#they looked into the same eyes and yet pump was the only one who saw the beyond?!

[satans--muse]

i set up my camera, pinch my left nipple and play the most disgusting porn i could find online on my tv. my hand traveled in between my legs as i try turning myself on. ugh i don't wanna do it right now but not like i have a choice, sluts can't be choosers. so i try my best to get horny. let's just get over with it already.

i finally open the porn web and turn the camera on. i was only wearing a mini school skirt with no undies. i tried my best to fake a smile as i welcome the viewers. my eyes stuck at the rising digits before i see the comments: "hurry up, slut. fuck yourself" "c'mon don't make us wait" "yeah? is the little whore finally back after a week?" "i wish i could abuse her tight holes right now"

i sigh realizing I'd never mean anything more than a set of holes for them to get off to. putting on my doll face i say "welcome everybody. i don't intend to make y'all wait for long."

i pinch the same nipple and lift my tiny skirt, revealing my dry holes. i spit on my fingers before rubbing them against my cunt. i hum, trying to make it look like i wanted it until i read a particular comment that said "awe so dry? should i come over to warm up your holes? i think i should." i frown yet decide to ignore it. whoever it is, they probably don't mean it, i tell myself.

but that was only until i hear footsteps in my apartments. my head jerks towards the door of my bedroom, while my fingers continued anxiously and aggressively pumping in and out of my pussy. an audible gasp excapes my lips as the door pushed open, revealing my ex boyfriend. no, it can't be.

"what the fuck!?" i glance at the live chat before looking at him again. i saw him take his gun out and shoot at the wall. shit he looked mad.

with a flinch I covered my ears with my hands involuntarily. i saw him shut my laptop and throw my camera away and before i could even realize it he was forcing me down to gag on his familiar cock. "you are actually a whore, aren't you? selling yourself now that you lost the pocket money i used to give huh?" he wasn't expecting a response, not with his big hands choking me on his cock. i slap his thighs, trying to tell him that i couldn't breath but the only reaction i could get out of him was his twitching cock. he finally pushed me away, on the bed and tore the little skirt apart as i cried out in horror "please. i don't want this." i try convincing him to stop but he was only focused on my pussy, i doubted he even realized i was saying something. with his index and middle fingers of both hands he painfully pushed my vulva lips apart before shoving three of his fingers in. "cry." he ordered. i was already on the verge of tears as they finally spill. i saw his cock harden as soon as i sobbed.

he forced three orgasms out of me in almost 20 minutes, and my once dry pussy was now soaked and dripping. he reminded me of who i actually was. a whore. his whore. i wasn't even resisting any longer, knowing it was no use and he was too big and strong for me to handle.

the next thing i remember is waking up with something dripping from in between my legs, it took me a few moments to recover the memories of last night. fuck i definitely passed out last night. what happened after that!? i had no idea until i saw the amount of semen dripping out of my pussy. that can't be one man's doing, there were multiple. who were they? I'd never know cause he was gone after getting what he was here for. all i could do was think who it could have been, his friends? my dad or brother? my co-workers? his co-workers? I'd never know.

[the-blathermouth]

I swear this blue eyes thing with pump drives me mad every year

[vanillakook]

THE ROOMMATE ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: your hot roommate brings out the dirtiest side of you

parings: roommate!jk x pervy!roommate!reader

warnings: mature language and content, spying, solo masturbation, lewd thoughts, slight jealously, underwear stealing, abnormal behavior (on both parts) mentions of pillow humping, wet dreams, fantasies, etc.

genre: smut, drabble

word count: 660

a/n: quick little one shot as a thank you for all the love you’ve been showing me, i promise to keep writing the filthiest works for you guys <3

pervy!roommate!reader who has jungkook completely fooled. he thinks his cute housemate is so innocent. what he doesn’t know is that you’re a deranged slut that’s been yearning for him since you’ve laid eyes on him.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s attraction to jungkook starts off as something sane. your behavior progresses into stuffing your pussy to the thought of him, stealing his used boxers and trotting around in them when he’s not home, and staining the same pillows he lays his head on with your sticky cum.

pervy!roommate!reader who goes brain dead whenever jungkook is speaking to her. whether it’s about your half of the rent or what groceries you want him to go get, the only thing you can think about his having his dick down your throat.

pervy!roommate!reader who wakes up with her panties clinging to her pussy from the wet dreams she has about jungkook, desperately wishing to make the images of getting destroyed by him into a reality. every morning is a constant routine of rubbing your sensitive clit, hoping he’s listening to your soft cries for him on the other side.

pervy!roommate!reader who feels like she hits the jackpot when she catches jungkook fisting his huge cock in his room. the door is cracked open just the right amount to where she can spy. it’s so wrong to invade his privacy, she has time to walk away, to shut his door even. instead she feels her fingers creeping up to cup her breast, rolling it around while her teeth sink into her bottom lip. this could be her moment, her chance to finally relieve his dick that looks like it’ll burst any second if it doesn’t have a cunt squeezing around it. instead she falls back, rubbing one out while watching him before going back to bed.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s visibly upset every time jungkook brings a girl over, dramatically slamming her bedroom door and making noises around the apartment to disturb him and his company. suddenly she needs jungkook for every little issue she has which causes his little hookup to dip out on him. he’d be more upset if his roommate wasn’t enough eye candy for him to get off to alone. either way he’s satisfied.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s scent on jungkooks pillows doesn’t go unnoticed. he’s breathing you in every night in the spot where he lays his head. your aromas make his dick stand up, aching and hurting from neglect. he could call someone over, he has girls lined up and waiting for him. yet the only thing that sounds satisfying is his pretty little roommate. he thinks he’s going crazy when he hears your small pants and moans of his name with the wet, sloppy sounds of your cunt following after.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s panties start going missing and popping up with globs of white substances in them and notices her roommate avoiding her more often. jungkook is suddenly too busy to hang out and too busy to have dinner with you. jungkook starts getting risky, leaving his door open while pumping his cock. he only does it when you’re not home, just in hopes that you’d walk in and drop to your knees when you saw him struggling to cum without your touch.

pervy!roommate!reader who’s nerves are running rampant at her and jungkooks game of cat and mouse. when he sends her a “we need to talk” text various scenarios and thoughts begin to go through her head. yet nothing could prepare her for jungkook’s distressed expression as she sits in front of him on the sofa and he runs a tired hand over his face while hovering over her. her eyes widen, watching the bulge in his pants grow to an inhuman size. and she sure as hell wasn’t prepared for his next proposal, something she thought she’d never hear from him.

“doll, as much as i love licking your slick off my pillows how about you use my cock from now on? yeah?”

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[nottsangel]

— artrick and camgirl!reader ੈ♡˳

moodboard

it began as just a quick way to make some extra money during college and nothing more than that. you were a bit apprehensive at first, aware of the risks and consequences of someone finding you, but eventually, you started to find joy in it, especially because you received a lot of attention— even more than the other girls on the same website. people, who where mostly older men, started to like you, and money began to pour in like never before. but no matter what, you had to keep it a secret from everyone.

yet, patrick who scours the whole internet for porn that matches his specific taste, managed to unexpectedly find you while you were live. he almost couldn’t believe his eyes— his best friend, with her legs spread wide as she touched herself and loud moans escaped her mouth. and god, the way you moaned sounded so angelic, with your pretty, soft lips parted in ecstasy. he simply had no other choice— he had to tell art.

“i swear to god patrick, i don’t wanna see those golden shower porn videos again.” “just, trust me, you’re gonna wanna see this.” patrick insisted as he opened his laptop. he glanced at the time. 10 pm. that was usually when you came online on thursdays, because yes, patrick had already watched you so many days in a row, he memorised your streaming schedule. “who are these girls?” art questioned with a raised brow, puzzled as to why patrick would show him random camgirls, until he noticed he noticed you— fully naked while you held a vibrator against your swollen clit, causing his eyes to widen as he leaned closer to the laptop screen. “holy… fuck.” “yup. i know.”

and that’s how it all began. now, every day right before you would come online, patrick and art would sit impatiently next to each other on the bed, eagerly waiting for you to go live. “you think she’ll use that pink dildo again?” art asked patrick with clammy hands resting on his knees. “god, i hope so. that one’s my favourite.” and when you finally appeared on screen, a smirk spread simultaneously across both boys’ faces as they stared mesmerised at the screen, quickly adjusting their positions as their pants grew uncomfortably tight.

it was somewhat odd— it almost felt like video calling with you, as if you were touching yourself just for them, until they were hit with the harsh reality of the comments and countless men thirsting over you. the wave of comments flooding in during your streams, especially when you would interact with them, evoked a complex mix of emotions in patrick and art. they were consumed by jealousy— they wanted you for themselves, and they hated the fact that others could see what they saw. “jesus, these men are fucking desperate.” art exclaimed while reading the quick-paced comments with an unamused face. patrick shook his head in disapproval as he let out a chuckle. “i bet they’re all jerking off while watching her, fucking creeps.”

and ultimately… they found themselves becoming what they once criticised the most, as they’re now shoulder to shoulder in art’s stanford dorm room, hands tightly wrapped around their throbbing erections as they pumped it quickly. “this, uhm… this isn’t weird, right?” art questioned, his breaths coming in quick pants as your moans echoed through the shitty speakers of his cheap laptop. “no, no… i mean, we’re looking at her, right? nothing weird about that.” patrick reassured art as his eyes stayed fixed on your movements, and art nodded in agreement.

and even now, as they masturbated not only on their own to you but together, while watching you strip and bring yourself to your orgasms over and over again, they still hung out with you as usual. you noticed a change in their behaviour though— you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but they seemed more, nervous around you. you brushed it off quickly though, thinking it was just you. but little did you know they were indeed nervous to be around you now, as their eyes scanned every inch of your body covered in clothing, knowing that they had seen all of it— all of you, naked.

“do you… do you think we should tell her? that we know?” patrick asked art as they were once again, sitting in art’s dorm room, their hands lazily pumping their cocks. soft fucks and oh my gods slipped from your lips and resonated through the room along with the buzzing sound of your rose toy, which was the usual on fridays. “i mean, yeah, we should, eventually. maybe… uhm, next week… or something.” “yeah, yeah. next week.”

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[satoruhour]

I’m a satoru girl through and through but….I saw this headcanon post on tiktok saying that geto would grip the head board with one hand…and I’ve never been the same.

a/n: this got a little kick to it ngl! a little half assed bc i havent been writing properly these few days and rather just rambling. tagging my geto fuckers @na-t0 @crysugu @slttygeto

warnings: fem!reader, reader has a hand kink, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, sex in geto’s parents’ house, finger sucking, n*sfw under the cut

anyone who’s met geto suguru knows he has pretty hands and arms. when he explains the differences between his curses, you’re only looking at his hands, at how he summons them and absorbs them back into his being. when geto drives, the way his muscles tense and release against the black shirt make you clench your thighs together.

the winning thing to finally get you to release a breath is the hand on your thigh, squeezing and feeling around. it’s routine. he’s always done it, but you aren’t sure why the feeling is so vivid now.

“what is it, darling? you keep sighing.” your boyfriend’s eyes are still on the road, unaware of your predicament before he finally has the chance to turn to you: all hot and bothered and heaving. “are you okay? we can turn back around if you’re feeling nervous.”

you were meeting his parents, of course you were nervous! but all you do is reassure him with a hand to his and a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

but dinner is as difficult as it is — “suguru, may i have a tissue?” his mother calls out, not wanting to bother you even though you were closer to the tissue box. geto reaches over your plate with an apology, muscled arm right up to your face that you suck in a breath. your lover takes four prawns, but you already know he’s on his way to peel two for you.

he digs at the prawn’s skin and pulls, rips out the legs and takes off the head, not even hearing his father’s question about what you’re majoring in because you were too hyper-fixated on suguru’s fingers. you pray that he never finds out about this, but he manages to tease it out of you later in his bedroom which his parents have kept clean. the bed fits you perfectly fine, geto’s fingers try their best.

“this why you were so distracted this evening?” geto laughs into your skin, enjoying the shyness you’re exhibiting. even now, you’re trying to hide the way your eyes flicker to his hands that pump in and out of you, mewling into your shirt.

“y—yeah . .” you mumble, grasping at his biceps to be close to geto.

he coos, “oh, baby . . could’ve just said so.” he indulges you, leaning forward to kiss you as his fingers move at a lazy pace, strictly for stretching you out before you’re left empty. you’re no stranger to geto’s cock, and yet the size always takes your breath away.

“now . . gotta be quiet, ya hear me?” geto nudges his tip past your folds and you’re taking quick breaths. you can barely hold his stare, legs coming around to hug his waist. “don’t want my parents hearing how the sweet girl they met just now is actually a filthy little thing.”

you nod.

“tha’s a good girl . .” geto sucks in a breath when he comes right up to the hilt and he thinks he might just cum with how much you’re clenching around him. you’re always so good to him, so pliant and so caring, little broken sputters of his name leaving your lips.

“su— gu— ru—!” he makes a statement with every accurate thrust, threatening you to let out louder sounds than now. he’s so so afraid of his parents walking in, because despite his instructions, he’s not exactly following. his grunts are getting louder and spiralling into moans, not to mention, your pussy is just crying for him.

