#wtf do you mean “if he dares face me

[the-common-cowgirl]

Aemond killed one fecking child and thought “yeah, I am so big and scary, I bet even the Daemon Targaryen is scared of me.”

And yes, that’s our delulu Queen, Aemond girlies….

[fayes-fics]

A Welcome Intrusion

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: A drunken Bridgerton in the wrong room could be the start of something...

Warnings: none really... flirtatious drunken fluff, meet-cute.

Word Count: 1.3k

Authors Note: This idea has been lingering in my "wtf is this" pile of scenes I sometimes scribble down idly. I decided to add a little polish and make it a little one-shot, as I could not see it having a natural home in my other WIPs. I also have vague plans to do the same scene setup with Anthony as a character study of how their reactions would differ. Unbetaed. I hope you enjoy <3

You are sleeping fitfully - a stifling summer night makes even a thin cotton sheet too much to bear on your overheated skin - when your bedroom is rudely invaded. 

In your half-awake, bleary state, you are not even certain someone is in the room at first, your back being turned to the door. Indeed, it’s only when the mattress dips that you truly startle. You freeze, facing away, completely uncertain what to do with a stranger perched on the edge of your bed. 

Behind you, you hear someone undressing haphazardly, Clothing hitting the rug in soft whumps. Bile rises in your throat when the effort-filled grunt while doing so is decidedly male. 

There is a triumphant noise, and then a body flops back onto the mattress with a self-satisfied chuckle. After a few beats, all is still, and you steel yourself to speak.

“Kind sir,” you murmur, not daring to move, clinging to the far side, “please leave my room.”

There is a decidedly undignified squeal of shock, more akin to a young girl, him flipping over onto all fours next to you, the movement causing you to turn over in equal surprise.

You both stare at each other as if burned; you clutch the bedding high around your neck as he pants lightly, recovering from the apparent scare you gave him, his breath carrying the rich aroma of expensive brandy. In the shaft of moonlight leaking through the curtains, you see the curve of his cheekbone, the sharp line of his jaw. Whoever he is, he is very pretty. Very drunk, yes. But very pretty, too.

“What in god’s name are you doing in my bed?” he demands, sounding alarmed but mildly slurred with intoxication.

“You are in my bed!” you squeak back, knuckles tightening around the sheet you hold, even as your traitorous eyes roam lower, entirely without meaning to. A slice of lithe, freckled chest muscle flexing over ribs as he draws heavy breaths makes something deep inside you quake. You quickly dart your eyes back up to his face. 

“I think not! This has been my bedroom since I was three years old!” he attests with the blithe certainty alcohol provides.

Oh, so he must be a Bridgerton. That is perhaps an easy guess, seeing as you are staying at Aubrey Hall ahead of tomorrow’s midsummer Hearts and Flowers Ball.

“I don’t think they would assign a family bedroom to a guest,” you answer with a flare of sass.

“Yes, I quite agree. That’s why you should not be here,” he huffs indignantly. 

“I was shown here by the head housemaid. That is my trunk there, the footmen brought in,” you point out, gesturing across the room. 

He seems to ignore your argument but suddenly swings around almost violently, looking at the room.

“I don’t have that on my wall,” he frowns at a sizeable floral painting over a dresser.

“Maybe because this isn’t actually your bedroom?” you volley back with uncharacteristic brashness, likely a reaction to his presence affecting you the longer he remains.

He whips back and narrows his eyes at you. “Did Anthony put you up to this? Or Colin? Change my room around and hide you in my bed to fool me? Are you some doxy?” 

“How dare you, sir!!” you blanche, horrified at his coarse language and that he could think you are any sort of woman of such low morals.

“My sincerest apologies,” he immediately looks thoroughly contrite. “You do appear far too well-bred to be such. But it still does not explain your presence in my room.”

“No, it does not,” you answer through gritted teeth, annoyance flaring at his continued erroneous insistence. “And that is because this is not your room…. dunderhead!”

The ferocity with which you spit the last word has his face morphing into one of befuddled incredulity, a single eyebrow arching.

“Sorry, that was impertinent of me,” you flush, dropping your gaze ashamed.

No!” he rushes out, “I… I liked it,” the confession apparently takes him by surprise as much as it does you, judging by his confused frown at his own words.

But then he seems to shrug and nod decisively as if agreeing with himself before he looks back to you, shifting so the light colour of his eyes catches the moonbeam.

“Who are you?” he inquires, cocking his head to the side.

“Miss y/l/n,” you respond.

“I’m Benedict…”

“...BrIdgerton,” you finish for him. “I assume, based on the fact you have a childhood bedroom here.”

He laughs; a rich, resonant sound that makes your insides jolt.

“Indeed,” he smiles, the ivory of his teeth catching the light. Again, you are drawn to how pretty he seems to be. “I am… quite intoxicated, Miss y/l/n”, he confesses, clutching a hand to his chest as if holding a doffed cap, “‘tis entirely possible I am indeed not in the correct bedroom.”

“I would venture that to be the correct assessment,” you offer with a meek smile.

“I sincerely apologise, yet again,” his face contrite as he shuffles into a kneeling position, his palms resting upturned on his thighs as if seeking forgiveness. 

The problem is all your eyes can do is slide down his bare torso, lingering in places they shouldn’t—like the swell of his pectorals, the dip of his waist, and the pull of material at the junction of his thighs just a few inches above where his palms rest….

“I suppose it is only fair I let you look, seeing as I so rudely interrupted your sleep,” he comments dryly.

Your eyes jerk back to his face, met with a pointedly raised eyebrow and a knowing crooked smirk. You feel your cheeks aflame and bow your head, biting your lip, knowing you have been thoroughly caught in your ogling.

“I… I apologise, sir,” you mumble quietly, “I… I have not seen a man without a shirt before…” you admit in a whisper. 

“And do you like what you see?” he teases, tone etched with beguiling menace, his mouth twisted into an intrigued pout as you dare to raise your gaze again.

“I… I…,” you falter, knowing that admitting such would be scandalous.

“Your secret is safe with me, Miss y/l/n,” he winks, “and I hope I am forgiven.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” you bustle out, tugging the bedding high under your chin again, wanting desperately to conceal the flush you know is creeping over your skin with every second spent in his half-naked presence.

“I suppose I should take my leave,” he sighs, his cadence reluctant, perhaps hoping you will dispute his assessment.

“That would be… the most prudent course of action,” you nod even though your fingertips itch to grab his hand and ask him to stay for reasons you don’t entirely understand.

He slides off the bed and scoops up his discarded shirt, a moderately unsteady gait as he tugs it back onto his body. 

“Goodnight, Miss y/l/n,” he bows with a touch of comedic chivalry before he takes his leave. You cannot help but stare at his shapely rear as he walks towards the door.

“Goodnight, Mr Bridgerton,” you call softly, and before you can stop yourself, more words are spilling from your lips, something about this man making you daring. “I do so hope you will offer me a dance at the ball tomorrow to make amends for this intrusion.” 

Even you are astounded by your words. Benedict pauses, his hand frozen on the door handle as he turns back around slowly, his mien surprised.

“It would be my pleasure,” he rumbles after a pause, a tingle running through your being.

“Until tomorrow, Mr Bridgerton,” you offer, heart pounding. 

“Until tomorrow indeed, Miss y/l/n,” the velvet of his voice tickling your skin long after the door snicks closed behind him.

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[papercorgiworld]

It was no mistake

A James Potter smut.

When you tell James last night was a mistake he's determined to prove you wrong.

This is part two of ‘I dare you to steal his clothes - James Potter version’. Read the first part here, not that this is very plot driven but still.

Warning: smut, minimal plot

— The request —

The James fic was so hot wtf 👹👹👹 we need part 2 dear author 😭😭😭

— The writing —

You walked through the hallways of Hogwarts but your mind was still stuck in that bathroom where you had yesterday tried and more or less succeeded in stealing James Potter’s clothes. He had given you a night to remember and as dreamy as you still were about those activities, you were also very much aware that it was James Potter. He was your crush, but to him you were probably nothing more than a fun night. It was not like he was suddenly going to fall in love with you after one night of heavenly sex.

