, he's sexy. And god, you can't wait to get out of Hawkins and have him all to yourself.

"You're eyefucking me again," Eddie drawls, leaning into the car to poke at something.

"And you hate it so much you wore a crop top to stop me," you tease.

He smirks, glancing up at you through his lashes.

"We're gonna have to tow it to the shop," he announces, pulling his bandana from his back pocket to wipe his hands clean of grease. "Don't have the right tools here."

You groan, rolling back onto the door.

"That's gonna seriously cut into our moving budget," you whine. "Can't you just use duct tape or something?"

Eddie chuckles as he strolls to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you in for a kiss.

"The owner of Smith's Towing owes me a favor," he tells you. "I'll see if I can call it in. And you know you can always pay me in head..."

You giggle, taking his face in your hands as he leans in for another kiss, tongue swiping at your lower lip. You're just about to start sucking serious face, maybe even grope him through his jeans, when your friendly neighborhood psychopath takes it upon himself to ruin the mood.

"I'm surprised she lets you kiss her looking like that, Munson," Jason jeers from across the street, having just come back from a run. "You look like a fuckin' pussy in that getup."

Eddie sneers, grumbling under his breath before putting on his best "fuck you, too" smile and raising his middle finger at him, tucking you in close to his hip.

"I'm surprised your wife lets you kiss her with that nasty ass mouth," you quip back. "Bet you taste real bitter."

If there's one thing you'll never not enjoy, it's Jason Carver seething over the fact that you, a little helpless woman, always have the wits to shut him up.

"My wife wouldn't be caught dead with a man like that," he spits. "If you can even call him that, with his hair like that."

"What, your wife didn't tell you?" Eddie chimes in. "Women like to see your face when you eat them out. That poor girl probably hasn't had an orgasm in her life. Least not from you."

Jason's on him in a flash, crossing the pavement in a matter of three strides and grabbing Eddie by the collar of his shirt. You're between them before either can throw a punch, grabbing a wrench from Eddie's open tool kit and holding it to Jason's face.

"Knock it off, jackasses," you snap. "You're grown fucking men. Get a grip."

Eddie relaxes, holding up his hands and taking a step back. Jason spits onto the sidewalk, also moving away.

"Listen to your whore, Munson," he mutters. "Too weak to keep the little bitch in line."

Eddie snaps. He pushes past you before you have time to react, taking Jason by the throat and landing a blow to the man's cheek. The rings on his fingers hit like brass knuckles. You manage to get a hold of him before he can do much damage, Eddie spitting in Jason's face as you haul him backward.

"You talk about her like that again and it's your life, Carver," Eddie growls. "You hear me? I'll rip you to fucking shreds."

The threat is so serious it startles even you.

Jason wipes the blood from his face onto his sleeve, eyes wide with terror as he scuttles up his driveway and through his front door. Eddie stretches his fingers, knuckles raw from the force of his punches.

"Way to not look like a murderer, Eddie," you deadpan.

"That fucker already thinks I am," he hisses. "Might as well scare him off. He speaks to you like that again, I'll kill him. And your dad'll help me hide the body."

You want to argue but you can't. Jim Hopper would hide a body if it were the body of a man who insulted you.

#eddie munson #eddie asks #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

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Teachers Kid pt 2: Meeting the class

Requested by @tell-me-whyyyy-am-i-here

"Ua high.." you thought to yourself while standing in silence staring in wonder at the gate it was so much larger than on TV you kept staring blankly until your dad snapped you out of your thoughts "So are you just gonna keep standing there or are we gonna go in" he teased you did a playful glare at him he chuckled in Respond the two of you want to the gates at the entrance were waiting for a small mouse it had a big scar on his left eye wearing a suit smiling warmly and there was

"Greetings y/n l/n and welcome Ua" He held out his hand as you both shaked "I heard lots of things about you I'm sure you're gonna like it here and your classmates I heard they're eager to meet you" Nezu excitingly said

You smiled excited to be here Aizawa forming a small smile under his scarves glad that the 2 of you were getting along,

You arrived at the classroom you heard a mix of yelling chattering and talking when Aizawa and Nezu walked in 1st everyone stopped what they were doing and it became quiet "Class I would like your attention please we have a new student you'd like to meet" Aziawa motioned you to come here you took a deep breath and walked up to him and Aizawa placed his hand on your shoulder "Class this is y/n Aizawa my child"

"Hi everyone" you lazily smiled brightly waving some of the classmates were blushing most were smiling and waving back "My dad would tell me everything about you all lemme guess your izuku correct?" you pointed at the green haired freckled boy who blushed madly they noticed him?! "y-Yea that's me!" "And your jirou am I correct?" jirou was surprise and blushed as well "Uh yeah nice to meet you" your father was getting a little jealous "Well before they sat down do you have any questions you have 5 mi-"

"do you have sensei's quirk? Or your moms quirk or your dads quirk or both "

"where did you get your good looks from 😏"

"how did you survive being raised by him?!"

"is he your mean grandfather?"

As you were getting bombarded by a bunch of questions by your classmates trying to answer one by one your dad was getting jealous and also mad at the old Questions he doesn't look that old right? (yes yes you do) "Alright class I think you asked enough questions kid go to your seat by the red haired kid right there" Kirishima exictidely raised his hand to signal where you were while the rest of them whined a bit wanting to sit right next to you

At hero training, you were doing stretches and getting ready for the sparing you tsuyu was gonna be ur training partner the two of you were having it out tsuyu managed to get a few hits on you but you were able to tackle and pin her down with ease

"sorry if I went to hard on you" you handed her your extra water bottle tsuyu and started at you what felt like forever admiring you beauty even if you were sweaty she snapped out of her thoughts and took the water bottle "T-Thank you *Kero*" "hey you're that frog girl tsuyu right? Ur quirk is so cool!" tsuyu was literally turning red you were so cute and you called her coll you were gonna kill her before the heat did the two of you began to talk about your favorite interest and hobbies etc the more you and her talked the more interested and obsessed tsuyu became wanting to know you more and more

At lunch, you were walking around to see if there was an empty seat nearby but a bit with a blackbird head motioned you to come sit with them "Wow thanks! You must be tokoyami, Shoji am I right?" the boy was shocked but nodded "Yes I am and this is Dark shadow" a bird-like shadow emerge from behind his back giving you a friendly wave "Heyo! Woah is that the teacher's kid you've been blushing about?" Tokoyami blushed telling Dark Shadow to shut it you chuckled

After that day forwards you met and formed a bond with each of your classmates and some teachers

Kirishima was your hype man he tries to act so tough and cool around you but inside he's a lovesick puppy who always admires you blushing when you're near he always encourages you to follow your dreams he even kept anyting you drop to be pit in his collection

Momo loves to spoil you even without mountains of expensive gifts she always wants to take you out somewhere weather be the mall or somewhere you like it doesn't matter she just wants to be the two of you and if anyone tries to join as well she'll decline at 1st but if you want them too then it's ok just don't expect her to be moody the whole time

Bakugo always tries to tease you and mess with you cause he doesn't know how to show positive feelings toward people so he often messes with you or insults you but not too hard as the other and if anyone even agrees with his insult then he'll threaten them to fuck of the always force you to sit near him whenever your hanging out with the bakusquad saying he doesn't want you to catch his group's "dumbass behavior"

Mina is always clinging onto you wanting to do various activities together whether be nail painting or gossiping she wants to do those with you she's kinda of okay with other class 1a girls wanting to join as well that means she could show off how your hers! (which the girls don't like) if your spending too much time with other students not in the class she'll try to make some excuse like she doesn't know this while pulling you away while glaring at the person

Tokoyami and you get along pretty well due to your laid back and calm deamor so the two of you would occasionally hang out at quiet places sometime will invite shoji as well and of 3 of you would either read book, talk about your interest, or study, tokoyami always have a habit of staring at you while your focusing on something your calm relax expression makes him blush

Sero and you would joke often be laid back and asking dumbass questions to each other while giggling at each other Sero may be a laid back prob the most normal but on the inside dude is possessive, obsessive, and clingy he always wants you to cuddle up onto him and would use the "eh it's fine friends do that" and once you're laying on a chest without a caring dude is just blushing breathing heavily thinking fantasizing all the things he can do to you not caring about the game but if you notice he gets a little too weird he apologies repeatedly embarrassed of himself

Heck even The principal likes you whenever you walk by him he always gives you a warm smile and a gentle wave always hugging you and whenever Aizawa talks about your achievements even if it was small he'll still give you little gifts of his own and praise you for your hard work he would invite you to eat with him in the teachers lougue and the other teachers never question it he even has a photo frame of you which says "Favorite child" he always stares at it so proudly

The present mic would be like a fun uncle making the two of you tease or prank your father one time the two of you swapped his hero suit with a cat onesie, the two of you spammed cat memes and gay memes on his phone endlessly, but the mic is always affection always giving you big hugs if you ever feel sad he's your therapist and tries to cheer you up and if anyone in the school hurts your feelings let's say they're gonna have stacks of homework and a harsh lecture until their ears bleed

The classmates would always argue about who will spend time with who turning it into a whole war war while you just laid back watching it your father would come in and punish them all they whined cause they failed but don't worry they'll impress their darling one day and and your gonna be theirs only theirs

Bonus:

While the class was fighting you ran away to sit and eat lunch with nezu which he was very happy

Taglist: @tell-me-whyyyy-am-i-here @stickystarfishmoon

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #platonic yandere #Yandere nezu #yandere aizawa #yandere present mic #yandere dad

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AlastorxFemale Reader 2

Alastor x female reader

Reader is a fallen angel who has been openly welcomed onto Charlie's, Hazbin Hotel. She grows close to Alastor, too close.

