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dilemmaontwolegs · 24 days

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The Perfect Life || CL16 {2}

Summary: Charles finally gets to see the person his brother was proud to call his best friend, and in doing so realises he has some amendments to make. Warnings: angst, swearing, sarcasm WC: 2.4k

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It was foolish to think the Leclerc’s would just leave you alone. It wasn’t so much of a surprise that Arthur stopped your door from closing but you did frown when his brother followed him inside your humble abode.

It was dim inside, with only shafts of starlight coming in from the missing tiles above. You walked blindly through the sparse furniture to the fuse box and pulled the lever down, flooding the room with flickering fluorescent light. “Not quite up to your standard?” you challenged Charles with a daring arch of your brow.

Arthur detoured to the small alcove that was once the factory staff room kitchen and grabbed two beers from the fridge that whined loudly to maintain its temperature. You immediately pressed your bottle to your cheek and moaned as the cold seeped into the bruised skin. Letting the makeshift ice pack do its job, you dropped onto the couch, avoiding the wayward springs that jutted out and tried to snag your clothes, and watched Charles walk around the cavernous room.

“This place is a dump,” he stated. He inspected the bed that consisted of a mattress thrown over pallets that had been abandoned inside the factory before eying up the punching bag that hung from the open rafters.

“If you’re only staying to insult me, just go.” The exhaustion in your voice came from deep inside your soul and even Charles paused at the sound.

You hated how he turned his inspection on to you instead. His eyes followed the length of your legs and you tucked your knees up under the hoodie, but then he finally noticed you had been barefoot the entire night.

“Pack your shit, let’s go.”

You closed your eyes and tipped your head onto Arthur’s shoulder. “I liked him more when he ignored me.”

“I’m not going to tell you again,” Charles growled as he swiped your beer bottle from your face.

“Charles, have you ever been beaten unconscious?”

“No.”

“Unless you want to find out how it feels, give me my fucking beer back.” You didn’t even open your eyes to see if the threat was taken seriously but then the cold touch of the bottle in your palm was an answer enough. “Thank you.”

“You can’t stay here,” he said calmly. “Pack your things, or I can buy whatever you need in Monaco.”

“I am not marrying you.” The beer was cheap and left a bitter aftertaste but you used it to smother the hot anger that was quickly starting to bubble in your gut. “Twenty minutes ago you would have let me risk being mugged while I walked home and probably asked for popcorn too while you watched.”

The old recliner you found at a secondhand store squeaked under Charles’ weight as he took a seat and said, “I don’t like popcorn.” You cracked an eye open to see amusement gracing on his face. “I also picked you up, didn’t I?”

“Wow, pick a girl up once and expect her to marry you.”

Arthur snorted a laugh. “I offered first.”

“Maybe you two can fight it out for my hand.” Sarcasm dripped from your lips as you tipped your head to Charles. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you land on your ass again.”

“It was a cheap shot.”

“Are you gonna let him disrespect you like that?” you asked as you nudged your friend.

“I’m not hitting him again,” Arthur grumbled. “It really hurt.”

“Oh, so not out of concern for me, thanks little brother.”

“She did warn you to shut up but you had to keep running your mouth.” Arthur looked at his brother’s lip but it wasn’t all that swollen thankfully. “Please don’t tell ma.”

“I can do your makeup,” you offered to Charles with a smirk. “I’m actually pretty good at covering up bruises now.”

Charles' eyes turned down and he shook his head as he felt guilty for how he had treated you over the years.

“I don’t want your fucking pity,” you snapped. “Stop looking like someone kicked your puppy.”

An awkward silence grew until you growled in the back of your throat and rose from the couch. “Tur, can you lock up when you leave?”

“Where are you going?”

You made your way to the ‘bedroom’ and pulled on a pair of riding leathers, not bothering with the jacket since you were comfortable and warm in the hoodie. “Home. I have to get ready for a charity brunch in Marseille.”

Charles watched curiously as you unlocked a thick padlock to what he thought was just a storage locker. Those green eyes widened when you swung your leg over the seat of the sleek Honda motorbike and grabbed your helmet that hung on the handlebars.

“You let her ride that?”

Arthur shrugged and finished his beer. “One: I’m not her keeper. Two: she has a licence. And three: you’re an idiot if you think anyone has a say in what she does.”

“You’re her friend, you should stop her from getting herself killed.”

“I am right here,” you reminded him. “I love the vote of confidence you have in me, by the way, really endearing.”

Whatever he was about to say was silenced when you clicked the remote for the roller door, kicked the bike stand back and turned the ignition on. The roar of the engine was deafening in the space and you slapped the shade down on your helmet before shooting out of your sanctuary.

“We have a lot to talk about,” Charles warned his brother.

Arthur nodded as he got up and dropped his empty bottle into the recycling bin. “Yeah, I figured that. Let me just lock up real quick then we can go.”

Charles watched as Arthur walked around the room like it was a routine chore he was used to doing. He hit the button on the wall to close the roller door before checking the windows were locked. He turned the phone charger off beside her bed and slipped the cash he had in his wallet under her pillow.

“She won’t accept it otherwise,” he said over her shoulder. “She doesn’t want charity, Cha. Your plan isn’t going to work unless you change your approach.”

“What do you mean?”

“Offering to buy her things. She won’t take it. Everything here was earned the hard way, independently.”

Arthur could see Charles was absorbing the information and already a plan was forming in his mind.

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“You look beautiful.”

The stem of the champagne flute in your fingers was nearly snapped when Charles startled you and you turned to find him in a tailored suit, the jacket left unbuttoned. “What are you doing here?”

“There aren’t that many charity events in Marseille today. I thought I would make an appearance, it’s good for the image.”

“What a humble philanthropist you are,” you said with a roll of your eyes while he scanned your face for any sign of the bruising from the night before. “Told you I was good.”

“You could be a professional.”

A waiter passed by and you swapped your empty flute for a full one while Charles grabbed one of his own. Already you could see the inquisitive looks cast in your direction and knew they would only grow the longer Charles spoke to you. Not wanting to be the focus of the gossip mill you took a step away from him, ready to make your escape.

“I have a proposal.”

“Christ, not this again.” You stepped toe to toe with him so as not to be overheard when you hissed. “I’m not marrying you.”

“Not that kind of proposal,” he chuckled. “Arthur tells me you are quite good at fighting.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, wondering where he was going with it, but nodded confidently. “I am.”

“I have a team of security, but they struggle with the female fans when they get a bit too aggressive.”

“You think having a woman throw them down is more…polite?”

He winced and shook his head but it wasn’t very convincing. “I hope it doesn’t come to that but the guys aren’t very comfortable with the idea.”

“You do realise my father is never going to let me leave Nice to work for you, right? That would not fit the image of his social standing.”

“I know. Now before you shut it down completely, just hear me out.” He paused and you immediately knew you were going to regret even listening to him. “You work for me, secretly, but we tell your father we are engaged.”

“No, no, absolutely not,” you hissed. “Argh, you said this wasn’t a proposal.”

“It’s not, well, it’s a fake one so there’s no suspicion why you are always with me. No one will know you work for me, but I’ll pay you well. You can have new bank accounts in your name that your father can’t access. When you have saved up enough money to live on your own then we can break off the engagement and you will have your freedom.”

“I-”

“Don’t give me an answer now, just think about it, okay?”

You turned on your heel and left the stately rooftop garden. The sun was suddenly too warm and the laughter of conversation seemed to mock you personally as you passed by. It would only be a matter of minutes before your father’s assistant came looking for you but you would take every second of freedom that could.

You got exactly 97 seconds before the bathroom door swung open and Veronica sighed. “You don’t have a scheduled bathroom break until 11.”

“Too much bubbly,” you lied as you tossed the damp hand towel into the basket. It hadn’t even helped to cool your burning neck so you mentally pulled yourself back together and followed the wretched human back out to the event.

Veronica clasped her personalised diary full of notes behind her back as she nodded her head to a portly man ahead. “Mr Henri Cartier, two sons, wife - Charisse, $3 billion profit.”

You plastered a smile back on your face and approached with all the confidence that your father had trained you to fake. “Mr Cartier, how lovely to see you again. How is Charisse? It is a shame she can’t be here today.”

You zoned out as he started to recall how his wife had flown to London in their Lear as their sons had an important polo match. Cambridge versus Oxford, naturally. It obviously wasn’t important enough since he would rather be shaking hands with this lot instead of watching the game. “…the King himself will be there.”

“Ah, but this is France, we have no King,” you teased. “We take care of our own people. Now, a little birdy told me your business had a remarkable turnover this quarter. I hope to see a reflection of that in your donation.”

The Forbes billionaire laughed haughtily. “Of course, my dear. What else would I do with all the excess?”

You opened your mouth to list off all the other purchases he would rather spend his money on but a slick voice eased into the conversation.

“How many superyachts can one man own?” your father asked. “I’ll tell you, Henri, it’s the same thing I say when my wife makes her famous cannoli - there’s always room for one more.”

The two men laughed way harder than the joke called for, but the real joke was the fact that your mother had never stepped foot in a kitchen.

“It’s a wonder your charity survives with that advice,” you said as you took a step back and let them pick out the shortcomings of their children, and your entire generation, together. You pretended that you didn’t hear them and let the passive blank face fall into place until a hand took yours and pulled you away.

Veronica’s hand lifted to alert your father to your absence but you took the rescue that Charles offered and trailed behind him, losing sight of the assistant in the crowd.

