#*side eyes the 'black cat' incident*

[ljf613]

the way the backstory arc sets up the origins of rin and yukio's names very early on..... and then spends the entire arc showing how "the yuki-otoko" is so much like rin-- while "rinka" has more in common with yukio than anyone could have guessed

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #thoughts #blue exorcist spoilers #okumura twins #meta #rin and yukio #rin okumura #yukio okumura #i have FEELINGS about this #THE PARALLELS!!! #from the beginning of the series we've seen a lot of the positive things rin has in common with shiro #*side eyes the 'black cat' incident* #but this arc actually showed a lot of their similar FLAWS too!!! #they're both young hot headed IDIOTS and it's GREAT!!! #meanwhile yukio and 'rinka' are both calculating planners who DEVOUR knowledge #and just don't quite GET other people no matter how hard they try #but what sets rin and yukio apart is that they have EACH OTHER #they have someone they admire and constantly strive to be like who they love more than anyone else #and who feels the exact same way about them #and it makes ALL THE DIFFERENCE #yes they're rivals!!! but it comes from a place of LOVE!!! and they're stronger when they work TOGETHER!!! #which shiro and satan would NEVER have done!!! #all queued up

[dilfsfordinner]

summary- toji fails to prevent a completely preventable messy incident from occurring, involving his son

pairing- husband toji x fem!reader

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“You wanna do it?” Toji grinned, eyebrows raised as he watched little Megumi tug the ratchet from his grasp, waddling towards the raised car, brave enough to face the thing he’d thought a transformer just months prior.

Your car was in dire need of an oil change and being the caring husband that he was, Toji took up his place as mechanic for the day, his worry about typical shop workers taking advantage of women evident in his pleas for you to just stay home and let him do it.

Megumi also took up his place as the incredibly curious and stubborn one year old, his job apparently to make Toji’s work as hard as humanly possible, every babble or questionable crash tearing Toji’s attention away from the task at hand, which is why he stopped trying, and just let his son indulge in his childlike curiosity.

Of course, you would lose your mind if you knew that your baby was around such a large machine, but Toji knew himself and his capabilities, his reflexes practically inhuman, so he didn’t really mind a little thing running around his feet, as long as he kept an eye out.

“Alright, Megs, give it back,” Toji said gently, hand curling open to reveal a waiting palm, Toji realizing that the young boy did not intend to help him underneath the car. Rather, he’d started a game of tag, little feet scurrying to the other side of the garage, awaiting his father’s move.

Refusing to let a one year old bruise his competitive spirit, Toji used his skills to be across the room in a split second, large hands grabbing Megumi before he could run away, a loud slew of giggles leaving the young boy’s lips, Toji smiling as he held him up with only two hands, walking towards the car like he was holding a feral cat.

Setting the babbling child down, Toji got down on his level, kneeling to tell Megumi to stay back and watch for a second. Pulling himself under the car, Toji then began to use Megumi like a little assistant, asking for tools as needed. “Wrench please” and similar phrases continued for a while before Toji was ready to actually do the task at hand.

Humming in approval at his handiwork, Toji made one final request to the boy sitting beside his feet. “Can you get the jug of oil for me, please?” he asked gently, hands busy holding the port above him closed, his ears catching an excited “yes” and the patter of running feet retreating farther into the garage.

Too preoccupied to notice the unusual length of time it was taking for his son to grab the requested bottle, Toji continued his tinkering before an odd smack sounded, glugging sounds following soon after.

Pausing his movements, Toji craned his neck to try and see his son but before he could even question what had happened, a familiar sniffle sounded at his feet, loud cries flowing from his baby’s mouth.

Sighing, Toji quickly screwed the oil duct tight, and pulled himself from under the car. The sight he emerged to was certainly a surprising one. There, right next to all of his discarded tools, was an oil-covered Megumi, his whole body completely drenched with the thick, black substance.

Letting out a sympathetic laugh and sweet “It’s okay”s, Toji scooped up his crying child, tutting as the dripping kid hid his face in his dad’s chest, trying to hide or remove the liquid, Toji couldn’t tell.

Completely clueless to the situation outside, you were busy in the kitchen, making a snack for your husband as a thank you. For the first time in an hour, familiar footsteps sounded behind you as you chopped up some vegetables, smiling to yourself as you expected two arms to come wrap around you. What you didn’t expect was to hear the wails of your baby boy, and you especially couldn’t have prepared yourself to see him in the flesh.

“What happened,” you gasped as Toji held the young boy to his chest, a black trail of droplets gathering around his feet as you rushed up to the two of them. Cradling little Megumi’s face, oil coated your hands, anger bubbling inside of you, the only funnel being a slap to your husband’s shoulder, narrowed eyes turning up to meet his own.

“I told you to leave him in here,” you huffed, your angry tone fizzling into sympathetic coos as your attention turned back to your son. “It was an accident,” Toji’s voice had that humorous lilt to it, one that was really good at making your very motherly nature less worrisome. “It happens to workers all the time, he’ll be okay.”

And he was right, because after what seemed to be hours of scrubbing and a whole bottle of dawn dish soap later, the previously oily Megumi was squeaky clean, and incredibly happy as he munched away on his dinner. Toji couldn’t help but retell the story a million times, ignoring your reprimanding words as he fell into a fit of laughter, which eventually had your lips starting to pull into a smile, Megumi none the wiser, his memory about the incident already wiped away.

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#toji fluff #jjk #toji x female reader #toji x reader #baby megumi #dad!toji #mamaguro #jjk fluff #jjk x fem!reader #toji fushiguro fluff #toji zenin x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #dad toji #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[lululandd]

antics;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

wordcount: 1.4k+

warnings: fluff, reader owns a cat, the cat has a name

note: happy holidays :3 (also on AO3)

summary: reader unknowingly pranks simon.

part i. | part ii. | part iii.

Your pet cat had been restless the whole day; pacing around the front door with his tail swishing about, meowing your way and then stared at the door to let you know he wanted to go outside, batting things away from your hands, before camping in front of the door to nap in front of it.

He’s back.

And by ‘he’ you mean the really tall burly man that lives at the other end of the hall that your cat loves. He is an indoor cat that gets to sniff the hallway and the lift on extremely rare occasions, so how he figures out the man is back home when he’s inside your flat you will never know.

He met him one time. One time. If it wasn’t for his obsession with the man you’d have forgotten about the whole thing. Your naughty pet had escaped and ran towards the open lift that day, and unluckily the doors were open, but luckily there was a man with quick reflexes right by the door that caught him in between his legs. He pinched the little bastard by the neck with his ankles and just stood there while you two looked at each other in surprise.

He recovered far quicker than you did. “You gonna get ‘em or what?” His tone is clipped, hands holding onto the elevator door so it doesn’t close on him.

