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starryriize · 4 months

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picture perfect | leehan

part 1- the invite

a/n: the long-awaited release of part one! i have absolutely loved making this and it’s taken me longer than i’d like to admit :( this is the first time i’ve written more than 1k words😫i sincerely hope that you all enjoy this!!

1.2k words

pairing: photographer! Leehan and model! reader

summary/preview , part one , part two

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"Leehan! Did you see the interview?" He turns to his friend, feigning innocence. "What interview?" Taesan rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue before chiding, "Come now, you saw it!" Leehan did, in fact, see the interview. The one that featured the CEO of Omega Watches shaking hands with some high-ranking representative of a model that Leehan didn't care about. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering why Taesan was so excited about a normal interview. It wasn't anything new for a CEO to have new models for the new collections.

Taesan sighed loudly, plopping onto the couch as he leaned his head back, slightly closing his eyes. If there was one perk to living with Leehan, the furniture was always comfortable and stylish. Interior designers should be glad he took up photography, Taesan thought to himself. Facing where Leehan was sitting, Taesan grabbed a plain white envelope. He took a stray pen from the round living room table, sliding the pen through the seal. Taking the paper out, Taesan went silent. It was an invite to the New Year's Gala hosted by Omega. Every year, this dreaded gold-lined invite came, and every time, Leehan refused to go. Events were incredibly draining, filled with hours of talking to people, and doing so-called “networking.”

“Oh? Taesan, what’s in the letter?” Leehan stood up, leaning against the wall, gesturing toward the paper with a quirked eyebrow.

“The New Year’s Gala for Omega. Apparently, the theme this year is fairytale.” Taesan said while smirking, already planning his outfit to capture the hearts of many at the party. Leehan sighed in annoyance, knowing he’d have to go to the Gala this year. There was no avoiding the CEO, but more importantly, he had to keep good relations with the CEO.

“I’ll come with.” Leehan paused, “I have to make sure I still have my contract with Omega.” Leehan muttered under his breath, not wanting to admit that he did want to see the newest collection of watches. Leehan, despite all his complaints about parties and not caring, did in fact enjoy the socializing. There was a rush of adrenaline that he got from the flashing lights, the sparkles, the car ride from their shared apartment, and the whole feeling of living life fully. It was the same rush that he got from being in the airport. He loved moments where he felt like time was suspended, as it made him feel like the main character of a New York Times bestseller.

But Taesan wasn’t stupid, he saw right through his friend. Shrugging, Taesan smiled. Sarcastically commenting, “Sure. You’re definitely going for the contract talks.” He paused before adding, “Also Leehan, I hope you know that the Gala is this coming weekend at 9 pm outside the Omega Pop-up store.” Taesan continued talking about the details of the party, where to park, who to avoid, and most importantly what to wear. As far as Leehan was concerned, he wasn’t interested in the who’s and what’s of the party. But Taesan was right, they needed outfits, and ones that would fit the theme perfectly. Taesan retreated to his room, spending what seemed like hours, deliberating over which silk shirt looked best. Deciding that he needed his friend’s opinion, he called Leehan to tell him what he thought about the silk.

Leehan sighed for the fifth time, muttering, “I say this with love but the silk isn’t it. You look like a dress up pirate not a fairytale prince.”

Taesan audibly scoffs as he flicks through the various shirts before pulling out a hanger. “Yes. Yes. I’ve found it!” He turns to Leehan, holding a white ruffled shirt with puffed sleeves and a ruffled collar. It was the epitome of a fairytale if he were in Tangled that is. "I think I look good." Taesan smirks at himself in the mirror, proud of the "princely" fit he pulled out of his closet.

"But what do I wear?" Leehan sighed, staring at the rows upon rows of shirts. Flicking through the blues and whites, he stopped, staring at a navy blue dress shirt. Pulling it off the hanger, he placed it down, moving to find a matching vest or jacket. After he finally found a suitable vest, embroidered with white crystals and made of white satin. He figured that would be enough and that he'd plan the rest of the fit later.

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12 hours away, you'd gotten the same letter. You knew this wasn't an event you could call sick to skip mainly because your face was going to be all over the adverts at the entrance of the party. Glancing down at the letter, you read it out loud, wishing the flight wasn't so expensive and wondering which outfit you could possibly wear.

We cordially invite you to our New Year's Gala. We plan to introduce our newest "Timeless" collection. Our theme this year is fairytale! We hope to see you there. Yours Truly, Omega Watches.

Smiling, you knew you could finally pull out the butterfly top that you'd been influenced to buy when you were shopping with your close friend, Yunjin. Carefully removing the resin-jeweled top from its protective covering, you quickly grabbed your favorite pink satin skirt.

Glancing at the clock, you realized you had less than two hours to catch your flight to Incheon. Gingerly wrapping your outfit in a small carry-on, you grab your mother's Yves Saint Laurent crossbody and begin locking up your apartment, double-checking everything. You knew that your manager had already sent your pre-packed bags to Incheon, so what else did you need? You glance your eyes over your jewelry, stopping at the gold heart bracelet. Deciding you can never have enough jewelry, you grab the bracelet and place it in your purse.

Soon you were on a plane, miles from Incheon with adrenaline filling your veins. Just thinking about finally seeing your adverts in person, meeting new people, and socializing, words couldn't describe how excited you felt.

Upon landing in South Korea, you were taken aback by the stunning views and how it felt so much like home. You had been to Korea once before, but you were so little, that everything was a blur. The hustle and bustle of Incheon Airport made you feel calm, suspended in-between time, where you were neither here nor there.

Taking out your phone, you snap a quick picture of the views from the airport entrance before scanning the taxi lane for your scheduled car. You were told to look for a black Jaguar XKSS, remembering your manager saying that the car was "vintage-looking" and something "out of James Bond."

Some 10 minutes later, you see a car that looks as though it came from the Bond films. Ah, that must be my ride. You thought to yourself. The front door opened and a tall, somewhat American-looking man strode to where you were standing. You glance toward him, analyzing his movements as he opens the trunk for your luggage. The man offered his hand for you to shake, introducing himself as Jaehyun. You confidently shook his hand, introducing yourself as well.

"Let's get you to the hotel." Jaehyun jumped excitedly, placing your luggage into the trunk. The car's capacity was, well, smaller than you expected. You knew it'd be a vintage car, but you didn't think it'd be as tiny as you thought. It was a two-door car, so you had to be seated in the passenger seat.

Just as you were getting comfortable, Jaehyun mentioned, "Going to the Omega Party? Ah, you'll get to meet Leehan and Taesan!" Leehan? Why was that name familiar to you? You tried to remember why he was familiar but then gave up remembering that you'll probably see him at the Gala.

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For both you and Leehan, the moment you enter the doors of the Gala, lives shall be changed.

#bnd imagines #bnd fluff #boynextdoor imagines #bnd leehan #leehan x reader #boynextdoor leehan #bnd scenarios #boynextdoor scenarios

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ell-alexanderarnold · 1 year

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Escapism.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 (𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭)

A break up mess between Trent and Y/n.

Angst

Warnings! : This fic contains cursing, mentions of light drugs*and cheating+ sad Trent, lots of crying 😀

Note: Last part!! This was my first ever series so I want to say thank you all for your support💌 I hope I did the end justice xx

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Your day at work was exhausting. Too many meetings and annoying co-workers, you couldn’t wait to get home. The traffic was heavy and you started to get more tired minute by minute but finally you approached your home, crashing on the sofa the very second you entered the door.

As you prepared your outfit tomorrow’s work day, you found a familiar sweater. It was that sweater, the one you had on the night you found out.

….

At this point you had been waiting for too long, the hours kept passing and he never came home. You thought that it’s probably best to go to sleep but suddenly you heard the door open and a big sigh came out from the man who entered the living room.

“Where have you been? I’ve been worried all night” You wondered as he sat down beside you. He remained silent and just stared down at the floor, you got closer to him and stroke your hands through his locs.

“Talk to me baby” You whispered.

“I’m just tired, that’s all” He answered and gave you a weak smile, he got up from the couch making his way upstairs. After about 5 minutes you heard the shower running, and a notification from his phone that he left on the couch. You picked up the phone wondered who texted him at this hour.

Isabella: You forgot your training top here, can I leave it tomorrow when she’s at work?

Your heart froze, you couldn’t move. You just stared at the name Isabella, who is she?

You heard Trent coming downstairs and you immediately closed his phone and kept your head down, fiddling with your fingers as he sat down beside you.

“Which movie?” He said, usually you get excited when he says that but now you felt nothing, absolutely nothing. You couldn’t help but ask

“Who’s Isabella?”

“What”

“Trent who is Isabella?” You asked him again as you looked at him and your eyes began to water up but you didn’t want to assume the worst but you did, you almost already knew by the look on his face.

“I don’t know” Trent claimed.

”Why are you lying?” You accused.

“Y/n seriously I don’t know!” He bellowed.

“Well, have fun getting your fucking training top back tomorrow” You snapped and your voice cracked. You quickly got up from the couch and ran up the stairs.

“Fuck, Y/n it’s not like that!” He yelled and followed after you but you locked yourself in the bathroom.

….

You stared at the sweater for a minute and the memories flooded back. Of course you stayed with him after he cheated, he was all you knew. But eventually he broke up with you and you was left alone, it began with a loving relationship. Praises, compliments and it developed to a toxic relationship, only talking to each other when there was an argument and he’d make it up by sex. You still miss the relationship you had but not what it became. Could you go back to it? Yet you didn’t know, you had to find out soon.

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The weekend came closer and you worked until 4pm. You had to get home to get ready for your dinner with Trent. You didn’t expect much happening, just a small talk about your relationship but it was bigger then a small talk. It would decide if it was worth staying with him after everything he’d done. If you two could go back to square one again, you weren’t sure.

You spent about an hour doing your makeup and picked an outfit, something about getting ready was one of your favourite things. At least it was when you were together with Trent. He would sit and watch you in your chair whilst you did your makeup and not saying a single word. He just smiled and afterwards he would tell you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world and that you would always be his. But now things have changed. A memory came back from the night you met him the first time since your break up. “I’m not yours anymore” You remember saying to him and you remembered that he didn’t respond to it. Maybe you hurt him with those words, maybe not. It seems like he can’t forget what you two had apart from the arguments and that one time he cheated. He cried out to you, said he was sorry that he fucked up the relationship. You had to know more.

Trent: Could you be a little bit slower please?

“Shit” You cursed as you realised that he was outside and you weren’t even ready yet, you panicked and didn’t want him to wait too long, so you texted him back.

You: Sorry I’m late, you can come inside if you want

You didn’t know why you invited him to come inside but you heard the doorbell and you were just applying on mascara so you shouted

“Come in!”

You heard the door open and you saw Trent in the back of your makeup mirror, he looked around your apartment.

“Your apartment huh? It looks nice” He said as he entered your room.

“Thank… you” You struggled as you were still trying to apply mascara with your shaky hand, you didn’t feel nervous but you deeply inside you knew you were.

When you were done with your makeup you went up from your chair and stormed past Trent to go to your bathroom to remove the excess mascara from your eyelids.

”You don’t need to stress, you know” Trent assured, watching you storming around your apartment getting ready.

