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wyvernest · 10 months

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hello! i absolutely love your writing could i request smth like fem! reader with miguel where she buys a suggestive nightgown/lingere set or outfit for him and how he’d totally melt when he sees it? thank you :))

for your eyes only

pairing: miguel o'hara x wife!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship, piv, creampie, unprotected sex, spanking, slight body worship, tiddie sucking?

summary: miguel has been overworking himself, and you buy a new lingerie set to help him release some stress

divider by @cafekitsune <3

You and Miguel are on a vacation.

He had been more than stressed lately with the aching duties of leading the spider-society, but the very last thing he intended to do was to neglect you.

So naturally, he thought of ways to spend more time with you, yet every time you two would finally get into the mood, right when he was about to make you his all over again, an anomaly or a system malfunction at HQ would interrupt you, leaving you with your heart racing and him with terribly uncomfortable blue balls.

He had had quite enough.

He surprised you with the tickets several weeks ago, on one of those rare occasions on which you two happened to be alone in the intimacy of his house.

To say that you were overflowing with joy is an understatement. He assured you that while he is gone, Jess would remain in charge so things don't go downhill.

So now, here you are, packing for a long-awaited, honeymoon-replica with your beloved husband. You feel enormously grateful for his effort to make you a priority, even more so when you remember how anxious he was about abandoning his job for a while.

You want to make it worth it.

You want to make him forget about all the stress and worries. You want to be there for him, to help him, to comfort him,

to pleasure him.

After assessing all options, you decide you're more than happy with the results.

"What's gotten into you?" he inquires playfully in between your hurried, passionate kisses as you drag him into the hotel room, excitement evident in your movements.

He's clearly more than pleased to see you clinging onto him like a lifeline, his ego undeniably boosted by the desperate make out session you just pulled him into right in the hallways. The knowledge of still being able to drive you crazy so effortlessly makes him smirk into the heated kiss.

"Told you." you gasp shallowly, parting from his swollen lips as you pull at his shirt, seeking to take it off. "I have a surprise."

Taking the hem and tossing the shirt out of your way, he bends down slightly, his massive shoulders bringing his shadow upon you, intimidating but so hot.

"Tell me about it." His voice is an octave lower, deep and provoking. You have to actively fight your brain from melting into lust and hunger for him in order to remain conscious and stick with the idea.

"No need.", you push at his biceps and he complies, backing off, an eyebrow raising in slight confusion mixed with surprise.

"You just have to take a shower first."

"Ah." his mood shifts abruptly, his head tilts to the side as if to check if he really needs one.

You can't help but burst into a hearty chuckle. "No, not because of that! I just need you away for a couple of minutes."

Your eyes squint, suggestive. He doesn't fail to catch on to your request, the ideas of what you might be up to already taking form in his mind, making his eyes shine a dark red glow.

Stepping back, he heads to the bathroom, turning back to you before shutting the door.

"Be quick. I won't be long.", He warns, almost threateningly, and you can't stop yourself from growing wet at the thought that he would take you the second he's out, no matter if you're ready or not.

Coming back to your senses, you hear the water running in the shower, yet sense no movement. You know he's listening in, but you couldn't care less. Enhanced senses or not, he wouldn't possibly be able to tell that you're rushing to the luggage to snatch the lingerie set you brought just by the shuffling alone.

Or can he?

You're fast to discard your evening outfit, slipping into the set. Glancing at yourself in the hotel mirror, a nearly evil smirk takes over your face imagining his reaction. Adjusting everything in place, you look at the bright red straps around your thighs, ever slightly too tight, just to make the flesh look plumper, ready to pop out of its confinement; you look at the thin panties, inviting and bold, leaving your ass bare for his hands to play with. And finally, the pièce de résistance, the bow tie holding your breasts together, the only thing covering them.

Fixing your hair and doing the final touches to the bed, turning the lights off and lighting a couple candles, you take your place on the soft mattress.

You feel your heart racing like it's your honeymoon night, your nervousness not aided by the sound of the water tap falling silent and of him stepping out of the shower.

It only takes him a few seconds to tie a towel around his hips and push the door wide open, the bright light creeping into the room through a barely-there cloud of condensation.

The moment he spots you, he stops dead in his tracks.

"Ay, mierda.." He mumbles, more to himself, his eyes scanning your body up and down, from head to toe and back.

"So beautiful," he concludes, tone heavy with need as he approaches you slowly, eyes still not meeting yours. "And all mine."

Getting up from your spot, you meet him halfway, kneeled on the edge of the bed. Your hands fly to his massive shoulders, moving up his neck to tangle in his damp hair. He grabs your waist, the heat of his palms on the bare skin of your middle sending shivers up your spine like it's your first time together.

Nearly getting lost in the sight of him, half naked with droplets of water running down his chest, you bite your lip, breathing quickened.

"What did I do to deserve this, hm?" He whispers, eyes half lidded and voice low and sleepy. "Eres demasiado buena para mí." (You're too good to me)

He leans closer, his hot breath fanning your face.

You find it hard to gather yourself and focus on what he's saying.

"You've been working so hard lately." your voice drips into an exaggerated praise which he drinks in with the most obvious interest. "Coming home late, barely getting any time to yourself."

He leans even closer, keen on listening to you.

"You hold it all together so well," you mirror his own past voiced complaints. "You deserve so much more than a vacation."

"¿Ah, sí? ¿Cómo qué?" (Oh, yeah? What do you mean?). He insists smugly, one inch away from tasting your lips.

He wants to hear you say it.

You take his hands from your waist and pull them to slide upwards; he doesn't waste a second before he places them on each side of your breasts, pushing them together softly.

"Anything I can give you." You speak quietly, toying with the superficial knot of his towel. He closes the gap between you, his lips moving against yours with unmatched passion and want, his breathing already hot and laboured. His bare chest rises and falls against yours as he finally pulls away only to get rid of the cloth around his waist, flashing you with the image of his hardening fat cock.

Towering over you, he slowly and carefully pushes you to lie back down on the bed, crawling on top of you.

His mouth latches on to your pulse point, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin, while his warm hands travel up and down your body appreciatively.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of his cursory palm caressing your thighs, the curve of your hips, up to the soft mound of your tit, all the while his lips remain on your neck.

"Miguel-!" You moan mindlessly, and his cock twitches on your thigh, hard and heavy.

Suddenly, his hands grip your waist firmly and he flips you over so that you're on top of him.

You brace yourself on your elbows on either side of his head, arching your back. He plants a wet kiss on the tops of your breasts, still concealed by the red bow, as one of his hands moves to deliver a slap to your ass.

The hot palm maps your body like a vice, you feel as if the skin will burn and sting once his touch departs from you. He shifts and presses his lips to yours, indulgent and tender. It’s different, not nearly as greedy as before, it’s more intimate, as if you’re trading parts of your souls to each other, never to return them nor want to do so. You arch against him, crushing your chest onto his.

The second you part from him with a gasp, blissed out with the taste of him still on your lips, you shiver at the sight of his half lidded eyes, dark cocoa alight with the crimson tide you know so well, full of need and desperation.

His hands come up to your front, pulling the tie loose with a dumbfounded, sleepy smirk.

Your breasts bounce free from the blood-red ribbon. His broad hands slide to your back, pulling you into him as he takes one tit in his mouth, sucking and kissing, groaning with every breath he stops to take. You feel each sound he lets out, vibrating deep in his chest.

Breathing shallow and quickened, you let your pelvis lower until the girth of his hard cock brushes against the silky fabric of your thong.

His hips buck into you reflexively, eliciting a soft whimper out of you.

Detaching from the tender flesh of your breasts, he pulls you down to taste your lips once more, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with the way he swallows every whisper of his name that rivers into the kiss.

Unbeknownst to you, he hooks his fingers around the elastic straps around your ass and thighs, pulling on the strings only to release them, making them whip your skin with a loud smack.

You arch your back further into him, grinding into his erection in the process. He grunts abruptly, no longer able to hold back.

With expert ease, he drags at the straps holding your panties, ripping them at the joints. Before you can yelp and protest, he pushes the mushroom head of his already leaking cock into your folds.

You clench at the contact, anchoring your hands on his stout shoulders as you sink onto his dick. He watches your greedy cunt swallow him, inch by inch, until he bottoms out, his pubes brushing right against your clit.

You start rolling your hips, feeling his whole dick slip out half way only to push back in against your guts, grazing every mind-numbing nerve in its wake. You’re utterly delirious, and so is he.

His vision targets your breasts, softly swaying in his face with every mount of your body on his. He stills you momentarily, his massive arms sheathing you in a spine-tingling hold.

Muffled, pleased hums resonate in his chest, echoing against yours as he squeezes you into him, your tits pressed flush right above his collar. You let a moan crawl out of your throat as he plants rushed, desperate pecks on every spot he can lay his mouth on; your neck, your shoulders, the tops of your breasts.

The heat of his profound exhales washes over your skin, kindle to a fire. Heedlessly, you arch your back into his hold, pushing yourself into him, your body marinated into his arms the way he loves so much. He thinks he might come right then and there, no friction, no nothing. Just the feeling of you, soft and tender, mollifying further into his possessive touch with every kiss he places on you.

But soon the need for more friction gets the better of him as he starts thrusting into you from below.

You let yourself fall into his forceful arms as he drives his cock in and out of your weeping cunt, face contorting into pure pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and fucked-out eyes squinting.

The bed squeaks under his weight, the bedframe hitting the wall with ever violent push of his cock into you. You feel his abdomen flex against your stomach, his biceps pulling you impossibly close against his feverish skin.

Burying his head in the crook of your neck, his pants turn into moans as his thrusts lose rhythm and strength. It's the hottest thing that's ever reached your ears, and you moan in tandem with him as you reach your climax.

When he doesn't stop, your whole body starts burning, a blinding firework scattering on the sky.

Pushing hard into you, as deep as he can be, with a pained, breathless groan, he comes inside your still fluttering pussy. His cock pulsates into you, staining your insides white, the feeling of his warm seed short circuiting you in an aftershock.

Both of your heads nestled into each other, feverish bodies moulded together in a suffocating embrace, his lips start ghosting over your neck, a silent praise for taking him so good.

"You should wear this more often, mi vida." he breathes into your mouth.

"I would, if you hadn't ripped it." You tease back, evidently turned on by his antics.

"No te preocupes. (Don't worry.) I'll buy you more."

a/n: yes im obviously in love with the vacation with miguel trope, hope you like this<33 it turned out longer than expected

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ichorai · 2 months

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ties that bind ; nanami kento ; october 26th.

pairing ; nanami kento x reader

drabble synopsis ; nanami shows up to work smelling like you, and gojo has quite a keen sense of smell.

themes ; fluff, slice of life, established relationship (married)

warnings / includes ; more domestic vibes, nanami's Tired guys someone give him a vacation

series masterlist.

26th october, 2016

Nanami was having a long morning. Granted, the clock hadn’t even hit 9 AM yet, but he was already feeling particularly exhausted.

Possible reasons included, but were not limited to: the local bakery he usually went to for breakfast was out of his favorite kind of almond croissants, the vending machine that held his precious coffee outside of the school was out of order, forcing him to go forgo caffeine for the day, Principal Yaga informed him of an influx of village curses he needed to take care of since the school was currently short-handed on staff, and, finally, Gojo would just not stop pestering him.

The lanky, white-haired colleague of Nanami’s started off by sending roughly a dozen memes about a trendy topic he really had no interest in whatsoever. Then, when Gojo realized that Nanami had muted his messages when he no longer kept responding with: “Stop sending me these during work hours”, he took it upon himself to barge into his office and languidly splay himself across the couch situated opposite his desk and chair.

Perhaps the only saving grace of this morning, Nanami recalled, was waking up next to you—a sight he’d been blessed with for over a year now. You were still asleep when his alarm buzzed, though you mumbled something groggy and unintelligible under your breath. Knowing that you had a tiring day yesterday, your husband let you sleep for another five minutes while he slipped out from beneath the comforters to wash up. When he returned, you had curled up on his side of the bed, nose smothered into his pillow to inhale his scent. Nanami’s hand reached out to brush stray hairs away from your face, still slackened with sleepiness, but your eyes were cracked open into narrow slits.

“Hey, honey,” he whispered, voice soft as ever. “We’ve got work soon. Do you want me to drop you off?”

You worked at a local university quite close to home. Though curses weren’t particularly attracted to you, what with your easy-going and admiringly-positive demeanor, where you worked was a breeding ground for negative emotions. Stressed students and impatient professors always had universities crawling with curses of all sorts. Nanami never liked the idea of you working in such an environment.

“I think I’ll call in sick today,” you mumbled back, pushing yourself to sit up against the headboard with a lethargic wince. “I have a terrible headache… I think I might be coming down with a cold. I’ve just got to reschedule today’s lecture with the students for another day.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, brows kinking with worry as he moved to sit down next to you. “Do you need me to pick up anything for you from the pharmacy?”

“I’ll be okay,” you told him in a reassuring manner. A bright, but tired smile made its way onto your face when the back of his hand rested over your forehead to feel your temperature. He frowned in concern and pulled away—you were much warmer than usual.

Then, he dipped forward to press a chaste, but loving kiss right over your temple. “Get some rest, okay? I’ll make you some tea.”

“You should be getting to work, Kento—”

He made a dismissive noise, and got up to go fix you the warm drink, squeezing in some honey and lemon in case you had a sore throat, too. A few minutes later, he came back with the steaming mug, and a pack of unopened paracetamol he fetched from the kitchen drawers.

“Take one now, and another by lunchtime if you’re still feeling unwell,” he told you, his sharp features displaying nothing but raw concern.

“Yes, doc,” you said with a slight laugh and a salute. “I’ll be okay, honey, really. It’s just a little cold, but thank you for the tea. Now you go and get ready for work.”

Kento pursed his lips, kissed your head again, and rose from your side to go change into his professional attire. Even after all this time, he could feel a warm flush settling over his cheeks when you whistled in appreciation from the bed, clutching the mug of tea in between your palms with a grin.

“You look so handsome, Kento.”

“It’s the same thing I always wear.”

“My point stands,” you said, voice rife with mirth. He shot you a soft, appreciative smile.

In his haste to get ready and rush off to work, he accidentally spritzed himself with your perfume rather than his usual cologne. He didn’t mind all that much, anyway, because that meant he’d be able to smell you all day long, and hurried to gather the rest of his things.

“I love you, please send me a message if you need anything,” he said just as he was about to leave, thumb brushing just beneath your jaw.

“I will,” you reassured, one hand lifting away from the mug to take hold of his palm and tug the appendage upwards so you could kiss the inside of his wrist, right over his pulse. “Have a good day at work, hon.”

God, he loved you more than anything.

Now, with Nanami’s mind both burdened with thoughts of you being sick, and stressed over the new wave of village curses Yaga asked him to take care of, he hadn’t even noticed Gojo suddenly right at his side rather than ridiculously spreading out over the office’s couch.

“Ooh, Nanamin,” he said the fond nickname in a crude, high-pitched tone, and over-exaggerated sniffing at Nanami’s suit, “Who is this I’m smelling on you? Are you seeing someone behind my back?”

Nanami’s left eye twitched behind his spectacles. It was a relatively easy choice he made not to tell anyone at work about you. He very much preferred to keep work and personal life separate.

“It’s my new perfume,” Nanami bluntly said, expression remaining unamused.

“I didn’t take you for a floral-note kind of man,” Gojo crooned in response with a roguish grin. If he thought that Nanami was lying at all, he betrayed no signs of such. “I love it! What brand is it? Where’d you get it?”

“Get out of my office, Gojo.”

The blind-folded man snickered and rubbed his hands together. Nanami’s evident irritation only seemed to egg him on. “Didn’t Yaga tell you? I’m coming with you today! Apparently there’s been reports of a special-grade curse there. You’re going to need my help, you know.” Gojo prodded at Nanami’s biceps.

Nanami’s lips pinched tightly. “Perfect,” he gritted out.

It was only nine in the morning, but he already couldn’t wait to get back home to you.