It snapped you out of your stupor. “Sorry!” You walked towards him and kneeled as you tried to grab your chubby pet.

This incident stayed on his little kitty brain over and over or something because he never got over the man til this day. There would be weeks, even months of ‘normal’ behaviour until he behaves, well… like this.

Only this time you decided to indulge him to see what he would do. You cautiously watched his excited little pitter patter and raised tail a couple of steps behind, ready to haul him back home if it gets too overwhelming or if the man reacts negatively. He stood up on both his hind legs at his door and started meowing, ears perked up intently towards it. His eyes practically shining black orbs when he turned his head to look at you. He puts his paws back down on the ground and meows one last time towards the oncoming footsteps from the other side of the door.

He bolted around the man’s legs as soon as it opened, running straight into his flat. He had learnt from his previous mistake of going in between them.

“What the fuck.” He muttered under his breath as he turned his head back inside, before closing the door. You had worried he would do something drastic but he came back out a few seconds later, with your cat held by the chest as the rest of his body sits on his forearm. He seems to be content being slung around by a stranger. “Li’l cheeky bastard tried to get my salmon.”

“Oh no…” You placed both hands on your mouth, “I hope he didn't get any?”

“He allergic?” He asks, eyebrows knitting close together in what you hope to be concern. It was a little hard to discern his expression when he had his lower half of his face covered with a mask.

You shook your head as you stepped forwards, offering to take your cat back. “No, he’s not. Just didn’t want him to ruin your meal, that’s all.”

“He didn’t get any.” He bounced your fat cat on his arm like he weighs nothing. “What’s his name?”

“Meese.” You answered as seriously as you could, “Like the plural form of moose.” adding the explanation when he looks confused.

He nodded solemnly before swishing the arm with your cat on it around, “So where does Meese live?”

It took all your will power and strength to not giggle at his question, trying your best to look neutral as you pointed at the other end of the hallway.

He raised his arm so he could stare into Meese’s face, “How in bloody hell didja smell my salmon from way over there, boy?”

“I’m so sorry for the trouble.”

“Not at all.” He waved it off as if nothing that just happened was out of the ordinary, like a stranger’s cat purring up a storm on his forearm is a common occurrence, and his Salmon dinner wasn’t almost ruined by said cat.

“I should probably get back.” You took another step forwards, again offering to take him off his hands. “I can come back later after you finish dinner if you want to play with him?”

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Harsh winds whipped at his fur collar, making it flap annoyingly against his helmet as he kept his sights on the building through his binoculars. The mission brought him and Laswell to Norway, with him lying prone out here on the twenty centimeter snow while Laswell is sitting on a chair in a heated fucking tent, probably has hot chocolate with her. With marshmallows.

His radio garbled to life, the sound half drowned by the blizzard. “Sitrep, Brav—.”

He cuts her off immediately. “Nothin’ yet. Cold as fuck, over.”

“Snippy are we?” He can hear the smile and playfulness in her tone.“Are you out of heat packs, Ghost?”

“Savin’ a couple.” He regrets not creating a snow wall and now the weather’s getting to him. Soap would’ve laughed at his stupidity if he was here with them.

The thought punched him in the gut, a shiver washed over him as the thought of his best friend loomed heavy over his psyche.

“See anything interesting, Ghost?”

What the actual fuck is Laswell on about.

He’s never been close with Laswell, as she’s usually paired up with Price and Gaz. On the past few missions she’s in his ear, he’s never been on the direct receiving end of her casual jabber and Ghost felt a little awkward joking around with someone as high rank as Laswell. He wishes he has Gaz’s easy personality and openness right now, that man even cut through his defences like a lightsaber on butter.

He adjusted his binoculars and zoomed out a little bit to get a better look around the compound to find something to humour his superior. There’s a wooded area on the right, and a frozen over body of water on the left, a derelict civilian jeep sitting all by its lonesome in the middle of said lake. It made him smile the first time he saw it, because it’s the kind of thing he would’ve started or participated in if he worked in this god-forsaken place.

A harmless betting pool. Guess what date—and maybe time—would the jeep sink into the water, and win a couple rations, or chocolate bars maybe. Perhaps cash if they trust each other enough. Whatever prick tied up inside the jeep would just be an added bonus. The perfect pastime that could initiate an investigation.

Just as he thought about people he would love to stuff in a sinking car, a movement at the far edge of the clearing caught his eye. There were two of them, a slow-moving large animal with a smaller version of it by its side.

“Didn’t know meese exist out here.” He spoke up.

“Can you repeat that, bravo?”

“Meese. Thought they were native to Canada or North America.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

The cold plummeted his patience for Laswell. He’s trying his damnedest to sound neutral. “Moose, the animal. Like elks but ugly. Saw two of ‘em.”

Laswell had seemingly ignored his observation, the two animals he spotted had long walked away when Laswell’s voice came through his ear piece again, “Ghost?”

“Copy.”

“The plural of moose is still moose. It’s not like one goose and a couple of geese. For them it’s one moose and two or more of them would still be moose.”

“What?”

“Don’t know how else to tell you, Bravo.” He heard the start of a garbled laughter before Laswell cuts herself off out of respect. She started a moment later, “Who told you it was meese?”

The cat. The girl with the cat messed with him.

“Nobody. Thought they work the same way.”

This time Laswell laughed in his ear, purposefully turning on the radio so he could hear it.

Oh, you’re definitely getting pranked back for making him look stupid in front of his handler.

#call of duty #call of duty imagines #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #scuffed writing #when in christ fuck will ghost leave my mind so i can write about someone else #meese universe

[lesbianpepsi]

you fit me better than my favourite sweater

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!reader

summary: you and Wednesday end up stranded in the middle of the lake

words: 3.954k

warnings: mentions fear of drowning, swearing, bad writing

author notes: this has been in my drafts for a fat minute and i completely forgot about it ngl

"It won't be that bad, I mean any idiot can do it." You say as you meticulously enter the canoe, gripping at the sides with a God strong as the tiny wooden boat rocked from side to side.

"Any idiot can, but you're the most idiotic person I've ever met." Wednesday grumbled as she swiftly sat across from you, entering the canoe much more gracefully than you.

You grinned as you carefully grabbed the oars from the bottom of the boat, carefully sticking them through the small holes on the side of the boat.

"At least that makes me memorable." You remarked. 

Wednesday shook her head as she leaned over to push the boat away from the small dock, the boat wobbling as it caused small ripples in the water.

You sighed as you messily began moving the oars in and out of the water, the canoe moving slowly.

