#he shouldn't be that ridiculously cute at his age

[nerdish-nostalgia-revived]

"You know, in the theatre we have to examine the internal logic of all our actions."

Sir Charles Cartwright playing detective.

#sir charles cartwright #martin shaw #three act tragedy #my gifs #I could watch him do this all day #he is so animated and enthusiastic about his skills #I just love the way he moves #and so many scenes - not only in this part but throughout his performance in this episode #aren't even talking parts but just him 'talking' with his face - and it's just so damn good and captivating #he is so expressive - and it doesn't hurt that his face is so beautiful and makes it a joy to watch! #he shouldn't be that ridiculously cute at his age #and I want to touch his hair so bad! it's so glossy and looks so soft! #the lighting in this scene was really complicated and made things grainy #also I slowed down the pace and he STILL turned around too fast in that writing gif #but that was a moment I wanted to gif for a long time #so now I have - and I'm willing to share too #I only wish Egg could have been there to see her loved one perform #she probably would have been just as smitten as myself

[aft3rhrs]

— cherry ღ

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: forbidden romance, step!father au

warnings: yandere, cheating, manipulation, corruption, pseudo incest, age gap, virgin!reader, she's quite innocent (but please always assume 18+!), inappropriate inspections ahshdhdhd, cockwarming, daddy kink, praise kink, ridiculous amounts of "good girl", mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, a sprinkle of breeding kink ooops

Namjoon was just... committed. It was his job as your father to look after your heart; and everything else that came with it.

"Show me, baby," he whispered, soft lips brushing your ear. "It's okay."

It sounded so simple. Yet the words were followed by the tip of his big, hard cock pushing into you, hot breaths fanning your neck.

Tight.

You were so tight and sensitive; so inexperienced. Ever since Namjoon found out you were untouched, the thought haunted his each waking moment; and in his dreams, a fear followed, creeping up his bones, infecting all cells until his body felt sick.

What if someone else got to touch you first?

Not a soul, dead or alive deserved that. He's seen you cry over your crushes and eventually exes, seen you open up like a flower, then wither away to nothing. Boys your age were just that; boys. They didn't know how to take care of themselves, let alone of you. They were fickle leafs fluttering in the wind, and Namjoon was a rock; always there for you to lean on, the foundation of the very ground he helped you learn to walk on.

So wasn't it only natural he'd be concerned who gets to put their hands on you? Wasn't it only natural he loved you so much all other women paled beside you?

Everything between you had to remain a secret, of course, but there was nothing wrong with that — because Namjoon was your dad, and he knew best. Besides, you weren't blood related, either, and that seemed like a perfectly valid explanation for why he could do things no real dad should. It seemed reasonable when he'd come into your room and lock the door, hands sneaking under your shirt to wake you up, holding you close.

You've never really had a father before him. You didn't know what that kind of bond was supposed to look like, though you certainly longed for it. Your mother had a few boyfriends, fleeting relationships that quickly took away your childish hope of ever being the jewel in someone's crown.

And then he came along and changed everything.

That was how you found yourself here, back pressed into his chest under the weight of soft blankets. The only problem was that simple, routine inspections were not enough anymore; it was not enough to feel you wrapped around his fingers night after night. He just had to be sure no one else took what was his. Had to feel your pretty, virgin cunt struggle to take all of him, mark it with his shape.

He kissed your shoulder, stroking your hand with his thumb in mindless circles.

"Good girl."

Sleepy, and getting quite used to having him inside you, you tried to keep your eyes closed, not react to his words. But you felt yourself clench around his girth, and you knew he felt it too, from the way he moaned into your neck.

"Sorry," you whispered shakily, a wave of heat crawling up your spine.

Namjoon hugged you tighter, the scent of his cologne soothing your senses.

"What are you sorry for, baby?" He asked softly. "Feels nice... to be close. Doesn't it?"

You nodded slowly. Namjoon graced your shoulder with another sweet peck, his lips so warm on your skin.

"Nothing wrong with that, hm?"

He always said that. You couldn't help but feel conflicted; having him like this was so intimate and comforting. But on the other hand, it left you addicted to the feeling, desperate for things you knew you shouldn't really want. It didn't help how often he reassured you; tempted you with promises that if you ever needed more, all you had to do was ask. It was completely normal for your cute, little hole to clench around daddy's cock like that, after all; it was where he belonged, and your body knew it, too.

He kept kissing your face, like all he wanted was for you to know that just as you belonged to him, he always belonged to you. Nothing else mattered. Your tummy twisted when you felt his cock twitch inside you, and you attempted to swallow the lump building in your throat, willed your thighs to stay still.

"My good girl," he breathed, "only daddy's. Right?"

You nodded, too scared to open your mouth and make a sound. You had no idea what would come out if you tried.

Namjoon could read you like an open book, even with his eyes closed — all the more when he was buried so deep inside you. His large palm slid down to your stomach, settling under the cotton of your oversized shirt. The pads of his fingers brushed the swell of your breasts, knocking your heart out of its steady rhythm.

"You're so wet. Is that only for me too?"

You pushed yourself to nod again, only this time that wasn't satisfying enough either. He skimmed the underside of your breast, opening his hand slowly enough to make your head spin. Your pussy clenched, gushing arousal, tummy churning as he finally gripped the soft flesh.

"Say, 'yes, daddy'."

You stifled a whimper, your voice barely rising above a whisper.

"Yes, daddy."

Another twitch inside you. You forced yourself to remain still and quiet, though Namjoon seemed too lost in you to notice your efforts, too focused on the throbbing of his cock. He squeezed your breast, his palm resting right above your pounding heart.

"And you're daddy's girl. No one else is ever gonna see you or touch you like this, no one else ever has. Right?"

A soft whine fled your lips. It was embarrassing to submit yourself like this, so openly and willingly. Yet the craving for his approval, his love and his touch was stronger than any shame, bringing you to nod some more, your eyes falling shut.

"Yes, daddy."

The bridge of his nose brushed against your neck tenderly, while his cock kept twitching.

"Good girl."

These words always instantly went to your head - and cunt. You wanted to keep being good for him, to reach for all the things he oh so kindly gave you permission to take. It was like he was just waiting for you to break until you had no scruples about the taboo of the situation. Because Namjoon himself was shameless, especially when it came to the things he wanted.

And all he wanted was you.

At last, he settled a warm hand on your hip to slip out of you. You could feel the way your pussy protested, reluctant to let him go, aching pathetically and dribbling out slick.

It was hard to breathe.

Namjoon himself was anything but happy knowing he was going to have to go back to bed frustrated again. It was probably a mixture of that, and his heart stirring at the pitiful sound you made, that broke some of his resolve. He still wanted you to listen to him like the angel he knew you were, wanted to hear you ask him to touch you, to defile you. But he simply leaned over you, giving his stiff cock a squeeze. And then he left another kiss on your cheek, the next words coming out hushed.

"I know it hurts, baby... It hurts me too. How about daddy helps you tomorrow? Would that make it go away? Hm? Would your little pussy feel better if I rubbed it for you? Just a small, tiny massage, and then it won't hurt so bad anymore."

You were starting to feel light headed, your lungs heavy, cunt pulsing in response to his suggestion. How sweetly he talked to you, like a dad just taking care of his daughter, made it sound filthier, made your body burn. You opened your mouth to respond — slowly reaching out — little girl finally about to take the hand that has been waiting so patiently for her to grasp it from the darkness of her closet.

"Please, daddy," you uttered quietly, heart beating out of your chest.

Namjoon gave his cock another squeeze, precum dripping down the thick shaft. He needed to get off, but he'd get through one more night of this torture. So that tomorrow, after all this time, he could finally release all the tension while he felt you quiver on his dick. He'd give you months worth of cum, breed you so nice and full; and that's before he'd even get to fuck you. He tried to keep his composure, gave your pretty face more kisses as he tucked himself back into his boxers.

"Good girl. I love you."

You rubbed your thighs together as soon as you felt him sit up, ready to make his way back to your mother.

"I love you too," you sighed, unable to think straight anymore.

He blew out your candle, then looked down at you, affectionately stroking your hair.

"I know. Sweet dreams, baby."

Maybe he could see into the deepest, darkest corners of your mind; or maybe it was just a precaution. Either way, as much as he loved spoiling you, what kind of father didn't discipline their precious child when needed?

"Don't," he warned softly, ghosting his lips over your temple, "even think about touching yourself tonight. Daddy's gonna help you tomorrow, as much as you want. Be good and wait for me, or I'll get mad. You don't want that, do you, angel?"

A wave of chills flooded your skin. Finding no courage to look up into his eyes, you nodded again, hugging your pillow tighter.

"Good girl."

Hot all over, you watched him close the door and turned, immediately met with his scent lingering on the sheets. How were you supposed to fall asleep now?

At least you weren't alone. Namjoon was asking himself the same question, but he's been patient for so long already. He's waited, and waited, the scent of cherries lingering in the air around him, craving to bite into the sweet fruit, satiate his hunger. The wait would be worth it, he knew. And oh, he'd make sure to make it worth your while, too. All good girls deserved rewards. Especially from their dads.

#yandere bts #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #bts smut #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts yandere #namjoon smut

[just-jordie-things]

Could you do a drabble with the JJK boys getting jealous??

i sure can :) ___

GOJO SATORU

satoru claims over and over that he doesn't get jealous. look at him. he knows that there's no one in the world you'd rather be with than him. besides, jealousy is childish, right? you've been together for ages! he's secure in your relationship, and so are you.

but then he sees you showing a new transfer-teacher from the Kyoto school around, and the guy just gets a little too close to you. he's laughing a little too much at your jokes, and his stare lingers on you for a little too long.

he's not upset at the idea of another man taking you away, because never in a million years could that happen. but he doesn't like the idea of another man trying to woo you. he doesn't like seeing another man look at you the way he looks at you. because you're his.

and satoru figures there's no harm in introducing himself, right? it would be polite.

as soon as he approaches you, you feel something bad is coming. he's pulling his blindfold down around his neck, and the grin on his face looks plastic. he looks like he's about to approach the elders.

oh, you realize. he's fuming.

satoru introduces himself with a grand gesture and loud voice, and despite you telling him that everyone knows who he is, he reaches out and aggressively grabs the stranger's hand, shaking it with too much force, and too much eye contact.

"i'm actually her fiancé! did you know that?" he's keeping up his bright smile, but the look in his eyes is absolutely unhinged, much like his actions. "that means she's going to be my wife, isn't that right honey?"

you know you're not going to convince him to relax, so instead you affectionately roll your eyes, and let your new colleague know the tour was over and he could head to his office for the day. you smack satoru's arm to make him let go of his hand, first.

the man gives you a polite nod and a thank you, but barely looks at satoru as he turns around and heads off.

you glare up at the ridiculous man, placing your hands on your hips to really solidify your annoyance with him.

"what?" satoru asks, even daring to act confused. "I was just saying hello! is it a crime to say hello these days?"

"i thought you didn't get jealous?" you raise a brow at him.

"i told you, i was just saying hello" satoru shrugs his shoulders.

you hum in disbelief, and roll your eyes again.

"you're ridiculous" you huff.

"you love me" he replies with a wide grin, and this time a genuine one.

"remind me why, again?"

"because i'm perfect," he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, and despite your indifferent act, the blush on your cheeks betrays you. "and handsome. and funny. and smart. and handsome"

and wildly jealous, you think, but you keep it to yourself. you kinda thought it was cute, after all. ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi knows he shouldn't be jealous. it's immature, insecure, and stupid. at least he tells himself this like it's a mantra while he watches how easily you and the cashier at the cafe you were currently at were talking to each other.

he was sat at your usual table, and thought you were just going to the counter to pick up your drinks, but without another customer to tend to, the cashier had struck up a conversation with you.

and megumi is conflicted. because he's not the type to get up from his seat and drag you back here... right? he was above proving the point that you had a boyfriend... right?

soon enough you're bringing your drinks back to the table and sitting across from him with an award winning smile. it's silent as you both sip your drinks, and despite megumi normally being reserved, you can tell pretty quick that something's up.

"you alright?" you ask.

he doesn't want to tell you the truth, but he's not a good liar either.

"fine," he mumbles back, staring at his drink. "that guy was real friendly, huh?"

you bite on your cheek to hold back from giggling, but your smile is still visible. you didn't think megumi was capable of jealousy. maybe it was immature of you, but it did warm your heart to know he cared about you enough to feel such a way.

when he dares a glance up at you and sees you smiling, he lifts his head.

"what?" he mumbles.

you shrug your shoulders and shake your head, before standing from your seat so you could lean over the table and plant your lips on his.

megumi didn't usually partake in pda, he didn't initiate it beyond holding your hand. but he'd never really experienced it before, and kissing you now in front of the few patrons of the cafe and that sweet-talking cashier, felt amazing.

when you pulled away, your face split into a grin. megumi kept his smile small, but the pink on his face was unavoidable. ___

OKKOTSU YUUTA

it's been done before but... yuuta is insanely jealous of yuuji.

but when he's gone for months, and comes back to find that his girlfriend has become buddy buddy with sukuna's vessel, it's hard not to be.

of course when he finally comes home, you leap into his arms and you pepper him with kisses, and when you tell him how much you missed him he knows it's the truth, he knows that he's the only one for you.

and he doesn't really know yuuji, they've barely been acquainted, but he knows he can't trust him. of course he can't! you're the most beautiful girl in the world, anyone could see that, but with yuuji becoming your best friend, he simply couldn't take that.

does he do the mature thing and voice this concern, this little insecurity to you? well... no. he lets it sit and fester until the jealousy becomes so overwhelming, he's giving yuuji death glares every time he sees him.

like right now.

the first and second years were throwing a little party in the common room- which really just meant playing switch games while drinking and staying up far too late- and when yuuta showed up, you were already there.

and so was yuuji.

you both had a plastic red cup in your hands, and you were laughing loud enough he could hear it over the music. instantly his muscles tense and he's grinding his teeth. seriously? even tonight? which was supposed to be fun and laidback? now he has to deal with this again?

he tries to relax his features when he approaches you, sliding his arm around your waist and keeping a firm grip on your hip, he tries to come across as calm when he greets you both.

but yuuji isn't stupid. he's noticed the dirty looks, the sudden possessiveness that overtakes him whenever he finds the two of you together. he knows exactly what's going on.

and you're not stupid either but... you brush youth's clinginess off as just that- clinginess. he'd been gone on that assignment for so long, you figured he had just been missing you as much as you missed him. sweet, loving you had just been enjoying the welcome home sex!

even now, with yuuta keeping you so snug against his side that you couldn't pull away if you wanted to, you were smiling and just enjoying the presence of both your boyfriend and your new friend.

but yuuji was starting to feel twitchy, and nervous. yuuta could be the friendliest guy in the room, all smiles and warmth, but right now, he was staring daggers at yuuji. and the poor boy had no idea what to say or do to handle it.

so at first chance, he excused himself, and raced off to spend the rest of the night glued to megumi, where he presumed he was safe.

now that yuuta had you alone, he turned to face you, pulling you by your hips to keep you close to him.

you smile up at him, eyes gleaming with adoration, and some of his annoyance starts to melt away. some.

and for the first time, you notice the little knot between his brows. you tilt your head at him.

"what is it?" you hum softly, your hands resting against his chest.

"nothing, sweetheart, don't worry about it" he says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

as convincing as his kiss was, you knew better.

"you sure, honey?" you murmur, your hands running over his shoulders, "you seem tense"

you're so sweet, he thinks as his fingers slip under the hem of your top and begin to trace over your warm skin. you giggle softly at the ticklish feeling, and quickly swat at his chest to make him stop. he just smirks and continues the motion.