“you’re so— wet, sweetheart.” suguru drags a hand down to your clit and plays with it, making you arch your back off the sheets and grind your hips back onto his. he tuts. “aht! down, baby. i know you’re eager, but i want you to— f-fuck . . let me do all the work.”

geto smiles a little when you obey, purposefully flexing his arms a little more to wind you up. if the hand on your clit wasn’t enough, the other works its way up your body, spanning the beauty of your stomach and just feeling you. they trail up even more to your face where you lean into his touch and then they’re above you.

you make the mistake of glancing up, seeing how his grips his headboard so damn tightly it’s clear that your cunt is the only cunt to make him feel this way — his biceps tense and move together with the headboard, the uncomfortable squeaking definitely giving you two away. well, the sounds of his balls slamming into your ass was also another indicator, coupled with the squelching of your pussy.

“eyes up here, sweetheart.” you’re caught. again. there’s a smug smirk on his face at your clueless face, having no chance to apologise before he uses the hand on your clit and sticks his fingers in your mouth. you moan around them, grabbing on his wrist immediately to suck on them. geto twitches in you at the sight, rough thrusts stammering just a little and you give him a smile back.

geto chuckles, “what a slut.”

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[darelustt]

— ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ —

CHOSO KAMO , YOUR HORNY EX . ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

warning/what's included: cunnilingus, fingering, dom!choso, fem!reader, (slight mention of) edging, begging, swearing, praise kink, porn with some plot, implied multiple rounds, 2-4 finger fucking, somewhat of a size kink, NSFW ⭑｡𖦹°‧

summary: you and your lingering ex, choso kamo, are both pent up after months of not fucking after you two broke up. eventually, after a couple days of seeing you at the same cafe, he decides to be bold and beg for your pussy.

BE WARNED AND ENJOY ♡

the receptionist at the cafe glances at you and the man behind you, who just so happens to be your ex. it's almost as if the receptionist knows you're his ex; the way he looks at you, he can't get enough of you. you peek at him, taking in his deep, purple eyes and silky black hair. it's not often he keeps his hair down, but the way he looks is enough to get you so fucking wet. you quickly look back towards the receptionist and hesitantly order. as you sit down at a table, you notice choso orders a black coffee. so you know he's only there to either mess with you or stare at you. 

to be quite frank, these encounters were often, but it wasn't in a creepy way. you knew he was there because this cafe reminded him of you, while you both were still dating. you pretend to scroll on your phone, crossing your legs and trying to not look at him. 

the next thing you know, you see him walking up to your table, holding your order and his in hand. “baby,” he muttered. “i need to taste you again.” you look up at him, his face full of pure lust. 

you’re taken aback. well, you knew he loved the taste of you, but to come up to you and beg for it? it turned you on so fast. 

—

“take your clothes off, now,” he states, already hard from the thought of finally touching your swollen pussy again. how you're going to clench against his rough, calloused fingers. 

he’d been waiting for so long. it was torture to him. 

your clothes slide off of you, and you're kind of.. nervous seeing him in this way after so long. it was agonizing. staying without sex, without him eating you out so messily, it was so goddamn agonizing. but when the moment finally happens, you're already fantasizing about him. the way he's going to eat you out so desperately. so fucking dirty, thinking about him fingering you right in front of him. 

you saw how hard he was. it looked huge, there's no way that it wasn't painful for him. you would love to be in control, but you both were pent up, and there was no way of fucking him until he got what he wanted.

and what he wanted? it was to fuck you, harsh, with only his fingers. he knew before he even touched you with his dick, he was going to eat you out. he would, and will, make you cum several times before he pounded you senselessly. 

it was only a split second to you before he spread your legs eagerly, gingerly touching your cunt. he squished your plush thighs and smiled, looking up at you. your face was flushed with pink, embarassed seeing him in such a position, and you in a vulnerable one as well. his pink lips were already so eager to feel, to taste, to lick you. his gentle touch created sparks flying across your body. “god, do you know what you’ve done to me?” he murmured. sinking one thick finger inside you, he rasps, "your pussy is fucking mine,"  

you cry out, the sensation arching your back. he was already pumping only finger in and out of you, and you were already so weak. for him, for sex after so long.

before you knew it, three of his fingers were sharing the feeling of your walls, and it was so overwhelming. your pleasure was his, as both of your moans and whimpering were shared. your room amplified the heat of sex and volume of his hot and heavy breathing, yet it only turned you on even more. 

right before you were about to cum, he murmured, "you deserve this,"

"cho, wha-"

he slipped his fingers out quickly, and the feeling of your orgasm was lost. you moan either way from the fast motion, your walls clenching from the emptiness. "cho— what the f-fuck..?" you mumble, your mind dizzy and your pussy wet. 

"oh, my love," the dark-haired man leered at you. "did you think i'd let you have that sweet release that easily..?" he chuckled. "not after what you've done to me. not after the fact that i knew you fingered yourself thinking about me, even after we broke up," he slid 2 fingers inside you again, making you jolt from the sudden movement. 

"fuck!" you yell, gripping the ends of the couch. 

"yeah, scream for me, just like that," he moaned, slipping his thick fingers in and out of your walls.

"you feel so good, baby," he groaned against your thighs. "i know i'm not usually in control, but i fucking love when you clench by just my fingers," 

you whined, pushing his head closer to your thighs. 

"please," you begged, "fuck me,"

"not until i suck you dry, love. you know how much i want this," 

slipping two more fingers inside you, he continues, "do you fucking know, love?" 

fuck, it's too much. a moan escapes your mouth, rolling your eyes back so far it might as well be in your cranium. 

"oh god," the pleasure was too much to even think of. your arms shook, shockwaves of just pure horniness escaping your body through your mouth. you were turned so fucking stupid, just from his fingers. "ch-cho, please, y-yes,"

he left you a whimpering mess, and you fucking loved it. 

"do you know what you've done to me? i fuck myself thinking of you. playing with yourself for me. sucking me dry. using my pigtails as fucking handlebars. and fuck, even just you fully clothed," 

"cho, please," you beg. you could barely speak at all. you only ever thought of him and how he fucked you with just his fingers. "i-i'm gonna cum, please, choso," your words shook with ecstasy. 

"oh, baby," he smiles. "go ahead," he kept sliding his fingers inside of you, gradually going faster until you shook with overwhelming euphoria of sex.

“fuck, fuck, c-choso,” you whined. “oh my g-god,” 

choso grinned, gripping your shivering thighs. "oh, love," he groaned. "fuck, you look so beautiful, so vulnerable for me. my good girl,"

it’s the way you struggled and the way your knees buckled against him was already too much for him. he knew you loved it, you craved that shit. ever since you both broke up, you were fingering yourself to the thought of him. it was so wrong, but you knew he did it too. he just admitted that shit to you. and fuck, that made you more incredibly horny than you already are. 

you just couldn’t get enough of him. 

“ch- choso, oh my god,” you moan loudly. you shook, tugging his hair closer to your cunt. he smiled against your clit, licking the walls and holding your body in place with one hand. 

“you're taking me so good, baby,” he whispered into your inner thighs. “your pussy behaves so well for me,” he whispered as he started slurping and tightly holding on to your thighs for dear life.

“oh- oh my god,” you scream. “‘m cummin’, ch-choso, mngh,”

your orgasm was world-splitting. your legs shake crazily, cumming all over your ex's face, your screams bouncing off the edge of the living room walls.

“mmm, don’t worry, baby, i’ll clean you up,” your ex began wiping the cum off his face and you with his fingers while running his tongue along your throbbing cunt. it makes you shiver with pleasure, knowing he loves the way you taste, the way you moan, the way you tug his hair in pleasure. 

“the fucking things you do to me, baby,”

𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

a/n: i fucking LOVED writing dom!choso. let me know if ygs want anymore of just dom!choso i will gladly deliver :3 🩷 (also,, i mean if ur here reading this might as well like <3 love you)

[euthymiya]

hero’s compensation ft. diluc ragnvindr

in which you’re walking home, unaware of the news of a pesky samachurl that’s snuck into the city. luckily, the darknight hero is there to rescue you. except one thing: you didn’t expect him to be such a familiar face

contains: female reader ; childhood friends to lovers ; reader is attacked by a samachurl ; references to diluc’s story quest as the darknight hero ; so much tension lol ; lots of kissing ; confessions ; getting together ; this is a late bday offering for the first man that every genshin player falls for

in your defense, you hadn’t heard of the news to avoid this part of the city until the knights could take care of the little…threat that happens to lurk around the streets. you hadn’t noticed the samachurl at first—it noticed you, caging you with thorny vines in a small enclosure.

you’re doomed, you think—samachurls are small, yes, but still dangerous.

you dodge as the staff in its hand swings at you, a quick yet clumsy effort as you start to get tired. running away isn’t an option—not only because you’re trapped, but also because you wouldn’t want to risk bringing the monster deeper into the city. it’s rare for them to find their way past the gates, but it happens every once in a while. not often enough, however, that you’re prepared to handle this situation.

and then there’s a flash—something quick and sharp that swings past you towards the creature.

but unlike the samachurl’s staff, this particular object seems to purposely dodge you, hitting the creature square on its head as it stumbles back and shrieks. a dark (but very familiar) silhouette lunges past you, picking up what you realize is a claymore before swinging once more, the small body of the samachurl sent flying at the impact before slumping onto the ground, limp.

your hand is clutched to your heart, fisting at the material around your collar as you heave labored breaths, in and out. in and out. in and out.

it’s over. your savior is a man who vaguely tickles at a part of your brain incessantly, but you’re too busy with the adrenaline and fear pumping through your veins to fully grasp why that is just yet.

it’s not until a gloved hand settles on your shoulder and a voice calls to you, do you break out of your daze. “are you alright?” a low whisper asks you.

diluc. you look up, shocked and still slightly panicked as you blink at him. “wha—”

“this way! i saw a figure, i’m sure it’s the darknight hero for certain this time!”

the sound of footsteps and a distant voice interrupts you, and before you can figure out what’s happened, diluc has pulled you away, pressing you against the tight space between a stone wall and a staircase and caging you as the pounding footsteps run past you. he lets out a shaky sigh as the sounds become more and more distant, relief sagging into his shoulders once he’s sure the knights hadn’t seen you.

you’re not too worried about that, though. there are more pressing matters on your mind.

like that fact that he’s close. so close, that you can make out the small, ghost of a scar on his forehead from when you were kids. when he’d cut himself from the gravel as he chased after you and kaeya, fallen face first. you remember that day fondly—most of your memories with diluc are fond. some a little bittersweet, of course. long gone are the days where you could run freely with both brothers and have a good time, but memorable all the same.

the man you’ve grown up with is supposedly the same mysterious man you hear about whispered on the streets. the darknight hero—some praise him, in awe of his abilities and his work. others, not so much. the knights, for example, don’t take to his vigilante role too kindly.

you inhale sharply, still pressed close to him as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“so it’s you,” you murmur, stepping closer in the already tight enclosure and invading his space. he doesn’t mind, not really. it’s a slippery slope to press yourself against him like this, but you’ve never had a track record for taking easy routes.

“it’s me,” he confirms, eyeing you carefully, like he’s making sure that’s alright with you.

it is. nothing diluc does could be a problem for you, not when he’s saved your life and not when he’s so close you can practically feel him as he breathes in front of you.

“how did you know to find me?” you ask, looking him in the eyes until finally, he breaks, casting his gaze anywhere else but you as he clears his throat.

“i heard there was a samachurl in the area and—”

“diluc,” you say unimpressed, “i know you better than that.”

you know the answer. you know him better than anyone, in fact. you’ve grown up knowing him, knowing what he loves and hates. what makes him laugh and cry. the softness that still lingers underneath the hardened exterior that the world’s cruelty has layered over his innocence. nobody knows diluc like you do, just like nobody knows you like him.

he knew you were here, not because of some samachurl or some mild threat. you. because somehow, diluc has always made himself present, made himself available at even the most inopportune times when it comes to you.

that time you almost drowned at the lake by the winery as kids. that time you strayed too far and ran into a cryo slime by accident. that time you fell trying to pick grapes and twisted your ankle. that time you walked home late at night and got cornered by a drunk man from the tavern.

he’s always there, somehow, for some reason, always knows just when you need someone and makes sure it’s him who steps up to be the person.

“i was following you,” he admits, tense as he avoids your gaze.

“following me?” you gasp, “how scandalous! do you follow all young women as they walk the streets?”

“of course not,” he frowns, looking mildly bewildered, “i was following you.”

“i see,” you nod slowly, “worried i was incapable of walking myself home, were you?”

neither of you mention that you were incapable of walking yourself home tonight. his face twists into a sheepish expression as he rubs his neck awkwardly.

“it’s not that i find you incapable—i just…it’s just a precautionary measure for the sake of ensuring—”

“oh diluc, would it kill you to say you were worried about me?” you snort.

“quit being difficult,” he grumbles.

“forgive me,” you sigh dramatically, “i thought i could perhaps be clever and hear you admit you care about me. alas, it seems such a day won’t come any time soon.”

he flushes a light pink. it contrasts beautifully with his red hair, making your fingers itch to reach over and pinch his cheek. but he rolls his eyes, finally looking back at you and looking right into you with his piercing gaze as he says, “i was worried about you. does that satisfy you? not one day goes by that i’m not worried about you. you keep me up at night, enough that i’ve taken the safety of this city into my own hands.”

he stuns you into silence. it’s been so many years, so many years since he grew from that young boy you met. his hands became rougher, his shoulders became broader, his arms became stronger. he’s gone from practicing with a wooden sword to wielding that heavy greatsword of his. he’s not naive anymore, far less trusting and far more stoic. his dreams have changed and his ambitions aren’t what they used to be—but he’s still the same diluc that stole your breath and suffocated your throat even as a child.

you love him deeply, so much that it aches between your heart and lungs, in a spot only he can fit. a spot where he can squeeze against both organs, stop the beating in your chest and knock the air out of you. it’s dangerous, leaving you uncomfortably vulnerable.

so you do what you know best to counteract that strange pressure in your chest that makes it difficult to breathe, to speak, to do anything. you throw on a smile on your face and tease him to get under his skin, so that maybe, if he rolls his eyes at you, they won’t pierce into your soul as harshly.