“I’m not stressing” You replied as you walked into your closet picking some shoes for the night.

By the time you were done, you found Trent sitting on your sofa waiting patiently.

“So I’m ready now” You told him with a smile on your face. He looked up at you and gave you a smile back.

“You look beautiful Y/n” Said Trent but his smile quickly turned to a worried expression and furrowed brows.

“Y/n I thought you stopped?”

“Stopped what?” You implored not knowing what he was talking about until he pointed at the pills laying on the kitchen counter. You turned around and looked at them, you must have forgotten to clean up after last week.

“I’m worried about you” He revealed as he got closer to you.

“I told you not to worry about it Trent, I’m okay” You lied, you felt a lump in your throat, you didn’t want to cry in front of him again but the tears came anyway.

“But I am worried. Please can’t you just talk to me, why are you doing this?” Trent questioned.

“I think you already know the answer Trent” You cried.

“Oh Y/n please don’t start this, I’ve told you a hundred times it was a mistake yet you still fucking bring it up” Trent slammed and now he knew that he fucked up. He knew he was one of the reasons. He held his hands behind his head and tried to prevent the tears from coming, but they streamed down his face like a waterfall.

“Fuck” He cursed and he couldn’t stop crying and you didn’t know what do to either. You let him cry for a moment until you made your way to him and tried to comfort him but he turned away. He needed to be alone you thought so you left him by the sofa and went to your bedroom.

There was no dinner this night. There was only arguing and crying, the same old bullshit. Crazy how it only takes 5 minutes before you two start picking at each other, but it wasn’t always like this, once upon a time there was no arguments, no secrets only your love to each other mattered. How things change or should we say how people change? Trent changed, you changed. Your whole relationship changed, and you couldn’t stop it, you blame yourself for it everyday. There’s no escape from the thought but at the end of the day there is an escape. An escape from reality and you found out, your escape from everything was him, it was Trent.

You were lying in your bed, dress still on and your makeup was already gone from all crying. You felt so miserable and empty. The fact that the one man who one time could take all your pain and anxiety away with just one kiss or a couple of words was in the room next to you and it only made it worse. He couldn’t kiss you or take your pain away because it was him who caused this. The pain, the emptiness, it was all him.

You heard a knock on your bedroom door. He was still here and you really thought he left after the chaos.

“Can I come in?” A familiar voice said, he entered your room and sat down by the edge of the bed.

“I thought you left” You mumbled and rubbed your eyes.

“I couldn’t” Trent said and you turned to face him.

“I hope you know that I still care about you Y/n” He spoke up.

”I know you do Trent” You sighed, meeting his eyes.

“I’m sorry I put you trough fucking hell” He uttered, referring to what you said to him last week and it made you laugh.

“Mm” You hummed.

“I’m really sorry for everything I put you through” He whispered.

“I don’t know if I can forgive you T, I really want to but it’s scary and I’m afraid to let you in again” You confessed. You have forgiven him so easy before but you weren’t sure you could forgive him now.

“Please, let me help you Y/n, I miss what we had and I’ve been so lost without you, so lost and I don’t know what to do” Trent blubbered and took your hand in his.

“Can I ask you one thing Trent?” You said.

“Are you still with her?”

“No, she wasn’t you and she’ll never be.”

Your brain was telling one thing and your heart another. It was so complicated, not even a calculator could work this out. You two had to work it out piece by piece and of course it was going to hurt. But maybe it will ease the pain also, by searching for where it went wrong. Mistakes, unsolved conflicts. Perhaps this was the start of something new? Only you and Trent could find out.

“I still love you Y/n and I believe in us” He cried, and you found him not telling the truth.

“B-but you said we weren’t working” You sobbed.

“Yes but I was fucking wrong, can’t you see?” Trent wept.

“Y/n look at me” Trent voiced. You looked at him, his eyes were filled with tears that kept pouring down his cheeks and it hurt you seeing him like this, the fact that he cried because of you made your heart shattered a little more then it already have. You took your hands and dried his tears off his cheeks.

“Can you hold me? Like you used to when there was no arguments, no secrets, just our love” You sighed and he held you in his arms, a hiccup came out from you and it made him chuckle. Immediately it felt like he was the missing piece of puzzle in your heart and that you were home. Trent was home to you and have always been and will always be…

escapism

/ɪˈskeɪpɪz(ə)m/

noun

the tendency to seek distraction and relief from unpleasant realities, especially by seeking entertainment or engaging in fantasy.

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Let me know what you thought about this series 💓

#trentalexanderarnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #liverpool fc #england x reader #football imagine #footballer x reader #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent imagine #trent x reader #taa66 #trent alexander arnold fanfic #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold angst #football fic #football angst

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obsessivelollipoplalala · 6 months

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Queen + Adam Lambert in Philadelphia on October 18, 2023

Well, that was one of the best experiences of my life! These are my thoughts (pictures and videos will go in separate posts):

I loved how much the entire thing really was a production. It wasn't simply people standing there and playing/singing songs, you could tell every aspect of the show was well-thought-out with set pieces, costume changes, and basically a light show.

I sat in a section on the side that was pretty close to the stage. When they were performing on the main stage, I was able to see everyone pretty clearly, and Spike turned to us and told us to clap sometimes. When Brian and Adam went down the catwalk, their backs were to us. That meant Brian’s back was to us during LOML, but I got a clear view of the whole arena lit up with everyone’s phones. It was beautiful, and the people around us were commenting on how moving it was, too.

Let’s expand upon that: My sister isn’t even in the fandom, but even she said how beautiful LOML was, and how the whole show feels like an homage to Freddie even during the parts when he’s not explicitly mentioned. She said she had a cheesy moment where she was standing there while Adam sang “Who Wants to Live Forever” (which had beautiful rainbow lights), and she thought of Freddie and said to herself, “This is what it means for someone to live forever.” It really is. You really feel like you’re part of this experience of keeping Queen and Freddie alive, and people are so fucking stupid to accuse Brian and Roger of merely cashing in. Even my sister said they have enough money for 3 lifetimes, and are obviously doing it because they love it. Anyway, LOML was genuinely a moving experience, hearing Brian sing and to look out into a sea of lights, and towards the very end of the show, they played Freddie’s vocal call-and-response with the crowd from Wembley, and I did get emotional seeing how Freddie still had a crowd eating out of the palm of his hand +30 years after his death. It made me really wish he was still here.

Adam: You know, I didn’t dislike Adam before this, but my sister and I agreed that we have a newfound respect for him. He’s an incredible performer. When you actually hear him sing live for 2 hours, you realize what Brian means when he talks about Adam’s voice being a gift and everything. His voice was so strong and clear, not a single sour or weak note. These are notoriously difficult songs to sing, but he really nailed them. Adam is also a really charming, likable performer, too. He has fantastic energy and often comes off as very playful. He was delightfully campy as he applied powder and perfume in “Killer Queen.” You can tell he’s having the time of his life, and he took a moment to talk to the audience and say how lucky he is to be in his 10th year of performing with them. Also, his outfits were amazing. He wore glittery boots that looked 12 feet high lol

Brian and Roger: I always knew they were incredible musicians, but god, actually seeing them perform really drives it home. You do have this moment like, “…Damn, they’re really up there playing all of that.” My eyes kept going back and forth between watching Brian on stage, and watching the quick and intricate movements of his fingers up on the screen.

Brian was wonderful during LOML, despite his back being to us. His voice was warm, and he told us to sing the song to everyone we’ve lost. “‘39” was fun. I loved his solo section. He was way up on a pedestal with a screen to make it look like he was standing on an asteroid, and bright, colorful planets descended from the ceiling and floated around him as he played a calmer melody. It was so lovely. Again, my sister isn’t in the fandom but after the show, she commented that while Roger doesn’t seem like a bad guy, there’s just something approachable, likable, and nice about how Brian came across on stage :’)

Roger was still great, too. I really don’t know where the fuck he finds the energy to still be that good at the drums in his 70s, and even though I don’t like “I’m in Love With My Car” as a song, it’s still objectively impressive to watch him sing and drum for it at the same time. With him and Brian, I can’t comprehend how they’re still doing this. I feel exhausted just from standing there and watching them lmao, but they’ve still got it in their mid 70s. You can tell this is just what they were born to do, and tbh watching how completely they throw themselves into a performance, and picturing them doing that night after night for several months on end on and off for like 15 years……yeah, I see why they had so many personal issues and their domestic lives fell apart lol. I’m not even trying to be mean, I just think something’s gotta give when you’re doing that kind of work, and that’s not even mentioning any harmful aspect of the rock ‘n’ roll party culture. Anyway, the point is that it’s crazy that they’re still able to do this and give it their all, and I’m so happy I got to see them do their thing.

Finally, Brian came out in a Philadelphia Phillies T-shirt during the encore, and my sister and I screamed lol

10/10. What a night. I think Freddie would be so proud to see his work not only being carried on, but how Brian and Roger (and their team, of course) are still adding things to the production to keep it all fresh and give it their 110%.

#Queen #Queen band #queen + adam lambert #brian may #roger taylor #adam lambert

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babeyterra · 8 days

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i’m back from my grave…. TERRA X TPD?

(lyrics i think relate to terra markov)

who’s afraid of little old me?

“who’s afraid of little old me? well you should be ‘cause you lured me. and you hurt me. and you taught me.”

“i was tame, i was gentle ‘till the circus life made me mean. don’t you worry folks, we took out all her teeth. who’s afraid of little old me?”

“i wanna snarl and show you how disturbed this has made me. you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.”

“you caged me then called me crazy. i am what i am cause you trained me.”

the smallest man who ever lived

“you deserve prison but you won’t get time. you’ll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars.”

“were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? were you writing a book? were you a sleeper-cell spy?”

“i would’ve died for your sins instead i just died inside.”

“you hung me on your wall. stabbed me with your push-pins. in public showed me off, then sank in stoned oblivion.”

“in 50 years will all this be declassified and you’ll confess why you did it? and i’ll say good riddance cause it wasn’t sexy once it wasn’t forbidden.”

“you said normal girls were boring but you were gone by the morning.”

“in plain sight you hid. but you are what you did. and i’ll forgive you, but i’ll never forgive. the smallest man who ever lived.”

so long, london

“my friends said it isn’t right to be scared everyday of a love affair. every breath feels like rarest air.”

“i’m just getting colour back into my face, i’m just made as hell cause i loved this place for so so long.”

“so how much sad did you think i had, did you think i had in me? how much tragedy? just how low did you think i’d go? before i’d self implode? before i’d have to go free?

“i’m pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.”

i look in peoples windows

“i had died the tiniest death, i spied the catch of your breath.”

“i look in peoples windows in case you’re at their table. what if your eyes looked up and met mine. one more time.”

“i tried searching faces on streets. what are the chances you’d be downtown. does it feel alright to not know me? i’m addicted to the if only.”

florida!!!

“a hurricane with my name when it came.”

“little did you know your home’s really only a town you’re just a guest in.”

“this city reeks of driving myself crazy.”

“i need to forget so take me to florida. i’ve got some regrets, i’ll bury them in florida. tell me i’m despicable, say it’s unforgivable.”

