#like for once the hand doesn't look totally fucked up and you're barely gonna see it??? lol

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Daryl Dixon w/ immune reader— 'we're all infected, why does it matter if you're the cure?'

Yandere Daryl saw your scraggly ass aimlessly wandering through the abandoned pharmacy he needed to raid. Walkers, five of em', and you fought them off bare fisted. Pretty badass, and fucking stupid, if Daryl has anything to say about it. You're bleeding from your neck more than any living person should.

A bite. You're bit.

No wonder you could care less if one of the rotting corpses bites on ya.

He wants to put you down like he should. He lines up his crossbow with your head, and like a deer caught in headlights, you flee.

Goddammit all.

Shouldn't matter anyway. You'll become another walker. At the most you got some gauze.

It had to be months again before he saw you on another run. There you are—banged up and just a lil more than skin n' bones, but there you are alive none the less.

Yandere Daryl admits to himself that it's the first time he's been intrigued by someone in a long while. Maybe that's why he's insisted on going on runs by himself these past few months. Maybe just maybe deep down he wanted to see you again.

It isn't hard to simply surprise you from behind and disarm you. He knocks you out and lowers you to the sidewalk. He doesn't see any walkers near, so he can check your wound out easy.

You still have gauze over it, but it has long since needed a change. It's drenched in fresh blood and covered in old. He unwraps it to see the damn bite. He can't tell if it looks better or worse now.

"Poor sap, what am I gonna do with you? Whats good a cure if there's no docs, only greedy men in this world." He tsks.

Yandere Daryl picks you up and carries you back to the group. He wraps a slightly torn shawl around your neck. It's one he found near the store you collapsed at. There's a reason you have been out here all these months.

You could'a just given up and died.

You could'a found a group.

Instead you found him again.

"Must've been fate, huh?" He chuckles humorlessly.

The way you looked at him. You're runnin' from somethin'. He just has to figure out what.

Yandere Daryl decides you're his to take care of. When he carries you into Alexandria, he doesn't let anyone else get their hands on you. He doesn't answer anyone's questions while he walks in and towards his house. He locks himself in and tells anyone that comes by to piss off.

Screw the rules and whatever the fuck.

You're a mystery that he has to solve.

So he grabs a change of clothes and some food for you. He plops them down on the table and sits in the opposite chair.

He doesn't mind waitin' for a while. It gives him plenty o' time to think. Somethin' in him is just stirrin'. He just can't decide what.

Yandere Daryl calms you down after you wake up. You can barely form words on those pretty lips and tongue of yours. Naturally, you question him and his motives. You're defensive and don't elaborate at first.

It takes just a handful of threats about exposing you and spreading around the fact there is an immune person to unravel your need for secrecy.

Somewhat.

You only tell him that you're being hunted by a group you were once with.

"Mind elaborating, hun?" Daryl draws out while looking over your figure for what feels like the thousandth time.

"I'll tell you—but I swear to God if you use this against me I'll stab you through the head a dozen times over."

"Fair nuff."

"They would—If you get bit and are injected with... well, enough of my blood then it acts as a cure..."

They fuckin' what?

Yandere Daryl vouches for you, and you end up in Alexandria. You get no ifs, ands, or buts about it. They assign you to his house. Daryl definitely convinced Rick that since you're a newcomer and you trust him more, he could keep a watchful eye on you. It totally isn't because there's this strange all possessing feeling that keeps latching onto his heart when you're around.

He keeps your secret safe n' sound. He manages to steal enough makeup from rundown stores to keep your healing bite covered up. He makes sure you are eating and getting healthier. He checks up on you before and after he gets done with a run. Hell, he reminds you of shit he forgets about all the time.

This does extend to him killing people to keep you safe. They looked at you wrong. Maybe one of the residents feels suspicious about you. They may even have confronted Daryl and questioned him. Oh, well. Just another one pushed to the biters.

Daryl has never had a strict moral compass. So he doesn't feel bad about murdering people who he is supposed to consider his neighbors.

Of course, those who came with him to Alexandria get the privilege of questionin' you just a bit. He's quick to shut that shit down, though.

Carol is the only one who is close enough to knowing that you are immune. She knows that Daryl has something more than platonic towards you. She also knows that you were injured with something that looked suspiciously like a walker bite mark when Daryl first lugged you in. (She snuck in and looked through your scarf while Daryl wasn't aware.)

She just isn't looking for trouble. She doesn't want to believe it, as it doesn't seem plausible. There have been too many false hopes from the CDC to Eugene.

So she let's Daryl foster his feelings towards you while watching out for you both. If Daryl ever oversteps a boundary with you, Carol will be there to knock him up side the head, call him a stupid redneck, and threaten him in the most motherly way possible. 

Yandere Daryl never saw you have so much terror in the eyes as the day he mentioned The Saviors. It clicked in his mind immediately. He has only felt that rage one other time in his life: when he learned Meryl had been handcuffed to the roof and left for dead.

He didn't think, but he acted. He held you and refused to let go. It's just so fuckin' unfair. He loses everyone that has a semblance of importance to him. Not you. Not this time.

His only thought was that he was going to burn every one of those fuckers to the ground—innocent or not.

[thebramblewood]

Immortal emo man child experiences a rare moment of euphoria.

[konigsblog]

stepfather-simon riley and his perverted desires towards his stepdaughter.

tw: possessiveness, over protectiveness, stepcest, non-con/dub-con. MDNI 18+

photo credit: @ave661

it's disturbing and frowned upon for simon riley to be this perverted over you. he knows if the truth was let out, people would look at him with disgust, knowing how he feels about his stepdaughter.

your boyfriend is a complete jerk, a total dickhead who doesn't value your opinions or care about your emotions whatsoever. he's cheated on you numerous times, with messages and notifications from other girls causing his screen to light up, your stepfather catching a glimpse.

he wants to tell you so badly, but he knows it'll break your heart. the man's a total jerk, and you deserve better, someone like simon. he listens to the sound of the bedframe creaking in your bedroom as he fucks you brutally, which only infuriates simon even more, who would be so gentle and soft with you if he had the chance.

you're blindfolded by your boyfriend. he finds him sneaking out of the room to grab his phone that he had left downstairs in the living room, to be met with a very frustrated simon, who threatens him to get the fuck out of his house, and to never contact his stepdaughter again. the sight of you blindfolded is a sight for sore eyes, that causes his stomach to churn with excitement, anticipation, and horniness all at once as he begins to undo his belt.

he's slow with his thrusts, the thickness of his meaty cock stretching your pretty hole out. your sweet stickiness coats his lengthy, veiny cock in a shiny glimmer of your arousal, smeared along your bare thighs. the prominent veins along simon's shaft rub against your gummy walls, and the sounds of your pleasure and ecsasty cause blood to rush to his leaking dick, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder.

he doesn't waste a moment in the warmth of your pretty, warm cunny. your thighs tremble and shake with neediness, the slightest and smallest touch to your clit causing moans to flow from your lips, a sound simon could listen to all day. he adores the way you sing to him, whimpering through desperate pleas for more, the firmness of his heavy balls smacking against your tight rear bound to ache later.

although, simon couldn't wait any longer. he had to see the look in your eyes when you realised that you were getting fucked by your stepfather, and not your boyfriend. his hand came around to the back of your head, taking off the blindfold, your eyes widening with shock and horror, bottom lip quivering as you freeze in your place.

“fuck, baby--.. look at you, already takin’ me so well, sounds like you’re enjoyin’ it, yeah?” his breathless pants and hoarse groans became louder as he fucked deeper into your spongy, slick pussy, folds coated in your release as you squirmed and wriggled, starting to sob out of humilation and terror.

although, simon couldn't help himself. he knew he should feel disgusting and horrible for doing this to his beloved stepdaughter, but this was everything he'd ever dreamt of, and he wasn't gonna waste a moment of this opportunity... :(

[k2ntoss]

im quite literally in class rn but the jason brain rot is going so strong, so all i can think of is trying to convince Jay to stay home from patrol for just one(1) night because he's working too hard

like you barely see him anymore cuz he's either out running around as Red Hood or passed the fuck out in bed throughout the day, and just having enough of it and just like, getting down and giving him the absolute best head of his life to convince him to stay in (and he does, but only because he's literally physically unable to afterwards, like legs shaky and eyes glazed over, maybe just a little bit subby too?) ughhh god i need him so baddd 😭

- your friendly neighbourhood 🦊

after too many days i'm back, i've been too low on inspiration and i hate that but i read again this today while i was at work and i GIGGLED TOO HARD, 🦊 noonie i'm gonna find you (and kiss your brain) soooo as an apology for being off a few days, here we have a slightly long smutty thing with my sweet pretty boy jay <3

it's been probably over a month since jason only came back home to pass out on the bed, he barely woke up to eat something and do one or another stuff, even bruce was a bit worried about his health but he didn't pushed on it further.

once again night falls and jay is getting all geared up on your room, tactical pants, boots and that black compression shirt that always made your mouth water on when you came in, a small pout on your lips at the sight of your too tired boyfriend "jay... you look like you could use a night off" your voice is soft and so tempting for jason, because the idea of cuddling next to you and rest seemed to be what he needed more than anything.

"princess, you know i can't do that" jason sighs, there's a glimpse of want on his eyes and it's everything your brain needs to come up with a method to convince him and you are 90% sure it will work so it takes you less than a second to walk to him, letting yourself fall to the floor right between his legs.

the sight from that point is even more encouraging because jason looks so much intimidating like that, even when he frowns totally confused at your actions "but you work way too much, jay" and he knows what you're up too so his look changes from questioning to warning and oh, if it doesn't turn you on more because you know that you have the power to turn him into a puddle "you can stay home tonight, i can call dick to tell him you're sick and that you need to rest" your head lays on his thigh as one of your hand traces softly his stomach, fingers trailing over his abs while your eyes look into his.

"sweetheart, i can't do that–" jason starts, he sounds like he's having the hardest time of his life trying to tell you 'no' and it is as your fingers start to undo the buttons of his pants and his belt, caressing him over his boxers and feeling him reacting to your touch. there's a soft growl that escapes his lips, making you sit properly on your knees and looking up at your boyfriend for him to give into your (and his) needs just for him to move so you can pull his pants down enough to see his cock grow harder under your subtle strokes.

"you need to rest, at least one night" there's that pout on your lips again and that innocent tone that he doesn't buy because how could he when you start to slide your hand under his boxers and smile when his hard shaft is completely at your mercy, hand going up and down before you lean in to press a playful kiss on his tip, it sends a jolt through his spine and he can't help the low moan that slips past his lips when your tongue traces his length before taking the head between your lips.

it's always easy for jason to get lost on how good you make him feel, even when it comes to the times he needs to do something important so here he is, one of his hands on the back of your head while you suck slowly on him not taking in too much, your hand traces the veins on the bottom of his cock before stroking it "god damn, baby... you look so good on your knees for me" his voice is hoarse and he tries to pull you down on him just to be met with a playful look from you.

"c'mon, let me do this by myself" you speak, your lips shiny as you smile at jason, his dick pressed against your cheek and he nods "that's a good boy" and the way he swallows hard makes you chuckle before your mouth wraps around his shaft. jason keeps his hands next to his legs, the way you called him a good boy made him feel like he could cum just with your touch but it would have been pretty pathetic so he holds back. his eyes are fixed on the way your head bobs, the lewd noises your mouth makes everytime his head touches your throat and he has to resist the urge to fuck your face.

there's a pop that comes out of your lips when you let go of his cock, hand still fisted around him while you pull down the front of your sleeveless top, tits spilling out for him to look. the moan that escapes his lips is unholy when you put his dick between your breasts, tongue playing with his slit while you stroke him like that and he feels in heaven "you look so good like that, baby..." your words are sweet, he loves the way it feels because he could melt right there and it's what he needs to forget about anything else. he whimpers at the second you smirk, pulling away to grab hold of him and spitting on his shaft before taking it into your mouth again, this time sucking and licking on it with more urge.

you can feel him throb on your tongue, making you pull away again "such a pretty boy, aren't you? need to cum, baby? go ahead, good boys deserve to be rewarded" you coo him right before your mouth is wrapping him again and he can't help it this time, thrusting into your throat in a needy move before you can feel him shooting his load in a whiny moan, he looks so pretty like that and it makes you want to keep making him squirm.

it takes you nothing to stand up and go sit on his lap, his body trembles under your touch and the load you've been holding on your mouth falls over your tits when you open your mouth and stick your tongue out before you pull his head towards your breasts "feel better now, baby?" you ask with a small smirk when jason hums in response, his mouth too busy on one of your nipples as he sucks while looking at you from under his eyelashes, pretty green eyes glazed as he whines softly "wanna stay home for tonight?"

"yes, mommy..." he can barely speak without sounding too slurred from how tired he felt from all the extra work and the head you just gave him.

"fine, i'll call dick to tell him you're sick"

[moodywyrm]

Not annoying at all, as a matter of fact I'd love to know those thoughts if you don't mind sharing 👀

omg hi!! im so normal abt this totally didn't freak out when this came in <3 also this got,,,,, a lil out of hand I fully intended on just doing hcs but I can never follow the plan to save my life so <3

abby and a gf with nipple piercings ,,,,, where do I start,,

if you've had them since Before you two got together, they're such a fun little surprise that she discovers and promptly goes insane over. because the first time she sees them isn't during sex, it's during a sleepover.

you're staying over at Abby's for the first time and, because you're gonna sleep there, you're not wearing a bra. the fabric of your sleep shirt is thin, so the second you walk out of the bathroom after having changed into your pajamas, Abby zones in on the lil bumps under your shirt. because she knows what nipples look like and those have something Special to 'em. but she doesn't want to bring it up to you because what if you think she's a creep for staring? (spoiler: you don't! this is abby fucking Anderson! she could anything and you're like whatever you say momma)

but she cannot stop fucking staring! especially if you have fun jewelry, like the hearts. you're sitting back against her chest, trying to just Watch The Movie, but you can feel Abby's eyes boring into you. The neckline of your shirt is low, stretched out from years of use, and she can just barely see the tops of your tits, and Jesus fuck she's gonna start drooling if she keeps imagining how pretty your tits must look with pierced nipples. Her hands are resting on your tummy, but she wants so so badly to drag them up just enough to brush against your nipples.