“well it’s lovely to meet the darknight hero,” you grin, batting your lashes, “who’d have thought the city’s beloved master of the dawn winery was saving people from the shadows?”

“please don’t call me that,” he sighs, looking at you tiredly. the expression on his face makes you giggle. “it sounds awfully derivative to me.”

faintly, you’re aware that you’re still hidden in the corner behind the staircase, dead quiet in the middle of the night with just a sliver of space between you. you could just reach up and brush the bangs out of his face, maybe trace that scar you know so well, or even press the tip of your nose to his if you lean closer.

he seems to be aware of the proximity too, because his eyes dart to your lips for just a moment, inhaling sharply as he realizes just how close they are from touching his.

“what would you prefer i call you then?” you whisper.

he doesn’t say anything.

neither of you do, for a bit. just his eyes trained on yours as you both take shallow breaths, narrowly missing each others chests from grazing against one another as they rise and fall, rise and fall.

finally, he clears his throat.

you think he’ll say something—but he doesn’t. instead, he kisses you. enough is enough, he decides, and you’re compelled to agree. enough dancing around the wobbly line that separates you from friends and more than friends—you think it’s been enough years that neither of you do a good job of hiding the built up feelings anymore, anyway.

his lips are chapped. you can feel the stark difference between his and yours as they press up against your soft ones, disrupting your delicate existence with his roughness. it’s not unwelcome, though.

kissing diluc is blazingly warm. his lips, his body, his gloved hands, his breath, all of it is unbearably hot—enough that you feel like you’ll combust at any second. the pyro vision he keeps hung at his waist must make his body run warm, you think. you crave more heat, though. no matter how close you feel you are to the sun, you want more, so your arms wrap around his neck and tug him closer, tangling your fingers in those long fiery locks of his as he groans.

his hands roam your waist, pulling you closer, pressing you flush against his sturdy chest as his lips hungrily mold against yours. air is limited—there’s a burning in your lungs that slowly but surely builds until you pull away, panting for air.

his forehead presses to yours when you do, chest rising and falling as he catches his own breath with lips that are glossed and slightly swollen.

“if i told you what title i’d prefer you used on me, i’m afraid there would be no going back,” he mumbles against your lips.

you’d laugh if you weren’t so breathless and dizzy against him. you’d laugh at the fact that after such a shameless kiss in the dark, hidden corner of the city, he thinks anything he could say would change things more than this kiss has. they couldn’t—not when all your feelings have been laid bare without having said anything at all. a few mere words could never shift anything the way feelings his lips has.

not when you’ve gotten a taste of him, so sweet and hot against your lips, it’s like drinking rays of sun in the sheer cold of dragonspine.

“who said i want to go back?” you challenge, reaching over and tracing your finger along his cheekbone. he closes his eyes, letting out a soft, breathy laugh as he leans into your touch.

“then call me your lover,” he says instantly, “call me yours and i’ll consider us even.”

“even for what?” you raise a brow, looking at him in mild confusion.

he grins as he opens his eyes, leaning closer and kissing against your jaw until he works his way up just beneath your ear lobe, breath trickling the shell of your ear and making you shiver.

“for saving your life, of course,” he teases.

“hero’s don’t require compensation for their noble actions,” you huff, lips curling into a small pout—he pulls away to admire it before kissing it too with a short peck. (he’d tell you that you look adorable like this, but he doesn’t want to sour your mood any further). “and i was perfectly capable of handling that myself.”

“without a weapon?” he asks, looking at you knowingly.

“of course,” you say indignantly. “but if it should truly kill you to be mine, then…” you trail off, leaning to press a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth, making his fingers dig into your hips slightly as he fights the urge to take more, to turn his head and get a proper kiss out of you.

“then…?” he rasps, impatient.

“then i suppose i can call you my lover,” you hum, finally giving into that overwhelming urge of brushing his bangs back, tracing the scar from your past with your thumb. “would that satisfy you, master diluc?”

“just diluc is fine,” he mutters, heat returning to his skin, “i’ve told you that plenty.”

“diluc,” you murmur, voice softer this time, “thank you for saving me. for always saving me.”

“of course,” he swallows thickly, “i will always come to rescue you. i promise.”

“and i love you for it,” you confess, just barely audible, “i always have. since before i knew what love meant.”

even in the dark shadows of the dim corner he has you pressed against, light breaks over his face as he smiles, so charming, so boyish, you think he’s reverted back to the boy you met when you were so young.

“and i have always loved you,” he whispers, leaning down and kissing you one more time, just to remind himself how you feel, “you taught me what love means.”

oh i miss mondstadt and the winery and my first joy of genshin 🥹 diluc the man that you are. you have not gone forgotten in my mind i promise

[mynahx3]

One Moment Was All It Took

Helloo!! This is a blerp inspired by @envy-of-the-apple Yandere! Satoru Soulmate Headcanon. I wanted to write a little something inspired by it. Hope you enjoy! There will be more parts to the story, hehehehe >;3 This story will be dark!! MDNI** Warning to those that are uncomfortable with obsessive love, proceed at your own risk. Masterlist

Satoru never planned on coming to that cafe; it was a last minute option because his favorite was closed for renovations. It was the closest place on his way to Jujutsu Tech that made his morning strawberry croissant with coffee (more like a pound of sugar and milk). Now, he thought, as he walked, he couldn’t be happier with the detour. 

He stood to the side with the other people in the morning rush, each one waiting for their caffeine to start the day. Hearing his order number, he goes to get his food, still texting someone on his phone. While reaching for it, he came into contact with someone who was also not paying attention. The woman jumped when she felt another hand grab hers, looking up to see a tall man with white hair and a blindfold. She apologized to the man with an awkward laugh. Not thinking anything of the contact between them, but to him, it was a moment that changed his entire being. 

Looking at her with wide eyes after quickly removing his blindfold, he was taken aback. This was the only person who had evaded his Six Eyes and Limitless technique without even trying. She was just a nobody, albeit a cute one, a civilian with no cursed energy whatsoever. Time was slowing down for him. as he gazed at her in disbelief. He couldn't shake the feeling that their meeting was no mere coincidence. The realization left him both exhilarated and terrified at the same time, knowing that their fates were now intertwined in ways he couldn't yet comprehend. He'd heard stories about Jujutsu sorcerers finding their soulmates who were immune to their techniques, but he never believed them.

He was engrossed in their eyes; the steaming coffee was left untouched on the counter. She remained in place, clear as day. The rest of the world, with its blinding brightness and sheer detail, almost gave him a migraine. For once, he had to actually look at someone to see them—not just a mass of cursed energy and molecules; he truly saw them. Their face is a breath of fresh air for the man. 

“Sorry bout that.” She smiled, handing him his paper bag with his pastry. Their hands touched once more as he took it from her. The mere contact sent lightning down his spine from his fingers, and goosebumps formed along his arms. She was in casual attire, and her hands were soft and warm. “I thought I heard them call my number.” 

She's adorable. Gazing down at her with his usual endearing expression, he muses. 

“You’re fine.” He smiled, continuing to look over her, taking all of her in. His heart thumped loudly in his chest; he was scared she could hear it. 

She smiles softly and nods to him before returning to wait for her own food, believing their interaction had ended. Ignoring the way he watched her, she fidgeted with her sleeve from his intense gaze. To her relief , the barista called out her number a second later. She quickly grabbed her food and walked away, nodding him goodbye politely with a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. One that sent a shiver down his spine at the sight.

Satoru watched as she left, turning on his heel to go after the woman with haste, leaving his food behind. He wanted to know more about her. No, he needed to. Blood pumped in his veins as he ran behind her, easily moving through the crowd. Not one person was able to touch him, all except for her. Grabbing her hand, he turned her to him a bit roughly. This surprised her greatly, making her gasp in shock at him.

“You're really pretty. Would I be able to get your number?” Satoru asked, looking at the woman with anticipation, still holding her hand. He liked how her hand felt in his. With an awkward smile, she tries to take her hand back, pulling slightly to be free. He gives in, letting her hand fall back to her side. 

“Thank you, sir… You seem nice, but… I have a fiancé." She tells him, raising her left hand for him to see. On her ring finger was a pathetic, small stone with a silver band. Something he knew he could do better than a million times over. Still, he didn't relent, stepping closer to her.

"I can be better." He boldly stated this, stepping closer again. Her eyes widened in surprise at his audacity, unsure of how to respond to his persistence. The tension between them grew as she struggled to maintain her composure. Clearly nervous, she fiddled with her ring, pursing her lips together at the stranger.

"I appreciate the interest, but I have to respectfully decline." She told him, stepping back from him. The obvious discomfort seen in her eyes and body language made it clear that she was not interested in his advances. He visibly deflates at this, his jaw clenching at the rejection. Brows furrowing as he looked down at her.

"Don't you even want to get to know me?" His tone was teasing as he tilted his head, his blue eyes analyzing her. His hands were going into his pockets as he smiled down at her.

She shook her head, looking to the side as the busy commuters walked around them, making her more anxious as she fidgeted with her ring. A few people looked their way as they stood in the middle of the sidewalk, clearly annoyed by the obstruction.

"I'm sure you're a great guy, but I'm just not interested," she replied firmly. Looking back up at him, she gasped, not expecting him to be towering over her so quickly, having only looked away for a second. His intense gaze made her shake more, her gut telling her to run. She steps back slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes. His large hand moved to cup her cheek, the other resting on her waist, a little too low for her liking.

"Cute." He smiles, revealing a row of perfectly straight teeth, his blue eyes wide. "I like a challenge," he added, sending a chill down her spine.

Frowning, she slapped his hand from her face and pushed him away, confident he wouldn't do anything else with the people surrounding them. Her patience ran thin at his insistence, despite her clear discomfort. She squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze with defiance.

"I'm not interested," she stated firmly, hoping he would finally get the message and leave her alone.

"I don't like being told no." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I always get what I want," he whispered, causing her heart to race with fear. She took a step back, trying to maintain her composure and not show any sign of weakness in front of him.

"I suggest you respect my boundaries and leave me alone," she said, her voice small but firm. "I'm not someone you can manipulate or intimidate."

His smile faded slightly at her words, but he didn't back down.

"We'll see about that," he replied, his tone ominous. Turning on her heel, the woman left the stranger quickly, shaking her head at the weird encounter that made her feel uneasy. His eyes follow her form as she escapes into the sea of people, laughing a little at the sight. Whistling as he pulled out her ID and twirled it around his fingers, he took a look at her name and address.

"I'll see you real soon." Satoru smiled, tucking her ID into his pocket.

[shysuccubusstuff]

yandere! Sylus

Content: Established relationship, yandere behaviour, stalking, love bombing (sort of?).

Note: I just had to do it... Take into account that this was written BEFORE we know much about him, so I'm basing everything on his vibe. Non-proof reader, sorry if it's kinda messy :(.

Sylus and you met during one of your expeditions, suddenly appearing behind your back and killing that awful wanderer that was about to hit you.

Of course, that was your first meeting, well, your first meeting in which you actually saw him.

He had been stalking you with his litte crows around, sometimes looking while you were hunting, others when you were casually walking around town, you looked so pretty like that! Your hair flowing, while you were looking so happy to that man. In fact, there were four different men in your life, the doctor, the artist, your co-worker and your childhood friend.

Sylus was seeing red with all those men surrounding you, but he kept calm, as he was sure he would be able to get you to love him just (almost) as much as you loved him.

Now, the opportunity had finally arised, suddenly appearing just as you were about to be hurt, the adrenaline pumping through your whole body, as he knew that it would help you see him in a much better light.

After this little meeting, he kept on appearing around your normal life, sometimes he appeared at your work, helping them by fixing the different electronical devices. Other times, he was just at the same coffee shop as you, always sitting in an almost hidden table, yet he still was able to clearly tell when you entered the place.

This short meetings kept happening during several months, slowly allowing you to let your walls down as he kept providing little details about his personal life, just enough for him to gain your trust, not enough to let you know who he actually was.

It took more than a year to finally get to becoming your charming boyfriend, the type to make small pokes to you, his foxy smile appearing while he poked you, showing just how close you were to him in contrast with the previous men he had kept an eye on.

Always sending you little treats during work, always taking you home after each of your laboral days, he became the person most close to you in less than a year and a half.

While he acted as the lovely boyfriend you knew, he also took care of making sure none of your close friends suspecting him, doing whatever it was needed (buying them stuff, having hangouts with them despite he didn't particularly liked them...).

Now for the times when you were both alone...

Content: Marking, breeding kink, overstimulation, praise kink,

He had been going for over one hour, playing with your pretty nipples while his other hand kept caressing your clit, his fingertips kept playing with your folds, entering your insides while his lips kissed your neck, whispering soft praises against your ear:

"You're doing so good baby, keep bucking your hips, let me know how good you feel, don't hide your moans, let me hear them, I love to hear your pretty voice when I make you feel good." Even despite his soft voice, his hands were rough, making you cum on his fingers despite how much you tried to close your legs and begged him to stop playing with your poor pussy. Kissing your cheeks while one of his hands caressed your flushed cheeks.