"Row. Row. Row." Wednesday uttered in a deadpan tone, her eyes glued to the lake.  You rolled  your eyes as you moved the oars with all of your strength. "Could you be any more uplifting?" You mumbled sarcastically as you unconsciously gripped at the oars tighter.

There was an actual reason behind the entire situation of you and your friend-not so friend- Wednesday going canoeing at a late hour.

You couldn't swim, an embarrassing fact but unfortunately true, you simply couldn't. Whenever you had lessons as a kid you never could float and would always manage to have at least one or more near drowning incidents.

You tried for months but never got the hang of it, eventually you just accepted the fact you're not a swimmer. 

That was something Enid was afraid of. 

Ever since the Black Cats won for the first time in decades in the Poe Cup, Enid wanted to make sure they stayed champions. 

To make matters worse Yoko said she didn't want to participate this year due to getting poisoned over the entire race last year.

That's how Enid ended up asking you to which you agreed but disagreed at the same time. You would do it, but you couldn't swim. So if their boat broke, you’d be fucked.

Enid took that a 'yes with some minor technicalities' and somehow managed to convince Wednesday to take you out to canoeing. If you could canoe like a pro then that would help the team and decrease  the risk of the boat going down.

You agreed to it whereas the goth was very reluctant to go canoeing with you. Enid thought it was because Wednesday didn’t do people and would loathe having to communicate with someone if she didn’t gain anything from it.

Thinking about it, it was partially true but you know the real reason why Wednesday doesn’t want to be alone with you. 

She didn’t trust herself.

A few weeks back you and the local goth had a situationship going on; Wednesday being the one who started it and tried ending it on multiple occasions. She’d drag you into the closest, the dark corners of the library, empty classrooms, her dorm room, your dorm room and even the forest at one point to make out with you. 

Each time she claimed it was a one time kiss and she was simply trying something new, but then the very next day those slender fingers were wrapped possessively around your wrist and dragging you towards the closest empty room. 

You’ve been in love with the goth for a while which meant you greedily complied with her wishes and did whatever she wanted, like a dog to its owner. 

She wanted to make out because she didn’t do as good on a test, you’re there for her. She wanted to learn what a hickey is, you’re more than welcome to show her and guide her. She says it’s the final time, you give her the fakest smile and agree with her.

Self respect? Who was she?

It had been a week ever since yours and Wednesday last kiss and she was avoiding you like the plague. It hurt but you didn’t really expect anything else to happen. 

That’s why when Enid asked the psychic to go canoeing with you, you were more than happy whereas Wednesday was reluctant. But nobody could say no to Enid's puppy's eyes; that's how you ended up rowing slowly while Wednesday sat there comfortably watching you.

"If I did it would physically pain me." Wednesday quipped as she sat there with her incredibly straight posture, glaring at you. 

"You don't wanna be my personal cheerleader? If you were, you'd have to say 'but I'm a cheerleader' at least once." You said with a giggle, moving further into the lake as you moved one oar quicker than the other.

You knew Wednesday didn't understand the joke as she observed you. "You're not amusing nor comedic, Y/n. I'd rather talk to a brick wall and I guarantee it would still be more interesting than you." 

You barked out a laugh at her comment, not taking it to heart, it's the one thing you've learned ever since she started dragging you into every isolated room to make out with you.

"Bricks can be pricks." You joked as you rowed further and further, starting to get tired even though you had only been doing it for a few minutes. "When can we have swapsies? I've proved I can row so it's all good."

"I can swim and row like a professional, I also brought the Black Cats to victory the previous year. I do not need to row, you do." Wednesday said with her tone bordering on bragging. 

"I get it." You sigh as you keep rowing. "You've seen how good I am at it and don't wanna embarrass yourself." 

Wednesday's head snapped towards yours with a sharp look. You smirked as you looked down, your arms flexing as you rowed.

"Good? If you think that is good then you're destined to make us lose the poe cup." The ravenette barked out, this was the reaction you were expecting.

You shrugged your shoulders as you  smiled innocently at her. "It's fine, Wednesday. I get it, I'm weirdly good at some things."

Wednesday didn't say anything for a moment. Her eyes trailing your face before they moved to glance at the oars.

You heard the girl let out a small grunt before she looked back at you. "Fine. Switch positions with me."

Pride flooded you instantly as you managed to convince the stubborn girl to do something. Feeling much more confident than you had in the beginning, without thinking you abruptly stood up to allow Wednesday to sit where you were sitting at.

As you stood up Wednesday's eyes widened dramatically as her eyes gazed towards your hands, grip loosening on the oars.

As if it was slow motion Wednesday watched as the further you stood up, the weaker your grip got on the oars.

"Do not let go of the oars!" Wednesday yelled at you the very moment you stood up completely straight, your grip on the oars vanished.

Splash 

You nor Wednesday moved. Completely frozen.

You slowly eyed the space where the oars used to be, you swallowed nervously as you felt eyes on you. Averting Wednesday's gaze you slowly sat back down, the canoe drumming side to side momentarily.

"I told you specifically to not let go of the oars." Wednesday snapped in a harsh voice, breaking the silence of the night. 

You winced at her harsh tone that you couldn't blame her for. "I'm so sorry, Wednesday."

Wednesday shook her head as she looked away from you, as if disgusted by the sight of you. 

"Enid is the one who suggested it." You reminded her quickly, not wanting to face the wrath of Wednesday Addams alone in an isolated place. You’re not the brightest bulb but you still shine. 

"And you're an imbecile for agreeing with Sinclair to do this, Y/n." Wednesday hissed through gritted teeth, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at you.

You rolled your eyes as you waved your arms dramatically. "Not my fault, Wednesday. Enid asked me a question that for the sake of my life I couldn't lie about." 

The goth shook her head aimlessly, looking away from you with a clenched jaw. "Should've lied."

"You also agreed to help so it's partially your fault too!" You defended with a smug smile, one that Wednesday did not appreciate.

"It's because of you and your tomfoolery and laziness we're stuck in the middle of the lake with no oars for the canoe!"

Yeah it was most definitely your fault. 

"Well I'm sorry Wednesday but you're gonna have to just jump into the water, grab the boat and swim us to shore." 

Wednesday's eyebrows lifted in utter disbelief. "I'm not swimming." She stated flatly.

"Wait, my phone, duh!" You said excitedly as you removed your phone from the pocket of your hoodie, smiling hopefully as you checked your phone.

Your smile faded as you noticed there was no signal. Fucking perfect, you thought bitterly to yourself . 

"No signal." You told her, shoving your phone back into your pocket with a huff. 

"Shocker, I would've never presumed that a cellular device would be useless in a situation of emergency." She snarked out, crossing her arms again in her short sleeve black t-shirt.

 "Emergency?! Oh my fuck are we gonna die? Cause I'm not having 'DIED BY SITTING IN A CANOE' on my gravestone."