“your homes really the only town you’ll get arrested in. so pack your life away, just wait out the shitstorm back in texas.”

down bad

“did you really beam me up? in a cloud of sparkling dust, just to do experiments on. tell me i was the chosen one, show me the world was bigger then us. then sent me back where i came from.”

i hate it here

“i’m lonely but i’m good. i’m bitter but i swear i’m fine.”

“i’ll save all my romanticism for my inner life and i’ll get lost on purpose. this place made me feel so worthless.”

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus

“if you wanna break my cold, cold heart. just say i loved you the way that you were. if wanna tear my world apart, just say you’ve always wondered.”

“i changed into goddesses, villians and fools. changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules. all to outrun my desertion of you. and you just watched it happen.”

“i crashed into you, like so many wrecks do. too impaired by my youth to know what to do.”

the albatross

“locked me up in towers. but i’d visit in your dreams. and they tried to warn you about me.”

#teen titans #terra #tara markov #terra markov #taylor swift #tpd #ttpd #the tortured poets department #babeyterrasmusic #terra songs #lyrics #waolom #tsmwel #florida!!!#the albatross #i hate it here #so long london #down bad #cososom

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aimixx · 1 year

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Kamisato ayato x F!Reader

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Synopsis: After an unfortunate accident while you were on your way home from work, You reincarnate as y/n Eclipse, the daughter of duke Eclipse of Snezhnaya empire, and also the fiance of Il Dottore, the prince of the empire. Y/n Eclipse is also one of the people who will get killed when Il Dottore goes on a rampage in a novel you read before, "Farewell to Snezhnaya".

"I will change my ending, I won't die like this!"

》Prologue

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Have you ever felt the happiness of an adult? Well, one of them is working for almost 2 years in a company that makes you stay after hours and finally your boss decides to give you a raise. This is the happiness I’m going through now.

‘Money does feel amazing indeed’ I thought as I left the office building, my mind thinking about the many things I can do now with my new paycheck. I can treat myself to a good lunch, or get a new couch for myself, but I need to pay the bills first. I can also message my friends and tell them I’ll be able to make it on the trip.

As I pulled out my phone to let them know, I took myself to another trip, and it wasn’t the beach trip.

But a trip to the afterlife.

That’s right, the last thing I saw was the driver of the car that hit me before darkness came over me.

…..

I didn’t even enjoy my paycheck.

“My lady”

I won’t enjoy delicious meat anymore.

“My lady you will be late!”

Wait, who’s that?

“My lady!”

“What?!” I spoke up as I opened my eyes. Wait. Where am I?

I looked around and saw three young women who are dressed in maid outfits, one of them looked at me with worried eyes.

“My lady please get up, you will be late for your outing with his highness.” The maid said, I sat up slowly, still very confused.

“Who are you? Where am I?” I asked frantically, the maid just stared at me and sighed.

“Did you drink before going to sleep again? I’m Nadia, and you’re Lady Y/n Eclipse.”

Y/n Eclipse??? The first character who died in “Farewell of Snezhnaya”??? The one who died on her own wedding night?

I got up quickly and ran to the mirror and I stared at myself in horror.

Shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes, a pretty face. I indeed reincarnated as the prettiest character in the novel, but also the first one to die.

“Hey Nadia, when is my wedding again?”

“In 2 weeks my lady.”

Great. I have 2 weeks to escape this place.

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I really wonder how people think that Il Dottore is pretty. This man is the most twisted, psychopath and ugliest person I have ever met. I don't care about how he looks, he is dangerous.

“I want to run away.” I muttered to myself as I sat admiring the gardens of the estate.

“My lady please don’t say such stuff.” Nadia said as she helped me sit down on the bench.

“His highness loves you so much, why would you run away?” Vlad, my personal knight asked, I stared at the two of them and thought of a great idea.

“Help me run away.”

“But-”

“I will make your wedding happen.”

There’s no way they will refuse this. They are engaged for 5 whole years and father still didn’t approve of their wedding.

“How will you convince my lord?” Vlad asked, I can see the excitement in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I will prepare the money needed. As for both of you, find me a safe way to get out of the empire before the wedding." I said, watching as the two of them looked at each other then nodded.

"We will do as you say my lady."

Now that this is settled, time to get my funds ready.

* * *

A few days have passed, I managed to keep secret funds and also entertain Il Dottore, acting like the real y/n and being madly in love with him. Vlad and Nadia also found a safe and secret way out of the empire. Everything is ready

There are 2 more days before the wedding and everyone's so busy preparing, so security is not that good. I checked on everything I packed and prepared the bed, then got dressed in a maid outfit and put on a wig and contacts.

"My lady, are you ready?" Nadia asked as she entered my room, I looked back at her and nodded.

Grabbing the basket that had everything we needed, we both walked out of the room and towards the back door.

We successfully made it to the carriage Vlad prepared and we got on and started to move.

"My lady, we will make it to the port and there will be a ship that will take us to the Inazuma empire." Vlad said as we made it past the walls of the duchy.

"That's alright, it's far away from this place so I'm good."

Then our journey out of the empire has started.

Freedom, here I come.

#genshin impact #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x reader #yaepublishinghouse #—traveler novels

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secondgenerationnerd · 1 year

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Mar'i and Jon smut fic! Maybe on an anniversary or something

Oooooo

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The first time Omega came to Tamaran, Mar’i had shown them the gardens. Specifically a closed off courtyard only a few people knew about. She’d told them about playing here, doing cartwheels and hiding for hours from her tutors. Her mother reading to her or chasing her around the flowers. Meals with Galfore, her pseudo-grandfather, watching the stars.

Back for their second wedding and coronation, Jon had been watching his wife, in all her 19 years of grace and wisdom, close up as the big days approach. Remembering the secret garden, he asked Galfore and Dick for their help.

Now, the night before their second wedding, Jon put his plan into motion. Basket full of her favorite foods? Check. Soft blanket and a small mountain of pillows? Check. Laid out her favorite Earth date outfit, complete with a handwritten note on when to meet him? Double check. Greeting her with her favorite flowers, still planted in a simple pot? Check.

The moment he showed her the courtyard, with lights he’d hung up and music drifting over the flowers, she started floating. Her joy warmed him to the bone and made the coordination of everything worth it. Now, after eating and talking, Jon lays against the pillows. Mar’i curls against his side, tracing patterns on his shirt, his fingers moving up and down her arm.

“You’re too good to me, Jonny.”

“No, Star. You’re too good to everyone.” He catches her hand, bringing it to his lips. Her wedding band catching in the moonlight, “You do so much for people and never expect anything back.”

“So you don’t expect anything for doing this?” She teases. “Nothing at all?”

“Nope.” He answers honestly. “I did this because I love you. Because I’ve seen how hard your working. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t make it better.”

“And this is why I love you.” Smiling, Mar’i moves to straddle him. Her skirts moving like water against her skin as she settles. His hands trail up her hips as hers rest on his shoulders. He’d taken the faux glasses off earlier, so his too blue eyes gaze up at her in wonder. She kisses the tip of his nose, “What’s on your mind, superbabe?”

“You’re so…”

“So…?” She teases, playing with his hair again. Strong sure hands slide down her back, over her legs…under her skirt. Slowly pushing the fabric higher.

“That’s just it. I can’t find the words.” He murmurs, taking her in slowly. Not like she’s something for him to take, to own. No, Jon takes her in like she’s something precious. Something to be cherished, worshiped, adored. Her breathing increases slowly, especially as his hands creep higher up her thighs. Nudging her nose with his, lips so close hers brush against his as she speaks.

“Try.”

A gentle smile on his face, “How do I describe you, Star? God, even that word doesn’t do enough. So much brighter, so much more beautiful, so much…fuck…I can’t believe I’m yours.”

“Jon…”His fingers hook around her panties. A look in his eyes, asking for permission. As if she could ever deny him. In answer, Mar’i rises, enough to help him slide them down. Then those hands are back, up the insides of her thighs, so close to where she needs him.

“Mar’i…” he breathes, fingers sliding against her slick folds. “You’re…incredible…I see it in how you preform…how you fight, in the field, in an argument…how you rule…that big beautiful heart of yours, Mar’i, how are you so…so you?”

Her breathing quickens as his fingers slide inside her. X’hal, she loves when he does this, letting her ride his hand, murmuring sweet nothings or complete filth in her ears. Her eyes drift closed as she rocks her hips, fingers tangling in his dark curls. Hers. He’s all hers.

Kissing up her throat, Jon murmurs, “I can barely believe you married me once. But I get to relive it all over again. I get to tell you, tell everyone, how much I fucking love you. Because I do, Mar’i, I fucking love you so much I can’t breathe.”

She cries out, reaching her peak. Working her through it, Jon continues his gentle caresses along her skin. If they were in their bed, in their home, he would move down her body. Push the skirt up around her waist and devour her until he pulled another orgasm from her. And another. Until she was begging for him inside her.

But they hadn’t had done more than cuddle since arriving on Tamaran. Not that the people here would have an issue with it. They’d been so busy, there hadn’t been time or energy for it. So when he feels her nails dig into his shirt, hears her whimper, he knows he’ll do whatever she asks.

“Jon…I need you…please, baby, please...”

Together, they work his pants open, pulling him free from his boxers. As she sinks onto him, groaning into his mouth, Jon pulls at the laces holding her dress bodice together, Mar’i unbuttoning his shirt. Fabric flies over heads, hitting the ground with soft thuds. Until they’re both bare before the other. Until his hands move up her spine, feeling the muscles under his touch flex as he holds her close. Years of dance and acrobatics making her strong.

Nails dig into his shoulder, just enough to hurt. God, he loves that she can hurt him. Loves that he never has to hold back with her. That they both hold power to hurt the other and trust them other won’t.

“Mar’i…” he says her name like a prayer. Maybe it is. He will gladly worship this woman until death do they part…and even then he’d follow her into the ether.

“Jon…” She pulls him closer. He keeps their pace, making her savor each moment. “Please…”

He rolls them over on the blanket, pinning her beneath him. Moans mixing together under the starry night. Jon brushes her curls from her face, not missing a moment of her pleasure. His fingers intertwine with hers, pinning her arms above her head. Rolling his hips into hers, her legs wrapped around his waist, they lose themselves in each other.

“Fuck…” Jon growls, dropping his head against her neck. He hadn’t worn the universal translator tonight, but he doesn’t need it. Mar’i had spoken enough Tamaranean in bed for him to know the key phrases.

Faster.

Harder.

More.

And, most importantly—Stop.

“Jon-el,” Mar’i moans, legs tightening around his waist. Hearing her say his name like that, accent thickening with her desire, awakens part of him. Fingers tangling in her curls, he drives into her harder and faster, body pressed against hers as they near the end. The muscles in her body tense as she tries to fight it, to make it last.

As if they don’t have the rest of their lives together.

“Come with me, Star,” he growls in her ear, “Like a good girl.”

Mar’i shatters around him, back arching as she screams. Good. Let them all hear who she belongs to. Sinking his teeth into her shoulder, Jon follows just behind. Spilling inside her like he has hundreds of times before slumping onto her. Mar’i’s arms and legs stay around him, playing with his hair as they come down together.