By the time he finally decided it was time for him to end his little games, you had already came over four times, so when he finally pulled his cock out, veins bulging while a small precum bead fell down his shaft. You were only able to bite your lip as he slowly entered you, pushing your weight gradually until he bottomed out, his tip getting far too close to your cervix. He stopped himself for a few minuts, allowing you to get yourself accustomed to his size.

When he finally moved, your eyes rolled to your back, his tip hitting just the correct place, causing you to mewl as kept hitting your g-spot. One of his hands moved towards your clit, crying out loud as he kept playing with your already overwhelmed cunt.

"Baby, you're squeezing me to death, let me make you feel even better yeah?" His hands were once again gripping your hips as he moved you as he wanted, allowing yourself to simply fall limp against his chest as he moved you like a pretty little doll. The tip of his dick kept hitting against your cervix, making your eyes roll as he tried to make you cum for god knows which time all over his cock.

Once he finally came, you were already a babbling mess, trying your hardest to not pass out as he kept bucking his hips, his voice whispering against your ear:

"Come on baby, hold on for me, yeah? Cum once more all over your boyfriend's cock, show me how good you are baby, come on..." You were only able to nod, cumming all over him while he kissed your puffy lips, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

After that, Sylus took care of cleaning up the mess you had made, changing the sheets to a new pair and taking you to the bathroom, meticulously cleaning your pretty body and letting you sleep under the soft sheets. Then, it was finally time for him to enter the shower, rapidly cleaning himself as he was eager to sleep with his pretty girlfriend (wife) by his side.

[wnderkoo]

WATCH | JJK

୨୧ see what you want to see, but all i see is him right now

this is a part of my drabble series, read more here!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

You're late.

For once in your college career, you're late.

Blame your friends for dragging you out on a school night and not letting you go home until almost midnight- it took two iced mochas to pump you with enough energy to make it pass your door.

Entering the classroom, you let out a sigh when the professor doesn't berate you in front of the entire class. Instead, he looks at you with passive indifference, silently beckoning you to find a seat.

The Visual Arts course required a more practical classroom rather than an auditorium, organised with high tables that sat two people- it had the messy kind of aesthetic you would expect in a K-Drama.

When you look to your usual table, you cry a little inside seeing blocks of clay and newspaper scattered on top of it. Though, given how late you were, you felt that it had been deserved.

Scanning the classroom, you're mortified to find that the only spare seat in the class is next to him.

Tattoos, piercings, the hint of muscles beneath his shirt- Jeon Jungkook is everything you should stay away from.

You had walked in on your first day, surprised to say the least when you saw him at a table. He was the last person you expected to take an arts course but Jungkook had surprised you, becoming one of the top students in the class with his unique art style which blew you away every time.

As if feeling you glaring into the side of his head, he lifts his eyes, meeting yours almost immediately. He gives you a smile that hits you right in the stomach- damn him.

You hear the professor cough awkwardly, signalling to you that you need to find a seat.

Reluctantly, you make your way to his table and sit down beside Jungkook, avoiding his curious gaze as you try to listen in to the rest of the lesson.

Today was theory, and since you'd done the pre-reading, there wasn't much to be missed.

Maybe it's your lack of sleep, or the certain distraction beside you, but you can't seem to find it in you to pay attention to the words of your professor.

No matter how straight you sit up and act like the principles of clay are the most interesting topic on the planet, your mind wanders off.

When you hear a chuckle from beside you, your head snaps towards Jungkook.

"What?" you ask in a whisper, not trying to get called on to answer a question for talking, knowing you wouldn't have the first clue to the answer.

"You're on the edge of your seat," he comments, grinning down at you like it's hilarious.

"If you sit anymore forward, you'll fall right off."

Rolling your eyes, you take in his own posture. Jungook was leaning back in his chair, looking more relaxed than you've been in your entire life. Yet, something told you he was still paying attention.

You knew he did well in school, no matter how shocking it was that the boy who partied and slacked off in class got straight As.

"C'mon babe, you can relax."

Your head snaps back to the front of the room, hoping Jungkook can only see the back of your head and not the heat creeping onto your cheeks.

It's five minutes later, with your professor still rambling on, that his words really win you over.

Scooting back, you let yourself relax into your seat.

From beside you, Jungkook gives you a smug smile.

"Better right?"

"Mhm."

Sitting beside Jungkook wasn't as bad as you had thought it would be. He didn't even flirt with you that much, although he did call you 'babe' a few times, each time bringing the same heat to rise on your cheeks.

He had even offered you his notes to help answer the questions from today's theory work.

The second part of the lesson was always practical, and today you were experimenting with sculpting. Discarding your chairs, you roll up your sleeves and get straight down to business.

While you're fighting hard not to break a sweat as you battle the stiff clay, Jungkook hardly blinks as he start kneading the clay and moulding it into shapes.

After some huffing and puffing, you suddenly feel his eyes on you.

"Need some help?" he asks.

"Nope. Doing. Just. Fine."

His laugh is the first thing you hear before you feel his presence unnervingly close to you.

You almost gasp when he slips one hand beneath each of yours, lacing your fingers together.

"There's your problem, your hands aren't warm enough. The clay won't be mouldable."

Throughout much of high-school and even some of college, guys overly mansplained things to you as if you couldn't comprehend them, but Jungkook's tone didn't belittle you or make you feel stupid. He was just telling you what you needed to know.

He squeezes your hands in his for a moment before pulling his hand away. He beckons toward the clay, urging you to try moulding it now, and unsurprisingly the clay is much easier to shape in just a few seconds.

You silently wonder why Jungkook didn't just warm the clay up for you, but you were thankful that he didn't try to peg you as the damsel in distress.

Before you know it, an hour and a half has passed and your clay elephant and Jungkook's mushroom are standing proudly on the desk.

The hallway is crowded as you make your way to your next class, the chatter almost too loud for you to hear your name being called. Looking over your shoulder, you see none other than Jungkook jogging to catch up to you.

"Hey."

"Hey?"

You almost look around wondering if he was calling someone with the same name as you, but you can't mistake the boyish grin he looks at you with.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" he asks, hooking an arm around your shoulders to usher you to keep walking.

You quickly realise that if you'd stay still just a moment longer, one of the football throwing jocks would have bulldozed right over you.

"Probably just reading class material, why?"

Your confusion must be funny since Jungkook laughs softly.

"Let's get dinner together," he suggests, making your eyes bulge out of your head.

Did Jeon Jungkook really just ask you to dinner?

"You want to go to dinner with me?" you ask, looking up at him.

"I mean yeah, that's why I asked..." his hand comes up to scratch the back of his head, and you realise it's the first time you've ever seen Jungkook look so timid.

Jeon Jungkook. Campus heart-crusher Jeon Jungkook. Has a new girl on his arm every party Jeon Jungkook.

Before you can voice your hesitation, someone calls Jungkook's name from across the hall, tearing both your attention and Jungkook's to a certain brown haired man.

You recognise Kim Taehyung's face through the crowd, waving at you and flashing you his box smile.

"Yo Kook! You still getting the beer for the party tonight?"

While the two communicate through loud shouts, you take the mention of a party as your cue to leave. Jungkook was probably only asking you to dinner because he had nothing better to do. He probably just forgot about the party he was clearly needed at.

You push past the doors and start down the footpath towards the other cluster of buildings across campus when Jungkook is once again calling your name.

"Sorry about that," he says with his boyish smile, falling into step beside you.

"So tonight? Dinner?"

His adamancy about this dinner is throwing you off, especially when you hadn't even interacted with Jungkook enough for him to be practically begging.

"Don't you need to get beer for the party?" you ask.

"I can get that done by 6:30 and still be in time to pick you up at 7," he replies smoothly, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"You don't want to go to the party?"

You can't even mask your surprise, looking up at him to see if he's playing a joke on you.

"I'm sure you'd enjoy that way more than dinner with me," you laugh.

"Nah."

One word, so casually, so confident. You actually believe him.

"Okay, fine. Dinner tonight."

Jungkook all but leaps into the air with a fist up, his elation enough to make a passer-by believe he'd just won the lottery.

You finally reach the English department for your next class, but you stop before the door and turn to face Jungkook.

You stare at him fully, trying to grasp what he was playing at. Unable to read him, you sigh and start walking to the door and with one final look over your shoulder, your words are half a demand and a wish.

"Remember, 7 PM. Don't be late!"

He's late.

You'd felt bad earlier for letting his reputation and rumours make you question his intentions, but now he was just living up to them.

You'd spent an hour getting ready, and were horrified to find yourself smiling more than once as you imagined how the night would turn out. You couldn't help it, you were excited.

Every minute is a laugh in your face as you wait on the couch. Maybe he had found someone at the party worth staying for.

You felt stupid for believing you really could be different.

You're just about to give up and wallow in bed while cursing men when your doorbell rings.

You have half a mind to ignore him but you also can't help but be curious to see how he tries to save himself.

The door opens to a guilty looking Jungkook, whose eyes light up just seeing you, as if he had expected you to never talk to him again.

Arms crossed over your chest, you take him in.

His hair is a little disheveled like he run his hand through it one too many times on the drive over here. Wearing a simple white Nike t-shirt and black cargo pants, he was making it a lot harder to stay upset.

It also didn't help that he smelled so fucking good.

"Baby-"

You cut him off, pinning with a look that says 'try again'. He winces at your coldness, though he knows its deserved.

"Yn."

"You're late."

"I know, and I'm so fucking sorry. You don't know how fast I drove to get here," he says, looking genuinely distraught.

A part of you feels petty for not wanting to hear him out. Your pride was wounded and maybe it would be better to stay home.

"It's fine, you can just go back to the party."

You're about to close the door in his face when he steps into the doorway, a hurt expression on his face.

"Please, give me another chance. I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you," he practically begs, looking and sounding close to falling to his knees.

"Fuck, I even got you flowers because I didn't want you to be upset."

You had realised earlier that you never told Jungkook where you lived. You're not sure exactly how he managed to get your number, you think from one of your friends who share a course with him, but he had messaged you earlier and gotten it.

You'd made sure to tell him not to get you flowers (you felt pretentious assuming he would in the first place) because flowers were for dates and this definitely wasn't a date.

Except when he pulls out the bouquet, you almost just forget everything. He could have half assed it and bought supermarket owned flowers, but he went all out. You're not sure where he managed to get such a beautiful arrangement on short notice, but the longer you look at them, the less upset you feel.

"You think you can win me over with flowers?" you chide, except even Jungkook can tell your resolve is crumbling.

"Is it working?" he asks with a smile when he notices your expression is more lighthearted.

"Yes."

You're glad Jungkook took you to eat somewhere casual enough that you didn't feel like you couldn't talk, but fancy enough that you weren't just eating fast food. A good middle ground served for the conversation that came easy between you while you waited for your food to come.

Jungkook explains why he was late, which you assure him he is forgiven for, and he tells you that he'll still spend however long it takes to make it up to you.

After dinner you split the bill because it still definitely isn't a date, much to Jungkook's dismay.

You spend the rest of the night walking along the boardwalk, seeming to never run out of things to talk about.

You steal a photo of Jungkook being scammed into playing a carnival game. You also capture the moment he turns around, grinning at you after he managed to knock down all of the pins.

He snaps a photo of you holding the massive teddy bear that almost takes up half of the frame.

He tells you to keep it as an early birthday present because this definitely isn't a date, even though he says it as he winks at you.

When the end of the night draws near, Jungkook asks if you want to go on the ferris where which you immediately say yes to.

He leaves the teddy bear by the operator and you're too eager to get on that you miss the $10 he slips to the guy to make the wheel stop when you're at the top.

Jungkook gets in beside you, resting his arm along the back of your seat because it's 'more comfortable'.

The wheel starts moving, and your eyes dart every which way trying to capture all the sights as you rise higher and higher.

You point out buildings in the distance and Jungkook smiles

When you reach the top you almost burst out laughing when the ride comes to a stop.

Turning to Jungkook, you roll your eyes at his cheesy smile. You're aware your smile is just as big.

"Of course you did," you tease, even as you find yourself moving just a margin closer.

"What can I say? I'm a romantic," he says playfully.

You can't lie and say you had expected any of this to happen tonight. Some parts were cliche, sure, but some parts were also just so genuine, so Jungkook.

People can see what they want to see and say what they want to say about him, but in this moment all you see is Jungkook.

Jungkook who won you a giant teddy bear even after being scammed $15 for it. Jungkook who paid for your icecream even though this isn't a date. Jungkook who paid the operator of the ferris wheel to stop when you were at the top.

Maybe it's the kind of cliche where the smart girl does fall for the bad boy. He'll drive you home, walk you to your front step and kiss you goodnight.

Maybe it's the kind of cliche where you want him to.

"This still isn't a date."

The words are said as a joke but Jungkook doesn't have time to laugh before you're pressing your lips to his.

His hand immediately cups your cheek, holding you close as he reciprocates.

And boy does he reciprocate.

His lips are soft against yours and when you sigh softly Jungkook slides his tongue into your mouth.

It's the kind of kiss that takes your breath away and leaves you both panting afterwards. Jungkook smiles at you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand from when the kiss had turned heated and sloppy.

"Definitely not a date."

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[swordlux]

The Balladeer | Scaramouche x Reader

You could say it was a split-minute decision.