The raven haired girl who looked visibly more relaxed than you glanced over towards the dock. "We'll just have to wait here until either Enid comes looking for us or someone else passes." 

Your eyes widened dramatically as you stared at her in disbelief. The plan didn't sound fun, good or reliable. 

"What if it takes hours?"

"Then we will sit here for hours." She answered, her eyes returning to meet with yours.

"Oh fun." You retorted with a roll of your eyes. "So, since it's just the two of us, is this going to turn into a childhood trauma kinda talk or gossip talk?"

Wednesday glowered at you with her iconic death stare, you sighed. I'll take that as a silent kinda talk then, you thought to yourself. 

Your eyes gazed over Wednesday's face which was turned to look at the dock, her already sharp jaw pulled into an even tighter clench. 

You managed to stay utterly silent for what felt like a full hour (but was really only five minutes) before you finally cracked, your knuckles white from the grip you still had on the plank you're sitting on.

"So, how've you been?" You asked gingerly to the goth. Wednesday didn't spare you a glance as she replied.

"I'm currently stranded in the middle of the lake with the absolute dunce of a human being." She snarled, her cold eyes meeting yours once again. 

"I'll take that as good?" You joked as you purse your lips, hoping you could make light of the pretty shitty situation. 

"You're infuriating."  

You sighed as you glared at Wednesday, you were trying to be nice and making the situation better but she was not helping it at all. "Thanks." You grumbled sarcastically. 

Yes it was a not so good situation, yes it was your fault, yes you felt bad about it. But you felt like Wednesday didn't have to dig into you that much, you wouldn't mind as much if you knew she was joking. But you knew her well enough to know she was utterly serious.

The more minutes passed the more bored you got. Wednesday was refusing to look at you whereas all you could stare at was her side profile. 

Your fear of not being able to swim started to gnaw away at the deep pit of your stomach.

"I very much doubt Enid will notice we're stranded due to the fact she's spending the night at Yoko's tonight." Wednesday suddenly announced, the feeling of fear intensifying  as you realised the odds of you sleeping on this canoe over night was growing.

"What time is it?" You asked her quickly.

She glanced at the watch on her wrist briefly before she glimpsed at you. "It's nine in the evening, and curfew is at nine." You gawked at her as the chances of you sleeping outside for the night increased significantly. "You sure you don't wanna go for a little swim?" You attempted one last night, in hopes Wednesday would agree. 

"No."

You sighed as you nodded your head weakly, you're sleeping on water tonight. 

Great.

"Alright if we're sleeping here overnight how are we doing it?"

"I will not be sleeping." Wednesday stated. "I'll stay on watch in case an individual passes." 

"All night?" You asked with your eyebrows raised. 

"Is your hearing damaged?" Wednesday replied dryly, her eyes boring into yours, you huffed as you averted her piercing eyes looking over at the sun slowly setting.

"At least it's warm, some might even say a hot summer night in mid July." You joked in a playful voice, turning your head to look at the beauty of the lake.

The sunset lightning up the dark lake with a shine that made it even more beautiful . 

"Your obsession with that woman is odd." Your head snapped back to look at Wednesday, your jaw slackened as you gazed at her with shock. 

Wednesday remembered you liked Lana Del Rey? More importantly, how did she even know it was a lyric from Lana Del Rey?

Without much thought you voiced your last question to the goth. 

"How'd you even know I was talking about Lana Del Rey?" Wednesday blinked at you as she stayed silent, her eyes glued to yours as she tried to think of an answer. "You do nothing but extol her." She said in an affirmative tone, her fingers playing with the thick steel black ring Enid gifted for her many moons ago.

You tilted your head like a curious dog as your eyes narrowed on her fingers. 

She was lying. 

You weren't Wednesday level good at reading people, but you could always notice a tell when it was presented to you.

You hummed, looking back up at Wednesday's face with a smirk. "I talk about Lana and how good she is but from my knowledge I've never actually sung her song in front of you before. Matter of fact, I don't think I've even talked specifically about the lyrics of her songs with you before, probably with Enid but never you." 

"I don't understand what you're trying to say." Wednesday questioned with threat lacing her words. “I’m just saying, how could you possibly know that line if you’ve never heard me say it before, ‘cause I know Enid is a K-Pop and Swiftie kinda girl, not a Lana one. And you’d never listen to such ‘pointless audios’ as you said, would you?” 

“Terminology with celebrities is obtuse.” She said briskly, her eyes avoiding yours the exact way she was avoiding your words. You hummed as you nodded your head, smugness infiltrating your smile. 

Silence filled the wooden canoe after that, Wednesday staying perfectly silent as she stayed perfectly still. Her main focus being the docks as she hoped someone would pass and help the two of you. 

Thirty minutes passed and there was still no sign of life other than you and the raventte. With a long sigh you reconnected your eyes with Wednesday. 

“We’re stuck here all night aren’t we?” You asked in a knowing tone.

Wednesday nodded her head curtly. “Yes we are.” You let out an exasperated breath as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Also, due to how this canoe is structured it would be impossible to lay down flat on the ground to sleep.”

You looked down at the boat as you tried figuring out any spot where you could sit down in any position and luckily you quickly found one. 

Without saying anything you carefully pushed yourself off the small seat moving to sit at the bottom of the canoe. After a few moments of repositioning yourself with the boat rocking back forth gently you managed to find a semi comfortable position. 

Your feet dangled off one edge of the boat while your neck rested on the edge of the opposite one, it wasn’t the most comfortable one but if you fell asleep your biggest worry would be a stiff neck and not drowning. 

Grinning, you turned to look at the girl whose boots were only about half a metre away from your side. “You say impossible, I say possible.” 

“I say irritating, you say humorous.” She remarked with a glare as she stared at you with her beautiful dead eyes. 

“Well I’m the one who can sleep tonight if someone doesn't come get us.” You tell her with a smile before adding. “No shame if you came down to join me.”

“I would rather live for an eternity than lay with you.” She hisses through gritted making you let out a little giggle. “Whatever you say.”

Minutes passed as you and Wednesday stayed in silence, you gazing up at the sunset making the colour shine gorgeously as Wednesday gazed at your side profile.

After what felt like a century in silence you decided to put on your Spotify playlist that you downloaded to your phone, needing something to erase the booming silence. 

Hitting on the playlist ironically the first song that played was ‘Young and Beautiful’ by Lana Del Rey; the song that had the infamous ‘hot summer nights, mid-July’. You had the DH Orchestral version downloaded.

As the song played in a low volume you heard a small rhythmic tapping from next to you. You turned your head to the side and to your surprise you noticed Wednesday was the culprit of the noise.