“Moony, you’re not hearing me. She’s the one.” Remus rolled his eyes as James almost jumped up and down next to him, ever since last night’s events James had been going on about you non stop. Sirius and Peter had weaselled their way away from James and had left Remus to listen to James’ rants alone. Remus rearranged some books on the shelves of the library, because nothing’s more annoying than misplaced books. “I need your advice, moony, I’ve been crushing on her since the start of the year and after last night I need to make a move or I might lose her to the next guy she’s being dared to steal clothes from.” Remus turns away from the shelves to face James. “I honestly don’t think that she would repeat last night's events with anyone beside you.” Feeling reassured and a bit more confident, James’ signature smirk returns. “You think so? You think I’m special to her?” Remus sighs and rolls his eyes again. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure she likes you. I mean no one sleeps with someone you hate.” James’ eyebrows knit together. “You obviously haven’t had heated hate sex.” Remus shakes his head no. “You?” James also shakes no. “No, I’m just thinking it would be hot… not as hot as last night, I mean, (y/n) and me-” “I don’t want to hear it again, James!” Remus interrupts and quickly continues. “Just go talk to her, use all your charm and you will win her over.” 

You were still deep in thoughts, when James leaves the library and spots you. “Hey, hey, (y/n)! We need to talk.” Your eyes fling up to meet his and James is almost horrified to see how filled with panic your eyes are. You quickly scan the hallways for a way out, but fail to find a good excuse. James quickens his pace to keep up with you. “About last night…” James starts, nervously ruffling his hair, but before he has a chance to continue you speak up. “It was a mistake.” James’ face falls, but you don’t notice and continue. “I get it. I’m cool about it. Last night was just a thing and it won't happen again.” James nods as he listens to you, watching your serious expression and sinking his hands into his pockets. You suddenly stop walking and turn to him. You force a tightlipped smile and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You hold out a hand to James. “Friends?” You ask with a shaky voice and flustered face. For a second James looks utterly confused, but he quickly realises that your flusteredness might have something to do with how you had screamed his name last night. James tilts his head and chews his lip, eyes focussing on yours. “What if I say no?” Your face instantly heats up. Why can’t he just be casual about it. Why does he have to be so James Potter about it!

“I got the sense that you liked what I did last night.” Your face was hitting tomato alert, but he just shamelessly continued. “Honestly, I enjoyed it as well. You felt amazing.” He whispers, while his eyes dart between you and everyone in the hallway to make sure no one overhears. “James-” Your protest comes out as a shaky whisper as your body craves James in an unholy way. “Come on, love one more time and then you can decide whether I’m worth keeping around or if you really just want to be friends.” Your expression goes blank as you process what James had just said. Did the James Potter just suggest that if you wanted he would be yours? Afraid that you weren’t fully convinced, James makes one last move, leaning closer to you with his lips almost brushing your ear. “You can have whatever you want, baby… my dick, fingers, tongue, I’ll give you anything you want.” His voice was husky and dirty, but there was also an almost inaudible nervousness as he worried whether you would accept his offer or just forget about him. 

A silent yes in your eyes had told James that he could guide you to a nearby empty classroom. As soon as he closed the door behind you he wrapped an arm around your figure, pulling you against him. His eyes focus on yours as his free hand cups your cheek. “I know it’s only been a few hours, but fuck I missed you.” You smile and James is wild with excitement that he got you close to him again. Eagerly his lips search yours and you immediately move with his, making the kiss go from passionate to hunger. He picks you up and you can’t help but giggle at his enthusiasm. He places you on a nearby desk and he’s quick to take off his own shirt, giving you a worthy view. Your hand wanders over his chest and muscles. There was a reason Gryffindor won almost every game. This boy worked for it. 

As amused and turned on as James was by your staring he really wanted your focus on kissing him. With a gentle finger he pushed your chin up to look at him so he could kiss you tenderly and deeply. It also gave him the opportunity to quickly undo a few buttons so he could pull your shirt over your head. With your hair now slightly messed up you looked even more desirable to him. Eagerly his lips move over yours again while his hands move to gently squeeze your breasts before unclasping your bra in one swift move. James struggles to keep his lips on you as his eyes desperately search for a glimpse of your chest. With a loving touch his hands massage the flesh of your boobs. A slightly suppressed moan reveals James’ excitement together with the growing bulge in his pants pressing against your panties. Pushing you back on the desk James now moves away from your lips to allow himself to play with your nipples, earning soft sounds from you as sensations build up, soaking your panties as he sucks on the sensitive skin. 

Unable to keep himself in check James rocks his hips into yours, searching for fiction. You quickly slip a hand in his pants, making him groan as you tease his member. One hand pumps his dick while your other hand moves through his curls. Under your touch James only manages to leave sloppy kisses as precum stains his pants. He curses himself under his breath. This was not how he planned it on going, he needed to spoil you and not the other way around. So rather abruptly and roughly James grabs your hand and takes a step back so he can take off your skirt and panties. You open your mouth to ask whether you did anything wrong, but James doesn’t let you and kisses you roughly while moving a finger through your folds, making you squirm against him at the sudden touch. “Last night was not a mistake.” James breathes with a rough undertone as he watches your eyes fill with pleasure at his touch. Your slightly parted lips looked so delicious to you, but he wanted to hear you so instead he peppers kisses down your neck, while his fingers fuck you.

Your fingers entangle with his hair as pleasure rushes through you. You whimper his name as he pushes you closer to your high, making him work harder to get you there. He watches you with focus to pinpoint the exact second before you’ll cum so he can pull his fingers away from you, making you whine in need of him and a climax. Your needy eyes turn him on so much he has to grab his crotch for a second. “Trust me, love.” James whispers and pushes your legs wider with one move, making you yelp at the exposure and heave your chest. The view you were giving him, exposed and flustered had him struggling to not just fuck you right then and there but he was committed to make you his and have you every night from now on. With his eyes glued to yours he slowly kisses down from your lips to your pussy to finish the building orgasm he had kept from you only seconds earlier.

Your body tenses and your fingers cling to James’ curls as your wall clench. James can’t resist jerking himself as you gently and unknowingly push his face against your pussy, reaching your high. It takes a second before you have the strength to push the strong man between your legs away from your overstimulated cunt. As soon as you see his pleased smirk you know he isn’t done with you. You raise your hand to protest, but he just grabs your wrist, pulling you off the desk to turn you around. He presses you against him, your naked body against his bare chest. He still holds on to your wrist as his other hand slips between your legs again. “James.” You whine and he shushes you. “You still think last night was a mistake?” He teases you, placing kisses under your ear. He rubs his hard bulge against your bare ass and your sensitive pussy starts throbbing at just the thought of his thick member filling you like last night. “No, it wasn’t a mistake.” You breathe and James kisses your neck tenderly, before bending you over the desk and freeing his member from his pants. 

Gently he slips inside you, holding you close as he fucks you passionately, like you were the only woman that mattered, a goddess to him, and only him for the rest of his life from now on.

Word count: 1720

[cupids-chamber]

@. People I would cheat on my boyfriend with.. . ♡ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Genshin version ## Low quality and low effort slides because finals sucks!

. ROOK HUNT ;

Odd smile or grin, I mean Rook always has this ridiculous oui oui bitch smirk grin on his motherfucking face, but today? It was different. It was more huter-y if that’s even a word. 

The moment you turn away, Rook’s glaring at your pc as you open the slides, as if it’s his mortal enemy.

Bro looks like a fucking hitman with the looks he’s putting out. His facial expression radiates wtf energy.

Aww so sweet, so cute mon cherie..—Now change the fucking slides.

"What's on the next slide my sweet?"

Run bitch run.

Why are you hiding your screen

what is there to hide

you have nothing to hide

what do you even need to hide.

Why hide.

Communication is key :)

. VIL SCHOENHEIT ;

Lowkey glaring at you while you explain the slides, like 'excuse you fuckass am I not good enough for you?'

Will start getting passive aggressive, calm? What is calm? Is there anything truly ‘calm’ in this world?... He’s patiently waiting.. For the slides to load… Standing, posing like your mom outside your door with a sandal core. 

Slowly becoming a nagging housewife as he insults your slow as fuck computer. 

Begins fucking scrolling immediately, legit scoots you over.

Truthfully you're more surprised he didn’t question the picture you choose for the cover but his pacing is lowkey scaring you? You did this on a dare.. And you put a 50 slide gap.. And Vil was going through each slide fast… Hell you even put a compliment on each slide. 

Stroking your little beauty queens ego always worked… except now.. He’s been remarkably quiet.. And that is surprisingly more unnerving and unsettling than anything else VIl could possibly do.. 