You could say it had been building up over time.

But that one moment changed everything.

Summary: My alternate ending to the Sumeru Archon quest. Mild romance and emotional tension.

***

You leapt across the breaking platform, the gargantuan construction of the false god crumbling like a broken thundercloud above you.

Your sights were locked on one thing—

The Balladeer.

As his doll-like figure descended toward the earth, one thought rang through your mind. Don’t let him fall. Don’t let him fall. Don’t let him fall.

His trajectory increased. You eyeballed the distance between his head and the ground, the quick calculations in your mind telling you you weren’t going to make it.

You pulled from a source higher than yourself and leapt. You were sure of one thing at that moment—if Scaramouche’s head made contact with that ground, the world would lose a very bright star.

You took that last leap, airborne for longer than should have been possible, and felt a lump land in your arms. With no time to check, you ducked and rolled, shielding whatever you caught. You came to a stop in the dust.

One glance down at the soft, dark hair and the warmth radiating against you is enough to confirm—you caught your star.

Relief surged through you. This was the closest you’d ever been to the Balladeer, and the delicateness of his features struck you. His eyes were closed, and dust fell on his perfect face. He looked as innocent as a doll that had yet to be removed from the box. You knew then that whatever it took, whatever happened next, you would have to protect him.

You felt Nahida descending from the sky above you—from where she’d ripped your delicate doll from his entrapment. The question on the God of Wisdom’s mind permeated through the collapsing space.

In that moment of heightened awareness, you saw a vision of the array of guards waiting outside, your assembly of friends you had worked this mission with, Cyno’s cold, non-forgiving stare—all of them waiting to condemn this god you now held in your hands—and you knew exactly what you had to do.

You took off, ignoring the throbbing in your legs and the pounding of injuries that would make themselves known later.

Paimon’s questioning screams chased you. You ignored even those. For now, you were existing in a space where only one person in this world mattered.

The Balladeer lay unconscious in your arms; when you looked down at him, your legs pumped faster.

You found a small opening in the wall and leapt. Sunlight hit you as you escaped from the collapsing building right into the light of the academia.

You didn’t stop. A quick look around at the guards standing at their posts was enough to keep your adrenaline going. You had the lead—they were yet to be notified of the situation, but it wouldn’t be long.

You took off. Running down the streets of Sumeru, until you got to the fields outside the city. Then you kept running. You ran until your lungs burned like sand in the desert sun.

When you finally reached the building you had scouted on your travels a while back, your whole body was burning like a campfire on a summer night, and your limbs trembled with exhaustion. But it was worth it. You looked down to see Scaramouche resting peacefully.

Your star was safe.

***

The Balladeer was feeling warm. Like he was caressed in a sun made of the ocean waves, or ocean waves made of the sun, he wasn’t sure. Either way, there was a strange lightness in his chest that tried to drown out the throbbing in his head. He felt weighted and weightless at the same time.

Is this death? He thought. Me, one who was fated to be immortal? Could I really die..?

Scaramouche heard a rustling next to him, and a smell entered his nostrils. Though it was not of Teyvat origins, he associated it with the electric charge of Inazuma soil and the breeze flowing through the open fields of Mondstadt.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

In that brief moment of clarity when one has not yet been released from the world of dreams, he saw you not as an enemy but a close, dear friend.

You were leaning over him, looking at him with concern. The radiance of you made him want to close his eyes again.

But then he quickly remembered his stature and, more importantly, the real source of the feeling of lightness in his chest: the Gnosis. His Gnosis had been stolen from him.

Like waking up from a sweet dream into a nightmare, he jolted forward.

“The Gnosis—!” he croaked, finding his voice uncharacteristically dry.

“Yes, yes, will get to that,” you said. The calmness in your voice spilled over Scaramouche like a sweet stream. “First, how are you feeling?”

He swatted your hand away. “I need to get to the Gnosis—that witch stole it from me.”

He made a move again; this time, you backed up, allowing him to get up.

He took one step off the bed when his knees wobbled and tumbled right back into your arms.

You looked at him again with concern in your eyes. “You have no time to think about anything right now besides getting better,” you said. “Whatever those sages did to you, it took a toll when you were separated. For now, drink this.” You shoved some sort of concoction in his face. “I wasn’t sure what you like to eat. If—ehem—dolls eat, but…”

“Enough, leave me. I don’t need your pity, especially you of all people. Aren’t you supposed to hate me?” Scaramouche tried to sound strong, but despite his best efforts, his voice was shaking.

The sincerity of your efforts scared him, and more so was the look in your eyes. It was almost like…

You stood, leaving him on the floor with the drink. “Chicken soup, or Adeptus Temptation? Which do you prefer?”

“Huh?” Scaramouche understood what you were saying, but your words didn’t make sense. Were you really asking him about soup right now?

“I’m giving you a choice,” you continued, propping your hands on your hips. “I’ve decided I don’t want to watch you starve.”

“You should just leave me be.”

“Yeah, too late for that. So? Chicken or Adeptus?”

Frustrated, Scaramouche tried to get up again. “I need… to get my Gnosis…”

“Gnosis soup?” You looked at him as if he’d just offered a perplexing puzzle. “I think I’m lacking on the key ingredients for that. Alright, Adeptus, it is then.”

You continued into the kitchen.

As the Balladeer watched you, a cool ripple of annoyance flowed through him. Did you not realize the urgency of the situation? What was even more annoying was your pity. Here he was in his weakest state in front of you, and there you were treating him like a puppy. It made him feel sick. After all the things he’d said to you, all the times he’d tried to kill you—you should be basking in his pain, leaving him to rot, or getting your revenge in some other way. But his…

“When I get my strength back,” he said. “I swear, I will make you regret this.” His words faded into the air. You were already in the kitchen, out of range.

Scaramouche sighed. Admittedly, sickness was taking over his body. He could barely keep his head up. He shuffled back into bed.

You came out with a steaming bowl in your hands only a few minutes later.

“What kind of magic is this?” Scaramouche asked as you placed the bowl beside him. He saw what looked like a beautiful medley of flavours, and the smell wafting out of it made even his usually quiet stomach growl.

You laughed. The sound rang in his ears. He realized it was the first time he’d heard you laugh. Most of your interactions in the past had been short, and he was usually the one directing them. Come to think of it, he’d barely heard you talk much.

“You learn to whip up things on the fly when you’re as mobile as I am,” you continued. “You also learn some of the best hiding spots.” You winked.

Scaramouche sat up and tried to relax. “Speaking of, where are we?” he said, looking around. You seemed to be in a small space, a warm house of sorts. Now that his initial rejection of the situation had warned off, he was becoming filled with questions.

“A spot I’d scouted on my travels a bit ago,” you said. “Thank god. We needed it.”

You looked relaxed as you pulled up a chair and sat across from him. You were acting incredibly casual for someone who was supposed to be his archenemy.

Scaramouche studied you closer. He’d always thought it, but…

Yes. Up close, you were quite attractive.

The Balladeer found himself blushing as he turned away. “Where is that pretending Dendro archon? And my Gnosis.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” you said. “Let’s not forget who the pretending archon is here.” The smirk hung on your face until Scaramouche looked at you again. “—But as for Nahida, I don’t know. On the hunt for us, probably.”

“Why did you...?” Scaramouche struggled to find the words to describe this situation and then let it go. “Nevermind. Listen, I don’t have time to be playing house here. Take me to where my Gnosis is, and I’ll let you come out of this alive. I bet all your little ‘friends’ are worried about you.”

You laughed again. This time, the sound bubbled his anger.

“Look, I don’t think you’re in any position to make threats here,” you said. “But don’t worry, I’ll help you get it back. As long as you tell me why it’s so important to you.” You stared at him.

He met your gaze for a moment, but when that look slipped back in, he had to turn away.

You sat back in your chair. “Do you ever feel like sometimes you’re running around playing a game only because there are no other options? I guess it was like that. Those— my ‘friends’ and I bonded over a common cause, I may have even agreed they were my friends at one time, but it’s like—when you’re presented with the truth of something, only then do you realize what the other was not, and never was.”

“Huh? Is that supposed to be some kind of riddle?”

“What I mean to say is, I never understood what it meant to deeply care for something until I saw you falling from that constructed god. And then I realized, it was never about saving Sumeru for me. The whole reason I went along with their plans was that… well, it was you.”

At that, a laugh took hold of Scaramouche, which he couldn’t control. “You’re telling me you paraded around with your little friends acting like a saint, attempting to save the world because of me..?”

You looked at him plainly. “Yes. It was you I was curious about. I didn’t really care what they were up to. I just wanted to get closer to you, to learn more about you.”

At this point, Scaramouche had to wipe tears from his eyes. “Oh, this is good. Next, you will tell me that you never cared about travelling. Or you’ve never tried to do one good thing for someone.”

“Maybe.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m not buying it.”

“You don’t need to buy it. It’s the truth, and I’m giving it to you for free.”

He scowled. “Whatever. If you say you care about me so much, then leave me to rest. I’m starting to get a headache listening to your nonsense.”

“Fine, but I’ll make you see. It’s not nonsense. You’re not as heartless as you believe. And that Balladeer hiding under all those layers, I feel something for him. He is something special.”

He hated that your words had some resonance to them, and he hated that as he started to fall asleep, he was wishing they were true.

***

The Balladeer waited until nighttime before slipping out of bed.

You were passed out beside the bed. Scaramouche clicked his teeth. In annoyance, your words replayed in his mind. He’d learned that naivety would get you nowhere, but at least he could take advantage of your naivety in this situation.

He stepped around you quietly and made for the door, already imagining the Gnosis in his hand.

That was when there was a sword around his throat.

He laughed. You were sharper than he expected. “So I am your prisoner after all,” he said.

“Yes,” your voice came from behind him. “And I’m a very strict prison guard. I’m not letting you go until you explain what the deal with the Gnosis is.”

A current of rage took over his body. He never liked being given orders, and who the hell were you to stop him? Scaramouche still had a bit of strength left. He called the power of electricity to his hand, then turned and made for your wrist.

But you were quick. You moved before he could even touch you.

You brought the hilt of your sword to his stomach and jammed him between the ribs.

In his weak state, the blow winded him. He fell down to his knees.

“Psh, you haven’t even got half your strength. Just what was your plan? Walk out there and get captured again?”

That was when Scaramouche found a reserve of strength in him. He looked up and leapt at you. This time, he got a hold of you.

You wrestled. Scaramouche thought he had the advantage, but then you flipped him—taking out both his heels from under him and landing him on his back.

As you pinned him down his rage boiled into humiliation. He had never been so weak before in his life. He felt something he hadn’t in a while, terror. Vulnerability. Panic rose within him, but just as it was about to take over, you did something unexpected.

You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his.

It was a simple action, but in it, he could feel all the compassion and gentleness you felt toward him.

Your warmth washed over him like the sunkissed ocean that it was. Despite his best efforts to block back the own tides of his vulnerability, he could hear, he could feel what you were saying to him in that moment. It’s okay. I am here for you.

He trembled, holding the last bits of his defences firm, and then you scooped him into your arms.

He broke.

He couldn’t stop the tears that came falling—and falling—tears at everything—his frustrations, his failures, his successes—pain that went back centuries. The frustration at losing a friend, at realizing there was no one to blame but the bitter forces of nature, the idea of his very creation being one of uselessness.

And you held him all throughout.

You must’ve been using magic, he thought later.

Eventually, exhausted, he resigned back to the bed.

You took up your post beside him, though it looked like you were also okay with giving him some space.

“The Gnosis,” the Balladeer began, “It was… my one connection to this world. It gave me a purpose. I suppose you don’t understand what it’s like to be looked at as a toy. Simply an inanimate object to be used for whatever gain. But with the Gnosis…”

“It made you feel human.” You finished.

He scowled. “Listen to me, I sound pathetic. It disturbs me to be talking about it, especially to you.”

“I get it, but Scaramouche,” you grabbed both his hands in yours. “I’ll say it again. I don’t see you as a doll. I see you as a person. A pretty cool person. Someone I’m very grateful to exist. And if anyone doesn’t think that way, well, screw them. They don’t deserve you.”

His eyes opened wide, and then he pulled away. “Your earnesty scares me.”

“It’s true.”

He sighed. “Thank you, (M/C). For what it’s worth, you’re actually not so bad yourself. Especially without that fairy floating around.”

You laughed. “Thank you, now rest. We can deal with our problems tomorrow.”

As you stood, Scaramouche grabbed your hand.

“(M/C), I think I like this. Spending time with you. I’m not sure what I’ll do next, but…”

“We’ll figure it out together.” You turned back to him and grabbed his hand with your other. “Maybe you need someone to say this to you, but I mean it. Scaramouche, I’ll never abandon you. You’ll never have to be alone again.”

He looked at you, wide eyes growing wider, but he turned away before you could see the tears pulling. “Whatever. If it’s with you, I’m sure it will never be boring.”

[killevru33]

Modern Sukuna x reader? My fav type of brain rot rn (more like obsession but live laugh love)

i saw a video of this guy doing makeup then my brain was like WOAH write this, so i did. MUAH

Modern Sukuna x reader where the reader does his makeup. Fluff with a little sprinkle of something else wink wink (still mostly fluff don’t be deceived)

2023 words. My bad got carried away

NOT edited sorry for any mistakes i cannot be bothered to fix anything i wanna go to sleep XO.

“Can you please stop moving, it is just a headband!” I tell the man in front of me practically yelling in his face.