“Well that was uncomfortable to watch,” he murmured in your ear. It concerned Charles at how quickly you had fallen into the charismatic charade he was accustomed to as he watched. He had hated how comfortable you were at these events, and how you charmed everyone you spoke to. He never realised it was all an act, and that the real person behind the whimsical smile was an intelligent, and abused, woman. “I don’t think I have heard so many variations for the word ‘useless’,” he continued.

Charles was right, your father had used them all in his complaints about you. Henri’s response about his children was equally cold, ‘but at least you only have the one weed in your garden.’

“I’m convinced he reads the thesaurus to find new insults for me.”

“That’s so messed up.” This time he didn’t aim the words at you and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. It was easier to think of him as the asshole you had come to know for the last decade.

“Welcome to my life.”

Charles slowed his pace for you down the stairs but you were used to moving deftly in high heels and raced ahead, tugging his hand to hurry up. A smile grew on his face until you reached the last step that exited the venue and breathed in the salty breeze blowing in from the sea across the street.

“My offer still stands,” he said as the valet quickly brought his car around and he took a step off the curb. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Charles smirked as your eyes narrowed and you took a step closer. “Why are you suddenly so interested in helping me?”

The valet opened the passenger door for you and Charles faced you from over the roof of the black sports car. “Get in and find out.”

Your eyes traced the white and red stripe that ran along the car before looking back at the entrance. The choices weren’t overly appetising but you sighed and ducked down into the low seat, tucking the tail of the gown in before the valet closed the door.

“Don’t make me regret this, Leclerc.”

Part Three.

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namecantbeblank · 11 months

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Okay those who didn't watch Foolish before QSMP I NEED you guys to realize how insane this guy is with building on smps. Genuinely the dragon and castle is just the tip of the iceberg. All of these are in survival, no shulker boxes, no access to the end, no elytra, no mods

Vegetta statue? Child's play! Here's a statue he built:

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Gothic castle? Impressive, but this giant mansion made him lose his sanity LONG before, and now he has chandelier trauma

Hey, hey, you're still paying attention, right? Because if you don't, you'll miss the insane attention to detail on this entire TOWN he made for his friends

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heeliopheelia · 9 months

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"can i kiss you?" (jake x fem! reader)

genre: smut, fluff word count: 1k requested by nonnie ♡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

warnings: fwb, swearing, mentions of bruises

a/n: why does writer's block always magically ✨unblock✨at 3 in the morning?? but anyways, it's jake's turn finally!! i planned to make it way more fluffy and shorter but oh well ://

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Everything turns into a blur as Jake's hips snap into yours sharply, successfully knocking all the air out of your lungs. With your face buried in his cologne-scented pillow, you've long lost control over all the noises coming out of your throat. Jake's hands are gripping your hips tightly and you're well aware that you're gonna wake up with bruised fingertips printed all over your burning skin.

"Damn, baby, stop squeezing me like that."

You're too caught up in the feeling of his cock hitting so deeply inside you and finally reaching your climax to even realize he's saying something to you. To realize he's just broken the first rule of your deal by calling you a pet name of any sort. Way too intimate.

Your legs begin to shake when his hand pushes your head even further into the pillow, muffling your moans and cries with the silky fabric in an instant. "Stop being so loud," he breathes out, leaning down until his hot breath is brushing over your ear. You can't do much else than whimper in an answer as you reach behind and push on his thighs weakly – an attempt to move away from him as overstimulation starts clouding your mind.

Perhaps sleeping with your best friend's brother while she's sleeping in the room right next to his is foolish, and yet neither of you cares about it so much at the moment. The only thing on your minds is the bliss coming from being split in half by Jake's dick.

You forget about the second rule of the deal that the two of you had made after the first time you ended up having sex as you let his lips suck on your neck harshly, leaving a blossoming bruise right below your jawline. You can't stop the loud whine when his teeth nip on the freshly printed mark and soon you hear his low grunts near your ear as he comes couple minutes after you.

You have only few seconds to relish in the feeling of his body slumping down on yours before he's up on his feet and throwing the used condom to the bin next to his messy desk. You can hear him roaming around the small bathroom attached to his bedroom and you turn your head to the side when you feel the mattress dipping next to you again.

"You good?" Jake asks with a small smile on his pretty lips as you nod weakly.

He places his hands on your hips, gently this time, before flipping you over on your back so that he can get a better look at you. After knowing him for such long time, after all the compromising times he's had you nearly drooling and forgetting your own name, there's really little to zero shame you feel around him anymore.

You watch as he scans the marks he's left on your thighs and hips with a frown. A small wave of warmth rushes down your body as you realize he genuinely cares for you.

"It's okay," you try to assure him, sending him a tired smile.

His eyes snap back to your face. "I wasn't too rough?"

"Nah." You shake your head, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. "It doesn't hurt. Don't worry."

He gives up with a sigh and only then brings up the damp towel that he took from his bathroom couple minutes ago. He runs the warm fabric over your thighs and in between them, cleaning you up as gently as he could. You feel your eyelids getting heavier with every stroke of his, shivering slightly whenever his fingers accidentally make contact with your skin instead of the towel.

You only open your eyes back again when you feel him tugging the soft covers on your body. You groan and lazily push yourself up on your elbows. "Fuck, Jake, I need to go back," you mumble, leaning down to pick your hoodie up from the floor.

You turn around when his hand stops your movements. "Stay," he pleads and you're too far gone to notice he's just broken the third rule. "I'll wake you up in the morning so that you can go back. She won't notice anything, I promise."

You don't even try to put up any fights, only lay back down next to him without any further objection. You're about to snuggle up to his chest when his words interrupt the silence again.

"Can I kiss you?"

Now, you suddenly feel more awake than ever as he undermines the fourth rule of your deal. Your eyes snap open, the entire tiredness leaving your body all at once. You gape at the man hovering above you as breath gets stuck in your throat. There's no way he feels the same, you think to yourself, mind running back to the entire past year of one-sided pining over your friend with benefits.

"Are you serious?" When he nods his head, you let a stupidly giddy smile crawl upon your lips. Noticing how he swallows nervously, eyes struggling from dropping down to your lips, you can't help but tease, "Damn, Jake, you must like me or something?"

"You don't even know how much," he mumbles, tracing his finger along your smiling cheek. "So, what you say?"

Instead of giving him a proper answer, you grab the back of his neck and pull him down, crashing your lips together. A low moan escapes his throat, heart almost leaping out of his chest from happiness and finally making dream of your soft lips on his come to life. The kiss is wet and sloppy but you couldn't care less really. Jake's teeth tug on your bottom lip as he makes himself at home right between your thighs.

You pull away from him before the two of you get carried away and you're unable to think straight until the very morning again. "What does it make us, though?" You ask, fingers sliding down to his jawline.

"Whatever you want it to be, baby," he mutters, impatiently pressing his lips to yours again. "Just wanna be inside you again already. My pretty girl."

And as the both of you are engrossed in giddy giggles, kisses and lust all over again, neither of you is even half prepared for the scolding you're about to get in the morning from your best friend. With pillow forcefully tugged over her ears, she rolls her eyes, deciding that this time she's not gonna let it slide, not like all the other nights during the past four months that she's heard you jumping all over each other like some damn bunnies in the heat.

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avocado-writing · 3 months

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Okay, I've had this idea bouncing around in my head, waiting for you to reopen suggestions, haha. How do you think the Origins Companions + Halsin, Rolan, Dammon, and Zevlor would react if they found out that Tav had been hiding a very serious injury from them? The kind of injury where Tav is convinced that they're fine and they don't want to worry anyone with something they can handle on their own, especially the people they care most for, but as they try to ignore the injury it only gets worse until it's potentially life threatening and they can't keep up the facade anymore. I will leave it up to you whether or not Tav and the other individual are in a romantic relationship. I think both ways have potential for wonderful angst 😆

ooohhh noooooo! but also oh yes, LOVE this sort of angst lol. written as if you have had an infection come on from an injury. this is gonna be a long list so let's buckle up...

Astarion

really tries to hide his panic but fails miserably.

can't help but start snapping - how could you keep something like this from him?

you try to give your excuses but he waves them away, angry, but mostly because he's terrified that he might have lost you.

if he has any healing potions he helps you take them, if he doesn't he immediately... sources some from somewhere.

holds you as tight as he dares, worried that he will aggravate the injury otherwise.

as you begin to heal and drift off to sleep he spends the whole night watching you rest, making sure that you're still breathing, still safe. doesn't mind when you cuddle up to him in the night, sleepily.

Gale

curses himself for not noticing your condition. he's a wizard, damn it! he's meant to be bloody perceptive.

wishes for the first time ever that he didn't just know wizard spells. wishes he knew how to heal, too.

makes you as comfortable as he can while he finds a book about what he can do for an infected wound, probably swallowing his pride and going to Shadowheart if it's bad enough.

you manage a weak, "Gale, you don't have to--", and he cuts you off, "if you're going to insist that I don't have to look after you, I'm telling you that I do."

fixes you something to help with the pain and infection, makes sure you drink it all despite the horrid taste, then tucks you into his bedroll to let you rest.

when you go to reach out and cuddle him he slips into your arms, presses his lips to your hair, and whispers as you fall asleep about how much you scared him. about how he'd never be able to lose you.

Lae'zel

only realises how unwell you are when you fall over mid-journey.