Well you’ve done it now.. He’s mumbling.. With gritted teeth, he’s not even glaring.. And frankly you don’t want to see his facial expression. 

And then he starts laughing.. But not laughing in like “LMFAOO LOL SO HILARIOUS”  but more of a lowkey “I’m going to kill you”

“Potato… care to explain a few things?” 

“I- ugh.. um.. have an appointment”

“Not anymore”

. LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ;

Kitty’s got claws, bro finna commit a crime.

Just looks at you and smiles. ‘I control my emotions, my emotions don’t control me’ core 

Was therapy working? Probably not his lazy ass avoids them like the common flu.

You saw his expression soften for a moment and you lean in and give him a hug. Effectively distracting him.. and then you scroll like God’s given you 20 fucking seconds to live and breath.

“WHAT THE FUCK HERBIVORE??” and then the screen fades to Malleus.. 

And then it automatically scrolls to Rook...

"..."

Oh you fucked up.

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation.

[smutinlove]

comic Dick Grayson taking the reader to the Wayne gala as their date when they realize that multiple men are eyeing her, and dick gets all jealous and overprotective and one way or another, he’s kissing down her neck and making out with her in a hallway, and dick keeps his eyes slightly open just to see how some men are watching them make out so he just smirks into the kiss and leads the reader into Bruce’s office where he forces her to stay quiet (AM I INSANE FOR REQUESTING THIS??😭)

No, sweetheart, you are perfectly sane. I love you <3

—Warnings: 18+ content. Fingering, pet names (princess, love, etc.,)

Everyone knows the Wayne Galas are always extravagant, meaning—no matter your gender, you need to dress your best. I mean, it's Bruce Wayne, right? And sometimes it's more fun to attend a gala with a... friend—or better yet, a date.

That date being Dick Grayson, whose arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, he dragged you around with him all night. Why? He knew the looks those "men" were giving you.

I mean, you were gorgeous, that was a fact. (Look it up)

And, well, those men wanted you. They wanted to be the ones holding you and making you laugh. But all they could do was watch, and watching isn't entertaining.

Now, you found yourself standing near a corner while Dick had left to get some lemonade. "Are you alright, miss?" You heard a voice pang from behind you.

You turned around and saw a man dressed in a tuxedo. He adjusted his tie and inched closer to you. "You seem... tired. Would you like to leave? I assure you—my mansion is up to its name."

You held in an obnoxious laugh. "I don't think my boyfriend would like that."

The man chuckled, "Well, your boyfriend isn't here, love. And he doesn't need to know either." He cupped your cheek, making you roll your eyes.

"Don't worry, doll, later, you'll be rolling your eyes for a different reason." You smirked, knowing that Dick was watching your interaction with this man.

Bless the souls of those who dare to even look at Dick Grayson's girl.

"Really now?" He nodded. "What do you say... we get 'outta here?"

"Hands off," you heard from behind you. You grinned. "Sorry, buddy. She's taken." His eyes bore into the man. Dick's hand snacked up to your waist, pulling you close to him.

The man's eyes widened, "Right, of course," he quickly ran off, his face red from embarrassment.

"Trying to rile me up, aren't ya? Silly girl," he whispered into your ear.

You grinned. "Maybe I was trying to make you just a bit mad,"

Next thing you knew, you and Dick were in the hallway, his hands tracing the fabric of your dress. He left small trails of kisses down your neck, making you gasp.

He lifted your chin, his eyes looking deeply into your soul. Dick closed the gap between you, causing fireworks to explode. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes.

Little did you know that Dick's eyes weren't. The door to the area of the gala was slightly open. And those men that were eyeing you earlier could only watch and get off with Dick making out with you.

Slowly, you were being dragged somewhere. An office...

Bruce Wayne's office. This wasn't right. Definitely not.

He closed the door behind him.

"Dick, what're we doing here?" you asked. "My dear, we needed a bit of privacy," Dick said, his hands trailing up to your thighs, gently squeezing them.

As you were about to utter another word, he clamped his hand on your mouth and whispered, "Don't, love. We don't want anyone to hear us, right?" You nodded, falling right into his trap. (wtf)

His hands went back to your thighs, moving further up, causing you to let out a small moan. "Keep quiet, baby, don't wanna get caught now do we? I mean, we are in Bruce's office." Dick chuckled.

You whined. It was unfair of Dick. You wanted each other badly and now he was asking you to be quiet.

He pushed your panties to the side and began to gently twist and pinch your clit.

Fuck," you groaned, his hand still clamped onto your mouth. "That's not very lady-like, princess," he taunted, pushing his fingers inside you.

Dick curled his fingers, hitting that spot which made you squirm.

"I know, sweetheart. So fucking wet," Dick's mouth latched onto your nipple. His free hand went up and unclipped the front part of your dress, letting your breast free.

He continued to push his fingers deeper inside you. Your moans and pants were muffled by his hand. "You're close, aren't ya? I can feel you, baby. Squeezing my fingers."

"Keep quiet, love. Don't want anyone finding out that my fingers are deep inside you now do we? Now that'd be a scandal." he teased.

Your body was shaking from pleasure. "Come on, princess. Let go for me."

And you did. Your legs were shaking, and you were seeing stars. Dick's eyes lit up with joy as he watched his girl ride out her orgasm.

"That's it, sweet girl," he cooed. He slipped his fingers out and into his mouth, sucking your cum off. "Delicious," he purred, making your core tighten.

"On the desk," Dick demanded, pointing his finger towards Bruce's desk.

You obliged and sat on the desk. You were a sight to see. He lifted your chin, "God, you're so fucking perfect. You're my girl, all mine." Dick whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

And now suddenly you knew why he wasn't given a nickname such as "rich," "rick," or any other basic white-boy nickname.

He was Dick Grayson.

And it's safe to say that he ISN'T done with you.

»»————<3———-««

giggling while writing this omg omg

dick is so hot. ugh, he's just so perfect. like omg those abs... and that ASS. im about to start calling him "daddy dick". sorry.

[myslutwritings]

BLINKS. Ok so laikkkk. You know how Muzan has that fake wife? IMAGINE LIKE um reader or whatever the fuck it’s called?! FINDING OUT and she’s just standing infront of Muzan Like 🧍🏻‍♀️yo wtf. DOES THIS MAKE SENSE

YES THIS MAKES SENSE! thank you for requesting😭😭

➤ Fem!Reader finding out about Muzan’s fake wife

➤ SFW headcanons (not proof read)

Muzan kibutsuji x Fem!reader

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warnings: kinda angsty also reader does not take shit from men (💀💀)

Man oh man.

Livid would be an understatement..

Muzan knows you can be scary.

After all, you’re one of those women who doesn’t take shit from men, you’re fiercely independent, you petrify the demon king himself with your audacious and captivating personality.

It was one of the things that attracted this walking menace towards you in the first place.

Now, Muzan does love you, so do not overthink and assume he actually loves his little false wife.

Oh, he couldn’t give a shit about her. But fake wife or not, you’d still consider it cheating.

In hindsight, he knew it was wrong but that didn’t stop him.

Anyway, that thought of you finding out his secret always loomed in the back of his mind.

However, he brushes this off, foolishly thinking this isn’t a humongous deal and you wouldn’t find out.

My god, he couldn’t have been more wrong. It’s embarrassing really..

No one knows how on god mother earth you found out but that night when Muzan returns home you confront him about it immediately. You aren’t going to sugar coat this for him nor pretend like you didn’t catch him in the act? pfft, only pussies do that.

But to be blunt you probably found out because you caught him kissing her in the entertainment district

“Oh, welcome home, dear! Now, do you mind telling me about your second wife? Or am i the second wife?”

Muzan’s response is silence at first. That being the dead giveaway.

You’re honestly just confused, like he already has you?? Why does he need to have this lil side hoe??

Deep down, you’re honestly hurt but you do a pretty damn good job at covering it up with that sarcastic smile of yours.

Meanwhile, Muzan denies it.

This only adds more fuel to the fire.

LIKE YOU CAN FEEL YOIR BLOOD BOILING.

No way he just lied to your face.

I mean, yeah, Muzan is a malicious demon at the end of the day so of course his interpretation on the human population is going to be fucked up on so many levels.

Thinks all humans are naive and incredibly stupid.

Besides you of course.

But the man isn’t a brainless amateur either he knows you’re different from the rest. Another reason why he actually has romantic feelings towards you.

Anyway, since you’re a girl boss, you obviously call him out on his bullshit lies and it provokes full blown fight between y’all.