One of the few ‘perks’ of their hybrid status—near zero chance of natural conception. Neither had ever been with another person, nor could they get STDs due to their natural immune systems. So they never bothered with a condom.

Though, secretly, he’d always hoped that they would be that half percent. He wants a family with her, no matter what it looks like, but some part of him wants to see what their baby would look like.

“Jonny?”

“Yeah?” He looks up at her, admiring his beautiful bride. How did he get so fucking lucky?

“We should get to bed.” She smiles, pushing his thick dark hair from too blue eyes, “We’re getting married in the morning.”

“Are we?” He muses. “I could have sworn I already married the most beautiful woman in the universe.”

“You’ve been begging for years to marry me.” She teases, “Would you really settle for just one?”

“With you? Never.”

Fixing their clothes, the pair fly back to the palace. Mar’i takes him directly to her bedroom balcony. A few gentle kisses and touches pass between them as they clean up. Jon nudges her hands away as she starts braiding her curls. It’s not that he thinks she can’t do it, the opposite in fact…but it’s another small thing he loves to do for her. Crawling into bed, Jon pulls her close to spoon her.

“Jon?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“…Thank you for letting me be Just Mar’i tonight.”

A soft kiss presses to the back of her neck, “Any time, Star.”

#mar'i grayson #jon kent #superstar #Nightstar #superboy #smut

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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Man I'm punching I wish I had a cute sugar daddy.

I have a dream about yandere Emmetdressing me up and heat fancy clothes the golden collar around my neck showing me off to his colleagues. He has a smug smile on his face noticing all the jealous looks he's getting.

That smile quickly fading when he notices that I'm getting a little too comfortable with another man. Bringing me here was supposed to be a treat for being a good girl...oh well punishment time.

and now that's all I've been thinking about for a week

RO! BELOVED! As noodle you blog still brings me joy, I hope I can do this justice. You’re wish is my command!

🔞18+🔞

CW : yandere, heavily implied Stockholm syndrome, spanking, choking, overstimulation, semi public area.

Lemme know if I missed anything!🔞

You had been so good! So well behaved too and what better reward than showing you off? Granted you will still be close to him and have a claim on you. But what’s the worst that can happen?

He dressed you so cutely too! Sun dresses were the perfect balance of casual and classy, those white thigh highs with hearts and flats to go with it make the whole outfit!

Oh and that new collar he bought you that matched! With a bright pretty heart shaped tag that had his name and number on it like you’d ever get lost!

Only the best for his beloved darling.

“You look so verrry cute! My beloved darling is just perfect!” Emmet coos, hugging you tightly and leaving kissing all over your face.

“Thank you Em.” You giggle, leaning into his affection.

“Hm I wonder if we have any bracelets to cover those marks on your wrist, I’m sorry I left you tied up for sooo long.” You watch as he runs around looking for the perfect set of brackets to hide the cuff marks.

You’d think with it being so long they would’ve healed by now.

“Perfect! The gold matches your collar perfectly, are you ready darling? Remember don’t stray far from me.”

“Of course.”

And you two were off to the office party.

All his colleagues were there and some with their families.

Emmet’s grin turned smug with all the looks you two were getting. You look so precious with your arm hooked around his.

Emmet always knew you were a looker and is proud to admit that. You’re his partner after all, and he wants everyone here to know it.

People came up to speak to both of you, some asked how you two met which he was happy to talk about. Love at first battle, truly!

But you also had other walk up to talk to you, you are their boss’s girl after all, it was only natural.

But after a few hours he noticed you weren’t against his side anymore. Looking to see where you were he feels his breathing catch in his throat.

You look so content with another man touching your arm, giggling and smiling at whatever you two are talking about.

Emmet can feel his blood boiling, rage over taking him as he watches this man trail his hand up and gently tug on your collar.

This was suppose to be a reward for being a good pet, and this is how you want to be? Fine, two can play at this game.

“Terribly sorry, but me and my wife must be off!” He grabs your arm and waves everyone off.

“But Em we-“

“Daring, aren’t we?” His cold tone made you quiet.

Emmet pulls you out of the party but not out of the building, taking you down a hallway right to his office.

He shoves you in and locks the door.

“Now what was that?” Emmet’s grin is nothing but filled with malice.

“What was what?” You try to hide your smile, knowing what’s coming next

“Oh you want a punishment, don’t you? Well darling happy to provide, after you let another man touch what’s mine.”

You moan when he grips the ring of your collar and yanks you towards him. Slamming his lips against yours and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

His hands slide up your legs and grasp the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and dropping you on his desk. Breaking the kiss with a yelp once you felt the hard wood of the desk beneath you.

“I’m going to make sure you and everyone else in the building knows you’re mine.”

Emmet rips your underwear off you. Grabbing your thighs before yanking you down so your flat on your back and ass hanging off the desk.

“Aw my little darling, wet already? You were thinking about this weren’t you?” Emmet teases. Flipping your dress up he crouches down and settles himself between you legs.

Hands gripping your legs to keep them apart, cooing when he sees how your slick trickles down and onto the floor. Emmet leans in and gives an attentive lick, then another before he spits on your hole, wrapping his arm around your hips to hold you still. Freeing up his other hand up, he moves two fingers to rub your spit covered hole, pushing them in while he sucks on your clit.

You feel him hum against you while you squirm, hand over your mouth to try and stay quiet. But emmet isn’t going to help you.

In fact he pushes his fingers in to the last knuckle, thrusting them in your slowly before crooking the upwards. Laughing against you when your back arches.

The loud and wet sounds coming from your cunt while Emmet finger fucks you are obscene. You can’t hold back your sounds anymore when you lightly sucks your pulsing nub.

“F-fuck!” It feels so good, you’re almost there!

“Noooo!” You whine when he pulls away from your dripping pussy.

You quickly silence yourself as he grips your chin and gets eye level with you, his silver eyes glowing in the dim light of the office.

“You will take what I give you, understand?”

“Yes sir.” You just want to cum so badly.

“Good little darling.” He leans back up, moaning as he licks his fingers clean.

You hear the sound of his pants dropping. You squirm, already so pent up and just wanting him to fuck you.

His cock is already drooling, he is just addicted to you! He grinds himself against you, making sure his dick is coated in your slick.

“Mm, do you think that bastard will hear you? I think so, in fact? I hope so.”

That was you only warning before he slams himself into you. He laughs and coos in between his own gasps.

While you toss your head back and scream out, the pleasurable burning of the stretch he gives you. It’s too much.

Emmet keeps his eyes locked where you two meet, you’re clenching him so tightly! And gushing too. He must’ve not given you enough time to wind down before starting.

“Are you cumming already? Such a naughty darling!” He bites back his own moan and starts a rough pace.

He shows no mercy, fucking you through your orgasm. You keep crying out, legs around his hips, arms around his shoulders, clawing and gripping at his coat.

“Listen to you, you sound like suuuch a whore! Mmhm! My whore is so good at taking my cock.”

He angle’s his hips and shifts your hips higher to repeatedly abuse and slam against that sweet spot inside you.

You squeal, tears filling up your eyes from all the pleasure.

“Your whore! Only yours!” You’ve been through this long enough to know what he wants.

“Ah! My darling.” Emmet leans down and gives you a sloppy kiss.

You hold him close. Eye squeezing shut, your sounds muffled by his intense wet kiss. You throw you head back once more.

“Cumming! Please!” You don’t know what you’re pleading for.

He doesn’t slow down. He moves a hand from your waist to you clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

Emmet’s mouth is agape, drool dripping down, his face as flushed as yours, he can’t get enough of the feeling of you.

Especially the way you cum, like now, back arched, hips grinding against him for more, sounding like a cock hungry whore.

“So good f’me! Mm maybe I can make you louder.”

“W-wait, Emmet, please do-“

He was already pulling out of you, flipping you over, hands gripping your hips, making sure your chest is flat against his desk and ass in the air before he plunges back into you.

“You’re gonna cum for again like a good girl.”

Your collar’s tag jingles loudly with the rough movements. You yelp when you feel his hand connect harshly against your ass.

“Ooo I liked those sounds.” You can only squeal with each smack.

His thrusts constantly hitting your end, the pain of his smacks mixing with the pleasure.

Your ass is burning by the time he stops. Your collar is a little twisted after all this, which is perfect for him.

You feel Emmet lean over a little before your collar is turned, the d-ring now facing him, and with a quick pull your back bows out.

“Now normally I like my hands around your throat, but this works.” He pants. Your choked gasps and strained moans going straight to his cock. His teeth digging into your exposed shoulder and side of your neck.

You grip the edges of the desk, eyes rolling back. You move your hips with his. He lets go of your collar allowing you to breath.

You gasp for air, sobs quickly mixing with your breathing.

“G-gonna cum! It’s too muuch! Emmet! Fuck!”

“That’s right, cum for me.” He moans

He slips a hand down to play with your sensitive pussy once more.

Crying out with you as you both cum.

“Such a good pretty girl! My darling! All mine!”

His cum fills you up, almost too much as it drips onto the floor.

You fall limp, chest heaving.

“Em.” Your voice was so soft and hoarse while you blindly reach for one of his hands.

He lays carefully on top of you, taking a hold and placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Are you alright enough to make it home?”

You numbly nod your head. Emmet rubs your cheek with the back of his other hand.

“Good, cause you’re walking out of here with my cum dripping out of you, your torn underwear is useless to you, buuut it’s staying with me.”

You flush l, it’s going to be so embarrassing to do so, but at least this punishment was lighter than the last.

But the look in his eyes tells you it’s just starting.

#🔞🔞🔞#this one is for you Ro!#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon fanfic #pokemon smut #pokemon emmet x reader smut #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon emmet #yan emmet #smut

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itsstormyskyz · 1 year

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I was reaaaally bored a few months ago so I made an Omori au and now i think its time to share it with you all :D

FOUNTAIN AU

So this is basically fnaf Into the Pit but not really

also go easy on me i came up with most of this when i had the flu

So the au starts before the stairs incident, before the recital, and everybody is hanging out at the old handout spot (not the treehouse, the one by the pond/lake thing with the statue)

Mari and Hero are talking on the picnic blanket while Aubrey and Kel are running around playing tag or something

Sunny and Basil are sitting on the dock while Basil points out some of the water plants that he sees, while Sunny watches in awe.

Aubrey and Kel’s game turns into an argument and Kel runs backwards to the dock to try and avoid Aubrey’s fists

Mari sees this and warns him to be careful, he could slip or push Sunny or Basil off, and Hero joins in the calls.

Kel doesn’t seem to hear and accidentally knocks Basil into the water.

Mari was already on her feet and jumps in after him, leaving the others on the surface panicking.

✨Here is where the main part of the au starts✨

So Mari pulls Basil out of the water and drags his sputtering form to the picnic blanket. Its a different time of day, which Mari worriedly noticed. How long had they been underwater?

So they both dry off and wait a bit before going home, and they are confused by the fact that none of their friends were there anymore.

After a few confused hours of questioning sanity and reality, a figure runs through the trees towards them. He is a Stranger, a bit taller than Mari. Looks familiar, but his body is swarmed by a black, stringy darkness, one that gives of the emotions of fear and depression. Neither of them could see any features on his body but two glowing white eyes.