She was now gazing off in the sunset like you were doing earlier as her fingers moved against her thigh going along with the beats of the song. 

Wednesday listened to Lana Del Rey because of you. 

You didn't comment on it; simply admiring her with a small smile until the song finished, another random Lana Del Rey song playing soon after.

The goth must've felt eyes on her as she snapped her head back into your direction, locking eyes with you as she tilted her head slightly to the side.

She didn't say anything and neither did you. The two of you sat in silence as you gazed at each other; the two of you having a glint of love in each other's eyes, but neither of you would comment on it. 

Somehow an hour had managed to pass as the sun was almost entirely gone, only a small arch left warming you up.

“Do you think we’ll tip over if we go to sleep?” You voice up slightly nervously as you stare at the wooden canoe. “I will not be sleeping so I’ll make it won't happen.”

“Wait, you were serious about not going to sleep?” Wednesday stiffly nods her head as her posture still remains as straight as ever while sitting up. 

“I never lie.” She tells you.

You bite your tongue into not saying anything that might annoy the goth since you know damn well she lies. She’s lied to you many times when preaching your sessional kisses were only a ‘one time thing’ for each one.

You sigh as you glance up at Wednesday, nodding your head. “Okay, I'll stay up with you.”

“There is no need, Y/n. You may fall asleep if needed.” Wednesday insists with a shake of her head.

“Don't be ridiculous, Wends, I’m not letting you stay awake all night alone while we’re trapped in the middle of the lake.” You reply in a tone that indicates you're not going to debate with her about it. 

The goth sighs as she reluctantly nods her head in agreement. “Fine, whatever.” She mumbles not making eye contact with you as she twisted her body to the side slightly, her brows furrowed ever slightly telling you she's in slight pain.

You don't say anything as you lean forward and take off your hoodie before laying it flat on the bottom of the canoe as the end of your hoodie reaches the tips of Wednesday's boots. 

“If your back hurts you need to lay down for a while.” You say making her look back at you with her eyebrows even more furrowed.

“I’m an Addams, we thrive on pain.” Wednesday answered as if that explained anything. You rolled your eyes as you tapped at your thigh meekly. 

“Okay, fine you love pain and shit. But if it gets too much you're more than welcome to lay down, I wouldn't shame you or tell anyone.” You reply with a soft smile as Wednesday scoffed at your words, not verbally replying.

You didn't say anything as you looked away, glancing over at the dark lake as the sun had officially set. The only light being gifted being the pale moonlight; glistening the water just as softly as the sun did.

Five minutes passed before you heard small shuffling from Wednesday’s side of the small boat, you didn't look over at her as you gazed off into the water.

Wordlessly, you can hear Wednesday slowly move to the bottom of the canoe as she quietly moves up closer to you, laying her head on your lap as she laid straight on her back. 

Your hoodie under her body definitely made it more comfortable for her, something that filled you with pride. 

You look down at Wednesday to see her already looking up at you, her eyes seeming softer as they glinted from the moonlight.

“You’re so pretty.” You whisper out to her moving to lay an arm over her stomach to try to give her as much body warmth as you could. 

Wednesday blinked for the first time as she never broke contact with you, stiffly moving to lay a hand over the one you had on her stomach.

“You're pulchritudinous, Y/n. Not only on the surface level but also inside.” You tilted your head confused at what she just called you, laughing nervously.

“I’m what?” You ask her, resulting in her rolling her eyes as a soft red shade of colour attacked her ears.

“Beautiful, Y/n, it means beautiful.” Wednesday answers make you blush as a nervous smile forms on your lips. 

Admiring her as you run a hand through her soft bangs, not surprisingly they fall right back into place as if you never touched them when you pull away. 

As her dark eyes locked with your eyes you couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh, the look in her eyes and the look you know you have in your eyes telling her everything. 

“I don't want to make it a one time thing.” You confess as you lay your hand near her head. “I don't want it to only be secret kisses, Wednesday. I want you. I want everyone to know how much I love you.” 

For the first time in your life you see Wednesday smile; not smirk, but a true and genuine soft, small smile. 

Gracefully she grabs your hand that was on her stomach as she lifts it to her lips pressing a kiss to your knuckles making you blush at her actions.

As she held your hand she refused to pull them away from her lips, you could feel her breath tickle your skin gently as she whispered the words you have been waiting weeks to hear.

“I love you too.”

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authors note: i hate this sm 💀💀

#wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams & reader #wednesday addams x femreader #wednesday addams #wednesday #fluff #enid sinclair #my fanfiction #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you

[shawtuzi]

i’m very extremely excited to post this so pls enjoy!! i read ‘jealous girl’ by @elsweetheart and immediately fell in love w basketball player!abby so this is pretty much inspired by that just not as much talk about basketball!! if u haven’t read any of her works i highly recommend literally every single on of them<33

wc: 4.1k

cw include: black coded fem!reader, basketball player!abby, abby wears rings—yes i think that deserves a warning, strap on usage, some teasing on abby’s part, talks of abby being a brat tamer, oral both kinda receiving??? (reader sucks abby’s strap idk whether that counts or not), a little choking n spitting, lots n lots of praise coming from both sides, talks of breeding, tiny bit of strength kink, a wee bit of aftercare—i think that’s about it so sorry if i missed anything!! (this is not proofread btw pls excuse any mistakes)

abby was a busy busy girl. between classes, basketball, training at the gym, and tending to her needy gf poor baby had her plate full all day everyday. but on rare occasions she pushed all that aside to make more time for you—the needy gf in question. she missed you terribly whenever she wasn’t around you so she could only imagine how you felt :((.

today she had decided to skip her two hour long training session at the gym and instead suggested the both of you go out for a picnic. you were ecstatic to say the least which brought a wide smile to her freckled face.

currently she was sitting on the plush pink couch in your living room while you were in your room getting dressed for the picnic. your parents had splurged and bought you an off campus apartment bc by god there was no way you’d be able to fit everything you wanted in those tiny dorm rooms. abby visited your apartment as much as she could or you’d make your way to campus to spend the night in her dorm that she thankfully had to share with no one. being the mvp of the basketball team came with a few good perks—sharing a room with no one being the best one.

“you ready to see my outfit?” your honey smooth voice called from your room. before abby could answer she heard the clicking of heels and the little taps of your kittens paws against the hardwood floor. you were wearing a short, white sundress with strawberries printed all around it. she eyed the white kitten heels you were wearing and made a mental note to grab a pair of more comfortable shoes for you to wear just in case the heels began to blister your feet.