She's so not slick about it either, twitchy hands creeping up your tummy until you huff and grab them. "You okay there, Abs?"

"I- Uh, um, yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"Because you're all nervous and shit, is it 'cause I'm staying over?"

You hear her swallow, and shift you around until you're straddling her lap, staring at her with concern. "No, no it's not that, promise."

"Then what it is?" You ask, rubbing at her shoulders to try and soothe her. As you do, you see her eyes flit down to your chest and it clicks. "Oh, I see."

There's a lilt in your voice that makes Abby sweat, suddenly very needy for the weight of you in her lap. "Uh, um, I don't know what you're talking about."

You lean forward, pressing your arms in a bit closer, arching your back to push your chest forward. "I think you do."

Abby gulps, and you take the opportunity to pull one of her hands from your waist and slide it up under your shirt until her finger tips are brushing at the hard metal jewelry.

"Shit," Abby gulps, her entire body on edge. She looks up at you with these big, needy eyes, borderline whimpering, "Can I?"

"Go ahead, baby"

And she's off, rolling the buds between her finger tips with one hands and helping you pull your shirt off with the other. Once it's off, Abby whines, taking in the sight of your pierced nipples, harsh metal against soft skin.

She leans forward, pulling one nipple into her mouth and toying with the piercing, giddy with the way you moan for her.

"Sh-shit, that's it baby," You whimper, holding the back of her head to your chest and panting.

Abby's moans are muffled, her praises only heard in the split seconds were she detaches to suck at your other nipple.

"So – mmh– so fucking pretty"

"Mmm, can't get enough of these – mmh– pretty fucking tits–mmh – fuck"

She's pawing at you, trying to grind your hips down into her as she's sucking at your nipples, trying and failing to keep her composure. Your tits are covered in spit and bite marks, nipples swollen and needy when Abby pulls away and presses a rough kiss to your lips, making you throb.

"Go get on the bed baby, gotta grab something."

n e wayz she's so. abby please. literally want nip piercings so bad abby pls one chance just one <3

also: abby with her gf's nipple piercings

[just-my-type-x]

jealous and toxic colby please

Bitch, U Better Be Joking

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Relationships are hard, especially when you try your best to be good enough for your partner and in return you get yelled at for being too clingy or an attention seeker. I roll my eyes once more when i get out of Colby's backseat, while he chats with Amber, the conversation not looking like will ever come to an end. He barely said something to me since we left the house like total strangers. I don't doubt the fact that he loves me, but he has an annoying way of keeping me out of the public relationship life. We've been through this conversation, multiple times, even our closest friends who know about us have talked to Colby about us finally posting something about what's going on between the two of us. Some fans already suspect us to be more than just friends, it's not like we would shock the world. But no, he says he protects me by tossing me away and arriving at parties talking to another girl. Something thay bothers me even more is that Amber has no idea about us, because when asked, Colby said we're just friends. So this is how i will act with him tonight.

We enter Amber's friends house, who throws this party to celebrate this big brand deal he's signed. We greet the people close to the entrance and immediately spot Jack and we're quick to go hug him. Happy that I'm not here just with Amber and Colby, i see Sam, Kat and Nate entering the house. A sigh of relief escapes my lips.

"Why are you so tensed, babe?", Jack asks me and i realise he has an arm around my waist, waiting for me to hug him.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just a bad headache, I'm not in my best shape", i give him a quick smile and hug him, looking over at Colby, who's already looking at me, frowned, taking a sip of his drink. I back away from Jack and feel my cheeks heat up and walk over to Colby, who puts a hand on my back.

"I hate him", he whispers in my ear.

"Because he hugged me?", i chuckle and put my hand on my back too, just to caress his. He moves his hand slowly away from mine, until he takes it off my back. I swallow my pain look at Colby, who isn't even facing me.

"Don't do that at parties, y/n. There are so many cameras everywhere", he waves at a random girl that walks by and fake smiles at her to keep the appearance of everything being ok.

"Don't you think I've understood that in a year? A year, Colby. A fucking year! Don't even bother to wait for me to drive home", i raise my voice at him and leave him in the spot, while i leave towards the kitchen, where I'm happy there's not much population. I lean on the counter top and massage my temples, when i feel someone next to me. I look up and i see Kat giving me a pitiful look. She reaches to hug me and i instantly let the emotions wash over me, as tears starts falling on my cheeks uncontrollably.

"You're ok, y/n, don't worry. You know Colby doesn't really mean it. He has this weird way of showing his affection - actually i don't kniw what he's showing, but it's definitely because he cares about you", Kat brushes some tears off my face and i shake my head at her words

"Kat, that's not love, that's not anything. People have no idea who i am and they still think he has something for stas like what the fuck. If that's not a red flag, i don't know what it is.", i throw my hands around

"He doesn't like stas, you know that and i promise you it's true", she puts a strand of hair behind my ear

"I don't think i have to believe anything because everything is a facade for something.", i try to look happy as i see Nate coming into the kitchen, his face lightning up when he sees us. Believe it or not, Nate has no idea about Colby and I because Sam was told not to say anything, so yeah, woohoo.

Nate comes to my side and puts an arm around the shoulders, giving me a side hug. I let my arm stay on his waist as we exchange a few words.

"You know, y/n, i think you should have fun tonight." Kat winks at me, then looks at Nate and then back at me. "I'm gonna go find Sam, love you", she leaves Nate and i in the kitchen and we both start looking for something in the huge bar to drink.

"This one?", he shows me a bottle of scotch and i nod, not really caring about what we drink. I decide we go out to the back yard, where there's a pool, yet only ten people around us, compared to fifty in the house. We find some tanning beds and both sit on one, facing each other and the bottle in the middle. "You look amazing, y/n. I don't know if you needed to hear that, but wow", Nate smiles and opens the bottle. I blush, my smile wide.

"i actually needed that, yeah. Thank you, you look amazing too. You're already turning around some heads", i point to some girls who sit on the edge of the pool, looking at us. I take a sip of scotch and cough at the feeling of the burnt throat. He waves at them and they start giggling. Unimpressed, he turns his attention towards me. "Tough crowd?", i raise an eyebrow and he chuckles.

"Just uninterested. Had my eyes on someone else for a while.", he takes a sip of the alcohol and doesn't leave my sight. I sigh. For a second i wish i could tell him about what's on my chest, how Colby treats me when people are around. At home and around Sam and Kat, things are really decent, but i can't have a decent love life.

We lose track of time as we go through numerous subjects and catch up with what has been going on in our lives since we last saw each other for the Madison Infirmary episode. We drunk laugh and tell stories, half of bottled emptied.

"There's no way he did that!", i say, putting a hand on his shoulder because of how hard I'm laughing. "Sam was such a figure when he was younger", i brush a tear from the corner of my eye.

"What the hell are you doing here?", Colby's thick voice makes us stop in our tracks and my smile quickly fades away. I check my phone and gasp at the 15 missed calls and 23 texts from Colby from an hour ago. We get up from the tanning bed and Colby stops between us. He turns to Nate and puts me behind him.

"Chatting. Why are you so pissed?", Nate asks with a grin, not understanding why his best friend behaves like this. I look somewhere else when Nate meets my eyes.

"My eyes are up here, not behind me. What the hell did you do for two hours here, all by yourselves?", Colby raises his voice and turns around to face me.

"Where the fuck were you for two hours, not giving a shit about me?", i yell at him and move a few steps away from him.

"I'm sorry, what's going on?", Nate asks

"You were here all this time, 'chatting' with my girlfriend. You drank almost a bottle of alcohol and you're telling me you just talked?"

"Your girlfriend? Since when is she your girlfriend and why didn't i know that?", Nate scoffs and starts laughing. "You're telling me that i should believe the crap you're telling me right now?", he runs a hand through his hair, losing his patience

"Yes, my girlfriend. We've been dating for a year now", Colby calms down and pulls me in for a side hug, but i shake my head and just walk closer to him for his arm to fall on my waist.

"You're shitting me", Nate looks from me to Colby and then turns around, running his hands over his face.

"No, I'm not. Why are you acting like this?", Colby asks frustrated

"Maybe because he's your best friend and you didn't tell him about us. Maybe because it's normal, in a loving relationship, for the couple to come forward and to fucking say that the other is not available.", i shout at Colby and push my pointing finger on his chest to make my statements more clear." Because if you don't do at least this fucking thing, your partner will seek this somewhere else. ", a tear falls on my cheek, unable to hold back my tears anymore.

"So you came to Nate for help?", from everything I've said, Colby understands this. I shake my head in disbelief. "Dude, i swear to God if you kissed her, i don't know-"

"I didn't touch her. Bro, come back to planet Earth. Look how you treat her. She loves the living hell out of you because otherwise i don't know what she's doing with you. And no, i didn't kiss her, but if you didn't show up, i might have had.", Nate takes the bottle and walks away, throwing it somewhere in the garden, glass breaking everywhere. My body is shaking because of all the adrenaline that I'm feeling from the moment.

"Bitch, you better be joking", I catch Colby's arm when he wants to follow Nate back into the house.

"You stay here, cause I'm not done with you. I want to break up with you", Colby turns to face me immediately and his face becomes as white as a wall. He shakes his head, but i nod, swallowing hard my tears and hoping that my voice doesn't crack. "I'm done. I can't fight for us anymore. This is not who i fell for. Who the fuck are you?", i raise my voice at him and i take a step back, running my hands through my hair. "I haven't been happy in months, because you keep flirting with everyone to be 'yourself' and you're killing me Colby!", i break down crying and i sit on one of the closest tanning beds. He's quick to come and kneel down at my feet, resting his arms on my legs, his hands trying to take my own hands off my face to hold them.

"No, don't say that. I just wanted to protect you from what people say. You know how mean they get", his voice is calm now, but his eyes are red and he's on the verge to cry too. I shake my head.

"I'd prefer them telling me to go to hell every day rather than having you push me away and deny my touches because people see us. And not just random people, our friends and fucking girls that you've had sex with and who come and talk to you like you're some kind of freeway. "

Colby just stares at me and a tear falls on his cheek but he wipes it away fast, but another one is quick to follow.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I was so stupid to ignore you like that and to treat you like this the whole damn time. I don't want to lose you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, baby, please", he begs, kissing the back of my right hand. I take it away and get up.

"I can't live like this with you. It's not healthy for me. It's enough that you didn't even realise what you were doing", my voice cracks and i look away. Colby comes in front of me and cups my face gently.

"I love you, I'm sorry. I will do everything that i can to make things right. I was so stupid, i know i don't deserve you, Nate was right, but give me a chance to change everything. I will listen to whatever you want me to do regarding our relationship and we'll talk things through. Please, y/n, just please, one more chance. I know i won't screw it up because i fucking love you like crazy. I can't afford to lose a piece of me. ", i hug Colby and we both let go and sob. I pull away after a few moments and wipe my tears with my sleeve. I nod.

"Ok, fine, I'll forgive you, but please, just please, be yourself around me. That's all i ask. Fuck a public picture, i want you to kiss me at parties, hug me, dance with me, i couldn't give a fuck about who takes our picture and neither should you. I'm a grown woman, let the hate comments come in cause i can handle them. I can't handle you mistreating me, ok? "

"yeah, yeah, anything you want. Just take me on this journey with you because i have no idea how to handle things. Especially relationships, in case you didn't figure it out in a year.", Colby chuckles. I nod again and hug him, while he kisses the top of my head and my forehead. "Let's go inside. I need to talk to Nate"

"I should apologise too.", i realise. "I kinda lied to him too.", i say as we walk towards the house holding hands

"Did he really want to kiss you?", Colby's grip tightens because of jealousy

"I think he was just messing with you", i laugh

"He better"

A/N: hey, so since i got this request, i didn't really know what to expect from myself to write. I also wanted to find a happy ending because I'm all about the good vibes and stuff. This aside, just wanted to tell you that if you're going through these type of things in your relationship, just think twice about it, ok? Because you're supposed to be happy and healthy, not depressed and unfulfilled. Staying in a toxic relationship isn't the way and just telling yourself that your partner is going to change is just a comfort lie to postpone the inevitable. Respect yourself and be the bad bitch you were born to be and find someone who makes you the best version of yourself. Find that someone who takes care of you, don't stay with the one that brings you down along with them.

This was purely fictional and u do not encourage getting back together with a person that treats you similarly or acts similarly. I did that and it took me years to recover. So learn from my mistakes and know when enough is enough.

I love you and i hope you're staying hydrated, i hope you're eating something and i hope you're getting enough sleep ♥️

[hyunsuks-beanie]

perv best friends yeonbin corrupting their innocent bff into giving them both a sloppy head

Wait. No. Stop. Why the hell can I imagine this scene playing out legit crystal-clear?

CW: Smut; perv! patterns; mentions of porn, masturbation, and fellatio

So you know, you've been friends with one of them for a while and he decides to introduce you to the other. Like, for example, I'm gonna take you being friends with Yeonjun bc he's more social most of the time, and he brings Soobin along to your place one day (of course, they can switch places if you'd rather, but the plot pretty much remains the same).