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lettersofgold · 6 days

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-> play no games | trent alexander arnold

genre: flirty, smut | authors note: me trying to distract yall from the lack of updates from my jules fic…bare with me, also very loosely proofed

summary: trent thought he was a player on and off the field but he comes to realize he’s met his match with you, a socialite with an unwavering stubbornness.

faceclaim: lori harvey

“you know what your problem is? you don’t ever see the big picture. i want you to take me serious.”

youruser: diamonds are a girls best friend

frienduser: 🥵

frienduser: tell a friend to tell a friend! she’s baaaack

lanceuser: obsessed with you

lanceuser: how you want your eggs in the morning?

youruser: scrambled & in mykonos

Trent heard the rumors very early on when he joined the main squad at Liverpool - there was this girl and she was untouchable, she was the step daughter of one of the board members and she rarely gave anyone the time of day. Trent scoffed at the idea of her because he knew he could pull her if he had the opportunity. He couldn’t lie to himself and say he didn’t like the idea of a challenge. If there was one thing Trent was known to do it was win - on the pitch, off the pitch, mind games and in games that didn’t even matter. Your attitude was bratty and you had a smart mouth on purpose - if a man couldn’t keep up he got cut off. Trent could keep up and you wanted to push until he pushed back. You gave him an inch and he took a mile: one date, a little fooling around and suddenly, he was feeling himself. Trent kept expecting you to come back around, to reach and ask for his attention because he never texted first. He thought you were waiting for him. It never crossed his mind that you were entertaining someone else because in his mind, it was only him and he had the upper hand. But what Trent didn’t know was that there were plenty of men who wanted you and wanted to treat you right.

Trent sucked his teeth and rubbed his mouth with his finger tips. He literally sat upright from his laid back position on the couch, putting his elbows on his thighs. He stared at the comments for far too long. Who the fuck was Lance? Why the fuck were you dating a guy named Lance? Surely the two of you were just friends but Trent had no way to find out because the other man’s page was entirely private. The two of them shared a few mutual friends but that’s all Trent could find out.

After few days, Trent was fine with it. He wasn’t stressed over you and your whereabouts…not outwardly at least. He spent few nights on vacation in London, partying and entertaining pretty girls who were chasing him down for attention. It was in the middle of the club that he got a notification that you posted and he felt a certain satisfaction finding out what you were up to - he clicked on your profile as quickly as he could. He was taken aback by two things: you in that tiny ass bikini and lance scrambling you fucking eggs, in fucking Mykonos.

youruser: the grass is greener wherever i’m at

frienduser: not you being in mykonos fr lmao

frienduser2: frienduser it’s the way she can go to another country but not liverpool

youruser: you know i would never miss derby with my girls

lanceuser: what about my scrambled eggs 😔

youruser: best part of the trip, chef

“What a fucking joke.” Trent seethed and the girl next to him leaned in to get a look at his phone which he promptly locked. Never let your left hand know what your right hand is doing - rule number one that the veterans told him. He was on a roster and he has roster - it’s what guys his age did. You clearly hadn’t learn that rule as you flirted with a man all over your social media. There was one thing you told him that he kept in the back of his head: “You think I’m worried over you? You’re out of your mind.” He finally saw what everyone had warned him of all along. You got what you wanted and you toed the line of confidence and cockiness. Once upon a time, someone said the same about Trent. The boy was determined to get your attention, to get back into the game you were obviously playing. Trent sent a text he knew you would respond to.

Trent: I’ve seen the post. You can delete it now.

You: Stay out of my business.

Trent: You are my business.

You: You wish.

Trent: Anyone ever told you that you’re a brat?

Trent: I’ll see you in Liverpool

Derby day was fun for a multitude of reasons but this year was going to exceptionally fun. There was a part of you that looked forward to actually watching the match for once. You had one player on your mind. Your step-dad got you, your stepbrother, and all your friends a suite filled with drinks and food galore, pulling out all the stops and sparing nothing. Although he wasn’t the one who raised you, he made sure to take care of you as if he did. It’s exactly where your “high” standards came from, as told by your friends and men who approached you. It wasn’t lost on you that the Liverpool vintage jumper that landed on your doorstep was from Trent. You didn’t wear the jumper. Instead you opted for a Van Dijk jersey: it was the only one you had and it would make him angry. It worked out in your favor while you were hosting in the suite - a young business man named Emmanuel struck up a conversation and was beside you the entire match.

Your eyes were trailing Trent. He was such a man when it came to competing - no holds barred, a loud mouth, an instigator, and a full on menace. You enjoyed every second and each glass of champagne sent you spiraling into the idea of him being back in your bed once more, having you bent over and being bossed around. It would be inevitable that he would be coming back to your place at the end of the night but it was all about who caved first. You found yourself wanting to cave halfway through the game after an altercation where Trent was head to head with an Everton player, shoving him and ripping him a new one all in front of the referee, who could barely pull them apart. It was quite possibly the hottest thing you’d ever seen. After the win, you and your friends milled about the suite making plans for the night out. You all agreed on heading back and changing before meeting up for pre-drinks at Lance’s house. You made it back to your room and argued with yourself about being the one to send a text before you decided to stand your ground. You wanted him. But if he wanted you, he would have to work for it. Talk was cheap, you told him multiple times and you wanted action.

youruser posted on their story! captioned: super busy, don’t call

trentalexanderarnold66 replied to your story: wya

youruser: you wanna see me or something?

trentalexanderarnold66: or something

trentalexander66: got a section in london tonight bring your friends.

youruser: what part of super busy did you not get?

trentalexander66: text me when you’re outside, brat

You arrived on your own timing as Trent had come to learn over the past month casually dating you, and had grown to find sexy. You never let on to what your next step was which kept every man watching, waiting, to see where you would land. The funniest part of the night was that for once, Trent knew you would be coming back with him. Until he saw you walking to his section with Lance in tow. He stood up to greet you at the front but you walked past him and promptly to the section next to his before acknowledging him. Trent walked up the short wall that divided the two sections and crossed his arms ass you detached yourself from Lance who was talking in your ear. Dick, Trent thought.

“Do you think the world revolves around you or something?” All you did was laugh before turning your attention to the waiter who asked what you wanted a bottle of. “You’re not in my section. Why?”

Trent leaned his elbows down on the divider to be eye to eye with you. You tilted your head in the same way you did that night in your room, your eyes trailing down his face and pausing on his lips for a long moment before snappingback to his.

“I wanted my own.” You said as if it was obvious. Trent beckoned you closer with his fingers and you obliged much to his surprise and crossed your arms at your wrist behind your back. Your head was still tilted and Trent dropped his head into the open space before speaking low in your ear.

“Don’t start with me.” Your eyes flicked to the side and saw the section of men and women pretending to not notice the interaction unfolding - specifically the bottle blonde who tried to look unbothered. She was failing. You giggled in the most unphased manner but the truth was him in your ear hit your core like a lighting rod. You needed that drink. You grabbed his jaw softly with a smile he knew to be sarcastic, “Start what?” You puckered you lips and blew an air kiss towards him, then turning your attention to the bottle blonde sat across the way. “I love your hair!” Your hand finally left his jaw and you wiggled your fingers at him mouthing a “she’s cute”. Check mate. Lance shook his head as he handed you a drink and tsked at you. “You are awful.”

You were brushing your teeth in his bathroom, extra thankful he had extra brushes in there. He noticed what products you had at your own place and made sure you had the same at his house. He was done talking, he showing you he wanted this. But you couldn’t be so vulnerable. As you walked through your night routine, your body ached in the best way. Trent’s arms snaked around your abdomen to cradle you from behind as he always did when you were getting ready to go to sleep after a night with him. It was a routine at this point, one that you both knew well. His body towering over you as he would slip his hands onto your abdomen, letting his fingers caress your stomach. Your breathing hitched at the softness but you stood rooted in your spot. He stared at you in the mirror and asked, “What do you want?” You knew that Trent drank a considerable amount but you didn’t think that it would bring out this conversation. You wanted him but need him to want you too, so instead you simply replied “Hermés.”

“I’m being serious, what do you want.” He straightened up and placed a hand on each side of you.

“What are you going on about now, Trent. I don’t want anything….well, I actually do want Hermes.”

youruser: bad gyal never run from nobody

frienduser1: moving different these days

frienduser2: can your man fight pookie?

youruser: if you want me just say that but lemme ask him

Trent knew you could buy the bag yourself but he bought it and sent it to you, anyways. You made no comment on it but seeing you wear it was enough confirmation that you loved it. Trent laughed outwardly at your friends comment but noticed your reply and smirked to himself - her man? Interesting. You cleared the air about Lance weeks ago and Trent felt secure about what you two had. You rarely saw any other man these days. Usually you would be out every weekend on a dinner date or jetting off to meet a new person in another city. Trent was magnetic and you decided that you didn’t want what was out there - he was proving to be the best you could ever had. He knew it and so did you. Trent fooled himself because the next time he saw you, after a few nights of pure banter and great sex, you were cozy and close with a man in the family area after a game. Your step-dad was near and smiling at the two of you, while the two of you talked over one another, arguing with playful energy. The energy that took weeks for Trent to unlock out of you. Trent dapped up his friend and decided now was a good time to introduce himself to the executive board member but most importantly, your step-dad.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, heard nothing but great things from you son.” Your dad beamed and you were tight lipped as you looked at the scouse grinning devilishly. “Listen, sweetheart,” your dad wrapped his arm around Trent. Trent went from grinning to beaming his bright, cocky smile, “Without him, we’d fall apart.”

“Nah nah, I wouldn’t say tha’.” “Oh don’t be humble. I’m being rude, this is Trent.” and your stupid fuck-thing offered you a handshake.

“Trent, nice to meet you.” You took his hand and squeezed it tight which he returned. His eyes were challenging but showed disapproval.

“Ditto, heard so much about you, too. You know Emmanuel was telling me all about your stats this season.”

You were playing with fire but you didn’t care. The audacity he had was beyond you and you should have seen it coming from a mile away. It seemed that no amount of reassurance was getting through his thick skull - if he saw you with a man, he was questioning you. Trent wanted to mentally spar with you and measure up the man simultaneously. He was a jealous little thing but unlike the other men, he didn’t just talk about it, he was about it. It was all of five minutes when he arrived at your place before he started his tangent.

“You know what your problem is?” He goaded. “No but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” You rolled your eyes and it seemed to tick him off more.

“You aren’t serious! One minute your smiling me face then the next, your with some guy named Emmanuel at my game who’s chatting you up about my stats.” “Why is that when a man even breathes the same air as me or strikes up a conversation it’s my fault? You think I just sleep around?”

You couldn’t stifle the laugh you let out as pushed his way past you and into your room. His hand ran down his face and he scanned the lavish room. Trent knew you were well off but it still surprised him at times.“Why are you letting a guy chat to you?” He said with a cross of his arms. He looked cozy in Nike Tech despite the frown on his features.

“Why are you worried? You aren’t my boyfriend.”

“I’m your man and it seems everyone knows except you.”

“We aren’t doing this right now. I have to get ready to go out.”

“We are. Sit down, y/n.” He said confidently. He closed the space between you two. If it was any other man you wouldn’t have been bothered but with Trent, you were turned on. He was jealous. You knew Trent saw you hugging and laughing with Emmanuel when you walked down to the pitch briefly. Emmanuel reveled in your attention and you gave it to him to pacify your stepdad. It didn’t matter that he or any other man wanted you - you wouldn’t cross that line. He was sweet but you two were strictly friends. You stepped closer to the tall and broad man with a tilt of your head, refusing to do what he wanted. Trent eyed you for a moment and you could smell the gum he was chewing mixed with his cologne. His smile was arrogant as always. Him being jealous was so delicious, you wanted to devour every bit of him.

“Make me.”

Before you knew it, you were straddling him on your bed as he palmed every bit of your body he could grab. His hands were rough but felt so right in your hair as he kissed you. He was vocal with his kisses, mumbling how beautiful he thought you were and how badly he wanted you. His kisses trailed from your lips down your neck and to your collarbone, finding the exposed skin in the dip of your top. Your spot straddling his body wasn’t enough for him. “I need these off,” he commanded. He peeled your top off and made a swift move for your pants, wrapping one arm around your waist to hold you steady.

“You’re needy,” you replied but obliged to balance your weight to take off your shorts.

“Shut up.” Trent’s tone was deep and serious.

Trent was driven by the idea of being better than than any man who had ever touched you, truthfully. He found himself giving the same energy he would give to a match, being attentive and receptive to all your sweet moans. He took his time devouring you and unraveling any tension in your body that he could find. The way you whispered his name out, gasping for breath with each stroke he thrust into you. He was amazed by how perfect it all felt. You felt like everything he ever needed. The feeling of you around him was unlike any woman he has ever been with. Your body melted into his as he gripped the headboard steadying himself into a rhythm, making you beg for him. His chain dangled low against your skin and you found yourself fingering it and pulling it, bringing your lips up to his ear. His skin was smooth against yours and you clung to him with the same amount of urgency he was using to pound into you.

“God, you’re right there.” You told him in between desperate gulps of air, the sound so sweet in his ear and it took all the willpower he possessed to not combust in an instant. His eyes found yours and for a moment you could hardly breathe - not because of the way it felt like he was looking right into you.

“You’re unreal,” Trent spoke, finally breaking the way-too-intimate eye contact. He grunted with aggressive strokes. His eyes were trained on the sight of his cock going in and out of you, the wetness glistening off his skin. “I know.” You moaned, refusing to compliment him back but you knew he was getting off on you and your slick mouth. It wasn’t until a two hours later that that the two of untangled yourselves from one another and fell asleep.Trent did things that took you by surprise and had you struggling to hold back your screams. He egged you on, telling you to be loud, he didn’t care who heard. And by the time you woke up your voice was incredibly sore. You had multiple missed calls from your friends and from Lance. You rushed into the bathroom to assess how you looked and called them, letting them know you were going to be a little late. You ran the shower and mentally prepared yourself for going out after having the kind of sex that made you want to not leave bed at all.

“I fell asleep but won’t be long,” you spoke as you rummaged through your toiletry bag. “I’ll text you once I’m in the Uber.” “Sounds good.” Lance replied. “Lance, save me a shot will you? I need one. Bad.” He chucked and it brought a smile to your face.

“Anything for you. See you soon, love.”

“There’s no way you’re going to see another guy after tha’” Trent grumbled from the doorframe and the roll of your eyes was almost immediate. You made no comment and moved to grab your shampoo but Trent beat you to the counter and stood in front of you stuff. “Move.” You demanded.

“Make me.” He smirked.

“Bite me.” And it was his turn to roll his eyes. Your tone was snappy and it shocked him how quickly you reverted back to bratty attitude after sleeping with him. Trent’s stare was fierce - it was the same one he used on his opposition, baiting them with a look before toying around with them but you weren’t new to these games. You were playing too. So there the two of you stood in the steamy bathroom, eyes locked at as if you despised each other. As if you were just chest to chest and moaning each other’s name.

“I can do this all night.” You stated.

“I think there’s better things you could do all night, doll.”

youruser: he’s obsessed with me

frienduser: a scouse? a red??! i’ve lost my girl smh

frienduser2: y’all go together!

youruser replied: real bad

trentalexanderarnold66: 🤫

youruser replied: love you honey

lanceuser: only took forever

trentalexanderarnold66 replied: blame it on the brat

lanceuser replied: thank you for taking her off my exhausted gay hands

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jester089 · 7 months

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What would happen if, having appeared at the circus, the reader looked around and said animatedly. “Wow...this place has changed so much. You did a good job, Kane!” - instead of the usual panics. It was as if they were already here. And how do they know his name is Kane?

everything is very simple. The reader has already been to the circus once (back when the queener was alive), but was able to escape. The reader decided to come back, because they felt sorry for the people in the circus, but when they came again, all the old characters had long since disappeared, and instead they saw the main cast. They had to explain everything again: what the world looks like from the outside, how much it has changed, and most importantly, that there is a way out and they are helping them.

They know how to find a way out, remember their past and true name, and have decided to came back to help others escape. It would be cool if Kinder remembered the reader, because he was the first

Back so soon?

So their is what you asked. But it made me think of something. What if reader was someone who created Caine/the circus. And they check in like every 6 months or so just to see how everything is going, and to make sure nothing is going horribly wrong. But they can't get the others out. So they just do their best to make the place comfortable. I'll still write your request but my idea will probably be written soon. Maybe. I honestly don't know. But you didn't specify on if you wanted the crew sperate or not so I'm just going to do a one shot.