The Stranger looks nervous, and stops before the blanket, panting, almost as if he was scared of touching it. He stutters as Mari asks him who he is. “I-i-i, um… Oh no…” He starts muttering to himself. “I-i, oh boy… not already… its only been three years… get it together! Y-you’ve done this before!”

He seems to get his shit together as he shakes out his arms.

“I don’t h-have time to explain. Please f-follow me. You can trust me.”

Mari and Basil share a confused and concerned glance before agreeing that they have no idea what is going on, and an inky escort wouldn’t be too bad.

So they follow the figure into the trees and a hand bag they didn’t see on the boy before swirled into existence as the Stranger started to pull out different items of clothing.

Finally, he settled on a pair of glasses, a hairtie, a gardening hat, identical to the one that Basil wears during spring, and a purple cardigan.

Mari and Basil are really confused, and only become more baffled when the Stranger hands the clothes to the two.

“You’re gonna need these if you are going to be walking around here. Please trust me M- um, people.”

Mari noticed the stumble on words and called him out on it, but the boy didn’t reply.

She sighed and pulled the cardigan over her shirt and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Basil tried on the glasses, but they fell of his face nearly immediately so Mari, with a laugh, added that to her outfit as well. Basil took the gardening hat, and with a bit of glee, he noticed it looked exactly like the one that he owned.

Mari went back to interrogating the Stranger as Basil sat by a tree. Questions like “who are you?” and “why do we need disguises when we live here?” and “where are our friends? Do you know them?” None of them went answered, and it looked like the Stranger’s inky shadow was growing with each remark.

Mari, frustrated, went and sat by Basil. The Stranger suddenly perked up as the three could hear mocking shouts arise from the entrance of the hangout place.

The Stranger turned around and for a second, Mari noticed a flicker of fear and relief show on the boy’s blue eyes as he quickly sat down by her and the now sleeping Basil.

Wait. Blue?

Mari didn’t have time to wonder what was going on as the mocking shouts got closer. They were calling for somebody. The trees started rustling and Mari could make out about 5 voices getting closer.

A group of people burst through the trees as the Stranger’s shadows seemed to flee into the trees, leaving a pale boy with medium length blond hair and a pink flower sitting there, looking rather scared and uncomfortable.

Holy mother of- IS THAT BASIL? Mari thought in shock and confusion. But how? He’s right beside me!

“Well well well, Basil. Who are these two?”

Annnd that is where i will end it off! I hope you enjoyed this little snippet of what this au has to offer! I may even release the designs soon 😏

#omori au #omori #omori basil #omori mari #omori stranger #Omori Fountain Au #omori hooligans #TIME TRAVEL BABYYYYY #I live laugh love Mari in this au #she is basically Babil’s mom figure #Yes we are calling 12 year old Basil Babil so I don’t get confused during writing #And it has only been like three years since the incident #So Sunny aint movin yet #Dont worry kel and Hero fans i promise you will get your fill of interactions #Also aubrey fans #she is a main character

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writingbyclem · 1 year

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Event Prep [WKM]

Concept: when MayorAttorney infects the brain, you write. as does one when friends blorbo rots your brain too AHDHAHS. @oswinunknown you know. you know.

Damien walked along the street, cane gently clicking against the pavement. If he was being completely honest, he was a little… nervous. The mayor had one of his first proper events coming up, the first of such where he was actually mayor. Many of his council would be in attendance. As would Oz. That’s actually who he was heading to see, currently. That’s why he was stubbornly walking along the street on a frosty morning to get to the Attorney’s home.

Oswin had kindly offered to assist Damien in finding appropriate attire for the event, since it was his first one as a political official, not Master Whitacre, eligible bachelor.

He came into sight of the house. It was painted brown, with a green door and white windows. A small garden that was rather obviously well cared for sat out front. Damien slowly made his way to the door and knocked, waiting for him to answer. Unsurprisingly, he fiddled with his cane as he waited.

The District Attorney answered the door a few moments later. Greeting Damien with a large grin.

“Ah! Damien, dear. You made it! Come in, come in, it’s a little chilly out there today, hm?” Oz spoke softly, taking Damien’s coat for him.

“A-Ah. Yeah.” Flushed Damien, at the hospitality. “Little chilly but nothing I can’t handle.”

“Oh I’m sure, dear. How’s your leg feeling though?” Queried Oz, walking into the kitchen to finish the coffees he’d started making.

Damien followed him like a puppy.

“It’s alright.” Nodded Damien.

“Splendid! Let’s get to outfits then.”

Oz led Damien into his room, it was relatively spacious with green design and also had a very large bookshelf. A railing of smart looking attire stood in the centre.

“Now, I did get your size right? Didn’t I?” Hummed Oz, looking through the rack.

“Pardon?” Replied Damien, watching him.

“You’re a Masc Medium?” Spoke Oz.

Damien nodded, flushing slightly.

“Yeah. I am.”

He hadn’t told him that-

“Good. I figured we could try on some outfits and see what fits for the event, dear.”

“Y-Yeah. That sounds alright to me.”

“Wonderful, dear.”

It took about two hours for the pair to find appropriate outfits for the event. Damien’s leg was rather sore by the end of it all, but they didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere by admitting so.

That all came crashing down though when he made one small wince as he turned, and Oz picked up such.

“Need to sit dear?” He asked.

“No. I’m alright.”

Oz frowned, looking at Damien’s leg. It was shaking slightly.

“Mm, I don’t think so mister mayor.”

The attorney stepped over and despite Damien’s protests, sat the Mayor down in his bed.

“I’m fine.” Pouted Damien. “I walked here fine.”

“Dames, you walked here? That was silly.” Scolded Oz, lightly. “No wonder you’re in pain.”

Damien looked at his lap bashfully.

“..Sorry.”

“Well, you can’t change it now dear. I’m gonna help you feel better.”

Damien looked up to him, curiously.

“How so?”

“With a method known as tender, love and care.” Smiled Oz.

“What about the outfits?” Frowned Damien. “You still haven’t chosen.”

“Well, we got you one and that’s all that matters to me hun. Let’s get you feeling better.”

Damien watched as he sat down on a chair at the end of the bed, gently removing Damien’s shoes from his feet. Then focusing on his pained leg.

He rolled up Damien’s pant leg and gently checked it over. It was red and tense.

He cooed over it softly, gently starting to massage at the tense spots of pain.

Damien signed in relief, relaxing into the pillows. Rather embarrassed by his willingness to listen to Oz and enjoyment of his soft care.

The attorney praised Damien with compliments and soft words, encouraging the mayor to relax.

By the time Oz had finished, Damien was snuggling into his pillows dopily, too relaxed to process his embarrassment. His leg hadn’t felt so good in forever. Oz chuckled, taking in his face. He gently got up and sat next to Damien on the bed.

“How about you take a nap, dear? I’ll be right here. I will have our outfits sent to the cleaner and dinner ready, M’kay?”

“M’kay.” Giggled Damien, tiredly with a yawn burying his face into Oz’s pillow more.

Oz chuckled, kissing the man’s hand softly before waiting for him to fall asleep completely before getting up.

It was certainly going to a situation when the Mayor woke up and recalled what had transpired in a more lucid headspace.

A flustered, adorable, Damien-esque situation.

#me #my blog #wkm spoilers #who killed markiplier writing #wkm writing #wkm #who killed markiplier #markiplier

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moemoemammon · 3 years

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yay! requests are open! y'know that thing where the s/o being so weak for their partner? I wanted to request the demon bros being weak for their s/o? does that make sense?

like, for example, MC would pout a little, and say 'pwease 🥺' and the demon bros would be like, 'yes, go on, what do you want from me? would you like my-' they'd just be so weak for mc.

I hope that makes sense! also, if it's too much characters, you can just do mammon and satan :) thank you ;3

Their One Weakness: MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer is known as the cruel eldest of the brothers. A sadist whose word is law, whose will can only be bent by Lord Diavolo himself. And yet since you came to the Devildom, all you ever seemed to do was the opposite of what he asked. Yet he still came to love you. He wonders if he spoils you too much...

Especially when you always seem to get your way one way or another. When you proposed the chaotic idea of a massive get together between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, Lucifer immediately said no. It’d be way too noisy and he had things to do.

But THEN... You fixed him with those damn EYES of yours.... The big eyes filled with sparkles and hopes that pleaded to him.... stop staring at him with them big ol eyes-

Lucifer REFUSES to acknowledge how cute you are when you look at him like that. Well, verbally anyway. You look like a kicked puppy...and he loves puppies...

"............I suppose if we prepare right now and get a dinner menu ready, it could be possible. And if you pout any harder you might pull a muscle, and I doubt I could explain that to Lord Diavolo. Now, go tell the others what you have planned."

Mammon

Mammon is practically the biggest MC simp in the world. You always occupy his thoughts any time of the day. 'Oh, MC would probably like one of these'. 'MC's always eatin' this for lunch. I'll grab one.' 'This would be way less borin' if MC were around...'

But as the Tsundere 🤢 king of the Devildom, there's no way he'll admit to any of that! So what if he's head over heels for you?! That doesn't mean he's gonna be all weak in the knees the moment you-

Wait, you're saying that because he lost a bet yesterday and promised he'd take you out to Ristorante Six and pay for the whole thing, now he's gotta pay up?!?! No way! He doesn't remember what you're talking about, and that voice recording you've got on your phone is clearly fake!

Mammon's dead set on weaseling out of his promise, until you freeze him in place with your pouty face... then you hit him with a "please..?" and the Avatar of Greed swears he might die right then and there.

"Tch..! Damn it, I ain't got a choice when ya look at me like that!!! What're ya playin' at, pulling' my heartstrings like that?! Hurry up and get dressed so we can go! A-and ya better eat your fill, too!"

Levi

The founder of the top secret MC Cult Fanclub, there's not much that could keep Levi from becoming putty in your hands. He's used to idolizing the objects of his affection, and you're no exception!

So when it comes to bending to your will, he's definitely the easiest. Except when it comes to n-...normie stuff...

Seriously, do you think someone like HIM should be going to The Fall?!?! No way! Not in a million, billion, trillion years!!!! You shouldn't get him to go to that crowded club even if you dragged him there!!!

Then... you hit him with the cute act... You declare your loyalty to him as his beloved Henry, fixing him with a pleading look that shoots him straight through the heart, and... GAH, HE'S GOT NO CHOICE!!!!!

"At... at least help me choose something to wear..! I don't know how I'm supposed to dress for normie stuff like this!!! Aaah... I wanna stay home, b-but when you say something like that, I just can't win-!"

Satan

Satan openly admits to how he likes to spoil you. It's cute seeing how big your grin becomes when he gives you something you wanted, and how happy you are when he takes you out for the evening.

But there are some things even he doesn't want to do, like when you suggest going to a chess tournament with Lucifer. You've been pressured by Lucifer wanting to attend, but figured it'd be easier to sit through with someone else. So why not Satan, who'd mentioned liking chess?

Yeah... he'd go if Lucifer weren't involved. As much as he'd love to go and pull some strings to ruin the match for the dear eldest, he's got something else planned involving a well timed glue bomb and Lucifer's study. So he'll pass.