Now, Yeonjun is not blind. He knows how attractive you are, he's seen how sexy you can be when you want to be. Actually, scratch that, he just finds you sexy all the damn time. Periodt. He's had the nastiest of thoughts about you and he desires nothing more than to ruin that image of the innocent little angel that you've been carrying around. He wants to make you moan, he wants to make you gag on him.

And then we have Soobin, who takes one look at you and knows he must have you. His tongue flicks from between his teeth, grazing his lips as he eyes you up, shamelessly undressing you in his mind. He must have you, even if that means stealing you from the elder.

Yeonjun doesn't take too well to it at first, because you're obviously supposed to become his little toy, right? And he's made so much progress, making you comfortable to his lingering touches or his kisses to your neck little by little. And this little (super tall) jerk here dare threaten to ruin all that he's built?

But soon enough, the both of them realize that it's pointless to fight when they both have a common goal. They need to work together, not against each other, right? So they come up with a plan, a sloppy one, but a plan nonetheless.

They pretend as if it was an accident, and you're an idiot if you actually fall for it. But then again, maybe you've been pretending all this while too? Maybe that's why you're acting so oblivious to their intentions? They're watching porn when you come around, using the key to their dorm that Yeonjun had so conveniently given you a couple days back. They're watching porn, in the living room, jerking off to the sight.

They pretend to be surprised to see you, when they had been the ones to invite you over not more than a few hours ago. Yet they act as if they had forgotten. They act as if they're shy and embarrassed that you saw them like this. Yet that embarrassment was obviously a façade, because barely moments later, they're suggesting you help them out.

"It'll be just this once. Please princess?"

"Our hands could never compare."

"You're the prettiest little thing we've ever laid eyes on. Won't you help us?"

"That's what friends do, right? They help."

"I'm so sorry you had to see us like this. But you should've texted us that you were coming over."

"Can we really go back from this? I think the only way is to go forward now."

And in the end of course, you're on the floor, face-fucked out but totally satisfied. And all three of you know this is only the first time.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

hi i’m sorry if this is so weird but i really loved your possessive/jealous ghost fic/headcanons and i was wondering if you had anymore maybe even some NSFW?? if not that’s totally fine just whatever you’re comfortable with!! <3

this will all be nsfw headcanons and will include: rough sex, unprotected sex, possessiveness, jealousy, biting, marking, some choking, breeding kink

if you click keep reading it is at your own discretion!!

he knows it's not your fault that these people say the things they do or look at you the way they do.

but he still feels the need to claim you as his own.

you get home and he immediately pins you to the wall, hands above your head and there is no way to escape his grip.

he towers over you and you can see the anger in his eyes, but you know it isn't aimed at you.

"they can't have you," he says lowly, "you're mine." he kisses you hard, nibbling and biting on your lip.

"tell me you're mine," he breathes, grabbing your chin.

you hardly get the words out of your mouth before he's kissing you again.

he shoves his hand down your pants and rubs you through your underwear. "mine," he growls.

"always," you tell him, gasping as he rubs you harder.

he begins to suck hickeys into the skin of your neck, latching onto the pulse points because he knows they make you whimper.

he stands back to look at his work. "beautiful."

"more," you tell him and something dangerous flashes in his eyes.

"don't want to hurt you," he says even as he presses himself against you.

his hand finds your neck and squeezes lightly and you nod.

your clothes don't stand a chance, not when he tears them off of you like a wild man.

he leaves marks almost everywhere his mouth touches even your inner thighs.

"i'm gonna fuck you," he tells you. "you will be full of me. you will be sore. every time you move you'll feel me deep inside."

he takes his time getting inside you but once he is, he doesn't let up.

he fucks you with vigor that has you seeing stars.

if you look away from him, he grabs your face or neck and makes you look into his eyes.

"want to cum deep inside you. fill you up over and over until your stomach is full of me." he moans loudly thinking about something of his growing inside you. then everyone would really know that you are his.

the wall behind you becomes slick with your sweat.

he is still fully dressed. the only bare skin are his hands, his chin and lips, and his cock which is sheathed inside you.

as he cums he chants "mine mine mine" repeatedly.

"i'll kill them all," he says, "they don't deserve you."

"i know, simon. but i am yours."

"i'm so sorry," he breathes, knowing that he lost control there.

you tell him you're fine, that you like it.

it's out of his system now.

the only thing on his mind now is taking care of you.

there is a lingering feeling of regret surrounding him and he has to find a way to make this up to you.

as he bathes you, he just looks at you with concern.

"simon, i'm fine. really."

"are you sure, love?" he asks, touching your cheek gently. you nod and something akin to a smirk appears on his lips. "you sure can take a beatin', can't you?"

you laugh and kiss his lips. "i can take whatever you give me, simon."

he closes his eyes for a moment. "stop talking like that. it's dangerous."

"i like dangerous," you remind him.

[Masterlist]

[kittievampire]

Hey. Could you do an hc or fic where instead of mc coming to devildom as an exchange student but was summoneded from an other world by accident. And in the world they were taught to fight and survive in any situation and is really strong. For example they were able to fight belphi off long enough for the demon bros to come. Thanks

Ohohohohoooo shietttt

Sorry it took me so long to get back to you!

I've actually thought about this before, mainly that MC's power is comparable to that of Sebas Tian from Overlord, so I'll use him as a reference. This is a really cool idea tho

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Warnings: Cursing, Near-Death/Traumatic Experiences, MC is fuckin goated, Very suggestive (Asmo's part)

Lucifer

Would it suck if I said that bro would be slightly relieved to hear you had inhuman strength?

Just one less thing he has to worry about while you're down here

He actually saw your display of ability when you were in a fight at school

He'd gotten there a little too late, however, and witnessed you take a hard punch from a demon

Once he saw you dust yourself off before landing a side kick to the demon's torso, causing them to fly back into the wall, and cause a huge crack to form, he was probably more impressed than anything

Really, bro is more like a proud father that would ask "How did the other guy look?" After a fight involving you

Of course, he dragged the both of you away to scold you

After the other demon was gone, he began asking questions like "Have you always had this ability?", "Where did you come from again?", and "Could I possibly use you to threaten Mammon?"

Mammon

Speaking of the greedy baby boy, he actually walked in on you while you were on an enraging phone call

Baby boy just sat down on your bed, waiting for you to get off of your phone so he could have your full attention

He didn't want to bug you while you were irritated, you're scary and he doesn't want you to be angry with him!

His face pales when he sees you crush your D.D.D. with your bare hand

The device crumpled like a damn paper ball!

He yelped at the sight, sunglasses falling off of his face

You sighed and looked over at him, a smile forming on your face

"What's up, Mammoney?" You asked sweetly

"Uh-uh, nope, we ain't just gonna sit here and pretend like that shit didn't just happen, since when could you, a human, do shit like that! I thought all humans were weak!"

You just kind shrugged. "I'm a different kind of human, mind you, I was summoned here from a different dimension all together. I'm probably not like the humans you're used to interacting with."

Well, the only humans he interacts with are witches

"W-Whatever, I wanted to ask ya if ya had any money I could borrow to pay back the witches, but I might just consider taking ya with me to scare'em off."

Leviathan

The two of you were playing video games one night

You happened to be quite the gamer yourself, only you played more arguably rage-inducing games

You explained to him how you managed to punch a whole through your PC once and he totally doesn't believe you at first

"Yeah, right. A normie like you couldn't possibl-"

You showed him a photo that you'd taken a long time ago when the events transpired

His jaw drops at the damage

"N-No way!"

Is actually pretty amazed by it but lowkey still doesn't believe you until he sees you break Belphegor's wrist and sending him flying with a punch when the Avatar of Sloth attacked you

Asmodeus

Bro immediately gets horny

Especially if he finds out via you getting into a fight with someone over him

Like this lower demon will not get the hint and he puts his hand on Asmo

Homeboy is about to go fucking feral, but before he can, he sees you grab the demon by the throat and slam his body to the concrete, earning a loud crack

"Oh my, MC, I didn't realize how strong you were~"

Looks at you like how we look at the brothers

Horny bastard wants to be manhandled and carried like a bride and he'll get his way soon

Satan

Homie is sooo intrigued when he finds out

He probably saw you mid-meltdown

You thought you were home alone, that's why your door was open

So when you punched a large ass hole in the wall, homie saw it and immediately was like "IntErEstInG"

He'll definitely be the most curious about it

"What are the magical factors behind your powers?", "Do your abilities have limitations?", "Can we test to see if they rival that of a demon's?"

Will definitely try to use you for pranks on Lucifer

Beelzebub

The hungy boi saw you lift one of the weights he uses without too much struggle

He was definitely impressed

Continues eating his burger while walking up to you

"MC, you're really strong. You wanna be my workout partner?"

He believes that if you workout really hard and are really strong, you need more food

So he actually shares his food with you every now and then 🥲

Sometimes though, you'll have to explain to him that you're full and you don't need the extra protein

Belphegor

He finds out the night it happened

It's convenient, really, he was talking about how weak humans were compared to demons while holding you up by your throat, squeezing tighter

"It's pathetic, honestly. You damn humans are no more than insects that deserve to be crushed underfoot. You're better off dead."

He scoffed in amusement as he watched your hands come up to gently grip his wrist

"Humans really are weak. You think pawing at my hand is gonna-"

You break his wrist

He freezes

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Of course, he'd released you

While he was in his state of shock, you managed to catch your breath and land a hard roundhouse kick to his torso, making him fly a few feet, shoes skidding across the floor

"Tch, I spoke too soon..."

Hope you enjoyed, anon!

[redeyerhaenyra]

Pretty boy

Summary: Blue doesn't take kindly to Basil talking down to himself- birthday present for @ominoose!

Warnings: Just pure filth, overstim, edging, mxm, anal, oral (m receiving), 1 (one) small slap, is not being allowed to cum until you say you're pretty a thing? It is now- no beta we die like blondie, let me know if I've missed anything!

Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUSHIIIII HOPE YOU ENJOY- this fic is inspired by myself and mushi's au of Basil joining Blue's club, but can totally be enjoyed not knowing all the lore to that!

Wc: 633

A hazy cloud, made with winding tendrils of pure, distilled pleasure had been cruelly unleashed onto Basil. He could barely see, for the tears that filled his eyes, spilling down his cheeks. He had goosebumps, shivers rolling up his back in increasing speed, as yet another orgasm approached him.

Words failed him now, language falling flat on his tongue. All specks of thoughts concerning anything other than the way Blue was consistently ramming his cock into him, whilst simultaneously gripping Basil's poor, reddened cock. 

It felt like weeks they'd been like this. Blue didn't like it when Basil spoke badly of himself, this was the consequence. Blue fucking the daylights out of him, forcing him to cum over and over until he realised how beautiful he was. Basil's tummy almost completely covered with the sheen of his own spend- and now the man above him seemed to be discovering his excitement for squeezing Basil's cock so hard he couldn't cum, and when he would finally let go, watching it spurt out almost violently.

Only a few hours ago Basil was getting ready, looking sadly at himself in the mirror, how the situation had changed.

“Hey-” A small but firm slap was delivered to Basil's scarred cheek. He twitched, whimpering, focusing his attention on Blue once again.

The man's smile was almost mean, even when he tried to be nice, Blue came across as conniving. 

“Aw, precious bunny, you're not giving up yet, are you?” 

Basil whined, and covered his eyes with his hands, embarrassed at how hard beibg teased made him. Blue growled- ripped Basil's hands away- “Don't look away from me bunny, I wanna see your pretty face.”

“M’ n-not-” “Don't fuckin’ give me that sweetheart, yeah you are, my pretty bunny, my good boy, yeah? You're my good boy aren't you?”

Basil cried out, his orgasm throbbed in his cock, but it would not come, it would not finally fall over the edge. Blue tilted his head, conflicted. To edge, or to overstim? That was the question. 

Looking down at Basil, flushed and shivering, he decided both.

“You gonna cum baby?” Basil nodded feverishly, muttered begs stuttered out under his breath. 

Blue pursed his lips.

“Hmmmmm.. I'm not sure..” “-Ple-ease-!!” Blue's gaze darkened; “You know what you need to say then, don't you bunny?”

Basil cried out in pathetic frustration, frantically looking between Blue, and his own cock. This entire time Blue had been pummelling Basil's sweetspot with his cock, hot and wet and hard inside him- he slowed his thrusts, just a little, changing from quick to slow, but no less deep. Basil choked.

“I-i” “Mm?” Basil sniffled, “I-im..” “Yes?”  Blue waited on baited breath for Basil to finally say what he'd spent hours trying to coax from him.

Blue licked his lips, Basil gulped.

“I-im a p-pretty boy-aaAAAAA-!!!” -As soon as Basil had uttered the words Blue had curled over to lick a stripe up the base of Basil's cock, before he knew what was happening he was cumming, all over himself and Blue, and then into Blue's waiting mouth- as the man eagerly sucked the head of Basil's quivering cock, making a show of enjoying the taste.

When it had passed, Basil's 300th orgasm of the night, it felt like, he was left sweaty and tired, gently coming down from the aftershocks as surprisingly tenderly, Blue held his hand.

“Mm, best cum I've ever tasted. From the prettiest dick, attached to the most beautiful boy.” Blue leaned over, and kissed his bunny almost sweetly. Basil whimpered at the taste of his own seed on Blue's tongue. 

He pulled back from Basil, and with a parting stroke of his hair, moved to start cleaning up. He was stopped by Basil's tiny voice;

“..D-daddy?” “Yes sugar?”

“...C-can we go again?”