Warnings: swearing, kissing

Word count: 1200

Part 1! Part 2!

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I awake in the morning. It's been around a few weeks since the first day in the Hazbin Hotel, and can I say that it's been a delight. Everyone's been so welcoming, I'm actually enjoying this more than I'd thought. Hell isn't too bad. I mean, sure, it's hell but..I have people down here who respect me.

I've actually figured out something about myself, too. In heaven, I was known as a powerful angel, I'm a fallen angel now, but I have some demonic qualities. I've developed horns. I'm actuslly thankful though, it creates less suspicion. My powerful aura has turned a deeper shade of yellow, too.

I haven't equipt my wings yet either. If I keep them hidden, they heal quicker. Plus, I wouldn't want to get caught either.

Charlie suddenly bursts through my door and stares at me. I jump and panic. "HOLY SHIT-" I froze until I realised who it was, and I calmed down. "Jesus Charlie ylu scared the fuck out of me." I say as I rub the back of my neck.

"Oh! Sorry!" She giggles before shutting the door. "The horns seem new? Cool. Also you joining us for the activities?" She says as she stands in front of me with a huge smile. "Activities?" I question confused.

"Just friendly activities to get to know each other!" She says with a sly smirk. I know her game. I chuckle before nodding. "Sure couldn't hurt?" I say as she quickly grabs my hand and basically drags me downstairs. I wave at everyone as she goes to explain the activity.

She explains the activity. You pull a name from a hat, and you have to talk about feelings with them? That's..such a weird activities. Angel dust pulls a name and gets Vaggie. He seems disappointed. Husker gets Charlie leaving me and Alastor. Alastor smiles widley at me.

"Why don't we go on a walk, fellow demon?" He says as he approaches me. I smile up at him. I could already feel Charlie's smirk. I nod happily. "Sure, Al, lead the way," I say with a bright smile.

Alastor and I walk outside of the hotel side by side. He both agree not to talk about feelings and decide to get to know each other.

"So my friend, how long have you been in hell?" He asks. I internally shit myself. Luckily, I acted cool. "I'd prefer not to say.. I mean, not like indont trust you!" I just don't tell people that stuff. Sorry!" I say, hoping he wouldn't get suspicious. He squints slightly at me before nodding. "Understandable. I am neither fond of spilling personal information about myself."

I nod with a smile. Damn I'm good at lying. How the fuck did I get into heaven anyways? I don't know anymore. "So, Al, what madd you visit the hotel?" I say. I was curious. Charlie told me a little about the hotel, so I know it's about redemption. I doubt Alastor is up to be redeemed.

"Ah, well, I'm simply just interested in helping Charlie with her dreams! I have no intention to be redeemed." He says with a huge smile. I could hear the radio static in his voice. "What about you? How did Charlie find someone as beautiful as you to come to the hotel hm?" He says. How charming. I feel my face go slightly red.

"How nice of you, and well I was simply wondering the street, and she approached me. I didn't really have a place to stay, so she offered it to me for free." I say. Once again I'm a fucking good at lying.

"She truly is a charm! She's such a nice girl." He says as he praises Charlie. He wasn't wrong. I both nod and hum in agreement. We both stop walking before he turns to me. "Care to have a drink?" He says as he moves one of his hands to grab mine. I smile lightly. "Of course, how could I say no?" I never would have thought, Alastor would have been so damn charming.

He continues to hold me hand before leading me to a bar. He seemed to be quite known around these parts because he got given a VIP area for free. We sit down in front of each other. Still holding hands.

"So, what's this then Al hm? Some sort of date?" I say teasingly. It basically should be at this point. From my surprise, I see Alastors face go a little red. I smile warmly at that and tilt my head while making full eye contact with him.

"If you're uncomfortable with that, then it's simply simply just two friends!" He says as him smile shortens. I chuckle softly before speaking. "I wouldn't mind if it was a date at all. It would be nice, actually." I say, smiling widly. I see his smile extend. "Well, let's call it a date!" He says with his charming smile. His voice was soft.

We order drinks and talk for a while. We talk about ourselves, and I avoid some questions about things that could get me caught. He didn't seem to notice luckily. He made a move and decided to put next to me instead. He slides one of his arms on my shoulder, so I close to him. We talked for a while.

We were laughing at a joke about Vox. He sounds pathetic. Apparently, he's his arch enemy or something. He then grabbed my chin and left a small peck on my lips. I smile and try to ignore the blush on my face. I chuckle before returning him with kisses too: mouth, cheek, forbead, nose. We've gotten quite close recently.

He chuckles at that, and I notice his smile seems genuine. More genuine than normal. I kiss his lips, and he returns the kiss. We make out for a while until I move away and move my hand to play with his hair.

"Where have yoy been my whole afterlife, Y/N. Why haven't I met you before?" He questions. I keep a smile on my face. He was asking..weird questions, and I didn't want to get caught. "Not sure! But I'm glad I've met you now." I say as I snuggle against his chest. He chuckles and nods.

"It's getting quite late, my fellow demon. We should go back to the hotel, Charlie might be worried." He says as he stands up. I nod in agreement and go to stand up before I get wiped off the seat. "Woah!-" I say as Alastor bridal carries me out the bar. I chuckle "Al I have legs, y'know." I say as I go to wiggle out of his hold. It's not like I didn't want him to carry me.

"I'm aware, Y/N. It's for my own pleasure." He says as he refuses to put me down. I chuckle and lean into his hold. Soon after that, I fell asleep. Alastor could have teleported to the hotel. But chose to carry me anyway. Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought, Charlie said not to trust him. But I just can't help myself, I've fallen for him.

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Part 2! Hope you enjoyed this. Do you have any recommendations? Feel free to request! I'd love to fulfil them.

#hazbin hotel #romance #hazbin hotel x reader #husker hazbin hotel #alastor altruist #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x female reader

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quaint town ‧₊˚✩彡 ot8 stray kids as townspeople

ot8 (separately) x reader. about — headcanons on what their roles would be in a small town! contains — headcanons, fluff. wc — 2443 words. note — thought of this while listening to some songs. lmk if you guys want a whole oneshot based on any of this ^__^ disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

BANG CHAN. . . would be the town mayor's son! his father owns the biggest construction and property development company in the town, and he's set to be the next ceo. the bang family practically owns 80% of the town, most of the buildings owned by them. despite being loaded, and residing in the biggest, most beautiful bungalow in the center of the town — chan's the definition of down to earth. you will never catch him lacking. he's cheerful and nice to everyone, greeting the townspeople every time he's strolling in the town square. he's ever-so polite and handsome too; making him the most eligible bachelor in town. everybody's mother wants him as their son in law. his family members were the first ones to greet your family when you moved to town, generously bringing casserole as a welcome gift.

often times, you'd bump into chan as he helps his father work. he'd have a construction gear on, hair sticking against his skin whilst listening to his father's lectures obediently. truly a worthy heir to have. he'd discreetly wave at you when you walk pass, holding in laughters as you pull a stupid face at him. chan genuinely cares for the townspeople as well — frequently listens to complains to pass to his father. the cool playground at the town square was one of chan's brilliant pitches — claimed that a slide and a pathetic excuse of a sand box isn't sufficient for the children's happiness.

chan didn't only pitch the idea of a bigger playground — even helped to build it. since then, you often go to the playground to play on the swings, with the hopes of bumping into him and engaging in a lengthy conversation. what you're unaware of is that he does the exact same thing too, desperate for your attention.