You try to fight back tears, all these feelings are too much for you to bare.

You’re honestly crying because of how damn frustrating it is.

It’s also important to add Muzan has never witnessed you cry.

Feels guilty now but doesn’t dare to express it.

You manage to soothe your nerves down and continuously debunk the situation.

In the end, you have him backed up into a corner.

Then you proceed to reveal how you found out.

Muzan realizes that he can no longer escape this situation nor lie to you any longer.

Admitting his defeat, he confesses how he obtains a fake wife but doesn’t even feel anything towards her.

Muzan reassures you that he only has eyes for you, only feels these feelings towards you, assures you that he and his fake wife have nothing serious and that he only uses her to blend in with humanity.

You hear him out, listening to his explanation but then ask why he couldn’t just use you to blend in??

His response is that he desires to keep you safe and secured, if the slayers knew you were his weak point they’d definitely kill you so there is his explanation for cheating.

Bro just doesn’t want to lose you. Witnessing your murder would be his demise.

You calm down entirely, however, you aren’t 100% okay with him having a fake wife.

So you just give him an out.

Like, “it’s either her or me” you express in a very sharp tone to show how serious you are about this.

Of course he chooses you, after all, he always would.

Dislikes how you posses this much control over him. Your dominate nature doesn’t sit right with him.

But kudos to you!! He murdered divorced said wife and now there are no more issues. But you still are upset with him even awhile after that. Yeah, you aren’t going to move past it too quickly and because he’s such a manipulative narcissist your guard is always up around him.

But i mean who can blame you? You’re dating the demon king after all.

THIS WAS LOW-KEY ENJOYABLE TO WRITE!? i hope it meets your expectations and i hope this made sense! I’m working on multiple requests right now but this one was easier and faster to write due to it only being one character.

[lutorao]

trust and hope

it's really odd what I'm going to tell you now but let's start

It's very clear how luffy trusts Zoro right?! because we have like thousand of moment of it but if I tell you that law is one of them who trust luffy most will you believe me ?!

let's start from whisky peak , do you remember the moment when some guy told luffy that Zoro was the reason why they were in this condition ? and what luffy did ? he fought with him

but in punk hazard when chopper told him that Law was murderer , he just ignored "Traffy " ?! nuh , but it wasn't some guy it was Chopper, his crewmate and what Luffy did ? nothing

don't get me wrong , maybe It can be assumed that the reason for Luffy's hesitation at Whiskey Peak was that, first of all, he had not known Zoro for a long time, in addition, you can say that the reason was also that these people shared food and Zoro thanked them in this way. It was the first and last time he suspected Zoro, you can't say that Luffy didn't know what Zoro was up to because of him. Let's go back a bit.

The case of Buggy, a seriously wounded man who is close to losing his mind doesn't hesitate for a second to hang onto Luffy's back with a cage, that should have been enough for Luffy, right? In addition, Luffy has animal instincts when it comes to people, but for some reason he blamed Zoro for his actions.

Let's continue with Law

Let's look at the situation from Law's side

A traumatized childhood, dead and murdered parents, a burned city, and the only person who trusted after this trauma was killed by Doflamingo, who was Corazon's brother.

so words "trust " and " hope " is not for law

And the only thing that motivated him during this time was revenge

revenge for the person he lost, Revenge for everything that happened

he spent 13 years preparing for his revenge and yes he was willing to do anything for this revenge, he ripped out the hearts of 100 pirates, became warlord, spent months on Punk Hazard, developed a plan, left the only people he trusted on Zou for their own safety, and yes he was really ready even to die

I hope you realize how important all this was to him right ?!

but what happened when it comes to luffy ?

Yes hope and Trust

And Doflamingo knew it clearly, maybe Luffy didn't realize how much it meant to law , but Doflamingo knew, it's not common for someone like Law to put that kind of trust in someone.

what about luffy ?

"Torao is a good guy " he was so happy wasn't he ?! just look at his face

Nami : noo luffy , we cant trust him

meanwhile luffy just ignored his crewmates words and "I'm in "

then Robin

luffy : " stop talking shits, he is a good guy " he just ignored everyone from his crew and when law switched their body luffy just laughed , he wasn't even mad , he just laughed. wtf luffy

let's make things clear straw hat

even it means go to hell together (please just look at him )

and yes now he was law's "bodyguard "

" just tell me which one Torao"

I won't talk about how he took care of Law all the way to Dressrosa, only Law? No, he didn't forget his sword either, just like law didn't forget Luffy's straw hat before

The funny thing is that even during the fight with Bellamy, Luffy's attention was on top, he didn't pay attention to his opponent, his whole concentration was on "how was Traffy?! "

Don't even dare, it all obvious in his face

And yes, he hasn't forgotten law's sword here either, his first order was "look after Law", he didn't ask anyone anything, just look after Law, protect him at any cost

if you ask me how their love language looks like I will say

"luffy : I'm glad you are okay , wanna eat? "

sharing his food

yes he shared his food with law

"law : let me die along with him I m begging you , please "

and at the end , I would like to mention the moment that makes these two people special to me along with everything else, first of all, the fact that Law was by Luffy's side when he needed it the most, when Luffy lost his brother the only member of his family( lets dont talk about Garp ) who had left, and lost his crew , his friends, was alone without his crew , and his life was in Law's hands. and yes, Law has seen Luffy at his worst, PTSD, despair, depression, and all together.

As for Law, this person who had no hope for anything in life and had no one but a crew, was left alone and everything he had been building and organizing for 13 years, all work, all hope, he left to Luffy. At this moment he was without his crew , and yes Luffy had seen him at his worst.

If that's not a sign of trust, hope and love, then I don't know what is

[lowkeyrobin]

Heyy :) Can you please write headcanons of dating quackity, but in his earlier eras? (like 2019-21 maybe) ❤

ooooo yes of course!!! ; fun fact I've been watching him since 2018 or so (I don't mean this in a "Oh I'm cooler than you way) ; thank you for the request!! this was fun as hell ; I tried to kinda do it in a chronological order but yeah, I did like stuff and then more details of relationship if that makes sense yk???

QUACKITY ; 2019-2021 era

warnings ; language, talk of drugs, jokes about sex

genre ; fluff

word count ; 858

masterlist

Raiding Club Penguin with him and Axel was a core memory for you. It was the first true time, however cringe it sounds, that you saw Alex as your best friend.

he'd always try to make you laugh, especially on stream

such a little tease

back in the olden days, we had those Discord server 'wtf is that food' videos

you guys rank some of them and how likely you'd eat them

also ranking Discord memes

so many of them were dumb shit or weird shipart from like 2015 deviantart LMFAO

"guys I know me and y/n are dating but that doesn't mean compare us to Shrek couples!"

"I thought Thanos was your true love?"

"He-He is! Oh my God, stop being so desperate, y/n. ugh"

once he got invited to the Dream SMP, you were all ears and proudly taught him how to play Minecraft

you made his alt skin with the tuxedo, which he didn't wear often, but used in lore some time later

youd often help him with lore ideas

he also got you invited into the SMP where he introduced you to some of his new friends

you knew schlatt and some others, but most of these people were new and it was nice meeting all of them

the fiances are established and then you and quackity are already a think and you also like karl, which creates a weird love rectangle with an open end because you and sapnap are sharing the other two 💀

lore goes fuckin crazy with that

while Karl's off making Kinoko Kingdom and Quackity's running Las Nevadas, you're building El Tropicana, off in the far away jungle biome

Alex would usually stream and translate Mexican soap operas, which you joined in for sometimes

you'd give the characters different voices and twist their words up a bit to make it more entertaining for chat

the amount of drug talk that went into that was wild

also the amount of queer kids bullied in those schools?? yikes on bikes

also the one with that girl who got in trouble for kissing a boy on the playground or whatever that was?? Jesus christ man

youd both act put the scenes on occasion and use Tiger as whatever kid was being yelled at if she was in the room with you

taking a break halfway through stream for him to play guitar and for you to karaoke to fuckin Bo Burnham

also making fake joints out of paper he had laying around and "lighting them up" aka setting paper on fire next to a PC and your faces

Jackbox streams with the Feral Boys until 3am>>>

Paranormal Activity in the middle of the night went so fucking crazy

teaching Bad how to play GTA is your favorite memory with those two

playing horror games and watching him play horror games with Karl while he visited him

how dare he leave you all alone (you couldn't go because you had a busy schedule)

your chats shipping the hell out of you and your dsmp characters

hella fanart and fanfictions man

try not to laugh streams where you always ended up laughing before the ten minute mark because of him

he purposefully does shit to make you laugh

reading fanfiction on stream was a regular activity especially for y/s/n

youd rank the book on a scale from one to ten and how accurate to real life they were

"nahhhh that one doesn't have enough Thanos, two out of ten"

"yknow what... were gonna have our own tier lists... okay?"