[helloiamadrawer]

Random WBC Crew NSFW Headcanons (+ Killer T)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

U-1146

service top/top energy- tell him what you want and hes all hands on deck

knows that he has a big d but he doesn't really brag about it (cough cough 2048)

doesn't really jack off too much, low sex drive unfortunately

but when y'all do have sex he does not disappoint.

number one rule of 1146: never underestimate a neutrophil's oral skills cause LORD- (and I speak for all the neutrophils here 🙌)

will have you crying from his tongue swirling around your entrance transitioning to flicking your clit: he has all kinds of tricks up his sleeve

tell him how good he makes you feel plz and thank you he will return the favor..

as for p in v...

he's a tease at the start, sliding the tip of his cock against your wet slit before he enters STAWP-

he's barely vocal but you can hear some grunts and his hot labored breathing

U-4989

it's always a ride when it comes to 4989

service top/leaning bottom

first time with him was interesting cause he let you take the lead

yes, he was vocal lemme tell ya lol, his voice becomes a little shaky whilst praising and moaning your name as you ride him, you can say he's enjoying it too much but you cant help but to find it hot

"o-oh god, yeah,-ngh! fu-uck you're so good~ don't-don't stop~"

PLEASE thread your fingers through his fluffy hair while he eats you out

overstim king, cums the most out of the crew, the messier the better, he will have you sore but begging for another high surprisingly

aftercare=cuddles and kisses

U-2626

switch like a switchblade

he loves to see your reactions during the act, from your puffy red cheeks while sucking his dick to your fucked out face when his dick hits a new angle inside of you, noises of pleasure loudly slurring out of you

sure you may not see his reaction alot but he will show that fangy smile or reply with some lewd comment

average dick energy (a little girthy) but he sure knows how to use it

sex being the only chance too sweep his bangs over to finally see what his eyes are like..but you would have to work real hard for that right in 2626's terms

a sucker for leaving bites on your neck/neck kisses

U-2048

Mans is down for anything from quickies to threesomes he's such a slut

eyefucking king ™️ (don't ask why look at his eyes)

sends you to poundtown lmaooo

very much into receiving head but he ain't gonna complain about giving you head as well (just ask in the most smuttiest way possible :) )

ofc the most cockiest of all neutrophils has to have the filthiest mouth for dirty talk in the bedroom

"such a good fucking whore for me, aren't ya baby? I hardly even touched you and you're literally soaked~" he whisper in your ear with that stupidly smooth voice he has, pressing himself against you..in public. "Babe we are in the artery right now..save it for when we get somewhere private."

slight knifeplay kink

fond of any position that involves eye contact ughhhhhhhhhhhh

Killer T Cell

the most aggressive top you've ever seen

In the sheets he is a bully, pulling your hair, smacking your ass, dominating you the second you two hit the mattress

is actually very gentle the first time then after the a few more time he starts showing his rough side

he let you top ONCE and he made you swear to never tell anyone, (he was a total brat during the whole thing but ended up secretly liking it in the end)

goes a little overboard with love marks sometimes drawing a little blood which once he saw it he was bowing his head a million times apologizing

no escape from the many holds/positions with those big muscles 😫

call him daddy? it's all over for you

"So..you think you can call me daddy and get away with it? Well I got some news for you doll, you're 'bout to witness what punishment is coming to you~" 😈

[super-unpredictable98]

All Shook Up | Killing Bono AU

Chapter 2: Shaking Things Up

Warning: Strong language

(General Masterlist) | (All Shook Up Masterlist)

The next morning was cold, but Joyce was all ready to show the McCormick brothers what she could do. She put on her best outfit, did her makeup and hair, all while Gloria watched from afar with the most judgemental look on her face. 

"So, you like the malnourished one then?"

"What? No! I'm auditioning for their band, they are about to get signed with a super hot label and I wanna be in on it."

"Oh, so the cleavage, the sexy lipstick, the short skirt with fishnets... that's all for the audition. You're definitely not interested in that kid."

"I- I'm not not interested. He's cute."

"Oh my God! You slept with him!" Gloria gasped. "That's why you were home so late! You were getting down and dirty with the neighbor!"

"I was not!" Joyce exclaimed. She wasn't a prude or a virgin by any means, but because of her upbringing, she wasn't able to be as free as her roommate. Her parents always taught her that nobody wants to eat a candy bar that everyone has already touched and licked, so she was more discreet about who had tasted her candy. "I was actually not, he was totally high on cocaine, drunk as a skunk, I didn't think it was right, you know?"

Gloria nodded, she had to agree. Sex with someone in that state sounded horrible, she knew from experience. 

"So when are you planning on sleeping with him?" She asked.

"I don't know if I'm gonna sleep with him! If it happens it happens, I don't have any plans."

After carefully tuning her bass and placing it back in its case, Joyce made her way across the hall to their door. She knocked, but there was no response. She tried again, once more nobody opened the door, in fact it was so silent, it didn't seem like anybody was home at all. 

She frowned and thought about going back to her flat, but she couldn't stop thinking about Ivan, something must've happened for him to break a promise. At least she hoped so, they barely knew each other, but from their brief interactions, she didn't take him for a guy who would make a promise only to break it the next day. 

Hours passed and she was still sitting in front of their door when the two brothers finally came, both looking like hell. 

"Fuck! Joyce, I'm so sorry I- How long have you been here?" Ivan yelped. 

"Ever since the time we scheduled for my audition."

"You told her she'd get an audition?" Neil hissed, angry that his brother went over his head.

"Yeah! I think she'll be good," he argued. "But it doesn't matter anymore, the fella we were negotiating our contract with was kicked off the label and so were we. Literally, we were thrown out of the building."

"I'm sorry it didn't work out," Joy frowned, almost losing the last bit of hope she had in her to make it in London. 

She was about to get back to her flat and watch as Gloria made fun of her for being so naive and trusting, but instead, Ivan took her hand to stop her. "Hey, since you're ready and you're here, why don't you audition anyway? We'll have to start over with the band, so it's like a fresh start."

"You still want me to?" She asked.

"Course, we still need a bass."

"Okay then."

Joyce followed the two brothers inside and set everything up. They did as well, preparing to play something and see how she would fit in with their sound. 

"Do you have any preference?" Ivan asked, getting his guitar. 

"Um... I'm sure you guys know U2?" 

"NO!" Neil shouted like a crazy person. "We're not playing U2!" 

"Shit, okay," she nearly jumped back. "Sorry, I didn't know you were not a fan. Maybe Queen then? Another One Bites The Dust?" 

"Brilliant," Ivan smiled, trying to make up for his brother's exaggerated reaction. "You wanna sing too?" 

"Yeah, of course," she stood in front of the mic.

Joyce started playing and they quickly followed. Even Neil had to admit she was good, she had good rhythm and she played the bass well, but the real surprise came when she opened her mouth to sing.

"Steve walks warily down the street with his brim pulled way down low. Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet, machine guns ready to go. Are you ready hey are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?"

Her voice was an explosion that filled the entire room, it was full and deep, raspy but without straining. Ivan gave Neil a wide-eyed look and Neil simply rolled his eyes, not ready to admit his little brother was right about something. He took pride in making the decisions for the band, even if most (if not all) of them turned out to be wrong.

"Jesus..." Ivan breathed once the song ended. "It's like you're the lovechild of Stevie Nicks and Janis Joplin! Are you kidding me right now?" 

"Thanks," Joy smiled shyly, looking away from him so she wouldn't blush. 

"Yeah, it was okay," Neil nodded with a sigh. "I mean, might not be the right fit for our band but-"

"Not the right fit? Neil are you going insane or you still drunk?" Ivan chuckled, still agape. "You dragged me all the way from Ireland, I believed your bullshit and now we're right back where we started. If you're serious about getting signed then you have to let Joy in! She's our best chance to make it big."

"Can you read sheet music, Joyce?" Neil asked. 

"Yeah, what do you have?" She asked, taking his notebook. 

"Can you sing this?" 

"The sun is shining on the sea today, you're living your life the easy way. You left behind, the world again. So be a tourist, hear the call-"

"Fine! Fine, you're in!" He grimaced, hating how great his song sounded in her voice. "But we'll be singing too, don't think you'll get all the solos just cause you can sing!" 

"I didn't expect to, thank you so much, you guys!" Joyce squealed, clapping with excitement. She couldn't believe it was actually true, she was sure they could be great, she believed that more than anyone, even Neil. 

To celebrate joining the band, Joy suggested going out for a drink, but none of the boys wanted anything to do with alcohol after the night before. Instead, they settled for some fish and chips, only... Ivan had other plans.

"Hey, Neil!" He hissed while the girl brought her bass back to her flat. "You gotta say you don't feel well or something, say you don't wanna go."

"What? Why?" Neil barked.

"Because I wanna go out with her."

"Have you thought about, I don't know, asking?"

"I am asking!" 

"Not me, you twat! Her!"

"Well I did, but I was way too high to remember, just please please stay home? C'mon, please!"

"Fine... not like I wanna spend time dicking around with you two. I have to write some more material to show to the labels."

"You're the best brother in the world!" Ivan shook Neil by the shoulders just as Joy came back. 

"Yeah yeah," he huffed. "Hey, so I'm a little under the weather, you know? Still kinda hungover, you two go."

"Maybe we should all stay and talk about the band?" Joyce asked, but Ivan was already halfway out the door. 

"Nah, he'll be fine. Neil is a real grumpy arsehole when he's hungover, it's dinner time anyway."

Gloria watched as they made their way down the stairs, and that stupid knowing grin on her face made Joy want to kill her. It's not like that was a date... right? Of course not. It was a friendly band hangout.

Ivan insisted he should pay as a welcome treat, even though he probably had way less money than her. He just couldn't be that type of guy who wouldn't pay on their first date. In his mind that was a date... right? Of course it was.

"We only need a drummer now," he murmured, covering his chips in vinegar. "Do you know anyone?"

"Not really, I haven't made any friends since I arrived."

"Why did you wanna leave the States?" He asked. "They have a pretty big music scene there. Why didn't you move to LA or something?"

"I always liked London, all my favorite musicians are from England... well, except Bono."

Ivan shook his head with a smile. As much as his brother resented their friend, he couldn't bring himself to feel the same way. The bastard was talented, it's not like he didn't deserve it. 

"We went to school together, back then when we still called him Paul."

"You're kidding!" Joyce grinned.

"No, I swear! I'd say ask Neil, but I wouldn't if I were you. I sorta auditioned for his band once, but it didn't work out."

"So you could be in U2 right now?" 

"I suppose, if things had been different... we only played together once, it wasn't really a thing."

"So you're happy with our band?" Joy leaned over the table without even realizing it. 

"Yeah! Even more now that you're here to shake things up."

She thought for a moment, not noticing when Ivan also leaned closer, their faces only inches apart. He was ready for a kiss, he thought that's what she wanted, but she simply laughed. Shit, she has such a cute laugh... he thought.

"This should be our name."

"What?"

"Shook Up! You're not the McCormick brothers anymore."

"Y-yeah! That's a pretty cool name," Ivan cleared his throat, embarrassed and hoping she didn't notice how eager he was. 

"So, will you kiss me now?" She asked with a smirk.

Tag List: @seanfalco @elliethesuperfruitlover @firstpersonnarrator @salvador-daley @totallyeve

[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady: Guitar Villain

Directory | Pixelator

Jagged finished his solo, sliding on his knees, and strummed the last note in the latest song he had come up with.

“Whaddya think, perfect for the album, eh, Bob? Totally killer?”

“What would be really killer would be a duet with XY!”

Ugh.

Jagged stood up again and adjusted his Eiffel Sunglasses – he had barely taken them off since the issue with Pixelator got resolved – to glare at his manager.

“You kidding me?! I'm not singing with some kid who doesn't even shave yet!”

Nevermind that his music was the most simple and un-rock-n-roll thing in the world of music.

But, for some reason, Bob liked the boy.

“That 'kid' is number 1 on the sales chart!” Bob exclaimed.

“Bob, what would a duet between Jagged and XY even sound like?” Penny, ever the magnificent, interrupted. “They're not even the same music genre!”

“Oh, it'll be fine after you modernize your music, find a new style, and change everything about yourself.”

“FUCK OFF.”

Seriously, what the hell did this guy think? That he was gonna fold like paper?

“Are these album covers part of your 'modernization'?” he asked, disgusted. “They look like perfume ads, blegh!”

Piss on that. And on his ideas. If he wanted a perfume ad on a cover, then he'd better slam it on that sell-out.

“Bob, me and Jagged want to commission the collége student who made his glasses: Marinette,” Penny intervened once more. He could kiss her – she was always the best with this diplomacy stuff. “She's talented, gets his tastes, and is in our target demographic.”

“A collége student?! You can't be–!”

He made a subtle sign.

And Fang 'casually' passed by Bob's side and growled rather menacingly.

He grinned; it had taken a while to get Fang to do that on command, but it had been totally worth it.

“AH, I mean, fine! But think about the duet!”

Yeah, piss on that.

Why the hell did he keep this idiot as his manager, again?

----

“Adrien, Mlle. Bourgeois requests your presence,” Nathalie suddenly announced. “For a 'surprise'.”

“Eh?! Uh...” It wasn't that he hated Chloé, but... as of late, he wasn't exactly keen on being alone with her.

Alright, he really disliked the idea. Lately, Chloé had become clingier, more irritating... she even tried to ruin any attempt he made to be with Marinette, like at the zoo (granted, Animan would have ruined it anyway, but still...).

“Ah, well, I would but, uh, I should really go over my Chinese and–”

“Adrien. You're always asking for more time with your friends and now that I offer you the opportunity you refuse?”

Yeah, because every other time I ask is to be with Nino, Marinette and Alya!

“Ah, I just meant –”

“Also, your father already accepted, so play nice.”

…

Dammit, père.

The one time he could have used his negative...