"come with me," he murmurs, sliding a hand out from your shirt only to take your hand and tug you with him around a corner, out of sight from everyone else.

you oblige without question, and happily drape your arms around his neck when he presses you into the wall. he wastes no time in filling the gap between you, sealing your lips with his.

you hum delightedly when the kiss deepens, your fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck while he heatedly kisses along your jaw until he reached the sweet spot just below your ear. your fingers tighten just a little, enough to give his hair a little tug.

"you have a good time at the party, sweetheart?" he murmured into your ear. "with yuuji?"

you giggled, which was not the reaction he was expecting, so he tilted his head back to look at you.

"oh, yuuta," you sigh, smiling up at him. "don't tell me this is jealousy?"

"what? no," he smirks, stealing another kiss from you that took your breath away more than it should have. "that would be childish"

"maybe," you murmur, your hands sliding across his shoulders, and then down his chest. "but it's maybe kinda cute" you add in a softer voice.

"cute?" yuuta repeats back to you.

you nod with another giggle.

"maybe," you say. "but you know it's silly, right?"

you bring one of your hands up to his face, gently cupping his jaw to make sure he was staring at you, to make sure he could see the authenticity in your features.

"you're the only one for me," you say sweetly, and seal your words with a kiss. "so, can we go back to this party?"

"nope," yuuta grins, and then he's taking your hand and guiding you away again. "everyone's busy having a good time. let's go to my room"

and you oblige, without question.

(yuuta remains pretty jealous, but at least you're reaping the benefits)

___

INUMAKI TOGE

toge was a fairly jealous person, and this was well known. ever since you'd joined the second years, all of your peers had known he was jealous of anyone that spent time with you. you might not have been his girlfriend, but from the dirty looks he gave anyone that tried to steal you as a partner, or study buddy, you may have well been.

you were pretty oblivious to this, as when he was with you, toge was nothing but kindness and laughter.

but maki's stopped sparring with you, panda won't be your partner in mariokart, and when yuuta is around, he's just been straight up avoiding you because they're all so nervous that toge's gonna chew their ass out with onigiri. which sounds funny, but being on the receiving end of an angry toge was the worst.

you joined them late one evening in the common room, having been catching up on some work with gojo. when you see they've got the switch hooked up and are setting up teams for mariokart, you're quick to voice that you're joining.

"maki, do you have a partner yet-?"

"yep! i'm partners with panda!" she answers faster than you could even finish your question.

you look to panda, who was sitting on the opposite side of the room, and he's quick to nod his head. although he doesn't look convinced, as though he'd just learned this himself.

"salmon!" toge calls out, patting the space next to him on the couch for you to join. your confusion wears away as you fall into the cushion next to him and take the extra controller he hands you.

maki and panda share a look and roll their eyes to themselves.

the rest of the night goes as usual, the four of you racing until a victor is determined. it's a close game but as usual, maki wins. she goes back to her dorm chanting.

"well, i'm still wide awake," you say to the remaining two. "you guys want to go to the convenience store, get some snacks, and keep playing?"

"yeah, I'll go!" panda says excitedly.

"salmon!" toge agrees just as quickly, as though competing to be the first.

you just laugh as you head off to grab your purse and shoes. when you meet up with panda and toge outside the school, you jump onto panda's back and dare the two of them to race to the front gates.

toge takes this as a very serious challenge, and when he and panda cross through the gate at nearly the same time, you cheer at the both of them for being so fast.

"you guys took that serious! wow!" you laugh as you hop off of panda's back and stare at your panting friends in awe.

it was quite the run, and you hadn't expected the both of them to start sprinting.

"i think panda won by half a second though"

"bonito flakes!"

"sorry!" you're still laughing as you raise your hands in mock surrender, thinking toge was just joking.

he wasn't. he pouts for the rest of the walk.

panda waits outside the small shop while you and toge go in to collect all your favorite snacks. he sticks close to your side, maybe even closer than usual, but you don't say anything. you just hope your blush isn't too noticeable.

you pay for the two bags of snacks and head out of the shop, meeting up with panda for the walk back to jujutsu tech. toge carries the bags for you, wedging himself between you and panda so he could soak up as much of your attention that he could get.

panda barely talks the rest of the way, listening to you ramble on while toge happily reacts to whatever you were saying. honestly, panda wonders why he even came- besides for those yummy honey crackers- because toge was just going to steal all of your attention like he usually does.

by the time you get back to the school, panda claims he's too tired to keep playing mariokart, and says you should all watch a movie while eating your snacks instead. you seem excited enough by this idea that toge also agrees.

while panda sits on the floor and begins scrolling through the streaming services to find something good, toge tugs on your sleeve so you'll sit with him on the couch.

and when you sit with him, he tugs on your sleeve once more. you glance over, thinking he's trying to get your attention, but again, he tugs. a blush blooms over your nose and across your cheeks as you realize he's trying to pull you closer still. shyly, you tuck in closer, until your side is pressed against him. he smiles as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"salmon" he says happily.

you can't find your voice to say anything, too bashful from the out of character cuddle he'd just requested. but you wouldn't complain.

panda puts on some true crime doc none of you had heard of, and the three of you watch and munch on your treats in silence. although it's not long before panda's passing out on the floor, and you're also getting droopy eyed.

you slump a little more into toge's side, wiggling until you're comfortable, and then rest your head against his shoulder.

in a panic, his head whips around to look at you, as if he wasn't sure if you were actually cuddling into him more.

"have you been getting jealous, toge?" you hum, your heavy eyes finally falling shut. he doesn't say anything, but his silence speaks volumes. "i thought maybe," you giggle softly. "i've been wondering why yuuta avoids me like the plague and maki won't be my mariokart partner anymore"

"mustard leaf?" toge mumbles, and he wonders if it's enough for you to know what he's asking.

"I'm not upset," you hum in answer, and he relaxes a little. "but you don't have to be jealous. i don't want to be with anyone else. they're my friends," you peek your eyes open and tilt your head back just enough to meet his gaze.

his lavender eyes are blown wide in surprise, and the look makes you smile. finally, you're the one catching him off guard.

"you're different" you finish quietly.

he smiles back at you, and when you lay your head back down against his shoulder, his hand reaches up to pet your hair gently until you fall asleep there.

___

xoxo ~ jordie

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[demetris-cocksleeve]

(A/n: Disclaimer- I don't know French; I took Mandarin in high school instead lmao. I asked my sister who took it (she failed but google wasn't helping😂) and she said to default to the male version of ma chère/mon cher if the gender isn't stated, so blame her if it's wrong lol)

Word Count: 1,724

Summary- Everyone knows that some actions are just objectively more attractive than others. But which of these actions represent the brothers?

Warnings: Allusions to spicy moments in Mammon's, Asmo's and Belphegor's

Age Rating: Pg 13

Obey Me Brothers x Things That Are Attractive

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Lucifer as- Pulling you in by the waist:

"There you go. Just like that." Lucifer guides.

"I feel ridiculous," you say as you step to the side with your right foot and slide the left back into position.

He had taken it upon himself to teach you how to dance. Which, on the surface isn't bad in itself, but when you dig a little deeper and find the two left feet you were 'blessed' with, it becomes slightly more daunting.

"You don't look it," He assures you as he leads you through an improvised spin.

Coming back in, your hands find their place on his shoulders as you waltz around the empty ballroom. He dips you low, arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you upright once more. Though, instead of resuming the steps, Lucifer keeps you in place; his arm tightening around you until what little space between you is gone.

Your hands are pinned against his chest as you look up to him. There's a look in his eyes that you can't quite decipher, and you don't know if you should try to.

"Despite your self-acclaimed 'two left feet', I think it's safe to say you have successfully learned the waltz." You can feel his minty breath fan your face with how close his is.

"What a shame," you tease. "Looks like you won't be needing to teach me anymore."

You earn a soft 'hah' as he leans impossibly closer with a smirk that shouldn't have you feeling the way you do. "On the contrary. You'll be learning the Salsa next."

-

Mammon as- Pinning your hands above your head:

"No!" You yell as you're knocked down.

"Gotcha!" Mammon cheers as he reaches for your phone.

He has you on the bed, legs on either side of you as he attempts to get rid of the picture of him sleeping.

"C'mon! You look so cute in it!" Your attempt to reason falls on deaf ears as he fails to snatch your phone again.

"I'm literally droolin' ya dummy!"

In a last-ditch attempt to preserve the photo, you stretch your arm above your head as his grapples you for it.

The end result is both your wrists in one of Mammon's hands as his other works on deleting the picture. He tosses the phone to the side once he's done.

"You learn your lesson yet? Don't mess with The Great Mammon!" He smirks down at you, chest heaving from exertion.

The sight of you pinned under him, hands held above your head as you look up at him has him gulping. His free hand comes up to grip the side of your jaw, tilting your head up just the slightest.

"I think I should make sure ya learned yer lesson~"

-

Leviathan as- Spinning hugs:

"Yes!" Leviathan cheers from beside you as the monster finally falls after what seems like hours.

He had called you to his room to help with a level of a new game he got. What he didn't tell you was that it was the final boss, and it was only a P1 game.

So, without any introduction or in-depth explanation you were thrust into an insanely difficult level. If you're being honest, you were kind of just spamming the controller and hoping for the best. What you didn't expect was actually making progress and killing the damned thing.

Levi jumps up as he celebrates. You can't help but laugh at his antics as you're pulled to join him. Deciding there's no harm -you're in his room with the door shut, who's gonna see?- you play along. Cheering and jumping alongside him.

You let out a yelp as he wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. Your yelp turns to laughter when he twirls you around before nuzzling into your neck.

"I can't believe you actually did it! I've been trying to beat that thing for days!" He's quick to pull you into a kiss, face bright red when you separate. Your foreheads rest together as any residual laughter fades.

-

Satan as- Lifting you to reach something:

"Satannnnnn!" You whine. "I need helppppp!"

You can hear his unamused sigh from a couple sections down.

"What could you possibly need help with? We're in the library for hell's sake..." His voice gets steadily closer as he makes his way to the bookshelf you're in front of.

He rounds the corner to see you on your tiptoes as you try to reach a book. You look to him for help but only receive a deadpan.

"Really?" He crosses his arms. "There is literally a step ladder 10 feet from you."

"Yeah, but now you're only 4 feet from me."

Satan turns to walk away but you're quick to grab his arm.

"Please? You and I both know that with my luck, I'll probably fall off the thing." You both know the only reason is because you want to annoy him.

"Not my problem." He starts to walk again, only this time you rush in front of him.

"But books read better when they're from you." You got a small huff of amusement so that's something.

"Do they now?" Wow, he's actually playing along.

"Yup," you nod as believable as you can.

There's a second of silence before he breaks. "Fine. Which one do you want?"

Dragging him over, you expect him to reach up and snag the title off of the shelf. What actually happens is that he places both hands on either side of your waist and lifts you until you're eye level with the book.

Shaking off the shock, you quickly grab it before he decides to drop you.

"Thanks," You mutter when he sets you down, face hot both with embarrassment and at the display of strength.

Satan simply hums in acknowledgment as he walks away, leaving you standing clutch your book to your chest.

-

Asmodeus as- Neck/jaw kisses:

"Darling~" Asmo drawls from his bed, head hanging off the side to look at you.

"Yes?" You sigh as he drones for your attention for the nth time.

You need to get this essay done before tomorrow, but the Avatar of lust doesn't want to make it that easy for you. When he had invited you to his room to 'study' you should have seen through the fib but you hadn't. So here you are, stuck trying to get work done with a perpetually horny demon vying for your attention.

"I'm bored, mon cher." He rolls off the bed and hangs himself on you, arms over your shoulders, chest against your back and chin resting on your shoulder.

"And I'm trying to finish this."

"C'mon..." His head lifts from its position to nuzzle into your neck. "You're not the least bit tempted to take even the smallest of breaks?"

His soft lips graze your skin with each syllable. A feather light, kiss presses itself against the column of your neck.

"Asmo, I really need to work on this..." Despite your words, your head still lilts to the side allowing him to trail his kisses up to your jaw.

"You know you want to~" Asmodeus chimes, voice sending vibrations through you. "Take a break." He presses another kiss to your jaw.

"Just for a few minutes..." Another kiss.

"Ugh." You move to save your progress. "Fine. 15 minutes and then I get back to work."

"That's all I need, my dear." You can hear the smirk.

-

Beelzebub as- Licking something off their finger:

"You can't eat that, yet!" You cackle as Beelzebub sticks his finger in the cake batter.

"But it looks good..." He's looking at you, finger still in the mixing bowl. You can't help the face you make when he says that. The sugar hasn't even been added yet, there's no way it would taste good.

You tell him so, only to receive silence as he takes his finger out and slowly moves it to his mouth.

"That's just going to taste like flour and eggs, Beel." You try to reason.

He looks you right in the eye as his lips close around his batter-covered digit. Beelzebub keeps looking at youas he sucks the liquid off his finger. With a *pop*, his finger comes out clean and it's all you can do to not grimace at what the taste must be.

"It's good." He says.

Beel dips his finger in the batter once more, only to hold it out to you. "Taste it."

The corners of your mouth pull down as you lean away. "I think I'm good, actually."

"Humor me?"

He's holding your gaze as he continues to offer the batter to you. Looking between his finger and face, you concede. He'll just keep trying until you taste it, so you say:

"Fine, but I'm not swallowing it."

With that you grab his wrist to stabilize as you tentatively lick at the batter. Surprisingly, it's not bad -Beel must have added the sugar when you weren't looking. Upon seeing your reaction, Beelzebub pushes his finger to your lips.

Deciding it's easier to just play along, you let the digit enter, maintaining eye contact. Your tongue swirls around the digit, getting all of the batter off.

With one final suck, he slides his finger out of your mouth, fingertip resting against your lip before dropping and pulling your bottom lip with it a bit as it goes.

The kitchen is silent as you hold his heavy gaze.

-

Belphegor as- Lazy morning make outs:

Your lips slot together slow and steady in the bath of golden light that is Belphegor's bed.

Both of you had just woken and, in an attempt to neither wake up or slip back into the sweet embrace of sleep (damned RAD classes...), you'd somehow found yourselves lip locked.

Your legs are tangled under the blankets as the two of you move in sync. Nothing else important enough to draw your attention away from the other.

His hand is in your hair, keeping you close as he bites on your bottom lip. The noise you let loose enough for him to make it his mission to drag more sweet sounds from you. Your own hands come up to push on Belphegor's chest to until he's lying on his back with you laying on top of him. His other arm slides up your back, a grunt leaving his lips when you roll your hips down.

"Fuck-"

A knock interrupts your moment.

"Get up. You're not going to be late again." Lucifer's voice is muffled by the door, but it doesn't lessen just how over everything he sounds.

#lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #leviathan x mc #satan x mc #asmodeus x mc #beelzebub x mc #belphegor x mc #obey me x reader

[weird-is-life]

hii wondering if you could do hotch x younger!reader? where he's being insecure about the age gap and comforts him and says that she loves it and he makes her feel safe and stuff --thank you in advance!

Hii, ty for the request! I hope you like this, it's short but cute, well at least I hope it is.😅🥰warnings: angsty, fluff, pet names, age gap (reader is in her late twenties or early thirties), (0.9k)

It's your birthday next week and, if truth be told, Aaron has been kind of dreading it. Not because of anything to do with you, but because it's a huge reminder of the age gap between you two.

You've been dating for a few months now and the thought's always been at the back of his head, even if he doesn't want to admit it to himself.

And his strange behaviour gets your attention. At first you brushed if off as him being tired and stressed from work. But as he zones out around you even on his days off, you know something is up.

You are both sprawled on his couch, when you notice his mind is elsewhere. So you finally decide to ask him about what is bothering him.

"Aaron?" you call out his name.

He hums, acknowledging that he is listening, even though his eyes are on the TV.

"Can I ask you something?" this finally catches his attention, making him pause the film and look at you.

"Of course, sweetheart, what is it?"