LEE KNOW. . . is your beloved town's dance teacher! he owns the only dance studio in town, medium-sized and beautiful. he doesn't charge ridiculous fees, even offers free ballet classes for kids on saturdays. the fact that he even allows people to walk in and just watch his lessons show that he genuinely loves what he does, and doesn't solely do it for the profit.

people love him because of his gentle personality, despite coming off as cold on the exterior. ensures to reassure his students as he teaches, saying words like, "you're doing great!" "amazing energy, kiddo!" minho sometimes brings his cats; soonie, doongie and dori to his studio and allows the kids to (gently) play with them as reward. during times when he's short-staffed, he'd ask (force) for hyunjin to help teach in his classes. he's also known for being incredibly handsome — to the point where women would fall at his feet, and the men in town envy him for his looks. some people, typically girls your age would enroll in his classes just to gawk at him in awe. he realizes this, thus asks for another instructor to teach those classes instead.

unless there's you, of course. on days when you'd drop by to observe him at work out of boredom, he'd suddenly switch his aura — becoming all welcoming and extra friendly towards you. the kids in his class would tease him about fancying you, which he would shush them over. on days when he's out of work, you'd run into him at the grocery store, a basket in hand. you find yourself staring at these times. him in a simple black tee, hugging his chest, and the veins in his arms showing. a total heartthrob, truly.

SEO CHANGBIN. . . is a gymbro through and through. the town's most fit person! jogs in a tight, fitted shirt and joggers every single morning, a cap atop his head. the grandparents would jokingly whistle as he jogs by — which he loves. would even show off a little by flexing his biceps, earning laughters from the town's crochet club.

if chan is the mothers' favourite guy, changbin would be the grandparents' favourite. he's just so sweet, waving hello to people as he goes on his morning jogs. sometimes, he'd even buy coffee for the grandparents hanging out at the town square. remembers their orders by heart. because of this, they'd request for him to lead the zumba sessions your town has every sunday morning. the request gets him shy, but after the persuasion of the grandparents, and minho offering to choreograph, he gave in. it's endearing to walk by the town square on sunday mornings to see the atmosphere being filled with giggles and typical zumba music, the townspeople all gushing over changbin.

your first conversation with changbin would be one day when he's out for his usual coffee run before his jog session. you left your wallet at home by accident, and he offered to pay for your drink. after you insisted to pay him back somehow, he suggested for you to accompany him during his jog that morning. even promised to opt for brisk walking instead! since then, you grew a liking towards him and would often accompany him. in just a short while, you two became the town's hot topic! the oldies' favourite guy, and the sweetest person in town spending a suspicious amount of time together? it's safe to say that since then, the two of you are invited to the crochet club's sessions a lot.

HWANG HYUNJIN. . . is the mystery craftsman. well, he's not entirely mysterious — he engages in conversations with the townspeople quite a lot, though you could tell that he picks and chooses the information he'll reveal.

he's fun to talk to, quite the dramatic — although the only things people actually know about him would be that 1. he lives in an art studio located in a shop lot building owned by bang construction. 2. his hands are typically stained with paint. 3. he's a very artsy person. 4. he's the go-to man for organizing events. would happily help out with painting or things of sorts.

every time there's an event in your quaint town (which is multiple times a month), the town mayor would ask hyunjin to help out with the decorations. he's the one who'd hand make the banners, draw the posters, paint the fences, the gazebos — anything that requires arsty crafting skills. the murals decorating the town would be from hyunjin's golden hands — your personal favourite being one of two people holding hands while watching fireworks, painted on a wall of an alleyway beside the kim family's cafe. (the two people actually being the two of you.)

aside from helping out at events and painting murals, the townspeople would go to hyunjin to order a custom painting or sketch. everyone loves hyunjin's art, and he appreciates that. he knows a thing or two about book-binding, too — a skill his grandfather had passed down to him. if you go to his studio, you'll find notebooks which were hand binded by him.

on occasions when minho is short-staffed at the dance studio, he's there to help. not voluntarily, usually — he'll be there if minho had succesfully bribed him or threatened to stuff tissues in his mouth. during these occasions, even more people would crowd the studio. who doesn't want to see two heartthrobs dancing?

out of everyone in town, he trusts you the most, considering you're his partner. you're always lounging around in his studio, and you're the only person who knows about the fact that he's always out of town since he participates in art exhibitions a lot. that's where he gets money to upkeep his studio in your quaint town. the two of you are the town's most darling couple — he helps with crafts, and you help with the activities.

HAN JISUNG. . . is a worker at the local comic book store! chirpy and funny, it's a job that suits him the most. the "comic mania store" is always filled with jisung's fun energy. he could engage with his customers for hours, giving endless recommendations.

what's your favourite genre? shonen, shojo — you name it, jisung would have a recommendation for any genre. he has a soft spot for the one piece series and. . . he doesn't tell much people this but. . . fruits basket and sailor moon are quite up there in his list. he's so passionate, it's endearing to witness. there are multiple arcade games in the store, and he's the holder of the high scores on each one. would teach the people visiting the store how to play the games too.

comic books isn't jisung's only passion.

behind the cash register, he could sometimes be seen jotting things down in a notebook. song lyrics. when the store is empty, and it's nearing dawn, jisung would hum to songs he wrote as he closes up the store. you earned the privilege of closely knowing him when you caught him humming alone one time, not shy to compliment him on his voice and ask what song it is. he'd sheepishly admitted that it's an original song. from there, you bonded a friendship with him — which then turned into something more. his notebook pages went from general lyrics about life to specific lyrics about you.

due to his energetic nature, the book store at the outskirts of town sometimes invite him to read storybooks for children when there's a new release. he's talented at keeping the children focused and entranced — faking voices and accents to keep things entertaining.

LEE FELIX. . . the sweet baker who just moved in! freckled and handsome, the people's first impression of him would be that he's absolutely adorable. one week after moving in, it is revealed that he moved to open his own bakery right beside minho's dance studio! strategic location, truly — because now the kids in minho's classes can simply buy some bakery goods from felix's bakery after class.

gives out free testers of his daily specials everyday. after popular demand, felix would occasionally organize baking classes for both adults and kids. for free too — he just wants to make people happy and share his joy with everyone at the town. would wind up having a food fight with the kids, splattering batter and swiping flour on each other.

felix regularly sponsors desserts for the town events, and so the events automatically become crowded because pretty much the entire town loves felix's baking. especially his brownies. he's not the only baker in town — competing with madam choi and lady yun. despite both bakers disliking him, he's nice to them regardless! buys goods from both their bakeries at times to show support. he's such a bundle of sunshine, it's impossible for anyone to dislike him. always all smiles as he fills the air with the sweet smell of cinnamon and vanilla.

you totally lucked out the moment felix moved in beside your house, because ever since the first time he gave you brownies as a hello gift, he's been sending food weekly. you're the first one to test his new recipes. felix claims that it's because you have excellent tastebuds when really, he just wants to impress you. . .

KIM SEUNGMIN. . . best barista ever! the kim family's cafe, "coffee pot" was passed down to him. . . for good. the business was frankly dying until his midas touch. he inserted book racks in the cafe, allowing people to both donate and take books from there for free. with the help of hyunjin and chan, he decorated the interior of the cafe, bringing life to the previously dull environment.

he's the epitome of traditionally new — brewing coffee the traditional way but also introducing modern menus. also purchases pastries from felix in order to add on to his menu.

being a barista, he always smells like coffee. you find yourself inching closer towards him everytime you talk to lose yourself in the smell of his cologne and coffee. he never noticed. you as well — oblivious to his advances such as making up discounts and giving away free beverages everytime you step foot into the cafe. he's infatuated with you, so much so that he could recognize you by the pitter-patter of your feet against the tiles, and the way you swing open the oak door to his business. it's hard for seungmin to conceal his smile everytime you enter, having to fake cough each time.

people don't only visit "coffee pot" to purchase his exquisite coffee, rather to watch him at work as well. you don't blame them — the sight of him with tugged up sleeves, glasses at the bridge of his nose and a focused expression could make anybody drool.

a multi-talented workaholic of a man, seungmin also owns an apothecary. if he couldn't be found at the cafe, he's stocking up on medicines at the apothecary. you're sick and stuck at home? he'll arrive within an hour, a bag of pastries and remedies in hand.

YANG JEONGIN. . . the town's typical fashionista! amidst the town's rather old-fashioned way, there's a fashionable vlogger. he contrasts the town's ways, but due to his family being known as one of the earliest residing people in town, and his sweet persona, everybody adores him anyway. sure, there's hushed talks whenever he's at the town square with his vlog camera, yet anytime there's a modern problem. . . it's jeongin to the rescue!

grandma choi's wifi is not working well? he's there fixing the router. grandpa cho can't figure out sms? he'll be the guide. miss wang wants to take revenge on her ex husband? i.n will be there to gossip and to suggest a revenge dress. best person to gossip with. frequently, jeongin, felix and hyunjin could be seen gossiping away at the town square. if you're in need of new pictures to upload on instagram, you can count it on jeongin to help! he'll happily suggest places in town to take pictures at, and will go with you to help take pictures too! sucha darling company to have, truly. . .

although he's modern, he works at a vinyl store. walk pass the windows of the vintage store and you can spot i.n in a pair of overalls, choosing records to play. if you're fortunate enough, you'll catch him dancing and humming along as a record plays on the antic gramophone. it's a soft sight to witness, the starting point of your adoration towards him. so welcoming to you when you enter the store, will chat away about the records he like.

on the night of your first date with him, he had given you the privilege of entering the vinyl store at night. he played paul anka and swayed with you, giggling everytime you mess up. in the end, you had toppled over his figure — the cause of your first kiss with him.

