#yet getting mad at him for retaliating

[piperslovebot]

Donna in Donna's Story is so fucking annoying. Epitome of she can dish it out but she can’t take it.

[gingermintpepper]

Why did Apollo favor the trojans in the Illiad?

So, dear Anon, I've been thinking about how to answer this question since I got it a couple days ago and I think I kind of want to make something clear before I get into it.

The Iliad by itself as a poem only covers some of the events that occur in the final year of a long protracted conflict that had been brewing for at least two decades and was an active war for ten. Within the space of the Iliad itself, the motivations and affairs of the major players are often referenced but there are many, many parts of the story that are not there because they belong to a different story cycle that has been since lost or was never recorded with words. In the space of the Iliad Apollo's motivations are questioned a lot - his pride is questioned by Poseidon who thinks Apollo should be just as angry at the Trojans as he considering Apollo was treated equally as poorly by Laomedon while they worked together. His honour is questioned by Hera who chastises him for taking the Trojans' side when he'd proclaimed that Achilles would live a long life and prosper at Thetis and Peleus' wedding. His own sister calls him a coward for refusing to fight when Zeus gives permission for the gods to go wild on the battlefield. For all that there's this image of Apollo in the Iliad as some staunch and unwavering protector of the Trojans, believe it or not, I largely think of Apollo as neutral in the war.

Which, I suppose, comes back to the question - why did Apollo favour the Trojans? The truthful answer is that I don't know. The Iliad and all its connected stories isn't something I've done enough research on to have an answer or a reference to an answer off the top of my head. The reasoning I'm aware of is that Apollo was a Patron God of Troy and really a god doesn't need any reason besides that to protect his people but it's not like Apollo abandoned the Greeks either. Calchas is the biggest example of that I can point to - descended directly from a priest of Apollo and one who attributed his mantic power to the god, Calchas was pivotal in ensuring the Greeks even got to Troy in the first place.

From a personal perspective however, I think Apollo was more dedicated to the house of Priam than he was the city of Troy itself. Apollo's affection for that house and all its members ran deep - from his admiration of Hecuba and Hector to his love and attempted courtship of Cassandra to his blessings given to Helenus, Deiphobos, Cassandra, Troilus and even his partnership with Paris - Apollo loved the house of Priam. When you think about the times Apollo lashes out against the Greeks, it's generally because they've done some nonsense to earn his ire. The plague was caused by Agamemnon disrespecting his priest, his aid in the slaughter of Patroclus was because he didn't respect him, his minor grudge against Diomedes too was because he tried to test Apollo's mettle and well, the less said about Achilles the better. Apart from his obvious favouring of Hector in the skirmishes, Apollo doesn't really oppose the Greeks. He has a ton of reasons to by the time the Iliad rolls around, including avenging the death of two of his sons, but he remains mostly satisfied with conducting his father's business and overseeing the war from a somewhat professional perspective. To me, it's always been less about Apollo caring about the fate of Troy as a city itself and more about him just really wanting to protect the people in the city that he's come to love and respect.

Of course, I encourage you to take my words with a big tablespoon of salt - like I said, I don't really know enough about the facts in particular to give a solid, confident answer but I can give you my interpretation of it. Maybe consult someone like @littlesparklight for a more comprehensive and grounded response 🤔

[xazse]

Hello z! Just wanted to say your writing is so yummy and keeps me and the rest of your followers so full😋 BTW! More puppy girl hybrid?? (P.s this is my first request 🙂‍↕️❤️)

PT 2 OF MY MOST RECENT PUPPYGIRL!HYBRID FIC FOR THOSE WHO ASKED!!

PT1 HERE

Notes: IM SO HAPPY IM UR FIRST REQUESTEE! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!! And I’m super glad you enjoy my writing it really means a lot<33

Warnings: Hybrid!Gojo + fem!reader + PuppyHybrid!Reader + smut + small Drabble + not proofread + brat!reader + little bit of sub!Satoru + nipple!teasing + slight crying + overstimulation + mean!Suguru + exhibition

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WolfHybrid!Gojo who really can’t take all the teasing you’ve been putting him through. After the first incident Suguru made it 100 percent clear to you specifically that you are to not touch Satoru like that again, who knows what will happen if he’s not around. He’s not scared Satoru will hurt you but he should be eased into the world of pleasure not immediately made to cum on himself his first day in what is now his home.

Suguru scolds you bad, telling you how disappointed he is, how you know better! He knows how needy hybrids get especially your species but the toys he supplies for you should be more than enough. All you did in retaliation was make it a goal to ruin Satoru… poor thing why is he the victim in all of this? And yet he doesn’t even know.

You ignore Suguru’s rule when it’s just you and Satoru in the house.

You make an effort to rub yourself all over his body while wearing the thinnest layer of clothing, when he’s laying on the couch facing the ceiling you’ll come lifting his shirt up and licking all over his chest, even sucking on his nipples as extra stimulation. You love his reactions, everything makes him fully hard and his loud moans fill the empty living room. He can’t process what to do with this pleasure besides grabbing and fondling his cock until he’s finishing in his pants again.

It doesn’t take long for him to be hard all over again, and for you to repeat the process. If he asks if you can help him feel like that again you’ll force him to rub your ears for a good five minutes.

WolfHybrid!Gojo who gets to feel what it’s like being balls deep in your cunt, when you sink your nice ass to meet his pelvis, the poor wolf is fucking gone, he’s never felt something so tight around his cock, he’s never felt anything around his cock! Your plush walls squeeze him so good that he’s having a hard time forming sentences let alone words, all that’s slipping from his pretty slippery pink lips are moans, moans that emphasize how his balls are tightening and he’s cumming deep inside you.

You’re quick to start bouncing so cutely on him, your floppy ears bouncing along with you. Your toys don’t compare to Satoru’s thick cock, how has a woman never felt something like this? You can feel the twitching of his veins as he gets it up once again. You peek at his face to find the wolfman ruined, drool seeps from the corners of his lips and tears are decorating his lash lines.

When you finally cum, it’s a damn mess, the mixture of you two sit where you meet and seep out. The pleasure in the moment doesn’t have you thinking of what Suguru will do to you, doesn’t matter what he will do to the both of you, all you can think of is grinding down on Satoru’s cock for another orgasm.

Bonus!

Suguru is fucking furious, he was mad the first time but he let it slide since it simple curiosity on both sides. The simple curiosity has gone too far, you don’t fucking listen. Since the moment he had welcomed you into his home a few years back he’s had a hard time getting you to listen to directions.

He doesn’t hear you out when he drags you and Satoru to the bedroom, in fact he tells the both of you to keep going. You find yourselves shy under his eye and insist that you’ve both learned your lesson from his lecture earlier. He wasn’t really lecturing Satoru since he doesn’t know the rules as well as you do but this is a great learning moment.

He ignores you, ignores how you’re using the sweet eyes with him, he’s dead serious.

You’re quick to obey and incite a small kiss with Satoru, that turns into a full on make-out with Suguru watching intently.

The rest of the night is filled with moans and groans of complaints, Suguru had told Satoru to let any lewd feelings he had all on you, Satoru does not hold back at all, he fucks his thick cock into your sensitive walls over and over, the mess from earlier helps as to not hurt you so it’s so easy for him to slide back and forth. Satoru found himself ecstatic at the start but when he finds his cock overstimulated and his balls hurting from the painful pleasure he’s not feeling the same, but he for some reason won’t stop his hips from moving, he loves the feeling of having you cum around him nonstop, he loves Suguru watching him so intently, everything mixed together.

Your clit is so slippery that it’s hard to pinpoint where you should be rubbing, everytime you stop Suguru is quick to snap at you to keep going, this is what you wanted correct? He makes sure to ask that out loud, you’re so fucking adorable with the way you nod in his direction, he knows you have a few more in you.

[losersiren]

𝒜 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒!𝐿𝑜𝓇𝒹

”𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈.” A continuation of my oc Ambrose, The lord N: Don't I have a gift for you, Anon! God, I had to rewrite this so many times, BUT I'M DONE!! Eat up! This is a long one! I had to watch so many gun videos (like two), which was unexpected... CW: Fem reader (she/her), acts and talks of violence (not towards the reader), implied murder, threats, guns, fluff (with the reader lol), mocking, power balance (?) Jealousy (or pettiness) Wc: 3.5k 

A shotgun sound echoes throughout the forest, followed by yet another dead Grey partridge and light crunches of leaves beneath stomping leather boots. 

“That bastard of a man! A prick! Son of a bitch! Son of an adventuress at that!” Ambrose stops in his tracks, reloading his sporting rifle with more gunpowder. Anger consumes his entire being. ”Did you hear what that bloody cocksucker Patrick said to her?” He hissed through his clenched teeth, grabbing the tiny 0.5 mm sphere lead bullet and layering it on top of some fabric. Shoving it inside the rifle barrel, “If what he said changed from the last few hundred times you’ve re-told the incident, then I have no utter clue.”  The younger male rolls his eyes, picking up the tenth bird Ambrose has slaughtered this afternoon. He ignores his younger cousin’s sarcastic quip and continues. “ ‘If you wish for a lovely evening, do not be a stranger; send me a letter, and I'll be by your side.’ I should’ve darkened his daylights when those vile words left his devil mouth.” He fixes his gun upright, pushing the first trigger, waiting for another prey to be a victim of his wrath. 

“Is she spoken for? Have you outwardly said you intend to court her?” His cousin questions, and Ambrose, in retaliation to his younger relative’s question….blushes like a young girl. Clenching his jaw, he answers, “No,” “Are you mad?!?” “I’ve attempted…but my nervousness has sabotaged me alas.” Astonished, his cousin continues, “Then you have no right to be jealous of her, you fool.” 

Bushes start rustling. Ambrose aims and squints instantly, with a pointer finger on the second trigger. A small grey rabbit appears, and immediately, it's killed straight through its skull; a soft smile appears on Ambrose’s face. “For her, I'll be whatever is needed.” 

“You are not sane.”

“Don’t be rude, Finch. This is love in its purest form. One day, you’ll understand.” The older male shrugs his shoulders.

“Now,” Ambrose reloads his gun, repeating his past actions, but this time, he looks straight into the other male’s eyes. “What do you know about Patrick Barton?” “I do not-” Ambrose cuts him off. “ Do not lie to me, young Finch…” His voice becomes lower, mocking, his aura more sinister. “You frequent more gentleman clubs than I; lord knows I hate the people and atmosphere of said clubs– Your mother grumbles enough to mine about the subject.” In goes the gunpowder: “You surround yourself with such…’ vast’ personalities from the elites to the ladies of the night.” The grey-eyed man reaches into his waistcoat for a lead bullet. “Yet you tell me– you don’t know about a mere Lord.” He scoffs.

Finch watches his older cousin's actions. Of course, he only asked to spend time with him for information regarding the apple of his eye’s new ‘suitor.’ The young man knows his current situation, the number of Grey partridge carcasses he holds because of Ambrose, and how far deep he’s in the forest, alone with his turbulent cousin. This was a warning, a show of sorts, that he could join these insignificant birds. He tries to swallow the heavy lump stuck in his throat. Ambrose was always the odd man; his smile never reached his eyes, his charm as real as a disloyal man’s ‘ I love you.’ His older cousin wasn’t above putting his hands on his own blood to get what he wanted– Ambrose’s father’s scar is evidence enough. 

“He partakes in Hell’s, frequents them more than gentleman’s clubs, a gambler of sorts. Loves it! He brags about the thrills of it and his winnings. Folks whisper that he’s a dishonourable shark. But it's not just hell establishments he attends; If there's someplace to gamble away his earnings, he's there,” Finch sputters his confession. 

“And Mills? Does he attend those as well?” “Yes,” The younger lad answers his senior instantly.

Ambrose just hums in return.

Just finishing his task, he aims for his cousin; he wears an inexpressive face, his grey eyes darkened and vacant, with no light, no soul.

“Wait, wait! I told you what you wanted!” Finch pleas. He could run, but in retrospect, how far can he go? Ambrose has a fucking rifle. He’s a good shot, no, an excellent shot. Hell! It’s borderline impossible how he always hits his targets, especially with how hard it is to aim for those things. Finch is panicking; his cousin has already pushed the first trigger. The nervous lad just accepts it; what else could he do? He closes his eyes, expecting his death to come quickly, then he hears a gunshot…

And he's fine…? Another Grey partridge falls from the sky right before him, its dead eye looking at the twenty-year-old.

Ambrose’s gun aims towards the sky. He lowers it. Then he casually approaches the stunned male, who lets out a staggered sigh, relieved he escaped death by a hair. Ambrose looks down at Finch, grabbing his shoulder and leaning in close. “Don’t ever fucking lie to me ever again, especially when the topic concerns my love.” Finch nods rapidly, shaking like a leaf. “Of course, sir, sorry.” Then, the older male releases his shoulders. “Good. Gift those birds to a peasant; perhaps they’ll make dinner with it, oh, and the rabbit, too. Say I have decided to help my community or something along those lines.” He looks at the sky. “I have a woman blessed by aphrodite to court.” His smile is bright, contrasting how he was a mere few seconds ago. He pats his younger cousin’s back and leaves the forest– The lifeless Grey partridge stares back at Finch, and he stares back.

Social calls…How dreadful. Worse is conversing with Lord Barton. He’s a bore, vulgar, and has an underlying inconsiderate, bitter personality. Having your mother as a chaperone does not make the situation any more bearable. 

 “Have you ever pondered about the future?” he inquires.

What kind of wet rag question is that? 

You put on a gentle smile. “Of course I have. Since I was a chit, I would read the local papers with my father-” He cuts you off “Children.” You look at him in confusion. “Pardon?”

The gentleman looks at you like you’re the biggest dunce in the country. “Children, how many children do you wish for? It would be sensible for us to have eight or ten,” “Hah��well…” you lift the tea cup to your mouth.

The man has no decorum…

After that fiasco, you decided to take a stroll downtown, and perhaps you’ll get a book from the local store, some new fabrics from a linen draper, or even some oils. Your pin money given to you by your parents could only cover one item... what a conundrum….

“Do tell me why the viscount’s only daughter is doing without a chaperone?” He leans against the brick wall, arms crossed, his smile beaming.

“Lord Howard, have you dropped your hunting hobby in exchange for stalking?” He chuckles. “Witty as always, but dare I disappoint? I was just strolling about my day and coincidentally saw you– Perhaps fate has decided for us to meet?” He pushes himself off the wall and offers his arm. Was it coincidence or fate…? No, it was none; it was all Ambrose, him asking your fellow lady peers about your whereabouts. Then, wandering near whatever local shops would possibly pique your interest. Memories play in his head, such as when you both were young and would rendezvous at the local forest. You would acquire many hobbies when you were younger– your mother said you would have a higher chance of obtaining a suitor with diverse skills. He would remember them and watch you in amazement when you talked about them. 