TADC crew x Reader who visits the circus

You pop in on digital circus every now and again just to check in on everything and see how Caine is. Your a coder and stumbled upon it by chance. That is actually how you found a way out, and help everyone with their memories. Those x'ed out doors are people you've gotten out, or ones who abstracted before you could help them. You sometimes use it as a vacation too. Life is stressful and that place is full of a childlike fun and relaxing atmosphere when you aren't worried about escape. I mean you don't have to eat, drink, or sleep. And you get to go on silly adventures. 10/10 vacation spot if that's your thing. You pop into the colorful main room and look around. It's about the same as last time, that isn't a bad thing though. "Caine! I'm back!" No response. huh. Eh he's a busy guy you can't really blame him. You start walking towards the rooms hoping to meet everyone new. ~~~~~

You get there and skim over the doors different pictures. "Ok so looks like we gottt. A comedy masked ribbon person. A mismatch of colors and pieces poor them. A chess piece. Oh no, their was a queen version. Oh geez now I feel awful. Maybe I should stop by more... Ok uhh, a ragdoll. A periwinkle bunny. And a Jester. Alright not a bad line up." You ring each rooms door bell getting no response each time. "Wonder where everyone is. I hope they're ok." You start wandering around calling out for Caine every now and again. ~~~~~ After around 20 minutes of wandering you find Caine and the group of people that the rooms belong to at the carnival. You jog up to them waving. "Caine! I'm back!" He does an over the top spin and hold the sides of his head like. "Y/N!!! What a pleasure to see you again! Back so soon too! We were having a day at the carnival! Seeing as how it wasn't used for a long time I made some changes! Their is now more rides! And an arcade! How about I introduce you to everyone!" "Yeah I would love that! Also I can't wait to try out the new rides. I had been on the old ones more times then I can count." He directs you towards the crowd of people some are looking at you confused as to how you know Caine, and aren't freaking out. Some just look like they don't wanna be there. ~~~~~

Around 5 minutes later you know everyone by name (Sorry I didn't write that. But you already know who they are and that would have taken me longer then I'm willing to take) so you introduce yourself and how you know Caine. "It's lovely to meet you all! I'm Y/N L/N, but you can just call me Y/N. I'm a coder who can get in and out of the digital circus so I visit sometimes." The short Jester who you now know as Pomni snaps her head in your direction. "You have a way out?!" "Uhh yeah. That's actually the main reason I visit so often. To help people out and get them out. It doesn't really work without me here so I try and visit whenever I can." "Get. Me. OUT OF HERE!" "Ok, ok geez. The rest of you want out too?" You receive only positive reactions so you take that as a yes. You motion for all of them to follow but before you walk off you turn to Caine. "Be back soon! Just gotta get these people home." "But of course. I feel their should be a way for me to be able to get people out. You'd think I would me being the controller of everything their would be. But at least their is a way for everyone to get out. See you soon Y/N and thank you again for all your help!" You wave then lead the group back to the main room and to the stage. "You can do this just about anywhere but this is the place that I've found is the best. My best guess is because it's always where people pop in when they first arrive." You walk up to a seeming specific wall and do something (?) to it. You move off to the side and motion for them to walk into the wall. Pomni essentially sprints into it not even thinking that you could be joking. And she goes straight through. The others soon following. After everyone's out you stretch and start walking back towards the carnival. "Some digital cotton candy sound pretty good right now. And I wanna try out those new rides Caine talked about."

(If I'm being honest I didn't really like how this turned out. But I digress. Sorry it took so long. And sorry only really Pomni talked. Still I hope you enjoyed it! I'm going to give this a special tag cause I feel like I'm going to continue it someday.)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #noob author #not beta'd #A way out

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vvluvmai · 1 year

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𝑭𝑺𝑴 ✩ 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑫𝒀 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

warn. Jealousy, pure fluff, implied fem bodied reader, mentions of feminine nicknames (my lady, etc), slightly ooc pantalone and childe? Mentions diluc Yanqing and childe.

sum. When the both of you are on a date and your friend happens to accidentally bump into you and all of your attention turns to them.

char. Jing Yuan, Kaeya, Pantalone.

wc. 1,981

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𝐈 ✩ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍

It came as a surprise when jingyuan had told you he had called off work for you, this was due to his feeling of you feeling lonely, and unloved.

A day made special just for the both of you, an entire day spent together, roaming around mindlessly, laughing in each other's embrace. It was a stress reliever for him, smiling and laughing till tears came rolling upon his eyes.

As the both of you walked to the restaurant where he had a spot specially reserved for you and him, a friend happened to spot you. Calling out and running to your presence, which successfully made you avert your gaze and attention to your friend, which was Yanqing.

What felt like hours were only a few minutes of talking, enough for jing yuan to glare at Yanqing, hoping it would be enough to make him leave. But all attempts came to no avail.

While he hadn't had the courage to speak due to you looking happier than ever, he wanted time alone with you, for it has been weeks since he has a proper conversation with you.

It took him awhile to build up confidence in order to confront you and him.

"I apologise yanqing but me and my beloved have places to be, I'd highly appreciate if you two would talk after. Would that be alright for you and Yanqing?" He turned to look at you, with the usual calm smile. Hoping you would agree with him. You blinked wide eyed, remembering that the both of you had a date "ah, yes, Me and my darling have a date together!, We may talk another time Yanqing, it was of great pleasure to talk with you." "Oh of course, I shall see you another time then (y/n)!, I gotta say general is a lucky guy to have a pretty lady such as you" he teased for fun, it was a harmless joke, with a shit-eating grin, he left in a hurry before the calmly annoyed could do anything. You chuckled at his jealousy "what, can't handle a few minutes of me talking with my friend?" "Those 'few minutes' felt like three hours.." he mumbled under his breath, loud enough for you to hear. "I suppose we should go, before someone else takes our spot yea?" "Of course my dear."

Safe to say, you made sure to tease jing yuan of the incident that night.

𝐈𝐈 ✩ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

There the favonius Calvary captain stood, with luxurious clothing adorning and flattering his body, the clothing of fine material shipped from nation to nation. Clothings he only wore on special occasions.

Today, was that special occasion.

A two month vacation off, to be spent with you, his darling, giving him and you undivided attention that the both yearned for since the moment of your relationship. Due to him being loaded with work, affection was less, since he came back tired and sleepy. Which you didn't mind, as long his pretty sleeping face kept you company, you didn't mind. But at times, you need his affection, his loving slick words, to come down and shower your longing soul with the happiness it begs. This he knew of, very well. He wanted to shower you with his grace, his undying love and his embrace, and these two months are gonna be just that.

The day after his vacation began, he had reserved a special location, a beautiful restaurant filled with loving flowers which bloomed and hit everyone with its alluring aroma, the special date places being filled with just the right amount of greenery. A candle at both sides, plates and utensils placed perfectly, with a beautiful, two roses, one light pink, the other red, in a glass. Hugged by each other's thorns and petals.

As he and you walked to the restaurant, a certain red hair happened to bump into the both of you. Apologising, not having the knowledge who it was until his eyes fell upon the two figures. "Ah, kaeya, y/n. A surprise meeting the two of you. What brings you to this restaurant?" He asked, having no intention of getting in between your date. While he did hate chit-chats, he wouldn't mind them on occasions, for today, he was having a surprisingly good day "oh nothing much brother, just treating my lady to a date." He said, his tone teasing as ever. Enough to fluster you "oh shut up" you spoke out of embarrassment.

Soon, both Diluc, you and kaeya had sat down, kaeya looking out the window, arms folded and his leg sitting on his knee. His eyebrows furrowed, annoyed. The small chit-chat had turned to a long convo of who knows what topic, he didn't care for it. All he wanted was to treat you to a long awaited date and now his brother had come in and swooped all you attention from him.

It was soon, well, later, til you realised that the date you had was late as the waiter came to your table, asking for if you would like a glass of water. "Oh no, it's okay sir! I apologise diluc, we could continue this conversation another time hm? I have a date to attend." "Oh of course (name), I apologise if I have made the two of you late." He quickly said, looking at kaeya, who had a scowl resting on his face. He stood as soon as his ears picked up on the words the both of you said. "Yes, yes, I suppose so. See you later, brother." His tone was impatient and annoyed as his eyes looked down upon diluc's.

As you bid goodbyes, kaeya walked you to the elevator, by which was graced by the god's to have no people inside of it. It was gonna be a long ride, since the place he had reserved stood at the very top, where the both of you can gaze the morning sky together. As the doors closed, his hands tugged at your waist, pulling you closer, you looked at him, confuse and naive to kaeya's sad yet calm face "you ought to give me kisses this night." He said, kissing your face and neck with his soft lips. "Awh what did I doo" you moaned, with a smile he oh-so-adores "oh don't act foolish now, you totally just forgot we had a date." He said with a slick and calming voice, not scolding or mad. Simply and slightly upset. "Oh dearie, you know i didn't mean thattt, I got carried away in the conversation, which is, by no means, an excuse, I will be sure to never make the same mistake hm?" Your arms hung loosely around his shoulders, your eyes dreamy and dazed as you took in his prettiness, kissing him. As the kiss broke, you spoke, still dreamy "I can't believe I will have you all for myself for two whole months.." kaeya chuckled as he cupped your face. "Someone clearly can't get enough of me today hm?" "Kaeyaa, don't ruin the moment!"

By the time kaeya could get another word out, the both had reached their destination. "Well that was a short ride." He said, stepping out the elevator. He kneeled half way, taking your hand and bowing "shall we, m'lady?" You let out a chuckle, with a response "of course, gentleman."

𝐈𝐈𝐈 ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄

A head rested gently against pantalone's shoulder, eyes closed and a small smile flattering the woman's, his girlfriend, face. Dressed in fine white silk, and jewellery brought by the ever-loving pantalone, laid perfectly on your body. Your hands and body leaned against him, as his arm was wrapped around you, ensuring you got the warmth in the cold car. Which you purposely made cold by turning on the AC, just to use the excuse of being close to your lover.

It was no surprise he had understood this, after all, he is the mighty and intelligent harbinger of the fatuus. The calm and loving moment was cut short as the driver announced you had reached the desired destination. To which pantalone immediately walked out the car, just to come to your side of the car, to graciously open the car door and take your hand to escort you to the palace like dining restaurant. You took his hand in offer, leaving the car and thanking the fatuus driver, as the both of you were walking into the restaurant, you spoke in a gentle soft voice he loved "oh pantalone, how many times must I tell you that you mustn't spoil me with your riches" he had heard these same words several times throughout his relationship with you, chuckling, he responded "my beloved wife shall only have the finest places snezhnaya can offer." He said in his usual velvety voice, used only around you. The little nickname he had used in his nickname had made you blush, little reds creeping up your cheeks. Noticing this, pantalone took up the chance to tease, which was interrupted by someone.. "Regrator! What are you doing here at a time like this?" Annoyed as he understood the voice of the person, who was, his colleague, childe… he spoke in a rather uninterested tone "Just taking my fine lady out for a dinner, I shall be asking the same question for you, tartaglia." His eyes fell upon childe's, which was looking at you, not in a romantic way, but as friend he has known way. "Oh just meeting a friend" not interested in a chit chat, he hadn't responded, but you had. "Oh childe, how must your family be doing? Are they doing fine?" You questioned, "they are quite fine actually, unfortunately I have heard teucer had a little accident while playing, but he will be fine in no time." He responded in the enthusiast tone pantalone hated so much. "That is relieving to hear, I believe we do not have the time to spare for a little chit-chat, would that be right dear?" Pantalone spoke, interrupting your talk, "ah yes, I'm sorry childe but I shall get going, we have a little date here" you giggled, your arms around pantalone's in a married like fashion. "Of course of course, by all means, have fun. I will be going too as well, see you sometime later (name)!" Childe said, waving a bye as he ran out the restaurant in a hurry.

At the hearing of your name slipping out childe's mouth was enough to make him groan, annoyed and dissatisfied. It was only after pantalone had came out from the register, you had teased pantalone about his annoyed face. "Someone's jealous" pantalone rolled his eyes in a playful manner as the both of you stepped into the elevator "I wouldn't say jealous would be the right word.." pantalone grumbled. "Oh then what would be, greedy of his possesion?" You chuckled out, pantalone smirked, the smirk you knew and hated, knowing that he's about to do something to you "pantalone, wait!- wait! No that tickles!" You said as you broke into a fit of giggles and laughter, the moment he stopped, he had kissed you with a sigh. "I feel as if I'm in debt to the Gods for gifting me with a such a gem like you." He sighed out "I feel too that i was blessed with such a wonderful loving husband like you" you said hugging him, as the nickname rolled out your tongue so perfectly.

This he noticed, blushing slightly, he looked away. Murmering loud enough for you to hear "I prefer if you'd call me that again." You slapped him lightly on the chest playfully "oh shut up, husband" he chuckled as he lead you to the single table, with two chairs. And a starry night with the moon sharing it's rays with the couple as the both sat down, enjoying the cold yet warm night.

Tags: @mikacynth @kaelily heheh kaeya simps

This is my first fic so pls don't be mean lmao, headers belong to me and are made by me :) art is from the genshin manga website and some are from in game!!

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bestpigeon · 2 months

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Any chance we can get a Lucifer x platonic sinner reader who sees the king of hell as a father figure? Perhaps reader was like Lucifer’s personal guard/assistant who arrived in hell over a century ago, and has been loyal to the Morningstar family, over the years seeing him less as his king but as a father? And during Lucifer’s mega depression time, always gave his best to cheer him up. Reader never admits it, as he feels he must know his place, and not overstep, but Lucifer starts to view reader as family too.

This is an amazing idea omg, thank you sm! Also, I did see your other request, this will be x platonic male!

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-A NEW FATHER-

Lucifer x platonic male sinner

Warnings - none?

Words - 1.2k

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I have been working for King Lucifer for a long time. Around a centry to be exact, so a long time. Im simply just a worker. I pass on messages and help Lucifer when he needs. Kind of like a personal assistant. When i first fell upon hell, i landed in a pickle. I landed and crushed, two out of multiple imps. They weren't pleased and started attacking me, Lucifer was quick to the rescue. I've been working with him every since.

Lucifer had just received a call from his daughter, Charlie, and is currently walking around his room rapidly. He's stressed, worried, excited, and clearly overwhealmed.

"Charlie wants to see me! but what if i mess up? oohh no, i can't. i have to impress her-" He says. He was basically talking to himself. i walk towards him in an attempt to comfort him.

"Sir? There's nothing to worry about, i can assure you, everything will be fine." I say as a hand moved to his shoulder. He sighs and stands sationary, finally. I smile at him, and he just rubs his forehead.

"Yeah - yeah, just dont want to embarrass myself, yknow?" He says, i think for a while before opening my mouth to speak, but i get quickly interrupted.

"ooh! what if you join me? Im sure Charlie would want to meet you, and you always help me calm down." He says as he moves to put both his hands on my shoudlers and pulls me down to his height. I didn't really mind the idea, but i didn't want to be a burden.

"i mean, sure? But i wouldn't want to get in the way-" I say before he shakes me rapidly.

"It'll be fine! Go get your stuff, " He says as he walks out the corridor and into his bedroom.

"My daughter wants to see meee!" He says as he dissapeares into his room. I smile and leave to go pack. I couldn't help but feel excited. i mean, I've always wanted to meet Charlie, and it's like a free vacation! Me and Lucifer have been close for a while now, so him picking me to come with him is understandable.

I pack my stuff and me and Lucifer leave together. He opens a portal and knocks on the front door to a hotel. I've heard Lucifer talk about this place a lot. He breags all the time that his own child runs it, and he's proud of her. I couldn't help but appreciate his passion and love for Charlie. I've never really had any type of parental figure, or at least we dont talk to me anymore. I dont even know where they are. they could be in heaven. Either way, i can't help but feel attached to Lucifer. Almost like he's replacing my father. He treats me with care, and i just can't help but feel like he's more than my boss, a father almost.

Of course, I'd never tell him that.

The door opens, and Lucifer walks in. He automatically hugs Charlie and looks around. I step in quietly and just observe. I make eye contact with Charlie, and i smile. I turn to her while Lucifer is on the ground talking to a cat.

"Hi, Lucifers told me lots about you Charlie, its nice to meet you." I say as i extened my hand out for a hand shake. She smiles widley and grabs my hand, and rapidly shakes it.

"Hi! It's nice to meet you!" She says with a big smile smothered on her face. It gets interrupted by Lucifer standing between us, putting a hand on each of our shoulders. He smiles widley at us. This trip is going to be fun.