----

“Adrichou secured!” Chloé declared, and Tikki resigned herself to having to deal with whatever harebrained scheme she had come up with this time.

“Why'd you call Adrien?”

“So he can meet Jagged Stone, of course!”

He had met him last week, right?

She would have voiced the thought, but Chloé interrupted by shoving her hand almost into her face.

“Rule of the Bourgeois number 148: have a best friend to pamper! Preferably a rich one.”

That explained a lot about the family.

“But his daddy might stop Adrien from seeing me, which is why it's good to have a back up.”

She would have liked to point out that it was likelier that Adrien's father would force him to see Chloé, but chose to concentrate on the most immediate problem.

“'Back up'?”

“Rule 72: all guys have to be crazy about you,” Chloé replied, filling up an order for a pizza with no sauce, no cheese, and gluten-free crust – and requested the pizzeria to send their cutest delivery guy. Tikki did not mention that every guy that knew Chloé ranged from growing disinterest (Adrien) to wouldn't-spit-on-her-if-she-were-on-fire (all her other classmates). “And I know just the guy!”

----

“So, you're in, yes or no?”

“You want me to create Jagged Stone's new album cover?!”

Marinette was shocked. Jagged Stone's manager had come to make her an offer she would have never considered possible.

“Requested by Jagged Stone himself! He wants you to take us in a new direction!”

“A 'new direction'?”

There was something weird in that comment.

“Here, I brought you a visual reference,” Roth said, pulling out something from his pocket.

“Oh, thank–!” She saw what was on that object and her enthusiasm dried up. “You...”

This... this didn't look like what Jagged Stone normally had in his album covers. This looked more like something XY did.

“... um, this looks a little–”

“It's what Jagged Stone wants,” Roth interrupted her.

“Are you sur–”

“What Jagged Stone wants.”

She gave the man a weird look, but with her parents' permission she went upstairs to her room, to begin working on it.

“Ugh, why does Jagged Stone want to change to this?!” she exclaimed. “It's cold, soulless, repetitive, banal. The opposite of Jagged's style and mine. But it's what I was asked to do...”

“What do your parents do with bad requests?” Pollen asked.

“My parents?”

“Mhmm!”

“Well, sometimes they give a sample of what the customer asked for just to prove how awful it is. Sometimes it makes the customer realize how bad it is.”

“Oh!”

She put her hands together as in prayer and leaned into them.

“But sometimes it makes them like it more!”

“Oh.”

----

Entering the hotel's foyer, he walked up to the desk and showed the pizza box to the receptionist.

“Pizza for Mlle. Bourgeois: Penthouse suite,” he said in a bored tone: the sooner he got out of here, the better.

“Merci,” the receptionist replied, smiling, taking the box and leaving to drop it with the client.

“Luka?”

At the sound of the voice, he turned, smiling.

“Marinette!”

“What are you doing here?” Marinette asked.

“The Grande Paris Princess ordered a pizza,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Whaaa? Chloé did?” Her face of confusion was cute, and her confusion was understandable.

“She prepaid, so it's legit,” he reassured her. “What are you doing here?”

“I have a meeting with Jagged Stone.”

He felt his jaw drop.

“Jagged Stone?!”

His favorite singer in the world? Also his dad, not that that had much of an impact in his normal life. Marinette was going to meet him?

Marinette explained how she had been requested to design the new album cover and showed it to him.

It was... unsuitable, to say the least. Marinette clearly had a deft hand, but not even she could have avoided this disaster.

“I see why you're worried,” he pointed out.

“Right?! It's... a perfume ad!”

“This 'image change' sounds sketchy. Maybe wait to hear out Jagged Stone,” he suggested. If what he had heard of Jagged Stone's manager was right...

“Okay...”

Marinette didn't look very convinced, but he knew what he could do to cheer her up a bit.

“Hey, this is my last stop. I'll give you a ride home and we can talk about it after?”

“I'll take you up on that. Thanks, Luka!” she replied, smiling.

“No problem...”

As Marinette made her way to the elevator, he quickly began to pull on his pizza delivery shirt.

Gotta get out of this lame uniform, quick!

----

Unbeknownst by Luka, Marinette was looking a tad too intently as he took off the shirt... and couldn't help but blush as she saw what he was hiding underneath.

“Ma'am, the elevator's closing,” the bellboy reminded her, and she woke up, mentally hitting herself for drifting from her Chat.

The encounter with Luka, however, had not been enough to shake off her nerves, as she showed Jagged Stone what she had created.

The man scoffed.

“How did someone as talented as you make this?”

“Um, well, M. Roth said–”

“Marinette designed what the kids want!” the manager interrupted her again. “It's exactly the direction we need.”

Jagged Stone sighed.

“Ah, I see what happened here,” he said, directing a brief glare at the older man before taking her hand. “Forget Bob, Marinette. Do it in my style, in our style!”

“Jagged, I said–”

The manager's new interruption was, itself, interrupted by Fang's angry growl.

“AHH!” Roth screeched, jumping away, while Penny giggled.

“Do your best, Marinette!”

“Y-Yes!” she replied, still overwhelmed.

----

The elevator dinged, and he turned to it as the doors opened. Marinette had been done fast with Jagged Stone!

“Marine–” The girl coming out was, most definitely, not Marinette. “Oh.”

“Mon Chouka! Here you are!”

He blinked.

“Hah?!”

Sadly, his shock gave Bourgeois the time she needed to affix herself to his arm like a limpet to a boat's hull.

“What are you doing?! Why are you calling me that?!” he asked, holding himself from swatting at the girl like he would swat flies in summer.

“I knew they'd send you, mon Chouka!” she replied, clearly not understanding the concept of 'personal space' or 'you're not welcome here' as she hugged his arm. Then she turned to look at the entrance. “Oh, there's Adrien! Adrichou~!”

“Luka?” Adrien Agreste said, surprised.

In that moment, he understood.

“Oh, God, no.”

As if a pit had opened beneath his feet.

For some reason, this bully in the form of a girl was interested in him.

And, unlike with Marinette, he felt like this was a horrible punishment.

Today, the gods of music weren't with him, it seemed.

----

“Tonight, XY will give a live concert from the top of the Eiffel Tower,” the news anchor said, with a photograph of that sell-out's latest album on her right. “M. XY had this to say about beating Jagged Stone in sales.”

“King of Rock? More like King of the dinosaurs! He's a has-been!”

“Why you filthy little... perfume ad!” he growled. Realizing where the sell-out was, he walked up to the window and saw him standing there, in front of the door.

“Hey, Ragged Stone, if you wanna hear today's music, come to my concert! Just don't forget your hearing aid!”

That did it. He threw his tablet and grinned savagely as he saw it hit the sell-out straight in the noggin.

“STOP TRASH TALKING OUTSIDE MY HOTEL!” he shouted.

----

When the elevator door opened, Marinette became witness to a horrible sight.

“QUIT IT ALREADY!”

“Chloé, leave Luka alone!”

“But Super Chloé has a super surprise for you!”

The world's eyesore manhandling Adrien and Luka.

“What's... going on here?” she asked, confused. Luka immediately extended a hand towards her, looking as if she were his personal savior.

“Marinette, help!” Luka begged.

Alright, mark that as a definite.

“Marinette!” Adrien exclaimed, much happier than Luka.

Chloé was not happy at all, which was always nice. At least, she finally dropped Luka's arm – she saw him trying to either massage some blood back into circulation or brushing it as if it were dirty, she wasn't sure – and walked up to her.

“I didn't invite you to meet Jagged Stone! Get out of my hotel!” Chloé yelled, poking her in the chest, and she glared back.

“It's a good thing I don't need your invite to meet him,” she fired.

“Aw, ladies, don't fight over Guitar Villain!”

And there, standing on the entrance stairs, were Jagged Stone and Fang.

Or, rather, their Akumatized forms, with Jagged resembling a heavy metal band singer, and Fang now looking like a dragon.

“Jagged Stone?!” Luka exclaimed.

Marinette was much less pleased.

“What the heck, you were fine a minute ago!”

The Akuma ignored her, as he began to play his guitar.

“I'll never duet with XY because soon he won't be singing at all! Rock'n'RIP, Baby!”

His guitar suddenly shot some kind of sound blast, and Adrien grabbed Chloé and Luka, who grabbed Marinette.

“LOOK OUT!” Adrien shouted, kneeling and bringing the others down with him, dodging the blast by centimeters.

----

“Eek!” Chloé shrieked as the elevator door behind her opened. “Luka, Adrien, get me out of here!”

The two boys glanced at each other, gave a minute nod, and roughly shoved the girl into the elevator with blank faces.

“Wha–!” she screamed, before Luka 'helpfully' pressed one of the buttons, making the door close. “Hey! That's not what I meant!”

“At least now you can transform...?” Tikki pointed out.

----

“Soon there will only be fans of Guitar Villain!” Jagged shouted as he led Akumatized Fang outside the hotel, and Marinette knew she had to act soon.

I have to get away to transform!

But, as long as Luka and Adrien were with her, she would be unable to do it. He turned to Adrien.

“Adrien, try to flag down Chat Noir!”

“Okay!” he agreed, rushing away.

----

She didn't know that he needed to transform as well.

----

She turned to look at Luka.

“Luka, I'll try to find Marigold!”

“Alright!” he replied.

And then he grabbed her hand.

“C'mon, we'll cover more ground on my bike!”

What.

As Luka started to pull her towards the exit, she began to panic.

Wait, that's not part of the plan!

As both of them rushed outside, they saw that Chat Noir had already arrived. Marinette pulled out her cellphone (mostly because she knew Alya would kill her if she didn't get it) as Chat Noir and Guitar Villain began to trade insults.

“He even goes hard as an Akuma,” Luka said. “A dragon, wicked.”

“Hey Ragged Stone, your screeching's making my ears bleed!” Scarlet shouted, finally showing up.

“It's Guitar Villain, Scarlet Brat! Shocking Rift!”

A wave of sound suddenly hit Scarlet in the stomach, making her fly away.

“Oof!” she complained, as Guitar Villain turned away.

“You're wasting my time, I've got a concert to get to!”

“Hey, don't blow me off!” Scarlet yelled.

Nobody cared.

“You two should go home,” Chat Noir said, and Marinette began to sweat.

“Yeah...”

“Alley Cat!” Scarlet yelled. “Hurry up and call Bumbling Bug, my XY is in danger!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chat Noir huffed. “You would be an XY fan.”

No surprises there, Marinette thought as Chat Noir made the call. She couldn't hear it, but she knew what it would say.

“Marigold here, leave a message!”

“Here, Marinette,” Luka said, putting a helmet on her head.

“Huh,” Chat Noir mumbled, hanging up. “Weird, she's not picking up.”

Maybe she would if her friends weren't too sweet to leave her to transform!

----

Théo could easily recognize an Akuma. They wore garish clothes and makeup, looked like they'd been brought from some kind of hell, and they were prone to threaten people.

“Where's XY?!” the latest Akuma – riding a dragon, no less! – demanded out loud.

“A-At the TV station, doing his interview! I'm just here to set up the concert!”

“ARGH!” And then the Akuma prepared his guitar. “Rock'n'RIP, baby!”

While the Akuma was speaking, something tied to a rope snagged him and pulled him out of the way.

“Whoa!”

“Ugh, you again?!” the Akuma said as Chat Noir (and Scarlet Lady) brought him to safety. “I'm outta here! To the TV station, Fang!”

The Akuma flew off, and he did what he had to do.

“Oh, thank you for saving me, Chat Noir!”

Yeah, maybe Scarlet Lady had tossed the yo-yo, but he knew damn well who really called the shots here.

“EXCUSE YOU!” Scarlet Lady yelled, but he ignored her.

“No problem, Théo!” Chat Noir thanked him.

----

They had finally arrived home, and her parents had insisted on giving Luka enough boxes of pastries for a week or two. Now that he had tied them all to the bag in the back of the bike, he turned to her.

“Thanks for the ride, Luka!”

“Thank your parents for all the pastries!” Luka replied. “I'll text you after I check on Maman and Juleka.”

She had to cut that off quickly!

“A-Ah, um, my phone died so I might take a while to respond!” she said – it wasn't much of a lie, she really needed to start charging it if she didn't want to run out.

“Haha! I'm sure Alya appreciates it. See you!”

She waved goodbye at him until she was certain he was no longer looking, and then she rushed into the boulangerie.

“Pollen, omigod, Buzz On!”

“Buzz On, yay!”

----

As the assistant got done telling Alec what was going on, he turned to his interviewee of the afternoon.

“Ah, so, M. XY, turns out that Scarlet Lady says we're in danger, so we're gonna have to cut this short.”

“Who?”

… Did he not know about Paris' heroes?

“S-Scarlet Lady...?”

“Oh, yeah, the bug lady.”

----

Chat Noir watched as Alec Cataldi escorted XY outside the building, while Scar just... stalked.

“It's just a safety precaution, M. XY,” Alec stated.

“I'll get you to a safe place, XY!” Scar exclaimed.

He felt a bit sorry for the singer – he had been at that side of her attention.

Just in time, he heard the air parting in a way he was familiar with, and turned to the right to see Marigold swinging until she landed next to him.

“Sorry, sorry!” Marigold begged, her hands put together. “It was hard to get away!”

“I've been there before!” Chat Noir replied – she probably had been with her friends when the alert sounded out.

“Took you long enough, newbee!” Scar shouted.

“Uh, look, I'll just skip the concert so I'm not attacked by 'killer guitar solos', LOL,” XY said in that pretentious tone of his. “Live concerts are lame anyway, just leave it to special effects.”

“YOINK!”

It looked like this Akuma liked to be timed, because he jumped in just as XY finished speaking and dragged him away flying.