You made him feel human. You made him feel alive. His father was never a loving one; he gained the son he wanted, and his heir then wanted nothing more to do with him. The only attention Ambrose earned from The Earl was if he needed reprimanding. Every laugh that was too loud, every fork that he unitized improperly, every action, small or big, was scrutinized. His mother was a vacant husk of a woman at home and a social butterfly in the public eye; she watered herself down to being a wife and a mother. She was neither. He detested both of them and hated that damned empty feeling of his soul and heart that matched his vacated house; he felt nothing. His world was as grey as his eyes.

Till he met the colourful Viscount’s daughter– If he got kicked by a horse and lost his memory, he would still somehow remember the day you two met—the memory ingrained in his bones, body, and soul. On the way to your estate, the stately carriage was soundless and suffocating, as if the air was thick. Ambrose remembers how he bore his eyes into his obsidian-polished boots, wishing for the minutes to pass faster.  

You were a naive hoyden the first time you introduced yourself; you forgot to say his title and yours. Using his common name and giving him an oh-so-sweet genuine smile, he hadn’t ever seen such an authentic smile for him and only him—not for his parents nor his riches. Just him. Your parents scolded you while apologizing profusely for your ‘disrespect.’ Before his parents could utter something backhanded yet elegant, Ambrose smiled. He didn’t know he could do that. For the first time, the young boy speaks up; he feels this protectiveness over you. But, at the moment, Ambrose couldn't care less about his father's punishment that would soon come; the only thing that mattered was you, and soon he’d found out that it would always be you.

An airy laugh escapes you. “Do you wish for us to be caught in a scandal every time we meet?” He raises a faux, worried face and voice. “Me?!? As a future Earl, I am fulfilling my gentlemanly duties by escorting a fine young lady and keeping her from potential dangers. What’s so scandalous about that?” You take his arm. “You’re far from sane, My Lord.”

“For you, My lady? I hope so,” He says proudly with his chest out.

A comfortable silence lulls you as you look at how the sun hits the trees, people, and him. The sun's rays lighten his dark brown hair, blessing it with an orange hue and grey eyes, becoming Iridescent, more akin to a pearl.

“The latest on dit says Lord Barton has called for your company?” He inquires 

Your face grimaces at just the sound of his name. As much as you loathe the man, he is a viable suitor with good money and an excellent reputation, but a suitable suitor does not equate to a good man. “He’s…an interesting individual…” His jaw clenches. You’re not being open as he wants; you’re holding back…he hates that you might be hiding something. Not you per se but that damned rake Patrick. “He’s a rake,” he spits out, and you gaze at him. He’s uncharacteristically serious.

You smile. “He is,” Ambrose turns his head to you, returning your smile.

“Quite the feat to dissect the woman you are trying to woo as well.” The gentleman’s eyebrows furrow. “He did not,” you huff. “Oh, he did!” Ambrose stops in his tracks and mummers your name softly. “If you would only permit it, Allow me to court you,” You raise an eyebrow at the sudden question, “Pardon?” He continues, “That bastard doesn’t deserve you.” “And you do?” he chuckles. “No, but I’ll do everything you ask me to, then maybe one day I'll deserve you; you wish for dresses? I'll buy you the tailor and store. Money is far from an issue. Heavens, ask for the world, and I'll give you it with the stars and beyond as accessories.” He turns his whole body to you, his hands finding yours, his leather gloves causing a barrier between your soft ones.

He hates that 

“Ambrose…” 

“Please…only if you’ll allow me.”  The love-sick man entreated “But what about the other more suitable ladies? I’ve heard-” “I do not care for them,” He interrupts you. “Every second I was apart, I only longed for you. The only reason I kept my studies up was to be the perfect suitor equal to you.” He caresses your knuckles. The butterflies in your stomach flutter more after each word spills out of his mouth. Your relationship with Ambrose was vague at most. You couldn’t put your finger on it; every time you were in his presence, you had this comfort no one else could recreate. You were hesitant to put a label onto it, and maybe you feel this way because he was the only man you truly felt you could be yourself with. 

“If you wish to court me, you must’ve thought to ask my father for permission rather than myself.” 

“I could’ve,” He pauses, “But I'd rather ask you first; I need your permission. I am not marrying your father, am I? I need to hear you wish for me as much as I yearn for you,”  

You amuse the thought. Ambrose is a prick at times, his teasing relentless, but despite that, he’s charming, sincere, soothing, and protective. He’s a good man, indeed. 

“I’ll bite, My lord.” “Please do.” He smirked, masking his nervousness.

You slap his hand lightly, reprimanding him, “Let me continue, you brute…I’ll allow you to court me.” “Truly?” he exclaims, Astonished. “Truly,” You nod meekly. In a haste, he kisses your bare hands, each knuckle, each finger. “I’ve been blessed indeed,” his voice is as blissful as a child receiving a sugary dessert. You yank your hands away from him, flushed from his actions. “You dog, we are in the public,” you scold him. “I shall make it up to you in our next outing; I vow,” You swear you could see a wagging tale behind him. You sigh. 

The day went on, and by sundown, Ambrose had hired a post-chaise for the both of you despite your protests of you living just around the corner. He claimed he had ‘Earl-like duties to attend to’ and you were just on the route back either way. As a gentleman should, he dropped you off promptly; as he left in the carriage, away from your estate, you softly ran your fingers over your knuckles. A smile adorns your face. “What an oaf,” you whisper to yourself. A fond grin decorates Ambrose’s face, a few giggles even, but as euphoric this day was, he did have business to attend to. A certain lord has decided to make his lacklustre presence known, and Ambrose couldn’t celebrate until he exterminated said pest.

Gentleman’s clubs were boisterous, loud, and untrustworthy. The men here are just as vile as the feed that is fed to pigs. The soon-to-be-Earl disliked them and only engaged in them because he needed to build his reputation. He may be judgemental, but he isn’t an idiot. Others may regard him as a friend, but for him, he could care less for it. The males around him start to recognize Ambrose, yelling pleasantries, which he would return and shut down politely or…as politely as he could in his eyes. A booming voice reverberates against the wall of the finely furnished building, only belonging to the one and only Patrick Barton. Unconsciously, a scowl appears on the young man’s face. Ambrose knew more than he led on about Patrick; he heard whispers of Barton’s hobby in the mills, rigging the boxing matches that were bid on by elites and peasants alike. Word says he would pay one of the desperate participants to lose on purpose– word is bound to escape one day or another. It is not a sustainable income source. Yet another reason Lord Barton is not fit for you.

Ambrose walks towards the table where the bastard sits, narrowing his eyes.

Lord Barton and his goons recognize the lord approaching them. Barton speaks first: “Lord Howard! Is it a blue moon? What on earth might’ve convinced you to come out of that dreadful estate?” He laughs, arranging some snuff onto the mahogany to snort. “Perhaps it’s because you plan on courting his woman.” a nameless male inquires. “No, could it be? I don’t blame you, Ambrose; she is a fine woman, isn’t she? She is just in need of training,” another male said, joining in. “So does every woman in this country.” Another chuckle escapes the vulgar lord. 

Ambrose’s leather gloves wrinkle. His fist clenched to prevent him from beating the man in front of him into a pummel. He has a plan, the grey-eyed man repeats in his head. Then he forces a smile on his face. “On the contrary, I've decided to pick up a new gambling hobby; why not ask the man of the hour himself for advice? Or even a game or two.” Ambrose signals a servant and orders drinks for the table. The man in question gets up, slapping Ambrose on his back. “Atta boy, never let a woman come between men; let bygones be bygones, what a joyance plan! Come, come.” The night continues, and Patrick is as drunk as the rest of the men in the club; Ambrose, the gentleman he is, offers him to join his carriage in his words. 'Let’s start this newfound friendship off with a bang.' Cold water hits the once-drunken lord, and he awakens, gasping for air on the cold textured ground. ‘Where am I?’ he thinks, discombobulated, looking around and grasping his situation. The dark forest surrounds him, almost engulfing him; the trees blow along with the wind, and the creatures of the night rustle in the background. A voice comes from the shadows, luring him away from his racing thoughts, “Gunpowder is such a messy substance, but did you know a man invented a gun powered by air? What a time to be alive! How revolutionary!” Patrick looks at the man, most of his body consumed by the darkness of nightfall, the moon only making his grey eyes visible. 

“Ambrose, what the utter fuck-” “Don’t interrupt.” He says sternly. “As I was saying, a gun powered by air,” He continues. “A watchmaker of all things invented it; how preposterous! He eliminated gunpowder entirely and named this new gun  Windbüchse or, I know you only know English, so pardon me, I'll translate, wind gun.”  

“It’s far better than my hunting rifle; the tedious thing is quite a hassle to reload. But this wind gun can load much faster, 20 rounds a minute! Compared to the other, it is much quieter. It's a shame its range is far smaller.” The man standing pouts. “But all is well. The Austrian army decided to order thousands of supplies, and it’s fortunate I even got my hands on one.” Patrick squints, trying to distinguish Ambrose, and it finally sets in. In a forest he doesn’t know of, with a man who has a gun in his hand in the dead of night. Not just any man but a Lord known for his physical fitness and hunting expertise since he was a just a lad. 

Fuck

“If this is about your lady, Ambrose, you can have her! There’s no need to do this!” Patrick tries to reason with the love-sick lord, yet it's no use. The other man scoffs, “I’ve always detested men like you, greedy, hypocritical. Ready to jump boat when things get too tough for your liking– where is your backbone? Where is your spine? Your pride?” Ambrose circles the pain-filled man on the ground. “You never deserved to even be in her presence; you aren’t even entitled to breathe the same air as her,” He then spontaneously kicks Patrick's ribs, causing him to curl up on a ball, yelping. Ambrose looks down at the pathetic man. “But, I am a fair man, unlike you, so I'll give you a chance to run while I read you the note I have written in your writing announcing your hasty departure after news of your rigging in the mills comes to light, your writing was not hard to duplicate as well; who knew mother’s penmanship lessons would come in handy,” He chuckles.

 “Now run, monkey, while you still can.” He sets the trigger and then turns the spindle of his gun clockwise till a clicking sound can be heard, indicating he doesn’t need to turn it anymore. Ambrose opens the barrel, puts in an 8.5 mm bullet, and then shuts it. 

“I’m sure we can talk this out reasonably, money! I have money! Have it all; buy your woman something nice-” Patrick feels his thigh get warmer at first rather than the pulsing pain of a bullet shooting through his thigh that would soon follow shortly after. He screams.“To think you have the naivety to think I couldn’t fund my lover for generations on end,”

Ambrose rolls his eyes. “Scream louder; perhaps you’ll awaken a bear to save you,” yet again, he starts reloading his wind gun, faster at that, “I am not one to repeat himself nor give mercy. Run, rabbit.”

With adrenaline coursing through his body, Patrick runs…or well, attempts to. 

 Ambrose reaches into his waistcoat for the forged letter, clearing his voice to read it while his other hand holds his gun. Though his attention should be on the task at hand, he is utterly distracted by possible outing plans you would adore. Shall he go canoeing with you? Or a picnic? A carriage ride underneath the newly blooming cherry blossoms? Why not all three?  

Oh. how he longs to see you again.

Notes: I'm gonna be so honest, romance is the hardest thing to write for me. It's probably noticeable, forgive me (⇀‸↼‶) I had to do some research for this one, but it was a fun process learning more about Regency lingo and gun history. For my next full fic. I was thinking of a yandere! Cannibalistic 50's housewife, but idk….hehe…if you have any ideas send them to my inbox!! I'd like to say again THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT!!! Reading all your kind words makes my little shy heart soar (o^ ^o) see you soon, my little guppies!! 

[miabebe]

Reverse Trope Series - Accidently Kidnpping A Mafia Boss (Teaser)

Kidnapping the Yoon Jeonghan was not on your 2024 bingo but sometimes, shit happens right?

Pairing - Yoon Jeonghan x afab!reader

Word Count - Teaser is 1.3K, I'm not gonna promise a number for the full fic just yet

Genre - Strangers to something more than that I guess? Crack because there’s ‘dumb’, ‘dumber’, ‘dumbest’, and ‘dumbest of them all’ so you can imagine and also angst, just a small splash and smut. Loads of it (not here but in the full fic)

Warnings - none for the teaser, mentions of kidnapping and mafia. (But just to be clear, this is not like your usual mafia fics - it’s not dark, there’s no violence and things of that sort)

Estimated posting date - I have a shit ton on my plate right now so I don’t want to stress myself out with a deadline! If you want to be in the loop, please follow me or join the taglist by commenting, sending a message or an ask, thank you!

Thank you @taechwita613 for bearing my annoying self yet again 💕

"You're being a real pain in my ass right now." 

"I don't see how it’s an issue since that’s not much of an ass." 

Seokmin glared at Seungkwan.

"Just because some stupid college club awarded you a silly superlative-"

"-best bakery in town is not a ‘silly’ superlative-"

"-like once-"

"-twice. In a row-" 

"-doesn't mean-" 

"-absolutely does-" 

"Will you two shut up?" You hissed under your breath looking around. "Are you trying to get us all caught?" 

Seungkwan clicked his tongue annoyed. "You're acting like we're in the middle of a crime." 

Your eyes flickered from Seokmin to Seungkwan before landing on the third guy between them, the one who was unconscious and being held up with his arms thrown over the shoulders of your friends. 

"Last I checked, kidnapping is a crime." You pointed out.

Seokmin rolled his eyes. "Pranking your friend isn't."

"That is if Soonyoung decides he wants to save your sorry ass."

"Again, not much of an ass-" 

"I swear to god Kwan-" 

Groaning you covered your ears to shut out all the bickering. 

That night when drunk Soonyoung had pushed your buttons, consequently leading to the events of tonight, you did not think it would be this hard. 

The plan was simple - on Mondays Soonyoung was in charge of closing the BBQ shop where all 3 of your closest friends worked part time. His routine was fairly straightforward - first he clears and cleans all the tables, then he closes the kitchen, then changes out of his uniform and finally wraps it up by locking the main door. 

That's where you would get him, right as he closed the doors. You were to take him by surprise from the back, cover his face with a black cloth bag then bring him to your apartment and tie him up leaving him immobile, blinded and helpless. 

One might wonder why such cruelty when you called him a friend but you would argue that Soonyoung deserved it. After all that night, he hadn't stopped mentioning how you were boring and your life was so uninteresting and you didn't have a single exciting adventure while he had a shit ton of them. Well, today you were about to give yourself, and him, a story to tell.