I watch as he rolls his eyes but complying nontheless. “do you really only have this headband.” He mumbles as I finally get all his hair behind the fluffy headband that melts into his hair seamlessly, the same shade of pink as his.

“Yes, it is.” I lie to him with a smile on my face. He hums moving closer to me once I turn around looking for my moisturizer. I am sitting on our bathrooms sink with the entirety of my make-up bag scattered across countertop. I pop open the lid squeezing a fair amount onto my index finger. Putting the bottle down I turn to face my boyfriend who is now inches from my own face.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel his breath fan across my lips. “What’s this supposed to be?” He asks me without looking at the moisturizer that is sitting on my finger.

I let out a breath bringing it up to his face. “Its moisturizer Sukuna, I’ve put it on you before.” I mutter to him.

He smirks giving me a few inches of space as I turn around for yet another product.

Taking a moment to spot what my next step is, my eyes finally find the familiar primer I use every time I do my makeup.

I take the bottle directly to his face pumping a few drops onto his forehead, cheeks, and chin. I rub it in gently, admiring how clear his skin is. I cannot even recall the last time I saw a pimple on his perfect face.

“I think it’s good princess.” Sukuna speaks out a smirk evident in his tone.

I stop rubbing in the primer leaning back to grab my concealer. “You’ve got great genetics.” I stupidly tell him.

He laughs and it feels like my heart skips a beat. Taking a breath, I remind myself this was my idea in the first place; I begged him for months to let me do this. He just randomly agreed this time catching me of guard as I was prepared for the rejection I have received every time I asked.

I twist open my concealer taking the wand to his face. I smear a fair amount under his eyes concentrating on his inner corners. I put a small bit of product under his nostrils and forehead, finishing with a swipe on each of his upper-jaw lines.

I then grab my eyebrow pencil using one end to brush his brow hairs. I twist the opposite end after flipping the pencil around; skillfully I draw tiny lines onto his already full eyebrows. Sukuna hands me a makeup brush with a thin and sharp shape. The next few minutes I silently carve out his brows.

I feel Sukuna place his hands on my waist, slowly rubbing my hips as I finish up. I turn and grab my setting spray and beauty blender. Sukunas hands come to a stop and then on my left hip I feel a tight pinch. “Ow?!” I screech moving as far back from the man who assaulted my skin.

He chuckles putting his hands on my lower back, pushing back up. “What?” he asks innocently.

I roll my eye deciding to move on from his attack. I spray my beauty blender with my setting spray then onto his face ignoring the way he flinches his face as the mist coats his skin. Once I go to pat the beauty blender onto his skin he flinches again. I eye him trying again only for the same response. “Sukuna.” I warn him only for him to still avoid my beauty blender. “Please just don’t move.” I groan pleading with him.

He does it again, so I grab his chin using most my strength to pull him closer. I hold him in place patting the concealer into his face and he lets me. Afterwords I move to get my liquid contour keeping my hand on his chin. I look over his face and giggle noticing the tone difference between us.

“What’s so funny.” He grumbles eyeing my hands movement. I open the container grabbing my designated brush to rub the contour under his check bones, then onto his nose to define it even more.

“The concealer is definitely not your shade.” I giggle out simultaneously blending the contour in.

He makes a displeased face but stays silent, going back to watching me intently. Satisfied with my blending I switch my contour and brush for my liquid blush, and it’s nominated brush that only ever touches blush products. Quickly I spray the brush with setting spray before dipping it onto the product. I take the brush to Sukunas upper check bone; blending it up till it touches the edges of his brow. Repeating the step on the other side I subconsciously lean into him.

He grabs onto my upper thighs giving them a tight squeeze. I move to add more product onto the brush but before I can apply more to his face he speaks up. “Careful with that, you got a history of blush blindness.”

I pull back astounded from the words that came out of his mouth. “Come again.” I demand more then ask.

“You heard me.” He licks his lips concealing a smirk that I know to well.

My jaw goes slack. “I have never once! Had blush blindness the fuck is you talking about?!”

“Come on be for real.” He deadpans

I grimace shaking my head asking as if a bug was buzzing in my ear. Taking a long breath in I meet his eyes. “I like a rosy look, sue me.”

“Whatever you wanna call it.” He drawls out.

“Are you telling me you don’t like my makeup?” I grill him, putting the blush down getting out the setting spray again.

He rubs my thighs, giving me a soft peck on the check. “No. I just like making your checks rosy myself.”

If it was not for the blush currently on my own skin, he would have seen what he liked. “That’s cheeky” I whisper distracting myself with spraying the setting spray all over his face forcing him to close his eyes, offering me a shield from his eyes to try and compose myself.

I place the setting spray down grabbing one of my most expensive products.

“Give me a warning next time you spray that shit woman.” He coughs out dramatically. I roll my eyes ignoring him as I softly fan his face with my unoccupied hand.

After the setting spray is dry enough for my liking, I place it down and get my press puff. Looking down I place the product Ive been holding onto the counter. My hands slowly open the black lid with the words ‘Huda Beauty’ sketch on-top. I lift the lid, watching as the lose powders particles fly in the air; the smell of fresh florals softly fills the air around us. “Don’t move for this I wanna do it right.” I tell the man whose hands are moving up my body inch by inch.

He hums and I start my attack on his face. Pressing the powder under the contour on his checks, I get more powder onto my puff and outline his nose before going onto the rest of his face with the excess product.

“Mkay now I mascara and lashes.” I beam excitedly, I even went out of my way to save a pair of lashes so I can have fresh ones for this makeup look.

I grab all the items I will need having them ready at my side. Staring with the lashes I peal them off their package taking each one to his eye to map out where I will need to cut them. Getting his eye shape, I take the scissors beside me and cut the lashes to fit his eyes. I expertly get the glue for the application, perfectly aligning it onto the lashes band. Letting the lashes sit I grab my eyelash curler. “I’m gonna place this on your lashes, when I say so just blink really hard to curl them.” I instruct moving the curler to his lashes. He listens and closes his eyes after I say so making the process easy for me. I move back and trade the eye lash curler for my lash glue. I grab Sukunas chin and get even closer. Keeping my palm on his cheek I tell him to close his eyes. I gently place the lash glue right above where his lashes grow being as precise as I can.

I move myself back finished with the lash glue. I just stare at him for a moment, catching his deep brown eyes. He must be one of gods favourites. I study his face without shame. If I was a bystander it would look like I had hearts in my eyes. Maybe I do, but I cannot help it. From the sharpness of his bone structure to the thickness of his lashes and brows that most girls would kill for. His beauty sometimes overwhelms me even so I can never rip my eyes from it.

“you’re to pretty Kuna.” I tell him in my daze.

He stares at me unmoving for what feels like forever. The silence so loud between us. Then he moves quicker then my eyes can adjust to. Capturing my lips breathless kiss. I want to pull away and tell him he is going to ruin all the hard work I put into his makeup, to my disappointment he reads my mind. i’m left breathless and now I know for certain there I have heart eyes. Disheartening I do not go in for a second kiss, instead I go for the lashes, picking each one up to perfectly place upon his upper lash line; making sure the inner corners stay down.

I reach for my fluffiest brush to brush away all the powder that was baking on his face.

I look over his face, my smile starts to hurt. I look behind me for the finial touch. I grab the last step unscrewing the top, hearing a pop! As it opens. I pucker my lips motioning for him to do the same.

I glide the pinky gloss over his slightly swollen lips due to the kiss we shared.

Putting the gloss down I let out a soft shriek, pushing his hands off my waist I squeeze past him rushing for my phone. As soon as I come back into the bathroom I snap unnecessary amount of pictures.

“Oh, your in for it now.” Sukuna smirks reaching for my phone only for me to pull away, running out of the bathroom into our shared room.

Giggling uncontrollably like a little girl I go to the living room on one side of our coffee table. He’s right behind me the entire time now parallel to me. In a flash he jumps over the table snatching me up in his arms. I scream as we crash onto the couch. Sukuna grabs my phone tosses it without a single care somewhere on the other end of the couch. He has me trapped beneath him. I wiggle my hands free cupping his face. I gasp “I forgot highlighter!”

He scoffs at me, ignoring my distress. “I did something for you.” He starts taking a pause looking down to my lips. “Now I think it is only fair you do something for me.” I cannot even respond before he smashes his lips to mine much more rough compared to the last one. He picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist I don’t break the kiss. I run my hands up his hair. He takes us back to the bathroom, putting me down. He walks to the shower starting. He comes to where I am standing pulling my shirt followed by my pants. I tug at his shirt and he does the same. I go into the shower changing the temperature while he joins me.

Lets just say the makeup didn’t last long.

[zombiewhor3]

CAMP

daryl dixon x fem reader .

WARNINGS: reader is of age, fem masurbation, caught masturbation, breast play, oral sex (fem receiving), fluid consumption (cum only), penetrative sex, teasing, begging, praise, slight handjob, after care

she sat on the edge of the garden looking to see Carol and the scruffy redneck speaking to a small teenage boy, one with glasses and was quite scrawny, it was a person she had often seen hanging around Carl and a few other kids while she helped Carol at story time.

She could see them talking barely even being able to pick up on the conversation from her distance sitting on the garden bed, she could hear a few murmurs and well a few scraps of words but her mind focused on something other than their words.

She had watched Daryl lick his fingers clean before shaking the scrawny boy's hand, she muttered a softness of profanity underneath her breath wishing she could relive the moment she just saw.

his muscles flexed as he roughly shook the kids hand, his tattoo on his shoulder blade was now visible from the shirt he had used his dagger on to cut the sleeves off.

She remembered watching him do it, she remembered watching his hands flex each time he was stripping the fabric from each arm of the shirt, she had stared at him the entire time he was sitting in their shared cell room.

He had noticed her staring out of the corner of his eye while he was cutting up his shirts? How could he not, he had eyed her while she licked her lips clean watching him hunched over breaking a sweat in the hot prison room, he didn't mind, he never did. He enjoyed her eyes gawking at him and following him wherever he went.

Daryl looked over at her staring this time it was even more blantant as she had her legs crossed squeezing each time she looked at him.

he watched her eyes trail down to the dirt splotches on her jeans as she acted like she had just been staring down at her lap the entire time instead of the tattered hunter.

he let a small smirk fly onto his mouth before using his hand to wipe it away, he hadn't needed Carol to ask questions about why he was smiling or who he was even smiling for.

he could see her get up as her face was a messed up rose tone almost like she was embarrassed or even flustered from just the graze from his eyes, and it was true. She couldn't help but get flustered even when he did the smallest of things.

She could feel a sense of flutters inside her chest whenever he looked at her, whenever his hand skimmed hers it was like an erotica she knew wasn't real, it was an erotic she had dreamt about one that she wished at the bottom of her heart hadn't just been a fantasy of hers.

she had gone back inside of their cell block wandering to their shared cell and closing not just the curtain but the door along with it, she had the keys rested on his workbench looking over at his shirt that had dangled off of the tampered metal.

she could feel a slight gush in her heart as she slipped her hands into her jeans feeling the wet spot he had caused in her panties just from looking at her, she slipped her hand into the cotton of her panties biting down on her lip as she used her middle finger to draw small circles over her needy clit.

she prayed he would be stuck on perimeter duty with glenn like usual, she couldn't help but run her mind over the way he had sucked his fingers off, or the way his muscles would flex as he lifted something or when he was out hunting how his ass would look so good in the patched up blue jeans he wore.

she let out a meek mewl on accident feeling as she pumped two fingers inside of her cunt, she bit down onto her lip even harder to try and keep the sound in.

but her soft squeals somehow managed to slip each time her fingers would curl hitting her g-spot just perfectly, she had been making sure to give the same amount of attention to her clit acting as if it weren't her fingers anymore but yet instead his.

She was thinking about how good he would've felt inside her, how well he would've finger fucked her until she was left raw and throbbing.

She was almost surely over her edge once she thought about the way he looked so fucking good in those shirts he had chopped up himself.

She had let out a soft moan before feeling her orgasm arise in her, just a few more spins of her fingers over her clit and she was surely to spill over the top, just thinking about the boy who slept above her each night.

He noticed the curtain and the door closed, which probably meant she was sleeping, he rattled his spare keys softly as he unlocked the door pulling back the curtain to see her with her head tossed back into the pillows biting down on her lip with her hand in her pants letting out a soft moan of his name.

"jesus christ" he murmured under his breath which had caught her attention making her pull her hand away from out of her jeans,

"i thought you were on a perimeter check!" she asked trying to hide her embarrassment from it all, she

"rick and maggie are doing it" he spoke calmly while closing his eyes as he held his hand over his crotch trying not to remember that he had heard his name being spilled from her mouth.

"i'm sorry daryl i really am" she stood up from the bed trying to walk past him but his hand stopped her.

"saw ya staring at me at breakfast and i know ya like it" he spoke pulling a piece of her hair back behind her ear watching her shiver, she nodded her head with a soft but yet mumbled 'mhm'

she wasn't sure whether he was toying with her let alone she hadn't had the right words to speak, instead she watched his eyes in a haze watching his pupils grow dark.

he let out a gruff laugh before forcing her eyes to look up at him, "why'd ya stop" he asked skimming his fingers over the waistband of her jeans feeling her body shiver, not a shiver of fear but yet a suspense she could feel building inside her.

she took a step so she could lay back on his bed watching him pull off his cut up shirt and his vest tossing it to center of his workbench, his hands fiddled at his belt before soonly tossing that off to, he kicked off his boots hearing them clatter to the floor.

his hands pressed into the mattress while he dangled above her, "what if the others hear us" she asked making sure she wouldn't be caught for the second time.