"damnit... does this mean I'm not getting laid later?"

"what"

promoting the quackityhq merch religiously

also stealing whichever beanie he wasn't wearing, either the LAFD one or the plain black and blue one

him tying you to a chair and forcing you to laugh was a common stream plot

tweets that were either very inconspicuous about drugs, very sexual, or very old married couple vibes

youd both be frequently trending on twitter

hot wings or dare streams with Bad >>>>

playing girls go games and hoping you wouldn't give his PC a virus

sitting in the inflatable pool fully clothed, playing with children's bath toys

he'd for sure be the type to fall for his best friend

whether it be all the way back then or just now, he could go forever without feeling any feelings but one day they'll show up and the nervousness begins

he'd lend you a hoodie if you were cold in his room and he just straight up begs you to keep it

lots of just staring at you while chat ships you, like genuinley just zones out on your pretty face

would probably doubt his feelings at first and talk to his mom about it and she's like "boy you have a crush. Go ask them the hell out, you're a handsome young man, I'm pretty sure they like you too"

"mOooOooOoOoM"

genuinley spoils you with no good reason and after a while you just accept it

he starts sending good morning and good night texts

he'll repost (or reblog) (he has a secret tumblr) fanart of you two, especially if it's shipart

will constantly send you clips of movie characters making out or kissing and say "this should be us"

[astonmartinii]

cooking up a storm | daniel ricciardo instagram au

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader 

daniel is hosting a dinner party with his girlfriend... it goes as well as one may expect 

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danielricciardo come dine with me has nothing on us 

charles_leclerc y/n being in charge is the only reason why i agreed to come to this 

pierregasly is it too late to revoke my rsvp?

yourusername  yes we already brought custom napkins 

yukitsunoda0511 can i leave a yelp review? 

yourusername  no wtf... i’ll allow a private story review at most. 

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danielricciardo this was my original contribution to the dinner party. i have been relegated to setting the table now. 

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maxverstappen1 this is not giving me much faith for this dinner party 

yourusername surely him being benched should make you more excited? 

danielricciardo this is literally my post stop being mean to me 

lovelyricciardo the commitment to this dinner party is killing me 

sebastianvettel i am genuinely concerned, i do not want hanna poisoned 

yourusername i get doubting daniel - but ME? seb... 

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danielricciardo the coworkers and the mrs. jk i love you all and hope you guys are all still kicking tomorrow lol. 

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yourusername shhhhh they’ll catch on to our plan to poison the grid so you can win the championship... 

maxverstappen1 wow i’d expect this from daniel, but not you y/n. 

lewishamilton  i’m telling your mom 

yourusername you wouldn’t dare 

charles_leclerc although the comments are scaring me, i had a great time thank you y/n! 

danielricciardo i’m gonna pretend that says both of us... that’s okay sharl me casa u casa 

carlossainz55 that’s not spanish daniel 

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danielricciardo  you told me you loved that song 

yourusername i do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

landonorris more exclamation marks make you look more guilty 

sebastianvettel wonderful evening y/n! 

yukitsunoda0511 10/10 from me, you are now obligated to bring me food at every race 

yourusername  did i just acquire a child? 

danielricciardo  i think we did 

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f1 some big faces all came together for a dinner party at the ricciardo-y/ln house. thank you for keeping daniel from killing the entire grid y/n! 

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yourusername  my pleasure. he did a great job mixing drinks 

georgerussell63  as the person who cleaned up alex’s bathroom the day after, he did not 

danielricciardo not my fault alex is a lightweight 

alex_albon harsh ricciardo, not all of us have your iron liver 

maxverstappen1 i didn’t know y’all were all such picky eaters 

charles_leclerc i saw you give checo a potatoe because it touched some sauce, you’re worse than lando 

landonorris why you bringing me into this?

[luminouslywriting]

Hey! Novalis here again with another Winters request lol. This time it's based on that scene in Captain America: The First Avenger (one of my favorite films of all time) where we meet Peggy and she's confidently speaking with this guy who's making fun of her before she decks him in the face. Could we have something based on that where maybe one of the guys messes with the reader like that and ends up punching the guy in the face -> also pairing reader and Winters somehow in this request? Thanks!

Iconic of you to request this!! I would be HAPPY and thrilled to do this for you :) Reminder that my requests are open and I don't mind spam haha!

More under the cut, cut for length, slight sexual harassment/intimidation (not from Winters) mentioned, medical jargon and speak mentioned as well:

-Listen, I've said it once and I'll say it again, Dick Winters is a man who drinks his respect women juice

-So when the head doctor is introducing herself during the training and preparation for D-Day, you tend to listen to her because her instructions could mean the difference between life and death

-For Dick Winters, he's an attentive man who has already struck up a friendship and correspondence with you. And maybe, just maybe, if things go well, he'd like to ask if he can write you and if he can take you out sometime.

-But for right now, he's dutifully staying within the respectful bounds of a workplace relationship and no fraternization

-So there he is, standing at attention and listening to your instructions about how best to tie a tourniquet if there are no medics around (which is really quite useful, especially if something goes wrong with the jumps)

-And someone dares to question what a woman would even know about medical needs

-And he goes on and on about how women aren't meant to serve their country in the same way and how they need to be at home waiting to make babies or be filled up by some man

-So naturally Dick Winters is fuming about the entire thing and flabbergasted at this man's audacity

-And just when he's about to say something, you step up to the bat, ask the man's name, rank, etc.

-Once you have the information, you gracefully punch him in the nose and there's a very satisfying crunch of things. And the thing is?? You're a doctor. You know exactly how much force is needed to break a bone and how much is needed to set it back in place

-So there are the medics, bustling around because WTF??? And you just have them re-set his nose right then and there

-In that moment, Dick Winters has never been more in love in his life and he's got those googly/starry eyes that has Nixon looking at him like he's a freakin' simp or something

-The man is howling all sorts of things

-And you're just, "I outrank you. What are you gonna do? Court martial me? After all of that harassment? I don't think so, buddy."

-Dick Winters decides on the spot that he wants to marry you

-So yes, after the whole training is over, he does in fact, go for it and ask you out :) He also commends the punch and gives a kiss to the forming bruise on your knuckle

-We stan a supportive husband lol

[sunraies]

hey babe. love you and your works. hope your doing well and healthy.

my request is kook!reader x rafe. she is totally a girlboss and she walks him like a dog (that tiktok trend). so one day she gets into a fight w someone and Topper and Kelce are like 'Rafe go get your girl' or something like that and she says sit down (another tiktok trend im dying) Rafe sits down immidieatly and everyones like wtf and Rafe says 'thats what my girl said.' and smirking. when fight is over she says 'were done here' and Rafe stands up to follow her but their friends are about to laugh but dont have the courage of that and she says 'any problem babies?' and when there is no answer she goes like 'thats what i thought.' and they leave.

im literally spending 11 hours a day on tiktok. this trends and povs got me. im sure im gonna love it. but if you dont want to write thats okay. have a good day sweetie. love you. :3

Hi, hun! I'm doing good. I hope you are too?? I love you and this idea! I'm sorry it's not very long, and I hope it's how you pictured it x

Infatuated

Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

Warnings - swears, love sick Rafe, hints of a cheating ex.

As requested above

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From the moment Rafe and you started dating, he was completely and utterly infatuated. He was at you every call and walked at your heels, literally.

If you were entering a room, Rafe was always sure to be two steps behind you. Your hand holding his as he followed you like a love sick puppy.

Everyone knew you were his Queen, and what did the Queen do best? Protect her King.

So when you caught your ex talking shit about Rafe at a party, who was the one to grab him by the collar and spit a warning in his face. You, of course.

"He's more of a man that you ever will be," you hissed, vemon in your voice, holding his Ralph Lauren polo shirt in your perfectly manicured hand. "I don't ever catch his name in your mouth again, got it?"

He swallowed and nodded before you let him go. Just as you were about to walk back to Rafe, someone caught your arm.