-3 days later-

It's me and Lucfiers' third day staying in Charlies hotel. It's been quite pleasent so far. Appart from the Lucifer and Alastor tension. Me and Charlie have been hanging out a lot too, talking, walking, laughing. I enjoy being around Charlie, shes lovley, probably too nice to be hell, but i probably shouldn't judge a book by its cover. We are currently chatting in her office, mainly getting to know each other and sometimes throwing in a bit about how lucifers been.

"So, my dad saved you, and you've worked with him ever since? wow, you're really loyal." She says as she leans on her elbows on her desk. I smile at her and nod.

"Yeah, he treats me like a friend." I say, Charlie nods and sighs.

"Thank you for taking care of my father.. and are you sure you just see Lucifer as a friend?" She says as she tilts her head while keeping eye contact with me. I sigh and look down at the floor.

"Um, well.. i mean, he's like family to me? a father, maybe." I say. Charlies expression softens, and she smiles.

"That's okay! I mean, you being my brother sounds nice. Why dont you tell him? You're basically family to him anyway. He normally isolates himself." She says as she leans forward. We keep eye contact for a while before i smile and then nod.

"That.. dosent sound bad. I dont think he sees me as a son, though, so can we keep this a secret for now?" I say as i stand up. It was quite late and i needed some sleep. It's been a long day.

"Yeah, of course! Go get some sleep, todays been exahasting." She says as she waves at me. I smile and wave back before leaving and shutting the door. I get jumpscared but Lucifer, who appears around the corner.

"Hey! You and Char-Char seem to be getting along!" He says as he approaches me and puts a hand on my shoulder. I smile at him softly. He really is the best father figure i could ever ask for.

"Yeah, we have. Were good friends." I say. Lucifer smiles at me. He yawns, and i chuckle at him. I could see the eye bags under his eyes.

"That's great, and I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight, kiddo!" He says as he walks away.

"Night d- Lucifer." I say, quickly correcting myself as i go towards my room.

-Next morning-

I awake and walk out of my room. I walk into the lobby and grab water from the fridge. I see Lucifer and Charlie chatting on the sofa. I make eye contact with Lucifer, and in unison, we smile. "Morning," He says.

"morning dad" I say as i drink the rest of my drink. I didn't even notice what i said. Lucifers eye widened, and he said something to Charlie before approaching me.

"you- why did you call me dad? do you see me as a father?" He says as he taps my shoulder. I panic as i realise what i said. We just stare at each other in silence before i finally speak.

"uh- yeah..i didn't mean to, i didn't want to make you uncomfort-" I say before i get interrupted by being pulled into a tight hug. I gasp, and my eyes widen slightly. I look at Charlie, and she gives me a thumbs up.

"It's fine! You're like a kid to me, my kid! I dont mind, " He says as i hug him back. I smile and chuckle. What a father figure i have, huh?

Charlie approaches me and joins in with the hug.

"I've always wanted a sibling! And a brother, now i have both, how exciting!" She says with a smile. I chuckle, and so does Lucifer.

"And I've always wanted a son,"

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kurocamille · 1 year

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❝miles high❞

shigaraki x reader mdni

3k words

you’re the secretary for the multi billionaire, shigaraki tomura, and you’ve developed a crush on him. he invites you to travel with him to his overseas conference but the plane ride quickly turns into something more than it should be.

warnings-

afab reader, no mention of pronouns (refers to reader as a good girl), boss/employee relationship, no quirks au, fingering, blow jobs, ingestion of fluids, overstimulation, spanking, semi public sex, creampie, ceo!shigaraki, ooc shigaraki, kind of fluffy at the end, terribly unrealistic plot line

You had a crush on your boss. You had been working for Shigaraki for over five months now and had gotten to know his harsh glares and beratings. He was not, by any means, a kind person, let alone somebody to invite you to his conference across the globe so soon into your meeting. However, you could only hope this trip would serve to better acquaint you, or at least earn some respect from him.

Of course, it was your duty to provide for him as his secretary, but it was still an extreme surprise to see his 5 billion yen private jet pull up on the runway.

Soon after the jet had stopped, Shigaraki’s other attendants ushered you into the cabin, taking it upon themselves to stow away your extra luggage.

The interior was everything you expected and more. The space was luxurious and not at all like any other plane you had been in.

“Move in, the plane has to leave on time, and I can’t have you delaying it with your spacing out,” Shigaraki huffs from behind you. You had been so enamoured by your surroundings that you had forgotten about the real task at hand.

“Right, sir,” you reply.

Shigaraki walks around you to get to his seat and motions you to follow.

You dig around the plush leather cushions of your seat, searching for the buckle.

“There aren’t any seatbelts on these seats,” Shigaraki tells you without looking up from his newspaper.

That’s terrifyingly unsafe.

Flying doesn’t scare you, but one look at the cabin has you questioning everything. You close your eyes, not daring to open them until you’ve taken off.

You don’t have much more time to stress because the jet is soon moving down the tarmac and getting ready for takeoff.

At this point, Shigaraki has put his reading down and is watching you grip the armrests like your life depends on it.

“Relax, (y/n), you don’t look too good like this.” His tone is joking, revealing his amusement in your distress.

You only calm down and loosen your grip when the plane makes a safe ascent. You open your eyes to make sure you’re well above the city, noticing Shigaraki’s focus is, thankfully, somewhere else. To combat your growing boredness, you decide to pull something out to occupy yourself.

The two of you mind your business for a while, both indulging in reading a contract and a cheesy vacation novel respectfully. The hours drone on and your intermittent time-checks become more than frequent. You still have ten out of 14 hours to go.

“(y/n), I would suggest you sleep now, since our first meeting is right after we land,” Shigaraki suggests, breaking the silence that had loomed for hours.

“Would you be able to wake me up in a few hours, then? I think it would be important to discuss my duties for this weekend before we arrive,” you hope that he’s kind enough to agree, but he has a habit of leaving you in the dark till the last minute. It’s shocking that you haven’t quit sooner.

“Yes.” Your conversation is pretty much shut down, but you don’t mind, preferring to rest your eyes as soon as possible.

—

You’re in a deep sleep when you’re jolted awake. You look around to see if it was your boss who woke you, but he’s still sitting in his seat, calm as ever.

Shigaraki’s pilot’s voice comes through the speaker, explaining the small patch of turbulence.

When Shigaraki notices that you’re back awake he tells you to rest again. “You’re going to be very busy, so you should sleep longer. I wasn’t planning on waking you soon anyway.”

—

The plane is still high in the air when your consciousness comes back. Just when you’re about to open your eyes fully, a ringing hits your ears.

You feel a short tap on your shoulder before Shigaraki’s voice reaches your ears. “It’s been an hour,” he says.

You open your eyes to see your boss retreating from in front of you. He actually woke me up! And surprisingly kindly, you thought.

Suddenly, your legs cramp and your hours of sleeping in a leather chair catch up to you. When you move to reposition yourself, an extremely harsh bump throws you forward, straight towards your boss.

Shigaraki grunts when you land directly in front, and practically on top, of him. Your hands had made their way onto his thighs when you had been propelled forward. Now, you sat in a terribly embarrassing position, directly in front of him.

“Sir! I’m so sorry!” You yelp. The plane is doing nothing to help you as it continues to throw you around.

Shigaraki’s face grimaces, but doesn’t say anything in response. Instead, he offers his hand to you, pulling so that you’re back on your feet.

However, Murphy’s law decides to bless you in your moment of embarrassment. With one last hefty, turbulent jolt, you are thrown flush against our boss’s chest, your legs falling in between his open legs. If somebody walked in on you at this exact moment, you were sure that they would gravely misunderstand your relationship.

Heat rises to your cheeks when Shigaraki places his hands on your hips to prevent you from moving. Unpredictably, he’s more flushed than you’ve ever seen him. It’s a good look on him and it makes you fall harder for him in that moment.

“Apologies, (y/n), I wasn’t watching myself,” he grumbles , dropping his hands from your body.

“It’s all right, I apologize for falling for you.” The words tumble out of your mouth without any filter.

“What was that?” Shigaraki’s frown falters.

“Nothing, sir!” You peep, slinking back a few feet. Had you said that out loud?

“All right, if that’s what you say…” He smirks at you. “You know, you don’t have to call me sir when we’re alone. Call me Tomura instead.”

First name basis when you’re alone. That’s something that only friends would do… Or lovers.

Were you reading into this correctly? Or were you finally falling delusionally in love with him?

Your eyes glance at Shigaraki’s—or Tomura’s now—lips. His gaze fixes on yours as if to say “Kiss me, I dare you.”

Leaning forward and placing your knee in between his legs, you shakily hover your lips above his ear.

“May I kiss you, Tomura?”

“Yes,” he simply responds with a groan, and presses his lips to yours.

The desire between you encompasses the room. You can feel the heat coming off of him as he looks into your eyes when you pull away.

Tomura greedily grabs your face again and pulls you into a deep kiss. His hands are on your sides, grabbing your waist as you move to straddle his lap.

You can feel his growing bulge under you and slowly grind your hips against his. Tomura lets out a shaky groan, hands gripping you tighter, keeping you firmly against his crotch.

“Are we going too fast?” You whisper when you notice Tomura’s state, his pupils blown wide and his lips plumped up by desire.

“No… Just look how hard you’ve made me,” he breathes, bucking his hips up to yours in desperation.

Tomura places his lips on your neck before hastily pulling your dress shirt from your skirt. Breaking from you, he unbuttons your shirt and greedily grabs your bare waist.

“Tomura, touch me,” you beg.

No matter how aroused you are by simply kissing, you want to go impossibly further with him, and as soon as possible.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” You’re broken from your thoughts and shamefully beg him, “Please, just anywhere.”

Tomura’s hand makes its way under your skirt and to the cloth of your panties. Pulling off your skirt and stockings and throwing them aside, he wastes no time in pushing your panties to the side and running a slim finger over the length of your pussy.

“You’re so wet. Look at you,” he groans before showing you the glistening wetness on his finger.

“Don’t tease,” you whine as he swipes fingers across your slit, avoiding your throbbing clit.

“As you wish,” he chuckles.

Without warning, Tomura flips you over and plunges his middle finger into your hole. Although you’re slick enough to be dripping onto the seat, you let out a squeal at his finger’s intrusion. Then, slowly, with the rhythmic movements of his hand, the burning fades and your moans reach a new volume.

With one particular brush against your g-spot, you begin to writhe uncontrollably. Tomura grins slyly, skillfully focusing on hitting that spot with every thrust.

Seconds later, lips reach your clit and suck you until you’re practically falling apart. Your moans can probably be heard by the pilot in the next room, but you don’t care enough to quiet down.

His head lifts off of you for a second so he can reach up to kiss you. Your saliva intermixes with every second your mouths meet and you swear you’re in heaven.

When Tomura adds a second, then third finger, you’re practically sent over the edge. His long fingers press along every nerve that sets your body on fire. Then, with the curve of his digits and a swipe of his thumb across your clit, you’re screaming his name and hitting your peak.

“Cumming!” You cry out, and collapse against the seat.

“Fuckkk, that’s a good girl,” he groans, slowing the pace of his movements before pulling his hand away and licking your cum from his skin.

Breathless and still hazy, you grin stupidly at Tomura.

“What’s next?” His voice ends your trance.

Wordlessly, you push Tomura off of you and force him into the chair behind him. Kneeling with as much poise as you can, you’re now face to face with his crotch, and by the look of it, he’s bursting at the seams.

Running your hands up and down your boss’s thighs, you narrowly touch his aching cock with every caress.

“Don’t make me wait, I think I've been patient enough.”The look you receive from above is one of restraint.

Your last touch never leaves his pants, moving across his lap to his sensitive clothed member. Clasping the zipper with two nimble fingers, you pull down his pants and underwear to reveal his cock at long last.

The sight that is Tomura Shigaraki’s dick is a work of art. In all ways, is it pretty, with its flushed tip, the soft trailing veins on the underside, and the little bead of perch that’s slowly dribbling towards the shaft.

Eager to have a taste, you lean forward and press soft kisses along the length, making your way to the head. At this point, Tomura is letting out soft grunts and groans whenever you make contact with his skin, and you can imagine what it’ll be like when he’s inside of you.

“Nnngh,” your boss borderline whimpers when you take him into your mouth and give a long hard suck.

You smile sheepishly when Tomura grabs a fistful of your hair and starts to guide your head. Soon your nose is meeting his trimmed pubes and he’s thrusting into you at a hazardously fast pace.

Gazing into Tomura’s eyes, you blindly reach up to cup his heavy balls. When you lightly give them a squeeze, he hisses and his cock twitches at the back of your throat..

The feeling of him throbbing in your mouth turns you on to such a degree that you feel your pussy begin to flood with wetness. Your panties are pushed against your folds and currently becoming drenched with your leaking desire.

Another twitch of Tomura’s length refocuses you on him. Sensing he’s close, you fasten the pace of your head as he moves his hand to grip your face. Tomura fucks into your mouth like no tomorrow. His balls now slap wildly against your chin, accompanying a lewd squelch with every thrust.

Your throat constantly constricts around his long cock as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy. A few last curses and one loud groan signifies the end for Tomura, and you feel his hot seed pour down your throat.

“Mmm,” you lick your lips after swallowing his load, opening your mouth to show it was gone.

“You are too sexy, I don’t think I can hold back any longer.” Strong arms lift you up hastily and throw you down onto the leather seat.

—

Tomura’s cock is still hard after two rounds and it’s clear he wants to continue. From your dazed out state, you can still feel the cum dripping from your hole. Wriggling under your boss’s grip, you attempt to reposition yourself.

The result of your movements is the sticky squish of cum in your pussy that seems to have Tomura raring to go.

“Can’t stop myself, I just want to keep cumming in you,” a breathless whine comes from him as he starts to move again.

“Please, cum in me again,” you reply breathlessly.

Unlike the last two times that had you sprawled out on your back, this new position has you on your knees, face pressed against the leather. Tomura takes you from behind, gaining speed with every forceful push.

To gain a better angle, Tomura brings your arms behind your back and bounds with a single hand. You can only squirm and arch as his cock hits that one spot repeatedly.

“Oh, fuck, Tomura!” you scream out when your boss’s free hand finds itself drawing circles on your clit.

The pleasure is starting to get so intense that your body is spamming under his, yet he continues fuck you as though he wants permanently leave you in his shape.

The familiar feeling of release builds up and you can feel the way you clamp down on him. Hitting that perfect spot one last time, you cum and scream out his name. Tomura fucks you straight through your orgasm, with little regard for your overstimulated body

Unfortunately, he still hasn’t cum yet, and with lust clouding his mind, he ignores your whines and protests.

“Just a little bit more. Just need to fill you up one last time. You think my good girl can last a bit longer?” Tomura questions.

“Yeah.” His praise goes straight to your core and suddenly it feels all too good again, the pain only adding to the pleasure.

After hearing your answer, Tomura grips the fat of your ass with a new vigour. Sinfully lewd noises are the only thing coming from his mouth, each groan ripped out of his throat with each clench of your core.

*SMACK!* All of a sudden Tomura slaps your ass, making you tighten in shock. He grins in realization, his cock throbbing at the discovery.

“So,” he starts, “Is it that you like being hit, or are you doing this for me?”

“Neither,” you barely gasp out as a palm hits your ass again.

“Are you sure? Your body is telling me otherwise.”

You aren’t able to reply when the force of his thrusts and his slaps are stealing the breath from your lungs. Tomura uses your silence as a way to fill your head with mockery and praise.

“Can’t answer, huh? Did I fuck you stupid?” He laughs haughtily, pulling your back against his chest so he can whisper it in your ear.

This new position allows him to have you far more intimately than ass up, doggy style. He uses it to seductively whisper in your ear, making fun of the way you clench with every use of “good girl” or “masochistic slut.”

His rough voice in your ear adds to the pleasure and the sensory overload sends you to the brink of an orgasm.

As you’re reaching your peak, you begin to worry that you’ll yet again cum before him. Hoping to send him straight to his orgasm, you deliberately clench around him. He reacts to your tightness with a deep groan, grip tightening around your hip to pull you flush up to his groin.

Not even five seconds later, his cock violently twitches inside you and his cum pours into you without warning.

The noise Tomura lets out can only be described as a whimper. It’s a whimper that’s enough to have you squeezing around him, cumming, and milking him for all that he’s worth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses, letting out the last drops of his orgasm.