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jungjin city lights / somun x fem!reader

a/n: hi everyone! this is my first ff I've written in a while. I hope you all enjoy it, please leave any requests or tips you have! enjoy :) warnings: mention of blood, knifes, violence, choking, drinking alcohol genre/type: fluff, semi slow burn, Y/N, angst, happy ending wc: 6.2k title track: once again - Kim Sejeong (Uncanny Counter OST season 2)

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* The sound of your blaring alarm wakes you up from your deep slumber. You tiredly roll over and hit the obnoxiously loud alarm. You look at the time with blurry eyes and roll around to go back to sleep until you realize; you’re late.. again. You shoot up out of your comfortable warm bed and rush to the bathroom. You quickly brush your teeth, not even bothering with your hair. You throw on the first pair of clothes you find on the floor and grab your backpack and run out the door.

You’re 20 years old living in Jungjin, South Korea as a full time university student; so being on time is pretty important. You rush to your 9AM class, but you’re 3 minutes late. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm yourself before entering your class. Professor HaJoon has never been the lenient type. Always yelling at you and your classmates about the dumbest things. You dread this class. You open your eyes, ready to be confronted by your strict professor, except you are met with a sign hanging on the door. “CLASS CANCELED.” You whine and say out loud, “It’s 2023, don’t people communicate through email nowadays?” You hang your head low while standing in your spot. You hear someone next to you let out a breathy laugh. You snap your head and see a girl with curly hair standing next to you. She has cuts on her hands and a healing scar just above her right eyebrow. “Did I scare you?” the mysterious woman asks you. You stare at her for a second then nod ‘no’ quickly, without saying a word. She laughs, “I’m Do Ha-na. Nice to meet you.” You smile and introduce yourself. “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too, Ha-na.” She bows and walks away with both hands in her pockets. “Ahh, she’s cool.” you think to yourself.

Now that class is canceled, you finally have a day to yourself since you don’t have any other classes today. You let out a sigh of relief and head towards the elevator. *DING* the large silver doors open and you are about to step inside. Suddenly, a hand grabs your arm and pulls you back. You let out a scream, but it is quickly silenced when a hand is placed over your mouth. You try your best to fight the attacker, but he is far too strong. You kick and scream, but he’s not budging. Suddenly, after what felt like hours of fighting back, the heavy weight of the man disappears. You gasp for air and run into the elevator, pressing the buttons in a hurry to get away. You look up out of fear. But there stands the same woman from earlier. Your eyes widen, “Ha-na?” you ask quietly. She smirks and walks towards you. You back up out of fear. She brings a hand to your head, and now you are sitting in your bed again, not remembering anything after Ha-na placed her touch on you.

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“Goodmorning, Y/N! Ah, afternoon.. Are you feeling any better?” Eun-Jeong says to you. Choi EunJeong has been your best friend since 2nd grade. You two are inseparable. Despite her intimidating appearance, she is the kindest and most loving person you have ever met. You nod and Eunjeong hugs you and gives you a friendly kiss on the forehead. You smile and playfully push her off. “Are you hungry? I’ve been craving noodles recently.” she says to you with a smile and genuine eyes. “I could definitely go for some noodles.” you say in a raspy voice. She cheers and you two begin getting ready for brunch.

While walking the streets of Jungjin, you find a corner shop called “Eonni’s noodles”. You step inside and are greeted by an older woman. “Welcome in!” she says with an energizing tone. You and Eunjeong smile and make your way to a table. While you sit down, you make eye contact with a man. He has black curly hair, dark brown eyes, and a soft smile. You stare at him like a deer in headlights. He does the same back. Eunjeong looks over her shoulder and sees the man. She waves her hand in your face with furrowed eyebrows. You snap your attention back to your friend. “Y/N.. are you okay?” Your face slowly rises into a light pink. Your friend laughs and whispers. “He’s cute, don’t you think?” You look back over at him and he is still staring at you, until a middle aged man comes up and hits the boy's head with a rolled up newspaper. “Ah! Mo-tak!” the boy yells. “He is cute.” you reply through slight laughter. The older woman then comes to your table and introduces herself. “Sorry about the wait! I’m Chu Mae-ok. What can I get for you two?”

As you and Eunjeong finish slurping your noodles, you both sit back and process the delicious meal you just had. In the corner of your eye, you see the middle aged man pushing the young man out of the curtains. He comes stumbling out and fixes his clothes. He clears his throat and walks up to the table. “Hi.” he says. You and Eunjeong look at each other and you reply. “Hi.” The boy breaks eye contact for a second then takes your bowls without asking and scurries back behind the curtain. You and your friend shoot each other another look. “We didn’t even pay..” Eunjeong whispers. 10 minutes pass by with no one coming out from the curtains. You smack 25,000 won on the table and you two make your way out of the restaurant.

While walking back to your dormitory, you get a call from your father. “I’m on the way.” you say with a shaky voice. She looks at you with concern. “I have to go.” you say. Nothing more nothing less. Your best friend has always been the understanding type. She nods and gives you a hug. You turn to leave your friend and begin jogging towards your childhood home which is just a few blocks away. As you’re running in a panic, you forgot to look before you crossed the street. All you remember is headlights and a loud horn blaring at you.

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White. White is all you see. You sit up from your lying position and are met with a young woman. “Where am I?” you say in a panic. The woman doesn’t answer you. “Am I dead?...” you yell. The woman scoffs in a playful tone. “Not exactly. You are in a coma. Right now, you are residing in Yung. A place between heaven and earth.” she explains. You smack both sides of your face and rub your eyes, hoping this is some sort of dream. You open your eyes and once again, you are met with the woman. She holds out her hand. You hesitate at first, but then take the woman's hand. She helps you up and motions for you to walk with her. Suddenly the white scene turns into an empty field. “I’m Ha-neul. Take a walk with me Y/N.” You don’t even question how she knows your name. You look around the field in confusion, slowly following behind Haneul.

After a while of walking, she presents an option to you. “You can sign the contract and become a counter, or you will stay in your coma.” You look down, feeling defeated between the two difficult choices. The silence is louder than loud. The only voice you hear is your conscience. After a few seconds pass, which feels like hours, you blurt, “I’ll become a counter.”

You shake Haneul’s hand and start to notice your hair curling up. You look at your hair with shock while Haneul laughs. “All counters have curly hair.” you look up at her and let out an awkward, nervous laugh. She smiles and leans in for a hug.

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Standing in the center of a noodle shop, staring at your feet, a loud voice announces “This is Y/N! Your new team member!” Chairman Choi says with excitement. You nod while keeping your head down from embarrassment. “God, this red jumpsuit is atrocious.” you think to yourself. You stay silent, zoning out at this point. The chairman gives you a hard slap on your back, making you jump and look up. Immediately you know where you are. Eonni’s noodles. After realizing everyone is wearing the same bright red jumpsuit, you lock eyes with the same young man you saw that day you went out to eat with Eunjeong. You stare at each other with wide eyes. “Do you two know each other?” Mae-ok says in a shocked stutter. You and the man say nothing. Chairman Choi breaks the loud and thick silence by introducing everyone. “This is Mae-ok, you can call her Miss Chu.” She smiles and bows. “This is Ga Mo-tak.” you recognise him. He’s the guy who hit the young boy on the head when he was staring at you. A smile appears on his face and he waves with one hand. “This is Do H-” “We met.” she says in a monotone voice. Your eyes widen once again. “Hana?” you say. She smirks and bows. “So it seems you know everyone already.” the chairman says laughing. “And this is our So-Mun.” “Finally. The handsome boy has a name afterall.” you think to yourself. You both smile at each other and then quickly look away. You bow and introduce yourself. “Hello everyone. I’m Y/N.” Everyone smiles, but the one who shines the brightest is Somun. “Let’s eat! Shall we?” Miss Chu says hurrying to the kitchen.

Hours pass by of you and the other counters talking over noodles and soju. It’s a lot easier for you to open up when you’re intoxicated. After everyone has finally finished up their beer and noodles, Motak speaks up, “Okay, I’m gonna head to bed.” with a painfully obvious wink. The chairman and Miss Chu stand up quickly. She looks at her fake watch “Wow! Would you look at the time? You know, when you’re old you have to sleep earlier!” she says through a forced laugh, while pushing Chairman Choi out of the shop. Hana smirks and gets up without saying anything. Somun shoots them all a death stare before they can all go to their rooms. This leaves you and him alone.