Now things did go according to plan, for the most part. Seokmin and Seungkwan were first reluctant to be a part of this madness but that was until you brought up the prospect of Soonyoung being scared enough to hopefully piss in his pants. Intrigued by the idea, they joined and all three of you waited in the bushes, watching your friend's silhouette moving around the shop, putting things away, cleaning up. Just as he reappeared after changing, hurriedly trying to leave the shop, the three of you got to action, approaching him silently from the back, swiftly holding him by the hands and putting the bag over his face. 

What you didn't take into account in this plan was just how much resistance Soonyoung would show, God knows why you didn't consider his adrenaline driven reaction, but man did he put up a fight. It was only natural you retaliate and so instinctively, you landed a smack on his head with the torch in your hand knocking him out, making him buckle into the pavement as the two other boys caught him, looking at you bewildered.

That was perhaps just the beginning of your problems because now you had to very unsuspiciously drag a very unconscious man to your apartment in the dead of the night. It would have helped if this neighbourhood was even a little sketchy but being a quiet, painfully uneventful suburb meant even the smallest of things was seen with high scrutiny. 

So far, the three of you had somehow managed to make it from the restaurant to your building undetected but it was getting from the first floor to your house that was the real task since the building's resident old woman decided she wanted to feed the stray cats at 2 am. 

"How much longer are we gonna have to do this?" Seungkwan groaned. "He's surprisingly not that heavy but my arm is starting to sleep."

"Yeah, this joke isn't as funny anymore-" 

"Will you two just keep quiet?" You turned to them annoyed. "She'll be gone in a few minutes and then we can move. Didn't you guys say you wanted Soonyoung to shut up for a few days?” 

Seokmin mumbled a yes under his breath while Seungkwan nodded hesitating. Hoping for some silence after this, you turned to watch the old woman stroking the cat softly as it slowly nibbled its food. Although your patience was really being tested, something told you if you didn't go through this plan, in another 40 years, you'd be exactly like that old lady - lonely, boring and feeding stray cats. Terrified by that thought, you held it together even though it took a whole 15 minutes for the scene to clear. As the three, no four of you, proceeded towards your apartment, the stray cat watched, licking its paw. 

Seungkwan and Seokmin groaned in relief as they half threw Soonyoung onto the chair you pulled to the middle, rubbing their aching shoulders. Scouring the drawers, you pulled out a rope with a soft “aha” making them turn towards your unnaturally happy self. Soonyoung stirred in his chair.

“You're a little too excited about this-” 

“Shhh!” You covered Seokmin's mouth with your hand, whispering. “If you talk, he'll know it's us, then it's not scary anymore.”

“Frankly, I think the kidnapping and knocking him out cold must have been scary enough already.”

“Not enough” You glared as Soonyoung let out a soft groan, letting you know he was coming around. “Quick, take my phone and open that AI app. We'll type what we want to say and use the bot voice - that way he'll have no idea.” 

All three of you huddled, glancing at the phone as Seungkwan typed something quickly, pressing play to let the low toned automated voice echo through the room. 

“I cannot wait to see Soonyoung shit his pants.”

Seokmin giggled as your lips curled into a pleased smile. Oh, he was surely going to shit his pants. 

“And why would I do that?” Soonyoung's voice sounded confused.

��Because we-” 

Seokmin looked up, freezing mid-sentence, noticing the voice did not come from the person before him. 

All three of you exchanged looks realising the same before slowly turning around. Soonyoung  was standing at the entrance like he just walked in, looking bewildered. 

Before any of you could process the situation, he pointed over your shoulders, frowning.

“And who's that?”

Oh. 

“And why is he wearing my clothes?” 

Oh no.

You turned back to see the man in question, slowly pull the black bag from over his head, shaking his golden tresses away from his face. Oh lord was he gorgeous. 

As he blinked his eyes open, wondering where the hell he was, you were busy running your eyes all over his pretty features and suddenly, in that short span of 20 seconds, you had memorised where every single mole on his face was. 

Seokmin and Seungkwan held your arms on either side half hiding behind you which was stupid considering you were the biggest coward in the room. 

But somehow, as the man before you looked at all of you with narrowed, accusing eyes and tried to stand up, you swung your arm and smacked him right on the head with the torch again. All three boys gawked at you as the man fell back into the chair again, head rolling to the side, unconscious. 

“What the hell mate-”

“I'm sorry I panicked!”

“Will someone tell me what's happening? Why is he wearing my clothes-”

“Shut up Soonyoung.” Seungkwan turned to you looking terrified. “Do you have any idea what you've done?” 

“Hey, this can't be just on me, we all thought it was Soonyoung-” 

“Me???” 

“-how is this my only fault-” 

“Because!” Seungkwan raised his voice pointing a shaking finger. “The man you just knocked out again, that's…that's….”

“That's…” Seokmin's eyes widened in realisation. “That's the city’s most wanted criminal, Yoon Jeonghan.” 

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[screwitbaby]

naive

hamzahthefantastic x reader (fic)

day 4/7

[part 5]

summary: part 4 of my short story naive! the four of you go to the club and while the couple are still fighting, you and hamzah act on your feelings a lil more. but it can only go so well for so long…

contains: SFW content, some kissing and touchy touchy ;)

w/c: 2.5k-ish

a/n: i couldn’t let you guys go into the new year without updating this story. im the worst but tysm for the support yall are so sweet i could cry xxxx enjoy!!!<3 read the a/n at the end if u care to know more

~

The couple's bad mood was not simply slept off and it's ruining your vibe.

You and Mandy are getting ready in their en suite bathroom while Hamzah and Martin speak in hushed tones in the bedroom. The bathroom door is open, and every so often you look at the space over your shoulder in the mirror and make eye contact with Martin from the bed. He looks away immediately, not at all subtle. It's like a game at this point, seeing how many times you can catch him in the act.

"Is he gonna do this all night," you mumble, applying your mascara after yet another match of eye-tag.

"We could just close the door," Mandy offers. She pays no mind to the childish behavior behind you, straightening her hair without sparing him a single glance.

"You're so right," you say and get up to shut it yourself.

Once your makeup is pretty much done, you decide to start getting dressed. You turn the music on her speaker up and give yourself a once-over in the mirror, holding different outfits beside your body to see what you want to wear for the night.

"I don't know what to wear. Wanna match?" you ask, placing your chin on top of her head to stop her movements. She nearly clamps your neck with the straightener. "Hey!"

"Sure," she laughs. "Grab my suitcase, please."

You put your clothes back down and step out of the bathroom to bring her suitcase in. You shimmy it out of its place by the TV stand, not missing the way the boys go completely silent until you're gone.

"Top zipper, the satin blue dress," Mandy instructs.

You hand it to her and sit by your own bag of clothes to rummage through it. You find a top and skirt set in a similar baby blue color then hold it up for her to see.

"Yes, no, yes?"

"Yes, definitely."

You apply your lip combo and take a few silly photos in the mirror with Mandy, your made up faces clashing with your baggy tees. One of the better photos are posted on your Instagram story for fun. When you finally get changed—you guys had a dance break to some y2k club classics—you put your heels on and realize you need a little pregame.

When you walk into the bedroom this time, the boys are leaned against the headboard and on their phones, mindlessly scrolling. You go by Martin's side of the bed and poke him repeatedly until he looks up.

"Do you happen to have the penjamin on you?"

"That depends," he says, putting his hand in his pocket. "What's the magic word?"

You roll your eyes. "Please?"

He pulls the little device out of his pocket and presents it to you in his palm. When you go to grab it, he makes a fist and holds it above his head.

"Please who?"

"I'm not calling you Daddy," you scoff, prying his fingers open and snatching the pen from his grasp. He barely puts up a fight. "That's Hamzah's job."

At the mention of his name, Hamzah looks up and seems like he's about to say something to retaliate but freezes. His gaze drags down your figure and you blush.

"Maybe it's not his job," Martin says smugly, "since you made him speechless."

Hamzah snaps out of it and elbows his friend in the side.

“It would be your girlfriend's job if you weren't being petty right now."

You wince at the sullen expression that washes over Martin's face.

"Right."

All you can do is watch as he clambers off the bed and walks out of the room. You lean against the wall and slide the balcony door open with a sigh.

"He can't seriously be that mad," Hamzah says. "I was kidding."

"He can dish it, but he can't take it," you say, too used to his behavior. "And he's extra sensitive right now, so."

"Well, they better not ruin our night with that stuff." Hamzah crosses his arms.

"I won't let them."

"Yeah?" Hamzah snorts. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"Um." You take a hit and blow the smoke outside. "I'll think of something if I need to step in."

Hamzah laughs at your empty threat and you smile. You take another hit before offering the dab pen to him.

"I have a feeling I should be sober for tonight."

"Boring," you sing out. "It'll be fine. C'mon, feel my peer pressure."

You wiggle your fingers at him and he shakes his head, laughing lightly. When he silently puts his hand out a few seconds later, you cheer. The room fills with the loud music from Mandy's speaker as he takes his first hit.

"So," you begin, already feeling slightly heady. "What were you guys whispering about earlier?"

"I shouldn't say."

"Really?"

He nods. "It was partly about their fight. Partly the trip. And you."

"Me?" You point at yourself with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah." He shrugs. "I can't divulge the details."

"That's bullshit."

"I never ask what you guys say about me."

"Hey—I don't—what?" you stutter, unable to come up with a defense.

"C'mon," he says, tilting his head. "I'm not that oblivious."

Your eyes narrow. You've never once considered that this cupid thing Martin was pulling on you could have gone both ways. You don't know if you're relieved for him stepping in to push his friend closer to you, or annoyed that he's even meddling in this whole thing. It makes you wonder if Martin knows what happened by the time he and Mandy returned to the beach last night.

"Speaking of details." You clear your throat. "Do you even know what club we're going to?"

Your attempt at changing the topic is weak, but as per usual, Hamzah rolls with it to save you any embarrassment.

"No clue. Martin keeps his trip itinerary locked in his notes."

The conversation devolves into a bunch of what if's about the night and jokes that are only funny because you guys are high. When Mandy finally comes to join and sees the state of you two, you offer her a hit.

"What? No drinks?" She frowns.

"Hotel alcohol is like twenty bucks a pop! This is the next best thing."

"Ugh, fine. Give it."

With the three of you thoroughly blitzed, you collect Martin from the living room couch and make your way out of the hotel. He doesn't speak for a majority of the walk, and you think that's the longest you've ever heard him be quiet in a group setting.

Despite it being nearly 10 P.M., the air is pretty humid and forgiving on your exposed skin. The other thing about it being so late already, is that the club is absolutely chock-full of people when you enter. The dance floor of strangers are nearly toe to toe in proximity, and you wrap your arm with Mandy's to avoid getting separated in the crowd. The boys immediately beeline to the bar for drinks, but you don't let that stop your journey. You maneuver your way to the front of the stage and only let go of each other once you've found a bit of space to dance in.

The DJ nods at the two of you and you turn to raise your eyebrows suggestively at Mandy, who pushes your shoulder and continues dancing. You get lost in the beat, swaying and bouncing with the vibrations traveling through your limbs. The strobe lights illuminate your sweaty skin and you swear the energy in the room has you feeling higher. You begin grinding on each other and throw your heads back to laugh, trying to catch your breaths in between a multitude of bodies.

"Hey!" Mandy places her arms around your shoulders to catch your attention and you take it as a sign to grind on her. "I'm going to grab drinks.”

"No!" You turn and put your hands over hers. "Don't go!"

"I'll be right back!" She grins and squeezes you before letting go to disappear into the crowd.

Alone, you turn back to the stage and throw your hands in the air. You close your eyes for a moment, the pounding beats making a home in your brain. You're sure your ears will be ringing when you leave.

You wonder if Martin's drunk himself into a coma yet and knowing him, you know how easy that could be. You only hope this outing tonight doesn't make him do anything he regrets. Then you remember he’s a twenty-five year old man and you’re worrying about him while you’re supposed to be having fun. So, you shut your brain off and let the beat carry you.

When Mandy's back, she has two drinks in hand and Hamzah in tow. She hands you a cocktail and you graciously sip from your first alcoholic drink of the night.

"Where's Martin?" you ask.

"Bar!" she shouts over the music.

You shake your head. "Make up and make out already!"

She jabs your side and you giggle, swatting her hand away. Hamzah's doing something reminiscent of a frat flick, looking slightly out of it. You assume he's already done some shots and is way more intoxicated. So, being an empath, you finish your drink to get closer to his level. When you're done, you hand the empty cup to Mandy and wink at her. Your hand envelops Hamzah's and you pull him deeper in the crowd so you can dance together.

"I don't—I can't dance," he complains, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"C'mon, it's easy!"

You begin by swaying your hips, raising his hand in yours to guide him into a rhythm. He tries to follow along, shuffling around like a newborn deer. It's a funny sight, but you don't want him to stop if you tease him, so you bite back your amused smile. He slowly gets less self-conscious and continues on in his own way with the flow of the music, even twirling you around once or twice, laughing all the way as you narrowly avoid knocking into people. His eyes never leave you, like he's constantly thinking of his next move to impress you.

After letting him freestyle some more, you pull him close and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He falters at the change in pace and his hands fall at your hips. Your hands rest at the nape of his neck and he shivers at the way your fingertips grace his skin. The rapid strobe lights nearly blind you, but you hold eye contact.

"Was that so bad?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.

"Yes," he says sarcastically. "I hate dancing."

"But I like your dancing."

You sway with him, careful not to step on his toes in your heels. Close up, you can nearly feel his breath on your face. You take a moment to admire his eyelashes and the way his eyes are slightly bloodshot, willing him to break the eye contact. He leans in closer.

"I like your dancing more."

You can't help but grin. His expression mimics yours.

"Yeah, well," you start, bringing your thumb up to trace the side of his jaw, "I like you."

He ducks down and captures your lips in a kiss. It takes you by surprise. You hadn't spoken a word about your kiss since last night, and you were beginning to think you made a mistake by acting on your impulses. Evidently, he doesn't seem to mind it as much as you'd worried.

The tip of his nose presses against your cheek as he shifts his head to deepen the kiss. Though the room is warm, this makes you hotter than any amount of dancing could've done. His palms squeeze your hips and your fingers rise to play with his curls. They're soft to the touch, just as you suspected. You tug lightly as the kiss gets more insatiable.

"Ouch," he mumbles against your lips, barely loud enough to hear. You snicker and tug it again, making him pull away. "I said ouch."

"I know," you laugh out. "Sorry."

"That funny?" he questions. You nod, grinning at his playful irritation. "See how you like it."

His hand trails up your back until his fingers are at your scalp and he gently pulls on your roots. Your head moves back with his action and your lips part, exhaling a shaky breath. His eyes widen. He does it again. You reach up to kiss him again.

It's hotter this time, in both senses of the word. Your skin goes alight with a blaze even the coldest shower couldn't reduce. You drape your wrists over his shoulders, your beaded bracelet pressing into him the same way his is imprinting into the sliver of bare skin below your top.