“AH!” the younger singer yelled.

“XY!”

“Aw, I just got here!” Marigold complained, as the three of them ran after the Akuma.

----

As they climbed up the Tour Eiffel (how many times had they fought an Akuma here already?), they could hear the Akuma and his target yelling from the top of the tower.

“I believe you called me Ragged Stone?! King of the dinosaurs?! A HAS-BEEN?!” Guitar Villain shouted as he forced a tied-up XY to walk the plank, while the draconized Fang flew around.

“I-I was joking!” XY replied, a tad desperate. “Please, M. Guitar Villain! We could do a duet together! In your style!”

“TOO LATE! I'll show you killer music! Seismic Solo!”

The sudden chord of struendous music shook up the entire tower – including the part where the three heroes were as they moved up. Marigold and Chat Noir flapped their arms in an attempt to not lose their balance, while Scarlet Lady just gripped one of the steel beams.

“H-Hurry up, sidekicks! XY is going to fall!” the latter shrieked above Guitar Villain's 'music'.

“D-Did you forget the dragon guarding the tower?” Chat Noir shouted back.

“So deal with him, too!”

“And what does that leave for you?” Marigold asked, angry.

“Obviously, it leaves me to suck up to XY!”

“What?”

----

Marigold noticed that the dragon had seen them, and was ready to dive against them, to either eat or capture them.

She had better things to do, though, and this was still Fang, so she knew how to stop him. The moment he approached, she swung from her perch and threw her top so the rope would twist around his mouth – and allow her to jump on his head.

“MARIGOLD!” Chat Noir shouted: she could see that he and Scarlet were hanging from his staff, hooked between crisscrossed beams.

“There, there, nice dragon!” she calmed Fang as she forced him in the right direction. “Let's go get our kitty!”

----

“Whoa...” he said. If his heart didn't belong to Marinette already...

“Show off,” Scar muttered, the hypocrite.

Marigold guided Fang to fly between beams and below them both, and with perfect timing he shrunk his staff, allowing him to drop right behind Marigold.

“You're awesome,” he said, awed, as he squeezed her shoulders, and she gave him a smug smile.

“GET ME OFF THIS CRAZY THING!” Scar yelled.

Nobody cared.

As Marigold made a pass above the platform, he and Scar jumped down as Guitar Villain aimed at Marigold.

“Hold still and get off my dragon!” the Akuma screamed, while Marigold stuck her tongue at him.

“Now, Scar,” he ordered.

“Lucky Charm.”

The ladybugs flew out of the yo-yo, and formed a large spray can that fell on Scar's hand.

“Extreme holding spray? But my hair is already perfect,” Scar asked, confused.

“Oh! I have an idea!”

“AH!” Scar yelled, shocked at Marigold's sudden reappearance, while he became concerned with something else.

“What happened to the dragon?!”

“Um...” Marigold mumbled. “I took care of it, that's the part that matters!”

----

Marigold grabbed the can and ran at Guitar Villain, who was swinging his head to the beat of his own music.

“Too bad the heroes are gonna miss the finale!Seismic Solo!”

Before he could fire his attack, though, Marigold fired the spray, timing it so most of it would be over his face.

“Yoink!” she said, grinning, as she pulled the guitar out of his hands and dropped it to the ground.

“Agh! I can't see!” the Akuma yelled: with most of his long hair now fixed in front of his face, it blocked his line of sight.

“Um, hey, help me please!” XY begged, and Marigold threw her top once more, tying the rope around him.

“I gotchu!” she said, pulling him towards her with just the force she needed to make him land on top of the guitar that was holding the butterfly.

“Ow!”

“Thanks for your assist!”

“Watch how you treat my XY, Marimold!” Scarlet shouted.

----

After Scar purified the butterfly and Jagged Stone recovered from his foray into unwilling villainy, there was one thing he and Marigold had left to do.

“Bien Joué!” they said, bumping their fists with a smile.

“Aw, geez, what did I do to deserve all this?” XY asked.

“Oh, my poor XY! I'm so sorry for how my lackies treated you!” Scar simpered in front of XY. “I'll make it up to you, promise!”

“Huh?!” XY did seem to have the proper reaction to Scar's abhorrent admiration, which was to keep away from her. “This dude's crazy! You're crazy! I'm going home!”

“Oh!” Scar, once again, showed her complete inability to read the room. “I can take you down!”

“I'm taking the elevator, you freak!” XY yelled, running for the elevator before Scar could try to 'help' him.

It felt a bit awkward.

----

As she saw Scarlet leave with a pout for not being allowed to hold XY, it triggered something.

GAH! That reminds me, I have work to do! And homework! And I have to text Luka! And figure out a cover story! AHHHHH!

Behind her, her Chat Noir and Jagged ignored her freakout while the latter signed an autograph.

----

The next day, Marinette brought the cover she had worked during the morning, and this time Jagged smiled.

“Aw, yeah! That's the shi–!”

“JAGGED! Language!” Penny warned him, as he held the cover closer.

“And... is that leather and sweat?!” he asked, surprised.

“Ah, yes! I made a scented sticker!”

“Crazy. Awesome. Perfect.”

“Not perfect!” Roth yelled. “It's not what I–”

“Then I'm out,” Jagged interrupted.

“What?!”

“I'm sure another record company will take number 2 in sales,” the rocker taunted. Marinette watched everything with a bit of awkwardness.

Why didn't you threaten this in the first place? she pondered.

But, well, it had been a success!

----

As the elevator door opened, Joanne saw the young lady that had come by the previous day waiting to enter. She nodded at her – client or not, if she was here then she had to be important – and left, while the young lady entered and pushed the button for the entrance floor. She breathed for a moment, ready to continue her job –

“WOHOO! I can't believe it!”

“Wohoo!”

Good Lord, they nearly gave her a heart attack! (And who was that second voice, anyway?!)

----

Next day, she brought her copy of the new cover – signed by Jagged Stone! – to school, and showed it off to Alya.

“Congrats, girl! And thanks for the footage!” Alya said, smiling.

“Hee, hee!” she giggled, still giddy about her success.

“Um, hey, Marinette?”

“Hey, Adrien!” she said, turning to her friend, who was blushing a bit and holding a magazine with Jagged Stone in the cover.

“I saw you made Jagged Stone's album cover.” He pulled out a pen. “Could I... get your autograph?”

She blushed, feeling her jaw drop.

“M–Me?!”

Before she could react, Lila and Sabrina jumped between them both.

“Ooo, me too, me too!” Lila exclaimed.

“Hey!” Adrien complained as he was pushed back by the girls.

“What was Jagged Stone like?!” Sabrina asked, her eyes wide and luminous.

That seemed to attract everyone else's attention, and soon poor Adrien was forced away as their classmates crowded around Marinette.

“Will you sign my magazine?!” Rose asked.

“I can say I knew you 'back then'!” Kim shouted.

Marinette felt embarrassed for the attention she was suddenly getting.

“G-Guys!”

----

Chloé growled as she bit into her copy of the magazine she had bought. Instead of her XY – who had been really confused the previous day, what with him running away from her – it had Jagged Stone and his new album on it.

And the worst of it was, the only reason Ragged Stone had met Maribrat was last week's work experience day! She should have sent her to garbage disposal with Césaire!

“You got your lunch?”

“Yeah, hold on.”

She turned – and there he was! Along with his sister – which was a surprise, because she didn't know how someone as cute and cool as him was related to her – he was pushing his bike.

“Wanna say hi?”

“Sure, I got time.”

Oh, he was here to meet her!

Just what the doctor ordered!

----

“Mon Chouka, you came to see me!”

He turned to look at her. Who was running at him with her arms wide open.

“Wait until you hear about my morning–”

No.

Nope.

Fuck nope.

He extended his arm and grabbed her face to keep her as far away from him as possible.

Fortunately, the other person he had come to speak with came out.

“Marinette! Congrats on the album!” he greeted her, smiling, even as he struggled with her.

“Ah–!” she tried to speak, but he kept gripping her without a care for what she had to say.

“'Mon Chouka'?” Juleka asked, clearly about to laugh at him.

“Don't you fucking dare,” he told her. He knew she was going to hold it over his head for a long time, but at least he could keep her from mocking him in front of everyone else.

----

Princess Fragrance

@zoe-oneesama The real has-been here is Hawkmoth, right?

I'm sleeeeeeeeepyyyyyyyy... zzzzzzzzz...

[kurorotic]

nsfw | shy kuroo + bj

kuroken who've been dating for 2-3 months and haven't gone past making out/heavy petting.

kuroo wants more, but he gets too shy and bashful when the subject comes up. so kenma takes it into his own hands.

really, kuroo looks like such a heathen but he's a mess when it comes to actually doing anything below the belt.

is he insecure of his size? does his cock look weird? maybe he can't get hard?

... nah, kenma's felt that against him. multiple times.

so cue a lazy saturday, it's a day in between the two since bokuto and akaashi are doing their own thing.

kenma scrambles his horny self into kuroo's lap and he's /so/ down with kissing his little kitten breathless.

seeing him all flushed is all kuroo needs.

or so he's totally convinced himself.

kenma drops a hand between them, palming the bulge in his kuroo's basketball shorts and kuroo hisses into his mouth.

his small hand squeezes while they kiss and kuroo is trying not to obviously grind into it.

but /why/ should he resist? kenma is his boyfriend, after all. that's what boyfriends do, like. touch dicks.

but kenma is kenma, he's so cute. too cute for this.

however he does keep. groping his cock. while dipping his pink tongue into kuroo's mouth.

so it's not bad if kuroo rocks back on his hand, right? it won't scare him away.

fuck, it feels good too. kenma seems to get the hint as he fists kuroo's clothed cock, a damp spot soon spreading on the fabric.

will this be his first handjob? with a cloth barrier?

sounds kinda lame, but kenma just keeps going-

"Kitten?"

kuroo blurts out as kenma pulls his hand away.

did he fuck up somehow? oh no.

"... I wanna suck your dick."

oh. that is the opposite of fucking up. that is fucking his way into kenma's tiny mouth.

"Okay... yeah, go ahead. Don't force yourself though."

kenma goes to pull kuroo's shorts down, revealing his hard cock and he sees how his boyfriend needs to take a moment to observe the size.

"Big."

"Yeah... you don't have to, I mean I'm fine with just a- okay!"

kenma is snug between kuroo's legs, pulling his hair tie off his wrist to tie back his blond hair.

fuck? fuck.

he's looking at kuroo's cock like a challenge, a level to defeat. a boss is... actually no, kuroo doesn't want his dick killed. thanks.

"Tell me what feels good, kay?"

kuroo just nods as kenma takes the base and gives little experimental licks around the shaft and the head of his cock.

then kuroo witnesses pink lips attempting to suck on the tip. paired with those innocent golden eyes looking up at him?

nah. kuroo wasn't going to make it. but he had to.

he couldn't last just a minute for his first ever blowjob. even though kenma looked so fucking angelic and pretty sucking him down.

his small mouth could barely fit, but he was trying while his hand handled the rest.

"That's... you're doing good, kitten."

kuroo placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed as kenma continued in earnest, he was. incredible. where did he learn this?

working kuroo's base with both his small hands as his mouth sucked on what it could.

"I'm gonna cum soon baby, I'm not lasting with a cutie like you on my cock."

there was a sparkle in kenma's eyes, he bobbed his head faster, jerked kuroo in time with it and what the fuck, kuroo was a goner.

right into his kitten's mouth.

kenma only pulled off once he'd milked every last drop and kuroo /saw/ how he swallowed it all. that, it happened.

kenma licked his lips and wiped off his mouth before getting cozy in kuroo's lap again.

his boyfriend was in a daze, kenma just... his mouth was...

"That was fun."

"You like sucking cock?"

"Yours, yeah."

how!! could kenma say anything so easily!!!

kenma's smirk would be his end, he couldn't handle anything.

"Do me next, Tetsu."

kuroo's brain was so checked out, but kenma was kind enough to place his hand into his shorts and okay. kuroo could handle this, easy.

//when u have a hot boyfriend who is Also too shy to lewd his kitten.

[k-zuzu]

스트레이키즈

skz hyung line 𖹭 gn!reader

proposing.

content: romance, fluff, swearing, simping, reader says yes, kissing, long term relationships, living together, commitments, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's notes: i just wrote this and gave y/n the personalities i think would be most suitable for each member :3 reader doesn't wear the pants in the relationship. in hyunjin's part, i couldn't think of lyrics that would sound good so just imagine it lol. main masterlist.

CHANNIE (크리스)

we all know chris is a romantic man. actually, he is the most romantic man. he probably started planning your future the moment you two were officially dating, but for chris, planning the proposal was so much more difficult. he had no idea how he would go on about it and just kept delaying it for months — today, he would see you doing the simplest thing in the world and he would fall in love just a little bit more than yesterday. he wants to marry you so bad!

after a long and tiring day, he gets home light and barely washes himself up in the bathroom before he collapses on your shared bed next to your sleeping form, and hours later, he wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. his left arm searches the bed for your body, you're not there. he's not too panicked about your absence but he's always had trouble sleeping alone and would often get night terrors.

he shuffles to get out of bed only to see the bathroom light seeping from under the door in the corner of the room. he opts to sit on the edge of the bed and cover his face in his hands while he waits for you to come out, when you do, it's not what he expected for the night —

when you notice that he's up, you whisper. "...chris?" his head snaps up to look at you, thrn at the velvet box in your right hand, and all of a sudden he wakes up, eyes widening.

"wh-where'd you get that?" he asks softly. you shrug and walk toward him.

"it was in your jacket... you left it in the bathroom, and when i grabbed it the box fell out, and i— i really didn't mean to," you explained and placed the box on the night stand, gently sitting next to him.