Or so he thought, until you started poking your fingers together and mentioned how you'd hoped you could both enjoy it together. Kind of like a date..? Gah, his heart and its weakness for unconventional dates-!!!!

"...I... suppose I could go. It’d be nice to study how Lucifer plays, so I can finally beat him. Don't you think the look on his face will be priceless? And if you're there as well, I'll be able to stomach watching his face for an hour."

Asmo

Asmo LOVES you more than aaanyone!! There's no one who loves you more, you know? Why, he wants to involve you in every aspect of his life, and actively tries to do just that! He's even tried dragging you into the tub with him a few times...

And when it comes to spoiling you, he loves it! He's always the one being spoiled, so it makes him giddy when he can give a little back. If there's anything you want from him, just tell him and he'll make it happen!

Eh? You want to play fangol? With HIM?? Um... pass. You know he just got his nails done, right? Asmo's not really a fan of running around with a ball and getting knocked to the ground, so... no thanks! ❤️

Wait, don't make that face! What're you looking so glum for?? He'll kiss your sadness away, and- Eh?! You don't want a kiss?? You really wanna play THAT badly?????

"....You really don't have me mistaken for Beel, right..? You really want to play with ME? ...Haaaah, fine! I'll play one game with you, and in exchange, you have to spend all of tomorrow with moi! Sounds good, right~? Now let me see if Satan will let me borrow some of his clothes...urgh..."

Beel

As a 'go with the flow' guy, there's not much Beel won't do with you, even if it's not really something he's interested in. As long as he has you around and a surplus of snacks, he's fine with anything.

Until you suggest going to Majolish to try on some stylish outfits. You mention how Beel wears variations of the same thing all the time, so it's time for an update! He thinks you're spending too much time with Asmo...

Beel isn't really into tight, itchy, stiff fabrics like the 'stylish' things they sell at Majolish, and decides he'd much rather go to Hell's Kitchen instead. He's hungry. Are you hungry?

'Stop changing the subject'? Ah.. damn it 😔 Wait, now you're saying you just wanted to buy fancy outfits because you were planning to take him to Ristorante Six?! You can't tell if he's blushing over your consideration or the idea of food, but now Beel's looking through the clothes with earnest.

"I didn't know you were the winner of that 'all you can eat' coupon lottery. When I didn't win I was pretty upset, but I'm glad to know it was you. Even if these clothes are weird, I'll wear them. Can you pick something good for me?"

Belphie

Belphie likes to spoil you in more subtle ways, instead of simping as hard as his brothers. He's still as much of a sucker for you as they are though, much to his dismay. All you have to do is smile and you've got him wrapped around your gross human finger.

But when you mention wanting to go biking with Lord Diavolo and wanting him to come along, Belphie suddenly discovers that his ears don't work anymore. Anyway, goodnight-

Hey, stop poking him like that. Can't you see an deaf man is trying to sleep here?? And what's with that face..? You're pouting so hard you look like you're going to explode. It's cute, but Belphie can close his eyes an not see it.

But then you scoot into bed with him and hold him from behind, and the sleepy demon starts feeling his resolve crumble. You have some dirty tactics, huh..? Getting all cozy with him just because he's got a soft spot for you...

"...............Why Diavolo of all people..? I'd prefer anyone over him. Ugh... Hey, they still rent out those two person bikes, don't they? I'll only go if I can ride on that with you. I'll sit right behind you and cheer you on, okay? ..What's with that look? I'm joking...maybe."

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i hate you, i love you.

↳ gojou satoru/fem!reader

1/2 — stuck in a loop of frat parties and constant hookups, gojou finds a way to make you come into terms with your feelings by breaking both of your hearts along the way

genre. angst, smut, fwb, college au, 18+

tags/warnings. fratboy!gojou, baddie!reader, commitment issues, profanity, alcohol/intoxication, usage of drugs, smoking, explicit smut, ffm threesome, hate fucking, slapping, degradation, fellatio + cunnilingus, voyeurism, unprotected

notes. purely self-indulgent also bc so many requested for a college au? i donut like my writing for this one but here goes :) reblogs appreciated!

fic art -> masterlist -> next

8PM.

No, 9.

Or was it 10PM? Your eyes barely adjusted from the faint light that passed through your window. The blanket of stars adorning the dark skies confirmed that it was now nighttime and you realized that you had just woken up from a long afternoon nap since you came back from a 3-hour lecture of Psychology 201.

God, you hated college sometimes. A single day could drain the hell out of you even if you had to just sit there and listen to the professor talk about things that you probably should pay attention to had your mind not chosen to wander elsewhere beyond the four corners of the auditorium. To be fair, you were not to blame that your subconscious still lingered towards the ex that shaped you into becoming the woman that you were now. It had been awhile since you last got a glimpse of him in one of his football matches and it certainly wouldn’t hurt to think about him once in a while.

Luckily for you, it was a Friday night where all the fun usually happened. There were no morning classes to worry about the next day so you had all night to be surrounded by the company of your favorite people.

Your roommate had already returned to your dorm when you sat upright in bed, stretching your arms concurrent to your yawn. “What time’s it?” you inquired in a raspy voice before you raked your fingers through your hair.

“It’s ten-thirty,” was Mackenzie’s answer as soon as she sat on her side of the bed. Her dark brown hair was neatly tied into a ponytail that better suited her seraphic face.

Realizing the time, you rushed out of bed to head straight to your closet. “Shit. Ieri’s gonna kill me.”

You went through piles of clothes, recalling what outfit you’ve recently worn to ensure that you weren’t going to pick it for tonight. You somehow ended up with a butterfly top to match your flared pants, allotting yourself a 15-minute limit to do your make up. For the amount of times you’ve been into parties, this was child’s play.

Mackenzie’s curious eyes followed you while you changed your clothes in haste. For a good girl who prioritized her academics above all, it must be amusing for her to watch you. “You’re going there again?”

You hummed in response, now doing your eyeliner in front of a mirror. “You wanna come?” Quite certain you were that parties were not her scene but the hesitance that danced in her eyes made you wonder if she was finally going to give in. “Come on, Kenz. We’re juniors. Learn to have fun.”

By the time you were finishing your make up with a lipgloss, she then timidly brought up, “Is Gojou gonna be there?”

Satoru? You didn’t hold back at how fast you whipped your head to match her curious eyes. “Yeah, why?”

Of course, he was going to be there. It was his world. Let alone the fact that he actually lived in the frat house so his presence was to be expected because he was the goddamn vice president of their fraternity. You couldn’t even deny that some of the thirsty college girls would go there just to catch sight of him. On the other hand, what fed your curiosity was Mackenzie’s newfound interest towards the white-haired man. Since when was she intrigued about Satoru?

She wouldn’t exchange eye-contact but still opened her mouth to ask, “Nothing, um... You guys aren’t dating, right?”

Dating. You couldn’t exactly call it dating per se. College was a nest of fuck buddies and toxic relationships. The percentage of hookups were far exceeding more than those who were in committed relationships. Although you’ve known Satoru for a year now, you didn’t really consider heading to the commitment lane with the man. He probably had the same sentiments. After all, you two could hardly be seen together outside of parties.

So with a smirk, you crossed your arms and put on a front. “Kenz, it’s easier if you just say you like him.” Her shoulders became less tensed when you played it off with a smile. “You have bad taste and no, we’re not dating. I’d have him talk to you if you come to the party tonight, though.”

The apple of her cheeks enhanced her beautiful features after hearing your answer. “Next time, I guess. I have papers to work on and I just wanted to know more about him because he’s in my class and—”

“Yeah, I get it. Hot flirty guy that girls can’t help but have a crush on.” Frankly, you were tired of hearing it from almost all of the girls in the campus. Satoru Gojou was a household name. Tall, handsome, charming—they would often say that he was the very definition of eye-candy. To you, he was just him.

But who were you to refrain your roommate from being one of the many girls that have fallen for his irresistible charms?

“Is he not your type?” she then asked, laying in bed with elbows propped above her pillows as though she was ready to hear her bedtime story. “If I was friends with him, I’d probably be twice as attracted. I like it when he smiles.”

Right, you suppressed a snort. You somehow found it weird that she was crushing on him but the irritation rising in the back of your throat was unnecessary all the more.

“Can never be me.” Your response was a playful shrug as you spent a few more minutes talking about Gojou just to feed Kenzie’s interests. What’s his type? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he a player? You couldn’t escape the fusillade of questions without lying just to not shatter the daydreams that she was forming in her head.

Satoru was never an ideal boyfriend and it was the hard cold truth. He was irresponsible, immature, and incapable of handling serious emotions. All he wanted to do was to bang bitches and get wasted every weekend, neither was he the relationship type to stay loyal to one girl. Still, with women like Mackenzie who were ready to give up everything for him, you wanted to offer them hope that maybe they could also get a spark of his attention someday.

Someday, because for now you had it all.

Had you arrived at midnight, it wouldn’t be much of a problem because the party was only starting when you walked inside the frat house. ‘Alpha Zeta Phi, where the beers are cold and the women are friendly.’ This was your usual sanctuary for the weekends and the party ambiance was nothing new to you. You were far accustomed to the dancing neon lights and the crowd of swaying bodies as the guys and girls bopped to the echoing music, thinking of nothing but wasting another night of their college lives by drowning themselves in alcohol.

Tonight, the song Disco Inferno vibrated through the walls of the basement as you made your entrance inside. It was packed with people ranging from freshmen to seniors; some were mindlessly dancing, some were making out on one corner, and some were playing drinking games in groups. Almost immediately, you spotted a few of your acquaintances who all had red cups in their hands and needless to say that they were either tipsy or high. The bass-boosted music overpowered their voices but you were able to discern a few of their sentences.

“What’s up, Y/N?” a guy greeted, though you barely recalled his name.

“Hey, girl!”

“Yo, nice to see you!”

You returned their enthusiasm by either smiling or nodding your head in acknowledgment, that was until your eyes caught sight of Shoko Ieiri and the rest of the gang who were playing beer pong by the poolside. She was quick to point towards you with a cigarette on her hand and a red cup on the other.

“Bitch, took you long enough.” She grinned, embracing you before offering a cup of vodka mix that you quickly chugged. The liquor burned your throat as you gulped it down. “These two idiots already played a couple rounds.”

Suguru raised his hands to feign innocence. “Satoru’s idea, but he kept losing.”

You could only smile, shaking your head at how early they started drinking. Satoru, Satoru, you called him in your head as you looked around. Where are you?

There he was, arms draped around two girls in bikinis, now discarding his flock of hoes the moment his eyes landed on you. He was undeniably handsome with his red snapback and half-buttoned shirt that allowed a peek into his toned chest. No wonder those girls were all over him. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend so seeing him with other women should never be a big deal. You were free to talk to other guys all the same. Everyone in the house knew that Satoru was a ladies’ man but he would drop every single one of them whenever you showed up. It was the expected dynamic between two friends in an exclusive exchange of benefits.

It was around the same time last year when you first met him through Shoko. You were fresh from a painful breakup back when you started to get involved with Satoru. You were looking to fill the void that your ex left and he was looking for a consistent fuck buddy who would never fall in love with him. Our love is transactional, he once said to you, highlighting how the relationship was give and take.