Grinding out the final bits of your highs, Tomura shockingly pulls you into a sweet kiss. Eventually you stop moving against each other, watching how he pulls out and a river of semen flows from you. It coats the sticky seat below you and dribbles onto the carpeted floor.

Watching your body quiver in the post-sex afterglow entrances Tomura to the point that he doesn’t notice your eyes closing. He finally moves from where he was standing after five whole minutes, but by then you’re fast asleep, slumped against the seat. Walking off to the plane’s washroom to find a washcloth, he watches you peacefully snoozing. There’s a certain tranquility to your calmness that makes him want to care for you more than he should.

—

Your boss, Tomura Shigaraki, thinks you’re beautiful, he always has, but it wasn’t until recently that he realized he liked you as more than an employee. Being fearful of any form of love, he had pushed you away when he suspected your crush. Little did he know his avoidance would only work against him.

—

Returning from the washroom, Tomura decides it would be stupid to pretend that there isn't mutual attraction (he thinks beating around the bush would be stupid.) So the two of you will have to talk about that later, something which he might struggle with. After all, he isnt used to having to confront his feelings, let alone acknowledge them. Whatever it is you two need to sort out, it’ll be worth it, he decides.

For now, Tomura wipes your glossy skin and smiles lovingly at you sleeping body.

a/n: sorry for disappearing!!!!!! i got a job so i’ve been busy. also, this was inspired by a dream i had💀

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concussed-to-pieces · 8 months

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Wolves At The Door; Part Three

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: "No." You whispered, your hold on the knife’s hilt tightening. "No, I-I don't want you to come any nearer."

A/N: FIGHT SCENE FIGHT SCENE! I'd like to thank you all for reading thus far, you're The Best <3 I will be taking a small break after this, due to a vacation. I'll see you all on the 11th! Enjoy!

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Prelude

Part One

Part Two

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, gratuitous violence and graphic depictions of mental and physical duress. Stay safe!]

"You will regret this." The Duke warned him, his smile vanishing at Heisenberg's demand.

"I don't care," Karl insisted, his fingers still twisted into the larger man's shirt collar. "I can't keep going on like this, not without knowing if I'm-" broken a danger bad person "--if I'm someone who would…do something I shouldn't."

The merchant, for whatever reason, insisted on continuing, "This will not endear you to them, my Lord."

"I don't know why the hell you think I'm doing this for them!" Heisenberg snapped angrily. "I'm tired of not fucking knowing what I'm–I just feel like I'm always waiting, anticipating something awful. I've had enough."

A large finger landed between his brows, the Duke bearing an uncharacteristically serious expression. "I am sorry for this, Lord Heisenberg."

Darkness overcame Karl then, as well as a chill like the sun had been suddenly switched off.

…

"Mr. Duke! It's good to see you. I wasn't sure if you were alright, it's been so long since you've come by!" You exclaimed, still wiping your hands dry with an old towel as you made your way to the fenceline. "You'll have to fill me in."

The Duke, for his part, looked unchanged. A bit more sweaty perhaps, but that could be chalked up to the rigors of just existing in such a unique body. You saw his eyes dart to your houseguest and you got the sudden impression that you may have interrupted something. The large man staunchly denied this when you asked though, his laugh just as jovial as always. Maybe you had misinterpreted the situation?

If looks could kill, however, it seemed the Duke would be quite done for. Karl was glaring holes through the merchant, striking green eyes narrowed to angry slits. That look alone could make anyone nervous!

"I noticed my talismans have gone missing, my dear. Has something happened?" The Duke's inquiry was smooth, almost bland.

"They just started crumbling one day. I guess the elements finally got to them?"

The Duke's expression shifted strangely and once again his eyes darted to Heisenberg. But all he said was, "how curious," then started rummaging in the drawers that framed his corpulent form.

"I'm sorry, I don't have-"

"I told you," the Duke interrupted, his smile a bit sharper, "it's all part of our first-class customer service!" He gestured vaguely with one large hand, placing the small bundles of herbs and flowers down on his thigh. "If nothing else, take these as my thanks for nursing the Lord back to health. He certainly seems a changed man from when we last met." You heard Karl growl, muttering something under his breath that made the Duke chuckle coldly. "Now now, let's not say things we don't mean. I'm being sincere! I am glad you and the Lord Heisenberg are on such good terms. Why, he's almost tame."

…

There had been a great shattering, a terrible rending in his mind the likes of which he had never experienced before. The stress and mania that had driven him doggedly onward collapsed in upon itself after Ethan's final assault, as though the strain of both his transformation and the fight was too much for his body and mind to handle. Karl could just barely recall feeling himself fraying, his soul being torn apart at the seams like he was an ugly garment in the hands of the world's most negligent tailor.

Miranda would love that. Let that bitch pick out every stitch so she could make me into something useful, something controllable.

Maybe it was that bitterness that kept him breathing. Bitter spite and hatred, a parasitic leech just as much as the creature that throbbed uneasily in his gut. Cadou, finally a name for the feeling, the tension, the parasite that clung to his broken body and demanded him to rise, demanded him to fight and kill anew to keep it alive. Karl was exactly what he had feared and suspected all along: a freak.

While the Duke sat there complacent, chuckling, Heisenberg could only seethe internally. The obese merchant finally leaned forward, his smile distinctly oily. "I'd advise the two of you to turn in early for the evening. A storm is coming."

"Thanks for the tip." Heisenberg said through gritted teeth.

"Do you have anything new to show me?" The excitement in your voice threw Karl off a bit, as did the Duke's smirking reply of, "Naturally, my dear!"

Apparently it had been a busy few months for the merchant, because he immediately started pulling out (allegedly) new trinkets to show you. Each item he proudly displayed, however, set Heisenberg more and more on edge. Crystalline objects, fragile and frail, covered in sharp edges and scenting the air lightly with decay. Something about them had that wrongness, that Uncanny Valley sheen, as well as a hideous familiarity.

Finally Karl said faintly, "I'm going to head back in." His head was swimming, mind struggling to sort through lifetimes of memories and it felt like his entire body was throbbing with his pulse. "You two have fun catching up."

"But my Lord-" the Duke protested, extending the protective talismans to Karl with a guileless expression. "-I had hoped you would hang these along the fenceline for me. I would do it myself, of course, but it's been so long since I've had a customer to show my wares." His eyes twinkled with the silent joke; he knew damn well that touching those things was bad news for Karl. Go on, big man, the Duke's smug gaze seemed to say, go on and reveal yourself.

Karl's glare reached a nuclear temperature, his mood rapidly swinging from discomfort to infuriation at being toyed with. This colossal fuck knew exactly what he was capable of! As usual, the Duke's audacity was exclusively outweighed by his mass.

But you were smiling, you looked so excited to see what else the Duke would show you.

Damn it all to hell.

Karl dug around in the pocket of his jacket, pulling out his gloves and gracelessly yanking them on before holding out a hand to take the charms.

The Duke's smile never wavered once.

…

"It is odd, seeing the change in him." The Duke commented, turning a human torso that may have been carved from quartz this way and that to show you how the light caught it. "You certainly did more than your share of work, my dear."

"I don't understand." You replied, a little confused. "It hasn't been too hard. Only issue was keeping bread in the house."

"Can we claim his essence restored by mere gluten?" The Duke fixed you with a look that made you uncomfortable, his normally good-natured expression gone serious. "I doubt that, but I am open to breakthroughs in science."

"Do you mean I helped raise his spirits or something?" When the obese man shook his head, you shrugged. "I haven't really done much except put that gunk that you gave me onto his wounds and endured his company. If anything he's been helping me out! Got to get a few things done that I couldn't manage myself."

"Very curious," the Duke mused, his attention seeming to have moved on to the odd combination of gears and crystals that he was currently showing you. It looked almost like a half-metal heart encased in white crystal and you marveled at the craftsmanship of it. "Lord Heisenberg has allowed himself to be domesticated. The Lady Dimitrescu would have a fit if she were still around."

His words didn't register until a moment later, making your brow furrow. Unfortunately the large merchant didn't appear to be in an expansive mood, whatever further queries you had being easily deflected or outright ignored.

…

Miranda.

Karl tried to focus on something aside from the fact that his entire left hand was going numb.

The constant fury he felt at that self-styled mother's attempted manipulation of him would do, so he began to reminisce. Though his mind was not entirely whole, Heisenberg could still remember his disdain for the haughty woman. She had always looked at him with such blatant calculation in her eyes; he had to commend her for the consistency of that gaze. Karl wondered sometimes if she practiced it in front of the mirror. How his ‘siblings’ had never seen her manipulation…

"Sore loser," his own voice echoed back to him through his memories and he scoffed, yanking the knot tight on the twine. Another charm secure. The little talismans were made of monkshood and nondescript twigs of some evergreen plant, all braided together with a few stalks of what seemed to be wheat and then fashioned into a tidy wreath. The numbness in his hand vanished once he released the charm, now replaced by an unpleasant burning. He could see spidery black tendrils making their way up his arm from beneath the glove, following the path of his veins to spread that burning sensation. Aside from that, though, Karl felt nothing. Was his fury truly slow to come, or did he just not care anymore?

He slowed to a halt, resting his weight on the fence as he stared down at it. He almost wanted to will himself to be upset, get worked up, something for the sake of familiarity. This calm…acceptance, it didn't seem like him. The Duke had said Miranda was 'taken care of'. No doubt Ethan had fistfought the feathery bitch himself.

Dimitrescu, then, Karl decided, she could always piss me off, that colossal cunt. The anger was so faint it was barely annoyance. The weird little doll? Indifference. Moreau. Pity.

Pity?!

Was his throat closing up?! He was either flashing over or having some sort of allergic reaction to the talismans, he reasoned desperately. That was the only explanation for his strange response. Heisenberg pulled away from the fence, taking a few healthy steps backwards. He abruptly felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck and the Lord reached out to grab the maul, realizing at that moment that he had left it by the cart. Come on!

A body crashed into his back and Karl almost toppled, only just managing to brace himself on a fencepost. Sharp teeth grazed his arm, the combined scent of wet dog and iron nearly strong enough to make Heisenberg retch. Without a second thought Karl yanked the charm off the post and jammed his entire fist into the thing's mouth, hearing it start to choke and gag right next to his ear.

The maul arrived, flying through the air like the weapon of some old Norse god. Karl seized it with his free hand, swinging it around to pulverize the…lycan, lycan, shit, he had forgotten. Its skull caved beneath the maul's blunted edge and Heisenberg quickly shoved the body to the side as it twitched its last.

There were more of them. A lot more of them, a pack of mangled humanoids spilling out from beneath the trees to yowl and bay at him. The body at his feet began to crystallize, the familiar scent of death wafting up to greet him like an old friend. Memories started to bleed in at the sides of his vision: dark, wispy vignettes of the man he was, the monster he really was.

I think bare minimum I've done some real bad things.

He had been so desperate for reassurance without even knowing why, groping unlit through the halls of his memories as a stranger. It had been better for a while, what was shoved into the back of his mind to let him play fucking pretend at being human, at this new life with you.

Just like Miranda with her fake little family.

Heisenberg drew himself up to his full height, narrowing his eyes and roaring "shut your fucking holes!", immensely gratified when the cacophony immediately quieted.

Unfortunately, the uneasy silence was then broken by a scream. A scream of his name. And the lycans, obviously sensing Karl's momentary distraction, peeled away to head for the source of the noise.

…

"Karl!" You cried, the terrible din you had heard seconds before still ringing in your ears.

"Oh dear," the Duke remarked blithely, "I may have been too late." He shrugged after a moment, passing you another charm. "Well, I hurried as best as I could." The massive merchant then clicked his tongue once and the seemingly too-small horse began to pull the cart down the road once more. "Good luck, my dear. Remember what I said about the weather!" He called with a wave.

"You've gotta' be kidding me!" You yelled after him incredulously, the talisman clutched tightly in your grasp. All you heard in reply was faint chuckling. You gritted your teeth, turning on your heel. "Karl!" You shouted again, starting across the yard. You could hear muffled yowling coming from behind the cabin, out past the back fenceline, so with your heart in your throat you carried onward. You hoped and prayed it was just a bobcat that Karl had spooked, you're overreacting, everything is fine. You did make a brief pit stop to pick up your kindling knife from the basket on the porch, staunchly refusing to think about what you could possibly need it for.

Upon turning the corner of the house, however, you came face to face with some…thing, some awful thing with sharp teeth and a hunched humanoid body. You froze and so did it, before it bared its filthy, blackened maw and snarled at you.

Oh, it's going to kill me. The thought was so certain it almost surprised you. Really, what else could happen? Fuck, it's going to kill me. You backed away, holding the knife in front of you in a desperate bid to keep the creature at bay. For some reason it actually seemed to be working, the weird wolf-man snapping its teeth at the air in evident frustration. Well, it was either that or the Duke's charm that you had slipped around your wrist, but you weren't about to start questioning your luck.

A projectile whipped past your head from behind you, the mass of it disturbing the air enough to emit a faint whistle. It was the maul, its dull blade slamming into the face of the lycan and bending it nearly in half before it collapsed like a deflating balloon.

"You stay the hell away from them, you mangy rat!" Karl spat, his gaze full of fury as he rounded the house coming from the other direction. It may not have been aimed at you, but his rage was still absolutely terrifying to witness. Your knees began to tremble, threatening to dump you onto the ground. Heisenberg suddenly seemed larger than life and extremely dangerous, voice booming and eyes ablaze with a malice you had never seen. The man tore the maul free with a sickening crunch, shaking some of the gore off. "You alright?"

You realized he was addressing you, still coming closer at that too-fast pace and you floundered to nod, opening your mouth to say something, yes I'm fine and don't come near me you're scaring me and what's going on. No words came out, though. When had he gotten so big? It was as though someone else had taken over his body, someone self-assured, someone…

Was this how he had been before?

Karl stopped dead two feet away, the man huffing out an irritated breath. "Oh, you've got one of those charms." He slung the maul over one shoulder, holding out a gloved hand. "Here, give it so I can close the loop on this fence." There were holes torn in the glove, ragged punctures. Bite marks.

"No." You whispered, your hold on the knife’s hilt tightening. "No, I-I don't want you to come any nearer." What did the Duke do to him?

Karl's brow furrowed, but he soldered on, reasoning, "There's more of the freaks out there, sugar. We don't have the whole fence covered, I need that last charm."

"Please, don't…look, I don't want to hurt you and you're scaring me right now." You got the feeling the blade you had was about as threatening as a butter knife to the large man, but you held firm.

Cornered dogs bite. He had called you sugar, his voice low and urgent. Surely it was still him in there if he was using the silly pet name he had decided upon for you. This was all so confusing.

"The lycans don't give a shit about whether you're scared, sugar! They aren't gonna' wait around for us to sort things out, they're coming!" Heisenberg snapped roughly, glancing back over his shoulder. "Fuck's sake! I'm not at full bore and if something gets you because I'm out of it, I'd-" He hesitated, then huffed through gritted teeth instead of finishing the sentence. "Alright, fine, I'm not coming any closer, we'll just do it together then. Stay by me. Devil you know, right?" He instructed, that fierce gaze softening a bit. "Nothing will get you while I'm here."

What if you're the thing I'm worried about? you wondered privately.

…

You were looking at him like he was a monster. You were looking at him like he was a horrible, terrible monster, that trashy Bowie knife you used to shave kindling chips clutched in your trembling hands, leveled at his gut. You're scaring me right now.

And Karl couldn't even deny it because holy shit he was, he had been, he might still be. Oh God, no wonder the Duke told him it was an awful idea. He wanted to throw up, but that may have been due to the closeness of the talisman. Anti-mold measures or just another silver bullet in the magazine?

At least now he knew, as crushing as that particular burden of knowledge was. At least he knew. It was oddly freeing to be that self-fulfilling prophecy for once.

You ended up hovering nervously at his elbow, the proximity of the charm a constant, nagging throb at the apex of his spine. But he could keep track of you that way.

"The lycans are wary." Karl informed you, not really sure why he did so. "They know who I am but they're not particularly good listeners."

"Something you have in common." You retorted.

Karl shrugged, feeling his glove slide down his mangled fingers before he tugged it back into place. "I'd like to think I've improved." He glared at the forms he could see surging along the edges of the treeline, brandishing the maul in silent threat. Come on, you rabid little shits.