"Don't you dare fucking touch him" A girl, who you guessed was his current fling warned you.

"Oh honey, I was just going to wash my hands." Your toned was even before gently removing her grip on your arm. "Have some respect for yourself. Jealousy doesn't match your outfit."

Her scream of frustration caught Topper's attention from across the room with Kelce and Rafe. He nudged Kelce's arm, making him look over.

"Oh shit," Kelce blurted out. "Rafe, you better go get your girl."

Rafe spun around to watch as you dodged a slap, making the girl stumble into the wall beside you. Your laugh seemed to float across the room, but it was more cruel than normal.

"Baby, are you -" Rafe was at your side as your ex was picking the girl up.

"Sit down." You held a finger out to him, and he obeyed, knowing you could hold your own.

Everyone around who had been watching glanced at each other. "What the fuck, man?" Topper asked leaning on the back of the sofa, Rafe had plopped down on.

"My girl's got this." He smirked, sipping on his drink.

You turned to the girl who looked about ready to lunge at you again. "Sweetie, you deserve him." You fixed your hair before heading towards Rafe. "Just get yourself tested, he has a habit of fucking anything that walks"

You could hear her, asking him what the fuck that was supposed to mean as you held your hand out to Rafe.

"Come on, we're done here." You smiled at him. "I don't like the vibe of this place anymore."

"Sure, baby." He finished his drink before grabbing your hand and following you towards the door.

"Damn, you really are her bitch" Topper muttered under his breath but you heard.

"What was that, babe?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Noth. Nothing." He croaked on the laugher as did most around him.

"Didn't think so, honeybun." You smirked at him and gently tapped his cheek before leaving with Rafe.

As you walked towards his car, Rafe threw an arm over your shoulders and kissed your temple. "What was that even about, baby?"

"Just people talking shit." You shrugged before climbing into the car as he held the door open for you.

[pinkgy]

If possible can I please request what whb mammon would be like as a dom with a femMc? I feel like he definitely is a switch and is very versatile, but he definitely holds back his dominant side for the sake of Mc's physcial well being. So what would he do if the Mc didn't want him to hold back and actually take the reins?

Hi anon ! Tysm for your request and sorry for the delay.

Sorry if it’s too short, I suck at writing One Shots, but I always try my best !

I also feel like mammon is a switch, mostly because I feel he likes that feeling of his master using him for their own pleasure, but there’s definitely something dominant in him, in fact, I can’t imagine him actually subbing.

Also, he’s huge wtf, if he didn’t hold back he would kill someone.

"𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙈𝙀"

𝘾𝙒: Rough Sex, Spanking, Mammon eats ass and you can’t tell me otherwise (this situation does not happen in this post), No vagina fits 23 cm but it’s okay because this is fanfiction, He slaps the mc three times in the face, but it’s not that hard, belly bulging, no protection.

✿ There’s many ways to bring out this side of him, you could tell him directly during one of your intimate moments, or you could trigger it, both will work, but the second one might be the most amusing way.

✿ Telling him directly will make him laugh, he would tease you saying that he’s rough enough with you and and that you wouldn’t be able to take it

✿ And he would use your proposal as a way to tease you for days, his pet name for you is no longer master or love, now it’s freak.

✿ Of course, deep in his heart he wishes that you took that seriously someday, but also, he wishes you don’t.

✿ Mammon would forever hate himself if he hurt you, he knows that he’s big, both for human and demon standards, but he also knows that he tends to lose control easily, one wrong move and he kills you, and just imagining that makes him lose his sleep.

✿ If it were up to him, Mammon wouldn’t have held back from the first moment, but he loves you so much he doesn’t dare to, until …

“F-fuck”

You were seeing white dots, your face was wet with a mix of your tears, your spit, mammon’s spit and probably cum. Your head was pressed into the bedsheets by a strong big hand and your arms were tied behind your back with what seemed to be a golden fabric, it looks familiar right ? Of course it does, Mammon fucking ripped it from his expensive robe.

You can’t complain anyways, you were asking for it, it took several days and lots of patience, but finally you managed to rile him up enough so he could get you where you are right now, completely dumb on his dick.

“Don’t whine and take it” he grunted, every hard thrust felt overwhelming, your whole body felt numb and the only thing your mind could process was the wet sounds coming from Mammon ramming his dick in you.

“S’too much”

“Shut up”

You felt his heavy hand smack your asscheeks, and together with his heavy balls smashing against your clit it all made a nasty sound, you tried to push your hips away from him in dumb intent, but his firm grip on your hips stopped you from doing anything.

“Can you fucking stop being a brat ? Take it”

He says harshly, one of his hands makes its way from your hips to your chest, and in a swift movement he brings you up so your back is against his chest, he never stopped his mean thrusts inside you, and with this new position you could feel him deeper than ever.

“I bet you can feel me in your guts” His hand grabbing your chest went to your abdomen, and pressed tightly against he bulge his dick was making in your belly “Right here”

Tears were flowing down your face by now, Mammon’s pace never faltered, and you were sure your moans could be heard from miles away, he was holding your whole weight by now, since your legs already gave up, and your arms only had enough strength to hold onto his strong arms.

You had nothing on your mind, only his dick pounding harshly into you, but as his thrust grew harder and harder, signing that he was about to cum inside you, you felt drowsy, as if you were about to pass out, but before you could close your eyes, Mammon took your cheeks with his hand and pulled your head up so you were staring at him “Don’t” he slapped you once “Pass” he slapped your other cheek “Out” And with that last word, Mammon blew a load deep inside you.

[happypotato48]

Wandee Goodday EP 1 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

God damn it Viu why no sub. i need that thing for making this kind of post better. help a nong out here, i'm too lazy to transelate and making cringy jokes at the same time.

Here we go! first episode of the horny boxer-doctor Sexy BL. could Yor-Yak's BIG Dick save our cringe fail Doctor Wandee from life of sexual repression? of course its can, BL dicks are magic like that!

Get it? wandee mean good day, horny double meaning message, me likey.

Ace rep woo woo! also how dare you besmirch ตาคิ้วหนา drake's eyebrows like that. those eyebrows are thai national treasure. it's the sexiest human features that ever grace us on thai television. is this why he haven't been cast as a lead in ages cause if that is the case then i'm willing to commit light ar$on at gmmtv hq for eyebr... i mean drake.

Ok that's good. they made being a doctor something relevant in the show. cause book wandee definitely seem like he doesn't care about being a doctor at all.

Cher can you teach me your game, เค้าอยากได้ผัวแบบนี้อ่าาาา.

Oh, Okay i get it, if someone this pretty did this to me i'd probably followed him around like lost puppy for 8 years too.

That's hot. god i really want a man who looks like they could beat me up.

YES! more eyebrowns fanservice. thank you show.

"Oh queer yoda bless us with your elder queer wisdom, us dumb twinks are too dumb and too horny to survived in this harsh society."

Money over dick, my kind of girl, loved her already.

Boy you didn't listen to a word he says, you're such a embarrassment for our people. thank fucking gay god i'm tired of perfect homos in BL already. let them be cringe let them be dumb and let them be failure of a human being, This is the representation i want!

Kao is the best of boy. he didn't even tried to stop his friend from embarrassing himself and even joined in the debasement. this is a friendship that would last a life time.

"whatta man whatta man whatta mighty good man"

Yas boy work it! and by work it i mean you need to work on your seduction face, cause idk wtf is going on here but i never been so turn off by a pretty face like this my entire life.

This is a face of a man who had seens all kind of crazy shits from life time of working night shift in a convenient store. i laughed so hard that he didn't faze at all by the whole situation 🤣

Thank you show for putting this man where he belongs. cause someone else's trash is someone's treasure and Yak is about to pick up the best trashsure he'll ever have.

Is this real do people get cramp when they have sex??? god i really need to sex ed myself. ข่วยไม่ได้นิเค้ายังจิ้นอยู่นี้นา >.>

Fine! i'll watch the eclipse.

This show is indeed Zab. i liked that the show fleshed out a lot of minor characters in the book cause Taemrak and Pakao characterization in the book was non existent. i also liked that they changed yak and dee first impression of each other to be more antagonistic. it like putting on a little spice in their dynamic, and i can't wait for more heat from the show.

[bleucaesura]

WTF - Part 1

“What. The. FUUUUUUUUUCK?!”

Blitzø threw his head back and screamed.

Blitzø stood at the bottom of those stupid steps looking up at Stolas’s fancy fucking palace.