"I just....- is something wrong, Aaron?" his face scrunches in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Is it work? Or does it have something to do with me, if yes you can tell me, because I won't mind-"

"Honey, nothing is wrong with you or work," he reassures you instantly.

"Then what is it?" you question with a slightly desperate voice.

"Nothing, everything is okay," he lies, but you see right through him. His very skilled lying from work not working, when he is with you.

"Something's been bothering you lately and we both know it," you point it out softly, even if your voice is a little bit stern. He takes one look at you and sighs, he knows, he has to tell you the truth.

"Okay, yes, you are right, sweetheart," he murmurs quietly.

"What is it?" You ask with a gentle voice, putting your hand behind his neck to play with his hair.

He doesn't know how to say it, so the words just spill out of his mouth," I don't think, it's a good idea to be together."

You look at him with so much hurt and move away from him, that he immediately wants to take his words back.

"W-what?" you puzzle, your lower lip slightly wobbling.

It takes Aaron every strenght he has not to take his words back," I mean, look at you and me, honey. You are so much younger than me, you should be dating somebody close to your age. Not somebody who already has a son. I mean, I'm not even home half of the time, what kind of boyfriend does that make me?" He is frustrated, but not because of you, never because of you, he just wants you to live the life you deserve and not waste it by being with him.

And immediately after he finishes his talk your whole face changes. You go from heartbroken to angry and you slap him on the arm (gently).

"You are being ridiculous, Hotchner," you argue. You are frowning so much at him, that in any other situation Aaron would have laughed at your expression.

"But I'm not, I'm being serious. You shouldn't be waiting almost every day for me to finally come home from work. You should be out going on dates, that you deserve, and I can't always, almost never do that-"

you put your hand over his mouth before he can continue. "Shut up, I can't believe you right now," you shake your head in disagreement,

"do you love me?"

Your question seems absurd to Aaron, because it is so obvious. "Of course, I do, sweetheart. But it doesn't change the fact-"

"But it does. You love me and I love you. I don't care, what other people say or think. And i don't care, that you aren't home as much as we would both like. But when you are, you always make it worth it, always. And I like being home with Jack, I don't even really like going out, I'd rather just be home with you guys."

"Plus, have you seen yourself? Guys around my age have nothing on you, handsome. You are too good looking to get rid of me this easily. " Your last sentence is teasing, but that doesn't mean your words are any less true.

"Really?" It's not often that Aaron feels uncertain about things as he does now. So your words are like a warm hug for him. Making him let out the breath, he didn't even realise he was holding.

"Yes, really," you scooch closer to him, caressing both of his cheeks," I love you Aaron. There is never a moment, that makes me doubt you or doubt us. What made you feel this way, huh?"

"I guess, it's always been somewhere on my mind," he confesses, as he completely melts under your hands.

"You should have said something earlier then, " you scowl at him," but I'm glad you told me now. We talk more about it later, yeah and work things out?"

"I love you," he doesn't know what else to say. He shows you his gratitude for you and your reassurance by kissing you, once, twice and more, until you loose the count of them.

There's still a little uncertainty about this for Aaron, but with you by his side, he knows, it will be okay.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner

[cxrsed-angel]

I ♡︎ DILFS

word count: 3k

Warnings: smut 18+ only (minors DNI), Daddy kink (kinda expected), established relationship, age gap (reader is between 24-25, Joel is in his 50s), oral (male receiving), fem!reader

A/N: I've always thought Joel was hot but Pedro Pascal playing him really did it for me, trying to improve my smut so I hope this is better than my last one. <3!!

You were going through an old building as a short cut you didn't realize it at first from the decay and rubble, but the more you looked around, you could see that it used to be a mall. You looked inside a store seeing if you could find anything useful when you spot it. It was a sign from fate; you go and grab the shirt and hold it up to look at. Considering what it's been through, it was in pretty good condition, like it was saved for you. You quickly take off your backpack and put it on. It was a little small; you assume it was a baby tee from the fit of it, but you had a long sleeve under, so you were still covered. You hear Ellie call your name and grab your stuff and run over to them. Joel starts walking, leading you out once he sees you, “Took you long enough come on lets get out of here” You see Ellie looking at the shirt, trying to read it.

 “I heart-i heart, whats a DILF?” Ellie asks more so to anyone than directly to her you could see the gears turning in her head trying to figure out what each letter means. 

You wish you could take a picture of Joel's face when he heard that, he turned around so fast, “Where the hell did you find that at” “C’mon Joel you know this is my brand, my whole motto, this is me, it was fate that brought me and this shirt together and Im never taking it off.” 

“Dead I Like, Deadly I-ok I give up what is it” you both ignored Ellie trying to figure out what DILFS are. 

“I can't take you anywhere, how do you always manage to find the most ridiculous shit during an apocalypse.”

 “Hey! what is it, I don't get it.” You hear Ellie shouting at you clearly annoyed, but youre more focused on Joel at the moment. 

“Aw Joel don't be jealous you know you're the only DILF for me” 

“Can you shut the hell up.” You giggled slightly at the clear annoyance in his voice. You loved messing with him when you can, and when it wouldn't put you in danger of course, you added some much-needed fun to his life. 

You finally leave the mall and walk out onto the road; you were so excited about your DILF shirt, you had an eye for things like this. You knew you couldn't take back everything you find but if it was small or something you really liked you took with you like when you found an old hello kitty watch, it didn't work, but it was still cute. Another time you found a Britney Spears poster in decent condition that was currently hanging up in your room, but the DILFS shirt was definitely your favorite after the poster. You were happy to add it to your little collection. 

“Can someone please explain what is a DILF I don't get it and why is Joel one?” Ellie asks for the billionth time, getting frustrated at you both for not listening to her. 

“Its da-”  You were interrupted by Joel his deep voice, a little upset at you for almost telling Ellie, you didnt think it was too inappropriate but he clearly disagreed. 

“Absolutely not youre not telling her she doesn't need to know, way too young for that, Im surprised you even know what it means” he responded, looking back at you mortified at where you had learned it from. 

“Hey! I was born before the pandemic you know” you tell him, reminding him that you’re not that young. Although compared to him, you were. 

“You were what 4, 5 when it happened can’t have remembered much before.” you heard the sass in his voice but you continue trying to prove that it shouldn't be surprising that you know what a DILF is. 

 “Okay, Im not ancient like you but still I had older friends, and we would talk about-” He interrupts you again, staring at you with frowned eyebrows. 

“Please stop there I really don’t want to know what you and your friends talk about, can we just change topics please.” If they told you about DILFs, he really didn't want to hear what else teens talked about in this world. 

“Dude c’mon, why can't you tell me, Im not a little kid.” Ellie says again, trying to get both of your attention and get you to explain it to her. You know now she’s not gonna let it go since Joel told her no. But you decided you’ll explain it later, especially after the whole playboy magazine situation, and she was around the same age you first heard it from your friends so you didnt see the issue.

“Alright from here until we get to where we are headed we are quiet, no one says a word unless you're dying got it” you could tell Joel had heard enough, and considering that you were outside you told it was best to listen to him and not distract him or yourself. 

“got it” “yes sir” you lean towards Ellie. “He’s in a mood today huh” deciding to bother him one last time before you would have be serious. 

She was about to respond until you walked right into Joel, giving you a yet intimidating glare frowning his eyebrows at you.  “alright alright, i’ll shut up.” 

After a couple hours of walking, Joel found a small safe building to sleep for the night, and you had been talking to Ellie until she fell asleep; you walk over into the room Joel was in, deciding to tease him again.

 “Hey daddy whatcha doing?” you call out in his direction, watching as he rolls his eyes at the name. 

“Stop.” he responded flatly, clearly not amused by your jokes, but you decided to keep them going. 

 “What's wrong Daddy does it make you flustered?” You thought he was going to give you another flat response or tell you to shut up. But you were wrong, instead, he stands up and walks over to you, standing closer than you anticipated, you try to step back slightly, but his arm around your waist prevents you from going too far. You feel the blood rush to your cheek and ears, your mouth goes dry, not knowing what to say or how to respond.

“Oh look who’s flustered now, sweetheart.” His deep voice teases you back, having more of an effect on you than your teasing did on him. You feel yourself get hotter, your brain is unable to focus anything except on how close he was and his rough hand around your waist forcing you closer to him, though you didn't mind. You continue blinking up at him, speechless.

“Youre so quiet now what happened, thought you were teasing me baby?” 

You continue to stare at his brown eyes, the only thing you brain was thinking way, wow hes so hot. You look up into his face, taking in his features. The wrinkles around his pretty brown eyes, the scars and cuts around his face. God you always thought he was attractive but it still amazes you how hot and pretty he was. You could look at him all day. 

He wraps both his hand around your waist, pulling you to him,places his lips on yours. You loved kissing Joel. It was rare having him kiss you while you weren’t in the safety of the QZ. He usually couldn’t relax enough to kiss you, needing to be alert and focused just in case. So this took you by surprise but his kisses always made you feel warm and safe, and in that moment, you didn't have to worry about anything. All that mattered was him. 

You wrap your hands around his neck as you deepen the kiss, pressing your lips against his rough lips, closing your eyes as you melt into his embrace; his hands lower down your waist and squeeze your ass, which surprises you so much that you let out a small gasp against his lips. Joel pulls away slightly, smiling at you “youre cute” His actions confused you; you rarely ever are intimate outside the walls, but you trusted him and if he felt comfortable you knew you were safe so you decided to mess with him “hmm I dont daddy youre pretty cute yourself.” 

He guides you over to the makeshift bed, leading you by your waist, making you walk backward, as you continue kissing him, parting your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside yours. 

 “You ain’t gonna stop are you” he asks he sits down and pulls you down onto his lap; you couldn’t tell iif he seriously was tired of you calling him that or if he just teasing too. 

 “what you don't like it Daddy?” you ask, trying to gauge his reaction you didn’t want to push it too far or actually make him uncomfortable. 

 “I never say that now did I, sweetheart?” again, he confused you does that mean he liked it or that he didn’t mind you joking about it? you stare at his face trying to see. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by him pulling your lips onto his again. But more aggressively than earlier, moaning into his mouth and rolling your hips against him as he gropes your ass through your jeans.

“Joel” You moan against his lips before you lean your head into his neck.

 “Aw baby what happened to daddy huh” you pull away, looking up at him with wide eyes, surprised. Did he like it? You look at his face and see his eyes full of lust, and you realized he liked it. He liked it when you called him daddy. You look down, suddenly getting shy and embarrassed about saying it. It was one thing saying it as a joke and teasing him about it, but to moan, it was different; it was dirtier. 

He saw you getting shy and flustered in his lap, avoiding eye contact with him. Unlike you, he could read you like the back of his hand; he could easily tell you were embarrassed.

“c’mon baby no need to be shy, I can tell you like too don’t you” he softly stroked your waist when one hand and squeezes your ass with the other. you take your gaze off the floor onto him. nodding in agreement with him.

“C’mon baby need you say it, you like calling me daddy don’t you” you could tell he wanted you to say it out loud, his hand rubbing small patterns on your waist encouraging you, reassuring you that you didn’t need to be embarrassed. 

“Yea i like it daddy” you mutter quietly, still ashamed to say in a serious setting. Not quite ready to admit to yourself that calling Joel daddy turned you on as much as it did. 

You didn't think you would like it or find it this attractive. Maybe it was your lack of a father growing up, and Joel being older than you. You didn't know why; all you knew is that once you said it, you felt yourself getting wetter. 

“hmm good girl” he takes your face into his hands, kissing you again; you slip your tongue into his mouth, his deep voice letting out a moan against your mouth. You couldnt help but grind and roll your hips against him, searching for any type of release. 

He goes to lift your shirt but stops slightly, rolling his eyes “Want me to fuck you in the I heart DILFS shirt dont you?” you look at him, nodding laughing a little “you know me so well.” 

He sighs and shakes his head. Although there’s disappointment in his voice, you can tell there’s also amusement. “ I do, dont why I tolerate you” 

 “You love me, cant live without me, I bring adventure into your life you’d be so bored without me.” you remind him why he puts up with you.

“Shut up” he mutters, though you sensed the amusement in his voice because he knows you’re right. As much as you annoyed him, he couldn’t imagine living without your teasing and antics. 

You unbutton his shirt and take it off, lightly grazing your fingers across his chest, admiring his chest and body, you see more scars and healed wounds but you also see his muscles. You’ve always loved his body. You remember the nights in your apartment placing, kissing along his waist, his chest, his stomach. 

You thought about placing marks on his chest but were interrupted by him unzipping your jeans and lifts your hips up to slide your pants off, you get off his lap, taking off the rest of your pants.  You unzip his pants, pulling them down, you stare at his bulge through his boxers and press kisses onto his dick, teasing him through his boxers. 

“Wanna suck you off” you mumble quietly, focusing on how much you need him in your mouth. You weren’t even sure he heard or understood you until you hear his deep voice speak to you, breaking you away from your thoughts. 

“What’d you say darling couldnt hear” You know he heard you he just wanted you to say it louder. 

“Can I please suck your dick daddy” you look up at him batting your eyelashes while you rub your hand against his hard dick. You feel his dick twitch against your hand while he bites his lip, suppressing a moan. 

“Goddamn darling you’re killing me” his texas accent getting stronger as he gets harder in his boxers, you loved hearing his deep texas accent come out as he gets more turned on by you. 

He pulls down his boxers, and no matter how many times you’ve seen his dick, you’re still in shocked at how big he is. You can’t help but to stare for a couple of seconds taking it in, you smile up at him before teasing him licking the tip gently as you lightly stroke him, you continue placing kitty licks on his dick. He shivers against your tongue, and you love it, love watching him fall apart because of you and seeing how much your mouth affected him. 

 You gather some spit in your mouth before you drool some onto his dick. He rolls his eyes back as you slowly stroke his cock in your hand, using your spit as lube. You hear his deep voice moaning as you lean down and lick the tip while still stroking him. You start to slowly speed your hand when you feel his hand lightly tugging your hair making you stop and stare up at him.

 “you’re gonna have to speed it up sweetheart.” 

That was all he said before his hand grabbed the back of your head and forced your lips onto his cock. You hollow your cheeks and take him in further, feeling your nose brush against his hair at the base of his cock. He moves his hips gently fucking your throat 

“Fuck you feel so good” he murmured under his breath, his voice deeper than his usual tone. You closed your eyes as you felt yourself starting to choke on him,he started to thrust his hips faster into your mouth. 

“C’mon baby look at me, look at daddy.” 

You couldn’t help but moan around him at his words, feeling yourself getting more turned on as he called himself daddy. You listen, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you continue taking him down your throat. 

“Atta girl, so pretty looking up at me like that.” you feel yourself getting warmer from his praise, loving how vocal he was, you wish you were back at his apartment so he could be louder without the risk of drawing unwanted and dangerous attention. 

He moves the hair that was falling in front of your face behind your ears “you look fucking gorgeous sucking my dick darling” feeling butterflies in your stomach as he compliments you.  

You take him out of your swollen lips when you start feeling dizzy from the lack of air; you continue to stroke him in your hands as you catch your breath until he puts his hand on your head, guiding your mouth back onto his cock. His deep voice moans out your name under his breath as he gets closer to his release. 

“fuck darling i’m close keep on-yes like that baby god you like this huh like having daddy’s dick in your mouth sweetheart?”

You nod as best you could, trying to agree, but all that comes out is your moans against his dick. You could tell he was close as his started to get slightly louder, but you could tell he was trying his best to be quiet. His deep voice, making your head go fuzzy in arousal. He start making you gag as he thrusting into your mouth faster , sloppy fucking into your mouth as he closer to his release. After a few more thrust you hear him moaning your name as he cums into your mouth. You feel his cum shoot into your mouth and down your throat.

You held your head onto his cock until he finish before you slowly took him out your mouth. He holds your cheek in his hands, lightly caressing them. 