Not a single one left the safety of the woods, however they did keep up their noise. Howling and shrieking, the pack followed the two of you closely. They're waiting for us to place the last charm, Heisenberg realized, his brow furrowing. They'll strike then before we can get back inside the fenceline.

"I need you to be ready to run once you tack down that last talisman." He muttered out the side of his mouth, relieved when you nodded. "Don't worry about me."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

His laugh was coarse and joyless. He had been a naive idiot to think he even had a chance at any sort of quiet life, but he was more irritated with himself over being so affected by the disappointment. Now was not the time to wish to turn back the clock.

You broke away from him by running ahead, your attention clearly fixed on the section of fencing that lacked an oh-so-familiar charm. Karl watched you slide the talisman off your wrist, and at the same time he could see the pack of lycans appear to muster themselves for a full-scale assault.

Heisenberg's eyes narrowed and the man bolted forward, sending the maul ahead of him as he went. "It needs to go on the outside of the fence! I'll cover you!"

…

You yanked open the gate with single-minded intent, only to see the maul go sailing into the teeming swarm of bodies in front of you, Karl close behind announcing that he would 'cover you'. As you turned to watch him go, a massive lycan broke away from the edge of the pack and headed straight for you, fingers clawing at the dirt for traction.

You fumbled to attach the charm, hanging it on the rusted nail still in the fence post and then smashing the top of the nail with the butt of your knife to fold it over onto itself. Mission accomplished, you rushed to get back inside the safety of the fenceline, but it was too late. A paw-like hand caught your ankle, tripping you up and causing you to strike your head hard on the gate.

The world swam in front of your eyes, a combination of reflex tears and being dragged along the ground by your leg at a dizzying pace. You began to struggle, kicking desperately at the face of the creature in an effort to free yourself from its clutches. The lycan dropped your leg, choosing instead to bat aside the kicks you aimed at it and lunge for your face with a garbled howl.

You didn't even have the time to think and so you slammed your eyes shut, bracing the knife you still held against your body in an effort to at least wound the lycan.

But it didn't come. The weight of the beast on your chest just…vanished, its roar choking off abruptly.

When you dared to open your eyes again, you were greeted by the sight of Karl holding up the lycan by its throat, the man clearly crushing its windpipe. Judging by the way it was thrashing, it didn't have much longer. Heisenberg didn't say a single word, the man simply grunting with effort as he gave the beast a final shake to cleanly snap its neck. He then threw the body down, broadening his stance and squaring his shoulders with a furious grin on his face.

"Fuck off!" He roared at the remaining pack, now significantly thinned and yelping. "You stay the hell away from here, or I'll wipe out every last one of you!" The maul flew through the air and he caught it, swinging it one-handed. It was dripping with some kind of black fluid. "You won't cross that fenceline!"

After a few moments of what seemed to be a snarling back-and-forth with Heisenberg and one another, the surviving creatures sulkily limped back into the woods in defeat. They left nothing behind but crystallized remains of their kin and, as rain slowly started to fall, even those began to dissolve into the soil.

Karl closed the gate, the man slowly latching it with the worn wire twisted around the post.

You were still on the ground, the knife pressed to your chest as you shivered and tried to catch your breath. You couldn't recall another day in your life that you had been so certain about your own death. Somehow all you'd ended up with was a few scrapes on your shin and a tender spot on your head from the gate.

Heisenberg swayed, propping himself up on the fence with one elbow. The maul dropped from his grasp as he panted for air, the man's scarred complexion gone so pale it was nearly green. He tried to say something, but ended up dry heaving instead. After taking a few staggering steps back from the fence, he unceremoniously collapsed onto his side.

You only hesitated momentarily before you scrambled forward, your caution thrown to the wind. It was as if watching him fight had somehow removed whatever threat you had felt before, the notion wholly gone from your mind. It was oxymoronic, but firmly embedded that the two of you were on the same side. He saved you.

The man gazed dully upwards at you or someplace past your shoulder, his breathing coming in sharp, hitchy bursts. "Hurt-" he managed to wheeze, shaking the glove off of his hand to display blackened flesh radiating from a tearing bite wound on the palm. He then gave a thumbs up with the mangled appendage, choking out, "--be okay."

You noticed blood darkening a section of his trousers by his hip and you jerked his tattered coat back, revealing several more wounds. At least two of the lycans had ripped into the back of his thigh, like they were trying to hamstring him. The purpling, bruised bites ran down his leg and there was even a large chunk missing from the top of his boot. You hissed in dismay at the whole scene, feeling nauseous and terrified.

"We need to get you out of the rain," you said finally, your stomach in knots. Karl waved you off while pffting out a breath but you essentially ignored him, pulling his good hand to haul his arm up over your shoulders. "C'mon, use whatever's left of your legs."

The man coughed out a laugh at that, then obliged you to the best of his ability. It was a struggle, but the two of you managed to get him upright. All there was left was the slow trek back to the cabin, and Jesus was it slow. Karl could barely put one foot in front of the other, the man dragging his wounded leg and the maul behind him as he leaned on you, nevermind your own legs still shaking from adrenaline.

"Why did you do that?" You asked finally, blinking the rain out of your eyes.

"Whuh."

"You know what." The only reply you got was silence, followed by a clumsy little pat on the cheek. You supposed you would have to ask later.

…

The fresh talismans gave Karl the sensation of being in the eye of a storm. A maelstrom of energy swirled around the fenceline in a disorienting spiral, but it couldn't touch him in here. The drunken stumbling was more due to the injuries he had sustained, his steps unsteady and head hanging. This weakness was incredible, it was so similar to how he had been right after he had lost to Ethan. Laying there in the dirt with the rain pouring down on him, uncertain of what had just happened, where he was, every shattered breath in his body seeming like it could be his last.

"Come, my Lord. You seem to have fallen ill."

You had said that the Duke was the one who brought him to you for aid. He barely remembered bits and pieces of the ride, only roused to consciousness from pain when he was jostled.

His forehead knocked into yours and he slurred out an apology, realizing you needed him to walk up the porch steps. And walk up them he did, his leg already feeling a little less terrible. Parasite perks, the alliteration tickling him far more than it ought to have. He actually managed to hobble through the doorway unassisted, performing an odd skipping hop to do so and dropping the maul beside the doorframe.

Once inside you collapsed on the couch, your whole body trembling. "Thought I was gonna' die." You finally said. Heisenberg continued to hover awkwardly on one leg, shoring himself up by placing a hand onto one of the ceiling crossbeams as you seemed to gather your thoughts. "I mean I thought that was it, game over. Holy shit, that was terrifying." You looked up at him, radiating incredulity as you asked, "how the hell did you just handle them?"

Karl shrugged, a bad habit he felt he could attribute to you. "It's all I've known for most of my life." It was a garbage explanation for all its truth and he knew that, but you weren't exactly in a fantastic headspace at the moment. Neither was he for that matter, he was still weak and a little queasy. Better to let sleeping dogs lie, let you calm down and regain some peace of mind. Lycans were normal to him, sure, but you'd only seen them in half light and hadn't even seemed to believe they actually existed until today.

You put your face in your hands, exhaling deeply. You then moved to rise but Karl halted you with a hand on your shoulder, and he was silently dismayed at the fact that he could still feel you shaking.

"Stay put." He tried to gentle his tone, make it a little less gruff. "That was a lot. Just rest. You want some water?"

You hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah." You caught his hand before he could turn away, seeming confused. "How are you even walking? Your leg was-" "Something in me is real invested in keeping my body in one piece." Karl patted your hand, attempting to smile and failing miserably. "Lemme' get you that drink."

Part Four

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1-800anklebully · 1 year

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Mood - Trent Alexander Arnold x black female reader

Summary: In which you and Trent were sneaky links at one point in life and he got sick of you. You’ve now returned back to Liverpool and old feelings resurface.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Asshole!Trent, swearing, smut if you squint a little,Toxic!Trent, and probably more that I can’t think off the top my head.

Excuse any errors!

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The second you touched down in Liverpool and was met with the icy breeze weather, you instantly wanted to turn your ass around and go back on the next flight to San Francisco. Where the sun was out and you could where booty shorts freely. Now if you tried wearing shorts now you would surely freeze of hyperthermia.

Anyways; back to San Francisco. It’s where you now resided. 4 years ago you received a new job offer to work there. It was extremely more excellent pay than Liverpool could do for you. So you took the chance and couldn’t have did a better option.

And top of that life had gotten to the best of you, the freedom you had yearned and craved for years was finally granted. So you took every opportunity you could and never looked back.

You can only imagine the priceless look on your families face when you come back after disappearing. As you can imagine your parents never really liked the idea of you being out there.

All alone without them. You had relatives down there so you were chilling.

But they wanted to shield you from anything and everything. Quite frankly it was quite overbearing and now their overprotectiveness and strict attitude has shaped you into the woman that you are today.

“Agnes, where are you? I’m freezing my tits off I didn’t know Liverpool was so cold like this. Call me.” You hung up and could feel a piercing stare on you, finally you glanced up to see a couple staring at you funnily. They were middle aged and looked like the type to spend a grand on Louis Vuitton.

“What?” Your bitchy face must have scared them off because they instantly scurried off and you just shook your head. How are you gonna gawk then get scared when confronted. You never liked when people stared at you it made you uncomfortable.

Unfortunately for you, Agnes was a slow person so it would take her a good 10-20 minutes to get to the airport. Even though she lived a good 20 minutes away, she was a princess when it came to taking time. That’s why you knew that in a crisis shes the wrong person to call. However she’s your only ride.

“I’m here, I’m here.” She rushed over to you as you stood up from the chair. Bottom sore from how long you waited for her. Agnes engulfed you in a tight hug, the both of you screaming loud in the packed airport.

You guys hadn’t seen each other in 2 years since she came down to the Bay Area for a vacation other than that, she remained in Liverpool. She begged you to not go to the Bay Area. But being the strong minded woman you were no one was able to convince you.

“Girl look at you. You look so good.” She says pulling away, her hands still interlocked with yours, she spun you around seizing your body. Eyes capturing every detail of you.

Your oufit consists of a blue puffer jacket with some leggings that hugged your curves in all the right places, a black champion shirt with some boots. However you took them off due to them hurting your feet, so you stuck with crocs.

The way your body use to be was extremely petite. Once upon a time you were a picky eater but on top of that Trent was stressing you out. So you failed to look after you health. However once you surrounded yourself with the right food and started working out. Going to the gym from once a week to 4 times a week.

It was game over for everyone. You weren’t on the slim side but you weren’t on the thick side either. Slim thick would be you. You also turned to a sport. Volleyball. Ironically enough you use to do Volleyball in high school.

You never really took it seriously until your neighbour who was a professional volleyball player got you into and you haven’t stopped since.

“Stop it. I’ve just been hitting the gym you feel me.” You shrugged as she eyed your behind.” I can tell.” This made you laugh at how she wasn’t hiding the fact that she was checking you out at all.

“Whatever your eating did miracles. Because now we Twinems.” She then began explaining how she also started hitting the gym and basically caught you on up on her life.

Until yous arrived at her apartment. Her apartment was cute and petite and matched her entirely, she was still obsessed with her anime. Album’s of summer Walker and Kendrick Lamar on her walls. You adored the set up of her house.

In a way it resembled you accept your apartment was full of Frank Ocean and Adele.

“So how’s your family?” You ask her getting comfortable on the couch. You crossed your legs putting your braids into a bun and wrapping it up.

The Arnold family was like your second family. You always came to them when you were dealing with difficulties in your own houshold. At times when your father had became verbally abuse you always go to them for help and guidance. They practically raised you.

Dianne was like the mother you had but wished for, she was angel and was supportive of your decision of you choosing to move to San Francisco. Didn’t humiliate you or laugh at your decision unlike your actual mother who was cackling for a good hour when you informed her.

Sure it broke her heart to see her daughter’ leave her but it had to be done in order for you to escape your parents. You needed that break and god made the way

Now Trent, the two of you guys always had a love and hate relationship. Sometimes it could go from you cussing and dissing each to him falling asleep on your shoulder while family guy played on the tv.

The two of you were confusing, you knew that you had developed feelings for him unintentionally but to him it was a game. He knew deep down he liked you but he was a player. Never had these feelings before so he hid it by avoiding any questions about a relationship.

Instead of addressing you about his fear of rejection. Sleeping around was what he kept doing. He didn’t wanna shoot his shot unless it ended with you being his girl. If not then he didn’t wanna hear it.

He didn’t wanna settle down and it pissed you off but you learnt to accept that and move on. Or at least you tried to. Trent was posseeive and wanted you to himself. Like for instance, you went on a date with a guy and he dressed up as waitress’s and spiked your dates drink. Causing him to get alcohol poisoning.

And he was in the hospital for a good week or two thanks to your jealous- possessive ex sneaky link that was greedy and didn’t wanna share you.

You could never forget the look on his face as he watched you board on that flight to San Francisco never to return again.

It was like seeing a lost puppy.Of course you reminded him that you weren’t moving because of him more so because of your job offer and he completely understood hopefully. But knowing Trent it probably all went out the other ear.

He was too busy clenching his jaw at nobody in particular and sucking his teeth while chewing gum every 5 seconds. Didn’t even probably greet you goodbye.

Due to how grumpy he was.

Although, Trent he never reached out again and it was like all of a sudden the once upon a time friendship or intimate relationship never mattered. And that high key fucked you up when you came to that realisation.

“My family is good. Trent’s just been so involved with football it’s almost as if he doesn’t even live with my folks.” Your face instantly changed at the mention of his name. These so called scars were meant to be healed. But they weren’t.

You didn’t expect her to bring it up so soon. You have avoided his name for 4 years. It was only until that the ice breaker was broken.

“Have you and Trent even spoken?” She shifted so that she was facing you and you shook your head. Even talking about him made you miss him. He was just so memorable.

But you doubt that even knows that you exist anymore. He has way more important things in his life now.

“Nope. He doesn’t know im here. And besides it would be strange to reach out to someone that doesn’t wanna be spoken with.” You reasoned biting your lip. You admit you were being petty right now but it was all for the accurate reasons.

Agnes sent you a strange look almost as if you were speaking alien to her.” What do you mean? You’re telling me that Trent hasn’t constantly reached out to you claiming you never answer his phone calls or texts.”

Now it was your turn to scrunch your face up.

“Is Trent mad?! That dickhead never messaged nor called me once since I went to the bay. He blocked my number as if I was some side piece that he got sick of. So I don’t know why he’s going around telling fibs that aren’t true.” You projected your voice and it was prominent that Trent had awoken the bear inside of you.

It drove you bonkers knowing that he was telling his family complete lies and a whole different story to the original plot. When in reality he just couldn’t grow the balls to contact you because he knew he was in the wrong. So he stuck with his story of you ignoring him which everyone had eat up.

Classic Trent.

Lying to cover up his own ass. He’s always been a liar since you guys were “together.” First it started off with little thing like him forgetting about your sneaky link dates. But being the naive girl love sick girl you were at the time.

You payed him no mind and never questioned him. That was until the following event had occurred that drove you to the edge. And you had wished that you hadn’t been so naive in the past.

“Oh.” Agnes scrunched up her face in discomfort. To think that her younger brother was feeding her entire family with false accusations made her blood pressure skyrocket. Especially since you’re so near and dear to her family. He caused such a bad reputation on your name.

She spent months hating your guts for causing unspeakable damage to her younger brother. He almost left his whole career behind because his mental health just took a turn for the worst.

“My brother is such a liar.” Agnes spoke in disbelief flabbergasted but what she had been told.

“That he is.” You chimed taking a sip of your wine glass.

It was about 6:40 pm. And it was just becoming dark outside thanks to now day light savings. The neighbours were silent as if they aren’t even present.

And the birds had paused their exasperating chirping. Agnes and Y/N had paused out on the couch modern family played on the tv. Agnes was hanging off the couch with her mouth wide open. Meanwhile you laid there asleep facing the couch. You two very opposite.

Agnes slept like a child and you slept like a old woman. Something that Trent use to constantly pick on you about. The sound of a phone dinging multiples times made the two groan. You guys decided to ignore it but when noticed that it wasn’t gonna stop.

Agnes blindly grabbed her phone, her eyes sour than lemon as she attempted to read the messages on her phone. But it was all blurry and a bunch of words on a screen.

“Who was it?” You faced her laying on your side as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. That had to be best nap you had in years. You were all alone in your flat in San Francisco.

Just having knowing that you have someone on your presence is so reassuring. Whether it was a friend or a loved one.

