I know Bill's the big bad demon everyone is afraid of and he will protect his husband at all costs (when no one's looking), but I think it's also worth mentioning that Dipper, even being the dorky, squishy human that he is, also cares about his dumb demon hubby and wants to keep him safe, even if it annoys Bill, and really, he doesn't need protecting the way Dipper does. He isn't going to puff out his chest and get in someone's face like some macho man, but I think Dipper knee-jerk reaction when Bill's in "danger" isn't to just shrug because he's an all-powerful demon who can handle it. If a blast that could level a whole town was aimed at Bill's head (for him, this just means a bad hair day and a new body), Dipper's immediate impulse is to push him out of the way or defend him against whatever wants to kill his familiar. Because he's not thinking "Bill could literally end this match in .3 seconds." He's thinking "if you touch even one hair on that asshole's head, I'm going to knock yours clean off your shoulders." I don't know what the point even is in this post, just that Dipper is this nerdy, unassuming guy who ends up being viciously protective under the right conditions. Like I think Dipper pulls off the bloody and vengeful look SO well that Bill immediately melts and just lets him handle the situation, even though it's not really Dipper's fight to begin with. He's beating the guy to a pulp with zero reserve, and Bill's off to the side swooning and twirling his hair over his man for getting his hands dirty for him.
It's true! While Bill's not the type to enjoy being underestimated, he has to admit! Seeing his adorable husband all riled up on his behalf is a hell of a sight.
The thing is, Dipper's a good guy! He can't help but put himself in danger over others. Even when all reason and logic say that Bill would be absolutely fine if he got his head exploded or a shiv in his kidney, Dipper's instinct is to fully and immediately get in the way of that. To, in fact, be protective.
Mostly this is only evident when Dipper has to stand up to Ford. Yes, yes, Bill's a vile horrible monstrosity, but he didn't do that particular thing you're accusing him of. Watching him stand up to his uncle is a particular treat!
For bigger threats, though - Well. Bill's gonna be absolutely fine, no matter what happens, thank you very much. But he's definitely not opposed to seeing some guy who was about to literally stab him in the back get a few of his teeth knocked out.
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Kai
One last look in the mirror—swoop the hair, readjust ear cuff—and then I’m flying out of my room and through the front door. Miraculously, Cole isn’t outside yet which gives me a chance to catch my breath and settle into my body. Reservation isn’t until 7:30—we have plenty of time.
Shit, am I nervous?
The front door swings open, and Cole steps outside. All the air whooshes out of my lungs.
Half his hair is pulled up into a knot, the rest kisses his shoulders. He’s wearing a silky, short sleeve buttoned black shirt tucked into gray trousers that make his legs look like they go for miles. And the jacket. It’s a lightweight gold and brown houndstooth bomber jacket, with black and white striped trim.
Cole looks sexy and sporty and classy all at once.
“You look perfect,” I tell him. My voice is weirdly airy. I don’t sound like myself.
He smiles. “Cello clothes okay?”
I close the distance between us and clear my throat so my voice goes back down. “I mean, I want to wreck them later but, yes, they are more than okay for now.”
There’s laughter sparkling in his eyes, and Cole tugs me by my lapel to pull me even closer, kissing me between words. “You look” (kiss) “really good” (kiss) “too” (kiss).
Mm, I could kiss Cole all night (and a part of me wants to take him right back inside) but I also want to take him on a date. Eat good food, talk, laugh, flirt.
Curiosity overwhelms me. What is Cole like on a date?? I need to know.
“Car’s on the street,” I say. I intertwine his fingers with mine and head that direction.
“Where’re we going? Can you tell me yet?”
We arrive at my car, and I look over at Cole. He’s gloriously backlit by the sinking sun, a sweet cool breeze tugging at his hair. It’s a beautiful night—gold light and blue-violet sky and neon pink clouds—and probably one of the last summer nights before the seasons change.
I suddenly don’t want to spend the next two hours in a temperature-controlled restaurant with ridiculously pretentious food.
“Uh, one second,” I tell Cole. I motion for him to get in the car, and I dial the restaurant as I slip into the driver’s seat.