“Open baby girl let me see.” you happily open your mouth, showing how you swallowed his cum. “Good girl baby c’mere” he pulls you onto his lap again before placing a kiss on your lips , softly biting your bottom lip before pulling away. He holds you in his lap for a couple of minutes. you lay your head on his shoulder as he softly rubs his hand up and down your back.

“if we were at home you know i’d take care of you right baby” his deep voice makes you lift your head off of him, looking into his eyes. Before you met Joel, you thought older men didn’t have much of a sex drive, you didn’t know if it was just Joel or all men in their 50s but he proved you wrong. There have been many nights in his room where he would fuck more than one time; the first time caught you by surprise. Of course, you both paid the price in the morning; both sore, aching muscles had to spend the next day in bed, not being able to do much. So you know he would have fuck if you were back at home. 

“Of course i do” you play with the hair at the back of his neck for a little while before getting off his lap so he could put his clothes back on, and you do the same. You didn't mind; you knew sucking him off was as much risk as he could take, and you didn't really feel comfortable enough to fuck out in the open like this. After you both have your clothes on, you lay down with Joel, wrapping your arms around his waist as he turned, pressing your back into your chest, falling asleep. Trying to rest before you’d have to walk back to the QZ in the morning.

#angel writes #joel <3 #Joel miller #the last of us #tlou hbo #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller smut #Joel miller x reader smut #pedro pascal

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Sunshine and Sundresses

AN: All this is about is Chris wanting to fuck you while you're in a sundress lol. I'm somewhat in my Chris feelings right now so yay.

Synopsis: There's just something about the sight of you in a sundress that makes Chris lose all of his self-restraint.

Heads up: Bang Chan x Fem! Reader, established relationship, mostly pwp, Soft Dom! Chris, public sex, Chris and Reader remain mostly clothed, dirty talk, pet names, Daddy kink, fingering (f. receiving), praise kink, unprotected piv sex, biting (f. receiving), creampie,

Reader and Chris lick the other's cum off Chris's fingers (it'll make sense when you get there lol) and Chris plugs Reader after cumming inside of her.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Chris finds himself tripping over his words once again when he sees the bottom of your dress shift and ride up your thighs. This was getting ridiculous now.

He'd seen you in various outfits and states of dress over the months of your relationship, and, at the risk of sounding cheesy, he thinks you look beautiful no matter what you're wearing. However, he would be lying if he didn't find himself utter enthralled with you wearing sundresses in particular.

The two of you decided to go on a picnic since your schedules finally aligned, and Chris found himself completely tongue-tied when he was greeted with the sight of you in a pretty, yellow sundress that flitted against your fantastic thighs. He's also certain you're not wearing a bra that isn't helping the blood rushing to his dick.

"Chris?" You ask with a tinge of concern to your voice.

He needs to get his shit together. It's just a dress.

"Sorry, uh I was just saying that I'm glad that we finally got the chance to spend some time together," he responds, hoping you don't notice the breathlessness in his voice.

The smile you give him makes his heart rate pick up exponentially. It's only made worse when you cuddle further into his side and press a kiss against his jaw, "I'm happy we finally get to actually go on a date too. I've missed this."

Perhaps it's the overwhelming love he feels for you in that moment or just the simple desire to kiss you that compels him to angle himself to meet your lips.

He swallows the cute, startled noise you make, tightening his grip on your waist and deepening the kiss considerably. Rationally, he knows that the two of you probably shouldn't be making out so heatedly in a public park like this, but Chris can't bring himself to care as he rolls you onto your back. Groaning against your lips when the erection he's been fighting all day comes into contact with panty covered core.

He pulls back to catch his breath and stares down at your dazed face and freshly kissed lips, the tops of your tits being incredibly distracting with each laboured inhale you take. Well fuck. How is he supposed to stop now?

"You look so pretty," Chris breathes out, pressing delicate kisses to your jaw and reaching one of his hands down to grab a generous handful of one of your tits over the fabric of your dress.

"Ah, Chris, we're in public. Someone might see," you cry out, but he can tell you're trying to hold back. A self-satisfied smirk does cross his face when he feels your hands grip his back as he continues his assault on your throat and tit.

"We'll just have to be quiet then. You just look so beautiful that I couldn't help myself," he responds against your skin, groaning slightly as he fondles you.

He feels warmth course through his system at the shy expression on your face, shifting upwards to press a soft kiss against your lips as his hand moves from your chest to brush against your plush thighs. Chris strokes you through your panties lightly, his cock quickly becoming painfully hard as he swallows down all your moans and mewls and keens and, feels your nails digging into his broad, clothed back.

"Chris please," you moan out, your hips bucking up into his hand in search of more pressure.

"You know better than to call me by my name, princess," Chris softly chastises, slowing down his strokes in warning.

"No, Daddy, I'm sorry," you rush out so quickly and frantically that he almost misses what you say. However, when his brain is finally able to pull itself together, he groans and slots his mouth against yours once more. He moves your panties to the side and sinks two of his thick fingers inside of you, cock throbbing as your slick walls clench around them.

Chris is glad he had the foresight to kiss you before slipping his fingers inside of you because the moans and whines you let out likely would've gotten the two of you caught. He's a little disappointed that he won't get the chance to eat you out, but he didn't want to risk it. You two were already pushing your luck here. Instead, he focuses on opening you up with his fingers, curling them in the way he knows renders you thoughtless.

"Daddy, please. Want you in-inside me," you pull back and whine, reaching your hand down to stroke his cock over his pants.

It's Chris's turn to bite back his own sounds. Gritting his teeth from the toe-curling pleasure he feels from the pressure provided by your hand, his hips instinctively pressing into your hand in search of more relief.

"Wanna make sure you're stretched out properly. Don't wanna hurt you," he responds, his voice sounding strained to his own ears as he brushes your clit with his thumb.

"You-You won't hurt me, D-Daddy. I can t-take it," you whine, kissing and nipping at his jaw as you continue to palm him.

Chris can feel his resolve crumbling. A groan almost slipping from his mouth as your walls continue to clench around his fingers, and your mouth leaves hot kisses on his skin.

"Fuck, okay," he concedes, easing his fingers from your vice grip and sitting back so he could more comfortably tug off his pants. However, Chris is momentarily distracted by your juices coating his fingers. Impulsively, he shoves them in his mouth, moaning and his eyes fluttering shut. Your taste going straight to his cock, more pre-cum smearing his already sticky boxers.

Chris is brought out of taking in your taste by a very audible whine from you, eyes flying open to see you watching his mouth intently. You look completely frenzied as you watch him, your eyes completely glazed over and bruised lips parted.

He makes a mental note to eat you out properly later. For both of your sakes.

He hurriedly unbuttoned his pants, shoving them and his boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free. The mewl you let out and the way your thighs spread further as your eyes remain glued to his cock does phenomenal things for his ego.

"Are you ready?" He asks, grabbing himself and lining his cock up with your entrance.

"Yes, please," you respond, desperation seeping into your voice. God, you're just so fucking cute and pretty and, you're all his.

"Okay baby," he coos, slowly easing his cock into you. Gritting his teeth as your slick, velvet walls grip his cock harshly but, he wants to make sure the stretch isn't too much for you all at once.

He quickly covers your mouth with his hand when your moans get a little too loud, worrying him that the two of you might be overhead. Not that he doesn't get it. He has to make a conscious effort to swallow down his own noises from the mind-numbing pleasure of finally being fully inside of you.

"You have to be quiet, Princess," he warns, though any sterness in his voice is severely undercut by how breathless he sounds, even to his own ears.

Your mewl is muffled by his hand, watery eyes locking on his when he begins to thrust into you. He bites down on your shoulder to try his best to silence himself, a guttural groan slipping past his lips when you clench around him particularly hard.

"Yeah, you like this don't you, baby? You were acting so scandalised earlier but, the way your tight pussy is gripping me tells me everything I need to know," he mutters against your skin, leaving soft kisses on the partially visible bite mark left on your shoulder.

Even though his hand is covering your mouth, he can clearly make out your pleads and moans. A few stray tears running down your face.

As much as Chris would love to take his time with you, he didn't want to risk getting caught. He fucked into you hard and fast, hoping against hope noone is around to hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your respective muffled moans.

He was getting close, the sight of your glossy, tear eyes and cleavage jiggling with each of his brutal thrusts certainly wasn't helping.

"You have no idea what seeing you in this fucking dress does to me," he mutters against your throat in between kisses and light nips.

"So fucking pretty. So sexy," he continues on, hissing through his teeth as you tighten around him with each word of praise that falls from his plump lips.

Your hand reaches up to grasp his wrist, trying to signal to him to take his hand off of your mouth. When he does, you pull him into another frenzied kiss. It's all teeth and spit and, Chris hurriedly reaches between your bodies to rub circles against your swollen clit.

Chris tries his best to muffle your whines of 'Daddy' and 'please' and, borderline incoherent moans. His eyes roll into the back of his skull when you cum around him. Your pussy gripping him so tightly that he can barely pull out but, he fucks you through it nonetheless. Cooing praises and encouragement to you as you ride it out, his hand grabbing your thigh as his own climax hits him like a train.

You both moan into each other as Chris's warm, thick cum floods your eager pussy. He shudders as you continue to clench around him all the while, seemingly trying your hardest to milk him for all of his cum.

He resists the urge to just continue lying here with you and sleepily exchanging kisses while you both bask in your respective afterglows. He grimaces as he pulls out of you, desire curling in his as he plugs you with his fingers to prevent any of his cum from leaking out of you. "Chris," you gasp out, your hips jolting against his hand.

"I want you to keep all of my cum inside you," he says with a dark edge to his voice, hurriedly putting your panties in place and pulling his fingers out of you. They're coated with his cum and he feels his sensitive cock twitch when you grasp his hand and put them in your mouth, eagerly licking his essence off of them.

Fuck, he loves you.

#bang chan smut #stray kids smut #chan smut #chan stray kids smut #stray kids chan smut #chris smut

[dahliakbs]

✷Babysitting Reverse Robins: Driving to the Supermarket ‿⁠✷

Masterlist

A couple hours prior Damian had asked you to watch his family while he stayed out late on a case and because you owed him so many favors you said yes. Which led you to what you were doing.

"Dick are you sure you can drive?" you asked the small child.

He seemed pretty excited to finally be able to show off his driving skills even though you were pretty sure he shouldn't even have been able to touch a steering wheel at his age.

The only reason you were allowing this small child to drive you to the supermarket was because you currently had to deal with their baby brother Bruce who for the life of you would not let you go.

You'd tried putting him down so many times but he'd jump cling on to you further and scream his head off and you can't drive like that can you?

Also for some reason Damian allowed him to have a car.

Who gives a child a car?!

"Of course I can drive, I can't say the same for him though" he grinned before turning over to his older brother Jason.

Even though he was also still a child he'd somehow been allowed to ride a motorcycle through the streets.

"Guys I'm not to sure about this, can't we get Tim to drive?" you asked.

He was the much older sibling and you were sure he had much more experience than these two.

"He can't drive"

Scratch that, nevermind

"Why is he older and he can't drive?" You asked as you helped Dick in to the car.

He wasn't even tall enough to get in, let alone reach the steering wheel without having to sit on a little cushion.

Ridiculous

"Cause he sucks and we're better" Jason answered.

Bit harsh but okay.

"You'd better drive quick before the police realize that there's a kid in the drivers seat" you told him before quickly getting in the car.

You hadn't even had time to talk to Jason before he was off, speeding down the streets as if the supermarket wasn't ten minutes away.

Matter of fact you could've just walked there but sadly Gotham was to dangerous for that. So let's hope Dick can actually drive or else your totally screwed.

"Um, so I probably should've told you this before but.." He turns to you with that cute little deceiving smile he always give you before something goes wrong.

In the corner of your eye you can see him slowly pressing his foot into the gas peddle.

"I lied, I can't drive"

....

"WHAT, STOP THE CAR"

He just giggles before hard pressing the gas peddle. All you can do is clutch Baby B tightly in your arms and hope you get to the supermarket in one piece.

#reverse robins #reverse au #batfam #batfam x reader #batfam x you #batfamily #dc #dc x you #batfamily x reader #batman #batman x reader #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #jason todd x you #dick grayson x you #tim drake x you #bruce wayne

[teaberrii]

Chapter 25: Brothers

You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.

When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.

Dan Heng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Before Young’s execution

“Magic?” your mother asked. “Why are you getting yourself involved with that?”

It was late, and you never expected to be caught by your mother on your way back to your room. You obviously weren’t going to tell her the truth that you were with Young. So, you decided to tell her something that she might like to hear but was also partly the truth: you were learning about magic.

“Because I want to?” You didn’t know how to answer that question. 

Your mother’s upset and disappointed look had you confused. Shouldn’t she be proud or happy that you were learning about what was happening with the world?

“Stop getting involved in things you shouldn't be."

You frowned. Then, before you could stop yourself, you swiftly said, “Is it because you think magic is dangerous? Or, is it because you think it’s something that only men should do?”

She said your name as if you were a child. “Magic has consequences.”

“Consequences means responsibility. I don’t want my future to be just an accessory.”

Your mother’s gaze hardened. “You—”

Then, you turned and left the room.

You were walking so fast that you didn’t see a young man come around the corner. You gasped. When you looked up, his eyes were as wide as yours. You heard your mother call your name. The man looked at you, and you quickly said, “Don’t say a word.”

Caelus had heard about you from Jing Yuan, the man he had formed an unexpected friendship. He described you as a princess with an “un-princess-like personality.” And when Caelus asked if Jing Yuan was ridiculing you, Jing Yuan said that it was a compliment, which sparked Caelus's curiosity. He never found an opportunity to approach you... until now.

You were about to leave when your mother found you. You were about to speak when Caelus said, “Do you mind if I borrow her?”

“What could you possibly want with my daughter?”

You and Caelus glanced at each other. “Jing Yuan is looking for her.”

"Is he?" Caelus nodded. Was your mother really going to believe a blatant lie? Well, she never failed to surprise you. She looked away and exhaled softly as if letting something slide. “...Very well.”

When your mother was out of sight, Caelus extended his hand. “My name's Caelus. It’s an honour, princess.”

"Caelus?" Then, it hit you. "The delivery boy?" He nodded as you shook his hand and introduced yourself . “‘I’d rather you call me by my name.” Eventually, you and Caelus began walking toward the garden together. “I've heard things about you.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“If you like being called cute and diligent by middle-aged women, then… yeah, good things.”

“The maids.”

“They talk. A lot.” You glanced at him. “So… Why’d you take this job?”

"I’ve always been curious about the palace,” he said, not looking at you. “My mother was here.”

“Your mother? Who?”

“...She’s gone now.”

Your expression turned sympathetic. “Oh… I’m so sorry.”

“She knew your father,” Caelus said, slowly looking at you. “Did you know?”

"Then, he must've recognized you."

"I'm afraid he didn't." Caelus was hoping he could fish something out of you. Or, maybe gauge your responses to see how much you really knew. But so far, it seemed like you were completely in the dark, Then, he cleared his throat. “Let’s stop talking about depressing things. Why did your mother look so angry?”

“Magic.”

“Magic?”

“I’ve been learning about magic.”

“That’s why she’s angry?”

You nodded.

“...Care to share how much you know?”

You glanced at him. “You're interested in magic?”

“I think it can improve people’s lives if used properly. But, my sister doesn’t want anything to do with it."

“Why's that?"

“...It can make people crazy.”

"Well, she's not wrong."

Caelus looked at you. "How are you learning about it? Through books?”

“I just met you. I’m not going to spill all of my secrets.”

“I guess we’ll have to become friends then.” You raised a brow. Then, he stopped and extended his hand again. “I’m Caelus. Your new friend.”

“Is this how you make friends with people?” you asked with an amused scoff. “You want to know how much I know? Why not share your secrets first?” When Caelus said nothing, you rolled your eyes. “See. They’re called secrets for a reason.”