"tsk'va! why did you hide the extent of your injuries from me?"

hauls you onto her back and carries you back to camp, muttering about your foolishness the whole time.

makes you comfortable in her tent and uses her knowledge of githyanki medicine to help start healing you.

it isn't comfortable as she works on your infection but for the first time you feel her hands being soft rather than vicious.

"you should not have kept this from me." "I know. I'm sorry." "hm. ridiculous thing. zhak vo'n'fynh duj."

goes and intimidates the camp into being quiet so you can rest. it works. this is the nicest she's ever been to you. you could get used to it.

Shadowheart

obviously this is not a huge problem for her, but she is still worried that it got so far without her noticing.

immediately heals you, pouring far too many spell slots into your body in order to get it up and running again.

it helps, immediately breaking the fever you've been nursing, and the touch of Shadowheart's hand to your face is cooling and reassuring.

"lady shar teaches us to embrace our pain... but not like this. you should have known better. you could have died."

her hand slips down to cup your cheek, you cover it with one of your own. she's telling you off but you can tell it's because she cares.

"I'm sorry that I scared you." "I know. don't do it again."

she smiles and the ache in your heart is lifted, too.

Wyll

panics.

you collapse on day in camp and he immediately calls on the others for help, not so proud as to be unable to admit when something is out of his knowledge. he is not a healer. he needs help.

he manages to catch you in his arms as you tumble, hugging you close to his chest while magic is worked or a healer checks you over.

lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding when you begin to stabilise.

helps you back to your tent to rest, gently chiding you but letting you know that he's glad you're alright.

when your hand weakly comes up to touch him, he indulges you in a kiss to let you know how relieved he is.

constantly watching you on the battlefield from that moment on. if he can help it, you'll never be hurt again.

Karlach

another panicker.

scoops you up in her arms and holds you to her chest, running to the tent of the nearest healer in camp - or, if you're in the city, kicking down the door of a local doctor.

begging the healer to check you over, but is reluctant to let you go. if she stops holding you it's like she's relinquishing control and that scares the life out of her.

you're healed and she feels you start to stir in her arms, peppering you with kisses of relief, choking through her tears that you're never to scare her like that again.

carries you back home, even if you're totally capable of walking. she just wants to make sure you're okay.

Halsin

sternly disappointed that you didn't tell him, but more annoyed that he didn't notice something was wrong himself. how could he not see how out of balance with nature you were?

squirrels you away to his tent to heal you, make you soothing and medicinal teas, his big hands over the source of the infection.

you burrow into his touch, into his chest, and you end up sitting in his lap as he heals you.

he wants to tell you off a little, but is more relieved that you're alright. encourages you to share all your burdens with him.

kisses you on the forehead, then on the mouth when he's sure you're strong enough for it not to knock you flat.

Dammon

my poor boy is just a blacksmith, so though he doesn't exactly panic, he does scoop you up and try to find a healer as soon as he can.

waits quietly and nervously as you are examined, silently cursing himself for being too busy to see how you were hurt. he's meant to be better than this. he's meant to love you, how didn't he notice?

when you come to he can't stop apologising, and it takes several of your kisses to soothe him and tell him it was not his fault but yours.

he makes you promise that you'll always tell him when you're hurt. has you look into his eyes and swear it.

he can't do much on the battlefield but he can protect you where he can.

Rolan

another one cursing that he doesn't know healing spells.

"you aren't meant to die, gods damn it! you're meant to be strong... what good am I if I can't keep you safe..."

rushes you to the best doctor in Baldur's Gate. pays for all the treatment that you could need. holds your hand at your bedside for your entire recovery... until you come back to consciousness, of course, at which point he just starts telling you off for being stupid enough to get into his mess in the first place.

you grab him by the collar and drag him down for a kiss. that finally shuts him up. but he never lets you forget how foolish you were.

Zevlor

practical but still worried about you.

you collapse in the field and he finds a safe place to hide the both of you from dangerous eyes, using his Lay on Hands ability to channel his magic into healing.

you try to apologise but a finger to your lips silences you, and all you can do is watch in quiet wonder as he burns the infection out with his Paladin's light.

when you're better he gently chides you. tells you that you have people relying on your leadership, and that a problem shared means there are more heads working on how to fix it.

when he sees how sorry you are lets you cuddle into him. when you say you'll repay him, he insists your happiness and well-being is enough for an old warrior like him.

does take the kiss you offer, though. he's been wanting to do that for a while...

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calypsocolada · 1 month

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FOOLISH | denji

(this is part two! click here for part one)

synopsis: you get a little jealous... authors note: hi! this part two is approximately six months late. apologies. HOPE U ALL ENJOY cw: SMUT, nsfw, sinning and lots of it, edging, lots of making out in various places, aged up characters!, not proofread (sorry), female reader wc: 3.4k

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You weren’t jealous. You were fuming. You weren’t sure of Himeno’s age but you knew she was older than you. Meaning she was older than Denji. Sure you all were above the age of consent but still… What would she want from a younger man anyways? It was quite the age gap. These questions just suited to make you even angrier as you sighed heavily and audibly. She was all over the poor boy. The worst of it was he looked thoroughly entertained by her. He seemed thoroughly entertained by you just last week when he was begging for a kiss.

“Y/n?” A voice to your left said. You about jumped out of your skin.

“Hmm?” You intoned, sliding your eyes to the girl next to you. Kobeni, she looked nervous. Probably because you were still wearing the glare.

“Everything okay?” She asked, her eyes following where yours were glued for so long. You felt embarrassed and covered it with a practiced smile, nodding your head.

“Yeah… why?” You asked, knowing she would be the last person to call you out.

“N-nothing…” She said, fiddling with her hair. You felt guilty for making things awkward. “Do you… have a thing for Denji?” You couldn’t have guessed that would be coming out of Kobeni’s mouth so the utter surprise that was fixed to your face was something you couldn’t hide or smoothe over.

“W-what?” You questioned, lips parted. Kobeni leaned on her hand slightly, lowering her voice.

“Do you have a thing for-”

“I heard you.” You snapped, keeping your voice low. You sighed, looking back over towards Denji and Himeno. Your eyes met his for a moment and you looked away quickly, an aggravating blush creeping to your cheeks. “I could kill you.” You mutter, letting your head fall in your hands.

“Is that a yes?” Kobeni whispered. Your eyes snapped up to hers.

“No. That is not a ‘yes’!” You hissed in a hushed tone. Her lips zapped closed at that. “He’s-- he’s a devil. He’s immature and pushy and annoying. How could you ever think…” You trailed off, heated.

“Okay… I’m sorry I asked. It’s just…. You were staring for a long time.”

“I… was lost in thought. It had nothing to do with… them.” You said, the last word coming out a bit begrudgingly.

“Oh…kay.” Kobeni says. “Well… I heard Himeno’s gonna try and sleep with him.” You flinched hard at her words, your stomach twisting uncomfortably in disgust.

“W-what?” You managed to force out. Kobeni leans close to you as though you two were sharing juicy gossip… which is pretty much what you were doing.

“She said he was cute… she liked how inexperienced he was.”

“That’s… predatory.” You say with a sharp look pointed towards Himeno. She was blushing, throwing her head back in laughter at something Denji said. Your gut twisted and you forcibly turned yourself back towards Kobeni.

“You didn’t hear it from me.” She winks, leaning back, sipping her drink. You were the jealous type, but you weren’t the type to act on these things. You sat back in your chair, looking over one last time, and when your eyes met Denji’s you looked away again and pushed up from the table. “You okay?” Kobeni asks as you give her a weak smile.

“Yeah… I just-- I’m tired, that's all. Gonna head home.” You say, Kobeni gives you a sort of pitying smile and nods her head. She knew and you didn’t care to justify yourself. You weave through the crowded restaurant, shouldering open the door into the cold drizzle of rain. It cools your heated cheeks. It feels good. So much better than that cramped restaurant. You head down the sidewalk and now that you're alone you feel sort of safe with letting your thoughts wander. Safe with letting the emotion of the night plague your features.

Yes.

Yes you were fucking jealous. As begrudged as you were to conclude that. You didn’t have much right to be jealous. You and Denji kissed twice and you ignored him for three days after that. You never let on that you liked him before that and definitely not after. You had no right to be jealous. But you were. It couldn’t be helped. Denji was… a lot of things. Things that you didn’t like. Immature for starters, he was foolish and knew not even the first thing about women. Feeling this way for someone like him was dangerous and surely detrimental to your own feelings. But still… You couldn’t help it. Because he was all those things but kind to you. He saved you. He makes you laugh, he’s annoyingly funny. He shares his food with you and follows you around like a lost puppy. He texts you stupid memes and picks you up matcha tea lattes everytime he goes somewhere without you. He begs you to read your books aloud to him if he’s in the same room as you and watches all your sappy romance movies without complaining. He gives you his favorite manga to read and gets very excited when you like the same characters he does.

You stopped walking as the rain started to pick up, ducking under an overhand a few doors down from the restaurant. You leaned against the cold brick of the wall, watching the rain coming down in droves now. You thought about the kisses you two shared. How you’d never felt that way before. How after you closed the door between you two you couldn’t sleep that night. Just kept replaying that moment over and over, feeling the warmth of his hand slide around your hip and pull you close to him. It shocked you really. How you lost sleep over a kiss. It was frustrating. You felt like a silly little girl again.

“Y/n!”