"all outside or doing their chores, tyresse offered to cover mine" he spoke watching as his hands glided up her torso to pull off her shirt, she let out a soft sigh of the relief from him unhooking her bra watching as her breasts rested and nipples grew hard.

he threw off her jeans looking down to see her panties, a wet spot had formed but now even bigger from his touch, he licked his lips before propping himself up with her body so that he could lick her breasts, she felt his tongue lick over each of her nipples making sure to give each of her breasts the same amount of attention,

she could feel his tongue drag itself slowly down before skimming past her navel, he nibbled at the fabric of her underwear taking in the smell of the fresh cotton, she let out a gasp feeling his fingers remove the fabric from her body tucking them into his pocket,

"bet ya taste so fuckin good" he spoke watching as her hips bucked in a gushful manner, almost like she was dying for him to taste her,

she let out a meek whine as she was already starting to tangle her fingers in his scruffy hair, she loved the feeling of it running through the skin of her fingers as it tickled her palm.

His tongue licked up one clear stripe against her cunt making him hold onto her hips forcing them to stay down surely leaving bruises on them with his thumbs,

he continued to suck gently, swirling his tongue around her clit making her jump softly almost bucking like a wild stallion if it weren't for his grip on her.

She could feel him murmur something against her dripping cunt, his words had sent a shriveling vibration throughout her core,

she let out a mumble of profanity once more feeling his tongue flick over her clit moving so fast that she could already feel the knot in her stomach starting to loosen.

"oh god daryl" she moaned softly squeezing her thighs around his head so that she could get more of him, his tongue grazed over her hole making her jump slightly, "taste so fuckin good" he mumbled against her just loud enough for her to hear,

she felt like she was dancing in the stars from his tongue, her cunt felt weak falling into him like she was ready to give him everything,

"dar i'm gonna cum" she whimpered gripping onto his shoulders, now he was only flicking and sucking faster just so he could watch her topple over the edge like she had done before.

he could feel a river of juices gush onto her face as he completed his goal, he had made sure to try and lick up every worthy drop that had spilled from her needy cunt,

"oh god" she mumbled as her eyes stayed glued to the man licking his fingers in-front of her, she could feel a flutter shoot up though her body as she prayed this all wasn't some sick dream where she'd be left in a puddle of her own wetness from the dream.

he slipped down his jeans to see the tented black boxers, his cock was practically begging to be broken free, she could feel him twitch softly as her hands ran down him to slip off his boxers,

she ran her thumb over his cock, he was long and quite thick it made her shutter as she wiping some of the pre-cum onto the pad of her thumb licking it clean earning a lick from his lips as he watched her.

just before pumping her hands around him he let out a sputtered gasp while stopping her, he liked the sensation but he needed a stronger one, one like her tight cunt that would fill the missing lust in his void.

she could feel him stop her while his hands pushed down on her hips pushing her back down into the thin mattress below them, his thumbs spun circles against her hip bone as he had thought about tasting her sweet cunt again, but instead he was placing a delicate trail of hickies just above her navel.

she mumbled something as she felt his shoulder blades flex as her hands gripped onto them, "need ya so bad" he murmured against the skin he had been delicately marking.

she whined pressing her hands further into him as she grew even needier for his touch, he could tell she was eager by the way her hips bucked and the sweet whines slipping off her tongue, every sound she made, made his cock twitch almost like he was just as eager to feel the walls built around her.

The tip of his cock had been smeared in her juices as he teased her wet slit, he could feel the warm soak into him as he let out a soft sigh wanting to shove her full of him.

her hands gripped at the flimsy cheap white linen messily placed on the bed, she could feel him lean down just so he could whisper something to her just so he could ask her to beg for him,

"tell me watcha need sweetheart" he spoke slipping a piece of her hair behind her ear, he could hear a whine come from in-between her lips but that wasn't enough he needed to hear her say it,

he pulled his cock away from her slit finally hearing her speak up, "i need you dar please" she whimpered feeling as his cock slid in perfectly inside of her pussy, he reached out to grab her hand once he heard her let out a soft hiss from his size.

he could feel her soaked walls already having an impact on him, her mouth laid agape while she could feel some of his hair dangle down onto her face sending a shiver through her,

"oh god move please" she begged at him feeling as he started off slow pressing down into her hand as he felt her nails at the top of his hand sending a slight sharp prickle through the skin,

he thrusted faster feeling her body fit like a glove onto his cock, he could hear her cry out as she wrapped her legs around his bag lifting them up higher so she could feel him deeper in her.

he let out a grunt against the crook of her neck feeling her call out his name again, "daryl" she cried using her other hand to dig into the mattress feeling as the pressure built up in her.

"god ya cry so fuckin pretty" he mumbled into her as she could feel her walls clench around his member making him shudder while he used most of his force to thrust himself into her.

she let out a loud series of moans, so loud she was sure the entire damn prison inside and out must've heard them, he should've covered her mouth to keep the noise down but hearing her moans and cries was to good, to good for him to keep away.

he sucked on the tender skin of her jawline feeling her gulp as she squeezed down on his hand, "oh god i'm so close" she whimpered at him feeling him increase his pace, as their wet hips collided he was letting out his own trail of noises against her.

once satisfied with his work on her jawline he lifted himself up just enough so that he could see her eyes clench and see the pretty mouth that had been letting out all the noises,

she could feel the knot in her stomach wanting to untie itself from her core, it wanted to spill out onto his cock and make itself a mess all for him to take in.

she could feel the knot hanging by a thread as she used both of her hands to claw at his back leaving small crescent shapes from her nails in his skin, he groaned feeling her nails pierce her but yet he liked the sensation, the feeling of being so close to her.

she was cock drunk a moaning mess unable to keep herself under control now she was blubbering and whining his name while she bucked up her hips feeling him use of his hands to grope at her breasts before speaking to her.

"c'mon baby cum for me" he whispered rubbing his hand over each of her nipples to divide the attention to both, she could feel the hot gush of her juices pouring onto his abdomen while he had filled her with his own fluid.

she had let out a loud noise just before she came but the aftermath was almost quiet except for her panting and soft cries, she could feel his cock pull out of her with a pop sound making her gasp as she closed her eyes from her sensitivity.

He had slipped on his boxers while looking over at her,

he could hear her soft cries making his brows furrow sadly while he reached for a bottle of water and a small rag from his work bench, he poured some water on the rag before using it to wipe her thighs and up to her cunt clean feeling her jump when he skimmed her clit.

he looked at the mess of hickies on her body, from her jawline, to down above her hips, he rubbed his hand over them before reaching into her bag pulling out a pair of shorts and panties, he helped to slip them on her hearing her mumble a thank you as his shirt was slipped over her.

he let her use his chest as a resting spot while he pulled some of the sweaty hair from out of her face, her thighs skimmed together making her whine softly and with a soft shush from him he brought her body even closer to his.

"ya alright sugar" he could feel her body faintly nod against him, "did i fuck ya to sleep almost" he chuckled feeling her hand run over his abdomen, with another nod she yawned scooting closer to him.

"what's this mean daryl?"

she asked him feeling his fingers run through her hair to soothe her softly, "means i care about ya" he spoke, his answer was short and she couldn't stand the such shortness of his words.

she shifted before repeating herself to him, "means yer mine" he huffed back at her with a soft smile watching one appear on her face,

" night sugar"

"night dar"

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notes: another from another. it has smut so no minors

death island leon is in acceptance. well, at least for now. he is lonely, but at least he is lonely with friends. he is hanging out with chris, claire, rebecca, and even jill. sure, he wants to have a partner, but like said before, he is accepting he will definitely struggle with love. then, he got a stupid crush.

crushes are for kids. he saw you. how you laughed. how your eyes shined brightly when you saw something you liked, but once he saw your partner in your arms. he cursed. of course! but he figured something out. he doesn't necessarily need romance to survive anyways so he became your friend. he was a bit of gentle friend with a smart mouth. everyone took notice how you laughed or giggled at everything he said. chris wanted to scold leon for flirting with a person who is already dating someone, but rebecca was like, "he isn't."

it was true. leon wasn't flirting with you. he was just being himself. leon saw you as his best friend, and so did you. when your partner noticed it was getting cold, leon already gave you his own jacket. leon needed to buy coffee, rebecca bought one for him you already bought him one. you two rock, paper, scissors to see who had to buy each other things. you bought him a sticker to put on his helmet.

everyone knew you two were falling in love. even your own partner. all but you two. so, when your partner broke up with you, you were shocked, to say the least. now, everyone was waiting for you two to start dating, but it was now kinda stupid. chris was now playing the waiting game while everyone stopped paying attention. everyone now thought you two were clingy friends, but chris knew better. every time you two alone, chris would 'accidentally' open the door but all he found was leon and you having a spa day.

you two weren't in denial like chris thought. you two enjoyed each other's company. he showed his scars from the job he has. you showed him how you cooked your favorite food. both of you were obviously falling in love with each other. you knew his fake smiles from his real ones. leon would rest his head on your shoulder.

chris was losing his mind.

but soon, after so many times opening doors, chris finally caught you two kissing. it was satisfying yet at the same time. it wasn't.

when you begin to date, you two still acted the same around each other and other people. leon would attempt to ruffle your hair, you would avoid it. he would say he is lost in your eyes. he completely forgot he used to have a crush on you because he fell in love with you in a different way.

chris now hates you two.

NSFW

leon goes off in missions. he gives you sex talk, what he would want to do with you. how he wished it was your mouth around his base. he would make the worst dirty jokes of you, but he would still be too in love to say a lot. he shows it. leon would kiss your chest repeatedly and jack off on your chest and face.

just like your horrible slow burn relationship, leon and you enjoy cockwarming. it's just a bunch playful sex, he wants to make you laugh while he gently pumps his cock in you. he recorded one time, and he claimed he wanted to do it again. he forgot. you though do have only pictures of him. his lips covered in arousal, his lazy eyes of wanting to please you. leon remarks how good he looks, but he is a bit too shy to see the photos again. he doesn't want to see himself, he wants to see you.

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Guilty As Sin - Andy Barber x Reader

A/N: This is my entry to @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 's Cum Together Extravaganza! As soon as I saw the prompt 'The one who (almost) got away' I knew I had to write something for our favourite lawyer!

Summary: Someone from Andy's past walks back into his life after over a decade, after keeping his longings locked will he finally admit his feelings?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: FLUFF! The insinuation of Masturbation! FLUFF!!!!!​

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Andy let out a big yawn as he leant back in his chair and raised his arms above his head to stretch out his back. He glanced at his watch to see it was almost lunch time yet it felt like 5 pm. He’d stayed up late last night to work through the evidence for this case, something he was slightly regretting now. But if it meant the victim got the justice they deserved then a little lack of sleep would be worth it, he’d sleep when it was over.

He grabbed his mug from the desk taking a large sip of his coffee which he may as well just pump straight into his veins at this point when there was a knock at his door. “Come in” he called out as he set his mug back down.

Lynn, his boss walked in holding a folder “I’m guessing you didn’t get much sleep last night?” she said knowingly, brow ached. 

Andy gave her a lop-sided smile “Sleep is for the weak, what can I do for you? Is that another case?” he asked nodding to the file. 

“No, I’m just here to let you know the new ADA will be joining you on this case, it’s gathering more and more media attention so I want my best team on it and I don’t want you working yourself to death on it” Lynn explained with a knowing look. 

Andy arched a brow in confusion, he didn’t realise they were looking for another ADA, let alone hired one “new ADA?” 

Lynn nodded “Just transferred from New York, they’re very good with a record that rivals yours”

Andy hummed “Well that’s good but I don’t need the help on this case, I’ve got it covered,” he said with a shake of his head.

“This wasn’t a request” Lynn said as someone else knocked on Andy’s door “That’s her” Lynn moved back towards the door before Andy could protest. 

Any protests he did have though died in his throat when he saw exactly who the new ADA was. It was like seeing a ghost and falling back into a time wormhole all at the same time. 

“Y/N,” he said before he even realised he was speaking, shooting up from his seat like he’d been electrocuted nearly knocking over his coffee. 

“Andy, long time no see” You smiled warmly back at him. 

Andy grinned back at you as he stepped out from behind his desk to walk over to you. He instinctively went to hug you but it had been over a decade since he’d seen you which made him hesitate. 

He stopped just short of you instead and pushed his hands into his pockets to stop himself from reaching out  “You could say that again”

“You two know each other?” Lynn asked, brow arched. 

“We went to law school together” you explained, still smiling at Andy, not looking back at Lynn.

“Yeah Y/N was my only competition for the top of the class” Andy smirked unable to take his eyes off you.

“There was no real competition though” you chuckled with a knowing look up at Andy.

“I guess that’s why you ended up being a big shot lawyer in New York” Andy grinned. 

Andy couldn’t believe you were here. When you parted ways at the end of law school he didn’t expect to ever run into you again and it killed him. You had been his best friend, he honestly didn’t think he’d gotten through law school if it wasn’t for you. You pushed each other to do better, creating a healthy competition which neither of you cared about winning. 

After spending so much time together it was only natural that Andy developed feelings for you but law school was so intense that you’d both said that dating anyone would be a dangerous distraction. So Andy kept his feelings hidden and buried in the hopes that once you graduated he could confess his feelings. 