Realizing you’re standing in place in the midst of a lively dance floor, you break from the kiss and turn so your back is against his front. You pull his arms around your shoulders and sway, deliberately pressing yourself against him. You enjoy hearing the way his breath hitches next to your ear, always needing to find a new way to tease him. You know if you could have it your way without seeming too desperate too soon, you’d be doing more than just dancing.

“I like you, too,” he says, clutching you closer to him. “I forgot to say.”

You turn your head and nearly kiss his cheek because of how cute he is. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

“And I really like your dancing.”

His suggestive words spur you into grinding on him more, anything to get a reaction out of him, and it works every time. The two of you keep going this way until your thighs are burning and you’re out of breath. If it weren’t for the visual reminder, you would’ve forgotten that you came here with other people.

A couple feet away, you spot two familiar heads weeding through the crowd and slowly drawing nearer. You step away from Hamzah, who looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Before you can explain yourself, you come face-to-face with Mandy. Martin stops a bit away.

“Can we leave?” she rushes out.

Her mascara is running and her nose is red. Martin looks disgruntled, his eyes never staying in one place as he scans through the crowd. You grab her hand and nod. The four of you spot the nearest exit and leave promptly.

“What happened?” you ask once you’re out in the open. “Are you okay?”

“Can I stay in your room tonight?” Her eyes stay on the ground.

Your heart drops. “Of course.”

The walk back to the hotel is uneasy and fast-paced. The boys walk behind the two of you and you can hear Martin’s one word answers to everything Hamzah says to him. Your heels click and clack, barely providing a distraction from the hundreds of questions swarming your mind.

~

a/n: ooo we’re getting angsty. im so sorry this took so long and if u feel that it wasn’t worth the wait, the truth is ive been so sick recently like never before in my life and i haven’t felt a lick of motivation to write. ive had to rewrite these chapters so many times that its actually affecting me mentally because i wanna make u guys happy while actually enjoying writing. i promise u won’t have to wait this long ever again, but doing this story is making me realize i prefer writing short form stuff way more than stories like this because it’s simply less stress and fits my writing style more. thanks again for all the support and kind words, u guys have really warmed my heart and i hope u know that even tho this is fanfiction and it may seem silly, it’s really a labor of love and im so grateful that u actually like what i put out there. im so so so touched and i rlly love u guys, even if i don’t know u. parasocial virtual hugs to u all xoxoxo tysm. <3

[lxclerc]

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐟 | 𝐚𝐥𝟏𝟐

summary… arthur is dating someone and his fans don’t like it request… yes but it’s for the og arthur girlie faceclaim… xowie jones pairing… arthur leclerc x reader

note… @coffeehurricanes have been begging me to make something for arthur since forever and i finally caved

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

yourusername

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yourusername my “that’s her” pictures but it’s the pics my bf showed his mum

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user1 girlie this isn’t something to be proud of

user2 she’s so cool and different and quirky and not like other girls !!!!!!!!!! do you want a cookie or sumthing?

lorenzotl can confirm! 😂

⤷ yourusername you loved me the moment you saw me, admit it

⤷ lorenzotl i admit it!

charles_leclerc maman nearly had a heart attack!!

⤷ yourusername then i became her fav 🤭

⤷ user7 pascale prolly can’t stand this bitch

user3 nah bc what the hell does she have on the leclerc brothers bc no way they genuinely like her dating arthur

arthur_leclerc and i wouldn’t have it any other way ❤️

⤷ yourusername idiot

⤷ arthur_leclerc *your* idiot

⤷ user4 arthur was being sweet and this bitch just insults him for no reason

⤷ user5 arthur blink twice if you’re being held captive

user6 so many jealous and mad bitches in this comment section. not so gentle reminder for yall that he’ll never date you in any universe lol ♡ liked by arthur_leclerc, charles_leclerc and 203 others

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc my beautiful, beautiful girl ❤️

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user1 is the beautiful beautiful girl in the room with us?

user2 arthur wear red next weekend if she’s holding a gun to your head

user3 i could be a better girlfriend than her

yourusername i’ll always save my last chicken nuggy for you, mi amore

⤷ arthur_leclerc you must really love me 😌

⤷ yourusername don’t push it

⤷ user4 she just has to ruin every sweet moment

charles_leclerc really mate?

⤷ yourusername if you’re jealous, close your eyes

⤷ user8 girl what does charles have to be jealous about

user5 why do we even hate her? like has she done anything worth hating her for? or is it just bc she looks a little different than what’s considered as conventional and happened to be dating your white boy of the month?

⤷ user6 i think she’s really a bad influence on arthur and she publicly argues with a lot of people on twitter

⤷ user5 doesn’t she only argue with people who say shit abt arthur? i mean why isn’t she not allowed to defend her bf? also where’s your proof abt her being a bad influence on arthur

⤷ user7 bitches real quiet cause they’ve got nothing to use

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arthur_leclerc i’ve let this go on long enough and now she’s gotten hurt. i have no words to express how disappointed i am of everyone who has ever said anything against y/n for no reason other than she is with me. she has done nothing to deserve the bullying she gets and yet she does nothing to any of you.

any hate i see about her will be automatically blocked. i would rather have no fans at all than have fans who can’t respect the woman i intend to spend my life with.

and if anyone do anything to her physically, i will retaliate worse than i did today. this is a warning.

and to @yourusername i’ve failed you, baby. i sat back and watch everyone bully you telling you to just ignore it all and you didn’t deserve that. i will spend the rest of my life making up to you.

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charles_leclerc i am so proud of you for taking a stand, brother. y/n does not deserve any of this

lorenzotl fully behind the two of you 🤍

user1 arthur has had enough on all of your bullshits and it’s time yall knew it

user2 he let yall know he’s not afraid to throw hands

user3 where yall loud mouthed ass bitches now????

yourusername i love you more than words

⤷ arthur_leclerc i will love you better now, baby

user4 it’s always seemed so fucking stupid how much hates she gets for literally no reason

[satorusugurugurl]

Geto or Gojo being mean asf in bed😍

Anon, I love you.

Action’s and Consequences!

Pairing: Geto Suguru x FAB Y/N

Word Count: 2,499

Warnings: Mentions of drugging, alcohol consumption, language, rough sex, fighting, Mean!Suguru 🥵

Summary: The morning after a terrible night at the club starts with you and Suguru’s first major fight. A fight that Suguru will make sure you never forget.

“Oh my god! Give me a fucking break!” You yelled behind you as Geto stormed after you. “I made a stupid mistake!”

Geto scoffed, grabbing your arm and hauling you back. “A simple mistake?! You call letting some guy buy you a drink without watching him a simple mistake!? Y/N, he fucking slipped you something!!” You winced, partially from your hangover, and the other half was due to the lack of food in your stomach.

“I was talking to his friend! Just like you were letting THAT skank rub up against you!”

This was the nastiest fight you and Suguru had ever gotten into. You both went out with Satoru and Shoko to a new club. There had been shots involved, lots of shots. And you had been having fun until you spotted a girl rubbing her hand against your boyfriend’s chest, and he just let it happen. So, in retaliation, you started talking to some guy who bought you a drink that just so happened to be laced with something.

If it hadn't been for Satoru, who hates alcohol, the guy would have snuck you to the back. Instead, Satoru rubbed your back while you were in the hall puking your guts out, getting whatever the dick slipped you out of your system. Geto was livid, mainly at the asshole who hurt you.

But he was also mad at you.

The morning had come, and it was not a peaceful morning. It had been a yelling match since you woke up to find Suguru watching you, telling you you needed to talk about what happened. All of this started with him! He let that random bitch touch him. Yet he wanted to blame you!

“You are such a fucking brat!” He snapped, grabbing his jacket. “If you had stopped and watched me, I pulled away the second that girl touched me! All you saw in your drunken haze was a second!” Your nose burned as tears flooded your eyes. “Oh, but you should know how a second works! Because all it took was a second for some guy to drug you!!”

“Geto, I'm not playing your fucking game!!”

“Fine by fuckin’ me!”

Without another word, he stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door in his wake. You screamed in frustration, heading to the bathroom to cool off. Stupid Geto, stupid skank, stupid club! Last night sucked, and today sucked even more.

You wanted to stay angry, to boil with rage. But as you stood in the shower, the hot water running over you, your mind cleared. You didn't watch Suguru when the girl touched him. It happened in a flash. The alcohol made it worse than it was. While the anger consumed you, you made a stupid decision and didn't focus on your safety. You had put yourself in a terrible situation.

It could have turned out worse if Satoru hadn't been watching you as the forever DD.

Thinking back, you grimaced at thinking about what Suguru had gone through. To have his loving girlfriend fine and dandy, and the next she's vomiting a laced drink up? He had every right to be worried and upset when you had nothing to be angry about.

Suguru brought you home, gave you water, and held your head back when you got sick. And the first thing you did was yell at him? All because he wanted to talk (like an adult) about what happened.

God, was this what it felt like to be in the dog house?

After your shower, you got dressed, trying to call your boyfriend. Each attempt went straight to voicemail, and your texts were left on read. Your little fights didn't even count as fights! This was uncharted territory. Because you had never pissed Suguru off like this.

An hour and a half later, the door opens to the apartment, and you run for the door. Suguru places two cups of coffee on the table and a sack from the convenience store. He says nothing as he chucks his jacket off, draping it over the couch.

You swallow hard, stepping towards him. “S-Sugu is that coffee for me.” All you get is a nod. “I uhm, thank you.” Another nod. God, you hated the cold shoulder! You didn't want to keep fighting! “Suguru, can we talk please?” Dark eyes finally dart towards you.

“I thought you didn't want to play my games?”

“I-I was mad this morning when I should have shut my mouth.” Your voice was nearly inaudible. “I thought you were letting girls touch you.”

“No, you assumed girls were touching me.” Suguru clarified as he towered over you. “When I have been faithful and loyal to you since day one! But you, you let some guy buy you a drink, you allowed him the chance to hurt you!”

His words stung, but they were true. “I'm sorry, I was wrong. I put myself in a terrible position. All because I was jealous.” tears hit the floor as you finally looked up at Suguru with a sniffle. “I'm so sorry. Please give me another chance. I'll never let it happen again, Suguru.” Seeing you cry, hearing you apologize and own up for what happened, well, it left Suguru somewhat satisfied.

But he was still pissed.

“I hate it when people look at you like you're some meal for the taking. I hate it even more when you allow them to buy you a drink and drug you.” He lifted your chin with his forefinger, his eyes glancing at your neck. “Maybe I need to collar you and keep you on a fucking leash.”

His words were like ice, but there was a fire in his eyes. One you were familiar with. “I-If that would make you feel better, that's fine.”

"Maybe that'll make me feel better," Suguru growled, wrapping his hand around your throat as he looked into your eyes. "Maybe that's what I need. Total control. Make you mine in every sense of the word." He slowly smirked. "Yeah. That's it."

“O-Okay. . .yeah, I like the sound of that.”

The second he had your consent, his lips feverishly crashed against your own, kissing you deeply. Suguru pulled back a moment later, looking at your flushed face with a snark before kissing you again. Fuck you tasted so good, and the way you willingly submitted to him was almost too much for him to handle.

The intensity of the kiss and his hand gripping your throat. It made your pussy throb with unfiltered need. He was never this mean and rough, and holy hell. You liked it.

Feeling you melt against him has Suguru growling in need. "What? You like this, don't you?" He nipped at your neck, making sure he marked you. “Like me getting mad at you.”

You couldn't respond. All you managed to do was whine. And Suguru didn't like that. His hand gripped your throat, squeezing gently. "I asked you if you liked it bitch.”

Your eyes widened as you gasped for air. Tears spilling down your flushed cheeks. “Y-Yes, I like it when you're mad!” He let go of his hand on you, allowing it to simply hover over your sensitive throat.

"Now tell me if it was a lie. Do you like this?"

You whined, realizing he wasn't going to let up. “Yes! I'm telling you the truth, Sugu!”

Suguru grinned, cocking an eyebrow. "Yeah? God, what a nasty slut you are, Y/N." He quickly pulled your shirt up, diving into your tits, massaging them with both hands as he kissed and nipped at your hardening nipples.

Seeing Suguru like this, feral and angry, wanting to put you in your place. That was the only foreplay you would have needed. God, it was so hot.

Noticing your glazed-over eyes, Suguru let go moments later, sliding his hands down to pull your shorts and panties off, leaving you completely naked. "Lucky me,” his eyes trailed over you, “I’m dating the prettiest bitch in the world~" He purred.

Biting your lip, you watched him. “Thank you.” Your thighs glistened with slick, and seeing that Suguru dragged you to the bedroom.

He threw you onto the mattress, grabbing both your legs and pressing them against your chest. Fully exposing your cunt for him to see in all its dripping glory. You turned red, your hand covering your face at his rough actions.

“W-What are you doing?” You squeaked out, peeking at him through your fingers.

"I told you I was going to make you mine," Suguru grumbled, reaching down, tugging down the hem of his sweatpants, tucking them under his balls. “My naughty slutty girlfriend doesn’t listen to me." He growled softly as he leaned down, kissing and biting at your neck again. It always made you melt, and he wanted to feel it again before he fucked you stupid.

You sighed breathlessly, shivering and melting against him. Mewls escaped your lips as you gripped the sheets beneath you. “Mnngh, f-fucking fuck shit.” You sometimes hated how sensitive your neck was, and now that he knew it, you were clay in his hands.

Suguru held you down with one hand while sliding the other down to wrap around his cock, positioning it to a tight entrance. "Are you ready to be fucked into submission?~" He asked as he slid the tip inside of you.

Tilting your head back, you whine at the stretch. “F-Fuck.” You never would get over how big he was. “Suguru.” You tried looking at your conjoined bodies.

Suguru moaned, slowly sliding further inside of you. You could feel his hips trembling. He was holding back. Making sure he didn’t hurt you.

You stared at him in shock. “Fuck me.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Y-You said you were going to make me yours. .that you were going to fuck me stupid.”

Suguru’s movement ceased as his

eyes widened, focused on you before an evil smile split across his face, and he slammed into you. "Fuck yeah-!!"

You dug your nails into his back. Eyes widening, as your mouth fell in an ‘O’ shape, all the air was fuvked out of your lungs.

Hissing at the scratches down his back, Suguru growled, the pain egging him on. He thrusted hard into you, quickly setting a dominating rhythm, ruining your insides with his massive cock. "Fucking-Fuck-! Such good fucking pussy. Too bad my girlfriend was a little shit last night. Or this could have been romantic~" He growled out. “Instead, I have to fuck some common fucking sense into her!”