“But, we’re the same race.”

“...And that matters because…?”

“Aren’t humans supposed to help each other? Our only enemy is the dragons, after all.” Caelus stepped toward you. “...Unless they're the ones you've been learning from.” After a short, tense silence, Caelus smiled. “Sorry. I’m just joking.”

“I still don’t trust you.”

Then, when you began walking away, Caelus ran up to you. " What if I made you a deal?”

Not long after Stelle receives the worrying call, everyone ends up at the police station and sees Stelle's father talking with a police officer.

“...Is it possible to track him?” you ask quietly.

You, Lan, Nanook, and Young are standing a short distance from the humans. Pom stands in the middle, wanting to know what’s going on in both worlds.

“If the rabbit can change into a dog, maybe we can," Nanook says. Pom flashes him an unamused look, and Nanook smiles. “Just trying to lighten’ up the situation.”

“Caelus likely has all of his memories back,” Lan says. “The final trigger. It would explain why he disappeared.” He exhales softly. “It’s possible we don’t have to look for him at all.”

"You think he's looking for Cupid?" Nanook asks. "A man on a mission."

"Then, we'll have to find him first."

Everyone but the humans turn to Young.

"I'm just going to ask," Nanook says. "How are you alive?"

It was shortly after Young got the locket back from Pom that he was infusing it with magic. Blood dripped from his hand, but Young didn't flinch as the locket burned into his flesh. 

“What are you doing?”

Young nearly dropped the locket in surprise. He wasn't expecting a visitor. As his mother got closer, her eyes widened, but Young kept his usual calm. "Don't."

His mother didn't listen and grabbed her son's wrist, making Young drop the locket. The pendant landed on the floor with a soft thud. 

"You have no reason to be toying around with this kind of magic," his mother said, stepping on the locket before Young could pick it up.

"You're mistaken, Mother. It wasn't what you think it was."

"Do not take me for a fool." 

Young looked his mother in the eyes. "I was undoing a spell," he lied. "A shaman cursed this locket, and I'm undoing his magic."

"...A shaman?"

He believes Jing Yuan is going to start a war," Young said. "He cursed this locket in hopes that I'd give it to him. It'd be his downfall."

"Jing Yuan...? Starting a war?"

"I'm sure you've heard the stories, Mother. Jing Yuan is now the Commanding General of the North. There are people who believe he has ulterior motives." 

"And how did you come to know about this shaman?"

"Because I am not human."

When his mother lifted her foot off the pendant, Young bent over and picked it up. "Why are you helping Jing Yuan?" she asked.

A pause.

"...I'm not. I'm helping you."

"So, you lied to your mother about using one of the most energy-consuming spells in history," Nanook says.

"You had to be sure that you were going to die if you put all that energy into tying your soul to an object," Lan adds. A small pause. “And that kind of spell wears off.”

“...What are you getting at?”

Before the god can say anything, Stelle walks up.

“...We’re going to help look for my brother.”

“What did the police say?” Nanook asks.

“They managed to track him on a few surveillance cameras around the city,” Gepard says, coming up beside Stelle with March.

“We’ll find him in no time!” March frowns. “Because I have a damn lot of questions for him.”

“As do I,” Stelle’s father says, walking up to Stelle’s other side. “Did you know he was in the hospital, Dan Heng?”

You and Young glance at each other. “No.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, the more eyes the better,” Nanook says, sighing. “Why not call Jing Yuan to help look for the guy? He has connections around the city, doesn’t he?”

“Jing Yuan?" Stelle's father frowns. "How would he know about my son?”

“Er… well…”

Stelle’s father frowns. “Who are you people, anyway? What is your relationship with him?” He shoots you, Pom, and Dan Heng a disappointed look. “Do you know him as well?”

“I’m surprised you’re so defensive,” Lan says with a pointed look. “Why is it so important whether we’re acquainted with Jing Yuan or not?”

Stelle turns to her father. “I remember you mentioning him before. How do you know him, Dad?”

“We’re business partners,” he answers cooly. “I’m surprised because young people like you shouldn’t know who he is.”

Somehow, you don’t buy it.

“Who's this Jing Yuan guy?” March finally asks. “Is he a bad person? Is that why everyone’s in a fuss?”

"Shouldn't we be focusing on finding Caelus?" you ask. 

Stelle’s father says nothing and walks away.

◆◆◆

“...Hey, Caelus.”

Instead of working, Stelle was crouching and waving a long piece of grass in front of a black cat trying to catch it between his paws. Caelus was working in the garden as usual. Since their mother's disappearance, the twins have been selling crops to the market for a living.

Caelus stood upright with a large carrot in his hand. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm. “What is it, Stelle? Maybe you could help.”

Stelle sighed just as the cat caught the grass. Then, she stood and walked to her brother. She crouched and started loosening the soil. “...Why do you think Father left us?”

“Why are you suddenly asking about that?”

“It's just something that's been on my mind." Then, quietly, "...Because Mom isn’t coming back.” Caelus’s shoulders fell as he watched his sister firmly tug on the carrot leaves. Once Stelle pulled out a carrot, she tossed it to him. “What did we do to deserve this? Is it our fault that no adult wants us?”

"What are you saying, Stelle? Mom didn't abandon us!"

Caelus wished he had a better answer. But he knew just as much as she did. Their real parents were young and poor. Left with no other options, they'd sold them to the woman Caelus and Stelle called Mother, the woman who had disappeared. But she had treated them as if they were her own children.

“...But she’s not here anymore.”

“I told you there's a reason.”

“I know,” Stelle muttered. “You saw her being taken.”

“Exactly! That wasn't her choice!”

Stelle looked in the distance where the palace stood. “Perhaps she’s enjoying the palace life. If only we could just see her one more time…”

“We will, Stelle.”

“There you go again.” Stelle rolled her eyes. “Stop your wishful thinking.”

“I’ll find a way to get into the palace.”

Stelle sighed. “I guess we'll talk when we get there.”

Caelus is sitting on a park bench, hunched over and his eyes on the ground.

It’s in the past.

That isn’t his life now. Sure, his mother isn’t always around because of her work overseas, but he has Stelle and his father. These memories… the life he lived… That’s all in the past. But if that’s the case, why does it still hurt?

“I don’t get it.” Caelus slowly looks up but sees no one around. “Why am I feeling this way?” The disembodied voice gets closer. Then, a breeze hits his right shoulder. He immediately turns and sees an unfamiliar man. He’s sitting next to him with one leg crossed over the other. “It’s nice to finally meet the brother who killed his sister.”

Caelus stumbles to his feet. “Who are you?”

Sampo uncrosses his legs and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. Then, he smiles. “Do you want me to answer your question?”

“...What question?”

“The life you’re living now is far from the one you had centuries ago. So, why are you feeling like you’re still living it?” Sampo stands. “Am I wrong?”

“Are you one of them?”

“A god?” Sampo scoffs. “No. And frankly, I don’t want to be one either. It’s not all that it appears to be.”

“That’s not my concern. If you’re not a god, who are you? Do you have something to do with Cupid?”

“Maybe. Sort of.” Sampo puts a hand in his pocket. “You can call me the Grim Reaper.”

“Is that a joke?”

“Would you like me to prove it to you?”

A short silence later, Caelus asks, “What do you want from me?”

“Why are you getting involved with them?” Sampo was stopped by Himeko while walking through the halls of the Astral Express. “It’s not like you.”

“I gave it some thought,” Sampo said. “But… as much as I got a kick over what happened centuries ago, it’s time for the foolishness to stop. Contrary to what they might think, I’m just bringing the truth to light. Cupid has to make a choice, but it’d be unfair to her if she made that choice without knowing everything. Don’t you think?”

Himeko exhaled softly. “I just hope your meddling doesn’t get you into more trouble than you are already.”

“Trouble?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

Sampo chuckled. “Ah. You mean ripping out Dan Heng’s heart? It was the only way to bring Young back.”

“You knew.”

Sampo smiled. “Young didn’t just tie his soul to the locket. He used black magic to make his mother forget about him, but that backfired, didn’t it?” Then, as if realizing something, Himeko frowned just as Sampo said, “You thought you knew everything, didn’t you, Himeko?”

“What really happened back then is not my concern.” Himeko sighed. “I just want you to do your job. It’s what I’m paying you for.”

“I may love my coin, but a job should be done well, right?" 

“I want nothing from you," Sampo answers. “Just my help if you wish. I can see it all over your face, Caelus. You’re confused, lost, and, well, a little dead. No offence.”

“I don’t want these memories,” Caelus says through gritted teeth, his eyes becoming foggier. “I don’t care who or what I was.”

“You just don’t want to be burdened by your past.” Sampo steps toward him. “Well, sorry to say, kid, but that’s part of the curse. Your past self could never let go of the hate, and it’s longing for revenge. It doesn’t want you to fight. It wants you to succumb and kill Cupid.”

“Not just Cupid,” Caelus mutters. “I—”

“Caelus…?” Sampo turns and sees Jing Yuan who has a confused but cautious look. When their eyes meet, Jing Yuan narrows his eyes and asks, “Who are you?”

Caelus stumbles toward Jing Yuan as if in a trance. “...You…” Jing Yuan quickly looks back. “If only I hadn’t listened to you…”

Jing Yuan steps back. “What are you doing out here? You’re supposed to be at the hospital.”

Jing Yuan had been driving home when he decided to take a shortcut on a whim. He never thought he’d see Caelus and a suspicious man together in a park.

Caelus looks over his shoulder at Sampo. "You said you'd help me if I asked for it, right?" The veins on his neck grow darker, and his body is slightly shaking as if trying to control his impulses. Then, finally, he says, "...Then help me kill him."

“What do you mean you won’t kill her?” Caelus asked, clenching his fists.

“She has nothing to do with your mother’s death,” Jing Yuan answered, not looking at him. “Her mother’s dead. The King is… has gone mad. You accomplished what you came here to do.”

But it didn’t feel enough. Yes, Caelus had helped Jing Yuan kill Young, but Caelus didn’t want to stop there. He’d made his intentions clear when he'd found out what happened to his mother: he wanted the entire royal family dead. While Luocha was his mother’s son, he was a child Caelus was sure his mother wouldn’t love as Luocha was not conceived out of love.

“You promised to help me,” Caelus said through gritted teeth. “I thought we were the same.”

“I exiled her,” Jing Yuan said flatly. “What more do you want?”

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Jing Yuan finally looked at him and sighed in annoyance. “No, Caelus. We accomplished what we wanted.”

“No.” Caelus put his hands on Jing Yuan’s desk and leaned closer. “I can’t ignore this feeling anymore, so I’m just going to say it. Killing Young felt too easy. He trusted me too easily.” A small pause. “If you hadn’t exiled the princess, she would’ve been killed for her relationship with Young.”

“Your point?”

Caelus frowned. “Call me crazy. Insane, maybe. But, killing Young was planned. Not just by us."

Jing Yuan looked down and smiled. Then, he leaned back. “What an imagination you have, Caelus. You should write a book.” Jing Yuan’s gaze turned dark. “Where’s your evidence? Just because it was easy to kill him?” Then, he stood. “Young and the king are dead. The princess is gone. You got your revenge.”

“...If you’re not going to kill her, I’m going to find her,” Caelus muttered. “I'm going to find her, and I’ll kill her.”

Jing Yuan glared at him. “You're wasting your time. She has nothing to do with what happened to your mother.”

"You're still protecting her." Caelus drew his blade. “Should I kill you first?”

But he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. Everything started spinning, but before he blacked out, his eyes met Luocha.

Jing Yuan can’t believe this is happening. He’s wrestling with Caelus. Caelus, for goodness sake. And while Jing Yuan thinks it will be an easy fight, Caelus proves to be much stronger than Jing Yuan thought. Or, maybe it's because of the curse.

Sampo grabs Caelus by the shirt collar and effortlessly throws him off of Jing Yuan. “You ain’t killing anyone, kid,” Sampo says.

As soon as Jing Yuan gets to his feet, he looks from Caelus to Sampo. “...Who the hell are you?”

“You’re welcome.”

Jing Yuan hears a groan and sees Caelus staggering to his feet, swaying a little. Then, before either of them can say anything, Jing Yuan hears a familiar voice. When he turns, it’s his turn to groan. “Great,” he mutters as Caelus’s father runs towards his son. “This is just what we need.”

◆◆◆

“She’s learning about magic,” Caelus said, “and I don’t think she’s doing it alone.” It was the night after Caelus had met you for the first time. “I tried making a deal with her, but it didn’t go as planned.”

Jing Yuan was twirling the ring around his finger as if contemplating something. Finally, he asked, “What deal did you ask for?”

“I want to know how much she knows about magic and where she's getting this information from."

Jing Yuan looked at Caelus who looked deep in thought. It was by chance Jing Yuan met this mysterious delivery boy, but after a round of drinks together, Caelus spilled the real reason why he was at the palace. Jing Yuan could sense it. The frustration. Agony. Confusion. They were similar. Abandoned at a young age. And while Jing Yuan didn’t know what had happened to Caelus’s mother when they met, he wouldn’t be surprised if your parents knew about her disappearance. Caelus was broken. He was a boy who was forced to grow up too fast and needed someone to confide in… He may prove to be useful.

"Do you know? You two are close, aren't you?"

Jing Yuan didn't want to answer that question, and he didn't have to as a knock came at the door.

It slid open, and Luocha walked inside. "I hope I'm not interrupting something." Without another word, Caelus left the room. Once he slid the door shut, Jing Yuan exhaled sharply, but Luocha knew the frustration was not directed at him. "He's a curious one."

“He’s just a child.”

“Yet, you intend on keeping him around? Someone like him could be dangerous.”

“He’s all bark and no bite,” Jing Yuan said flatly. “But, he’ll be useful.”

“In what way?”

“He’s looking for information about his mother. She was apparently brought to the palace when he was very young, but she’s not here.” When Luocha said nothing, Jing Yuan asked, “Do you remember you telling me you think you’re not the queen’s son?”

Luocha narrowed his eyes. “...What are you getting at?”

“Perhaps they're connected.” Jing Yuan put a hand on Luocha’s shoulder. “Maybe you should do some digging.”

Jing Yuan began walking past him until Luocha stopped him by saying his name. The general looked over his shoulder.

“I saw you… with Young the other day.”

Jing Yuan turned around. “You must have imagined it.”

“But I didn't. I know what I saw.” Luocha had fully turned to face Jing Yuan. “What were you two talking about?”

Luocha’s hand is shaking as the cup falls and shatters on the floor. He takes a breath and is about to pick up the broken pieces when he sees an unexpected hand reach out. Luocha immediately turns and sees Lan.

“What are you doing here?” Luocha asks, clearly surprised.

“Caelus is missing,” Lan says without looking at the doctor. He picks up some of the broken glass, none of which cuts him. “I thought he might’ve come here.”

“Missing?” Lan stands upright and puts the pieces in a small pile on the counter. “Unfortunately, he’s not here… How in the world did he escape?”

“...He tricked one of the nurses, apparently.”

Luocha put a hand on the counter. “This is bad. I—”

“There’s something else I want to ask.”

A pause.

“Before Young died, had he ever met Jing Yuan?"

“Now, it’s my turn to ask," Luocha says. "Did something happen? Or else, why would you be asking?”

Lan exhales softly. “Young is back.” He doesn’t give Luocha a chance to ask as he explains what happened.

“...A spell that ties the soul to an object,” Luocha says. He sighs. “I guess that would explain why the locket went missing. It had a life of its own.” A small pause. “...What does that have to do with Jing Yuan?”

“That kind of spell wears off. In other words, Young had to know he was going to die. Or else, it wouldn't make sense to go through all that effort." 

“...Wait. You’re not saying…”

“I think you know exactly what I’m saying.”

