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hauntedmoundreap3r · 4 months ago

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𓎟𓎟 reader x gr13f3r　scars　 ◞ ◟

ꔛ word count: 657⠀╱⠀established relationship 。

(¬_¬")⠀⠀⠀note ⠀╱⠀tw sh scars! request next btw,, pff totally didnt wrote this bc..i do have.scars.totally haha.,,.sh scars worshiping i love you. yes i i would like to have this asshole do this to me ok. LET ME BE. I AM NOT WELL MENTALLY

It was strange—really strange. Griefer, the guy who used to act like he hated your guts and would threaten to “BEAT TH3 CR4P 0UTT4 Y0U” any chance he got, was now sitting between your legs. Not to fight, not to argue, but to softly kiss the scars you’d spent so much time hiding. It was surreal. Somewhere along the line, after countless conversations and small moments, the Griefer who was brash and hostile had softened. He got clingy, though he tried to cover it up with insults whenever he got flustered. Eventually, that stupid, overly defensive act cracked completely, and you started dating. Turns out, he was just a dumb guy trying too hard to look cool.

Tonight, you two had been playing games together. The air was light and teasing until Griefer lost against you—a rare occurrence. He huffed dramatically, crossing his arms as he grumbled something about how he was obviously better than you. Smirking, you couldn’t resist teasing him a little. Watching his face heat up as he stumbled over his words was too satisfying. Somehow, the teasing led to more—Griefer nervously leaning in, the gap between you two disappearing until your lips met.

As the kiss deepened, Griefer’s hands began to roam. Gently, he widened your legs to settle himself between them. His palms cupped your cheeks before trailing down your arms, his touch soft and deliberate. He broke the kiss only to shift, pressing tender kisses to your neck. You couldn’t help the way your body responded—how you squirmed, your breathing hitching as his lips brushed sensitive spots.

His hands slid lower, finally brushing your wrists. That’s when he stopped. The playful energy shifted, replaced by something quieter, more vulnerable. He gently took your wrists in his hands, his thumb brushing over the scars you always tried to hide. His eyes lifted to yours, searching.

“C4N 1?”

The question hung in the air, soft but serious. You hesitated for only a moment before nodding. Slowly, he lifted your wrists closer to his lips, placing feather-light kisses on the marks you hated. Each kiss was deliberate, like he was trying to erase every ounce of shame you felt about them. Your face heated, a blush creeping up to your ears as you watched him. It was overwhelming—in the best way.

Griefer didn’t stop there. Shifting lower, he gently laid you back against the couch and began kissing the scars on your thighs. Every mark, every imperfection you’d ever worried about, he worshipped them like they were sacred. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you looked away, your hand instinctively moving to rest in his hair. His kisses were tender, but his actions carried a weight that made you feel loved, cherished.

“Y0U’R3 B34UT1FUL.”

The words left his lips in a whisper, soft and sincere. He moved back up to nuzzle against your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin as he sighed.

“Y0U KN0W 1 L0V3 Y0U, R1GHT?”

You nodded, unable to form words as his lips brushed your cheek. He wasn’t usually like this—gentle and quiet—but you loved it when he was. It felt like you were seeing a side of him no one else ever got to witness. The raw vulnerability, the way he held you like you were the most important thing in the world, it made your chest ache in the best way.

When the two of you finally moved to the bed, Griefer pulled you close, his arms securely wrapped around your waist. You could feel his steady breaths as you rested your head on his chest, the rhythmic rise and fall lulling you into a sense of peace. His hold on you didn’t loosen, not even as sleep began to claim him.

Safe in his embrace, you let yourself drift off too, feeling loved in a way you never had before.

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