Tears started to pour down your cheeks at the overstimulation. Before a sob could escape, Suguru gently slapped your cheek. "Nuh huh bitch, you're the one who told me to fuck you like I meant it, Princess~" He growled, one hand sliding down to rub your clit.

You whimpered and arched your back, “I-I know! I'm sorry! So sorry!.” You cried out while staring up at the ceiling.

“Tsk,” Suguru grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. "You're mine." He thrust harder into your tight pussy. "You're mine because I want you, Y/N. I fucking wanted you the second I saw you."

“Y-Yes!.” That was all you managed to say. “Yes, I’m yours.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“If you ever let some stranger buy you a drink again, I won't be as fuckin’ nice. I love you, dumbassdont fuckin’ forget it! No one else but you!”

“Yes! I'm sorry it won't happen again!”

Suguru groaned, leaning down and biting your neck as he felt the coil in his stomach tightening. It was your grip around his cock that tightened with the bite that sent him over the edge. He started to fill you up, his cum painting your walls white.

You lay there panting softly as you felt his cum filling you up. “F-Fuck.” you breathed out, relaxing against the bed. Still buried inside of you, you looked down to see his entire torso, rippling muscles covered in sweat.

"You didn't cum."

Suguru throbbed inside of you, his cock pressing against your G-spot as he bent down to get closer to your face. "You're going to fuckin’ cum. Sure, I'm ticked off, but I’m not a sadistic asshole.” When you didn't respond, he sighed before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing your vibrator. He turned it on the highest setting, pressing it against your clit right away. "Now be a good girl for once and cum."

“A-Ah! Sensitive Suguru!” You started rocking against him, nipples hard as you watched him. “Feels good, though~!!”

Suguru growled as he slowly rocked into you. "That's it~" He reached with his free hand, rolling one of your nipples between his fingers.

Within seconds, whether it was the fact that you liked seeing Suguru so mad or the sex was just so good, his actions made you gush around his cock. The intensity of it made you scream, gripping the pillow behind you as your legs shook.

Feeling you cum around him was enough to have his cock filling you up with his cum for the second time this morning; globs of your combined juices seeped around his girth. "Shit-!"

You were shaking, eyes glazed over with pleasure. Just as you released your grip on the pillow. Suguru held you firmly against him before he slowly pulled out of you, leaning down and kissing you deeply. It was a vivid contrast to the man that just fucked you stupid, but it was also sweet and very much like Suguru.

“Don't ever scare me like that again. You got lucky last night Y/N.”

The guilt began to rise in your chest again. “I know I'm sorry. Truly, I am Sugu.” His eyes bore into yours. “I'm sorry.” he pressed another kiss against your lips.

“I'm sorry I didn't protect you.”

“Suguru, you don't have to apologize. You took great care of me last night.” he hummed, stroking your hair. “Please don't beat yourself up.”

“I won't if you don't.”

“Ah,” you giggled, shaking your head, “you would play that card.” You ran your hands over his shoulders.

“Yeah, just shut up and relax. You need to get all the rest you can.” there was a certain smugness in his tone. One that reminded you of your high school days.

You blinked, pulling back to stare at Suguru. “Why?”

“Because you owe Satoru a favor for saving you. And you'll be taking my place at the Sweets-Expo he wants to visit in Kyoto next weekend.”

“Just me and Satoru?” You gulped.

“For an entire weekend. And you know Satoru, he's going to visit every single vendor.” He smirked, hearing your audible groan. “Suffer.”

“Is it too late to ask you to stay mad at me?”

Suguru grinned against your skin. “That boat sailed the second you apologized when I got home.” he kissed your collarbone, savoring your groan of defeat.

[sailorblossoms-rankane]

(Posting my threads on tumblr so I can talk to fellow Akane/Rankane enjoyers, part 1) (manga exclusive, I haven't seen the 80s anime)

When Kasumi says this, Ranma has already experienced both sides of Akane. He likes both the fire and the sweetness, but he doesn't know how to get the sweet side... and therein lies the problem.

Early on we learn that even if Akane defies others' very rigid ideas of femininity because she [gaps] likes to have short hair and "acts like a boy," she wants to be beautiful. she wants to feel loved and wanted. When Ranma calls her uncute, he's picking at her biggest insecurity.

And so Akane retaliates by beating his ass. He can be a jerk, but I don't think he ever wants to hurt her (he can't think of anything else/tries to make it up to her if a line is crossed) but he picks fights with her constantly because he doesn't know how else to get her attention.

He's no fan of being punched if it feels like a rejection and/or he doesn't get what he did wrong, but he knows damn well he's going to be sent flying when he teases her, and he does it constantly anyway... you gotta consider that on some level he likes it.

I think Ranma likes it as long as it is unserious because he loves fighting, but he refuses to fight with Akane physically/hit a girl, so the pull and push of teasing her and her hitting him with toon force (gotta remember this is slapstick) is a version of sparring. Martial arts is what he knows best, after all.

Ranma likes Akane's fiery spirit. He also picks fights with her to "fire her up" because he doesn't like seeing her sad. If Akane is sad or genuinely mad at him, Ranma can think of anything else.

Another part of Ranma teasing her is that it's a way to hide his feelings and "protect himself" ... but when Akane is down, he can push through and admit he actually finds her cute. I think the first time he says it it's "easy" because he hasn't yet realize how much he likes her.

Ranma is casual when he calls other girls cute because it doesn't matter as he doesn't have feelings for them. But once it dawns on him how much it matters with Akane, it becomes very difficult to say it, because there are feelings attached to it.

But even if Ranma picks on her insecurities, a character defining moment comes with Ranma telling her that he thinks short hair (the hair Akane chooses when she's truly herself, as opposed to trying to conform to an idea of beauty/love) looks better on her.

Being sincere and vulnerable with Akane gets him her very coveted sweet side, but as simple as it sounds and as much as he wants her to be "cute" with him, it's very difficult for him in practice.

Just like how Akane sometimes jealously hits him, Ranma picking on her can also be jealousy. Plenty of examples with Ryoga but this sets the stage. Look at him trying to get her attention when the doc makes her blush. He wants her attention on him, not on other guys.

Adding to their fights (Ranma picking on her, Akane hitting him) being like sparring: part of it is not wanting to "lose" ... Ranma reacts to Akane hurting his feelings, and Akane also reacts to Ranma hurting her feelings, and so neither can "give in" and admit shit.

So much is going on in their dynamic, and much of it is set up in the first couple of chapters (including that if Ranma gets comically kicked by Akane, he likely had it coming... they even spell out that this is how it's going to work, and boy does he earn some of those punches)

Another thing playing into Ranma shielding his feelings so much I think is that when he meets Akane, some of the first things he learns about her is that she's immensely popular and than she liked someone else. That would fuck with anyone's confidence.

I've said Ranma teasing Akane is like a kid pulling on the pigtails of the girl he likes, and in one of the first chapters he literally pulls her hair ribbon to get her attention lol

[diejager]

Can i make a request?

i thought of this yesterday what about y/n or the reader has been in 141 for 2 years now and one day 141 gets a new member konig but y\n or the reader is 26 and konig is 19 i feel like this has to be done😍😍

also konig: shy,sweet,tall,big,puppy like for the reader

reader: small,short,sassy,mommy🤭🤭

PLEASEEEE!!!!!

Young Cw: major canon divergence, bullying, intimidation, beating, protective reader, tell me if I missed any.

He hated attention, having people stare at him because he was tall —unnaturally so, towering over everyone despite his young age and timid and anti-social demeanour. He was grateful, really, after Laswell called in some favours to have him transferred from his platoon to a British Task Force as a trainee, someone on probation while he trained and learned how to integrate with the team. He worked well with them, the tall and muscular battering ram that opened up a path and shocked the enemy, working flawlessly beside to team, and yet, he couldn’t work up the energy or want to socialise with them, to open himself up and let them see the raw and softer part of his mind.

That, however, was the least of his problems, they were cordial - nice - with him, Soap and Gaz even went out of their way to include him in their banter, throwing jokes and good-minded laughs, Price acted as the protective figure of his team and extended it to him, Ghost - ever silent and glaring - didn’t mind looming over others and growling orders when someone overwhelmed him, and you were no stranger to threats and blackmail to get someone off his back. His problem, the biggest one, were the envious glares and insulting hisses older soldiers threw at him in hushed tones and occasionally glances when he found himself alone, either training or walking around.

Even in a place where he could let out all his aggression and pent up frustration, he was still victim to bullying, verbal rather than physical, no one would dare lay a hand on him when he was the youngest of the Task Force and under their protective eye. Despite the shielding from brutality, other men still found time and places to openly beat him down with demeaning and aggressive words, belittling his exploits, his awards and all his hard work to escape the hell of his little village (his Mutter was the only exception, he willingly went back on Holidays to see her).

“Look at that giant freak. Reckon he’d break if we put too much weight on him.”

“Bastard’s only here because he’s tall, that’s all he’s good at.”

“Aye, makes sense, never liked him. He might be a nepo baby, pop’s probably a powerful man.”

His Vater was a piece of shit that left him long before he was born, leaving his Mutter to fend for herself and rot away to feed and provide for him until he joined the army to care for her.

He didn’t want to give them more fuel, to retaliate meant more bullying, he learned that the hard way as a child. All König could do was take and take until they got bored, walking away from him to busy themselves with something else. That didn’t mean he didn’t get mad, frustrated or insulted, his hands curling into fists to hold itself back from pummelling them, they were his superiors, he’d be discharged or thrown out for hitting his superiors, especially since he was a foreigner and still new.

“Fuckin’ bastard is glaring.”

He was unknowingly glaring at them, he couldn’t help it, then he turned away, his gaze wandering to the floor before they’d escalate it. He heard one of them spit something out before he stomped towards König, shoulders and chest pushed out to seem bigger than they actually were in an attempt to intimidate him. Standing before him, he felt someone raise their fist, ready to strike him for simply glaring at them after months of being subjected to their intimidation. He was ready to stop them if needed, not a pushover or someone who’d take a beating quietly, eyes cued on the raised arm of an older man, but then he fell, moaning loudly as he fell to his knees.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?!” You appeared behind him, yelling out at the man you just kicked.

They were as surprised to see you, their faces draining of colour as the others scrambled to come up with an excuse. You snuck up on him as much as you did on them, using his height and size to your advantage to land your blow. You moved to stand before him, a shield to a man as tall as he was, protecting him with a vicious glare and damning words, and somehow, he found himself gripping onto the back of your jacket, your name printed on the back and the Task Force’s insignia on your sleeve.

“He was disrespecting us, Lieutenant!”

You didn’t hold back your disbelief, scoffing so loudly that other people had turned their attention to your group.

“Disrespecting? Do you take me for an idiot, Corporal? I’m no blind,” your words were silencing, sending them panicking for another reason to excuse their actions, something disbelieving or idiotic, “This isn’t the first time I’ve written you up to HR, Corporal Matt, Davis, Brown. You’ve done this many times with other operators, especially to König.”

“That’s because-”

“Save your fucking excuses and fuck off!” You nodded away, watching them scramble off.

Glee and smugness filled him, a disgusting feeling that he couldn’t help but enjoy, even as you huff and turn to look at him, head craned upwards to meet his eyes with soft adoration. You were always so warm and caring, as if you weren’t made to be the ruthless killer people made you out to be, but he’d seen you kill, the cold and calculated look in your eyes when you were deployed. You patted his arm, a smile gracing your lips as you reassured him that they wouldn’t bother him anymore.

”Time for dinner, yeah?”

He learned the next day that they were transferred to another base, seen packing up their bags with black eyes and bruises littering their bodies. Sparring, he heard from whispers, from one at to another, the word spread and he found his days quiet and anxiety-free.

“Danke, Leutnantin.”

“You know my name, König. I think you’ve earned the right to say it.”

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[sweetchcolate]

Ranma's worry over Akane is endearing in its clumsiness, but that sequence also offers a good insight as to his character.

First, he asks her to hit him, a tit for tat in order to settle the (perceived) score between them.

When that fails, he follows her around and goes to check on her, trying to get a feel of her mood.

He later reflects and realizes that he's been insensitive (getting mad at Akane for being in the way during his fight with Ryoga, when in reality, he worried over her), but that she's also hurting much more than she shows. He then goes to apologize and even tries to redeem himself by offering her a piggyback ride. He's offering her a favor, something, hoping this might lift her mood, but unfortunately for Ranma, that doesn't address the core issue at hand (an issue much deeper than Ranma believes, but an issue that's not his to fix nor one he can offer much help with).

Finally, after their visit at Tofu's clinic, he seems to understand that part of Akane's hurt is related to her hair, but mostly to her hair in relation to her crush. He tries to cheer her up by reminding her Tofu found her cute, and when that fails, when he's all out of ideas, only then does he reveal how he feels about her new haircut, saying it fits her.

Of course, this sudden honesty makes Akane suspicious and in return, Ranma bristles and closes himself up, falling back on old habits of retracting his words + calling Akane un-cute.

Still, despite his awkwardness and embarrassment, Ranma pushes forward to reveal he likes her short hair. It's taken a lot to get him to open up and show his true feelings, but this vulnerability is much appreciated by Akane (even if she thinks it's all a lie, which is not surprising considering Ranma's track record with her so far).

This entire sequence goes to show that while Ranma does have a good read of others' feelings when given the time to digest things instead of reacting rashly, he doesn't quite know what to do with that information.

His first, if sometimes only, solution of 'hit me back and we'll be even' is the easiest way of patching things up, but not the most emotionally mature. His second option is to offer something up in order to placate the other, but 99% of the time, it doesn't fly by with Akane because she can tell he's trying to buy her forgiveness and isn't flattered with empty niceties.

It's all indicative of how Genma's raised him: 1) to immediately retaliate, to always have the upper hand, and 2) if you can't defeat them, then appeal to them. He's raised a genius when it comes to fighting, with a quick mind and even quicker reflexes, but show Ranma a sad girl and suddenly he's out of his depth.

All that to say, it takes a lot to take Ranma out of his comfort zone and into showing vulnerability and genuineness, yet that's exactly what makes these moments feel much more impactful.

[aesthetic-rxssxs]

Universe: Jujustu Kaisen Troupe: Friends with Benefits 2nd Person View Warning: Smut Words: 5012

"Late-night booty call."

Megumi is your best friend. He is often grumpy and acts tough, but has a weakness… Goodnight kisses. He needs them from you, and won’t sleep if you don’t give him a kiss on the cheek or forehead. That night, you forget, and you were a little mad at him due to him making you see what it's like without him for a while. He lay in his bed, sulking and waiting for a kiss. He’s too embarrassed to ask. "Hmph…" He mutters under the sheets, tossing and turning. Meanwhile, you were lying peacefully in your bed, tucked in and unaware of his inner turmoil.