◆◆◆

When everyone decided to split to search for Caelus, you and Young had gone off together. It isn’t long into your search when Young asks about Caelus, and you tell him that he and Dan Heng are good friends.

“I see. That’s good to hear.” Young gives you a gentle smile. “I remember you talked about him quite a bit.”

“Did I?” You face him and gently squish his cheek. “Don’t tell me you were jealous. I don’t remember any of that.”

Your eyes slightly go wide as if you’d done something you weren’t supposed to. It’s strange. Your old lover in your current lover’s body. The two are supposedly the same person. So, it shouldn't feel different. Yet, it does. You’re about to pull your hand back when Young takes your hand.

“We have so much freedom here,” he says. Then, he leans in and kisses your forehead. “It’s something we’ve always wanted.”

That’s true.

“...Are you… going to stay?” you ask quietly.

“I can’t. Dan Heng is my reincarnation, but this is still his body.”

“...And his life.” Young is still holding your hand when he drops it to the side. “Even if you could stay, you’d be robbing Dan Heng of his life.”

“I know you wouldn’t want me to do that to him.” Young puts his other hand around your head and pulls you close. “The world is for the living. I may have tied my soul to the locket, but... that doesn't mean I'm alive. I have to move on." A small pause. "And I want you to come with me.”

Your eyes widen.

Young briefly closes his eyes. “...There’s also something I have to tell you.” He slowly releases you, and you’re looking into his eyes when he says, “It’s about how I died.”

“I don’t know if you’re bold or stupid.”

Young’s sharp gaze remained on the moon, despite the voice from the shadows behind him.

“Perhaps I can say the same for you.” When Young turned, his brother tossed the note and one of its edges landed firmly in the ground. Once Jing Yuan stepped on it, it immediately turned to dust. “It's been a while, Brother.”

“...You—”

“Did you know Mother would sometimes say your name in her sleep?”

Jing Yuan clenched his fists. “Did she tell you everything?”

“My father told me the truth about their marriage, and I started piecing everything together. For years, I've seen how unhappy she was with my father and her strong animosity towards humans." Young's gaze hardened. “Let me get straight to the point." A small pause. "She’s going to start a war.”

Jing Yuan furrowed his brows. “What—”

“I caught her multiple times experimenting with black magic. She wants revenge… for what the North did to the man she really loved. Your father. But she doesn’t want it to stop there.”

Jing Yuan almost laughed. “And why are you telling me this? Do you want me to stop her? Why would she listen to the son she abandoned?”

“She loves you, Jing Yuan,” Young said calmly. “...I was born out of a loveless marriage. You were not.”

Jing Yuan suddenly had Young by the throat against a large tree. “Yet, she chose you.” Young could feel his brother’s hand shaking. “Why is it always you?”

Young slowly pried Jing Yuan’s hand away and quietly said your name. “You lied to me that night when you said you’d kill her. I could see it in your eyes. You love her.” A small pause. “...Which brings me to why I’m here.”

Jing Yuan glared at his brother. “...Is Mother going to kill her?”

"The war is but a means to enslave the human race."

“And why should I trust you?”

“Because I cannot do this alone. I cannot stop her alone.” Young stepped toward his brother. “Mother is going to torture her, Jing Yuan. Her life will no longer be hers."

Jing Yuan clenched his fists. “You must be joking if I'm going help bring you two happiness. Mother and I share the same pain. Why do you think I came to the North? To get rid of this damn family.”

“...We will never have happiness.” Clearly, this took Jing Yuan off guard as he relaxed his hard stare. “Think about it, Jing Yuan. The situation. The circumstances. They say love conquers all, but that is only half the battle."

After a short silence, Jing Yuan looked away. “Then, why are you trying so hard? You can't be together. Why are you still trying so hard for her?”

“...Because no matter what happens, I want her to live and find her happiness even if it’s not with me.”

Jing Yuan closed his eyes and exhaled sharply. “You sure talk big, Brother.” Then, his gold eyes landed on him. “I hope you’re ready to live up to what you say.”

“I am. Because for this to work, you’re going to have to kill me."

Chapter 26

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[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: 3x8 Let The Games Begin (Aka Let The ShitCircus Begin) (Send In The Clowns) (Send Help) (Part 1)

You can read my thoughts on all previous episodes in my Pinned Post. Ladies and Gentlemens, do you know what time it is? it is officially Literati Kickoff Time.

To get everyone up to speed, in the last episode, Rory recieved a Public Dumping for the Ages, Dean has stepped down as Rory's Primary Male Life Ruiner and handed that crown to Jess, Shane has been eviscerated into a bloody pulp, Lorelai and Luke both missed the showdown at the DM and so Lorelai learned about this tea off-screen sometime between the last episode and this one. It's yet unclear whether Lorelai learned what happened through second hand gossip or if Rory dusted off her Season 1 Balls of Steel and had the courage to inform her mother that Dean was out and Jess was in. Episode Opener: we see Rory and Lorelai walking through town shortly after the dance marathon, complaining about their sleep deprivation and achy feet. ("At least you bitches still have your feet," says Shane's dismembered ghost, looking down at her new webbed swan feet).

What is this shirt? It looks like an octopus ejaculated on this shirt.

Hey baby hey baby hey! J: Hi R:Hey J:Hi Lor: Hi (Who told you you could speak? Butt out, bish) Luke: Hi Jess: Hi R: I have to get to school. J: Me too. R:Bye J:Bye. Bye. Lorelai: Bye (bish, I swear...) R: Bye Luke: Bye Jess: Disappears

Only THE CUTEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED?! That was so cute, they should be immortalized into a pair of Precious Moments figurines. The little plaque on the figurine would be titled "Idiots In Love." So naturally, a certain Grinch in a lavendar blouse has a problem with this and it only further reassures her that Jess is nothing more than A Sex Criminal (who would never murder anyone).

Yay. Lorelai and I are both crying on the inside over this development, but for vastly different reasons. Anyway, look at her hanging her head! This bish is in mourning! Look at how depressed this bish is! Hahaha! Get SAD, BISH! I WILL LICK YOUR SALTY, SALTY TEARS! Ahem. I haven't seen such a somber delivery since the medical examiner delivered the news to Shane's parents that he had positively identifed her mutilated corpse.

Who will visit my home and sift through my panty drawer now? Luke: What happened? Lorelai, somber as a funeral director: Jess happened. Luke, uncharacteristically giddy with excitement: Wow! WOW! This is great! Wow! Rory and Jess! Jess and Rory! This is great! Don't you think this is great! Honestly Luke and Lorelai reflect both sides of my conflicting feelings about the Literati Shit-Circus. Lor: "I'll tell Dean you said that." I'm sure you will before the next time you gargle his dick. I think it's the next episode where Lorelai tells Dean, "Just because you and Rory broke up doesn't mean we did." #Sick

MOMMY FAIL! Rory is 18. She's a fucking adult so leave her alone. Anyway, what does that mean? I think it's code for "It's about time Rory dated a boy who knows how to remove a bra.' Luke: I know Jess is tough (LOL, yeah, he's a real toughie, just look at that last exchange) but he likes Rory and Rory's a good kid. Her good will rub off on him.

You are so full of baloney. You're a Baloney Superstore. You are the Walmart of Baloney. Oh, this episode contains multitudes. Lorelai is insufferable on not just one but two fronts. Heavens to betsy. This is the episode where she has a shit-fit over Richard taking Rory to interview at Yale. One of the most ridiculous Lorelai tantrums I can ever recall, at least in the earlier seasons. Maybe not as insane as "I'd rather my child and I be homeless than accept a loan from my mother to save my termite infested house" but it's up there in the top 5 for me.

I am so brave. Ar FND, Richard invites Rory to embark on said Road Trip to Yale, which shouldn't be a big deal for a child with any other mother besides Lorelai Gilmore, but this is Rory so she is shaking lke a flu stricken chihuaua at the thought of her mother finding out she would ever deign to visit a school endorsed by her grandparents. She reluctantly accepts, then quietly pees her pants.

God speed, girlypop.

Fun with Product Placement time: Rory went to fetch a soda from the kitchen, and my immediate thought was: "These rich bitches better have name brand Coca Cola in their fridge, and not that odd Hansen's soda that Rory is always drinking", and they do. A real honest to god prominently labeled Coke can. Girlypop here is feeling the heavy weight of possibly displeasing her mother in both her romantic and academic choices. She has a lot on her plate right now. While the car is parked in the Gilmore Grands driveway after FND, girly pop musters up the courage to tell Lorelai "Grandpa wants us to go on a road trip to Yale" which causes Lorelai to huff and immediately exit the car. She begins storming back into the house, intent on demanding that her father explain this unbelievably callous and cruel attempt to brainwash her daughter into considering another school besides Harvvard. Rory stops her at the porch. where a lengthy argument ensues. Rory has to (once again) dig in her heels to defend her position against Lorelai over something so STUPID. I am really sitting here watching Lorelai and Rory go back and forth forever just because (ADULT) Rory wants to visit a college campus at the invitation of her own grandfather. Lorelai even calls Richard a "master manipulator" for this evil plot. You know what Rory, stop asking Lorelai for her input. Since you don't have a car, just hop on a bus to New Haven and just fucking go. After comparing the city of New Haven to leftover sludge at the bottom of a coffee pot, Lorelai decides she's going to accompany Rory on the trip anyway, even though its been made quite clear she does not have to go (just like the Sherry Baby Shower). In both instances, Lorelai's presence will ruin everything. Per @frazzledsoul: "Lorelai is so spoiled here. Imagine being a parent of a teenager and your worst problem is what Ivy League school your kid goes to." Amen. The rest of this episode promises to be a complete shitshow of epic proportions. At least the next episode is "Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving", one of the best.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #denise rewatches gilmore girls #let the games begin #ltgb #literati #jess mariano #rory gilmore #luke danes #send help

[bonefall]

So I know that (according to the spoiler thread) Finch has zero personality outside of being a love interest for Riverstar (common Erin Hunter L) but are you going to do anything with her? Obviously she doesn't need to stay his mate, but like- idk it just sucks shit how much of a raw deal she got. :( Maybe she could be like, a friend of Bright Storm's or River Ripple's or literally anyone instead of just being a nothingburger?

When the full book comes out, I'll salvage whatever she has for a personality and make her a significant character in Park cat culture. Same with Flutter, who got done even dirtier.

By the time of Riverstar's Heir and the succession crisis that results in the fall of the River Kingdom, both of them will be dead, of old age if nothing else. Riverstar is RIDICULOUSLY OLD by that point, and the last cat alive who took part in the First Battle. Flutter and Finch are going to fight on that day.

I may have Flutter killed in that battle, along with King Arc, and have her be a childhood friend of Riverstar that he holds close. Keep her death being super meaningful to him while, like, y'know, letting her have lines while she was alive.

(May even be cute to eventually have River's Ripple introduce all of his friends with the help of Bumble's translation, show how Thunder Storm and Co have an in with the River Kingdom because of his small act of kindness with the roasted mouse.)

I'm not sure what I'll do with Finch's children. I will have 4 heirs fighting and I'm feeling that I shouldn't put ANY biological ones in RiverClan-- THEY respect Riverstar's adopted heir. So I might make it that the children/grandchildren of Finch reject the claim for reverence of the tradition that "A prince's first name is the King's Paw."

#better bones au #BB!DOTC

[fayes-fics]

Congrats on 200 followers. May I make a request? I love Anthony Bridgerton modern AU. Maybe something with the prompts “friends don’t do shit like this” and “i love to hear you moan my name.”

Thank you, you’re the best!

Are we friends?

Friends + Masterpost

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. Old friends become something more.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, oral sex (m to f), vaginal sex, swearing.

Authors Note: Hi Nonny! Thank you and thanks for this prompt. I've never written modern AU before and can I just say this was SO MUCH FUN!! Yet again I have written a fucking epic, rather than 500-word ficlet. This is a little late for posting as it is a 3K MONSTER. I need a strong word with myself. I hope you enjoy. <3

House parties. Sometimes they suck, and sometimes, well, they are a revelation.

You are never happier than when your oldest and best friend Daphne finds Simon. But attending their house-warming party is, well, intimidating. You’ve known the Bridgertons your whole life, your parents' farm backing onto a corner of their giant country estate, but it appears Simon is from another level of wealth even than her. The place they have bought together is frankly ridiculous—the penthouse of a fancy all-glass building overlooking the Thames. Everything is tasteful, chic, modern and eye-wateringly expensive. It makes your cute garden flat in Ealing look, well, pokey as fuck, to be honest. As you self-consciously wander around stealing delicious canapes, you feel out of place; your perfectly presentable high-street-store heels probably shouldn't even be allowed to walk on such pristine marble.

You round a corner to a quiet nook, into what appears to be a home office when you see him staring out the window across the lights of London at night. Daph’s oldest brother, head of the family, and CEO of Bridgerton Investments, Anthony. Yours has always been an antagonistic dynamic. He carries himself with the ease and arrogance of a rich man of the upper echelons of London society. So much of his demeanour and standing is almost an affront to your hardworking, make-your-own-way-in-the-world mentality. Fuck if he isn't handsome, though. 

“Y/n,” he greets with a rich tone, “it's been too long. Still bringing the world to rights?”

He remembers you’re a journalist.

“Anthony,” you respond in kind, “still making the rich richer?”

He barks a laugh at your riposte and takes a swig of something expensive looking. 

“Come now, have a drink with me; let’s both give the world a rest for the night,” he suggests, pouring you something from a side cabinet. 

You shrug and move to take the glass he proffers, “I can do that, old friend.”

“Less of the old,” he chides, giving you a sideways glance as you pull up in front of the same view.

“I've known you my whole life Anthony,” you volley, “you can't lie to me about just how close to forty you are, not the way you do to all those Mayfair girls.”

“Ouch,” he feigns a chest injury, “don't forget, I remember when you were born, you can’t pretend to be twenty-five anymore either y/n.”

“It's rude to ask a lady her age; it's even ruder to remind her,” you shoot back, taking a deep draw of the liquor. Damn, this stuff is good.

It's like no time has passed since you last did this. This is always your dynamic - antagonistic friendly fire until he finds a younger, less challenging, prettier woman to take home. Not that you’ve ever thought it would go further, but he always seems so flirty.

He turns his whole body towards you, leaning a shoulder casually on the window. “No boyfriend?” his tone smug.

“Left him handcuffed to my bed,” you jest, draining your glass.

“Lucky fuck,” he breaks into a suggestive smile.

You give him a pointed look and waggle the empty glass at him. He raises an eyebrow, then takes and refills it. He crowds a little closer on his return, his fingers lingering on yours as he hands you the drink.

“Seriously though…” 

“Too busy,” you shrug, deciding on honesty, “no one worthy.” You take another swig, chasing the louche feeling you get after a couple of drinks when the world doesn't seem so bad. 

“That last part, I can believe,” his voice pitched a little lower.

It's your turn to throw him a sideways glance. “How many drinks have you had?” you ask warily.

He gusts a laugh that you feel over your cheekbone. “Enough to know what I'm doing, not enough for it to impact performance.”

This is something new—blatant sexual allusion.

You turn to face him, almost akin to a challenge. If he wants to try this, you're intrigued to see how just how far he’ll push it.

“Performance often a problem, Bridgerton?” you raise an eyebrow, invoking his last name and draining your second drink.

He takes both of your empty glasses and sets them aside.

“No complaints yet,” he crowds closer, his hand reaching to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, “but maybe you can give me some honest good old-fashioned friendly feedback, hmmm?” 

It's the last thing he says before his lips land on yours.

He tastes of whiskey and expensive cigars he likely smoked earlier on the balcony. He pulls you against his body, snaking one arm around to rest low on your back, the other curling around your head to direct the kiss. And what a fucking kiss. You can't deny he knows precisely what to do. His tongue is teasing but skilled, parrying and dancing with yours. 

“Thoughts?” he murmurs against your lips, pulling back a little, his fingers edging lower onto your butt.