You had crushes when you were a teenager, not that they ever really amounted to anything. Nothing ever went your way with love. That was something so much like sand through your fingers. Hard to grasp and even harder to hold onto. You had no experience, of course you wouldn’t be picked over someone who had experience.

“Hey! Y/n! There you are!” You heard his voice seconds before Denji slammed into you with a bone crushing hug. You yelped as he swept you right off your feet.

“Hey! W-what?” You gasped as Denji sat you back on your feet, his hands just above your hips.

“I called your name like fifty times! You didn’t hear me?” He asked, his hand coming up without a warning to push your hair from your face.

“I didn’t.” You deflected, a heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Kobeni told me you were sick.” Denji worried, his hand coming up to press against your forehead, sliding down to press against your cheek. He sucked in a breath. “You're cold.”

“It’s cold outside.” You smiled smally. “I’m fine. Just tired.” Denji pulls his jacket off even though you already have one on. “Denji… no you don’t have a jacket.” You protest but he’s already draping it over your shoulders.

“Better?” He asks as you look up at him.

“You need a jacket.”

“Chainsaw man doesn’t need a jacket.” He jests, causing a small laugh to escape your lips. You watch in real time Denji looking at the smile on your lips and matching it. You feel butterflies in your stomach and look away before they can take flight.

“You can go back… I’ll be fine walking home.”

“No.” He says with a shake of his head.

“No?” You echo.

“I’m not letting a pretty lady walk home alone. Someone might take you.”

“Someone?”

“Yes, someone. Someone with eyes.”

“Really specific.” You laugh. “I’m a devil hunter, no one’s taking me.”

“I don’t care. I’m coming home with you.”

“Wouldn’t you rather… go home with someone else?” You ask and feel foolish for asking, foolish for letting that stupid bout of jealousy to show. Denji cocks his head like a dog.

“Someone else?” He asks and you almost tell him to forget it but your lips are moving before you can stop them.

“Himeno.” His eyes go to yours and for a moment you both just stare at each other.

“Isn’t she like thirty? I’m not trying to go home with a cougar when I could go home with you.” He says and a startled laugh passes your lips.

“A c-cougar, Denji…” You shake your head laughing.

“I might be an idiot but I am not dumb. No one could even comes fucking close to you, you know that right?”

“Shut up.” You blush, hiding your face slightly. Denji reaches up and gently catches your wrist, pulling your hands away from your face so he can look you in the eyes as he speaks.

“I mean it. You are my top girl. The only girl for me.” His words have the utmost sincerity in them that you almost feel your knees go all wobbly. Your lips part. You try to recover, try to laugh it off and shake your head but he doubles down by moving into your space and grabbing both of your cheeks to press a kiss to your cold lips. It’s just a quick press, something to drive his words home to you. And when he goes to lean away from you, his lips parting in words about to be spoken you cut him off. Throwing your arms around the back of his neck, spinning him around and pressing him into the cold brick wall.

“Oh…” Denji gasps against your lips, his hands sliding around your lower back. You press slightly frantic kisses to his lips, kisses you dreamed about, kisses that plagued your sleep. “I can’t-- believe your-” You kiss the side of his mouth, slowly trailing kisses down. Kissing his jawline, then under his jaw. He obediently raises his head giving you easier access to his neck. “Uhn… holy shit…” He practically pants out, his hand snaking down, palming your ass. You can’t help but laugh, breaking your concentration. “W-what?” He whimpers out of breath.

“You couldn’t help yourself could you?” You ask, his hand still on your ass. He can barely think about what you're talking about, you're standing so close, he can still feel your lips against his neck. Yeah… you’re not gonna be able to get a straight answer out of him for a bit. It makes you laugh even harder, this sort of calms his overheated brain, affording him a moment of reality.

“Oh… oh sorry… I should’ve asked.” He says and lets go. You shake your head.

“No… it’s… it’s fine.” You laugh warmly, sliding your hand under his jaw, thumb sliding over his cold cheek. “I just know… how badly you have wanted to touch a girl's ass.”

“Your ass.” He clarifies. “I have a list of things I want to touch, you draw me a map and I’ll follow it.” He says with the utmost seriousness. You find yourself blushing at that comment, realizing you two were still in public. The rain had stopped, you're not sure when and people were starting to walk around a bit.

“Okay, playboy, let’s cool off.” You laugh and watch as Denji’s face gets serious.

“Oh… I forgot you weren’t feeling good.” He intones softly, making you smile.

“I feel fine.” You say and he perks up at that, sliding a hand around your waist, pulling you to him.

“Then I want to kiss you some more.” He says and when he leans in you turn your face, his lips hit your cheek.

“Not… out here.” You say, blushing. Denji pulls back, nodding his head.

“At home?”

“Aki’s home.” You remind him and Denji lets his head fall against the wall, a whine escaping his lips.

“I could kill that ponytail freak.” He groans as you laugh, shaking your head, linking your hand with his and pulling him towards home.

“That’s not very nice, Dennis.” You say and Denji’s lips part in mock disbelief at the nickname.

“That’s messed up, baby.” He pouts, making you laugh even harder. He pulls you to him, draping his arm around your shoulders, fighting the bite of the cold away.

When you two get to the apartment building, Denji jogs to open the door for you, holding it open as you walk inside, giving him an amused smile.

“So,” He starts, catching up with you as he starts walking up the stairs. “When do we start dating… or have we already?”

“What?” You sputter out, surprised.

“You kissed me like you owned me and I want you to.” He explains making your entire body go red as you stop at the top of the stairs.

“Denji…” You start, unsure how to even phrase any other words after that last comment.

“Y/n… please don’t ignore me for a week again, I barely survived the last time.” He says as you look at him apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” You sigh. “I was… figuring things out.” You explain and Denji nods his head.

“Did you?” He asks and you look at him questioningly. “Figure things out?”

“I… against my better judgment… do like you.” You force yourself to say. Denji’s entire world flips on its axis, he goes pale for a second and you think he might actually pass out. You reach to steady him. “Denji,”

“I’m fine.” He bleats, clearing his throat. “You like me.” He echoes with a dreamy look in his eyes. They drift back to you after a moment. “So I belong to you?”

“No…” You say, not really liking the sound of that.

“No?”

“Denji, you're your own person.” You try to explain.

“Fuck that.” He waves off. “I want to belong to you. I don’t mind if you don’t want to belong to me.” He explains but then thinks better of his words. “Though the thought of someone else touching you makes me feel ill.” He cringed. You can’t help but laugh, he looks at you. He loves watching you laugh, especially when he’s the cause of it. He kisses you mid laugh, just wanting that smile pressed against his lips. You made a sound, somewhere between a surprised gasp and a content sigh. In the hallway alone there was a bit more privacy. He’s stood one stair below you so you have a few inches on him, his neck bent slightly up to kiss you, both hands sliding to pull you in by your cheeks and pull you impossibly closer. Your hands hold his wrists loosely. The kiss grows as he takes a step up, now towering over you as he slowly backs you up into the front door, pressing your back to it. Your right hand slides around the back of his neck, pulling just slightly at his hair. Your other hand wraps around his waist, resting there and pulling him in closer. Both his hands stay on your face, he’s kissing you with more ferocity than any of the other times. It’s almost like this is the last chance he’ll ever get, that he has one shot to really drive it home to you how badly he wants you.

Suddenly the door behind you two opens and you stumble inside. Aki holds the doorknob, groggily wiping his eyes.

“Did you guys forget your keys?” He asks, unaware of what was just happening outside the door.

“Yes!” “No.” You and Denji answer at the same time, Denji pouting at being interrupted again. Aki just mumbles something and heads back to bed, pushing the door shut, leaving you and Denji in the dimly lit hallway. Denji sighs, watching Aki go.

“That guy is always interrupting.” He grumbles, making you crack a smile and a soft laugh.

“He’s not doing it on purpose.” You say and Denji just rolls his eyes, huffing. You gently grab Denji’s hand. “If you can be quiet, I’m sure we won’t be interrupted anymore.” You whisper, pulling him back towards your room. Denji almost tripped at your words, a violent blush spreading across his entire body.

“Y-you can’t say stuff like that!” He whispers as you laugh softly. “You’ll get me excited.”

“That’s the point.” You say and when you push open your door Denji practically pounces on you. You catch and push your door shut at the last second as he’s walking you back to the bed. The backs of your knees hit and then you both fall back onto the covers. Denji pressed his weight against you, kissing you hard. His knee comes up just between your legs and pushes below your knee to part them. He was eager, very eager to crack you open, to touch every part of you and kiss you until you both couldn’t take it anymore. You rolled him over so you were on top. His hands slid down and rested on your hips. You grabbed one of his hands and guided to rest just on your ass. His cheeks went cherry red at that and you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. You lean down against him and feel his ragged breath fan across your lips.

“I could…” He breathes out. “I could die beneath you.” Your own cheeks blush.