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A loud yawn from Motak startles you awake. “Goodmorn-“ he says. Suddenly it’s silent again, nothing but the birds chirping and cars passing by on the busy street. You raise your head from the wooden table that you apparently fell asleep on and see Somun sleeping across from you. Your heart races. “Did we stay up that late last night that we couldn’t even walk to our beds?” you thought silently. You turn around and see Motak and Miss Chu standing there staring at you with their mouths open. Your eyes widen and you quickly turn around to avoid the embarrassment. Hana comes up and flicks Somun on the head. “Goodmorning, you two.” Somun looks behind his shoulder and looks at Hana in confusion. “You two?” he asks in a tired voice. She cocks her head towards you. Somun turns and is met with you, right across the table from him. He slams his head back down on the table, pretending to still be asleep, which obviously didn’t work. You laugh at his cuteness and get up to go shower. While walking away, you hear the counters footsteps scurry to the table, asking Somun a million questions.

After your shower, you get dressed and make your way to the restaurant lobby. There sits a very scary and determined Somun. Last night, he was so cute and cheerful. But now, he looks… almost dangerous. You look around the room and see everyone zipping up their jumpsuits. Somun stands up and starts yelling, “As a way to welcome our new teammate, we are training today!” you almost laugh seeing how serious he looks but the tone in his voice is so unserious. You all get ready and make your way to the training garage.

It’s your first day on the job and you also don’t know your power yet. On top of that, you still have to attend school while being a counter. You walk behind the rest of the group, feeling nervous about your first day of training. Miss Chu seems to notice this and she slows down to walk at your pace, rubbing your right shoulder. “Y/N, we were all nervous when we first started. It’s okay to feel scared or even worried.” she says to reassure you. “It’s normal if you’re not the best on day one. As long as you continue to train and practice, you can do anything.” You smile and thank her for her kind and encouraging words.

Once you all reach the training garage. Motak looks at the wall then looks at you, “You see those handprints?” he says, raising an eyebrow at you. You nod, “That blue one at the top, the one you can barely see? That’s Somuns.” You look at the hand print in shock. There’s no way anyone could reach that far up… it’s not humanly possible you think to yourself. You gulp and gather up the courage to test yourself on your first day as a counter. You look at your hands and see 5 black dots. You can feel your adrenaline pumping through your body. You’re gonna do this, and show them that they won’t regret having you as a part of their team. Motak covers your right hand in a dark purple paint. Motak, Hana, Somun and Miss Chu all watch from the sidelines as you prepare for your jump. You take a few steps back, and boom, you’re running towards the wall. You let out a loud scream and jump with all of your might. You feel like you’re flying. You have never jumped this high in your whole life, is this even possible? You land on the ground softly, and before you can even look to see how far up you made it, everyone is cheering for you. You look confused as your confidence was low, thinking you’d get maybe 5 feet off the ground if you were lucky. You tilt your head up, blocking the sun with your hand, to see your handprint just a few inches below Somuns. You stand there in awe, taking in what just happened. Everyone comes up to you and starts hugging you; Somun being the first to hug you. As soon as he touched you, you felt a spark. Not a romantic kind of spark, more like a jolt of energy. You have butterflies in your stomach and a bright smile on your face while the rest of the team joins in on the hug.

-----——- time skip: 5 months -------———

You and Somun have gotten really close recently. You two do everything together. And sometimes, you two repeat the cycle of having a little too much to drink while getting lost in conversation and crashing on the wooden table. While being with Somun and the team so often, you learn that they never stop training and never let their guard down. Through all of this training for the past 5 months, you have discovered your counter power. Psychokinesis and speed. Sure, you’re not as good as Somun, but you’re a lot better than Motak. Hana and Somun were the ones who really helped you discover your talent. At first, you constantly strained yourself. Nose bleed after nose bleed. But after a while, you started to get the hang of things. You have your limits as everyone does. You still have loads of training to do, but none of this would be possible without your new family.

As you and Hana are cleaning up for the night, her neck twitches. You’ve been a part of the team long enough to know what this means. An evil spirit has step foot. She lets everyone know, and you all drop what you’re doing. You all run into the car, Mo tak being the driver. “What level is it?” you ask. “Level three.” she replies. You have a moment of internal panic as you have only encountered level 1 and level 2 spirits. Somun notices that you’re feeling scared and nervous. He shyly intertwined his fingers with yours and gives you that reassuring smile that always makes you feel better. You take a deep breath and smile. What Somun doesn’t know is that he makes you 10x more nervous. His soft hand interlocked with yours gives you a sense of relief, but the dozens of butterflies dancing in your stomach say otherwise. He looks at you, “You can do this. We’ll all be by your side.” he says. You stare into his eyes, then accidentally take a glance at his lips. He seems to notice this and he lets out a light laugh and throws his head back. You have had many moments like this with him, but something about tonight is different. Maybe it’s the adrenaline rushing through your veins, or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve fallen hard for Somun. You mirror his behavior and lay your head back and try to muster up the confidence for this mission. Somun softly squeezes your hand and you reply to his action in the same manner. You stay like this until you arrive at the Jungjin Metro Station, where the level three evil spirit is.

You all step out of the car, making your way to the ground floor of the station. There lay a woman and a child. You and Miss Chu make your way to the pair to make sure they are safe. Somun, Hana, and Motak split up to look for the spirit while you and Miss Chu take care of the pair. While carrying the mother and child, you walk up the stairs and see a man standing there. He is emitting such strong energy. An aura you have never felt in your life. You press your earpiece, “Found him.” you say. You and Miss Chu nod, knowing what to do in this situation. You run towards the spirit, attempting to lay a punch on him while Miss Chu runs out and brings the pair to safety.

You miss your punch, as well as your balance. The spirit kicks you in the stomach, making you tumble down 2 flights of stairs. You grunt in pain and look up to see the spirit walking towards you. You didn’t know it was possible to be this strong. You are scared, and just want to lie there, but you were taught to never give up. You muster up the strength to sit up and push him away with the motion of your hand. He didn’t budge. Your eyes widen in fear as you try one more time to push him away with your psychokinetic possessed hand. This time, he flies back, but only by 2 feet. The spirit reaches out his hand and drags you. Your throat is now in the hands of a level 3 spirit. You are struggling for air, you are completely helpless as the spirit is holding you up in the air. You hang there, trying to fight him off for what felt like hours. You are about to die. You cough up blood and tears run down your face. The grip on your throat grows tighter and you close your eyes, letting out through a cracked voice “I’m sorry.” Suddenly, you can breathe. You collapse to the ground, gasping for air. You look up and see Miss Chu with a steel bar in her hand. She rushes to you to heal your throat. Just then, the spirit stands up to laugh while winding up his hand to punch the back of Miss Chu's head. You pull Miss Chu into your shoulder in an attempt to shield her from the hit. Just then, you hear footsteps. Is there another spirit? You think to yourself. You look up and in the speed of light, the spirit is hit by a force so powerful, it scares you. You and Miss Chu gasp, you look to your left, and through blurry tears, you see Somuns silhouette. Motak and Hana follow behind him. “Sorry to keep you waiting” Somun says in a cocky, but determined tone. You smile and try to speak, but your voice is completely gone. You look at Miss Chu and she hovers her hands above your throat, not having enough time to heal your stomach. You stand up and thank her. Now that your team is here, you can show your full potential with confidence.

With speed being your strongest suit, you pounce at the spirit and land a direct kick on the side of his head. You go to strike a punch, but the spirit grabs your leg, penetrating it with a sharp butterfly knife. You scream in pain and collapse to the ground, blood pooling around your leg. Just in time, Hana quickly slides across the ground and grabs your head so it doesn’t hit the hard concrete. On the other hand, Somun is admitting such a strong and powerful energy. He drags the spirit to him, stepping on his chest. The spirit pushes Somun away with a motion of his hand. He stands up, beginning to limp away in an attempt to flee. You and Somun are the only ones who are able to stop him with psychokinesis. Somun is quick to stand back on his feet, but not quick enough; the spirit is getting away.

You notice this, and let out a loud yell, reaching out your hand. You will stop this spirit today, no matter what it takes. The spirit stops in his tracks. Your nose starts to bleed, but Motak strikes the spirit with the same metal bar. You sigh out, Hana catching you in her arms. The spirit falls to the floor. Before he can begin to laugh, Somun strikes punch after punch on the spirit. It’s bloody. You’ve seen a handful of bloody scenes, but there was so much more this time around. Somun pants, face bloody and eyebrows furrowed. You hate to admit this, but when he’s this serious and determined, you only fall harder for him. Somun gets off on top of the spirit, motioning his hand for Motak to summon it. The spirit lets out a loud scream and then collapses. You slump down, still in Hanas arms, wiping the blood from your nose. You smirk, feeling proud that you’ve defeated your first level three spirit, alongside your team.