“My mum.” She says still scrolling through the texts. Her eyes had scanned through the paragraphs. Her mum loved speaking in a such big paragraphs.

You instantly tensed completely forgetting that Dianne knew everything and she possibly knew that you snuck back to Liverpool. Without telling her and there was no way she was going to let that slide without you coming to her home to visit her and her husband.

That’s the only reason why you go to her house. Not because of her son Trent. But because you love her enough to respect her.

“What does she want?” Your heart hammers against your ribcage like crazy and your breathing had quickened so rapidly.

“Just checking up on me. And she knows that you’re here and she said to tell you that you aren’t getting away that easy and basically she invited you to dinner.” Agnes non enthusiastically explains. Because she knew her mother was big on family time. Which meant that everybody was going to be there.

You groan grabbing a pillow and screaming into in frustration. Why out of all the days did she have to choose tomorrow. She could’ve found out a week but nope.

God was definitely not on your side as of right now.

“Can I cancel?” You meekly peer up at Agnes from the pillow and she had a un impressed look on her face.

“Be so for real.You know my mother Y/n. She’ll murder the both of us if we don’t attend. So you’re gonna have to put on your big girl panties and suck it up.” She stands up closing the tv and stretching her achy limbs.

Agnes knew the reason why you were all worked up was because having dinner with the Alexander-Arnold family meant that all the brothers were expected to attend.

Yes including the 5’9 right back that plays football for England and Liverpool team. Trent Alexander Arnold.

“But I don’t wanna see him. I’m not ready!” You nagged chasing Agnes up the stairs. However she ignored you slamming the door in your face. Leaving you stand there hopelessly like a child that just got declined a treat.

You spent the rest of the night yapping Agnes’s ear off about how unhappy you were that you had to face the devil himself. After years of no communication quite frankly you felt like you were going to explode.

Fuming was not even the word that could describe how you were feeling you were beyond fuming. But you should’ve known better than to think you could visit Liverpool without having to see him.

Let’s just see how it all plays out I guess.

This is my first Trent imagine/ actual imagine that I’ve taken the time to write that Lonzo one doesn’t count. I know shocker so if it’s not the best please don’t mind me. 😭

Also my knowledge of football is so little so don’t come at me alright I just got into it late last year.

I’m new to all this I just started getting into tumblr like since 2021, but only started writing last year, but enough about me rambling.

Hope you enjoyed this and stay tuned for part 2! 🤎🫶🏽

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moralisist · 11 months

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miguel x reader

summary: you and miguel go on vacation !

“come on mi amor, smile for the camera!” miguel has taken almost about 100 pictures today alone, you believe. you appreciate the fact he wants to make memories but you’re tired of stopping every five seconds to take pictures of minuscule things. “miggy, this is a tree. a random tree. do we really need a photo of me standing next to a random tree??” you ask him with your eyebrows up.

“of course we do baby. this is our first vacation together. we have to make everything count, no?” you end up taking a picture with the tree just so you could see your man have a small smile and be at peace.

you guys decided to go on vacation since you were getting exhausted of everyday spider work and you could tell miguel was too, but he’d never admit it because spider work is his whole need of living. you took it upon yourself to take you guys on a nice trip to a nice resort with his credit card. miguel being miguel at first wasn’t on board.

“it’s too expensive mi sol.” “miguel you know damn well we can afford it.” you look up at him making sure to look in his eyes so he knew how serious you were about this. “not only that, we don’t have time. hay demasiadas cosas que hacer, people to see.” (*theres too many things to do*) he tries to wave you and this idea off but you’re not having it.

“jess can take care of it. come on miggy, they can take care of themselves. especially jess, she can have people in a tight rope if she really wanted to.” you walk closer to him giving him a hug. “i just wanna spend time with you. i can tell you’re stressed so this will be good for us. hm?” he looks at you knowing he’s gonna fold when he sees your face looking at him so sweetly. he sighs loudly. “okay baby. fine. fine! you win. we can… go on vacation.” once you hear those words you lightly squeal and give him a kiss on the lips. “okay we leave friday!! hold on lemme call jess, she owes me 30 bucks.” “w-what??? 30 bucks for what?? y/n! hey!” miguel calls out for you as you’re running out the room calling jess on your phone so she could give you that 30 because she really thought he wasn’t gonna go on that trip? while knowing hes whipped for you?? easy money.

and that leaves you here. watching the sunrise on the beach, as cliche as it is, is therapeutic for the both of you. you brought a big towel so the both of you can lay or sit down. you’re sitting inside of his legs/lap while you guys watch the sun go down and are just talking about everything you guys have missed from each other since things were busy.

“you really think they’re okay without me, mi amor? even tho i’d never show it to any of the spider people, i worry sometimes. everything i do is for their best interest.” he sighs sounding exhausted and his voice is laced with guilt. from his grumpy demeanor and his short temper, i’m sure none of the spider people even have a clue that miguel is even aware of their presence unless it’s with big missions or anything that has to do with work. “it’s okay miguel, i’m sure they know deep down. don’t worry about that right now. right now it’s just us. you can worry about the rest of them after this trip. that’s the whole reason i brought us here.” he laughs at you and you look at him confused. “you brought us here? baby, i saw my credit card information. this trip was in the 10 thousands?!!? i forgot i needed to talk to you about that actually-” “come on miggy let’s go get some drinks!” you get up running to the nearest bar that served your now favorite lemonade. “oh so you can put it on my tab?? i don’t think so baby.” he gets up and catches up to you and takes your hand while dragging you guys back to your spot. “we can get drinks later, on me. just… stay with me for right now okay? i like it when it’s just us.” youre laying on his chest on the towel now. you look up at him and see his face finally relax for the first time in a couple months. “me too miggy.” he kisses your forehead while holding you in his arms, making a note to do trips with you more often.

#miguel x you #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel fluff #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel x y/n

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theworldoffostering · 9 months

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We keep on keeping on.

I managed to get Ms. 6 out of the tent this morning and then talked to DS. He must have told me “I don’t know” 15x in 15 minutes while I attempted to debrief last night with him. So basically, I have zero understanding of what he was feeling or thinking. He was helpful in packing up camp, so I know he felt a little bad about what happened but he has expressed no remorse or really any emotion whatsoever.

I talked with Ms. 6 separately after speaking to DS this morning. I offered to take her to Jackson and buy her a plane ticket home (at her expense), but she couldn’t problem solve what she would do after she arrived in Chicago. She eventually decided her best bet was to drive home with us.

Her mom texted me and it’s clear to me that Ms. 6 is doing her best to triangulate her mom and myself. No surprise there.

I told Ms. 6 if she was going to ride home with us, she needed to be both kind and respectful. Mostly she spent the first five hours pouting and keeping to herself (which isn't the worst thing she could be doing). Refusing to eat or take meds. Typical spiral loop for her. I kept trying to be upbeat and continued to engage in positive things but in very short spurts.

I can’t tell you how hurt I am that DS was involved in this and cut our vacation (that I really needed) short due to behaviors. Secondary trauma sucks.

We ended up stopping in WY for dinner. Ms. 6 continues to refuse any and all food options. I offered to buy her basically whatever she wanted at the restaurant or a gas station. She said she would eat when she “gets home.” That’s like tomorrow night and the last time she ate was yesterday afternoon so I gently reminded her that wasn’t going to work.

She told me I could leave her in WY because I was a bad mom. Then she called her mom and played the victim card and said she couldn’t eat because SHE was stressed. She proceeded to escalate in the parking lot and I just calmly explained that she needed to eat so that she could take her medication and get out of the spiral. I reminded her that she was much safer to be around if she had food and needed medication on board. She eventually took the meds but no food and then demanded to be left there.

After awhile we agreed we would be willing to take her to a bus station. We drove over there. The next bus leaves tomorrow evening and it’s a 30 hour ride to get home and will cost her $200 for a ticket. She decided at that point she’s rather eat a couple of bites of a cheeseburger and ride with us. It delayed us well over an hour.

Then her mom texted me that maybe Ms. 6 couldn’t eat because she was stressed. I tried to explain the need to eat, that I’m sure she was stressed, but she brought that upon herself, that she didn’t have access to food when she was younger, etc. Then her mom said she definitely had access to food when she was younger. I’m not going to get into it with her mom, but it is clear to me after having placement of Ms. 6 and her siblings that they definitely did not have consistent access to food. Idk if her mom genuinely doesn’t remember that due to addiction, or she’s blocked it out, or something else.

Her mom seemed happy in the end that Ms. 6 was not going to be on a bus. She also told me that Ms. 6 was welcome to visit her but she was not looking for placement of her so we’ll see if that’s true or not in the coming days/weeks/months.

We are staying the night in the middle of nowhere and then hopefully will make it home tomorrow.

#parent is super hard #adoption #adoption from foster care #trauma #parenting teens

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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hi omg i need to stop lurking and start talking to ppl

i seriously admire you and other creators for taking on tickletober. like damn, thats 31 pieces of work. you should be super proud!!! I really hope you enjoy that mini vacation bc you def deserve it!!! your ability to churn out so much fantastic work while balancing your personal life is extremely inspiring <3 <3 i know youre going far with whatever you put your mind to!!!

im gonna just drop a little wild card of a request-ish thingy. on my mind rn are kisses!!! kisses turning into raspberries!!! feel free to use it or not, or combine it with another prompt, im leaving it up to you <3

hope you have a fantastic october, and an amazing november, AND THEN CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS OMG 2022 GO BYE BYE

Skribblz! *Flailing hug jumps* It's so good to hear from you! :D Merry Christmas, New Years, the end of the freaking 2022 nightmare whoop whoop HELLO! :D I've gotcha covered! I was going back and forth on who to use for this prompt, but ultimately fell on Sengen because- yes. Sengen. :D

I hope you like it! :D Here's to a grand 2023!

Everyone has a love language. Gen’s is kisses.

~~~

“Senku-chan. Have you been here all morning?” Gen shuffled into the makeshift lab, tilting his head curiously at the other.

“Hm? Oh yeah- I had an idea on how to progress with the lightbulb. It’s proving to be rather…difficult.” Senku sighed, bending his head as he ran a hand through his hair. His shoulders were set with tension, stress rolling off him in waves. “I’ll take a break soon just…yeah.”

Gen hummed, nodding. Walking over, he reached out and gently hugged his boyfriend’s shoulders, nuzzling his cold cheek against the warmth of the other’s skin.

“Ah! Mentalist, you’re freezing!” Senku yelped, a chuckle escaping his lips as Gen pressed closer. “Stop, you’re too cold!”

“No way- you're warm!” Gen grinned, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against the back of his neck. “When you're ready for a break, come find me. I’ll be with the kids making wires and such.” With another kiss, Gen let him go, disappearing from the lab with a small wave.

“Heh…maybe I will.” Senku shook his head softly, cheeks warm as he ran a hand along the back of his neck, the skin still tingling from Gen’s lips.

Later that day, Senku returned, shaking in his coat as he scurried over to a blanket wrapped Gen.

“Scoot over, I’m freezing.”

Gen smiled in his pillow, doing just that as the scientist crawled in beside him. “Oh! Senku-chan you’re actually freezing!” Gen yelped with a laugh upon feeling Senku’s cold limbs against his- reaching out and taking his frozen fingers within his own. “How long have you been out today?” “Too long. I got caught up in some lab testing.” Senku snuggled closer, pressing his cool cheek into Gen’s warm shoulder. “I’m tired. Wake me up later.”

“But Senku-chan, it’s only the evening.” Gen teased, smiling when he felt the other start to snooze. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Sleep well, Senku-chan.”

~~~

“You cut yourself?” Gen’s voice shook him from his thoughts, bringing him back to reality.

“Hm? Oh, I did, didn’t I?” Senku looked down at his hands, eyeing the reddish lines racing along his palms. “I must have caught them on something. I’ll go clean up.”

“Let me do it.” Gen blurted out, startling them both. Face warm, Gen cleared his throat before gesturing to Senku’s hands. “I…I don’t mind doing it. Cleaning up your hands that is.”

Senku blinked, taking in the request. “Yeah…sure. Thank you, mentalist.” He smiled, feeling suddenly shy. It was just hands- did it really matter all that much?

Gen nodded, equally flustered as he went to gather up the things. Before long, he had a small clay basin and a rag, the soap wrapped up in it. Over his arms lay two fresh arm bands to rewrap Senku’s hands. “A-Alright- ehm. Take a seat.” Gen waved him down, kneeling before him and gathering up the first limb. “L-Let me know if it hurts.”

Despite the shake in his voice, Gen’s hands were gentle. Unwrapping the bandages Senku always wore, he went to work- carefully dabbing at the angry red lines. It stung a little, but Senku was grateful for that. Had it not hurt, he was sure he’d be an absolute wreck right now.

“Heh- you're pretty good at this, Mentalist.” He had to break the tension before his heart exploded. “Cut yourself alot with those playing cards?”

“Please, me? The great Mentalist?” The other seemed to relax, an easy smile on his lips. “That’s all magic- I simply make it appear.”

“Sure you do.” Senku snorted, earning a playful glare from the other.

“I’ll remember that…It’s mainly from cooking.” Gen confessed, finishing off the first hand and gathering the other. “I’m not exactly a good chef. I can barely work a microwave back in our time, let alone a kitchen knife.”

Senku tried. He flattened his lips. He breathed through his nose. He closed his eyes with so much tension he was sure he looked like he was in pain.

“One time I put an egg in the microwave.” Gen carried on, starting to smile. “I didn’t know you were supposed to pierce it. When I went to get it, the entire inside looked like a crime scene. It was like I killed Gudetama.”

That did it. Senku let out a wheeze, pressing his freshly cleaned hand to his mouth as he laughed himself silly. “Ohohohoho mahahhan! Mentalist youhohour a worse chehehef than mehehehe!”

“Oh hush! I’m not that terrible!” Gen giggled with him, clearly pleased with himself. “At least I didn’t burn bread seven times in a row!”

That only made Senku laugh harder, the scientist turning away as his shoulders shook with mirth. His ears were red- Gen wanted to kiss them. “Ohooho, ohohooho god! Mentalist, yoohohour too much!” Senku snorted, sitting back up with tears in his eyes, a loving warmth mixed in them that made Gen’s heart skip. “Remihihnd me not to puhuhut you on cooking duty.”

“No worries there. I’m sure the village knows already, hehe.” Gen looked down at Senku’s hand, now clean and dry. It was warm, fitting perfectly in his own. Without much thought, he brought it up to his lips, kissing the now clean wounds.

“G-Gen?” Senku was so surprised by the action he used his real name. His face was aflame once more, eyes wide in surprise. This time, Gen only winked, kissing it again.

“Sometimes we gotta kiss it all better, yeah?” Gen teased, pressing one more kiss against it before grabbing the bandages.