Full circle. They’d come full fucking circle.

Except this time Stolas had taken the grimoire back and stolen something from Blitzø instead.

Blitzø grit his teeth and tried to breathe through his nose to calm his breathing. He clenched a fist in his shirt at his chest, nearly tearing a hole.

Calm the fuck down… You can’t go back in there guns blazing… Not if you want - The fuck DO I want?…

He counted to ten.

That’s all his body would let him wait before his legs were carrying him stomping up the steps, whether he was ready or not.

“STOLAS!” Blitzø stormed in through the front door and screamed for Stolas from the empty main foyer. “STOLAS! Get your feathered ass DOWN HERE and FACE ME!”

Stolas appeared at the railing at the top of the stairs that ascended from the foyer to the second floor. He stood stoic, frozen, clutching the railing as if it were a lifeline.

“I don’t want you here, Blitzø.” Stolas sniffled.

Blitzø could see he was still crying. He felt his guts twist and his rigid stance started to deflate. He’d come ready for a fight, for words to be had… But he hated to see Stolas cry.

“Look… I’m sorry.” He took a step forward, reaching out a hand up toward Stolas. He was trying to approach him as if he were a frightened animal. He was so petrified to scare him away. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I said goodbye.” Stolas turned to walk away. “And I meant it.” He raised a hand. And Blitzø just knew he was about to be swatted away again like a fucking fly.

Oh no you don’t, BITCH!

“Don’t. You. Fucking. DARE, STOLAS!” Blitzø screamed.

Stolas froze in his tracks. His hand fell to his side; chin to his chest.

“This isn’t how fucking arguments work!” Blitzø yelled. He took a few tentative steps forward. Stolas didn’t move.

Satan fucking dammit!

“You’re supposed to fucking fight BACK!” Blitzø stamped his foot. Stolas was like a statue.

At least look at me… FUCK!

Blitzø clenched his teeth and growled.

“You don’t get to just drop a bomb on me, get angry at how I react in the moment, when you don’t GIVE ME A FUCKING MOMENT TO THINK!” Blitzø stood at the bottom of the stairs now, glaring up at Stolas, who still hadn’t moved, nor looked at him.

“And THEN! Just DECIDE that you KNOW how I feel - when I haven’t had a fucking chance to think about how I feel.” He took a few steps up. Stolas had flinched at that and now hugged himself. But he still stood in place.

“And THEEEEEEEN fucking THROW ME OUT without letting me fucking SAY anything!” Blitzø was almost at the top of the stairs. Stolas hunched into himself. Blitzø couldn’t see his face anymore.

Not being able to see his face made his stomach drop. He felt his anger dissipating. He needed to see his face.

“Especially…” Blitzø stepped onto the second floor and took a few steps until he was within arms reach of Stolas. “Without giving me a proper chance to apologize.”

Stolas jolted upright, startling Blitzø. Still clutching his arms, hugging himself tightly, Stolas turned his head slightly to peek at him over his shoulder.

Tears were streaming down his face from all four eyes.

Blitzø fought back his own tears and reached out a shaking hand.

Stolas flinched and turned away from him.

Blitzø pulled his hand back as if he’d been stung. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs.

“Why are you here, Blitz?” Stolas’s voice cracked. “You made it clear how you feel.”

Blitzø bristled.

“For FUCK SAKES, Stolas!” He stamped his foot indignantly, clenching his fists at his sides. “How the FUCK could it be fucking CLEAR how I feel, if I haven’t even had a fucking chance to FEEL my fucking FEELINGS YET?!”

Now that made Stolas turn and look at Blitzø; eyes wide with surprise and pain.

“You fucking FINALLY look at me properly.” Blitzø sniped. He instantly regretted it and curled into himself.

Blitzø could see Stolas’s rage begin to rise off of him like a wave of heat.

Alright. Here we go.

Blitzø squared up. He was ready for this fight.

Stolas clenched his fists at his sides and bent in half at the waist, so his face was right in Blitzø’s. His eyes glowing a burning red. Blitzø was totally not thinking about how close their faces were. How close Stolas’s mouth was. Totally not thinking about how much he wanted to kiss that mouth. Yup. Definitely not.

Blitzø swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I’ve wanted you to look my way for SO long, Blitzø.” He sneered angrily. “I’ve tried SO hard to give you space, the freedom to choose to see me or not these last few months. Always hoping you’d - just ONCE - choose to spend time with me because YOU wanted to.”

“But you NEVER did.” Stolas’s bottom lip quivered. He stood up and turned his face away. He began to cry again.

Blitzø’s stomach was in knots. All he wanted to do was reach out and touch Stolas. But he felt so far away. So out of reach.

But also… FUCK HIM!

“How the fuck was I supposed to know you wanted me around, Stolas?!” Blitzø snapped back. He dug out his phone from his pocket and swiped through their text history.

“I mean, look at this shit, Stolas!” Blitzø shoved the screen up toward his face. Stolas turned his head slightly to look back at Blitzø, then down at his phone screen.

“You ask me if I’m coming by, I say yes, but then you get all-” Blitzø started to imitate Stolas’s voice and waving his other hand in the air, “ ‘Oh if you don’t feel like it I’m suuuuuure I can do without it for one month’ ”

Stolas turned to face Blitzø completely and glared at him disapprovingly.

“Then a fucking smiley face?!” Blitzø looked up at Stolas. “So like. What the fuck am I supposed to think? Do you want me there or not, bitch?!”

Stolas flinched back. His eyes were wide with shock. He reached out hesitantly.

“Of COURSE I wanted you-”

“You shrugged me off for months, Stolas!” Blitzø cut him off.

Stolas jerked his hand back, clutching it to his chest. His eyes swam with tears.

“You made more and more excuses for why I ‘don’t have to’ come by.” Blitzø could feel a lump forming in his throat.

Fuck. Not now.

He cleared his throat and averted his gaze.

“So I don’t know what you fucking wanted from me, Stolas. You gave me nothing but mixed signals.”

Blitzø just let the words hang in the air. They stood in silence. He felt drained. Feelings were so fucking hard.

“Blitz…” Stolas said quietly; his voice shook. “I never meant to confuse you.”

Blitzø peeked up at Stolas. He was worrying his hands at his chest, looking at the floor.

“I wanted you to choose me.” He mumbled, not looking up from the floor. “Not because of the deal. But because you wanted to.”

Blitzø heaved a heavy sigh.

“Fuck, Stolas.” He palmed his face.

Stolas looked at Blitzø. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his eyes closed. His other hand was on his hip, jutted out to one side. Stolas definitely didn’t think it was sexy. Nope. Not at all.

“Why didn’t you just fucking say something?” Blitzø rubbed his temples, his eyes still closed. “You don’t have to fucking TEST me, Stolas. Make me jump through hoops and shit…”

“I wasn’t!-” Stolas cut himself off before he yelled at Blitzø. He took a deep calming breath. He hadn’t tested him. He hadn’t!… Had he?

Blitzø looked up at him expectantly; lips pursed, eyebrows raised.

Shit… I did…

“I didn’t realize I was testing you, Blitz.” Stolas hugged himself and averted his gaze. “I didn’t mean to.”

He peeked at Blitzø. “I hope you believe that…”

“Fuck…” Blitzø threw his head back and groaned at the ceiling. “I don’t know WHAT to believe, Stolas.”

***

[bravo4iscool]

kinda fucked up to cheat on your wife with your moms girlfriend💀 (wtf bjorn???)

(bjorn ironside x fem!reader)

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you sit in yours and bjorn’s hut, cradling your youngest son to your chest as silent tears make their way down your cheeks. you thought he would’ve been different. you thought he would’ve been better than his father but…he wasn’t.

you’d see him. you’d seen him kiss her, cradle her to his chest. and you felt disgusted. he’d told you that he loves you, made sure to show you but apparently all those words and actions were false promises.

you sniffle and wipe away your tears, looking at the little boy in your arms. how could bjorn do this to you? to your son?

“look at you, my baby,” you softly whisper in a broken voice, your eyes still glossy from the tears you’d shed. “it’s just me and you, mhh? you’re the only one who’ll stay true to me, won’t you…”

-

it was evening when bjorn came back home and you were already in bed, your son leif fast asleep in his crib. you refuse to look at your husband, not acknowledging him while he changes into his night clothes and slides into bed beside you.

you can feel him shift and place his arms around your waist. your body stiffens and your breath catches in your throat. when he starts to trail kisses down your neck and bite the inside of your cheek and push his hands away.