“No need for that.” You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to either of his cheeks. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Treat me however you want… You own me.” He whispers, his fingers flexing where they lay on your body. The feeling of the kiss and all the sensations made Denji feel so hot and flustered. The feeling of the intense passion and heat. It was something that made him feel so many emotions. The sensation of your tongue sliding against his, and the breath mingling against each other's, was enough to make him moan and whimper. "D...don't stop.." Denji's breath was still shaky, his blushing was still bright and he gulped. The heat was so intense and the feeling of your tongue mingling with his sent him over the top. Denji's body shuddered and trembled. You kissed him hard, your hips absentmindedly moving against his own heating and winding him up way past what he could handle. Denji's body jolted as the heat only built up more. Denji knew he was going to lose it soon... the kisses, the slight grinding and the intense lust... it was only building more and more. Denji gulped and his breathing hitched again, he was barely holding back the feeling of... him going over the edge. You trailed a kiss to a sensitive part of his neck, whimpering out his name into his ear. That pushed him toppling right over the edge, Denji's breathing went wild, his back arched and his body jolted. He felt like he could explode at any second. The heat and the intense feeling of satisfaction and ecstasy... it made Denji moan and feel like he was on cloud nine. Denji didn't even care about the embarrassment of how loud his moans were, he was so lost within the ecstasy of pleasure. You clamped a hand over his mouth as he came undone beneath you. Denji's voice was muffled, but this made the experience even better. You moved your hand and muffled his sounds with your lips. The sensation of all this lust and pleasure, the feelings of satisfaction and ecstasy... were overwhelming, but the kiss... made it all worth it. Denji’s body jolted and trembled.

“Shit…” He slowly breathed out.

“Did you…?” You trailed off. He gulped and spoke quietly.

“I-- I told you… you get me too excited.” Something bloomed in your chest, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “It’s okay.” You whispered.

“Really? You’re not mad?”

“Of course not.” You laughed, running a hand through his hair. You two part for a bit so Denji can clean up, he comes back about fifteen minutes later as you were pulling the covers back to go to bed.

“Could I sleep with you?”

“What?” You blurt out, turning.

“I mean… sleep, actually sleep. I want… to.” Your cheeks blush but you nod your head, he slides in the bed first as you turn out the light. As you draw closer he reaches out for you and pulls your body against his, tugging the covers up over you. He presses a kiss to your shoulder and slightly tightens his arm around your waist. You knew right then it was over for you.

Just as much as he belonged to you, you knew you belonged to him as well.

#chainsaw man #denji #csm denji #chainsaw man denji #denji x reader #denji x you #fem reader #csm x reader

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𝐒𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇, 𝐁𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓!

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ʀɪꜱᴋʏ ꜱᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; ʏᴜᴜᴛᴀ ᴏᴋᴋᴏᴛꜱᴜ. ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀᴜ. ɢᴇᴛᴏ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ. ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ; 1.0k

Tags; EXHIBITIONISM. grinding. cumming in pants. cheating. blood kink(?). Breeding kink. Mention of marriage/kids(nanamis).

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ! // ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ!

YUUTA OKKOTSU.

The both of you decided to visit your parents over the weekend, a normal decision at first glance, but a foolish one at second. Did you seriously think you would be able to take your hands off each other for a whole weekend?

"Please baby. Let me put it in", the man quietly mumbled into your neck, hips grinding harshly into your ass, softly groaning at the friction.

"W-we can't. My parents- fuck, might hear", you warned him, holding onto the last bit of your sanity, close to your breaking point. Yuuta whined into your neck in response a little too loud, causing you to turn and slap a hand over his mouth.

"Shhh!," you lectured him, the grinding of his hips not stopping. Then, an idea came to your head.

"You want me, right baby?", you questioned him in a low voice, earning an eager hum from the male. "I know just the way to shut you up."

You slapped a pillow into your face in an attempt to muffle your moans, the feeling of his wet tongue dancing along your needy heat was making your head spin, eyes rolling into the back of your eye sockets.

The muffled moans that managed to reach his ears caused him to grind onto the bed, cock aching in need.

Your hands creeped to take ahold of his dark locs, pushing his head further into your heat as you came. Not long after Yuuta also reached his high, cum spurting right into his boxers, causing him to growl into your heat.

Your legs twitched at the vibration, a moan of yours echoing through the room.

The both of you quickly retreated back into your previous positions, attempting to sleep as you heared the creeking of the door.

As the door closed, Yuuta was quick to jump on top of you,

"One more try alright baby? I'll keep quiet this time."

GOJO SATURO.

"Shhh, doll. You don't want your husband to hear," you harshly bit your lip at that, pussy tightly clenching around him. "Or do you? What a dirty little wife you are. Fucking your brother in law while your husband 's waiting for us downstairs."

Your grip on the sink was tight, closing your eyes to contain yourself from moaning, lip drawing blood at your harsh bite. "But you know I like that-", he harshly grabbed your chin over your shoulder, embracing your lips in a needy kiss, letting out a groan at the taste of your blood on his tongue, "-right?"

"Mhmm, m' gonna' cum, Saturo", you whispered as quiet as you could, looking up into his eyes, knot threatening to snap in half.

But before you could reach your high, Gojo pulled out swiftly, adjusting himself in his pants again, leaving you there, ass up and looking back at him in confusion.

„He‘ll get suspicious if we stay here any longer“, Saturo said, door knob in hand,

„Let’s continue this later, yeah?“

And that’s exactly what you did, after the family meeting that took place at your home, you sneaked into your brother in laws car, continuing the sinful antics the both of you started in your bathroom.

"Fuckkk", he moaned as he bottomed out inside of you, for the second time tonight, but for sure not the last time.

GETO SUGURU.

"Do you want us to get caught, darling?", suguru asked, rather rhetorical question, but you still shook your head no regardless.

"Then", he began, testing out if you understood with a sharp thrust of his hips, „keep quiet.“ he whispered into your ear, softly biting your earlobe.

This is just crazy. Everything just started with you and him entering Victoria secret in order to find some nice things for you and him to enjoy.

But as soon as you came out the changing room to show off the beautiful lingerie he chose for you, he was quick to hush you back into the closet, sliding those panties off of you to quickly guide his aching length into your warm heat.

And here you were, trying your best to not utter a sound, your leg wrapped around his hip while you held onto his shoulders to keep your stability.

„I‘ll buy you that fuck-, that lingerie for sure. What a pretty thing you are.“ he said in a low tone, clasping his hand over your mouth in order to hush your moans.

But it was literally impossible, since he was basically asking to get caught, hitting every spot inside of you so well while his tip kissed your cervix all over again.

„Taking me so well baby. If you‘ll be a good little girl and cum for me, I‘ll buy you this whole damn store if you wish so.“

So, you did what he told you to do an came, teeth sinking into his hand in an attempt to lower your high pitched moans.

No woman would say no to a free shopping spree, right?

NANAMI KENTO.

"Shhhh darling. You don’t want the guest to find you like this, do you?“

It started off all innocent. The both of you attended to the wedding of your best friend and when she threw the bonquet, it was you who happend to catch it.

Loud cheers echoed around and some of the men teased nanami. „When will you two lovebirds even marry? And don’t you think it’s time for some kids?“

His heart jumped in his chest. Kids? He never really thought about that up till this point. But then the thought of mimi you‘s running around sounded quite tempting.

Which caused the man to drag you into an empty storage room near to where all the guest were celebrating, pleasuring you to the point where you were almost drooling.

„You wanna marry huh? We gotta add a baby to our family then don’t you think?“

His words made you clench around him, causing him to lowly groan.

He couldn’t wait, he had to have you right now and he honestly didn’t care if someone would badge in. You were his afterall, and that would only more prove the fact.

He would make sure you walk out of that storage room, filled to the brim.

„Not to loud, darling. You don’t want to be a wedding crasher now do you?“

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴶᴶᴷ #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuuta smut #gojo smut #geto smut #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #jjk smut #geto suguru #gojo saturo #okkotsu yuta #nanami smut #nanami kento

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lionheartedmusings · 5 months

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the thing about q!bad recreating the soulfire base basically block by block and planning to surprise the team with it is that it says a whole lot about him, where is was during purgatory, and where he is now.

q!bad spent months trying to burn bridges and push people away, he effectively placed himself in a distrusted position on the island, his children (the only reason that man breathes) vanished in the middle of the night, he was actively torturing himself and kidnapping people. he was a man on a mission, sure, but time and time again he reinforced to us the audience that he wasn't *happy* about what he had to do. his plan — whatever his plan is — is something he deems necessary enough to have been alright with ruining his own life. as he said to q!baghera: "i'm expendable".

suddenly there's hope in egg island, but egg island is actually a hellscape and he's trapped without his biggest support systems — q!bagi, q!baghera, q!foolish, and even to an extent q!forever were the people he had to take down, they couldn't be there for him anymore. and from his team? other than q!tina and q!aypierre, he wasn't close to anyone or was just... directly antagonistic towards them (mainly q!pac and q!tubbo).

and then the funniest thing happened — he found family in hell and in people he never truly expected to be comfortable around.

he grew to respect and care for q!tubbo, he grew much closer to q!tina, his relationship with q!aypierre was tested and strengthened, he found a connection with q!niki and by god, he protected q!pac — who'd once been terrified of him — with his life. even the people who didn't log on often, he grew to see as part of his pack in a way he (and i) didn't see coming.

when soulfire mains talk about them being the perfect example of found family, that's what we mean. slow, careful changes that grew into love and protection beyond belief — enough that when green gay ninjas were split, everyone was welcomed with a warm hug and a cup of tea, now part of the family undoubtedly and forever. just like that.

their family was hitting their stride when purgatory ended and q!bad tanked a nuke to his back to save his son, and now his bookshelves are all knocked over and his memory's slipping. he's dying, he knows he's dying, and he's holding on by a thread for dapper and pomme even if he's aware that he can't just "bear it" much longer. he's isolated again, hiding and lying about his condition, watching the world turn and knowing his clock is ticking... sometimes he knows nothing at all.

and in this moment of pain, and solemn realization of the end of this version of him?

he's spending his time rebuilding the last place that felt like home block by block, talking openly about how he feels nostalgic and misses their base, their god awful spawn, the memories they made. his time with his daughter has been spent down there.

i know we as a fandom have theorized that one of these days, his memory's gonna snap down there and he'll think he's back in purgatory and it'll be a mess. sure. but right now?

right now that rebuilt base means love, and friendship, and family, and safety. it's the last place things were okay, and he felt cared for in a way that frankly your children can't provide.

a group of ragtag mismatched people got put together in a poor man's hunger games and they saw this demon — bloodthirsty, destructive, full of cold calculated murderous intent and a need to win for his child and instead of being horrified, running away screaming from his fangs and his claws?

they loved him. they found the gentleness beneath the blood and guts. they called him their attack dog because he's so full of love and so protective, and would tear anyone to pieces to protect their family.

team soulfire saw q!bad in a way no one in the island had, and they loved him for it — even when he drove them up the walls and they had to hold the leash tight, they loved him.

and now he's remade their home.