“Y-Yeah…I suppose we do.” Senku murmured, flustered the rest of the evening.

~~~

“Oi, would you cut that out!” Senku squirmed beneath him, giggles climbing up his throat with each kiss and nuzzle Gen gave him. They had a free evening- Chrome had more or less forced Senku out of the lab earlier that day. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone. Go get some rest. I’ll take care of everything.”

At first, Senku was a bit irritated. He was- at least to him- on a breakthrough with his current project.

But then he saw Gen’s smiling face upon returning to their little room and decided Chrome was absolutely correct. He did need a break.

“Why should I? You’re too cute!” Gen teased between kisses, pressing another one behind Senku’s ear, making him blush and yelp out a laugh. “The cutest Scientist I’ve ever met in my life!”

“Yooohohohu huhuhuhuhush, Mehehehentahhahahlist!” Senku twisted in his arms, the acts in vain as they only opened up more tickle spots for Gen to get to. “Staahhahap it, ah! Wahhhahait!” He scrunched up as Gen kissed his neck right along a pulsepoint. “No kihihihihihsing!”

“Yes kissing!” Gen smiled against his skin, daring to lightly bite him and earning a squeak. “Unless you want me to nibble instead?”

“Yohoohohohhu suhuhuhuck- GAH NOHOHOHO!” Gen had moved back up to his ear, lightly biting it, sending both him and Senku falling backwards. “MEHEHEHHENTALIHIHIHIST!”

“Hm?” Gen asked, sitting up with twinkling eyes.

“Staahahhhahp it! Nohoohoho bihhihihting or kihiihihihssing!” Senku huffed, giving him a glare.

“Boo…fine fine. I won’t kiss or bite.” Gen agreed, something in his expression sending shivers down the other’s spine.

“Mentalist…don’t you Dahare!” Gen attacked once more, pressing his face into the crook of his neck. At first, there was nothing. No kisses, no nibbles, not even a nuzzle.

And then-

“PFFFFFFT!”

“GAH AHEHAHHAHAH YOU SUHUHUHUHUCK!” Senku howled in laughter, shoving weakly at Gen’s shoulders as the other blew another raspberry into his skin. “GHEHEHEHEHEHEN!”

“Hehe, okay okay!” Gen laughed, sitting back with a smile, watching Senku gasp for air. His cheeks were bright red, eyes misty with mirth as they tried to glare up at Gen. “Aww, don’t look at me like that. You can’t tell me you weren’t having fun, Senku-chan~”

“Shuuhuhuht up….mehehheentalist.” He groaned, no real malice in his voice as he ran a hand over his face. When he looked back again, Gen was watching him fondly, something soft in his expression. Senku knew exactly what he wanted.

“Heh…come here.” He reached up, wrapping a hand around Gen’s collar loosely before pulling him down, pressing their lips together. Immediately Gen melted into the kiss, reaching out to pull Senku closer.

They stayed like that for a long time, pulling away when they needed to breathe. “Better?” Senku asked when he could, deeply satisfied with the warm blush on Gen’s cheeks, the color running down his neck.

“Much better.” Gen nodded, snuggling close. “Can we do that again?”

“Like you need to even ask.” Senku laughed as Gen kissed him again and again.

Thanks for reading! :D

#dr stone #tickle #tickle fic #sengen #senku ishigami #gen asagiri #fluff #kisses #lots of kisses #This was so cute to write ahhh!#I love them your honor

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getosuguruswife · 2 years

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A WILD AFTERNOON

content : Geto x f!reader, public sex

MDNI

Geto is a gentleman, like yes he will fuck your brains out, rail you to the point you'll feel it in your toes, but he will then massage your feet to make them less sore. He has always loved to fuck, but there's nothing like the pussy of the girl you love, and clearly, the sex with you was the best he ever had since he was so infatuated by you. Now that he knew what it felt like, he never wanted to leave and fuck somebody else ever again, his dick belonged to no one else but you, and he would become your slave if you wanted to. You were very beautiful of course, like a lot of women on Earth, but your energy, your spirit was definitely transcendant, and Geto loved it so much that he felt the need to bury his cock deep inside of you to feel its full power.

You can't say you didn't feel the same way. Looks were one thing (despite Geto's beauty being out of this world), but to be so connected, so in phase with someone's mind was a one of a kind type of experience and your love for him made you eager for sex, for physical touch no matter the time or the place.

The best sex you ever had with Geto had to be in a field. After a long week of work and stress, your boyfriend and you decide to escape on a romantic getaway in the countryside, where his parents own a vacation home. As the weather is perfect to go for a walk, you do so, hands in hands, in the middle of the nature. Once you arrive on a huge grass field where little potentilla flowers are forming yellow dots everywhere, you stop, lay a large cloth on the grass, and sit on it.

It doesn't take long for you two to be all upon each other, tongues dancing in each other's mouth, making the loudest sounds that would gross out anybody that hear it. Geto is always so passionate about his kisses, and while his mouth is against yours, his hand is ruthlessly palming your tit, which makes you mewl in pleasure. He gets quickly on top of you, releasing your tongue from his and ready to lift the flowery-summer dress you wear. Realizing you don't wear any panties makes his dick grow harder into his pants, to the point where it could crack it, and after freeing himself from the then-tight fabric suffocating his package, Geto took his hard and veiny dick out of his pants and pressed open his two large hands on each of your thigh , opening himself a free way to your wet pussy. It has been 2 years since you started dating, and still he is looking at your fat cunt like a wolf ready to jump on its prey, and you catch a glimpse of danger in the bright of his eyes, but that turns you on so much, that you moan without even realizing it. You feel your face getting warmer under your skin once you see your boyfriend smiling from the corner of his mouth, but you know he isn't making fun of you, he loves the effect he has on you, and he was so ready to make you cry his name.

Geto shoved his dick right in between your lips, and your wetness made it way smoother than expected. "So fucking warm and wet for me, ugh baby?"

You were already screaming like a little animal caught in a trap. "Yes baby, you make me so fucking wet." His pink tip is kissing your cervix and it hurts, but that's how you like your sex : a mixture of pleasure and pain, all at the same time.

His hands are still forcing your legs open, and while he is holding his grip, he gets deeper and deeper into your hole, making your whole body move under his pace. At one point he frees your boobs of your dress, and puts his hand back on your thigh. Now that he has full vision of your tits moving from up to down, plus a slight vision on your clit getting pinker and pinker at his thrust, he can hardly keep himself from cumming inside of you. He will though, (because he is gentleman, remember?) and he can't imagine not giving his woman a mind-blowing orgasm before having his.

Eventually, you come to it, grateful that the field was remoted enough for you to scream as you pleased. You're tired, breathless, but you need more, and Geto hasn't cum yet. As crual as he is, he isn't going to let no time for your body to recover from this overwhelming stimulation, and starts grabbing the under of each of your thighs. Once you understand his intention, you surround his neck with your arms and let yourself get lifted by the man. He is now standing up, so tall that you almost feel dizzy into his arms, although you did that a thousand times. Geto's cock is still deep inside of you, and he makes sure for it not to leave your struggling cunt.

"Baby, you creamed so bad on my dick! I have no choice but to fuck you with your own juice now.." He whispers in your ears, making your walls clench around him, despite you thinking it was dead after what he just did to you. Without warning he starts lifting you from up to down, making you jump on his still-hard wood and keeping his promise of fucking you in your own fluid. You hold him close to you, afraid to fall from all this movement, and with your face so close to his, can hear your man's masculine groans right in your ear. You already cummed, not that long ago, but it seems like he is engaging that machine all over again with them growls.

"Yes daddy! Harder!!"

Geto follows your instructions and get quicker with it. This time, it feels like his dick is beating your cervix, and as uncomfortable as it may feel, it's also so fucking good, and you wouldn't want him to stop. He lifts you up so high that you're flying, only to make you go deep down on his cock, and honestly, you don't think you'll ever be able to walk normally after this.

After long minutes of intense sport, it becomes harder to breathe, your hair is sticking to your sweaty forehead, and you know you'll come soon enough. Geto slams his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth once again, and with how strong he is going in your pussy, you understand he is at the edge of exploding inside. You lock your legs around his waist, holding his neck tightly, and the two of you finally explode in a loud groan.

Geto tries to put you back on the ground, but you feel your legs shake as soon as your feet hit the grass. He catches you, amused that you were about to fall, and you give him an ugly stare. After all, he was the one who did this.

You rested a good 30 minutes in the field, needy of some time to get back from the crazy sex you just had, and realizing how bold of you it was to fuck in a place where everyone could have seen you. But as embarrassing as it felt, you knew you was going to do it again.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto smut #geto suguru #getou x y/n #getou suguru smut #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #jjk getou #getou suguru #suguru geto x reader

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celestialking · 2 years

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Sour N Sweet

◇ NSFW 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI ◇ You will be blocked ◇

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Pairing: Tanuki!Awesamdude , amab!reader

Au: Animal Crossing

Warnings: amab, brief mention of breeding, knot, hand against mouth, let me know if i forgot something

Phrase Rainbow: “Quiet, baby, don't want the others to hear do you?"

An: he has a knot cause i said so :P

You loved working for Happy Home Paradise. You got to travel around to different types of islands ranging from the cold icy winter to a beautiful cherry blossom forest. One of your favorite parts of working there, other than the house decorating, was meeting all of your clients. Every one of them had been a pleasure to work with, making your job live up to the name.

Except for Sam.

Now there wasn't anything wrong with him. The tanuki hybrid was quite kind and gentle but he was incredibly picky. Had you known about his specific tastes you might have waited another day instead of giving a blind thumbs up to your boss.

The island you had chosen was part of the newest sector open to vacation houses, the bamboo forest. It seemed like it was a big hit however since Sam was outside admiring the scenery as you arrived.

"Hello," you waved as you approached him. You watched as the ringed tail swished slightly before he turned to face you.

"Hey, you must be with the vacation home place," he greeted.

You nodded your head coming to a stop in front of him. You had worked with Tanuki before, but you had to admit the sheer height of the man in front of you made you tremble slightly.

"Let's go inside," he trotted after you as you led him inside. The outside of the house would also need some work, but you wanted to get a general theme laid out before you even started to think of remodeling the house walls. The only things in the entire room were a hammock, a table, and a chair. As usual, your client had already hand-selected the three items he wanted in the house.

"So, was there a specific theme?" You asked, pulling out your design tablet.

Sam sat down in the hammock, swinging gently. "Mm not really, just someplace I can hang out and cook,"

A cook. You could do that easily. Just last week someone wanted a gourmet kitchen, and you whipped up a plan that they adored.

Giving a glance to Sam you sat down at the table. It didn't take long to recreate the design you had in mind and also incorporate his furniture.

When you were done you wandered over to Sam excited. "Here, what do you think?" Glancing down quickly at your design he seemed to have made a judgment within seconds. Sam made a slight face making your proud smile vanish. "What? What's wrong?"

"I don't like it," He shrugged.

"Well, what's wrong with it?"

Sam shrugged again, slouching back into the hammock.

No problem. You weren't the best in your field for only having one design. You began moving the furniture around on the screen to a more simplistic floorplan returning to your seat as you did.

Upon finishing your second plan you flipped the tablet to Sam. A sigh forced through your lips as you watched his eyebrows furrow. Once more he had something to say about your design. He had something to say about every design. The wallpaper was too dark, too light, the kitchen had too much room, not enough room. Quite frankly this entire exchange was starting to make you frustrated.

Sam let out a soft groan that made your stomach twist for a second. Silently glancing over you watched the hybrid stand from the hammock and stretch. His shirt lifted slightly revealing a bit of a happy- No. There was no time to have thoughts like this. You just needed to get the house done, make Sam's vacation wishes come true, and maybe have time to stop by the Café after you were done.

"You seemed stressed, pretty boy," Sam hummed.

You watched the tanuki slip closer to you, finally paying you more attention. Maybe he had gotten bored of his pickiness and was coming over to help. "Yes. I am because you're being difficult to please," You mumbled, half hoping your client wouldn't hear your lack of filter.

Sam attempted to muster up the cutest pout he could. "But I just want it to be perfect, don't you?"

"I do but-"

"Hey I've got an idea, why don't you take a break for a little and let me take care of some of that stress,"

You sighed, setting the tablet down on the table. Looking at you you were only able to speak half your sentence "Oh? And how would-" There was a recognizable look in his eyes. One you might had just given him moments ago.

"Why don't you sit on the table and find out?"

Your eyes flickered between Sam and your work. Maybe a tiny break wouldn't hurt. You shifted onto the table letting the Tanuki step between your legs. "I just wanted a taste before we started," he grinned.

"A taste?"

He gently undid your shorts tugging them down as much as he could, same with your boxers. "Yeah," Sam replied, grasping your half-hard cock. "A taste," the feeling of his tongue so suddenly, forced a surprised moan from your lips.

Sam made his way to the tip quickly, suckling just there. You whined as the rest of your dick ached for attention. A hand pushed on your chest as he finally took your entire cock into his mouth. Sam made you lay back on the table, an arm pinning your hips down and fingers pushing at your lips. You let them in, almost gagging as they went deeper than you expected. His mouth felt like heaven around you, you almost couldn't believe this was happening.

Sam pulled away with a wet pop to stroke for a few seconds. "See? Look at how relaxed you feel. We better keep going though, just to make sure you stay that way," Sam wagged happily.

You sobbed around his fingers, squirming on the table. You wanted to warn him, your orgasm building up harshly. But the fingers playing with your tongue made it hard to speak. Your hand that was in his hair flicked at his soft fuzzy hybrid ears to maybe attempt to get his attention. But it didn't work, he continued to suck and lick making you tremble with just the heat of his mouth.

Just as your dick twitched Sam removed his lips. Your hips bucked into nothing. He chuckled. "You'll get more in a second," his fingers pulled back covered in your spit and saliva. Quickly they pushed against your hole beginning to open you up.

He hadn't waited long enough for your orgasm to fade apparently. You cried out, cum splashing against your lower stomach.

"Poor thing," he teased.

Sam was then holding his shirt up with his teeth so he could get his pants undone with his free hand. You unintentionally clenched around his fingers as you imagined those teeth making marks on you. "Don't get too excited now sugar," he teased. "We haven't even gotten to the best part,"

Sam added a third finger, scissoring and stretching you open. He pulled them out with impatience, watching you clench around nothing. Sam used his spit to slick up his cock the wet noises of his strokes making your stomach twist.

To your surprise, however, he didn't put it in right away. Instead, the hybrid leaned down pressing his lips against your thighs. "I don't believe I've gotten a please yet," Sam mumbled, biting into them. He sucked harshly before pulling away to reveal a dark mark. He continued his way across your skin copying his actions.

"Please," you whined, making the hybrid look up from his marks. "Please Sam fuck me please," you thought you might cry if he didn't fuck you this instant.

"Well since you asked so nicely," he grinned, pulling away. He spread your legs further, the tip of his dick pressing against your hole. He teased you, lightly rutting against it, then pressed just the tip in.

Eventually, Sam had his fair share of fun before his desperation caught up with him. He quickly bottomed out with a grunt. His dick stretched you open dizzily. It almost felt like he was rearranging your guts. Although you had started partially sitting up, clinging onto Sam's shoulders; It wasn't long before you were laying back against the table letting him do as he pleased.

He moved slowly, the thick cock dragging against your walls. "Fuck baby," Sam groaned. "Should have stretched you more, squeezing the fuck out of me," or maybe he's just that big.

Every thrust from him practically punched the air from your lungs. Your moans mixed with his filled the rooms. "Sammy please, harder,"

A sharp thrust received a sharp noise in return.

The Tanuki above you slowly leaned down, caging you in. "Better be careful," he whispered. At your confused glance, he chuckled. “Quiet, baby. Don't want the others to hear, do you?" Sam rolled his hips into yours slowly, watching with amusement as you attempted to keep your mouth shut.

In this equal exchange of pleasure, you had forgotten about your coworkers milling around outside waiting for your return. "Don't want them to hear you being ruined by this dick,"

Your legs were limp in his grasp. His clawed fingers dug into your thighs slightly as he held them open. Tears were forming at your attempts to stay silent. "I'll remember this for a long time," Sam grunted, thrusting harsher. "Every time I eat at this table, I'll think about how you prettily cried taking this dick. Begging for me to give it harder,"

It was as if he wanted you to be louder saying such filthy things.

"You're dripping baby," Sam chuckled, glancing down at your cock. The tip was drooling precum against your stomach. He continued to poke and prod, each sentence being filthier than the last. Anything to make you scream his name behind your muffled hand.

You were too far gone though to even form a sentence. Nothing but incoherent moans and cries behind your fingers. An image that brought a smile to the hybrid's face.

"Here let me help you," Sam purred. His hand knocked yours away pressing over your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as his cock repeatedly slammed into your prostate. The new position of him leaning forward pressed his dick deeper. As if he couldn't fill you anymore, something bigger pressed against your hole.

"S-sorry sugar," he moaned.

You had completely forgotten about a quickly hushed whisper he had mentioned earlier. You pushed your hips back against the knot hoping Sam would get the idea. And it seemed he had.

The high whine that left his lips as his knot pushed in had you cumming around him, tightly squeezing his cock. Sam's moan broke halfway through. He held you close as you felt him fill you full of his cum.

You both trembled against each other as you slowly ground through your orgasms. Sam's lips met yours with a harsh pant, the taste of each other on your tongues.

When it finally softened enough to pull out Sam watched as cum leaked out and onto part of the table. His lips were overtaken by a pout of a frown.

"Now look at that angel," his finger pushed some of the cum in again. Gently he helped you off the table and bend over it.

"You've wasted some, I guess I'll just have to fill you again," Sam grinned slowly pushing his cock back in. "Maybe even breed you this time," his thrusts immediately built up to a fast pace making you grip the table.

"Good thing us hybrids have great stamina,"

There was no thought in your head as you gladly let him expel his energy. Safe to say this vacation house was now free of charge, maybe you'd have to come back and collect a monthly rent.

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