“you look beautiful babydoll,” she smiled bringing her large hands to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze. god you were so pretty n soft. she honestly had half a mind to bend you over and eat your pussy from the back but she had a better idea. “i gotta grab something from your room real fast, how bout you give cinnamoroll some food before we go yeah?” she spoke referring to your fluffy, white rag doll kitten that was currently messing with the scratching post abby had bought for her as a gift. “you got it babe!” you obeyed her command and began opening a can of cat food for the kitty meanwhile abby was in your room rummaging around in the bedside dresser that was on her side until she found exactly what she was looking for.

once she was done she walked out to find you standing by the front door with a dopey smile on your face. she grabbed the wicker basket full of delicious treats you had prepared off the marble counter and you two were off! but not before abby made you triple check that you had your house key. there were three incidents where she had to help you break into your apartment bc you forgot your key and she was not about to make it a fourth. “you got everything you need doll? once i leave this complex i’m not turning around,” she said with the slightest bit of sternness in her voice. your eyes widened knowing by her tone she was serious so you quickly opened your purse to make sure you had all your belongings.

“let’s see…emergency lipgloss, eyelash glue, mini fan, second emergency lipgloss, my key, and…where is my—ohhere it is! yep i’m ready to go abs!” you said gleefully, grabbing abby’s hand to place it on it’s rightful place on your thigh. abby gave your thigh a loving squeeze before pulling out of your apartment complex. the drive was mostly quiet besides the radio playing in the background and you humming along to it. “you look very handsome today abs,” you spoke softly playing with the silver bands on her fingers. abby felt her cheeks flush when you called her handsome—if she had a dick it would for sure jump at your sweet compliment. “thank you angel ‘n you look gorgeous as always…my beautiful gorgeous girl,” she smiled bringing your hand to her lips to give your knuckles a sweet kiss.

you both finally made it to the park, the sun just minutes away from setting making the sky a pretty mixture of pink and orange. “oh it’s so beautiful out,” you swooned, pulling out your phone to take a picture of the sky. once you had taken a plethora of pictures—some of the sky and some of yourself, you walked over to abby and laced your fingers with hers. she picked the first open spot she saw and laid the pink plaid blanket out before setting the wicker basket down. she pulled out all the food while you watched the geese swim in the small lake in front of you, your chin tucked in your knees looking adorable as ever.

you settled on making the two of you chicken caesar wraps with sweet potato fries and two slices of homemade strawberry shortcake for dessert. “these are delicious y/n you’re quite the chef,” abby said wiping her mouth with the pink cloth napkins you’d packed as well. “oh abby i make these for you at least twice a week they can’t be that good anymore…although i did add a little bit of buffalo sauce this time,” you giggled, taking another bite of the wrap.

after finishing up all the food, not even leaving a crumb behind, you and abby just sat in silence basking in each others company. little did you know abby was becoming more sexually frustrated by the minute. that dress….that damn strawberry dress practically had her in shambles as she watched it slowly ride up your thighs with every little movement you made. “c’mere angel,” she grunted maneuvering your body to sit you on her lap. she thought you would’ve felt the little surprise she was hiding in her jeans but you still didn’t have a clue in the world :((.

while you were babbling about a new collar you had ordered for cinnamoroll abby was slowly but surely dying of horniness with each passing second. “it’s so cute it’s pink ‘n it had these silver rhinestones on it! i just know she’ll love….it,” you trailed off when you felt abby buck her hips up and that’s when you felt it. you craned your neck to look at her, your glossed up lips parted in disbelief. “you. did. not.” you gasped digging your freshly manicured nails into the denim of her jeans. “did what?” she asked with the sickest smirk on her on her lips.

it was no secret abby liked to wear her strap underneath her clothes but it was always in the privacy of her dorm or your apartment never in public. “abby…we can’t what if someone sees,” your voice was so scared and shaky it was too adorable. abby nuzzled her face into your neck inhaling the sweet smell of shea butter and coconut, “see you’re sounding like you don’t want this but i can feel your hips moving baby, you’re not as subtle as you think you are,” she chuckled against your neck pressing one, two, three kisses to the most tender spot. you were honestly in shock that she was indeed correct, your hips had suddenly grown a mind of their own and began grinding gently against the bulge in her jeans.

“o-okay okay! i want it….but not here. wan’ you to take me home and take your time with me,” you mewled arching your back just the slightest into abby’s chest. abby hummed in agreement, tapping your thigh softly as a sign for you to get up—which you did without a second thought. the two of you packed up the containers and blanket in silence before making your way to abby’s car. abby opened your door for you before going to her side, yet another idea hatching into her brain as she watched you pick at your dress. “babydoll,” she said her voice dropping an octave, “want you to do something for me while we drive back.” you turned your head to her, hearts practically appearing in your eyes as you listening to her every word very carefully.

abby undid her belt and you were about to object saying you wanted to savor the feeling of her at home, but before you could say anything she spoke up once more. “i know you wanna wait till we get home to fuck and we will, but until then you think you could suck me off while i drive?” oh shit. your lips parted as if you were going to say something but you just nodded making abby tisk and shake her head. “gotta here you say it out loud baby,” she said and you quickly replied with a shaky ‘yes i will.’ she hummed in content before unzipping her jeans, pulling out the violet eight inch silicone dildo that has ruined you more time than you could remember.

abby wrapped her hand around the back of your neck and pushed your head down till you were face to face with her strap. “go ahead don’t be shy s’not like you haven’t sucked my dick before,” she chuckled giving your cheek a rough pat. without a second thought you wrapped your lips around the tip giving it an experimental suck. “that’s my good girl,” abby sighed happily, patting your head gently before starting up her car.

your panties were soaked beyond belief it was sooo embarrassing. abby was the type that kept things strictly in the bedroom which you completely respected, so to see her so eager for you to suck her off while she drove had your pussy throbbing with need. of course abby knew she couldn’t physically feel your plump lips around the silicone but by god she swore she could feel your throat tighten with every bob of your head. “don’t be afraid to be sloppy baby,” she hummed running her calloused hands slowly up and down your back. you obeyed her command with a quickness and began using more spit, the lewd gluck gluck gluck sounds coming from your throat had her clit pulsing. she bucked her hips up just the slightest bit to give her clit some attention causing you to gag around the dildo. “shit— sorry baby i’ll be gentle,” she cooed apologetically, giving your head a loving pat.

before you knew it you were in front of your apartment much to your dismay. “alright babydoll let’s head in,” abby chuckled breathlessly. her cheeks were completely flushed and she was the tiniest bit sweaty despite the ac being on full blast the entire drive. when you lifted your head up you had a pout on your swollen lips making her laugh once again. “don’t worry angel once i fuck your soul out you can suck my dick n’ keep me warm in your mouth for as long as your pretty little self desires,” she gave your lips three kisses before tucking her strap back in her jeans. before she could open her door your hand gripped onto her hoodie, “promise?” you whispered, your voice the tiniest bit hoarse. abby smiled nodding her head.