#qsmp #q!badboyhalo #team soulfire #;-;#you don't understand i will NEVER be normal about team soulfire #especially when it comes to q!bad #they loved him and he loved them #they accepted him #they ARE FAMILY #long post tw

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Hi! Glad to see an ORV writer. They seem to be a very rare breed. Like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Anyhow, as you might have guessed. I have an ORV request for you. I got sort of inspired by that vampire. How about having our reader being a phoenix? Ya know the mythical immortal firebird? With the related powers? Like how would KDJ and YHJ react to their “s/o” being one? Like say they seemingly ‘died’ but then ina red flash of flames they are instantly revived, completely healed.

School is starting soon which means my updates are gonna be even scarcer lol

Kim Dokja, Yoo Joonghyuk (seperate) x reader

Summary: You sacrificed yourself for them, but just before they can grieve, you come back to life?

Using the Disaster of Floods chapters when Shin Yoosung obliterated KDJ in the novel.

also, Yoo joonghyuk never dated Lee seolhwa bc plot

Kim Dokja knew you were a phoenix, as it said from the story and your character profile said so. What he didn't realize was the fact that you also shared the same abilities as one (your character was mentioned only a few times in TWSA). So when you died, Kim Dokja was terrified.

Kim Dokja's eyes widened at your body standing in front of him. Nononono! He-He was supposed to take the shot! Why did you do that?! You knew he could revive again!-why?

He dashed to catch your fallen body. "No, no, no! [name]! Y-you can't die! Shit! Why did you do that!?" But your body had already fell limp. Kim Dokja cried for his favorite side character, his lover, his idol.

He held you close, yet tears were unable to fall due to the fourth wall. "I can't even cry or mourn you...What kind of lover am I?" He could only close his eyes and curse fate for doing this to him.

You opened your eyes to darkness, until a screen popped up.

[You have died.]

[Revitalization count down has finished.]

[The skill, Phoenix:Revive, is taking effect.]

Kim Dokja's eyes opened, then widening as your body started to burn. He could only step back, and watch as your body lit on fire. Your clothes started to burn, besides the ones which were fire resistant. 'I couldn't even give you a proper goodbye and their taking me away from you?...' Kim Dokja thought bitterly. He looked down at the ground, clenching his fists in anger.

You opened your eyes, your body feeling warm as a flame engulfed you. 'Ah...how nice it is to be a phoenix...' You sighed in relief.

The sound of your sigh snapped Kim Dokja's head up to you. "[N-name]? H-how?" Oh, how he wanted to cry so much right then and there. Too bad for the fourth wall.

You stood up as the flames lessoned and cooled down, dusting off some ash. "Huh?...But I thought you knew? I'm a phoenix remember?" You tilted your head in confusion. Wasn't he the one to realize you were a phoenix the moment you met? Surely it wasn't a bluff right?

"A-ah right...how could I be so foolish..." He mumbled, blushing a bit as his heart rate cooled down from the shock. He ran up to you, hugging you tightly and not letting go, ignoring the sweat and high temperature that surrounded you. "Y-you can't do that again!.."

You stood still, a menacing aura coming from you. "What the hell do you mean 'I can't do that again?' Once the cool down is finished, I won't let you die. Hypocrite. You were gonna take the shot for that wretched man, so why can't I?" You seethed in anger.

"Right right sorry..." Kim Dokja scratched his head bashfully. You were right... "I won't stop you okay? Don't be mad..." (He lied he was going to make sure you never had the chance to sacrifice yourself again no matter what).

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Just as Shin Yoosung fired the bright beam, your body instinctively moved. "Joonghyuk! Stop staring like a deer in headlights!-" You grabbed Yoo Joonghyuk by the collar, throwing him back behind you as you took the hit.

"Keugh!-" You fell on your knees, coughing up blood nonstop. "A-Ah..no...[name]?..." Yoo Joonghyuk took fast, trembling steps as he caught your falling body.

"Heuk...it hurts...Joonghyuk it hurt so much!..." You cried, your tears mixing with your blood as it dripped down to the side of your face. "P-please don't regress...These new companions, don't abandon them please. I'll be okay.." You begged, grasping onto Yoo Joonghyuk's clothes weakly, before dropping limp, dead.

"Haah, Haah..." Yoo Joonghyuk breathed deeply. Why did he have to see you die again? His only lover in each regression, who cherished him deeply and believed him when he told them he was a regressor, and stayed by his side no matter what. "Why?...Why did you die for me?" Tears dripped down onto your face. The single fear Yoo Joonghyuk had every regression...your death.

You opened your eyes to darkness. 'I wonder if he stayed?' You pondered. He, your lover, the man who saved you from your eternal cure of sleep as a phoenix.

[You have died.]

Ah right, you were a phoenix.

[Revitalization count down has finished.]

Thankfully, the countdown ended, so you could return to your lover.

[The skill, Phoenix:Revive, is taking effect.]

Yoo Joonghyuk felt a burning pain in his hands as you were set ablaze. "No!" Yoo Joonghyuk screamed, were the gods not even allowing him to bury you properly? Kim Dokja had to hold Yoo Joonghyuk back as he thrashed around, continuously hurting the man, trying to reach his lover.

"[NAME]!" He shouted, then eyes widening as he stepped back. "[name]?..." Your clothes were a bit burned besides the fire resistant ones.

"I wonder if he stayed?..." You mumbled, looking around. You really hoped he didn't regress.

"Y-you're alive...H-how?" Joonghyuk stood still.

"I'm a phoenix, remember? I can come back to life." You smiled, tears dripping down your face. "I'm so happy you didn't regress this time."

His eyes widened in horror and regret. Does that mean..Every time you died and he had regressed, you came back to life moments later? No...no...how-how much time had you spent alone? How could he leave you?

Guilt crept into him. He took a shaky step towards you. "E-every time...you came back?.." His eyes widened, hands shaking as he reached out to hug you.

You nodded solemnly. "I'm afraid so." A bitter chuckle came from you lips. He spoke, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you, I-" You cut him off and hugged him as he sobbed into your shoulder.

"Its alright, my dear. Just don't do it again alright? Wait for me. I don't want to be alone."

"Alright." He whispered.

#orv x reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint x reader #kim dokja #kim dokja x reader #kdj x reader #kdj #yjh #yoo joonghyuk x reader #yoo joonghyuk #yjh x reader #manhwa x reader

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frenchkisstheabyss · 8 months

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♡ peanut butter & tears ♡

♡ Pairing: idol!boyfriend!minho! x fem!reader

♡ Summary: A week after Minho goes public with your relationship, a ghost from your past posts a stream of tweets on social media revealing your darkest secrets to millions and, more importantly, your boyfriend.

♡ Genre: angst/fluff

♡ Word Count: 1.1k-ish

♡ Warnings: mention of sex, brief discussion of scars/stretchmarks/self harm/people being assholes on the internet (none of it's graphic but still important to warn you of, my loves)

♡ A/N: I love and appreciate @aprilskillstory not only for submitting this but for being super patient while I wrote it and for trusting me to write it at all. I named this after a DPR Ian song btw. If you haven't heard it, it's magical.

This is a nightmare...

Actually, it’s much worse than that. Nightmares you wake up from. This is real life. No alarm clock will ring to snap you out of it. This is happening. Sinking further down into the lukewarm water of your bubble bath, you look on helplessly as your phone lights up with notifications. Every few seconds the number in the top right corner of a half dozen apps doubles, triples in some cases.

Minho’s decision to go public with your relationship had initially gone much nicer than you anticipated. A week had passed with minimal backlash and what you did receive had begun to die down before the stream of tweets that have you preferring to prune than to crawl out of this tub and face him.

There's no telling who would have posted them. Tweet after tweet detailing things that you’ve wanted with everything in you to open up to Minho about. You’ve tried a million times and a million times your admissions have gotten caught in your throat, jagged and barbed, refusing to budge.

But someone dragged them out and your soul along with them, putting your secrets on display for a merciless crowd set on tearing you away from their beloved Minho.

“Trauma like that can’t make her a stable girlfriend.”

“Self harm scars? No wonder she’s always covered up in pics…”

“Our Lino deserves better.”

“She’s dated girls too? Do you think he knew?”

“If Minho knew he wouldn’t be with her.”