He was the kind of man who get easily bored with women and could replace them like underwear. The reason he stayed with you was because you were never asking for more. Simply put, you knew your place because he hated girls who wanted to tie him down, he hated girls who tried to control him. You? You were just there for the physical comfort. Transactional just as he described, with you benefiting from him and him benefiting from you.

The relationship worked because you never truly caught feelings for him. Never. You knew which lines you shouldn’t cross and so did he.

“There’s my favorite hooker,” he teased, earning sniggers from his friends before he leaned in to press his lips onto yours. Soft, sweet lips that kissed you with fervor. He also adjusted his red snapback as he pulled away, “What’s good, baby?”

You rolled your eyes when you felt his hand giving your bum a wanton squeeze. “You’re drunk this early?”

The naughty grin plastered on his face already gave you an answer. He didn’t even hesitate in having your waist caged around his arms. His hot breath reeked of alcohol and it tickled your neck while he trailed kisses up to your jawline. “You look so fucking hot.”

You were sober enough to see all eyes on the two of you. The modern day Bonnie and Clyde like how they described, as you and Gojou were envied by many during frat parties. Perhaps it was why most people were putting you on a pedestal because you were seen as a property of the most popular frat guy in college. He had a reputation on his own and you were dragged into it like a queen all for her king.

“Get a room!” Shoko whined from the other side of the table next to a grinning Suguru Getou. The two were rearranging the red cups into a triangle to prepare yet another game of beer pong while Satoru was getting all handsy with you.

This time, you decided to join the game and pushed Satoru off with so much of a complain because he wouldn’t stop feathering kisses on your neck. “Satoru, later,” you insisted, though he kept his arm around you as you two faced your friends on the other end of the table. “Loser gets to give us molly.”

“It’s on!” Suguru challenged, holding a pingpong ball like a pro. “I’ve got a couple from Spencer.”

Spencer, the current president of the fraternity, was back inside the house urging all of their pledges to do a keg-stand as part of their hazing. The rest of their frat brothers were all doing their own thing. Some were getting high on a corner, some were getting their dicks wet in God knows where.

Gojou chose to be here to play with you as he managed to land the pingpong ball in one cup. Each turn allowed you to drink every time Shoko and Suguru got a shot of their own, always keeping a playful but competitive stance. With every cup you drank, you were starting to get more and more intoxicated. Your confidence was high up the ceiling as you started undulating your body to the thumping rhythm of the music. It was Drop It Like It’s Hot by this time when you threw the pingpong ball to your target.

“Saw your ex here,” Satoru informed you while you were aiming your ball at the last four cups on Shoko’s side. He had his palms pressed flat on the table, glancing at your lips down to your plunging neckline. “Did you see him?”

You remained taciturn at the mere mention of your ex. Why was it important for Satoru to know? “So what if he’s here,” you mumbled, drinking the liquor straight without chaser. Your head was becoming dizzier by the second.

Satoru sneered and was about to say something more until the blonde and blue-eyed Brooke came to snake her arms around his torso. Tipsy? She looked like she was under the influence as her lids drooped down. The lazy smile on her face was still there when she looked up at Satoru’s face as if he was the prettiest man she had ever seen.

“You said you were gonna have fun with me,” she slurred, clinging to your man like you weren’t there. You tried as much to focus on shooting the goddamn pingpong ball while Satoru was playing house with Brooke next to you.

“Yeah, we will. Later.” His hand rubbed her lower back and lingered on the slope of her ass. You already averted your eyes to not see whatever else he was doing with her.

Unknown to you, Suguru and Shoko were teasingly nudging each other as they closely studied the expression on your face. Did you look annoyed? You didn’t even say anything but their playful gazes were meant to gauge on your reaction.

“Jealous?” Shoko egged on, taking her last drag on the cigarette before she tossed it to the floor. “Girls were all over him before you arrived, especially Brooke. Does that make you jealous?”

Jealous? You scoffed. “Fuck, no.” And yet, Suguru offered you a knowing smirk. “I swear. I don’t even feel anything for Satoru. He’s just another man with a dick that I can easily replace.”

The ‘oohs’ that came from the two almost made you laugh. You hardly even noticed how Satoru heard everything you just said after he came back from ditching Brooke to her circle of friends. It was safe to say that he didn’t look pleased with you. “You’re not jealous but you’re talking shit?” he bitterly laughed, tossing the pingpong ball and easily shooting it in.

“Did I hurt your ego?” you responded, huffing as the tension arose. Suguru had to sip on his cup with a quick look at Shoko as they listened. “Fuck who you want, I don’t care.”

Despite his pique, the corner of Satoru’s lips upturned into a humorless smirk. “You’re not a good actress, baby.”

Shoko and Suguru traded awkward glances before the rest of you finished the game. In the end, you and Satoru won because you were able to finish off their cups so his best friend handed the molly as promised.

Gojou took the initiative to place the light blue pill on his tongue, harshly pulling you for an open mouthed kiss so he could transfer the party drug by rolling his tongue to yours. It ended with you having a steamy make out session as the drug slowly absorbed its way to your system, causing you euphoria with your heightened senses and improved levels of serotonin.

Everything became swirling images that induced your midnight rhapsody.

The next thing you knew, you were laying on top of the pingpong table while Satoru was lining a smidgen of salt on your belly. Far too high to care, but you could hear hoots coming from an audience that you never realized was there as they watched how Satoru chugged from the bottle of tequila, soon leaning down to lick and sip the salt on your bare skin in front of everyone. The warmth of his tongue earned a giggle out of you before the intense effects of ecstasy finally took over.

You couldn’t tell what time it was but the frat basement only got crowded more than ever. The heat gave you beads of sweat and it urged Satoru to rid himself of his shirt to be bare-chested as you allowed your hips to grind against his crotch, moving in the same rhythm as the deafening music that resonated through the house.

The amount of jealous gazes that you received from the other girls made you scoff in your head. They were frustrated of another failed attempt to coax Satoru into sleeping with them because you were the biggest cockblock of all. You had the man wrapped around your fingers just like always.

“Baby, wanna go to my room?” Satoru drunkenly whispered on your ear, looping his finger on your pants to have you feel his growing bulge against your buttocks.

Despite the kaleidoscope of colors that left you in a euphoric daze, you turned around and nodded. “Okay, baby.”

That was how you found yourself naked in his bed, legs spread wide open while you were taking a drag on your cigarette to watch him do all the work. Your other hand held a tight grip on his white hair as he sunk his head between your thighs to give your inner folds a lavish suck. Swirling his tongue around your clit, encasing the sensitive bud between his plump lips—you were nothing but a moaning mess. He loved it as much as you did. The familiarity of your taste, the wetness of your core, and the titillating cries that you were trying hard to suppress.

You were in a trance-like state, staring at the blue LED lights that faintly illuminated his room as he continued lapping his tongue deeper in your entrance. The slurping sounds echoed through his four walls and you were shamelessly arching your back while his hands held your hips in place.

“Shit, do more,” you released another breathy moan, putting the cigarette stick between your lips only to have the smoke escape your mouth. Gojou then replaced his tongue with his hand, cupping your pussy and palming your genital in circular motions. He was entertained by the sight of you closing your eyes from satisfaction.

“I wanted to fuck Brooke tonight, you know,” he spoke in a low voice, looking down at you with a smug face as he worked on dipping two fingers deep inside your cunt. “But I’d feel bad if I left you alone.”

The hell? You snorted of disgust. If he was doing this to make you jealous, he failed. Just like his classes. “Fuck her, then. You think I give a shit?”

The muscles on his arm flexed when he curled his fingers around your velvet walls, now knuckles deep as he orchestrated his penetrative actions. “I’ll fuck her in front of you, how about that?” Your walls felt hollow when he withdrew his slick-coated fingers to grab your jaw and force you to look at his eyes. Long discarded on the ashtray was your cigarette in hand.

Fucking another girl in front of your eyes? You had to swallow your growing jealousy before they could show. “Then do it.”

He was immensely displeased. Even at that, he positioned his cock on your entrance with a face painted with vexation. “You wanna see me fuck her like this?” There was no warning when he slammed his cock inside your moistened cavern, leaving you gripping the sheets as the penetration elicited a whimper from you. “This pussy. I bet hers is tighter. Yours got loose after you let me hit it all the time.”

Your breasts were sore as it moved along with his forceful thrusts, still you didn’t hold back from slapping his cheek. “F-Fuck you,” you grunted, mouth parting open when he rutted you more heavily than the last. Frustration bathed his azure eyes just as his brows furrowed in annoyance. “Aah—Satoru!”

Fuck. Fuck, he was getting so rough.

“You’re just a whore.” Your jaw was locked on his hand while he was mercilessly pounding your cunt full of his thick cock. His girth stretched you open the more he angled his hips to reach your cervix. “Don’t ever make it seem like I’m more attached to you than you are to me. You don’t mean anything more than an easy fuck.”

Was this where his frustrations were coming from? You totally didn’t expect it and, for fuck’s sake, whoever said anything about attachments? You weren’t even thinking about it.

“I’m not attached to you, asshole,” you spat, pushing his chest while he was jostling himself harsher. “And I’ll never catch feelings for a community dick—ah, shit! Go slow!”

What the hell is wrong with him? He never usually cared about the topic of feelings and attachments. Whether it was the intoxication or the effect of drugs, you weren’t certain if he was serious about bringing it up. They said drunk people often speak their most lucid thoughts, but you didn’t know if you wanted that to be true.

One thing he was surely serious about though, was how determined he was at giving you a sore pussy with his desperate pace. It was so rough that the skin-slapping sounds were louder than his grunts. You were pulling his hair when he sucked your tit in his mouth, massaging the other breast with his hand to let your orgasm rise up slowly and gradually. Fuck, so good—you were losing your mind, and then he stopped.

He fucking stopped. He pulled his cock out of you before you could reach your high as he was now standing on the side to reach for his phone on the bedside table. Satoru started typing while you were left at sixes and sevens, completely unsatisfied in his bed. As nonplussed as you were, he was apathetic about your reaction.

“What the fuck?” you wailed, hoisting your body to sit upright. “What are you edging me for?”

“Shut the fuck up.” After he placed his phone atop his table, you two exchanged nasty glares. You didn’t know what game he was playing but he wanted to ruin you—you could see it in his eyes that he was upset with you. For what reason, exactly? The attachment thing? Wasn’t this relationship strictly no strings attached?

Unbelievable.

While you were seated in his bed wanting to argue with him, the door swung open as Brooke stumbled in with her mouth falling agape. There was only a minute of shock that went through her system when she saw you and Satoru in your nakedness.

“Hey, you called for me,” she was quick to giggle in her drunken state while Satoru hungrily met her for a heated kiss.

Things were happening way too fast before your mind could process it. You simply watched how Satoru slammed her back against the door, trapping you both in his room for his satisfaction alone. Maybe hers, too. Because Brooke was loving how desperate the guy was at unzipping her dress, immediately stripping her naked before he made her wrap her legs around his waist. The tip of his throbbing cock brushed at her entrance and you were stupefied to take in the salacious image in your head.