“Friends don’t do shit like this,” you respond opaquely, smiling against him.

“Are we friends?” he queries with a playful tone, moving to kiss down your neck.

“Hmm, good point, at best you are my friend's arrogant older brother,” you reply, running a hand up into his luscious thick hair and scratching your nails across his scalp. 

He hums against your skin in response. “And you are the bratty know-it-all friend of my little sister - definitely not friends.” He concludes, biting lightly at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Well, with that decided, perhaps we should get on with things?” you challenge with your best seductive tone.

He smiles wolfishly and pulls back, taking both your hands in his and walking backwards out of the room, pulling you along with him.

“Where are we going?” you laugh.

“Where I should have taken you a long fucking time ago,” he gruffs, “to bed.”

“Anthony!” you admonish, shocked at his audacity.

“Oh, don't play coy with me now, y/n,” he scolds quietly, “we have been playing this game for almost ten years now, and finally, you take the bait I've been offering you all this time. I'm not letting you go now.”

The possessive, arrogant attitude oozes out of every fibre of his being; on any other person that would have earned a slap and maybe even a drink in the face. But on him. Well, it's disarmingly attractive.

“And where do you propose we do that? I'm not going to have sex in my best friend's bed!” you hiss.

He pulls a face at the idea of doing anything in his sister's room, then, after a pause, leans forward. “Who do you think owns the other penthouse in the building?” he buzzes near your ear.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you roll your eyes.

“Actually, I am,” he chuckles, squeezing your hands, “wouldn't want to live that close to Simon. It's a friend’s place; he lent me his keys while in Dubai this week. Figured I’d want to crash there after this party.”

“Is there anyone rich in London you don't know?” your voice incredulous, but a smile creeps over your features despite yourself.

He pretends to consider the question. “No one worthy of knowing,” he winks. Then his face takes on a more sober mien. “So, will you?”

“Will I what?” 

“Come with me,” he whispers, pulling you into him and nudging his nose against your temple.

You realise he’s giving you an out. All the bluster of the early challenge was just that. He is serious, making a fond feeling bloom in your chest.

“Yes,” you murmur with a shy smile, giving his jaw a quick kiss.

“Good,” he says, spinning to stand by your side, keeping one hand in yours. “Let’s get out of here before they rope us into something truly horrendous like karaoke.”

“Karaoke, really?”

“Simon bought a machine,” he physically shudders as he recalls it, pulling you across the hallway towards the front door.

_____

You suspect it might be awkward once you are alone in the other apartment with Anthony, but he doesn't give you a chance to think about it. 

Soon as the door is closed, he doesn't even flip on the light; he just crowds you against the back of the door and pulls you into a deep, sensual kiss. The kind that makes your bones liquefy, feeling like you could slide into a puddle on the floor. The fucker knows how to kiss; you’ll give him that.

As he kisses you senseless, a hand quests up under your dress. You are astonished when he full-on cups your pussy with force, almost lifting you against the door.

“Give a girl some warning,” you pant, breaking away from his lips. The heat and pressure of his hand making you flood your knickers even more.

“I've given you ten years of warning; I'm not about to go slow now,” he announces with a tone that brokers no argument.

Oh fuck. This could get dangerous, real fast.

His middle finger starts to stroke hard against you, dragging into your slit, pushing the material against your soaked skin.

“I can feel how wet you are through these,” he growls. “So don't pretend you need any more teasing. I could fuck you right here.”

“Take them off,” you surprise yourself with that breathless request.

“Gladly,” his hands slide to your hips, pulling the material down. His smile is deadly as he sinks to his knees, dragging his hands heavily over the contour of your legs. You step out of them, and he pushes your dress up above your waist and buries his nose right against your trimmed public hair.

“God, you smell good,” he moans, inhaling deep, his tongue snaking out and lapping a line into your slit, catching against your clit.

“Fuck, Anthony,” your moan loudly.

“I love to hear you moan my name,” he growls, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and diving deeper into you. “Do you know how many times I've thoughts about this?” he hisses against your heated flesh. “And still reality exceeds expectation.”

“You have thought about this?” you struggle to form a sentence as he works his tongue so hard you see stars.

“Ten fucking years y/n,” he answers, almost pained, looking up and holding your gaze fiercely. “And now I'm going to make sure you never want to fuck anyone else.”

The challenge, the possessiveness, the desperation in his voice - it's blisteringly hot. 

“Please fuck me, Anthony,” you breathe.

“Only once you have cum into my mouth,” he answers, making you cry out as he buries a finger into your cunt. Then another, pushing hard.

“But I need you now, please, please”, you chant.

“Not yet,” is the last thing he says before he pushes his whole face into you and uses everything to make you cum faster than anyone has before in your life. His nose, his lips, his tongue, his fingers. The vibration he creates through his rich sounds. Nothing, and you mean nothing you have experienced before, comes close. He actually bites your clit between his teeth. It's just the right side of pain, and that is what pushes you over the edge. You know you are babbling and screaming, and god knows what. Usually, you would be embarrassed by the gush you feel, but he just heaps praise as you come hard onto his face, greedily lapping it up and asking for more.

“Now you are ready,” he preens as you stare down at him slack-jawed, panting, almost lightheaded.

He pulls you to the floor and finds the zip on your dress, peeling it off your body while you are still floating in some blissful state. Your bra soon follows, and you only start returning to the room as he hovers over your naked body, his lips dragging near your nipples. Him still fully clothed.

“Get undressed,” you grouse at him, pulling at the buttons low on his shirt.

He chuckles and sits up on his haunches between your legs, quickly unbuttoning the shirt and tossing it aside.

“These too,” you swat at his jeans as if they cause you personal offence. Pausing to admire his torso in the moonlight as you so do.

“Are you always so bossy after an orgasm?” he laughs.

“Give me another one some time, and maybe you’ll find out,” you retort, having no idea where that came from.

“Some time? Some time?” He repeats incredulously, pulling down his zipper, “how about right the fuck now?”

“That works,” you shrug, “let's see if you can,” then break into a grin.

“I can't believe you still want to spar with me, even naked” he shakes his head, but there's an affection in his voice. He is peeling down his jeans and underpants, lowering himself back onto you. You bring up your feet to push his jeans the rest of the way off and reach to grab his bare, shapely ass. 

“Anthony Bridgerton, there is nothing sexier in the world than sparring with you,” you sigh, your mouth running away from you, those two drinks making your lips looser than usual. Too late now; it's out there. 

He goes still above you. “Do you mean that?” his voice sounds a little winded.

“Always,” you reply, and even in the darkness of the unlit apartment, you see a few emotions flash over his handsome face. 

Wanting to break the slight tension, you pull a face at him. “Now, are you going to fuck me on this very expensive-looking, very soft, by the way, rug? Or do I need to drag you to that outrageously overpriced couch?” He’s giggling now. “There’s probably a bed that costs more than my entire apartment somewhere if you prefer?” you joke, the buzz of his amusement cresting hard through your veins.

His laughter peals louder the longer you speak. “I can honestly say I have never laughed this much while about to have sex,” he almost snorts.

“You haven't been fucking the right people,” you retort, grinning.

“Clearly not,” his reply is droll. “Good thing I am now,” he adds, raising an eyebrow and giving you a surprisingly tender kiss. 

You don't really want to think through all the connotations behind that statement.

“Shit,” he breaks away and drops his head suddenly onto your chest, “I forgot condoms. Fuck! Do you have any? If not, I can see if may….”

“Anthony,” you interject calmly, “are you clean?”

“Yes, of course,” he frowns.

“So am I, and I have an IUD. So y’know it's ok, really.”

“Really,” his eyes go wide.

“Really,” you repeat and touch his face.

“I've not done it like this in a long time,” he admits in a surprisingly quiet voice.

You smile up at him and reach between you, grabbing him for the first time. His breathing stutters, and he moans hard against your ear. You can't see much in the low light, but he feels wonderful. Girthy enough to be a proper handful, long enough to need two hands, most likely. Oh yes fucking please is all you can think. You guide him towards your body and let him take over.

He teases, ploughing against you, catching your clit with his tip. You inhale sharply at that. Then he leans down to hook his lips onto yours as he pushes lower and finds your entrance.

He pushes into your body at just the right pace - it's not a tease, it's not violent - it's just an insistent delicious stretch getting stronger and stronger as he advances. This is what the fuck it should always be like, you think to yourself, exhaling hard.

“Oh fuck y/n,” Anthony gulps when he reaches the hilt. “I'd forgotten what this feels like. You are so hot and tight, and fuck, I'm sorry, I'm not going to last long. It's just….” 

“It's okay,” you reassure him; you are already halfway there again; it won't take much to pull you over the edge. Just feeling so viscerally invaded, the stretch pulling all the skin around your cunt, your clit pulled down taut towards his shaft. “Just fuck me, Anthony.”

He groans at that and starts to move, withdrawing from your body slowly and then pushing back in fast. You rasp with the feeling, him almost bodily moving you across the floor. Then he increases the pace and strength of his thrusts, resting his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes intensely. He is dragging along all the right spots, and you push up hard against him, loving the scratch of his chest hair against your nipples. 

He growls and changes angle, hooking his arms around your shoulders. Now he is catching against that place deep inside that hurts so right. It makes your skin hum, and your body shake. You grab his bum and pull him into you harder, begging for more. He reacts with an almost predatory kiss, plundering your mouth. It's never been quite this intense before. It feels like he is everywhere all at once. You draw your legs up either side of his hips, widening your stance, opening yourself up more to him; to this. His public bone is hitting right onto your swollen clit. Yes, that is it. Fuck, if you don't want this to hurt a little, something to remind you of this fantastic night. 

You don't have time to warn him before the pulsation starts deep inside, gripping him like a vice, and he roars your name. It's different to your first orgasm; it's wave after wave of body convulsions that you don't fight. You feel him stutter and curl against you as he pulses hard inside you.

He collapses on top of you, spent and breathing heavy. You both seem incapable of words. Just hands caressing and slowing heartbeats.

“Anthony,” you whisper after a few moments.

“Mmmm,” he barely raises his head from your shoulder, kissing the skin there.

“Do you want that ‘honest good old-fashioned friendly feedback’ now?” you parrot his words from earlier back to him.

“Do your worst,” he chortles against your neck.

“No complaints,” you sigh. “Absolutely no fucking complaints,” you state categorically, running your hands over his back.

“Good,” he smiles against your skin. “Cos, we are going to need to do this again.” He pulls up to look down at you. “Repeatedly.”

Tagging: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @kkpolakow

#200 followers celebration #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton x reader #Anthony bridgerton x female reader #Anthony bridgerton x you #Anthony bridgerton imagine #Anthony bridgerton smut #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton

[creative-kny-fics]

Hk! Do you accept a request from Lee Muichiro Ler Ginko or Lee Giyuu Ler Kanzabuto? Pliss

The relationship he has with his crows is beautiful for me

Ohhh!! How cute!!! You're right, their relationship is very beautiful! Ginko always cares for Muichiro and makes him respect when someone attacks him. And Kanzaburo despite his age, he does his best to take care of Giyuu and help him with his missions! Good idea!

Warning: This fanfic contains tickles. Also remind them that I don't speak English, so if they find any errors, let me know to correct it. I hope you like it!

Lees: Giyuu Tomioka and Muichiro Tokito

Ler: Ginko (Muichiro crow) and Kanzaburo (Giyuu crow)

'Tokito! Why do we have to go visit the water hashira?! He's not on your level!' 'We are go because he is my new oni-chan, and I want to be with him. Also, today I don't have missions and I already trained, so I can go visit him', Ginko frowned, annoyed and offended.

'So he will come? Good good...' 'Yes, I hope you don't mind. It is probable that he comes with his crow, just, don't scare her', Giyuu caressed his crow, until he heard the door being knocked, they had arrived

It was a quiet lunch, the crows ate with their owners, although it seemed that Ginko didn't like the idea of ​​someone eating with Tokito.

'This is inconceivable! Muichiro shouldn't be eating with him and even less with this old crow', Ginko thought, knowing that Muichiro would scold her for saying that in front of Giyuu.

'Be careful Kanzaburo, you are eating too fast. I don't want you to choke' 'Food... Giyuu... Food', Giyuu looked at him worried, he knew he was older but he shouldn't behave like that.

'Here, oops', Giyuu exclaimed when he accidentally dropped the fruit inside his uniform, he sighed, well, he could just take another one and give it to him, but him crow wouldn't think the same.

'Woah! Kanzaburo! Get out-ngh! Hehehey! Gehehet ohohoff! Cohohome on!' 'Nii - Chan are you alright?', Giyuu nodded, trying not to bring his hands to his body so as not to crush his crow.

But, gosh, he didn't know what was so sensitive to feathers, he was worried that he might run out of air in there more than tickle him.

'Is that crow bothering you?' 'Nohoho-! Ehehehe! Ihihit's ahahalright! I dohohon't mihihind it!'

'Hmmm.. Good idea!' 'Good idea? Ginko-? Hey!', Muichiro did have time to react when he saw his crow trying to get into his uniform too, Ginko sat next to him and pretended it was a joke, Muichiro lowered his guard and well, Ginko achieved his goal

'Ginko! Don't you dare! Mhmhmhm!', Muichiro covered his mouth with his hands, he was not going to let his crow win.

'Food... Fruit...' 'Kahahanzaburo! There is more here! Plehehease! Ihihit tickles!', oww, poor crow, he wants his fruit, oh yes and poor Giyuu too

'Ginko-! Thihihis is ridiculous! Mhmhm! Gehehet off-! You're going to-...NGH-!!!', Muichiro bit the sleeves of his uniform, feeling Ginko move closer to his belly.

"Nononono, anything but this!", Muichiro pleaded mentally, damn it, Ginko was going to tear him apart, he was never tickled with feathers, but to him it felt horrible and unbearable.

'Okahahay! OK! Enough! Ahahahaha! Wahahahit not the sihihides! Tahahahake your fruhuhuit! Ehehehehe!' Well, apparently Giyuu wasn't suffering or feeling upset, but what about Muichiro...?

'GIHIHINKO!! GEHEHET OHOHOFF!! FAHAHAHACK!!' 'That's what you get for contradicting me!', ehhh- I think not so well

'Nehehehedd sohohome hehehelp?' 'YEAHAHAHAHA!! I CAHAHAHAN'T!! IT TICKLES!! IT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUCH!! GINKO! PLEASE!!'

After a few seconds, Kanzaburo came out of Giyuu's uniform, with his fruit in his mouth. 'Hehehe you got me!' 'NII - CHAHAHAN!!!', oh yes, Muichiro...

Giyuu tried to get Ginko out by offering her food, but...it didn't help. So he had to reach into Muichiro's uniform and fight Ginko's bites, he got it.

'Are you okay?' '*huff* yeheheah! *huff*', oh Giyuu, Ginko may have dumped Muichiro, but now she won't dump you for meddling in her business

#demon slayer tickle #demon slayer tickling #lee!giyuu #lee!muichiro #ler!ginko #ler!kanzaburo

[hanako-san]

I will immediately point out that her 15 year old age and her personality traits like being "naive" or "crazy about boys/stupidity" is not exempt from her responsibility for her actions. Amane is 13 years old and knows what he's doing and has consequences for his actions, which cannot be said for 15-year-old Nene, where her main consequences are her wishes, but the rest is presented to be "funny" AidaIro will justify her actions in a moment. And no one is care in the manga what she's doing and ,they is kept silent. I'm not going to keep silent, there is no excuse for her actions in this case. The age of 15 is not a pass for everything and she should see some behavior that she shouldn't do, but it doesn't stop her.

I won't say her name because she doesn't deserve it, she's garbage to me and I deeply despise her. She's ugly daikon

-

Hmm...

oh? Really?

ugly daikon stares at him, blushing slightly as she watches his every move

then-

Hmmm...... on festival.... Are you talking about the festival where you did something like that?

and she wants to be cheeky to confess her feelings for him? Shut up you ugly daikon, you used to say so beautiful, but you turned out to be a disgusting and terrible person.