After hours of trying to get to sleep, he's still not sleeping. He's so irritated that you haven't come yet, he doesn't care about the kiss anymore, he just wants you in his bed.

He sits on his back, annoyed with your attitude and how you aren't paying him any attention, he huffs and gets out of bed. He heads to your room and knocks on the door loudly.

You gave no response. Instead, nuzzling further into your pillow, your brows tugged together at the slight disturbance before they straightened.

He waits for a response, getting more and more pissed off by the second. He starts banging on the door.

"Hey, open up."

You groan groggily, throwing your pillow at the door. Still half-asleep but still annoyed at him either way, you grumble out, "Shut up...!"

Megumi stops banging on the door when he hears you throw the pillow. His brow ticks as he sighs in annoyance. He opens the door, despite your protest.

"Come to my room."

You groan, burying your face into the matress. Murmuring a dragged-out, "Whyyy?"

He walks over to your bed, pulls the covers off of you, and demands, "Don't argue with me, now come."

You yelped and pouted, not expecting him to try and drag you out of bed.

He smirks at your reaction and grabs your wrist, yanking you out of bed and over his shoulder, carrying you to his room.

"Hey!" You yelped, blindsided by his persistence. Watching his feet move until he opens his door with you on his shoulder, unbothered.

He continued to ignore your complaints before dumping you onto his bed. Pointing at you with a stern look and saying, "Behave now."

You huff and cross your arms in retaliation, still upset at him dragging you over to his room.

He chuckles and crawls onto the bed with you, hovering over your body, smirking, "Look at you, you're so grumpy."

You roll your eyes, "I'm still mad at you."

He hums, amused by how cute you are when you're mad. "I don't care. You're gonna give me what I want anyway."

You scoff, "As if."

He grabs your chin, making you look up at him. He leans down to your ear, his voice dropping an octave, "Oh really? Then I guess I'll just have to force it out of you."

You roll your eyes at his words. Finding it ironic considering he's the one who suggested you'd both see what it's like without the other.

He chuckles again, biting your earlobe softly, he starts trailing kisses down your neck, causing you to gasp. He grins, satisfied with your gasp, and continues marking your neck with hickeys.

"Megumi!" You scold, glaring as you look down at him.

He pulls away to look up at you, his smirk never fading. "What? No more attitude now?"

You scoff and narrow your eyes, crossing your arms.

He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, preventing you from moving them. Taunting as he speaks, "Don't give me that look."

"Too bad," You retort, too stubborn to let your mad facade go.

He pins your legs with his own, so you can't kick him either. He looks down at you with a cocky expression, knowing he has full control over you right now.

You huff and look away in retaliation.

He moves his face in front of yours, forcing you to look at him again. "You're so stubborn, you know that?"

You scoff and turn the other way again, not relenting.

He growls lowly and grips your chin tighter, his fingers digging into your skin. He turns your head back to him. "Stop looking away. Look at me when I'm talking to you."

"Why should I, huh? You gonna apologize?"

He snorts and leans in, his lips brushing against yours. "Apologize? Why should I be the one apologizing?"

"Then you get nothing." I forcibly turn my head to the side, away from his lips.

He groans, clearly irritated with your attitude. He bites your neck harder than before, wanting to make a point. "Stop being such a brat."

You yelp at the slight pain and flash a glare at him.

He pulls back, his grip on your wrists loosening slightly as he admires the red spot on your neck. "You're lucky I like you, otherwise I would've done more than just bite you."

You roll your eyes, not buying his words.

He sighs and releases your wrists, sitting up. "Fine, be that way. I'll just sleep without my kisses tonight.”

"Good." You huff and stand up.

He grabs your wrist once more, pulling you back to him, so that you're standing between his legs. "And where do you think you're going?"

"To my room." You narrow your eyes at him, irritated by his contradicting actions, but also secretly happy he doesn't want you to leave.

He smirks, his hands traveling up to your waist. "No, you're not. You're staying right here with me."

You scoff in disbelief. Although you shouldn't have been surprised considering Megumi has always been complicated.

He yanks you down onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you against his chest. "You heard me. You're not leaving me."

"Why the hell not?!" You unintentionally shriek dramatically.

He chuckles at your tone, his hands roaming under your shirt, caressing your skin. "Because I said so. And because you belong to me."

"Do not."

He leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear. "Yes, you do. Every part of you is mine. Your body, your mind, your heart, they're all mine to claim."

"How the hell do you figure that?" You scoff and cross your arms.

He starts placing soft kisses along your jawline, his hands still exploring your body. "You're sitting in my lap, aren't you? You're wearing my clothes, my marks on your neck. You're mine."

"You gave me this shirt a long time ago! Plus, I made it into something better." I retort with another repetitive huff.

He laughs at your stubbornness, nipping at your earlobe. "That doesn't change the fact you're still wearing it. And I don't mind you altering it. It looks even better on you like this."

You roll your eyes, knowing he's referring to the pinches you made so it'd fit your figure better.

He moves to your collarbone, biting down gently. "Why are you being so difficult? Can't you just admit that you're mine and get it over with?"

"Apologize."

He freezes, his lips leaving your skin. He pulls back to look at you with a serious expression. One that only someone as self-confident as Megumi would have(he believes he could never be wrong). "Apologize? What the hell did I do?"

"Apologize." You repeated plainly. Watching his face contort at the idea of such a thing as the action 'apologizing'.

He sighs, clearly frustrated but knowing he won't get anywhere if he doesn't do what you want. "Fine. I'm sorry, okay?"

"Good," You grin and peck his lips, your expression taking a complete 180 at his submission.

He rolls his eyes at your smugness, but smiles nonetheless. He deepens the kiss, pulling you closer, his hands on your hips.

You kiss him back, gently pushing him to lay on his back as you two make out.

He hums against your lips, his hands now gripping your thighs. He moves his mouth down to your neck again, sucking and licking, leaving more marks.

You inhale sharply, leaning into his kisses as your hands move to tighten around his shirt in a vice grip.

He can feel you holding onto him tightly, his smirk returning as he bites down on your pulse point, his hands moving under your shirt again, lifting it off of you slowly.

You lift your arms, biting your lip as you help him.

He tosses your shirt away, admiring your body for a moment before flipping you over so that he's hovering above you now. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. "You're all mine, and yet you still refuse to say it. Brat."

You roll your eyes, "So dramatic."

He pins your wrists harder, his eyes darkening. "You know I don't like being called dramatic. And I'm not dramatic, I'm being serious. I want to hear you say it. That you're mine. Only mine."

"Why?"

He leans down, his lips ghosting over your ear again, his voice lowering to a growl. "Because I need to hear you admit it. To know that you're fully aware of who owns you. To see your lips form the words."

"You're so possessive. If only Nobara and Yuji knew what a damn simp you are for my pussy. You'd never live it down." You smirk up at him.

He lets out a low growl, clearly annoyed at your comment. "Shut up. You don't need to mention them right now. Especially Yuji."

He moves his head to your neck again, nipping and sucking a bit harder this time.

You raise a brow, "Oh? And why 'especially' Yuji?"

He pulls away from your neck, his eyes filled with jealousy. "Because I know he likes you. He's always looking at you, trying to get close to you. And you always let him. I don't like it."

You scoff and cross your arms. "Do not!"

He grabs your arms and uncrosses them, his grip still tight as he glares at you. "Don't lie to me. I see the way he looks at you. And the way you laugh at his jokes. You think I don't notice how you're always next to him?"

"So?"

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "So? He wants you. He wants what's mine. I can't stand the thought of him touching you, talking to you, even being near you. It pisses me off."

"Yeah? Why does that matter? It's not like I'm creaming on his dick." You retort, loving the underlining vulnerability in his jealousy.

He growls again, his jealousy reaching its peak. He leans down, his face now directly above yours, his eyes blazing with possessiveness. "Because I'm yours to cream on. Not him. You're only allowed to be like that for me. Understand?"

You grin and bite your lip, tilting your head to the side. "You're kind of hot when you're all jealous."

He groans, seeing your teasing expression. He lets go of your chin and grabs your thighs, spreading them apart and slotting himself between them. "Don't say that. It'll just make me more possessive of you. And I'm already close to losing my control."

You giggle at his reaction, "And why is that? Dick straining in your poor boxers?"

He looks down at his joggers and back at you, his jaw clenched. He grinds against you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. "Damn it, stop. I'm trying to hold back."

You gasp at the feeling and bite your lip, a smirk still managing to appear on your lips.

He groans again, the sound deep and guttural. He buries his face in your neck, trying to calm himself down but failing when you make those noises. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're enjoying making me like this?

"Maybe..." You trail a hand down his chest, smirking up at him.

He shivers at your touch, his body reacting immediately. He grabs your hand, pinning it to the mattress above your head once more. "Stop. I said I''m trying to hold back. You're making it impossible for me to do that when you keep touching me like that."

You grin, "Then why'd you drag me from my room in the middle of our fight while late at night, hm?"

He sighs, knowing he's caught. "Because I wanted you. And I wasn't going to wait until morning to get you. I need you now. I can't wait any longer."

"Then take out that pretty dick of yours and fuck me into your mattress like you've done plenty of times before."

His eyes darken at your blunt words, and he immediately sits up, pulling his shirt off. He quickly pulls his pants and boxers down, his cock springing free, hard and leaking precum.

"Don't say things Iike that unless you want to be sore for the next week."

You grin and subconsciously bite your lip at the sight of his dick. “Like that's ever stopped me from kicking your ass in training?"

He chuckles, shaking his head at your confidence. He grabs your thighs again yanking you closer to him, his tip teasing your entrance. Smirking as he knew you liked to sleep without panties.

"Cocky little thing. You know damn well I could overpower you anytime I want."

"Can't help it when I've been filled with it so many times I might as well have some of its quirks." You smirk.

He smirks at that, pushing the tip in just slightly, watching your expression change. "Is that so? And what exactly are these 'quirks' you're talking about?"

"Being cocky..." Your voice wavers at the familiar feeling of him teasing you with his tip. "Not to...hah...mention the fucking need to have you all the time,"

You gulp, "Do you know how hard it is not to jump your bones when you fight? You look so fucking attractive to the point my panties get ruined."

He chuckles, slowly sliding in further, enjoying the way you're squirming under him. "Oh, trust me, I know exactly how you feel. It's a struggle to keep myself in check during training,"

He lets out a breathy laugh as he continues, "Especially when you're in those tight little shorts and you get all hot and sweaty. Makes me want to pin you down and claim you right then and there."

"The only reason I'm even in those shorts is because someone ripped my regular uniform pants." I give him a pointed look, trying to maintain a stern look but end up gulping at the feeling of him pushing in further.

He grins at your accusatory look, not even a little bit guilty about it. "Mhm, and you still wear them because you like them. I think you secretly enjoy me ripping your clothes off too."

You scoff, "Well, yeah. It's hot—but that's not the point!" You huffed.

He fully pushes in, his hips flush against yours, a low moan escaping his lips. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss, nipping at your bottom lip.

"It is the point. You can pretend you're annoyed all you want, but I know the truth. You like it when I rip your clothes off and show everyone who you belong to."

You choke on a moan into the kiss before slightly pulling away, your lips brushing against each other as you speak, "You're contradicting yourself, Megs. Nobody even knows we hook up," You tease with a smirk."

He groans at the nickname, his eyes flashing with desire. "Shut up. You know damn well I want to claim you in front of everyone. Let them know that you're mine and only mine."

He pulls out slowly, before snapping his hips forward again, starting a rough pace.

You let out a sharp gasp, a drawn-out moan following as you grip the sheets beneath you.

He keeps up his fast pace, one hand gripping your hip tightly, the other moving to grip your jaw, making you look at him. "You like that? You like the thought of everyone seeing you being marked by me? You like it when I remind you who you belong to, huh?"

Your brows tug together and your lips part in a way that seems to always happen when you and Megumi are alone together for too long.

You bite your lip before you find your breath to respond, “God you're such a pervert..."

He chuckles darkly, his grip on your hip tightening, no doubt leaving bruises as his hips keep their pace. "And you love it. You love the way I touch you, the way I talk to you. You love the fact that I own you. Say it."

You let out another sharp gasp and arch, your mind slowly becoming mush at the pleasure he gives with each snap of his hips. Your head lolling to the side with a gulp before you respond, "Not to mention possessive..."

He moves his hand from your jaw to your throat, gently squeezing as he leads down to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Damn right, I'm possessive. You're mine,"

"Mine to touch, mine to mark, mine to own. You're my pretty little toy, and I'm going to remind you of that every chance I get."

You let out a yelped moan as he rolled his hips hard. "You're such an ass, you know that?" You moan and gasp.

He smirks, his pace growing faster and harder, enjoying the way you moan and yelp for him. "Mhm, I know. But you love me anyway, don't you?"

You nod and pant, gulping as you can't deny his words. Not when he's making you cock drunk on his dummy thick dick.

He laughs breathlessly, noticing your lack of denial. He lets go of your hip, bringing his hand to your stomach, rubbing it gently.

"That's what I thought. You're addicted to me, aren't you, princess? You're addicted to the way I touch you, the way I make you feel. You're addicted to my dick."

You moan and grip the sheets, trying not to gulp. No matter how much the saliva pooling in your mouth begs you to. Your eyes squeeze shut and your jaw clenches.

He lifts your legs up, hooking them over his shoulders, giving him a better angle to pound into you. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear again. "Open your eyes, princess. Look at me. I want to see your pretty little face as I ruin you."

You throw your head back and gasp at the new angle, instantly making your eyes snap open and open back. "F-fuck, Megs...!"

He grins at the sight of your eyes rolling back and your head falling back, the pleasure clear on your face. He speeds up his thrusts even more, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

"You're so sensitive tonight. I haven't even touched you that much and you're already a moaning mess for me. So needy."

You manage to let out a scoff—albeit restrained—as you look up at him with a weak glare. "Well, I haven't had your dick for a week because you were being an ass," You huff,

"We used to—Ah!—fuck every night..." You pant, your breath labored.

He groans at your words, the possessive part of him wanting to keep you to himself, but also loving the fact that you get so desperate when he denies you.

"And I had a reason for that. I needed you to realize how much I can affect you. And look at you now, so desperate for my cock. So needy for me."

"You're such an ass..." You moan and grab the back of his head,d tugging him down for a rough kiss, your legs now fully pressed against yourself, making you bend basically in half while you kiss him sloppily. Still in the effects of his dick hitting your G-Spot.

He moans into the kiss, loving the way you're tugging at his hair. He kisses you back just as roughly, his thrusts slowing down to a deep and slow pace.

He bites your bottom lip, tugging on it gently as he pulls away, looking down at you with a smirk. "I know I am. And you love it. You love me being an ass to you. You get off on it, don't you, baby?"

You were just about to deny it when the unmistakable tingle of your cunt made you backtrack. Knowing full well his words only just made you wetter.