“Mm—!” she moaned through his lips as they swallowed each other’s face in ardency. His mouth found the smooth skin of her neck as he enveloped her on the mattress, completely discarding you on the side. “Y-Yes, fuck! Satoru!”

You didn’t expect that your heart would blaze in jealousy, the intense feeling was burning through your veins to ignite fire within your eyes. Your chest heaved when you drew in deep breaths, gathering the strength to pick up your underwear and put them on.

“D-Don’t you wanna join us?” Brooke asked, reaching for your wrist after you pulled your panties up.

Satoru momentarily halted from sucking her boob to look at you in sarcasm. “Yeah, I thought you didn’t mind?”

You didn’t. No shits given even when he started playing with her pussy with those slender fingers. No shits given even when he praised her for having the sexiest body he had ever seen.

Your pride was severely damaged but you have always been great at concealing your emotions with a huge impenetrable wall. Nothing could hurt you better than your ex did because you now learned to never give a damn about relationships.

“You’re so tight, Brooke. I’d fuck this pussy all night.” Satoru’s praises were more-so meant to injure your heart than it was to actually please her.

You hated that smug look on his face thinking that he was triumphant at evoking your jealousy. Unfortunately for him, you were ten times more toxic. How exactly could you turn the situation around? One thing. It was to show your indifference.

You showed it by pushing Satoru off Brooke, pulling the girl up to lock your lips against hers. She happily indulged herself from your soft kisses, allowing you more access as you trailed your tongue on the crook of his neck. “Women know how to please each other better, right?”

In the corner of your eyes, Gojou was amused at the sight that he started pumping his cock from the arousal he gained. What a jerk.

“You’re so pretty,” Brooke flirted, gazing at your face as you spread her legs open. She was wet and absolutely warm when you dunked two fingers inside her cunny. “Oh—yeah!”

Satoru, on the other hand, was now positioning his cock near her mouth, holding his shaft as he slapped the tip against her tongue. “Suck me.”

Very obliging, she did. Her mouth was easily wrapped around his cock, bobbing her head to suck his length while pumping the other half for his pleasure. Her cheeks were even hollowed with each ardent suck.

All the while, you and Satoru were engaged in a staring contest. He was gazing down at you while you were glaring up at him, trying to read each other’s minds to no avail. Did he think this was fun? Well, it fucking was.

Brooke’s cunt was already pink and sore as you scissored your fingers inside her cavern. Because she was busy sucking Satoru’s dick, she didn’t notice how the man affectionately stroked your hair with his fingers. Now he wanted to be soft?

“His cock’s good, right?” you asked Brooke who hummed in response, swiveling her head to take him balls deep in her mouth. You withdrew your hand from her core and lowly chuckled. “That cock’s been in my pussy every day. You should deep throat him.”

At least you were able to bury your jealousy by playing around. However, you were done with this game and you no longer wished to stay another minute through it. Satoru was too occupied at moaning Brooke’s name as you got up and put your slick-coated fingers inside his mouth so he could suck the blonde’s juices off your digits.

That was the last service you did before you wore your clothes and prepared to leave, not before you took out a packet of condom from Gojou’s drawer. You’ve slept in his room way too many times that you knew where he would hide his things.

“Use a condom and don’t nut inside her,” you reminded, unwrapping the packet with your teeth before handing it to him.

His cerulean eyes stared at you in confusion. “Where you goin’?”

“Dorm, I’m tired.” Did he expect you to sleep next to him after all this?

“No. Stay with m—” He tugged at your arm as if he cared about your departure when he was literally getting his dick sucked. The 180 turn of his emotions was absurd and you didn’t want to deal with it. “Whatever.”

You gestured towards the girl before you stepped away. “Have fun with Brooke.”

Mondays. You hated Mondays.

Mostly because you had a full load on the first day of the week and you had to attend a 7AM Humanities class. You barely even spent the weekend well because you were hungover throughout Saturday while your Sunday rendezvous was an afternoon lunch at the city with your mom.

Now you were back to being a ‘responsible’ college student by attending your classes so as not to miss any lectures because the semester was coming to an end. It was no surprise to see the lecture hall filled with students for once as everyone were desperate to catch up on the previous lectures they failed to attend.

You had no idea what Gojou was up to but you hadn’t spoken to him since that night at the frat house. He might have been too busy fucking Brooke all night but you also wouldn’t be shocked if it was just a one-night stand. Not being tied down was simply Satoru’s nature. It seemed that Brooke was aware because the girl casually greeted you this morning when she saw you rushing out of the residence halls seemingly unashamed of your situation last Friday.

And fine, maybe you were still bothered by the threesome thing but not because you had anything against Brooke. It was merely the way Satoru transitioned from being rough to inviting another girl out of spite was what somehow irked you and you did feel an iota of jealousy at the fact that he was willing to fuck another girl just to prove his point. He went from calling you a whore and telling you that you had a loose cunt to worshipping Brooke and saying she has the tightest pussy he has ever had. What kind of man would fucking say that? Intoxicated or not, he went below the belt and hurt your feelings.

The frown on your face seemed to have reflected your deep thoughts because the stranger who slid next to you was fast to point it out.

Only, when his voice slithered through your ears, you realized that this was the last man you wished to see. “Bad day?”

You turned your head to see fucking Ryomen Sukuna comfortably lounging in his seat with a football on his hand. It was for the first time in months that your heart was in complete frenzy again. The very presence of your ex was enough to clear all the thoughts you’ve just had because he was powerful enough to bring your attention solely around him.

“The fuck are you doing here?” you hissed, facing away to focus on the lecture.

You absolutely despised how you still find him handsome when he was grinning. “Because I have class here?” He was playing with the football in his hand as he looked at you. “You partied last Friday, huh?”

Remembering how Satoru mentioned that this guy was indeed at the frat house last time, he must have seen all the shit that you did while you were inebriated out of your wits.

“None of your business and,” you briefly met his amused eyes to scowl at him, “don’t fucking talk to me.”

Last time you checked, this man was a manipulative bastard. He was a serial cheater who gaslighted you into thinking that you were at fault for his disloyalty. That you were never enough, that you had to do better, that something was wrong with you. As a woman deeply in love, you gave everything to Sukuna that you endured his toxicity. You even had a fallout with your mom when you chose to live with him off-campus within your first two years in university because you were so fucking in love with him. Well, until the manipulation and the cheating happened.

The only person who helped you get out of the relationship was Shoko—always one to give you advices, always one to comfort you through your pain. Still, the trauma that you experienced from your fucked-up relationship with Sukuna made you believe that you could no longer commit to any man.

And then you met Satoru. Although there were no labels between you two, he brought in some sense of comfort. Only until last Friday night when you started to see the red flags within yours and Satoru’s beneficial friendship that it made you want to step back a little.

“I’m just talking, I’m not even doing anything,” Sukuna countered, relaxing in his seat with his bicep brushing against your arm. “Are you still that guy’s plaything?”

You scooted away. “I’m not a plaything.”

His sonorous chuckle was a melody in itself, but you weren’t swayed by it anymore. “Yeah? Did you know he punched me when I told him you were just my leftover?”

This information had you looking at his self-approving face. “What?”

“He didn’t tell you?” He glanced at your lips then back at your eyes. You already knew this trick so well. “Frankly, I’d easily punch him too but coach’s gonna put me on probation if I started a scuffle.”

Your brows creased in befuddlement. “I could care less about what you’d have done. I wanna know why you talked to him.”

There was only mirth in his eyes, one that mocked your stern visage. You wondered what business Sukuna had with Satoru, but he already answered your curiosity with an honest albeit monotonous response, “He talked to me. Dude’s asking me to stay away from you.” Indifference laced his tone as he continued. “I think it’s selfish of him since he’s fucking other bitches when you’re not around.”

Considering your rising ire, you chose to defend the white-haired man nonetheless. “We’re not tied to each other so he can do what he wants.”

“Man. If that was us before then we’d never have broken up.”

You were damn tired of this. It was clear as day that Sukuna never valued your relationship the same way you did but to remind you of it like he was pouring salt to the wound? Fucking uncalled for.

Having to bear Sukuna’s presence for three hours was a nightmare and you were swift at gathering your stuff to leave the lecture hall as soon as the class ended. You found him following your tail as you got out of the room, and much to your luck, you happened to have stumbled into a wide-eyed Satoru who seemed to have been waiting for you outside.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” Your question was ignored as he kept an unyielding look towards your jackass of an ex.

The tension grew when Sukuna placed a hand on your back to make it appear as though you had been cool around him. He knew what he was doing and he was clearly winning.

Because when you looked at Satoru, he was a minute close to punching the guy squarely on the face. “I told you to stay away from her.”

Your ex released a derisive snort. “Why should I listen to a snowflake?”

“Enough!” You were pulling Satoru’s wrist, dragging him away from Sukuna before they could have another exchange of provocation. Nothing about this had you prepared and your loud sigh was to release your exasperation.

To your surprise, Gojou bitterly snatched his wrist away from you. “You’re whoring yourself to him again?”

“Are you kidding me?” you raised your voice as you two stood outside of the building. “Stop calling me a whore, you fucking asshole. He’s the one who talked to me and I don’t even have to explain myself to you.”

Seriously, what was his deal? He was acting on the boyfriend role when he was not even appointed to be one. Why has Satoru started being weird like this? You two agreed to be in this setup. He was the one who constantly insisted that falling in love was not his thing. Never his thing. These questions bugged your head and left your brain jumbled because you couldn’t understand why he was being like this.

“If you’re getting back at me because of Brooke, that’s stupid ‘cause you said it was fine—”

“Woah,” you cut him off before he could continue, “I’m not pissed about that.”

Lies. You did feel an ounce of jealousy but that was long gone now and he didn’t seem to accept it well. That didn’t stop his hand from lacing around your fingers while his ocean orbs searched for love in yours.

“Can we just—for fuck’s sake! Let’s stop playing this game,” he said in complete submission. “Just date me. Let’s turn us into a real thing, Y/N. It could work.”

You were swallowed by your own voice as nothing came out of your parted lips knowing that the next words you would say might be something you might regret. Because for one of two things, you didn’t see this coming. Two, the idea of dating scared you.

Commitment required a lot of emotional stability and trusting your partner was another factor that you were not ready to plunge yourself into. With your previous failed relationship with Sukuna in mind, you knew you were just bound to catapult your heart back into an abyss once your relationship with Satoru did not work.

At the end of the day, he was a man. If your heart was torn asunder, it would be easy for him to find someone new but it would take you years to heal from the pain. You were already satisfied with what you were to him and he to you, so why would he ever want to ruin it?

“Satoru, I’m sorry I don’t date.”

Ironically, you might have been the one that ruined it.

Standing beneath the aureate skies was you and him, enshrouded by the amalgam of heartbreak and unfamiliar pain. Satoru’s eyes glinted of dejection as he took slow backward strides, face hardening into a stone to mask his blues.

It wasn’t just his entire countenance that changed before your eyes but also the friendship that you’ve built together for a year.

“Fine,” he answered, spitting the bitterness in his mouth through his words. “I guess your roommate would be interested to date me.”

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