“i promise.”

as soon as you stepped into your apartment abby pushed you against the counter, kissing you with so much love and wanted your knees nearly buckled. she moaned against your mouth, bucking her hips against yours. “this—this fucking dress goddamn. been driving me crazy since i saw you in it,” she groaned, bringing her hands to your breasts to give them a rough squeeze over the soft material. “abby,” you mewled at her aggressive touches.

“jump,” she mumbled against your lips and you wasted absolutely no time. you jumped up and her strong hands immediately caught you, pulling your body impossibly close against hers. abby kept mumbling out incoherent sentences to herself so quietly all you could here was something about you being ‘so pretty’ whispered over and over again until her knees knocked against the end of your bed. abby gently laid you down taking a moment to admire you in your current state. you had the biggest fucking pout on your lips and your hands were gripping onto the fluffy blanket beneath you. every couple of seconds your legs would spread a little wider making abby smirk.

“pull your dress up for me a bit,” she commanded, running her hands gently up and down your thighs. you quickly pulled your dress up past your thighs giving abby a mouthwatering view of your pink cotton panties. “well what do we have here?” she grinned, running her thumb over the embarrassingly large wet spot on your panties. you didn’t give her a direct answer, instead whining out a pathetic ‘abby’ that boosted her ego even more. you huffed, pushing yourself up on your elbows. “c’mon don’t be a tease i thought you were supposed to be taking care of me,” your tone was borderline bratty but abby decided to let it slide since it had been days since she last properly took care of you.

“you’re right m’sorry baby,” she gave your thigh a soft kiss and then another until she slowly but surely made her way to where you needed her most. you felt her nudging at your clit with her nose and your impatience was definitely getting the best of you. “c’monnn abby just—o-oh god!” you squealed when you felt abby begin to lick and suck at your pussy over your panties. she had felt so close yet so so far it was driving you bonkers. “what’s with the face?” she chuckled against your pussy knowing good and damn well what your problem was. “s’not enough i-i need more. give me more please?” abby could’ve gotten a toothache from how sickeningly sweet your voice was.

abby wrapped her fingers around the waistband of your panties, giving your covered clit one more kiss before pulling them down. she tossed the garment aside and threw your thick thighs over her broad shoulders, staring you down like she was about to eat you whole. “look at my girl using her manners, taught you well didn’t?” she spit on your clit, making your hips jolt. abby was good at a lot of things: basketball, academics, cooking, anything that had to do with cars but at the top of the list in your opinion was her ability to brat tame. before she met you you were as spoiled as they came and although she found it quite hilarious watching you throw temper tantrums over nothing it got old very quick. so whenever you decided to act like a brat with her she made no hesitation to bend you over her and lap and spank you until you were blubbering out apologies and promises that you’d stop being such a damn brat.

the first time it happened caught you completely off guard. she had said something along the lines of you being too spoiled for your own good to which you replied that she was stupid and didn’t know what she was talking about. suddenly you felt a quick, but very rough smack against your ass making you gasp. “watch your mouth yeah?” was all she said, now rubbing her hand against the burning skin. that was only the tip of the iceberg but we’ll go to that another time let’s get back to the smut shall we!!

by now abby’s tongue was moving sloppily against your pussy while three of her thick fingers pumped in and out of you with vigor. you were bucking your hips up every time her fingers brushed up against that spit that had your toes curling, but she just pushed your right back down eventually using a little more strength than she usually did with you to keep you planted against the bed. “feel s’good abs. can’t wait to have your dick in me n’ feel you in my stomach,” you weren’t a hundred percent sure what was coming out of your mouth, the feeling of abby’s fingers fucking into you already making you go a little dumb.

abby groaned against your pussy, pulling away just the slightest bit to spit on your clit before diving back in. she was being so fucking sloppy the noises of her lips smacking against your pussy would’ve made you embarrassed if you were actually focused. “taste so good honey i could stay down here for hours,” abby mumbled before taking her fingers out making you whimper from the loss. you had a complaint sitting right on your tongue but it quickly disappeared once you felt abby’s tongue begin to prod at your tight entrance.

abby had tongue fucked you into three orgasm before you were finally begging her to fuck you with her strap. she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before standing to her full height making you feel incredibly small. she removed the plain black hoodie she was wearing along with her jeans, leaving her in a gray wife beater and black boxers. she walked over to her side of the bed and opened up the bedside drawer till she found a small bottle of lube. “i think i stretched you out enough but can’t be too sure, don’t wanna hurt you or anything,” she spoke softly giving you a sweet smile. she rubbed the lube up and down the length of the dildo as you watched intently, the sight of her veiny hands stroking it had your thighs squeezing together.

she walked back over to you and grabbed your legs pulling you to the edge of the bed. “ready?” she whispered tapping the fat tip against your clit and you quickly nodded, using your feet to push her body closer to your. abby slowly pushed the tip in and it was a good thing she used the lube, even after getting three orgasms out of you and using three of her fingers on you you were still a tight fit. “kiss me please,” you whimpered, clutching onto abby’s wife beater. she obliged and smashed her lips against yours. she was slowly but surely pushing the rest of her strap inside you, rubbing tight little circles on your clit to ease the sting of her stretching you out.

she finally bottomed out and you had never felt more content in your entire life being caged between her muscly arms as she gave you pleasure others could only dream about (it’s me i’m others). abby glanced down and her pussy clenched around nothing at the sight of yours struggling to take every inch she had to offer you. “wow, f-fuck you really have the prettiest pussy don’t you doll? all for me yeah? no one else?” she pulled out halfway before slamming back into you making your body jolt. “y-yes abby s’all yours please keep going,” abby didn’t need to be told twice that’s for damn sure. she folded your knees to your chest and began putting in some serious work, not even bothered that the force of her thrusts had her thighs slapping against yours so hard her thighs were turning a dark shade of pink.

her hand wrapped around your throat squeezing with a little pressure, the coolness of her rings felt so good against your skin that was practically on fire. “so…so good abby s-so fuckin’ good,” you slurred, bringing your hands up to cup her face. her cheeks were flushed pink and her hair was sticking to her forehead that had a light sheen of sweat over it. “look s’handsome too you look so good,” there you went again calling her handsome, it was almost like you wanted her to fuck you until your bones were jelly.