At this point, you are garbage to me, zero, worth nothing, like your confession. You are a disgusting and horrible person ready to cheat with 1 better "hot" boy,i feel i get more angry when she does it uncontrollably with Amane, she's brazen enough to dothis things next to him.

Your eyes desire and admiration is also for other boys. next to your boyfriend. You're an ugly person, you may have a cute appearance, but your personality is nasty, your whole inside is nasty and disgusting and I really don't care that you're 15, even at this age you should know that you shouldn't act like that in front of others anymore "hot" "boys, because you're finally in a relationship, but you don't appreciate it and you don't appreciate your own boyfriend. Her eyes should be on Amane at this point, not on the other "hot guys" calling "beautiful" in the original English version and dbs-scans "amazing" teru, and nothing really explains it at this point. Thank you AidaIro, for confirming me in this, that ugly daikon is ready to betray 1 "hot" guy.

And really AidaIro did what I feared that being in a relationship with him she will still be weak to "hot" guys and she did it and I hate her even more than before, at this point whatever she does for Amane is worth nothing to me,trash, forced by AidaIro to show her in a better light, and her confession will be shit like her whole person. It means nothing, how she behaved in the festival arc shows that she still can't go on, ignores the feelings of the person who "supposedly" loves and said that she "changed" at the beginning of the series, I don't see any change. You are nothing and will remain so in my eyes. You don't deserve what you got. A truly ugly daikon deserves more suffering and more karma.

Reverse the situation and Amane who always had this "perverted side" as a Hanako and looks at other girls and admires them, not caring about the ugly daikon's feelings saying they are "beautiful/amazing", how would shefeel then? 100% she would be pissed, cry and say she hates him,hurt and Kou was already 1 person who pays attention to him but she did ugly daikon Amane doesn't look angry and Kou and no one else pays her attention to her disgusting behavior,with Kou. In the 1st scene, if her eyes were directed at the juice, don't be ridiculous AidaIro, she loves to make such hearts to other "hot" guys, don't justify her in this simple and pathetic way. shesh,what's more, in the next scenewith teru. Amane looks like it doesn't hurt him, and she is happy, which only gives her allow, because "she is like that". Yes, AidaIro made a growing woman who is ready to cheat, but that's okay. This is how Aida Iro shows it without reprimanding her for her behavior. This is really unfair.

She ignored her own boyfriend's feelings, her boyfriend himself knowing that Amane was afraid of Teru, which he showed, but of course it didn't stop her from admiring how "gorgeous" he was when the panicked and scared boy hid. It's to her own boyfriend she should go, but don't ignore his feelings, his behavior, don't support him because you're so weak for "hot guys" that you can ignore and don't care about your own boyfriend by treating him really bad and it only shows how you feel about him him. Ugly daikon doesn't respect Amane and it really shows.

What else I find cheeky and unfeeling on her part is that she knows Teru hates her boyfriend and wanted to kill him but she stopped him and he wanted to use her to kill Hanako, her personally but she still does things like that to him ! She forgave him because he's so hot and Amane deserved it. You're a shitty person and I can say that over and over again.

This poor boy was ready for next grave sin and stood up to the person he is afraid of. He did it all for her and for her love, and she repays him by treating him very badly, he is not important to her, he and his feelings. It pushes it into the background for people like Teru and others.

I wanted to give her a chance and saw the potential, but right now she's a nothing to me, a shitty person, and garbage + she facked up and nothing has change in her. She acting much worse than before.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako kun #yugi amane #amane yugi #yashiro nene #my jshk post #ona zachowuje się jak szon #i am very disappointed her

[siriannatan]

Importance of 1st Impressions - fWhipScott

Sometimes you just need to get some things out. Like another 'Scott opens up Rivendell to outsiders for the first time in ages' fic with side of 'questionable choice of first ally' and fWhip discovering he's a dragon…

CW: blood

fWhip woke up confused and surrounded by his closest advisors and staff. In a lot of pain. Feeling weird and sticky and like some previously unknown to him parts of him were being squished.

"You shouldn't move just yet your lordship," one of the older advisors panicked as fWhip attempted to sit up. He was partially right as it made the pain worse but the squished feeling was a bit better now. As fWhip struggled to stay seated and not curl up in on himself until it stopped hurting.

"Why do I..." fWhip started and froze when he stopped an unmistakable dragon tail curling up around him. He could feel it move... He tried moving it a bit and it worked. "So it didn't skip me..." He sighed, carefully stretching his wings. He was fully fine being just a human. Leave magic and being a dragon to Gem and Sausage.

"It would appear so your lordship," another advisor nodded. They all took a couple of steps back to give fWhip space to test his wings.

"It'll be fine, do I have anything important today? And can someone get the kitchen working? I'm starving," fWhip shifted his wings a bit and decided the pain subsided enough for him to move on with his day.

"Only the meeting with the new king of Rivendell," the first advisor quickly recalled and fWhip groaned. They had no idea why I've elves suddenly decided to leave their damn mountain but they did and their king sent fWhip a polite request for a meeting to discuss a possible alliance. And fWhip was quite tempted to sign it. Getting more allies was always nice but knowing this one was new he had hope he'd listen to what the count had to say and argue less than his other allies.

"Okay, prioritise making sure I'm presentable for that," fWhip nodded and went to have a bath. He was all covered in blood after all.

After eating enough for at least three grown men, to the joy of the kitchen staff, fWhip learned that his usual, comfortable clothes could not be easily modified to fit his wings and ridiculously long tail. But his more fancy clothes could. The waistbands were naturally lower and some of the shirts were loose enough to look well with quickly put-together slats for wings. Not his most favourite option but it beat meeting a new ally shirtless.

Sometime while he was getting dressed king Scott of Rivendell has arrived. And was apparently quite handsome if what he was told to be believed.

Scott was slightly shocked but not offended count fWhip could not greet him personally. Being a leader of a multi-empire alliance was bound to be busy. Ruling one with no allies was already quite hard in Scott's experience. Not that he was ever prepared for taking over.

Why was Scott even opening up Rivendell to other empires? Because his damn brother decided to run away with the king of the jungle elves. Ice and jungle elves really don't like each other. And the Lost Empire happened to be part of the Cod Alliance. Wither Rose Alliance were not on good terms with them. So Scott and his advisors decided to try and ally themselves with at least Grimlands. In case something unsavoury came out of Xor's new marriage.

So Scott was now waiting in a meeting room until count fWhip was ready. And was so freaked out why what he saw so far he didn't even have the mood to snack on the cute, square cookies he was given as an apology for having to wait. He was guessing that was why there were cookies.

Grimlands was beautiful. Eastvale was an amazing city with a lot more noise and weird smells than Scott was used to. And the train moving between the town and the mines. And the endless fields of crops and dark red roses. And the almost finished skyport. He learned most of what was what from the official who showed them the way to count's manor. Which was also rather impressive. Scott really hoped he would make a good impression.

"I apologise for being late and lack of crown, a little unexpected thing happened this morning," Scott almost jumped out of his seat as Count fWhip walked in. He was expecting a human, not a half-dragon... And did he have to be damn handsome?

"It's all alright," Scott managed to stand up with some grace and offered the count a slight bow. At least it'd seem that putting on his best robes was a good choice since the count looked to put a lot of attention to his appearance. Dark grey shirt, possibly a bit too open. Or was it that way to better accommodate the rather impressive wings? Was his tail why his pants were so... Tight for the lack of better wordage...

Scott could not for the life of him focus on politics. Not with fWhip constantly snacking and flashing his sharp teeth. Not with his perfect manners that'd have Scott's mother weeping in joy. Must his first potential ally be a walking wet dream?

"Why Grimlands for your first ally? House Blossom is rather influential, even if they are friends with damned cod lovers," fWhip asked, relaxing and sitting back after about an hour if talking. "Lunch break, my sister would have my head if I skipped any meal through a day," he sighed as Scott's brain re-calibrated. Making it start over with how cute it was to Scott's apparently messed-up brain.

"Oh..." was all Scott managed to mumble out. Likely destroying what little good reputation he has managed to get in fWhip's eyes. "I apologise just... In Rivendell we... I... We..." He had no idea what the custom was when mealtime landed in the middle of a meeting. Probably a break but he'd hate to lie. "I'm quite new to ruling actually... My brother was supposed to be a king but he ran away to the jungle and his new husband is apparently part of that cod group so I can't really go to them..." Scott rambled. He'd have to seal Rivendell with a thick wall of ice now. No one in and no one out...

"And the first thing you do is open your empire after how long? Hundred? Two hundred years? That's brave, when I became the count all I wanted was no one wanting to talk to me," fWhip laughed instead of making fun of Scott for messing up. "I literally grew my wings and tail and all that today," he confessed with a smirk that should be outlawed for what it was doing to Scott. "The horns make my crown impossible to wear," he sighed, running, or trying to, his hand through his hair.

It took that for Scott to finally notice two twisting back horns nestled in fWhip's gorgeously copper hair. His horns were so red they were mostly black. In his defence, he was too busy trying to not freeze the place. "I was worried a war could start and there's no way I can manage that," Scott sighed, dropping slightly the pretense of competence he was putting up.

They talked about some more a bit less important political things over the lunch. And Scott learned some more about Grimlands. Not it's history or anything but more the political stuff. fWhip was the head of WRA, the alliance between Grimlands, Crystal Cliffs, Mythland and Gilded Helianthia. His empire specialised in mining, smithing, tinkering, explosions and farming of all things. And he wasn't supposed to rule anything but some things got complicated - fWhip did not elaborate at all - so he became the next count. Despite being technically the heir to Mythland.

Most importantly, by the time they were done eating the paperwork to formalise their alliance was being drafted. Scott agreed, as previously discussed with his advisors, to stay three more days for it to be fully done and proper.

"You can tag along and watch how I rule if you want," fWhip offered, very kindly in Scott's opinion. "The Sheep knows I could have used that back in the day," he grinned and Scott felt his knees weaken.

"That'd be most kind of you," he blurted out, simply happy it didn't come out in elven. That'd be too much shame for one day.

"It's no trouble at all, but do rest today, the travel down that mountain had to be terrible," he waved off Scott's concerns.

They were about to separate when a messenger came. Red in the face, out of breath, in Mythland uniform. fWhip's demeanour immediately switched to much more serious.

Scott silently observed as fWhip calmed down the messenger. He called out for water for the poor man before slowly getting all the information out of him.

It turned out that Cod Empire and Mythland had another argument about their shared border. fWhip seemed slightly annoyed. "My brother tried multiple times to build a wall along that border, it always ends in arguing and almost a war," fWhip explained as they got ready to depart. Apparently, Scott was to be part of these talks since he was technically - not fully officially - fWhip's ally even if not yet part of the whole alliance.

And so Scott ended up sharing a carriage with fWhip. There was no time to get two ready and carriages and descending mountains did not mix well. And so did Scott's ice magic and being in closed spaces with handsome men. And fWhip was unfairly handsome up close even if this wardrobe was quickly tossed together.

"Are you cold?" fWhip stopped explaining his plan as Scott shuddered.

"I'm fine... Just a bit nervous so my magic is kind of acting out. I apologise if it's cold," Scott had to almost bite himself to stop rambling.

fWhip nodded and was silent for a second. Scott was about certain he messed up when he spoke up. "I don't really feel cold so if you feel cold you can sit closer, I think my dragon blood awakening means I don't get affected by cold," he offers and Scott was sure his face was redder than his new ally's scales. He did not yet dare call fWhip a friend.

"I would hate to bother you and I'm used to being a bit cold all the time..." Scott mumbled, staring at his knees.

"I don't mind," fWhip shrugged and returned to detailing out his plan as if he didn't just destroy Scott's brain.

The elven king did his best to listen anyway. They were expected to arrive at Mythland around sundown, with Gem and Pearl - fWhip spoke about his allies with a shocking lack of decorum - arriving around the same time if a bit later than earlier. Depending on how quickly they managed to get on the road. There'd be a quick meeting about possible solutions over dinner and then sleep. "I sent a letter informing Sausage I'd be bringing a new friend with me when we were sending that message to your advisors," he explained with a grin. Scott could not look away from him for all that long.

Scott just nodded along, desperately holding back the urge to sit by fWhip and cuddle into the pleasant warmth practically radiating off him.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #scfwhip

[heinous-desiree]

for all your pcs but especially Meave (boy has a choke hold on me rn) who are their pitty LI? like people they hang around or even date out of pitty even though its kinda obvious they don't love em

THEIR PITY LI!!!! OH LORD THE TEA THAT IS ABOUT TO BE SPILLED!!!

Jas the Wildcard

Jas sat with her palm squished against her mouth. The fact she immediately knew who her answer was made her feel bad for the name she was about to drop.

She made a muffled noise of a name, then sighed when she knew no one caught it.

"...Whitney... LISTEN, NO, LISTEN, I didn't ask for his attention, okay?! I was happily slapping the bastard out of him on the daily, and one day, he just grabbed and kissed me!" Jas spoke indignantly, she sounds as frustrated as she is baffled. "I beat him up! For fun! And he catches feelings! ...It's so pathetic that it comes back around looking almost cute... So I just let him stick around and get a kiss or two."

Jas pulled her hair back with a huff. She wished Whitney didn't look so charming when she wrecks him and he stares at her all endeared. It makes it impossible for her to hate him like that! Disgusting! She has her beloved, and she doesn't need this!

"I'm shoving him into the water fountain again next chance I get..."

Hunter the Allrounder

Hunter gave a long suffering sigh. His face suddenly looked so tired that he gave off the impression he aged ten years.

"He isn't around out of pity anymore..." Hunter said, staring off into nothing. "Little rat bastard jumped onto my dick so hard that it knocked the brain cells out of me and I kind of, fucking, really love him now."

Hunter bared his teeth, angry that he wasn't more angry about the tiny bitch that sedated him, kidnapped him, punched the shit out of him multiple time while he was tied up, and had him have to turn to Bailey for help to escape. The fact the tiny bastard would look up at him so utterly in worshiping awe that Hunter wanted to pick him up and keep him tucked in the corner of his room. Fuck.

"For the record, I resent the shit out of Kylar, but that's MY terrible little bitch boy."

Celeste the Righteous

"No on-" Celeste bit down on her own tongue and froze with daunting horror. As much as she wants to say there's no one she would date out of pity or give time to for something ridiculous like that...

She actually has an answer and she doesn't like it at all.

"I," Celeste grimaced and hated that she would feel guilty to lie. She promised herself to Sydney. These feelings shouldn't exist in her at all.

But...

"As much as it pains me to say," she forced out, "the... I came to care for the Great Hawk. Despite her rudeness in kidnapping me... She was nothing but hospitable to me as she kept me in her care. She treated me... Well and kind. I pity her circumstances and wish her well..."

Maeve the Trap

"Pity date...?" Maeve repeated uncomprehensively, he tilted his head with knited brows.

"Why... Why would I pity any of them? They choose to be with me... To give me their time a-and affection... I'm so grateful to all of them. I-I, I love all of them! I know... I know my love isn't worth a lot, but I really... Really really like all my people... It's not... Like many people want to date me anyway."

Maeve has Whitney, Kylar, and Avery as his love interests, and he does appreciate all of them. While he might have a favorite, he is glad any of them give him time of day.

#meet jas and hunter 'I'm angry I care' #then celeste 'I'm upset I care' #finally maeve 'why wouldn't I care?' #degrees of lewdity #dol #dol pc #jas the wildcard #hunter the allrounder #celeste the righteous #maeve the trap #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #great hawk the terror #digenerate-trash #sorry I got nothing for Maeve on this question! He loves all his red flags! #Red is about to become is favorite color!