—------------- next morning —-------------

You wake up the next morning at around 10AM and grunt in pain, slowly sitting up while holding your stomach to look at your leg. “Feeling better?” Somun asks. You flinch and dart your eyes to him. There he is sitting next to you, holding an open book. You don’t even ask how he got in your room, you are just happy he’s there by your side. His hair is messy from not being brushed, and he’s still in his pajamas. You nod in response to his question and look curiously over at what he’s reading. “It’s called ‘The Melody of a Bird Whistle’.” He’s reading your favorite book. “I remember you saying that you enjoy when someone reads to you, and that it relaxes you. So I thought I would read a story to you to help you feel better.” he says shyly. Your heart melts at his sweetness. “Now that you mention it, the wound on my leg is closed. Was this your doing?” you ask. Somun laughs, “That’s Miss Chu’s doing.” You let out a silent ‘Ohh’ and laugh. While laughing, you grab your stomach and wince in pain. Somun places his hand on top of your free hand in a hurry, “Are you okay? You shouldn’t be laughing too much” he says. Your face lights up with a shade of red. “Yes, I’m okay. Thank you Somun. I can ask Miss Chu to heal my stomach.” After you assure him that you are okay, you expect him to move his hand away from yours out of relief, but instead he keeps in there, looking into your eyes. You look at him with a slight turn of your neck and furrowed eyebrows. “What?” you ask him. Somun looks away shyly. “You…” you tilt your head further “You look beautiful.” Your heart skips a beat at his words. This is so odd coming from him. Somun has always been kind towards you, but you’ve never seen him this sentimental or even affectionate. Maybe seeing you last night worried him. You are always worrying about him since he’s the strongest on the team. You smile, but before you can say anything, Somun slightly leans in while looking at your lips. You take a moment, but you lean in as well. The atmosphere is thick, but you feel so comfortable and safe with him by your side. “This is it! He’s going to kiss me!” you think silently. Just after you close your eyes, the door bursts open.

“Goodmorning, sleepy heads!” Chairman Choi walks in interrupting your moment. You two pull away, before your lips can even touch. Choi yells and slams the door. He’s apologizing outside of the door. Miss Chu and Motak rush out, thinking something serious has happened. You hear the muffled voices of the adults outside the door. “They-They we’re about to kiss!” the Chairman yells out. Miss Chu and Motak yell in unison. “WHAT?” you can hear them scurrying around in a panic. You and Somun stare blankly at each other, then let out a silent laugh. You two take a moment to collect yourselves. He then helps you out of bed to have Miss Chu heal your stomach. Stepping out, Miss Chu starts apologizing over and over again. “Ah! I’m so sorry Y/N! I totally forgot about your stomach, I’ll-” you cut her off. “It’s okay Miss Chu. Thank you for everything.” Miss Chu smiles, then places her hands over your stomach. You whine as you can feel the bones in your ribcage mending back together. About 20 seconds pass by and you are back to normal. “Thank you Miss Chu! What would I do without you?” you say through a smile. She then gives you a hug and pats your head, “Let’s eat breakfast now that you’re awake!”

Chairman Choi sits the final plate on the table and then takes a seat. The air is insanely thick. Hana is out this morning on a 10 mile run, so this leaves you, Somun and the adults. You all eat in silence, contradictory to the loud and energetic meals you all normally have. “Kids.” Motak speaks up after about 15 minutes of silence. You and Somun both look up from your bowls. Even though you two are both 20 years old, to Motak, you two are babies. You for sure thought you were gonna be in trouble. “You two go out and spend the day together. If any spirits come, we will take care of them.” he says. You won’t reject this offer. Usually Motak is very serious about everyone being at the noodle shop, ready to fight whenever. You and Somun nod slowly, in slight confusion, but stand up to walk to your rooms to begin getting ready for your first official date.

You walk inside and immediately head to your vanity desk. While picking up your brushes you realize that Somun has never seen you with makeup, let alone any of the counters. You turn on your favorite song and begin your makeup. “Perfect!” you say while applying the last swipe of lip gloss. You smile at yourself in the mirror and play with your hair to make sure you have no flyaways. You want to impress him, and make sure you two have a good night. You give yourself one final smile in the mirror and head towards your closet. It’s early spring, so you choose to wear a black skirt, a black and white striped sweater, and knee high boots. It’ll keep you warm but not too warm. You walk over and spray your favorite perfume and throw on some minimal jewelry to compliment the outfit. You take one final glance in the mirror. You haven’t felt beautiful ever since you started this job. Usually you are all cut up and worn out. But today, you finally have the chance to treat and care for yourself. You take a deep breath in, and as soon as you exhale there’s a knock on your door. You didn’t feel nervous until you heard the knock. You take one more breath and reach for the handle. You open it up and see Somun standing, waiting for you. You two stare at each other then smile. Miss Chu and Motak are not-so-secretly watching behind the kitchen curtains. “You look nice.” you speak up. Somun smiles and throws his head down. “You look beautiful.” he says to you with glistening eyes. “Way to one up me!” you say jokingly. He laughs and motions for you to follow him. “Motak and Miss Chu, we see you staring at us!” you yell across the lobby. They quickly shut the curtains, pretending like nothing happened. “Okay okay, we’ll see you later!” Somun shouts. “Have fun and be safe!” Miss Chu says through the curtains. You and Somun nod and make your way out onto the busy streets of Jungjin.

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You and Somun find yourself walking around a modern art museum, admiring the art. You recommended this, knowing how much he loves to draw. After walking and talking for hours at the art gallery, listening to Somun explain every painting in immense detail, you are starting to feel tired. You have the idea to go to a cafe and sit down for a bit over coffee. He nods in agreement and you walk to the nearest coffee shop you see.

Time flies by when you’re with Somun. The 3 hours at the art gallery and the 3 hours you’ve spent talking with each other has felt like 5 minutes. You notice the sun starting to set. “Somun, should we head home? It’s starting to get late.” you suggest. “I have one more place I want to go.” You nod your head and follow him out of the cafe doors.

“Where are we going? We’ve been walking for 30 minutes, and these shoes are really uncomfortable” you whine. Somun laughs, “Don’t worry, we are almost there. Cover your eyes.” You are confused, “Why do I have to cover my eyes? It’s already dark out.” you complain. “Shh, just trust me.” Somun says putting both of his hands over your eyes. You sigh and continue walking for about another 2 minutes until Somun stops. “We’re here.” he whispers. You feel hesitant to open your eyes, you have no clue where you could be. He notices this. “Don’t worry, Y/N. Just open your eyes.”

You open your eyes and are met with the beautiful shining skyline of Jungjin. You gasp and turn towards Somun smiling. You turn your attention back towards the city, admiring its beauty. Somun is admiring you and how happy you look. He suddenly grabs your hand and leads you to the top of a rock. Where did this sudden confidence come from? You ask yourself. But hey, you won’t complain. You two sit down on the ledge of the rock, admiring your hometown. You have never seen something this beautiful before. Tears start to fill your eyes. “Thank you, Somun.” you say turning to him. Somun smiles, looking into your eyes. You two lock eye contact, and you both start to gravitate towards each other. Somun cups your cheek with his hand and presses his lips against yours. You cup his hand with your own and kiss him back. He pulls away and looks into your eyes. “Y/N, I need to talk to you about something.” he says in a raspy whisper. You tilt your head replying, “What is it?” Somun looks away at the city for a few seconds and back at you, grabbing your hands in his. “I like you… a lot.” he says. Your heart skips a beat and you look at him with wide eyes. You quickly grab his face and lean in, smashing your lips against his. His hand is under your ear as you two share this passionate experience. You pull away this time, “Somun. I’ve liked you since day 1. When me and Eunjeong came into the shop. I was head over heels for you at first glance.” you confess. Somun blushes and tilts his head back. “I did too. Motak and Hana wouldn’t stop teasing me for the rest of the day.” he says. You laugh and playfully hit his shoulder. “I like you so much.” he confesses again. He kisses your forehead, then stands up, reaching out his hand. You accept his hand and you two begin walking home, fingers intertwined.

---—————- next morning —------———-

You wake up the next morning with Somun cuddled against you. You turn your head and admire him. You smile and place a soft kiss on his lips before getting up to head to the kitchen. When you open the door, Miss Chu, Motak and Hana all come falling in. You stare at them laying by your feet. “Woah! How did we end up here?” Motak asks in an attempt to save themselves from their stalker-ish tendencies. You are surprised to see Hana there as well. “Good Morning guys.” you say in a flat voice. “Ah, Ah! Good Morning!” Miss Chu says while getting to her feet. “We didn’t hear you come in last night, we just wanted to check up and make sure you and Somun were okay!” You laugh and roll your eyes. “Yes Miss Chu, the date went well.” you say. She looks at you awkwardly as they all scurry away. You laugh as you follow them into the kitchen for breakfast. Miss Chu has prepared Gyeran bap, one of your favorite dishes. You all sit down and begin eating when you all hear a door creak open. There stands Somun with squinted eyes and messy hair. You can’t help but laugh at his cuteness. But you look around and notice everyone also staring at him. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion until you glance at him one more time. Red lipstick is smeared all over his face. Motak and Hana bust out laughing and you cover your face out of embarrassment. “I guess the date did go well!” Motak exclaims while giving Miss Chu a high five. Somun tilts his head then turns to the mirror beside him. His eyes widen and his face immediately turns red. He runs back into your room and slams the door. Through laughter, Motak raises your hand and yells, “Congrats to our new couple!” you shove your face into the table to avoid the embarrassment once again.