You scroll through reply after reply until your screen’s too wet for your touch to register. You’re startled by the sound of Minho shouting, his voice muffled through the thick walls of your apartment but his rage is unmistakable. Placing your phone on the chair by the bathtub, you hop out before courage abandons you.

“It’s gonna be okay” you repeat to yourself, wrapping a towel around you to form a lilac safety blanket, “Everything’s gonna be okay. Just breathe.” Footsteps descend down the hall and you breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. Slow breaths full of intent like the pink haired girl in the yoga pants on Youtube instructed you to do.

“You’re the only big brother I have. Just, please, don’t let them come here” Minho begs, standing in the doorway with his phone to his ear, “I’ll come after. I promise. Thank you.” He hangs up, turning to you, his gaze transforming you into stone like one of the foolish men who dared to lay eyes on Medusa. The rise and fall of your chest ceases almost to the point of lifelessness.

“Minho, I can explain…” He folds an arm across his chest, nervously tapping his phone against his temple, “That you hid things from me?” “I didn’t hide anything. At least, not on purpose. I didn't mean to do it.” “Then what did you mean to do? Hmm? You know what I do for work. What were you thinking?” “Fuck, I don’t know” you weep, sitting on the edge of the tub.

You tilt your head back, hoping to send the tears rolling back to where they came from but it’s no use. They only pool in your eyes, clouding your vision so that the only thing you see as Minho approaches is the distorted silhouette of his figure. “I wanted to tell you, I did, but I was afraid it’d be too much at once. That you’d hate me like other guys in the past have.”

You’re rambling, breathing heavily, blindly reaching for tissues. Minho leans your head forward, resting your left cheek on his stomach while he strokes the other side of your face, soothing your anxiousness. “Hate you? Hate…you?” he asks, more offended by your statement than you expect, “I need you to look at me.” Sniffling, you turn to look up at him and he’s…smiling?

“I love you. Nothing could ever make me hate you. I just wish you’d come to me so I could've protected you. If I had known…” “Wait, you’re not mad?” “At what?” “That I’ve, you know, dated women before.” Minho shrugs, “Jisung’s basically my last resort if we break up so, uh, no.” “But my scars and my stretch marks…” Kissing you on the forehead, he backs away and begins to take his shirt off.

“When you asked me to have sex with the lights out did I ever argue?” For the first time since you met, it sets in that he had, in fact, never questioned why you never wanted the lights on. Come to think of it, you usually didn’t need to ask for them to be off. They already were. Minho tosses his shirt to the ground, running his fingers along the scar that marks his abdomen, “I was afraid you wouldn’t like mine either.”

“Wouldn’t like it?” you scoff, unable to fathom how you’d ever find him anything short of beautiful, “It’s a part of you. I love anything that’s a part of you.” Minho sits down beside you, delighting in seeing you even partially uncovered for the first time, “The feeling’s mutual.” The sound of a vibrating phone grabs your attention. You glance over at the chair. It’s not yours.

Minho digs his phone out of his pocket, groaning as he scrolls through text messages. “Shit, I have to go do damage control” he huffs, jumping up to toss his shirt back on, “But when I come back we have to talk. I have questions about the scars if you’re comfortable? Just to make sure you’re okay.” “Uh, yeah, sure that’s okay. I’ll make us some food for when you get back and you can ask me whatever.”

His phone vibrates again, this time it’s a call. “What?” he whines, “I’m on my way. No, I really am. I’m in the car right now. Oh no, you’re breaking up. Oh…” Minho’s phone hits the bath water with a splash, sending bubbles cascading down the walls. “Oops,” he gasps, knowing very well it wasn’t an accident.

Minho gives you a dozen more kisses on your lips, on your forehead, on your cheeks, before he’s dashing around the apartment searching for his keys. “And stay off of social media unless you plan to make a list of everyone who says something bad so I can fight them! Love you!” he shouts on the way out the front door. “Love you too!” you shout back before it closes.

Left alone in the silence of the aftermath, you nibble at your bottom lip, nervous at having finally found someone this accepting but beyond happy that he exists. That he’s yours. A phone vibrates again. Your phone. Picking it up you see that it’s a call from someone you haven’t spoken to in a while. No doubt with questions about what’s been going on. You stare at it for a moment, contemplating answering but then...

“Oops” you gasp, letting your phone slip into a watery grave beside Minho’s, “Tragic.”

#lee know x you #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know angst #stray kids x female reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #lee know fluff

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stardustlixie · 3 months

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hyunjin soft thought

(because I'm sad about his mole fading)

so imagine, hyunjin's little mole under his eye being that feature no one likes about him, but his bestfriend absolutely falling in love with it:

you met him through a friend in college, but you and him developed a strong bond and soon he was your bestfriend. you and him shared moments or trouble, pain and bliss alike.

one odd thing about him: he seemed to always have a small amount of makeup on. you didn't care, you thought he wore it really well.

even if he didn't, you probably wouldn't care, this was hyunjin. the guy who laughed a little too loud for public places and made the best art and danced like a god and had a face sculpted by said gods, the guy who couldn't eat a sandwich without closing his eyes, had the most dramatic reactions to things and had to move half of his face to manage a wink.

this was hyunjin, and you were a little in love with him. maybe not so little.

he didn't like to admit it, but he had a soft spot in his mind just for you, he wouldn't admit how much of his art was about you, how he loved it when you watched him dance, how he would laugh a little too loud at your stupid jokes even if they were unfunny because his laugh made you laugh, how he felt blood rush to his face when he caught you staring at his face in awe, calling him 'the prettiest boy i've ever seen' or how he would worry about his little 'flaws', how you wouldn't find him as pretty if you saw them.

until one day you're at his dorm, he wants you to do his makeup for a party, he wants something other than the coverage he usually goes for, something more expressive, much like your own style.

you tell him to clean and wash off anything already on his face, and he does it without thinking, only realising he's bare faced when he's on his chair, face cupped in your hands as you contemplate what to do with the makeup beside you on his desk.

his face heats up, he can only think of how stupid the mole on his face must look right now. it's not that big of a deal, it's foolish, you're his best friend you're never gonna care about something so insignificant and yet he's contemplating all sorts of stupid things when your voice snaps him out.

"hmm, what style are we going for hyunnie? pretty or sexy?" you ask while turning his face around in your hands, more to mess with him than to survey his features -you already know them well enough.

"i was thinking something like you did when you wore that black outfit for the formal? like the darker eyes with the silver shimmer and-" he is in the middle of his explanation when you see it, the ghost of....?

"hyunnie do you have a mole under your eye?"

"uh.. yes?" he answers hesitant, only for you to fall silent, observing the little beauty mark that has almost faded from what was probably many years of bleaching products and a very consistent makeup and sunscreen regime.

"and you..... never thought of letting it be visible to me? after all we've been through hyunnie?" you started with a grave tone only to end with a laugh.

"so you don't hate it?" he looks at you like a confused ferret.

"no dumbass, i love it! it's so pretty! just like you! oh my cheesecake, the prettiest boy i know........ just became prettier. how?" you poke the little mark on his under eye, fascinated by it like a child by glitter.

"come on, don't joke around" he pouts, face still in your hands, and you physically zoom into him to take a closer look.

"no, prince, you're so pretty i could almost cry." you say, this time with the most sincerity you can manage.

"really?" he looks up at you with so much vulnerability that you almost give in to the strong urge to kiss his pout away.

"i don't really like it. my mom hates it, my ex hated it, people have never liked it. i tried getting rid of it but it never completely vanished. so i covered it instead."

"you tried getting rid of something so beautiful because people don't like it?" you ask him, and he releases a tense breath.

"it's stupid, i know. but-"

"what if I love it?"

"what?"

"will you show it if I said I love it?" you ask him, and he looks at you like you've just broken a little spell that was on him.

"i, think i will"

"that's my hyunnie! it will look so good with the type of makeup you want! can I emphasize it? pretty please?"

he can never bring himself to say no when you look like you might cry if he does.

some dabs of eyeshadow later and after the painstaking process of telling him to keep his eyelids still for a little wing, you tell him to open his eyes.

he's a pretty boy, no doubt, but after you bolden his mole with some eyeliner, he looks the most beautiful you've ever seen him look.

"i love you." is what you say when you're dabbing a dark red onto his lips, catching him off guard.

"what?"

"I love you." this time you say it firmly, without hesitation.

"i don't really mind if you don't reciprocate it, but i love you so much, hyunjin, i-" you feel his soft lips on your own before you can continue, the kiss being a non-verbal confession of his own adoration of you.

"you ruined my lipstick..." is what he says with a sad face when you part, before you begin to reapply it and clean the smudged edges.

"i can't believe you-" you laugh, "no omg i love you too' type of thing?"

"shh, do my makeup" he playfully glares at you. you spend the next minute fixing his lipstick while none of you can contain your grins.

accidental confession? more like fated reveal.

you walked into your pretty bestfriend's dorm and you walked out of your very pretty boyfriend's, with your hands interlinked. your boyfriend with a pretty mole.