"oh..." he sighs and puts his face back into his hands. fuck. "ahhhhh... everything's ruined..." he mumbles. you grab his hands from his face and give them a reassuring squeeze.

"hey... don't— don't be like that, it's alright. i knew we were gonna get married eventually,"

"aagh, but i had the whole thing planned! actually, that's a lie. but, i didn't plan for this to happen... i wanted it to be romantic, cliche, like one of those candle lit homemade dinners or on a beach at sunset or our first date, a surprise—"

"chan— stop, i— i don't need any of those." you shake his hands and look into his eyes, smile never faltering. "although it would be nice," you mumbled a small joke but it didn't ease chan's disappointment. "i don't care for them. i just... i wanna marry you. i love you, okay? i want to marry you."

"but... but the candles..." he whined and you kissed his beautiful, soft lips.

"we can do the candles. we will have a candle lit dinner on a beach at sunset and you will propose to me." you attempted to reassure him.

"that sounds like an awful idea." he laughs and you smile at the sound. "the dinner, not the proposal." he clarified. "but... wouldn't it be weird? me proposing to you and you already know it's coming?"

"not really. it'll be like our wedding... you will see me walking down the isle, we say our vows and i do, and then you may kiss the bride! wow! we're married. relax, it's no different."

"naaah, i got a feeling it's gonna be weird. me reciting a speech and you already know I'm gonna ask you to marry me..? yeah, it's definitely gonna be weird..."

"channn, stop overthinking it! just, make it a surprise. take me on multiple romantic dates to lower my expectations then BAM, propose, it'll totally be a surprise." you try to make some silly plan to try and reassure him once more.

"oh? that actually doesn't sound bad." he nods to himself as he comes up with some mischievous ideas. "yeah, and i could totally have my fun with this. on the first day, i could go on one knee and- and then tie my shoelaces... on the second, i could start reciting a speech from spider man and then—"

"yeahhhh, stop or i'll say no."

LINO (리노)

you and lee know have been together for about a year and a half but sue me, i think that when lee know is in love, he is in LOVE love and being your boyfriend isn't enough for him — he just wants to be able to fully call you his and raise many kittens together.

he doesn't have an extra-extra-extravagant plan or a clever ruse with all his friends in on it to get you to think that he doesn't want a marriage then dump the proposal on you when least expected. instead, he saves up some money, picks out a gorgeous diamond ring with han one day (in which he made han try out all the rings and have han pretend-proposed to him to see if it "feels" like the right ring), he keeps it safe on his person for a few weeks until he looks at you one night and decides that he'll propose.

"y/n," lee know says blankly as he watches you crouching in the corner of the room feeding dori some small cat food kibbles, and you hum out a response before turning to look at him. "do you wanna... go for a walk? " you seem a little taken aback by the suggestion, but you're not opposed to it.

"right now?" you ask for certainty and he nods. "okay, let me go get my coat."

as you make your way down the isolated, cool park path, the dim glow of street lamps aren't all that keep you company as a few stray cats occasionally dart past you. you count them out of boredom — 5, 6, 7. the empty surroundings create a calming yet slightly eerie atmosphere, you turn to lee know, rubbing your hands together for warmth. "why did you suddenly wanna get out?" you ask.

you observe him tenderly as he casts his gaze around the deserted area and the sky painted with stars above — the distant sounds of city traffic and sirens in the background add to the quiet intimacy of the moment, before he turns to look at you and your eyes meet. "y/n." the second time he said your name tonight felt more full of love than ever.

"hm?"

"there are so many cats out here."

"haha, yeah, i counted them. there were 7— oh, oh! there goes another one!" you point to a cat that begins walking toward you and you squat down and scratch his chin while he purrs. "lee know, there are 8 stray cats in the park, haha, maybe they should make a boy band..." you smile and turn to look up at him, but he's down on the floor with you — on one knee.

"y/n—"

"lee know." you interrupt him, losing your balance and stumbling, fixing your position, you sit back up and stay in your position in front of him. "...continue."

"y/n." he pauses and laughs at his own redundance, but also to distract himself from the tears that threaten to fall out of his eyes. "you... you're different." he chuckles once more, but this time, at his own words. "i haven't met anyone like you— agh, i didn't prepare a speech, i'm sorry if this comes out weird." you laugh as you tear up with him and sniffle and shake your head, reassuring him that it's okay, and to keep going.

the stray cat pushes his head into your thigh but you ignore him as you keep staring into lee know's eyes. "you're the only person i love and i will choose to love until the end of time... in weddings, they say "'til death do us part" but that won't be enough to stop me. i'll love you in the afterlife and in all of our next lives. even when i'm incapable of love, i will be sure to find you and love you all over again. just..." he pauses and looks away to stifle his tears, aggressively blinking and opening his eyes wide, he looks back at you like a maniac — sniffling and forcing a smile, eventually chuckling and going back to his normal expression.

"hey, you." he says aggressively as you smile through your tears, watching him take the small, wooden carved and painted strawberry box from the pocket of his coat.

you look at him "what?" you ask, laughing.

"wanna marry me?" he asks, opening the box in front of you and revealing the perfect ring.

you frantically nod and finally wipe your tears before you stand up. "yes! now get up here, you." you immediately pull him into a hug before he can fully stand and he kisses you on your cheek, then your lips.

BINNIE (비니)

changbin is also a romantic man. like i said, SUE ME. when he loves, he spreads it like there is no tomorrow, and if you are his special someone, he will LOVE YOU LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW! it's like you're in your honeymoon phase all the time and you're never tired of him. every day a new experience, a new love that you both know will last for ever and ever. fights never last, you always compromise, jokes are well taken, and you two are practically built for each other.

changbin has no idea how he would go about proposing to you — you have been dropping hints recently and he has no idea how to react to them because he knows that you know that he knows. he hasn't even bought a ring yet! he's in misery in his desk, handngoing through his hair as he browses through the internet with the other, searching up what to do in this kind of situation but they all felt wrong to him. he knows he has to be authentic and do what changbin would do. he turns off his phone and stands up with a tut.

it's perfect! you had a small party planned for your second anniversary and all the members of stray kids will be there and a few close friends — he will do it there since he knows how much you enjoy being the center of attention and all that. maybe you planned the party to give him an opportunity to propose??? aghh, but not before picking out the perfect ring which took hours of research, please give the man a break! (nah, it's not your fault, you're perfect.) he always wanted to marry you but you were so eager that it stressed him out ㅠㅠ

at the event, he was so nervous he thought about calling it a day early — he would act unbothered but it wasn't a good look on him and everyone was suspicious. he realized that night that he didn't have to hide it from everyone else, just you. all the members know now and and they totally support him!!! ("finally, after all the hints they dropped i didn't think you had the balls.") a bead of sweat drops from changbin's temple as he watches bang chan giving opening remarks to the guests. he hasn't been this nervous even when he goes on stage to perform for stays. bang chan said that once he gives the opening remarks, changbin would go on stage after him and recite his speech.

step-by-step, he walked to the front of the crowd and took the microphone from chan, he looks around the room and your eyes meet — he watches as i.n and seungmin forcibly push you to the center of the crowd and he has half a mind to tell them off later. his eyes are locked on your form and ah... he realizes that there is nothing to be nervous about. he loves you and wants to marry you and you will obviously say yes. he clears his throat in the mic and licks his lips.

"good evening! so, i'm speaking here in front of you all because... ah, i'd like to take a moment to talk about the miracle happened two years ago today..." he looks into your eyes and you smile, he finally breaks contact with you and looks around the room. "the day when flirting and attraction became the lifelong commitment i didn't know i yearned for and needed... the day where everything from then on just skyrocketed, the day i became more supported than ever, the day i learned that there was so much more love and laughter to share — the thing that happened that day was my relationship with y/n. there hasn't been a day that goes by that i haven't thought about you," he finally looks at you, his smile uncontained.

"you're perfect, y/n, come forward." he says. you nervously look around the room before you walk toward him — he wants to be able to watch you walk down the isle just like that. once you're in front of him, he puts the microphone down on the nearest surface and fixes the lapels of his jacket. without any words, he takes both of your hands in his, lifting the left one and kissing the knuckles as he gets down on one knee and looks into your eyes.

you can't say you're surprised. (the crowd is, though.)

your smile is so wide as you watch him take out the cutest pink velvetty box from his jacket and open it, revealing the perfect ring! you shake your head. "OF COURSE I'LL MARRY YOU, YOU CRAZY BASTARD! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!" you pull him up and hit his chest. "do you have any idea how long i've been waiting for you to ask?" you begin tearing up. "the only reason i planned this party is so you could propose to me, if you weren't going to, i would do it instead!"

changbin laughs heartily and gently slips the ring onto your finger before pulling you close for a tender kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist in a warm embrace — the crowd erupts into loud cheers and applause as they share in the joyous moment.

JINNIE (지니)

it was late at night when hyunjin texted you to come visit him in the dance studio — he had been working on what he called a "personal project" these past few weeks, but he wouldn't tell you the details and tonight he said he wanted to show you, so of course, you visited him and made sure to bring some takeout from a 24 hour ramen restaurant near the building.

as you entered the room, he was laying down on the ground browsing through his apps, legs flailing in the air, and he turned to look at you. "ah! come in, hurry." he said, placing his phone down immediately getting up, running toward the speaker in the corner of the room.

"what's the rush?" you asked, placing the food down by the door.

"sit." he said as he turned the speaker on and the voice filled the room 'ze bluetoos zeveyes is connectidough successfulaye' hyunjin grabs his phone from the floor and you sit down. "so, the thing i was working on... it's a performance. and i, it's just a demo right now, changbin helped me produce it... and i choreographed the dance."

you couldn't help but mutter under your breath, "that sounds quite challenging..." hyunjin's passionate nature had always been one of the things you appreciated most about him throughout your long relationship, and it added even more depth and intensity to your connection. "are you gonna show me what you got down so far?" you ask and he nods.

"yes, i've been working really hard and i want to see your reaction."

"okay! but may i ask what this project is for..?" you attempt to push it.

he pauses for a moment, thinking about it. "you'll see." he gives you his phone. "i'll get in position, you click play."

you murmur a soft "okay" and casually take hold of his phone from his hands, watching as he assumes the right stance. pressing play, you unleash the music, filling the quiet room with its measured rhythm. the tempo is slow and soothing, with a gentle instrumental that exudes a sense of love. is this what love sounds like?

your gaze is fixed on his every movement, slow and precise, each one perfectly timed to the beat of the song and the lyrics came in, hyunjin's gentle vocals never failed to amaze you — of course it was a love song — the lyrics spoke to you just as his dancing did, your favorite part was when he dropped to his knees and spins toward you, his hand meeting your chin and gently pulling it up so you're looking into his eyes.

that split second in which your eyes met his you felt like he was trying to tell you something, but he didn't have to. as hyunjin said, the song was only a demo and you could feel it coming to an end, he stands up and walks around your sitting form. the song ends with the lyrics "y/n, will you marry me?" and you feel him tap your shoulder twice from behind you.

slowly, you turn around and there is a ring in his fingers as he kneels on one knee. you burst into tears and cover your face with both of your hands. "hyunjin-ah!" you yell and he just laughs, slightly melancholic as he contains the tears in his eyes. "how could you do this to me? i came here in sweats and without preparing at all, i could've done so much better. this is not how i want to remember our engagement." you sob, and he just chuckles more, forcing your hands off of your face and wiping your tears himself.

"y/n, don't leave a man hanging."

"with that proposal? who could say no? i have no choice but to marry you!" you envelop him in a warm embrace, your lips meeting in a tender kiss. as you both rise to your feet, the kiss continues, with him eventually pulling back slightly. a soft smile dances on his plump lips.

"y/n, i love you," he murmurs, his pouting lips expectantly awaiting your response. you smile lovingly and tilt your head, the affection between you palpable

"i love you more..."

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I haven't written anything for like, a week now? I mean, nothing substantial. I started this 4 or 5 days ago and dropped it until this morning where I finished the last 3-5 pages. Anyway. I never write "Asshole Draken" because I really just don't see him pullin' that shit. But we all have bad days. And I guess this was one of his. But don't worry, it turns out so, so good (I think).

C/W ::: Asshole Draken x F.Reader, saying mean shit to each other, without saying too much, he gets a teeny itty bitty bit physical with her but that's all. He doesn't hit her so don't be completely deterred by this if that's what you were thinking. Uh, M->F and F->M Oral. Slight face-fucking, name calling (but it's ... ok? Idfk. Shut up.) I proofed this once cuz I got a sick kid that wants me to play roblox with her so I gotta go do that. If I missed anything shoot me a message and I'll check it out. I hope you guys like this!!

WC ::: 3,314 *roughly 8 pages on Google Docs* Sorry not sorry it's so fucking long.

He sat in the corner of the garage, working in near total silence on his bike. 

You came over today because he invited you. You thought it was going to be fun, sitting in there with him while he fiddled away with the machine. Boy, were you wrong. 

He was quiet for the most part. But when he did speak, he had nothing nice to say to you. He was really short for someone who was so much fucking taller than you.

You looked over at him, watching as he pulled the old engine out of the bike. He had a rag in his mouth and grease on his face. His hair was messy and his eyes were focused on the task at hand. You admired that determination. Still, you couldn't figure out what the hell his problem was.

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest. A question sat on the tip of your tongue, threatening to pass the closed threshold of your lips and enter the shared space. God you wanted to talk to him. Maybe you could help him find out what was wrong with the bike. You knew a thing or two about mechanics. Sure, not as much as he did. But a second set of eyes and hands rarely did more damage.