He notices your hesitation and chuckles lowly, thrusting into you harder, feeling your walls clench around him. "You're so easy to read, princess. You're already close, aren't you?"

You pout before letting out a high-pitched whimper. The wet squelching noises only serve to further push you closer to your orgasm.

He laughs again, finding your pout adorable. He starts leaving kisses down your jaw, making his way to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "So cute. You're adorable when you're desperate, princess. Just let go for me, hm?"

You gulp, trying to hold it in, for the sake of your pride or for the sake of withholding his, you do not know.

He hums, noticing your attempts to hold back. He starts sucking on your neck, knowing how much you like it when he leaves marks on you. He continues his slow deep thrusts, his breath hot against our skin.

"Why are you trying to hold back, baby? I know you want to cum. Don't fight it, just give in to me."

You let out an involuntary whimper and clench, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to will your cock drunk mind to hold out, even as your toes curl at the pleasure.

He notices your toes curling and smiles, pulling away from your neck to look at you. "Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you cum. Open them." He demands, his thrusts getting a little faster again.

You let out gasps, not being able to stop them anymore and before you know it, your hazy find opened your eyes obediently, teary and pleasure-filled.

He groans at your eyes open, his hips stuttering at the sight of you. He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. "Good girl, princess. Just like that. Keep your eyes on me while you fall apart on my cock."

Your mouth falls open and you gasp, looking into his eyes. He always did this. Made you feel humiliated when you're about to cum. Making you look into his eyes. Making you feel vulnerable.

Not that you mind much, because before you know it, you cum. Making your brain momentarily forget and flush with white. Your body convulsed and arched as best as it could with your legs pressing against your chest.

Meaning, your lips are fallen open, jaw slacked, while your eyes flutter shut in ecstasy.

He groans at the sight of you cumming, watching as your body convulsed and your jaw goes slack. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time, not letting your gaze fall from his even when you close your eyes.

He doesn't stop thrusting into you, his pace quickening again, chasing his own release. "That's it baby. You look so pretty when you cum for me. So beautiful..."

You whimper and clench, the overstimulation making your eyes water with one or two tears falling. "M' sensitive, Megs..." You gasp out and gulp, your hands on your thighs, nails digging into the flesh to distract yourself.

He groans at your whimper and clenching, his thrusts becoming a little sloppy. He looks down at your hands on your thighs, seeing the nail marks. "Baby, don't scratch yourself."

He gently pulls your hands away from your thighs, intertwining his fingers with yours and pinning your hands above your head, still not stopping his movements.

You gasp and clench, whining. The feeling of his hand in yours felt good in a way that had you questioning if you were just friends—who occasionally hook up.

He smirks as you clean again, enjoying the way your walls are still trying to milk him dry, even after your orgasm. He grips your hands tighter, his thrusts getting more erratic. A clear sign that he's close to his own orgasm.

"You're such a good girl for me... You take me so well, princess."

You moan and gasp, growing impatient. "Fuck. How close...?"

He grunts, his hips stuttering again as he leans down to your ear. "Close. I'm so close, baby. You feel so good around me. You're squeezing me so tight."

You whimper and clench, your body sore just like he had promised. Making another orgasm build up, this time a lot faster and more sensitive.

He feels your body tense up and his breath hitches, realizing you're close again. "A-again? Princess, I'm gonna cum. Can you hold on a little longer for me?"

You nod, choking on a gasp as your toes curl and your hands tighten around his, holding back your orgasm obediently.

He grins lazily at your nod, eyes half-lidded, seeing you trying to hold back your orgasm for him. "Good girl. Just a little longer, princess. Be a good girl and hold it for me, okay?"

You let out a moan, nodding once again. Your eyes are half-lidded and your forehead is lined with sweat. "Just be quick, Megs... please...?"

He chuckles softly, his pace speeding up as he can feel himself reaching his limit. He's going to cum soon. "I'll be as quick as I can, princess. Just relax and take it for me, okay?"

You nod and clench, trying to hold it in like the good girl you are.

He moans as you clench around him, the pressure around his cock driving him crazy. He starts leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, his hips thrusting into you at an almost brutal pace.

"Fuck... I'm gonna fill you up, baby. Is that what you want? Want me to fill you up with my cum?"

You pant and nod desperately, your mind hazy once again. "Please... wan' your cum, Megs. Make me cum again..."

He groans at your desperate plea, his thrusts becoming even more erratic. He can feel himself about to cum, his breath hot against your skin.

"I'll make you cum again, princess. But only after I fill you up with my cum. You'll be so full of me, it'll be dripping out of you."

You whimper at his words, your body feeling hot at the prospect of him leaking out of you, gasps coming out more frequently.

He notices your whimpers and gasps, his grip on your hands tightening as he thrusts into you a few more times, before burying himself deep inside you and releasing.

"F-fuck... princess..." He groans, his hips flush against yours as he fills you up with his cum.

You whine out and throw your head back in a mewl as his orgasm triggers yours. Leaving you gasping and panting.

He stays inside you, panting heavily as he rides out his orgasm, feeling you clench around him as you cum again.

He gently releases your hands, bringing his own to your hips and rubbing them soothingly. "Good girl... Such a good girl, princess. You did so well for me..."

You catch your breath, your mind slowly starting to clear as you look up at him. "Mhm..." You sniffle, wiping the wet tears.

He smiles at you, his eyes trailing over your body, taking in the sight of you. He gently brushes your hair back, his hand resting on your cheek as he grazes at you.

"You look so pretty right now, princess. All fucked out and marked up by me..."

"Pervert..." You let out a small lazy smirk.

He grins and leans down, nipping at your jaw, "Mhm. Your pervert."

"My pervert..." I repeat his words.

He chuckles, pulling out of you and flipping you onto your stomach. He lays down next to you, propping himself up on his elbow and running his fingers along your spine. "Damn right, I'm yours. And you're mine."

"You got me all sore..." You huff, even though you actually love the familiar feeling.

He smirks, his fingers tracing the marks he left on your neck and shoulders. "I did warn you that I'd make you sore, didn't I?"

You pout and roll your eyes.

He chuckles at your pout and moves closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. "Don't pout, princess. I think you enjoy it, anyway."

"So what if I did, huh?"

He grins and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin as he speaks against it. "Then you wouldn't be pouting, baby. You'd be begging for more."

You huff at his words, hating how right he is.

He laughs softly, his arm tightening around your waist, holding you close to him. He places gentle kisses on your shoulder, nipping at it occasionally.

"You're cute when you're pouty. But you're even cuter when you're begging me for more…"

"Such an ass.”

He smirks against your shoulder, biting down on it slightly, before licking over the spot to soothe the sting. "I know. You love it though."

"Whatever... m' tired." You roll over on top of him and yawn. "You interrupted my sleep...."

He laughs again, letting you lay on top of him. He brings his hand up to brush your hair back once more, a soft smile on his face. "My bad, princess. I guess I couldn't resist waking you up for a little fun."

"Uh-huh..." You murmur before you slowly doze off to sleep.

He watches as you fall asleep on top of him, a fond look in his eyes. He gently strokes your hair, keeping you close to him.He sighs softly, knowing that he should clean you up, but he can't bring himself to move not wanting to disturb your sleep.

Masterlist. Masterlist.jujutsukaisen

January 29, 2025. PST: 11:27 AM.

[nell0-0]

Could you possibly do a fic where the Chain meet Legend's cucco companion, Piyoko? I want to see their reactions to her :D

Sure thing! Sorry for the wait, but here it is ^^

Main characters: Legend, Four, Wild, Wind & Warriors (+Piyoko, of course!)

“Legend, don’t freak out, but don’t you dare move.”

…Not exactly the words one would like to hear first thing in the morning before coeherency made its appearance on his brain, but he would have to deal as usual, Legend figured. What went wrong now?

“…why” Legend said, voice thick with sleep and slightly slurred despite his best attempt.

Turning the other way and sleeping this problem away was so tempting. Problem he wasn’t aware of, mind you, because he could more or less glimpse everyone else around camp. Either sleepy, still snoring or staring at Legend with an intensity only deserved for a dangerous foe or-

“There’s a-“

Legend reached above his head, his hand colliding with something soft, a familiar texture greeting his cautious fingers.

“Wait, stop!”

“Goddesses, he’s doomed.”

“Legend, noooo!”

Grabbing whatever it was, a suspicious squeak as a result, Legend used his elbows to hold his weight while he looked at the cause of alarm for the three dumbasses in front of him.

“Pyo!”

…a cuccoo. Well, at least it wasn’t a tiny monster out for his blood. Even though that description adhered to cuccoos most days. Not to this one, chirping excitedly at seeing Legend’s messy face with dry drool still on the side of his mouth.

The others (just three of them, at least) had jumped back. He had expected the over the top reaction from the champion, who was wieling a soup ladle as if it was a weapon. Not so much from Wind who shouldn’t know what they were since he didn’t have them on his era and he hadn’t yet been attacked by an angry flock on this adventure. Definitely wasn’t expecting Four with a… cane? A magic cane.

A magic cane he hadn’t told Legend about. Darn it.

“Really, guys? First thing on the morning?”

“Why are you so calm about this?” Wind squinted at Legend, taking Wild’s soup ladle and poking at Legend’s face with the round edge. Wild shot Wind a betrayed look, who shrugged in response gesturing at Legend in a baffled manner.

Four’s eyes seemed to shimmer a myriad of colors, his face contorting awkwardly as if he couldn’t decide on whether he should laugh, get concerned or scold them all and go back to sleep.

“Guys, it’s okay, it’s just Piyoko.”

Holding the cuckoo, no longer the little chick she had been while on their adventures with Din’s troupe and the Nayru fiasco, Legend cooed. Wind poked at Legend again, bewildered. The look Piyoko threw the sailor was murderous, the poor kid backing off as if burnt and abandoning the wooden ladle to its uncertain fate. In retaliation, Wild flicked the kid on the forehead, quick to retrieve yet another soup ladle from his seemingly infinite supply on that slate of his.

Why soup ladles? Why not swords. Goddesses knew Wild never had enough of those with the rate he kept breaking them at.

Only Four seemed coherent enough to get them back on track from their usual shenanigans, despite being the less alert of the three.

“Piyoko?”

“Piyoko” Legend smirked. Four’s eyebrow twitched.

“And who’s Piyoko supposed to be? Aside from a cuccoo, I mean.”

“My cuccoo.” At the united front of three unimpressed heroes, Legend relented. “I’ve raised this mayhem bird from before she hatched from the egg.”

“What.”

How eloquent, Wind.

The commotion had seemed to catch Warriors’ attention. Or maybe he had been listening the whole time and Legend had just not noticed. Give him a break, he had just been rudely woken up without a good reason from his power nap after the second shift of the night watch. If he wanted to be grumpy or mad about that fact, he was well within his rights.

Either way, as usual, Legend thought while rolling his eyes out of habit, the war captain butted in the conversation.

“Is that a hero spirit thing, raising cuccoos?”

When Wild and Four shot him bewildered looks, probably questioning if Warriors also had a hidden cuccoo somewhere, Warriors was quick to deny it. Weird.

“If it is, then maybe that’s where Linkle gets it from.”

Legend stared at Wind uncomprehendingly. No way someone had named their daughter that, right? Right?

“Exactly my point.”

Okay, nevermind, apparently Linkle was a thing now, and both the captain and the sailor seemed to know her. How that was possible since, supposedly, none of them had met before this journey of nine heroes, was anyone’s guess. But neither asked about Ravio living in his house earlier that week, despite those two also impossibly knowing the scammer, so Legend wouldn’t ask about this either.

Four sighed, as if incredibly tired of this conversation already — Legend had been the one woken up, not Four, the nerve — he asked “and who’s Linkle?”

“My sister.”

Wild stared. “Your what.”

“You have a sister?”

“Not the point!” Warriors flushed, pointing at Legend. Trying to redirect the dumbass trio’s attention back to him, it seemed. That fucker. “Why are you asking me about my sister when Legend is still holding that cuccoo like nothing!”

Maybe if he was more awake, or if Legend wasn’t secretly elated that Piyoko had sneaked out to join him that day, he wouldn’t have said the next words. As it was, he was way too tired to care.

“To be fair” all eyes snapping in his direction, Legend grinned. “I threw Piyoko at Ganon.”

…

“Why did I never think of that.” Wild stared off at the morning sky, looking as if the world had opened new possibilities he hadn’t been aware of before. It was probably accurate, too.

Four just gaped at Legend, for once at a loss of words.

“She almost plucked an eye out. It was awesome.”

“Weaponized cuccoos.”

“Terrifying.” Wind may have said that, but the glint on his eye told another story.

Warriors took a step to the side, putting some distance between himself and the sailor, seemingly having an internal crisis.

Huffing, Legend dropped his weight on top of his bedroll again, Piyoko flapping her little wings before gently settling on top of his head. While the others woke up and those four got their shit together, Legend was sure he could manage to sleep another five minutes.

[seventeenreasonswhy]

SVT Reacts to Their S/O Biting Them 🫦😏

18+ / SFW (but just in case MDNI!)

OT13!SEVENTEEN x GN!Reader

You take your newish bf by surprise by giving him some love nips. ;) Sweet little scenarios/imagines of (cutely!) biting SVT. 💗 Content description under the cut :)

Content/Warnings: Mostly Fluff, but some suggestive stuff, kissing kissing and more kissing lol, implied blowjob for joshua's, but mostly sweet simping from your cute newish bf 🥹

SEUNGCHEOL

you and seungcheol are entwined on his couch, long having abandoned the movie you were watching. you kiss him deeply as you lay on top of him, one of his hands grasping your waist as the other slowly makes its way up your spine. the sensation does something to you, and you end up softly biting his lower lip. he’s never felt you do something so provocative, and it makes him softly smile into your kisses. “mmm, my sexy baby,” he says quietly, growing harder and harder beneath you.

JEONGHAN

you and yoon jeonghan have only been seeing each other for a short time, not even sure what to call each other yet. you plan to meet up with each other at your friend shua’s house party and spend the whole night getting drunk and laughing together on the terrace. the group that you were hanging out with outside picks up on something between you and naturally make their way inside to let you two flirt in peace. “You look so pretty, what the hell,” he says in a low voice to you, his eyes getting noticeably more sultry as he looks you up and down. “you don’t have to sound so mad,” you laugh, and that’s it: he’s kissing you right there. his hand holding the side of your jaw, you slide your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer. you end up halfway in his lap, and he is directing your head firmly with his hand. this makes you feel playful, and you decide to retaliate a little by pulling back gently and giving the edge of his palm a soft nip. he lets out an exasperated-sounding breath as he smiles and pulls you more aggressively back into his kiss.