#what am I doing with my life #why did I do this #what am i doing #skz #stray kids #kpop #skz fluff #hyunjin #fave #skz hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenarios

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demonlovingsheep · 4 months

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Which brother has the highest kill count in Obey Me? How and why they kill? This is what I think:

Lucifer. He is very strict, prideful, and very powerful. He caused the most casualties in the Celestial War no doubt. In the beginning of his demon years, lower demons would purposely get in his way to challenge him. The first one who tried did not live to tell the tale. The second one follows the fate of the first one. One by one, thousands by thousands would continue to increase Lucifer’s body count to the millions until lower demons finally got the message that he is not to be messed with. As for human casualties, I doubt there is a lot since he doesn’t like the taste of human flesh. If he was summoned by a cult or something, he is going to have fun manipulating those foolish souls. After all, he is a sadist.

Beelzebub. He is Lucifer’s body guard in the Celestial Realm, a Cherub that is one of the highest in terms of rank. Due to his strength, he can easily crush his opponents. When he became a demon, all his victims became his meal during his hunger rampage. His sin took full control of his body in the beginning and most of the time he wouldn’t know what’s happening until one of his brothers stops him or he has no other food source available. He probably does the same up in the human world when summoned by a cult if they don’t offer him a big enough meal as offering, then they become the meal themselves. When MC meets him in the original timeline, he still tries to eat us and we’re not allowed to sleep or be near him without another brother’s supervision. Even the brothers were afraid one of their toes was gonna be bitten off.

Leviathan. “Keep sending your soldiers. The ocean has plenty of space before it run out of gravesites for your people.” He controls the ocean, just sends out a tsunami or two and wipes every being away and let the corpse fall to the bottom to be eaten. Even if the victim has the ability to breathe underwater, he would summon Lotan to obliterate them. He never has to get handsy to increase his kill count. He does snack on a couple of humans that've been swept into the ocean by currents.

Satan: He unleashed hell when he was born, being the embodiment of wrath itself. He was separated from Lucifer and his other brothers when they fell. Since there is no one strong enough to hold him back, he wreaked havoc on anything and everything. He set the area around him into a green fire graveyard until he was eventually found and gets chained and shoved in a locker. He gets ticked off when summoned, and if it was for a stupid reason. If they mistaken him for Lucifer, which is pretty often, no one would live to tell the tale. It took decades for them to learn that he is not that damn arrogant bastard.

Asmodeus: Personally, I was conflicted between him and Mammon, but Asmodeus can snap more easily than Mammon. Even though he is the avatar of lust, he still has standards and boundaries. Most lower demons think he is easy to manipulate. Just compliment him, take him to a motel or bar, and get him when he’s vulnerable. The thing is that Asmo knows, and he has his own wicked plan in mind. Depending on his mood, he can either toy with the other demons for such a long time that the other demon will actually develop some feelings for him, all for it to crumble in the end. Like a heartbreak, but with their hearts literally removed and in Asmodeus’s hands. Asmo will still laugh and feign innocence like he hadn’t just gone sicko lover mode. Or he just snaps and completely loses it, charming the other person to bash their own skull against a wall until they are dead. He still refuses to get his clothes or nails stained.

Mammon: He wasn’t initially greedy, but he slowly grew to be the Avatar of Greed as he is. Mammon perhaps fakes his personality, just like how Satan would cover up his wrath with a smile. After all, how would one approach to make a business if he gives off a threatening aura. Maybe centuries as a shady business demon made him lose his sense of dignity along the way, but keep in mind he still knows his title as an Avatar. He flaunts it too, it’s just that it’s very hard to push him to the point of violence. So most demons don’t take him seriously. Money makes the world go round, but it’s the quickest way for someone to seek vengeance when someone doesn’t pay back what they own. Mammon generally plays by the rules even though he himself gambles in illegal places, but he still has business standards. If someone tries to cheat him out of his winnings, they will earn themselves a one way ticket to Mammon’s blacklist, which most of the time has four or five people in the waiting list so one shouldn’t count on time to delay Mammon’s wrath. He will make them pay. No amount of begging or bribery will work, by then the only way of paying back the “debt” is with one’s soul, which is worth even more than anyone can ever imagine. Hell, perhaps he deals with selling organs on the black market too after he finishes seeking vengeance. Organs are worth a good amount of money, either for hungry cannibalistic demons looking for a demon kidney as dinner or for mad scientist demons to run experiments on. Either way, business.

Belphegor: He is too lazy to kill, that’s all I can say. If you think it’s hard to get on Mammon’s blacklist, it’s even harder to get on Belphegor’s blacklist because he just doesn’t care…unless someone messes with his dear twin, Beelzebub. There will be no more peaceful rest for that person for the rest of their short life because Belphegor will make sure that they die in agony. He will curse the person so that whenever they are about to fall asleep, they will be jolted alive by some weird electric feeling. It’s like the feeling when you trip in your sleep (Hypnic Jerk), except it’s not an angel accidentally dropping your soul when bringing you to heaven, but a demon draining your sanity to live. It’s no brainer that sleep is very important as it keeps one’s mind and body functioning. For the victims of Belphegor however, they will never sleep again. They can try but are always jolted awake whenever they are on the edge to dreamland. Until many days has gone by where the person is basically a walking zombie at this point, they pray and try to fall asleep once again expecting for the same jolt feeling, except it didn’t happen. The victims can finally sleep, but this sleep feels more…permanent.

Author’s note: I started writing this draft like a year ago, and took it out today. I forgot what im exactly writing. It’s so shifty of what it’s meant to be. Think it was kill count and why, but it gradually moved onto killing methods of each. Don’t take it too seriously 👉👈. Hope y’all enjoy.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me headcannons #obey me nightbringer #obey me spoilers #warning for demon behaviors and stuff???

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qawcamiz · 1 year

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Favor — Scaramouche

NSFW ; you asked your friend to drive for you but since he won't agree, you gave him 'motivations' that you thought was enough to persuade him.

warnings ; fem reader, strong language/cursing, vulgar language, and sexual content (teasing, suggestive content, degrading, etc.)

"scara come on! you literally have nothing to do this weekend, you said so yourself!" y/n cried out as Scaramouche groaned slightly,

"exactly, but that doesn't indicate that I'll drive two fuckin' hours for your 'blind date', seriously? that's like the lamest way to ask someone out ever" he retorted back.

"ugh— please! this is my opportunity to finally go out and meet someone! perhaps even be able to commence a relationship with them and I'm not going to throw it away because of how you feel about driving an hour away from where we live, and unlike you i wanna have a life! just put up with me!" she begged, her bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout, her puppy dog eyes making his eyes twitch slightly.

scaramouche let out an irritated huff of air, "Shut the fuck up! Why don't you just grab another ride, you bitch?"

she shook her head quickly, "Because I don't wanna pay Uber, plus if I did then they'd never get me there on time and that would stink ass and I can't deal with that." she peeked up at him, trying to keep her expression open and pleading but failed miserably and had resorted back to looking downcast. "Bullshit! get lost!"

pressing your lips together, you begin again, "I'll offer you something in return...!" you suggested as he looked at you quizzically, raising his eyebrows in question.

"I don't really want anything at the moment," he replied, not wanting to give in and approve of this whole thing only because his roommate had asked him to.

groaning, you dump your head back, scrubbing a hand down your face, a foolish concept forming in the back of your mind and when you look at him again, you're no longer grinning.

the idea you thought of is a bit risky, but who tends to care now? you were gonna attempt to do something anyway, this was an excellent chance! he'll settle if you make reasonable enough persuading points.

you sat up from the floor as he kept an eye on you seating on his mattress, "how about this... I'll let you feel my... boobs? you can even suck or squeeze on 'em..." you said bashfully, your heart hammering against your chest and blood running through your veins, oh god, please don't let this work.

you didn't hear any comeback from him so you went on, "that wasn't enough to convince you, yet? how about my pussy...?" you suggested as his gaze snapped over to yours once again,

Got it.

"It's no big of a deal, scara~ we can even do it now." you offered hopefully as you began spreading your legs,

his gaze fell between your thighs, his jaws is slightly agape.

"y/n..." he trailed off, his voice low and gruff. you sat there awkwardly, unsure if he'd say yes. you took that hesitation to press your hands against your clothed breasts and slowly slid down your body until it caught up with your core.

slowly you brought your fingers to cup your clit as you caressed your thumb across its hard nub and began gently massaging it, "Scara... make up your mind already." you prompted with a grin.

a tremble went down his spine, his mouth falling open and he felt his cock twitch beneath his pants, he hadn't realized that he'd been so preoccupied with your body and now that it was there, it seemed unbelievable to quit staring at how divine it was.

"You're just a slut, aren't you?" he uttered making you freeze for a moment, "do you do this every single time? opening your legs whenever you ask for a favor? dumb bitch, what kind of pathetic whore are you?" He spat,

"huh?! n-no! it's not like th—" before you could finalize what you were saying, it was interrupted by the sound of Scaramouche letting out a skeptical laugh,

He went towards you, stopping when he was right in front of you, and grabbed both of your legs further to remove your clothes with a grimace.

he positioned his hands on your knees and leaned in close as he ran his tongue over your exposed pussy, licking and sucking at your entrance, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

when you felt his tongue slide in between your folds you threw your head back, gasping and bucking your hips slightly against him.

"no? then you just want to be my filthy whore." he spoke, placing both of his hands over one of your thighs and squeezing it roughly which caused you to flinch slightly.

"S-Scara, i— ah..." you stuttered, unable to communicate appropriately and unable to move. his tongue made sharp work of your pussy which left you panting and clenching down onto his tongue desperately as he moved it back and forth.

"letting me lick your pussy like this won't be enough to convince me, I think you would have to let me fuck your hot tight little cunt until you cum as well."

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