“Hey,” I say to the person who answers the phone. “I’ve got a reservation under Kai. We’re not gonna be able to make it.”
Cole sends me a look, waits for the call to end, and then asks, “Everything okay?”
I pull up directions to the night market Nya mentioned. It’s in a really cool part of town, where the arts district meets all the vintage shops.
“Totally good,” I say to Cole and flash him a grin. “Change of plans.”
“Yeah?”
“I’d rather be outside. You?”
“Kai, I don’t care what we do. I’m with you. The rest doesn’t matter.”
My heart gives off little sparks. “Such a romantic,” I tease.
“Oh, you have no idea,” Cole replies, his voice scorching the air, and I’m lightheaded again.
Is this what swooning feels like? Do I swoon now?
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KITTENS. this is my favorite chapter yet. i'm so excited to share it with you. i hope you enjoy. x
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Just me sitting here thinking about Koutarou Bokuto backing you up into a dark corner of the club and leaning down to press his lips next to your ear.
“Been watching you all night, you sexy thing,” he says as you run your hands from behind his neck down his chest before looking up at him and dragging your bottom lip between your teeth.
He nips at the sensitive skin of your neck before claiming your lips with his.
He smiles into the kiss when you run your tongue along his lips, parting them to greet his wet muscle as it swirls around yours.
The pro athlete grips your ass, pushing your short skirt out of his way to knead your warm, naked flesh in his big, greedy hands - the right one calloused from years of spiking the shit out of volleyballs.
He deepens the kiss as the long fingers of his ace hand slip beneath your dampening panties.
You whine into his mouth, your hands going into his spiked hair, making him shiver when you rake your nails along the nape of his neck.
His pants are painfully tight as he grinds his erection against your hip, knowing you can feel him. Wanting you to feel him.
His eager fingertips find your slippery folds and flick across your hard clit.
“Fuck Kou,” you moan. “We can’t do this here, lover. What if somebody sees us?”
“Please baby, m’cock is so fucking hard right now. Need t’release…”
The kiss ends abruptly when an idea pops into his head, a rather brilliant one he might add. He looks down at you with a mischievous grin. “I got an idea, babe,” he says, unzipping his pants.
“Kou! What’re you…”
"Shhh! No one will know. They’ll just think we’re making out.” He slowly lifts the front of your skirt, taking care to keep your body hidden from view with his own. “Hold your panties open for me.”
Your jaw drops, but your features soften when a knowing smirk begins to play on your lips.
You do as he says, hooking your thumbs under the thin waistband of your panties and watching as Kou reaches in and pulls his long, fat cock out.
He guides the head between your skin and the soft, dainty material of your panties while you hold them open for him.
His cock drags against your clit as he begins to stroke himself, his uneven breaths quickening by the minute.
He rests his forehead on your shoulder while you whisper words of encouragement in his ear: “That’s it baby. Wanna feel your hot cum on my wet pussy. Keep going, Kou...”
Feeling his balls tighten, Bokuto squeezes his eyes shut as he picks up his pace, frantically polishing his thick cockhead with the curled length of his thumb.
Feeling yourself getting close as well, you squeeze your thighs together as your boyfriend's glans creates friction against your aching clit. Your moist walls clench at the sight of him slowly losing control as he strokes himself stupid.
“Fuck-“ He bites back a whimper. “G-gonna nut.”
“That’s it, cum in my panties Kou.”
He freezes, his eyes flying open to watch the first spurt of his hot liquid hit your mons.
He holds his twitching cock in place as it releases rope after thick rope of his jizz against your skin.
He milks the last few drops of his seed with his fist before wiping his sensitive tip against your skin, hissing at the overstim.
He huffs and tucks himself back into his pants as you let go of your panties and let him lower your skirt back down.
He looks at you with his golden irises nearly overtaken by his lust blown pupils.
“I fucking swear I’m gonna make you cum til you cry when we get home babe. I’m already starting to get hard again knowing you’re gonna be walking around like this. Your cream-filled panties full of my cum.”
He kisses you sweetly before taking your hand and leading you towards the dance floor, his hot, sticky seed leaking out and soaking your thighs as you follow him.
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