JOSHUA

joshua loves when you give his lower half special attention. tonight was a very good night for his cock and his thighs, as you knelt between his knees on the couch. you slowly ran your hands up his legs, sending goosebumps all over him. “Y/N...” he said, looking down at you through his hooded lids as his head relaxed on the back of the couch. you slowly slid the expensive fabric of his pants down until he was completely exposed. you looked up at him as you started to stroke his cock, trailing kisses up his inner thighs. he gently ran a hand through your hair, grabbing slightly at the back of your head to signal he wanted to lead you to his throbbing length. this gave you some butterflies, and you bit softly into the skin of his thigh before you could even think of what you were doing. this made him suck in his breath and then laugh softly at his own strong reaction to you being a little bolder.

JUN

it had been a busy week, and you and jun had barely gotten any time together. tonight was the first night in a while that you were both at his place. as soon as you entered the door, he has you against a wall, kissing your lips, your face, your neck, saying repeatedly how much he missed you. you felt yourself growing hot and bothered already, and whimpered his name, wanting him to slow down so that you didn’t get too carried away. but he didn’t care. he was ready to fuck you right there in his hallway if he could. he slid his hand up your neck, clasping your jaw and brushing your thick bottom lip with his thumb before pushing your mouth open with it. you respond instinctively, biting gently down on his thumb as it entered your mouth. this sends him over the edge, and he’s undressing you before you even have time to realize it.

HOSHI

okay, this man is never not covered in your bite marks and hickies lol. you’ve been feral with each other from day one. he’s too delicious and adorable, sorry ‘bout it! you try to avoid leaving marks where people can see, but now and then you just can’t control yourself! his neck, his collarbones, his ears, his abs, his fingers... this man is always between your teeth some way, somehow. he loves hearing you growl and get really aggressive with him, it makes him so turned on that he feels lightheaded tbh.

WONWOO

you and wonwoo are at the point in your relationship where you’re still so shy and nervous around each other! you haven’t even had sex yet... not that you haven’t been thinking about it. you get flustered and red all over whenever he looks at you, though! having sex would probably just turn you to dust! he’s so handsome that you have to consciously remind yourself to not just stare at him all the time like a freak. but he is also so smitten with you! he finds everything you do cute... the way you frown when you text because you’re concentrating on typing, the way that you try to reach for things that you know you can’t reach, the way you suddenly remember something mid-sentence and change the course of the conversation... all of your little habits and behaviors make him smile. so when you initiate a kiss, he gets taken aback! his eyes remain open, he’s so pleasantly surprised. after a beat, he runs his fingers up through your hair, deepening the kiss ever so slightly. but you’re ready to take things further – you press into him slightly more firmly and take him by the shoulders as you kiss along the edge of his jaw, nipping at the space where his jaw meets his ear. he lets out a small, involuntary gasp at this, then takes your face in his hands again and kisses you more forcefully, his body going wild for this new change of pace from you.

WOOZI

you have been feeling lonely without woozi to hang out with these days. you know that he’s working hard on the new album, but you feel like you haven’t seen him in weeks. when he comes home, he’s just exhausted and falls asleep right away. you decide to take matters into your own hands and surprise him by bringing him takeout at the studio. he is very immersed in his work, but he’s so happy to see you and so grateful that you brought him food! he takes a break to eat with you, and you feel so relieved to be spending some time with him. he looks so handsome when he’s in his element, working like this. but you also wish he would give himself a break. he kisses the top of your head as he cleans up the food and makes his way back to his fleet of monitors and mixing boards. you feel kind of disappointed, but an idea strikes. you walk up behind him and start asking him about the new track he’s working on. as he answers your questions, you stand behind him, tracing soft lines along his shoulders with your fingers. he notices the sensation, and the thought to stop you crosses his mind, but then you’re bending down, whispering in his ear, “I can’t wait to hear the finished product,” which you punctuate with a small nip on the top of his ear. this startles him, and he reacts with flustered laughter as he turns in his chair to face you. he’s received the message: you’re not letting him get back to work tonight haha.

THE8

minghao has a fixation on your pretty mouth. you thought that you were just imagining his eyes constantly floating toward your lips when you spoke, or making too big of a deal of how many times he brushed his long fingers against your lips when you were laying in bed together. but there was no denying it: he loved your mouth. as you were lounging in his bed, just casually talking about nothing, you start to want to tease him. “my eyes are up here,” you say with a smile. “whaattt, can’t I admire your beautiful mouth,” he says, smirking bashfully as he traces your bottom lip with his thumb. you surprise him by taking his thumb between your lips and nipping him, smiling up at him all the while. he laughs at this, “okay, now you’re just being mean,” he says as he leans in and starts kissing you deeply.

MINGYU

you were lowkey intimidated about going to the gym with mingyu. it was so late, and he had promised you two would be the only ones there, but this made you... more nervous. mingyu took his workouts seriously, though, so you were kind of flattered that he wanted to share this time with you. you started off easy, just helping each other stretch and talking about the best form/techniques. he was sitting on a bench, working out his shoulders by doing weighted lifts. you stood behind him, counting for him. when he couldn’t do any more reps, he dropped the heavy dumbbells to the floor and made an exaggerated exhausted face to you in the mirror. you smiled at him, noticing the way that his trap muscles were subtly pulsing from the exertion. before you even realized what you were doing, you leaned down and bit into his left trap. he let out a tiny yelp, followed by a laugh at how naughty you were being. “Do I look like food to you?” he teased. “Yes,” you said seriously. this makes him laugh even more, pulling you into his lap to kiss you for a bit before you hit the showers together...

DK

You and seokmin are starting to get more and more comfortable with each other’s bodies, which makes you so happy. he doesn’t hesitate now to softly guide you with his hand on your lower back or peck you on the cheek when he greets you or says goodbye. Your relationship still hasn’t gone to the next level of intimacy though, as you both want it to be kind of special and are a little nervous! He invites you over one night and orders all of your favorite food, even feeding you occasional bites as you sit at his couch and make each other giggle, your feet resting sweetly in his lap. he’s clearing the plates and washing them off at the sink when you notice yourself just staring at him from behind. he’s so hot, it kind of amazes you. how did this person become attracted to you? Before you really even decide, your body is moving toward him and hugging him from behind burying your face in his muscular back. you can hear the cute smile in his voice when he playfully says “yess??” and continues rinsing the takeout containers to recycle. but instead of answering, you just slowly turn his body toward you and tiptoe to kiss him, much to his pleasant surprise. he’s taken aback, but gets into it, slowly reaching behind him to turn off the running water. he slides his hand up to cup your face, running his tongue along your bottom lip. you give him access to your mouth, and your tongues touch tenderly. the kiss lasts a while, until you break away and trail kisses down his sharp jawline and neck, stopping to give a somewhat firm bite to his collarbone. This... sends him to a whole new level, haha. he gathers your face back in his hands, kissing you aggressively now and twirling you so that you're the one pressed between him and the sink. He picks you up effortlessly, getting very passionate as he seats you on the edge of the countertop... and you have to tell him to wait because you’re getting almost dizzy from being so turned on! Things pause briefly but now that he’s in the mood... it’s hard to stop him!

SEUNGKWAN

haha! ugh. love the idea of biting seungkwan for being bratty?? like if he’s pouting, biting his ear or his neck or cheek maybe? and then he gets all flustered and throws a bratty little tantrum?? ugh so cute. he would be so mad that you bit him, but also you can tell that he’s trying to keep a straight face because he thinks it’s so cute that you’re being a naughty tease like this. you two are the king and queen of bratty playfulness!

VERNON

Gives you a sly smile after you bite his lower lip. He likes this new playful side to you and indulges it by opening his mouth and running his tongue along your tongue. You let out an involuntary moan, and it makes him tighten the grip on your waist, maybe even returning the bite you gave him with a nip at your bottom lip, too.

DINO

you meet him after a long day of work for both of you – it’s so unfair that you’ve only just started seeing each other and yet you’re too busy to spend much time together! you both try to savor the time that you do have together. you’re at his house, cuddled on the couch and sharing your day’s burdens when he kisses you on the top of the head. something about the sweet simplicity of the gesture makes you overload! you randomly bite his chest over his sweatshirt out of sheer playfulness and cute aggression! it makes him laugh and rhetorically ask why you would do that!! haha you two end up getting into some playful roughhousing that turns... exciting haha.

[127luvr]

Hi! Can i request a Jaehyun x male reader where Jaehyun is perceived by the public as a cool guy but when he's with m!r (aka his boyfriend) he turns into the biggest and clingiest nerd ever?

oasis 𓇢𓆸⋆.

jung jaehyun x male reader

although jung jaehyun is nearing ten years into being a solo artist, his fans can count on one hand what they know regarding his personal life. he doesn't mean to keep his life private, yet he doesn't find it necessary to publicize his every move.

this boundary he keeps to separate his idol image and personal life has led fans to describe him as cool. they've decided that a handsome man like jaehyun was stoic. good at keeping his emotions in check, never reacting to anything on camera. never making a funny face or laughing so hard his face flushes. the only emotions he allowed himself to show were on stage--holding the stand of a microphone while singing his heart out.

off-duty jaehyun is different.

jaehyun is the textbook movie boyfriend. clingy--nerdy--cute--and absolutely in love with you. holding your hand whenever you were within an arms reach--holding doors open for you--pulling your chair out on dates--resting his head on your shoulder when he got too tired from being out with friends. he is never not wearing a smile when he's with you.

"what are you thinking so hard about?" jaehyun finds his way onto your lap with ease. laying his head on top of your thighs so his hair fans out--leaving the remainder of his body to rest on the empty couch cushions. his sudden presence catches you off-guard but you don't take long to put your phone down--choosing instead to occupy your fingers with his thick hair.

"you." jaehyun's bareface does nothing to hide the blush that spreads across his face. he doesn't expect such a straightforward answer from you--especially not as you hold the eye contact with him as he stares up at you. he brings his hands up to cover his face but you stop him, pulling your hands away from his hair to grab his wrists. "you're so different with me than you are with your fans, i was just thinking about how funny it is to see you switch up the moment you get off-stage. you're not as cool as you think you are. i don't know how you have girlfriend stans--you don't give them anything."

jaehyun groans, unable to stop the dimples from forming on his cheeks. you let go of his wrists, reaching to cup his face instead. his skin is soft, cheeks filling your palms up immediately.

"i only want you to see that side of me. the only reason i'm in the industry is for the music--i don't need delusional fans." he pauses, a mischievous glint in his eye, "i don't want them to make you jealous or anything." you pinch his cheek in retaliation, pursing your lips as a response. "i should start letting them hold my face like this, huh?"

even as a joke, you can't stay mad at jaehyun for longer than a second. not as he closes his eyes while he laughs, the indentations next to his nose making their appearance. he makes a kissy face up at you, admiring the affect his teasing had on you.

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Scary Wife Privileges Tokyo Revengers

Featuring: Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba

You were getting tired of it, hearing Chifuyu complain about Takemichi and how the man runs things. "He'll come back, I know he will, but it's just aggravating right now."

When he talked about his boss he made little sense. You never understood his ramblings about "any day now." and "It's been twelve years." Some days it was too much and you started an argument with Chifuyu, an argument where he constantly refused to tell you anything about what he meant. It was pissing you off. Majorly. You wanted Chifuyu to be happy, but when he came home exhausted and angry every night, you didn't feel that he was happy.

His friends greeted you as you walked through the big building, smiles and waves from both sides as you walked to your husband's office. Chifuyu had been in a particularly bad mood the whole week and you hadn't made it any better by causing fights when he came home. Remorse was one of the many emotions you were feeling, topped with a cute little bow to compound everything and stamp it in like concrete.

"Fuyu," You spoke softly, a way you hadn't spoken to him in months, "do you have time?"

It was in his eyes, the fact that something had already happened was painted into the dark circles under his lashes. It made your heart lurch as he smiled sadly at you. "Always have time for you, baby." Chifuyu held a hand out to pull you in as you approached, "As long as you didn't come here to fight, in that case, I'm in a meeting." His half hearted joke made you sigh, "Already, today?"

His chest heaved with a sigh, "Trashed his own office. Don't worry, he wasn't mad at me this time."

There was no time for a response as the very man exploded into your husband's office behind you. He was on edge, clearly, but you didn't care about what he had to say. Months of anger from seeing your husband drink until he fell asleep with his face buried in your chest just poured out.

"Shut up. No one cares about whatever bullshit you're about to spout. Is this how you treat all of your workers?" You snapped, hands on your hips as you chastised him, "You're the exact definition of an asshole and so help you if my husband comes home angry again."

Takemichi looked caught off guard, a stark contrast to the man you'd not only met at your wedding, but the man in the stories Chifuyu brought home. He stumbled over his words, but you continued to chew into him as Chifuyu hugged around your waist and smiled into your shirt.

Mitsuya was used to the nitpicking his clients did, often smiling and agreeing, even if he didn't. He wasn't the type to retaliate because of a bad mood, especially since it was going to be something the other person wore and he would never have to look at it again.

And yet he kept having to send you silent glares and pointed looks to keep you from speaking up as you watched him work.

"And maybe if there was more detail in the train-"

"Do you know how long he's spent on this ugly garbage?" You spoke clearly, your nose in a book so you couldn't see Mitsuya glaring at you, "All the detail on the sleeves took two months anyways. And that's not including the beading along the end. Can't you appreciate that?"

The client stared at you, open mouthed and shocked. But you kept on, "To ask for more detail when he's already fixing the fabric to your measurements is... Stupid."

Mitsuya sighed, "Apologies for her."

"Don't apologize for me." When did you get off the couch? "How about you let him finish this piece so he can come home to his family at a decent time, yeah? His daughters are tired of going to sleep without Daddy tucking them in."

The club was loud. Too loud. You cursed under your breath at your husband for bringing you along with him. It wasn't your vibe, the whores and half naked bartenders that walked around while rich, old men played card games. Your dress, the one Hakkai told you to wear so you would fit in while still being modest, was swaying around and scratching at your ankles. People were staring at you as you walked through with your heels in hand. It wasn't your fault, the shoes were hurting your feet and Hakkai had disappeared almost an hour ago. You would've already headed home if you knew Hakkai wouldn't throw a fit.

"Black Dragon trash." You hissed under your breath when you finally saw him. He was laughing with his guys, seemingly ignoring the woman massaging his shoulders. Hakkai zoned in on your hips as you straddled his lap, your chest pressing into his face as you got in the woman's face, "Hands off, unless you want to give hand jobs with stumps for the rest of your life."

The fear you instilled in the woman was attractive to Hakkai, and his men noticed as well. It wouldn't have been the first time you'd left them with raging hard ons, and Hakkai sent a glare at all of them.

"Go rub up on someone else's husband, or so help me god the only use that pretty little mouth will have is sucking food through a straw."