“not today, bjorn,” you mutter while you scoot further away from him.

a frown appears on his face as he watches your back. “what is it darling?” he wants to know, his voice soft. he just wanted to hold you in his arms.

you let out a huff. how dare he? “what is it?” you turn around to face him. “i’ll tell you what it is!” you slightly raise your voice. “i saw you bjorn,” you hiss. “i saw you with her.”

bjorn’s eyes widen at your words and he opens his mouth to talk but you cut him off.

“what is it that i have done wrong?” you question while you throw your hands in the air. “have i not given you enough sons already? have i not been a submissive wife? do i not look good enough? are you ashamed of me?” the words leave your mouth without even giving him a real chance to answer.

you stare at him, your eyes furious. “answer me!” you demand.

bjorn opens his mouth again, “i—i don’t love her,” he says, popping his body up on his elbows. “it was a one—okay, maybe two or three time thing but—” he gets interrupted when your hand collides with his cheek.

you scramble out of the bed, searching for a simple day dress to pull over your body. “how dare you!” you hiss as him, your eyes full of fury.

bjorn flexes his jaw before he also stands up to slowly walk towards you. “it meant nothing darling,” he tries to reason but you just huff.

“sex never means nothing!” you put on your dress and fasten the strings at the back.

your husband sighs and tries to put a hand on your shoulder—you swat his hand away. “please, listen to me. i don’t love her, i only love you.” his voice is calm as he speaks and you wish you could rip out his vocal cords.

“you don’t love me,” you say. “a man that loves his wife wouldn’t do something like that.”

“please,” bjorn tries again, the look in his eyes hurt when he sees you pick up leif from his crib. he didn’t want you to leave…

you turn towards him and sneer. “would you take it lightly if i fucked another man?” you questioned as you walk towards the door. “would you believe me if i told you i love you after doing that?”

bjorn doesn’t answer, just looks at you. but you can see it in his eyes, he wouldn’t believe you. he would’ve kicked you out.

your jaw is tense. “i thought so,” you say before you open the door. “i’ll stay with floki and helga. don’t try to talk to me.” bjorn still doesn’t talk when you leave the hut, disappearing into the night…

bjorn knew he fucked up. he knew he lost you. and he knew it was his fault. his fault alone.

[ponderingmoonlight]

OH EM GEE YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN 🙏🙏🙏🙏 fem!reader x megumi fushiguro with a side of injury x angst and hurt but at the end there's fluff/comfort please !! fem!reader gets injured trying to save megumi, (prompt 17) then megumi is like "girl wtf" and then he scolds fem!reader (prompt 2) for getting injured in the process of trying to save him... then fem!reader was like "i was ready to give my heart to you" (prompt 28) and megumi was like "u dont need to do that" and then megumi suddenly confesses ?? (prompt 65) (HELP LMAOOO) and then fem!reader confesses as well and megumi's like "don't leave me." (prompt 61) and then fem!reader's like "dont be silly why would i leave you xo" (prompt 64) so sorry if this was confusing i got too excited 🙏🙏🙏🙏

First of all, I'm so so so sorry this took so long! While I always wrote on this fic from time to time, it wasn't until tonight when I had an idea how to get all of these prompts togehter. While I think it isn't my best work, I hope you still like it <3

Save you

Pairing: Megumi x reader

Word Count: 1,1k

Synopsis: After you recklessly risk your own life to save his, Megumi can't hold back his feelings any longer

Warnings: It's so fluffy I'm gonna dieee and a little shitty writing I'm so sorry guys, proofread, but I'm sick and not concentrated so show some mercy

Rumbling, teeth, blood. It happens faster than you are able to comprehend your surroundings. All you know is that this fucking curse was only inches away from Megumi’s face. Inches away from ripping his skin apart. Inches away from probably killing the boy you are secretly in love with since joining Jujutsu High. It was a reflex, an intuition. Without hesitation, you throw yourself in front of him, hands stretched out in a desperate attempt to shield the merciless attack.

“I’ll get you out of here.”

You did manage to exorcise the curse. But not without your blood splattering everything in vicinity, sharp teeth slicing your delicate flesh open without mercy.

„(y/n)! Why did you do that!?”, Megumi yells at you, eyes widen in pure shock.

Everything hurts. You don’t dare to look down on your own body, instead you just stand there and stare at Megumi.

“Are you out of your mind? You could have died!”, he hollers at you.

In the matter of seconds he stands by your side, frantically taking off his uniform and pressing the fabric against your multiple scorching wounds. Your heart sinks into your chest at the sound of his anger-filled voice.

“Stop yelling at me, I saved you. And you would have done the same for me”, you hiss through gritted teeth, ignoring the pain that spreads around your whole body.

“This was absolutely reckless, (y/n)! I thought you were smarter than that, such behavior doesn’t suit you at all! Don’t you know that I’m able to take care of myself? I don’t need you to risk your own life for me”, he blurts out, every word stabbing into your heart like a knife.

You hate the way your eyes start to instantly burn with tears, completely taking your sight that is fixed on his brown shoes. This is not fair. You did what your intuition told you. And you just know Megumi would do the same for you – maybe not out of love, but friendship. He’d be the first to take a bullet if it means saving his friends.

“And to top it off, you don’t even care about even injured, it’s like yo-“

That’s enough. You can’t hold back any longer.

“If it means that I’ll save you, I’d be ready to give you my heart without even flinching! Because I care about you, idiot”, you yell so suddenly that Megumi flinches at the unusual harsh tone in your voice.

He can’t help but stare at you in disbelief. Megumi has known you for years, long before joining Jujutsu High. And even though he always knew you care for him, he never thought that it would go this far. After all, you’re so breathtaking gorgeous that he never lost a thought about you actually liking him back.

Because for Megumi, it has always been more than a sweet innocent friendship, more than a little sympathy. When he fell, he fell hard, head over heels to be exact. Your words make his heart beat a little louder, world spin a little faster. But still…Still he can’t accept the fact that you’d die so recklessly because of him.

“(y/n), I would rather die than knowing the love of my love got injured because of me…”

Now or never, the way your eyes pierce right through him and the fact that you nearly died because of him let Megumi gather all his courage.

“I can’t hold it back any longer! (y/n)…I think I might be in love with you. No, I’m sure that I love you. I love the way you walk and talk, how you carry yourself with so much elegance. I love the way you make fighting look so effortlessly and the little smile you wear on your face every time you see me. But even though your affection goes far enough to save me, I know you’ll never like me like this…I just needed to get this off my chest. So I hope you don’t leave me, I would totally understand if you don’t wanna speak to be though…”

Minutes feel like hours when all you can do is stand there and stare into the dark ocean of his eyes. All this time, you thought all these things about Megumi himself. That he only likes you as a friend, that he wouldn’t be able to see more in you than his comrade, a simple girl that’s been through some shit on his side. But those sweet words leaving his mouth, him telling you that he loves you…You can’t believe your ears. This has to be a pretty dream, right? Like the ones you desperately try to get back to when waking up, the ones you don’t even have to write down in order to remember.

This is not a dream, though. Your whole body is on fire, limbs burning like hell while your tear-stained cheeks get brushed by an icy wind. No, this is reality. And by the way his eyes glister in nothing but sadness you can tell that he truly believes in his words.

How ironic.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not leaving you”, you breathe out.

A warm smile creeps up your face as you close the distance between your bodies, fingers intertwining with his. Oh, if he only knew how often you daydreamed about this, how often you told yourself over and over that he doesn’t like you like this, that Megumi Fushiguro will never love you. Little did you know that he felt the exact same way.

“I loved you since joining Jujutsu High. All this time I thought that a wonderful boy like me could never…well…fall in love with someone like me”, you admit shyly.

“You’ve got to be kidding, right?”

He grabs your face, forcing you to look up into his ocean orbs.

“You are the most precious thing walking on this earth. If someone’s lucky than it’s me. Even though I still don’t like that you threw yourself in front of that curse for me. Please never do something like that again.

His breath brushes against your cheek. Is this really happening? Are his lips really lowering themselves at yours, touching them so innocently while all you can do is close your eyes and let yourself sink against his tender touch? No, this is sweet reality.

And all of that because you decided in a split of a second that Megumi is worth all the pain, that your feelings for him are greater than fear.

“I’d always throw myself in front of a curse again if it means that I can do that”, you mumble against his lips.