Somun walks out again, lip stick free, “Are you guys bothering my girlfriend?” he asks. You two didn’t have the official “boyfriend and girlfriend” talk but it’s pretty obvious what you two are after last night's confession. The table swoons “Ooooo” and you keep your face hidden. Somun walks up to you and places a kiss on the hands that are covering your red face. “Yes everyone, the date went well. Y/N is my girlfriend.” he speaks up. You love Somuns confidence, but at times like this, you hate it. You eventually remove your hands from your face and look at everyone. You expected them to be laughing in your face saying things like “You’re dating THAT?” but instead you find them smiling and supporting you two. “You guys are cute.” Hana speaks up. Hana is not the type to express emotion, so when she does, you know that it’s genuine. Motak pats Somuns back with a little too much force and laughs. You stand up and motion for Somun to take a seat. He sits down and you walk to the kitchen to get him some breakfast. You sit the bowl down on the table and rub his shoulder and kiss him on the cheek, in hopes of embarrassing him. “Here you go, my love.” you say. The table swoons again and Somun whines out in embarrassment. You laugh and sit down, joining everyone for breakfast.

You feel safe and supported when with your team. You are beyond lucky to have met such wonderful people. But, you are particularly grateful to have met Somun, your boyfriend. They welcomed you in with open arms and stuck to their word to protect you. They have saved your life countless times, but you wouldn’t trade the world for it. You save others and this is what makes you happy. But you’re glad that you have a loving and supporting family beside you.

And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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"Bella, however, was straight chamomile for your soul, warm and calming with just enough sweetness that always left you wanting a little bit more..."

Pairing: Bella x Reader (referred to as "You")

Word Count: 3600ish

Warnings: mild language, adult themes & fluffy thoughts :)

(Takes place during filming of TLoU2)

Your first two weeks on the job had been pretty inconsequential, which you desperately appreciated since it was your first time working in this particular setting. You had been working for the studio for a few years now, but, being on location and having a more hands on approach with a huge production was all new to you. When the email about the job found its way to your inbox, you knew that this was exactly the opportunity you had been waiting for. Ever since the world opened up again two years ago, you had been searching for something a bit more exciting. You were happy enough with your job but being the assistant to the assistant of some big wig in the legal department hadn't always been the most stimulating or rewarding. There was also the rather unimpressive matter of your love life. That had definitely been put on the backburner over the last couple of years, not that it ever truly had been on fire so to speak. So, since there was nothing holding you back, you had come to the conclusion that a new adventure and a fresh take on life was just the thing that would solve all your problems.

You were the first employee to reply to the inquiry and was quickly approved for the position. You figured there wasn't a lot of interest in leaving the warm and pleasant southern California winter for whatever awaited in Vancouver, but you knew it would be exactly what you needed, plus you got to buy cute new boots. The studio was loaning you out to help with the overwhelming scale of the show's production. You would be helping out the Assistant Director as basically a second, 2nd AD. You had to laugh, here you were trying to escape the whole helping out the assistant gig but you couldn't deny the change of scenery. The job itself wasn't very stressful which allowed you to fully adjust mentally. Your duties included handing out the next day's call sheets and shepherding the cast to and from set. This meant you got to drive a golf cart sometime if the location was far enough away from base camp and you couldn't lie, that made you feel pretty important.

So here you were, two weeks in and making some good professional connections. The crew had been very welcoming to you and you were a little surprised at how friendly and personable the cast had been right off the bat. You knew that people had the tendency to become like family on a set and you had heard about this particular group of cast and crew being extremely close, so it was really cool that everyone had opened their arms to you. Everyone always had something to say to you and you would reciprocate with generic friendly banter while escorting them at the start and end of the day.

You were mostly in charge of the principal cast as well as some of the supporting cast and extras. You were admittedly a bit nervous at meeting the "Big Three" but your nerves were quickly put to ease. Pedro and Gabriel would joke and ask you about your favorite movies and music and constantly kept you on your toes. It was nice to feel so included but they were like a double shot of espresso directly into your veins and their jovial whims were sometimes a lot to take in that early or late in the day. Bella, however, was straight camomille for your soul, warm and calming with just enough sweetness that always left you wanting a little bit more. They were obviously friendly but there was an air of mystery that surrounded Bella and you honestly found that very refreshing, it made it easier for you to focus on your job without having to worry about sounding cool or impressive with your small talk. You knew that you came off quiet and shy, it was something you were trying to work on. You wanted to crack open your shell more with everyone, you knew it was important to be open with coworkers, but remaining professional and keeping things light and simple was something that was important to you too. It was a fine line and you certainly knew how to awkwardly tread it.

Before you knew it, those two weeks had suddenly turned into six, leading you to completely understand the concept of production time moving differently than real time. It felt like only six seconds had passed but also as if you all had been together for six years. Each day was as new and exciting as the very first, yet you had now settled into a comfortable routine that made you feel confident and purposeful in your role on set. For example, you knew when you picked Pedro up from base camp that he would need 27 shots of espresso over ice, despite the average temperature being 45 degrees, as well as a full recap of the show you were binging at his recommendation. And thanks to Gabriel, you had learned more about hockey then you ever thought was possible and always checked the stats from the previous day's games to throw at him as you handed over his coffee. And with Bella, well, they were a bit trickier than the others. You always handed them their drinks with the biggest of smiles which they would return immediately along with friendly interaction. No, that wasn't the complicated part. The thing was that Bella had started to take the time to ask about you. All the big and important things that kinda scared you. When they tried to get you to open up and expose a deeper part of yourself,, that shy and insecure creature would take over your brain. Friendships or any kind of connection with someone was hard for you. You knew from experience that being vulnerable and deep with someone would only end up with some sort of betrayal or heartache. That is why you found it easier to try and not get too close to anyone and just keep your work mode activated at all times. The last thing you wanted was for Bella to think you were rude and when they smiled and their eyes seemed to burn into your soul, you began to find it harder and harder to ignore their intrigue.

Over the next week you found yourself trying to let go more when you were with Bella and to not be so concerned about what they might think of you. And soon It was almost involuntary, you didn't even have to try, everything was becoming more natural between you two. Bella was absolutely the easiest person to talk to that you had ever met. They always had the most insane eye contact with you as you spoke, and it made you a little excited, almost as if Bella thought you were the most interesting person in the world. Questions and answers were given back and forth with smiles, laughter and the occasional, "No way, me too!" and it really felt nice to laugh like that again and to feel a connection with someone. Soon the desire for the journeys to and from set to last longer were starting to occupy a good portion of your heart.

The sun was dripping through the leaves and warming the cold ground as production wrapped for lunch. You couldn’t believe that another two weeks had passed as you deeply inhaled the fresh air around you. It had been nice to get away from the city for a bit, taking in the beauty of the Vancouver forests. It was a small location shoot this week, "Ellie's Big Birthday Adventure" as it was cited on the call sheets. The crew numbers were down and the only cast that was needed was Pedro and Bella. The air was different out here and there seemed to be a rejuvenated sense of childlike wonder amongst the cast and crew. You were constantly running around trying to keep an eye on your "kids'' as you and the crew affectionately referred to Pedro and Bella. It had been much easier in the city when everyone had a designated trailer to hangout and wait for you in but now you found yourself pulling them away from bug collecting and rock skipping whenever they were needed. Despite the ever changing runaround with them, you fell asleep every night with the biggest of smiles, you were loving every moment of it.

As you were exiting the Craft service tent you noticed Pedro, Bella and another crew member waving you over. You nodded at them acknowledging the invitation and settled down on a spare seat between Bella and a camera operator. Normally you didn't join the others during their breaks, you usually tucked yourself away in one of the crew trailers with your headphones in and your eyes closed if you weren't running around collecting updated sheets or checking in with other actors. However here, bounded by the trees, there wasn't anywhere else you would rather be.

"We're finding out what everyone's favorite field trip was when they were in school." Pedro stated after you had exchanged a communal wave to the group. You laughed softly as you popped open your drink can, you never got tired of the random conversations.

"Mine was when my high school drama class went to the Pantages Theatre and saw Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. So. Good." Pedro continued, "and Bellie's was..."

"Beatrix Potter's house, Year 4, Mrs. Anderson's class," Bella said as they shot a finger gun in your direction. "I still have the Tom Kitten magnet on the fridge at home."

"Niagara Falls," the camera operator added matter of factly pulling open a bag of chips.