But then, the question died on your tongue. Because you knew why he didn't want your help. You're not even sure he wanted you there. You stood and headed toward the door to the house. Then and only then, did he finally speak up.

"The fuck you goin'." He said quietly.

You turned around and glared at him. "What?"

He set down his tools and pulled the rag out of his mouth. "Said, where you going? You're supposed to be helping me. You said you’d come over today so you could fucking help me with this goddamn thing."

"Helping you? Helping ...? Ken, you won't so much as even look at me. You haven't smiled at me, you barely said hi when I got here. And you're pissed at me?"

Ken stood up and walked over to you, towering over you as he wiped the grease off his hands. "I asked you for help and you said yes. I didn't ask you to just sit there and look pretty. Speakin' of, what the hell you wearing today, anyway? Is this supposed to be cute or somethin'?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I am just here to look pretty, Ken. I'm not here to do anything else. I'm not here to actually do anything."

Ken took a step back and scoffed. "Are you serious right now? Are you really just gonna act like this? You don't wanna be here. I can see that. You can leave, g'head. Get out."

You stepped away from him and squared your shoulders. "Fffffine." You challenged. "Your wish is my command, my King." Turned away from him now, you muttered under your breath what a dick he was being and how you didn't know for sure if he wanted your help today with this. If you had known, you wouldn't have dressed the way you did.

"Sorry? Did'n hear ya jus’ now. What was that?" He said it louder than he needed to. 

You spun around and met his gaze with your own. "I said, you're being a dick."

"Well, if the shoe fits, babe. And you're being a bitch. So, let's just wear these shoes, eh?" He shot back. “Let’s wear these shoes and jus’ walk away from each other.”

You were both silent for a moment. The air between you thick with tension. You could feel the anger bubbling up inside of you. Who the hell was he to speak to you like that? You came here to see him and he was treating you like shit.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to hit him. But you didn't.

Instead, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the garage, slamming the door behind you. He yelled at you to come back but you ignored him. You were done. Done with his shitty attitude and his shitty behavior.

Grabbing your jacket and your purse from the couch, you threw them both on and headed for the front door. You could hear his footsteps coming from the laundry room into the kitchen and sooner than you expected, they were right behind you.

"Jus’ gonna leave, huh?" He growled. "That's it? You're gonna walk out of here and leave me to finish this stupid fuckin' thing on my own?"

"You don't want my help, Ken! You don't even want me here right now! You've made that painfully obvious. So ... yeah. Yeah. I'm going to go. And you can call Mikey and have him suck you off while you two idiots do whatever it is that you do when you're toget---"

He grabbed you by the jaw and brought his face down to yours. "You … don't fuckin' talk to me like that. You understand? You're the only one who sucks this cock. An' right now I feel like you should be doin' a lot more of that than mouthin' off to me the way ya are. Gettin' on my las' fuckin' nerve righ' now, princess."

You looked up at him, shoving his hand away from you. "Ken." You said softly.

He pulled his hand away from your face and took a step back. "Mm? ... Ya got somethin' to say? There's a surprise."

You shook your head and bit your bottom lip. "I'm ... I didn't mean to ..."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you're ... what? You're sorry now? You always know the right things to say to me at the right times, don't ya? Yeah, yeah ya do."

You nodded. "Yeah. I guess."

He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "So, what? You're gonna come back ...? You gonna help me with this goddamn thing like I wanted ya to? You think I want you here now after ya actin’ like such a shit?"

"Oh my fucking god, Ken. Make up your mind, would you? This conversation is like watching someone on a swing that's out of control. I don't know which way to look and I'm getting nauseous. Just fuckin’ …tell me what you want." You rolled your eyes so hard at him it felt like you pulled a muscle in your socket.

"Tch. There go ya world famous eye rolls again. You look like ya do when 'm fuckin' ya real good. You're good at those." He smirked. "You're so goddamn dramatic. Always making a scene. Just come back here and help me with this thing. I'll even let you hold my big, heavy tools, k, princess?"

You stood there, arms crossed over your chest. You were ready to throw hands with him if he said anything else. But he didn't.

Instead, he walked over to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. He kissed the top of your head down to your neck and whispered an apology. You could feel his breath on your skin and his body pressed against yours. You couldn't believe he was acting like what happened didn’t just happen between the two of you. 

"What the hell was that, Ken? You're such a ... a ... an asshole!"

He chuckled softly and kissed you on the lips. "I'm sorry, baby. You're right. I am an asshole. But you make me crazy, ya know? Ya little hissy fits irritate the shit out of me sometimes 'n I just explode."

You shook your head. "I don't want to be the one who makes you explode, Ken. Not like that, anyway." You giggled. "That's not why I came over today. I came here to help you. But I didn't even get the chance to. You didn’t give me the chance to. You were in a bad mood when I got here."

"We’ll get back in there and you can hold my tools like you always do. And I'll show ya what to do. Deal?" He looked down at you with a soft smile.

You smiled back. "Deal."

"Think you needa learn a little lesson about how you need to not take that bitchy ass little tone with me, hah? Follow me, now."

You watched Ken walk away and disappear around the corner into his bedroom for a second before what he was implying was registering in your brain.

"Oh. OH, shit." You caught up to him and found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his coveralls pulled down to his waist, he was leaning back on his hands. A vicious smirk set on his lips.

"Yeah, 'Oh shit.' Come here, brat." He reached back and took his hair out of its braid and tossed the tie onto the bed.

You walked over and stood between his legs. His hands were on your hips, gently caressing the  silky fabric of your dress. You were already wet for him and he knew it. It was written all over your face. The way your hips swayed when he touched you. 

"'M sorry I said what I said about what you're wearing today. You look really fuckin' sexy. It's distracting. I think you should take it off f'me." He gestured his hands downward, "C'mon. Get outta it."

You smiled and slid the straps off your shoulders one at a time. Then you slipped the dress down to your ankles, exposing your tits and pussy to him.

“No panties today, hm? You really had no idea I wan’ned your help with the bike?” His eyes were glued to your body. He stared at the roundness of your belly, rubbing it with the palms of his hands, sliding them around to the fattest part of your ass. He squeezed it gently and pulled you toward him, placing kisses on your stomach, moving down to your pussy.

His stubble tickled your skin as he kissed you. You sighed as he slipped his hands between your thighs and spread your legs apart a little more.

"What's this?" He dipped his fingers into your pussy and pulled them out, pressing them against his thumb again and again, holding them up to your face to show you how wet you were - like you were completely unaware of it at this point.

"You know what that is, dummy." You threw your head back, forcing your chest out a little bit more.

He laughed. "Yeah, I know what that is. What I don't know is why. Why ya so goddamn wet when you were just so fuckin' angry with me a minute ago. You like it when I yell at ya?" He was teasing, you knew he was. But his expression was anything but playful.

You shrugged. "It's not like I want you to be mean to me, Ken. But, I do … I kinda like the way you get when you're mad. It's ... hot."

Ken rolled his eyes. "Of course, course ya like it ... little freak like that. Just like when I fuck you hard and call you names." He licked his fingers and grabbed up your ass with a loud smack, making you yell out and jump closer to him.

You nodded. "I can't help it. I like it. And now? Well, now I know you like it too. You wanna fuck me like that, don't you? Fuck me hard and make me scream? Tell me what a perfect little slut I am for you? Tell me what a horny little bitch in heat I am? Fuck, Ken." You lowered yourself down and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. You could feel his hard cock strain against his clothes and he winced as you ground against it.

"Can't help it. You look at me an’I get wet sometimes. Can't fucking stop it. It's like my body is under your control." You whispered. "You know what I like."

He looked up at you with a wicked grin on his face. "Yeah, I know what you like. You like to be told what to do. You like to be bossed around. You like when I put you in your place, princess. An' I'm gonna do that. Righ’ now."

He stood, hoisting you up with him and turned around. Facing the bed, he lowered you down onto it. "Fuckin' slut. Startin' a fight with me just to get this cock. Tch. You asked for it, sweetheart. Fuckin' asked for it today ... 'n you're gonna get it." He shoved his coveralls down the rest of the way, leaving his boxers on and climbed down between your knees, kissing your thighs softly.

He rubbed your pussy with his fingers, ghosting them around your clit, teasing you, making you buck your hips up into his hand. He held your legs down with his other hand and sneered. "Did I tell you to fuckin' move like that?"

You raised your head off the pillow and looked at him, "N-no. Didn't."

"Sorry? N-no? N-no WHAT?" He mocked.

"NO SIR, you didn't tell me to move like that. 'M sorry." You smiled.

"Good girl ... learnin' fast. I like that. Good fuckin' girl. Keep it up, keep learning, keep behaving for me." He leaned down and kissed your pussy softly, moaning quietly into you.

"Hngh, fuck, Ken. Wanna move, please lemme move!"

"Mm-mm. No. Did'n tell ya to, did I? Hold the fuck still, princess." He smiled that smile at you and you could feel your cunt clench up immediately.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Ken." You whined. "I w-, I want it, fuck, please."

He sat up and shook his head. "Nah, nah. Not yet. You're gonna have to wait for it. Be patient."

You groaned and slammed your head back down onto the pillow. "Ken, please. I can't wait. Please, please, please ... fuck you. Holy shit."

He laughed harder than you thought he should have. "F- ... fuck me? You come over here and get all uppity and have the audacity to say that to me. Goddamn it. I don't understand why you keep making me teach you these lessons, baby girl. It's like you need to be taught the same shit over 'n over 'n over again."

You couldn't speak. You could barely breathe. You were so worked up and so ready for him to fuck you relentlessly. But he wouldn't. Not yet. You had to wait. And that was driving you crazy.

"Fuck, Ken. PLEASE. Please fuck me, fuck me. I wanna ... ngh ... you ... so fucking bad. Please, fuck. Ken. PLEASE." You begged.

He chuckled and stood up, motioning for you to take his boxers and pull them down. "Fine, fine. Since you asked so nicely." Take 'em off." You sat up and pushed his boxers down with both of your hands and kissed your way down his abdomen until they were all the way off and his cock slapped against your chin.

You took it into your mouth and sucked on it, swirling your tongue around the tip and then taking as much of it down your throat as you could.

"Fuck, fuck ... that's it, that's it ... suck that cock, suck thatttt cockkkk baby." Ken growled. He pulled your hair back and held it tight in his fist, moving your head up and down on his cock. You moaned and choked, your eyes watering as he fucked your face.

"Mmmm, fuck, you like that, don't you? Like when I fuck this pretty little face of yours. Fuck, it's so fuckin' perfect. Fuck, baby. Look at me, look at me." He lifted your chin and forced you to make eye contact with him. He groaned as you whimpered.

He let go of your hair and backed away from you, standing at the edge of the bed. "Get over here."

You crawled over to him and sat up on your knees in front of him, waiting for him to tell you what to do next.

"Suck that cock s'more, baby. I want to see that make-up fucking ruined on that sweet face of yours."

You took him back into your mouth and sucked him harder, faster. You moaned and whimpered as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

"Good girl, g-hah fuck-good fucking girl. Righ' there righ' there righ' there FUCK ... fuck yes."

He held your hair back and thrust into your mouth, making you gag a little on it. You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face. His eyes were closed and he was panting heavily. He was close. You knew he was close. You felt his cock begin to twitch against your tongue as you doubled-down on your efforts. 

He pulled out of your mouth and turned you around, bending you over the edge of the bed. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your pussy, teasing you, making you moan and cry out for him.

"Ken, Ken ... ple- goddamn it! Ken, pleeeaaase." You whined.

"Mm-hm mm-hm, beg for it, bitch."

You both stopped and stared at each other when he said that.

It kind of surprised you. The both of you.

He furrowed his brows and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He couldn't think of anything to say after that.

You had never been more turned on than at that moment.

You jumped up and quickly positioned yourself over his cock, sitting down just enough that you were sure he could feel you as much as you could feel him. Both of you pulsing over the touch of the other.

"Ken, Ken ..." you whined against his lips.

He kissed you and pushed your head back with his hand, forcing you to look up at him. "Mmm, fuck, baby. What do you want? Tell me what you want, slut."

You moaned at that and sunk yourself down onto his cock, taking him all in at once. "Wan' this, fuck ... wan' you s'bad."

"Yeah, yeah ... you fuckin' do. You want me to fuck you so hard you can't fuckin' move anymore. That's what you want, right? That's what you want, sweetheart."

It was not a question. He flipped you over and onto your back and he began fucking you at a brutal pace. "Fuckin' wanna get wrecked by this dick. Gonna get so fucked out you can't do anything but drool. Fuckin' slut. Fuck ... fuck yes."

You could barely speak. You couldn't form a coherent thought. All you could do was moan and whimper and whine.

He fucked you so hard and so fast, you weren't sure how he was able to keep going. He leaned down and kissed you, his tongue in your mouth, his cock in your pussy. It was bliss.

You screamed out and he bit your bottom lip, growling at you, "Fuck! Fuckin' love it when you scream like that, baby. Keep doin' it, keep cryin' 'bout how good I fuckin' feel n’side of you."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him for dear life as he fucked you into oblivion. He was relentless and unforgiving. You could feel him tense up and you knew he was about to cum.

He groaned loudly and thrust into you a few more times. You could feel his cum rush into your deepest places. He collapsed on top of you and you both gasped for air.

"Holy shit, Ken. Jesus fuck." you said through deep breaths.

"Right." He chuckled. "Gonna have to be an asshole more often."

You reached down and pinched his ass between your thumb and index finger.

"Hey! The hell ...?" He kissed the tip of your nose. "Did'n mean it. I know better 'n that."

"Yeah, don't forget who this pussy is attached to, princess." You laughed and shoved him off of you so you could help him finish the work on the bike before the day was over.

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