Fate was a cruel thing though as when you graduated you landed a big job in New York while Andy decided to stay in Boston. Andy had selfishly wanted to ask you to stay but he knew he couldn’t let you pass up this opportunity for just him. So he once again buried his feelings and let you go. 

The relationship he wanted with you remained in his mind. Over the years he tried to move on, he had partners but none of them captured his heart like you did. They were doomed from the start. Every time he thought he was over you, your name would appear on the news after winning another major case and he’d slip back into that maze that was his mental relationship with you. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that on his loneliest nights, he would often picture himself with you, his desire crashing over him like waves. 

When it came to you, he was guilty as sin. 

“Well I’ll let you catch Y/N up on the case once you two finish catching up,” Lynn said with a pointed look “I hope this means no one will be staying up late on this case anymore” 

You shrugged your shoulders “Sleep is for the weak” 

Lynn rolled her eyes as she walked out muttering “I’ve got two of them now” 

Both you and Andy laughed “Let me get you caught up” Andy said gesturing for you to take a seat. 

Despite Lynn’s wishes you and Andy did end up working into the evenings together. But it was mostly because you were spending too much time catching up and acting like it was old times again. Currently, you were at Andy’s house pouring over the evidence while dining out on Chinese takeout. 

“So how come you decided to come back here? Getting too famous in New York?” Andy smirked as he dug through his chow mein. 

You snorted leaning back in your chair, you shook your head “No… I mean was I well known? Maybe” you smirked  “But that wasn’t the reason” Andy arched a brow in silent question “I wanted to become a lawyer to get the little guys justice, help victims, but in New York, I just ended up doing loads of fraud and corporate based crimes” you explained “I mean it felt good to take down these big rich guys who thought they were untouchable but it didn’t feel like I was actually helping the little guy” you sighed “I asked my boss for those sort of jobs but he said I was better suited to these corporate cases and I should leave the other cases to those who wouldn’t get emotionally invested AKA the men”

Andy frowned “That’s bullshit” he said, he didn’t even know who your old boss was but the anger he felt made him want to hunt him down and give him a piece of his mind. 

You shrugged “Yeah so I handed in my notice and looked to transfer back here” you said with a small lopsided smile. 

Andy pursed his lips, ever since you walked back into his life he wondered why you had chosen to come back. He hoped that he was at least part of the reason. He’d put off asking you for so long that it was impossible not to ask now. 

He plastered a smirk onto his face “Did you miss me?”

You chuckled quietly “I did actually” you admitted before taking a deep breath “It kinda felt like this was the place I needed to come back to”

Andy nodded, looking down at his food to hide the hope that was blossoming on his face “Well this place is definitely better with you in it” 

You snorted shaking your head “Nah I bet you found someone else to compete with” you smirked.

Andy shook his head “There’s Neil, stay away from him by the way” he pointed over to you with his chopsticks “but he’s pretty lousy competition, even after I taught him everything I knew” 

You chuckled “Noted,” you said before pausing for a moment “but there’s no one else? No… Mrs Barber to be that you’ve yet to introduce me to”

Andy shook his head “Nope, just me myself and I” he told you. 

You arched a brow “I’m surprised. I thought you’d have girls fawning over you once law school was over” you admitted.

Andy gave you a bashful smile “No, I mean I’ve dated but nothing that’s stuck… guess I’ve been holding out for something, someone else” Andy admitted quietly hoping you didn’t pick up on the hidden meaning. 

You just nodded understandingly “it’s been the same for me, except the thing I’m holding out for has only ever happened in my head”

Andy’s brows pinched together “What do you mean?” he asked. 

You let out a long sigh as you put your container back down on the table and cleared your throat “Well this confession wasn’t one I was planning to make before drinking copious amounts of alcohol but I guess there’s no time like the present” you sighed “I had a massive crush on you in law school and I was kinda hoping that once we graduated that something would happen” 

Andy blinked in surprise, his lips parted as he took in that information and tried to make sense of it “But- but when you got the job offer you said there was nothing keeping you in Boston” Andy recalled. 

It was a painful memory that he wished he could forget but never could. He regularly went back and wondered what he could have said differently to change your mind only to decide that he didn’t want to change your mind. 

You huffed quietly “I think I was just protecting myself by lying… and part of me, well part of me hoped that you’d say you were a reason to stay” you admitted. 

Andy sat back in his chair in shock. You had wanted him to say what he’d wanted to say. All of this time you both wanted the same thing and neither of you was brave enough to say it. 

“I wanted to” he admitted quietly.

Your brows rose slightly in surprise “You did? Your voice was full of disbelief “Why didn’t you?”

Andy sighed “Because I didn’t want to be the reason you missed out on a great opportunity, I didn’t want to you regret it years down the line and hate me for it” 

“My only regret is not having you” you said quietly. 

Andy put his food down as he stood up from his chair and walked around the table to crouch down next to you “Well… you can have me now if you still want me because I’ve been in love with you ever since you wiped the floor with me first week of law school” he smirked.

You laughed as you recalled that day “I promise my flirting technique has improved since then” 

Andy laughed and shook his wondering how on earth you both were so blind all this time “So do you want me?” he asked.

You nibbled your lower lip and nodded your head “I’ve always wanted you Barber”

Andy grinned as he cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply and passionately to make up for all the years wasted. Still not quite believing how the one who got away became the one who almost got away.

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Mallbrat

This story is based on this wonderful tweet by @shadow211e. Enjoy!

Despite Mel coming from a rich family, she had always seen herself as someone who was above the shallow, materialistic pursuits of the women who frequented the upscale mall in the neighboring town called Eden. She hated how bitchy and superficial the people were that frequented Eden, she was much more at home on the soccer field. Yet, today was different. She had come here with a pure intention: to find the perfect gift for her friend Katie.

Katie was a huge lover of fashion and followed all the latest trends but could barely afford the clothes she bought from the thrift store. Katie often told Mel that she was happy with her thrift store finds, that it made her more resourceful but Mel could see the sadness behind her best friend’s eyes.

Mel knew it would be hard, being a tomboy shopping for a dyed in the wool girly girl but she was determined to get her something perfect. It was just so overwhelming. The mall's glistening storefronts, adorned with designer labels, had always made her uncomfortable, but now she felt exhausted looking at a myriad of shoes, dresses and makeup, not knowing where to begin.

Taking a moment to sit down and gather her thoughts she watched as the bitchy girls of her school stride past flicking their hair and giggling at a joke she was sure she was the butt of.

As she was about to get up suddenly a perfume saleswoman appeared and sprayed something in her face. “Hello Miss, don’t you just love the smell of our new signature scent, ‘Entitled’. It’s such a hit that the mall will be pumping it through the air conditioning for today only. Make sure to buy your bottle before you leave today.” The saleswoman said to Mel who was coughing as she took the sweet fragrance in the face.

Before Mel could complain the woman had disappeared into thin air. Annoyed but undeterred from her task, Mel went back to walking the mall. As she strolled past boutique after boutique, something strange began to happen. Her posture straightened, and her steps became more deliberate, mimicking the confident strides of the women who were impeccably dressed around her. She pushed her chest out in front of her and walked with her chin high in a superior pose.

As she walked past store front after store front gazing at the opulent wears in the windows her mind started to drift from whether ‘Katie would like that’ to ‘I’d look good in that’. One outfit in particular caught her eye. It was a snakeskin style top that looked to have less fabric than her soccer shorts but she felt inexplicably drawn to it. She couldn’t stop picturing herself in its revealing curves.

She would have walked straight in to try it on only she got a look at herself in the windows reflection and nearly gagged. Her hair was messy, face dirty and her nails were chipped. She viewed her own reflection like the girls she saw earlier viewed her.

Mel sauntered into the upscale mall salon, her confidence preceding her. Locking eyes with a poised beautician, she snapped, "I need my hair cleaned and styled. My skin cleaned and moisturized, and my nails manicured. Make it quick." The beautician, catching the haughty undertone, nodded energetically and led her to an open chair.

As Mel settled into the plush seat, the beautician picked up the shampoo bottle labeled ‘Entitled’, the very same brand as the perfume that was spurted into Mel’s face earlier and worked diligently, washing away the remnants of soccer practice and transforming Mel's unruly hair into a sleek masterpiece. Meanwhile Mel found herself in a state of unexpected euphoria, a sensation induced by the intoxicating scent of the shampoo. The fragrance, like a veil of opulence, enveloped her senses, lulling her into a blissful reverie.

So enamoured with the aroma that Mel barely registered when the beautician put a facial mask on her as her hair dried. Her face tingled as she felt the dirt lift, bruises erase and her skin became smooth and imperfection less.

By the time her hair was dry Mel instinctively held out her hand, waiting for the beautician to start work on her nails. The beautician however was a pro and was manicuring Mel’s nails within seconds.

While the beautician worked, Mel’s internal dialogue shifted to a self-indulgent narrative. Thoughts of striving for success in soccer and excelling in academics seemed distant, replaced by a fixation on social standing and personal allure. "Who needs soccer? I'm destined for a life of extravagance," she thought, her mind now captivated by visions of high-society events and glamorous soirées.

As the beautician skillfully completed her work, Mel, now adorned in the aftermath of pampering, gazed for the first time at her reflection with a sense of vain satisfaction. The sleek hair, the impeccable facial, the manicured nails, and her impressive breasts painted a portrait of indulgence she couldn't help but revel in.

Maybe it was how straight her posture was now and how she stuck out her chest and held her chin high but Mel absolutely adored how big her tits now looked. They were practically spilling out of her top and she knew her cleavage would have heads turning.

“Good,” she thought to herself. “It’s about time I caught the eye of a man who can treat me to the finer things in life and is my monetary equal. I’ve wasted so much time with the boys at school. I need a man.”

The beautician, seemingly now intimidated by Mel, inquired cautiously, "Are you happy with the results miss?" Mel's eyes met her reflection once more, and with a dismissive wave, she retorted, "You didn't do much, darling. It's hard to improve upon perfection." The words hung in the air, leaving an awkward pause as the beautician grappled with the unexpected critique.

“But I suppose I better pay the ‘the help’. Here charge it to my black card.” Mel said coldly handing the beautician here matte steel credit card, the one her parents had given her but she had refused to use but now could think of nothing more satisfying than maxing it out.

“Thank you miss, we hope to see you again.” The beautician said as she quickly disappeared out of sight as Mel stared at her with disdain. Mel liked how it felt to have someone fear her. It made her pussy tingle.

Mel, fully immersed in the conceited realm she had embraced, stood up out of the chair and sauntered out of the salon. As she expected and enjoyed, all eyes were on her as she walked the mall floor.

She strode confidently into the store that held the outfit that had caught her eye earlier and snapped at the shop assistant to get it for her. The shop assistant quickly leapt to attention and got the outfit for Mel who rolled her eyes at the shop assistant for taking so long.

In the dressing room Mel joyously slipped into the tight outfit perfectly, her body contouring to fabric as if it was made for her. As she gazed lovingly at her reflection, a far cry from the girl that had entered the mall a few hours ago, something began to nag in her mind. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t her. She had come her for Katie not for herself.

And yet the longer she stared at her magnificent body the more she didn’t care. The once happy thoughts about friendship and empathy gave way to daydreams of a luxurious lifestyle, filled with adoration and admiration. "Katie can fend for herself. It’s time she learned that this world can be cruel… and so can I." Mel mused, her thoughts betraying a growing detachment from her former priorities.

Leaving the dressing room in the outfit she was about to pay for, she didn’t give a second thought to her old clothes laying on the floor until the shop assistant asked sheepishly what she should do with them.

“Burn them for all I care, they’re paupers rags as far as I’m concerned.” Mel said with cold detachment. She looked at the pile as a representation of her past life.

She spent the next few hours at the mall on a shopping spree. One outfit would not make up for years of neglect of her wardrobe. She needed clothes that reflected her station in life, one she had refused to embrace until now.

Along the way the same girls who had scoffed at her appearance earlier approached her cautiously but with new reverie. “You’re Mel right? You go to our school? We should hang out, girls like us need to stick together.” One of them had said.

Mel looked at them with a cold gaze, observing their demeanours. They were pretty and mean but Mel could see they feared her. She smirked knowing they’d be putty in her newly manicured hands. They would be perfect betas.

“If you must, but keep up I don’t have all day. Oh and it’s Mercedes.” She said with a turn on her expensive heels as she walked fast to make the girls try and keep up with her.

Before long the girls had filled her in on the most eligible men and the juiciest gossip. Their last leader had moved towns and they had a power vacuum that Mercedes was now only too happy to fill and they were only too happy to follow.

Mercedes was having such wicked fun that before she knew it the mall was closing. She had bought so much stuff that her new clique each held numerous bags for her as they followed her to the exit. Along the way Mercedes was sure to pick up several bottles of the perfume ‘Entitled’ as she left. She just loved its aroma.

Outside Katie stood waiting for Mel. Mel had told her at the beginning of the day that she had a surprise for Katie and to meet her at the mall. But now after waiting several hours Katie was beginning to worry.

Mercedes and her gang left the mall and made their way to the waiting limo Mercedes had ordered. Mercedes spotted Katie and with an evil smirk got close enough so her former friend could hear her say, “I really wish the mall would keep the riff raff further away from the property. They are ungodly eyesores.”

Katie went beet red at the cruel comment and quickly made herself scarce. She didn’t recognize this new girl that seemed to have her bully group ensnared but there was something so familiar about her.

The End