"All very cool," you said, shifting slightly in your seat trying to think of your answer. "Ok, well my favorite field trip was probably the time we went to this big history museum in the middle of the city," You paused for a moment, the thought not lost on you that the facade of the "Wyoming Museum of Science and History"

was peaking through the trees.

"There's just something super magical about museums when you're a little kid," Bella said

"Right?!" you agreed, "I don't know, I'm still pretty obsessed with them to be honest," you began rambling without realizing, "They are actually a really good place for a date, ya know, it's pretty low pressure but still way fun. The fact that you have to talk kinda quietly and be close to each other is a bit sexy. Oh, and I think it's really fun trying to impress each other with random facts and, yeah..." you trail off as if lost in a memory.

"Is this coming from experience?" Pedro gently said, snapping you back to reality.

"Yeah… that's probably a story for another time..." you said, falling silent and hoping that another time would never come. You really didn't feel like sharing your past relationship failures to everyone and you continued to sit there wishing someone would talk about something else. After a moment or two of silence you heard, "Did you know that I went to a postcard museum once? Yeah, it was nothing to write home about..." they said in their most deadpan delivery. You bit your lip as a giggle tumbled out and joined the rest of the laughter amongst the group. You glanced over at Bella so thankful that they had sensed exactly what you had needed.

The following day shooting wasn't due to happen until later in the afternoon and a few people were getting together to go on a hike to Twin Falls Bridge. The air was much colder than usual that morning so you doubled up on your layers. It seemed like everyone from production was huddled together outside and you quickly joined them as Bella pulled you into the group.

"Hi!" Bella beamed with their brilliant smile and

"Hey Roo! Nice camera," you pointed out, knowing full well that they took photos of everything. You had gotten into the habit of calling Bella, "BellaRoo” or just “Roo” and you definitely noticed them smirking whenever you used the nickname, almost as if they were proud of the fact that they had the honor of earning one. Bella shrugged, "You know me, always documenting the pretty things," They pointed the camera in your direction as you hid your face with your hands, the flush in your cheeks warming your chilled skin.

"Oh god! That was so bad."

"Yeah, it really wasn't my best," Bella laughed in agreement. The hike was beautiful but you were so unbelievably cold. You realized that your shivering must have been more profound than you thought when Bella bounded over to you holding out a jacket.

"I'm totally not ok with you freezing to death," they smirked coyly.

"Oh is that so?" you said playing along, "Afraid you'll have to find someone else to bring you all your drinks or something?"

"Yeah something like that," Bella tossed you the jacket, "and plus all the paperwork is just so annoying."

“Are you sure? Aren't you going to freeze now?”

“I’m a hundred percent sure,” they smiled, “And Pedro will probably be over here in 30 seconds offering me his jacket anyway,” they added with a slight chuckle.

“Ok, well thank you,”you chuckled. You savored the soft scent of honey and citrus that lingered on the collar as you let its warmth encase your body, “I’ll wash it tonight and get it back to you tomorrow. I promise” you added as you fiddled with the zipper and realized your hands were officially numb.

“You can keep it. You know, so I don't have to find someone to replace your ass…” Bella said as they reached down and hooked the zipper into place and slid it up for you. They then proceeded to cup your hands in theirs and brought them to their lips, and gently used their warm breath to relieve your discomfort.

“Really? But it’s this your favorite jacket? I mean I see you wear it all the time.” You stated, doing your best to sound normal even though every fiber of your being had exploded into a million pieces at the intimacy of the moment.

“I like it on you,” they said in between breaths,, “Cuz, you know it uh, it goes with your...” Bella stammered and dropped your hands as they took a step back, “...your uh, your face.” they awkwardly gestured at your face. You couldn’t tell if Bella was actually nervous or if they were just being funny with you. Either way, you felt somewhat relieved when you saw Pedro running up the trail unzipping his jacket, any awkward tension between you two was instantly swept away by your laughter and Bella’s “I told you so” look.

You were happy to be back at base camp, a week out in nature was so nice but you had missed the coziness of the community in the city. You and Bella had put together a scrapbook full of plants and polaroid's from the past week and you couldn't help but smile at the photos, losing yourself in the memories before heading out the door for the day.

You took your usual walk from the production apartments to base camp stopping by the local coffee shop to pick up the kid’s assorted drinks. As you rounded the final corner and crossed the security barricade you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. You glanced down at your watch and saw the message from the AD, scenes had been moved around and they would be needing Bella in hair and makeup sooner than planned. You stopped by the crew trailer, tossed your bag into your locker and texted Bella.

You made your way over to Bella’s trailer and sat on the steps to wait for them. You really did not enjoy when schedules were moved around at the last minute, the anxiety of reaching out and locating the required parities and potentially ruining their plans was not a fun aspect of the job. However you were glad it was Bella today, nothing ever seemed to truly inconvenience them, plus seeing them first thing in the morning always seemed to make the morning light shine a bit brighter. You didn't have to wait long, Bella showed up right when they said they would.

“Hi hi hi!” they exclaimed as they rushed past you up the steps and disappeared in the trailer for four seconds to drop their bag off before jumping back down, “Let’s go!” they said, grabbing their coffee with a smile as you quickly radioed over to the MUAH team to let them know Bella was on the way. On your walk over you passed by the breakfast spread that was being laid out and you snagged a couple pieces of toast and handed one over to Bella.

“Thanks! Hey did you know in ancient Rome they used to drop a piece of toast into their wine for good health?”

“What?” you replied somewhat thrown off at the randomness of their question.

“Yeah! That’s why we call it “raising a toast”.” they said excitedly, their face eagerly waiting for your response.

“Ohhh no way! That’s pretty cool actually,” you smiled at Bella, “when did you become an expert in obscure historical facts?”

“Oh, you know, I'm just full of interesting facts, can't help it, I was just born that way.” that cheeky grin appearing instantly across their face.

“Ok what else you got then? Since you’re such a natural,” You smirked, egging Bella on.

“Australia is wider than the moon.” they replied instantly and matter of factly.

You nodded your head while trying your best to hold back a smile, “ Your family must be so proud of this God given talent.” Bella just shrugged and threw their hands up as entered hair and makeup and disappeared with a quick wave.

You were going over the rest of the day’s schedule with the AD when lunch was called and everyone scattered like ants in all directions to spend their time in various ways. After grabbing a snack you found some secluded chairs and popped your buds in your ears and selected your goto playlist. You were so zoned out that it startled you when a cassette tape landed in your lap. You paused your music as you looked over to see Bella crashing down in the seat next to you out of breath.

“You are ok?!”

“Yeah, I just ran from my trailer and back to get that.” they said, pointing to the tape, “I made it for you and I wanted you to have it for the weekend.”

“Um, what? You made me an actual mixed tape? I'm sorry, I was unaware that it was 1987!” you said in amusement as you glanced down at the insert covered in Bella’s handwriting and doodles.

“Oh stop it!” Bella laughed as they hit your leg in jest. “Pedro showed me how to do it! And I know they have a tape player in those ancient production flats so you have no excuse. It's just some songs that I think are vitally important for you to experience.”

“Well if it's of vital importance I will not let you down.” You promised as you slid the tape safely into the pocket of your jacket.

“Good,” Bella replied happily as they tucked their legs up on the chair and opened their water. It felt good just having Bella around. The way they seemed to calm the air yet electrify it at the same time was something that you wished you could bottle and take with you everywhere, just to have the sense of them around at all times.

“And thank you Roo, nobody’s ever made anything for me before, it's really cool.”

“Really?! I find that hard to believe,”

“Oh no its absolutely the truth! To be honest, no one ever really stuck it out long enough to care I guess. After all the trying and failing that I've done, I've realized that the common factor in it all has been me and that I must just be hard to love. I’ve grown to accept the fact that I'm destined to be alone,” you glanced over at Bella who was looking at you with those eyes that seemed to know your pain and offer you comfort all at the same time, “Ah, don't look at me like that, its fine, I’m fine, I swear,” you chuckled awkwardly, “Some people just aren't special in that kind of way i guess.”

"That's bullshit! There is totally someone out there for you and they will end up proving to everyone who made you feel unloved that they were so fucking wrong." Bella's eyes seemed to darken as they started intently into yours. You could tell that they were being serious with their words, something you only really noticed when they were working through stuff with Pedro. Just then the AD's voice bellowed out that principal actors were needed back for makeup checks.

"And who knows, maybe they're going to be a lot easier to find than you think." Bella softly smiled as they handed you their water and slowly backed away into the crowd that was forming. "You're fucking special. In the best way. Don't forget that!" Bella shouted and smiled as they disappeared into the swarm of people. A smile burst onto your face and you quickly buried your face in your hands knowing that you were turning red despite the amused laughter. Why were they so good at this? Allowing a person to be seen and to feel understood. The feeling that was pulling in your chest was somewhat new to you, and it felt like something stronger than gravity.

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