it didn’t take long for your fourth orgasm to hit you like a truck, the shriek you let out nearly scaring poor cinnamoroll to death as she was sitting oh so comfortably on the couch. “yeah that’s right gimme another one c’mon baby,” abby grunted, gripping your cheeks in her hand before giving your face a rough slap. out of the corner of her eye she saw something move and glanced over to see cinnamoroll watching the two of you go at it like rabbits. “w-what’s wrong why’d you stoppp?” you whined tapping on her bulging biceps. abby blinked a few times before turning her attention back to you, “the cats watching,” was all she said makinf your brows furrow. you craned your neck and there was your kitten witnessing everything. you gasped covering your face with your hands, “go shut the door she doesn’t need to see her mommies doing this!” you cried shaking your head in disbelief. abby felt her heart swell a little when she heard you refer to you both as cinnamorolls ‘mommies.’

abby carefully pulled out, quickly making her way to the door to shut it but not before muttering a sorry for shutting the door in the poor kittys face. she turned around and nearly fell to her knees when she saw you were in a new position. you’d stripped yourself of your dress and were face down ass up, slightly wiggling your hips in a way to signal her you were ready to take her once more. “you’re a goddamn dream,” she muttered, gripping the fat off your ass in her hands before giving it three quick smacks. with no warning she pushed herself in to the hilt, making quick work to grab your hips so you wouldn’t collapse from the force. she set her knee of the bed before making a steady rhythm, the squelching of your pussy making her clit pulse. fortunately in this position the harness brushed her clit in the most delicious way possible, unfortunately though it was causing her thrusts to be a little sloppy.

she pulled you up by your neck, pressing your back against her chest. “tell me you love me,” she grunted resting her forehead on your shoulder. you mumbled out a weak ‘i love you’ but it wasn’t enough for her. she was hitting the right spots and it was making your brain so damn foggy you could barely think! not to mention your orgasm was creeping closer and closer :(. “say it louder,” she growled tightening her grip on your neck. you said it once more but it still wasn’t enough and abby was absolutely fed up. she brought her lips close to your ear before saying, “i swear to everything that is holy if you don’t scream that shit i’m gonna pull out and make you hump my shoe to get off.” her words were enough to make you cum on the spot, loud shouts of ‘i love you abby!’ echoing throughout your apartment.

abby held your body close as she continued to grind against you chasing her own orgasm. “motherfuck—shit y-you feel so good baby, so good for daddy like always,” she whined against your shoulder. she relished in the aftershocks of her orgasm before slowly pulling out of you once more. you flopped against the bed, groaning from soreness already. you turned on your back and quickly shuffled underneath the covers waiting patiently for abby to return from cleaning up the strap on. she returned shortly with a dopey smile on her face. you weakly lifted up the blanket signaling for her to join you which she happily obliged, gently maneuvering her body on top of yours so she was able to lay on your chest without crushing the rest of your body.

“i think…that was the best sex we’ve ever had,” you sighed dreamily, running your fingers through her hair that was no longer in its signature braid. she was about to speak when you both heard a little feet tap against the floor and automatically knew who it was. “my poor baby c’mere,” you pouted tapping the spot next to you on the bed. cinnamoroll was quick to jump on the bed and nuzzle into your neck purring contently. “so sorry you had to see that your poor eyes,” you cooed to the cat like this wouldn’t happen again in the future. abby chuckled shaking her head at how silly you were being, “you’re too cute babydoll…and to follow up with what you said before: that was the best sex we’ve had yet.”

trust and believe abby was already planning out the many positions she was going to put you in once you both gained some energy back hehe.

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x black!reader #abby anderson x female reader #tlou smut #tlou imagine #the last of us smut #the last of us imagine #abby anderson tlou2

[resident-mercie]

Leon Kennedy Slow Burn Fic — Lips of an Angel. (1/?) (NSFW.)

Themes: High School Seniors!AU, slow-burn, pining, best friends to lovers. Eventual NSFW (penetrative sex, cream pie, semi-public sex), mentions of pregnancy and abortion.

Mercie’s note: yes this is self indulgent as fuck lol i don’t care

— With high school graduation fast approaching, Leon Kennedy gives his best friend, Annie, an offer that neither of them can really refuse.

“Well. Fuck me.”

Annie sits on the white tiles of her bathroom floor, a pregnancy test in either hand. And both of them are positive, because the world can’t let this poor girl catch a break. She’d been studying her ass off for Stanford, which was rapidly approaching in about two months time, and now…

“I’m knocked up. Great.”

It’s not like she was a naïve girl — I mean, if she wasn’t intelligent, she wouldn’t have gotten herself a place at Stanford. She knew what she was getting herself into that night, but… it was one of those instances where you assume it’s never gonna happen to you. Until it does.

Annie groans, standing up, placing the two tests on the counter, looking at herself from the side in the mirror. She was about four weeks along, so it wasn’t visible. The only people who know are herself, and her dog, mostly because the goofy labrador wouldn’t leave her stomach alone. But she knows that she has to tell the other half involved in this incident — after all, it takes two to tango.

She opens her phone, and her thumb hovers over the contact for her best friend, Leon.

They were an unlikely duo, for sure. Annie was the reserved one of the duo. Quiet, elegant, slightly aloof to those who don’t know her. Leon would always tease her, telling her she was like the moon, or a black cat, because of her elegance. And he wasn’t wrong, either. While Annie was never able to see her own beauty, she really was ethereal. Cascading red hair, porcelain skin, and these eyes that ascended beyond being just blue… they were so light in colour that they were piercingly so, but there was a hidden vulnerability to them if you took in her appearance for long enough. She was the definition of “slim thick”, a real knockout for sure. As her closest girl friends, Claire Redfield and Jill Valentine would always say— “how the FUCK are you single, Annie?”

It was something she’d just laugh off.

Leon Kennedy, her best friend, was the total opposite, however. He was the extrovert, the excitable golden retriever puppy, the sun. If the boy had a tail, it’d be wagging a mile a minute. He was popular amongst the senior cohort for being the star quarterback, yet he was as down to earth as he was the day he enrolled as a freshman. He was always smiling, always joking, but was always very respectful of everyone he interacted with. He didn’t care for arbitrary things like popularity or body counts— he was a respectable guy, and treated everyone with the respect they deserved, no matter the cliques they ran in. He was a dirty blonde, toned, slightly muscular, but slender in frame. His blue eyes were a lot deeper, and if you were Annie… they were a lot softer, but only for her. His guy friends, Chris Redfield and Carlos Oliveira, had no idea how he didn’t have a girlfriend, either.

Annie swallows back her pride, and dials Leon’s number, tapping her thumb against her other hand in beat to the dial tone.

“Moon-cat… it’s three in the damn morning… is it your cramps acting up again? Want me to sneak out and cuddle you?”

Annie chuckles softly into her cell, wishing it was just cramps.

“Something like that, yeah. It’s fine if you can’t sneak out, I don’t your mom ripping you a new one like last time…”

There’s a genuine, happy laugh from the other line.

“Don’t be silly. Gimme fifteen and I’ll shimmy up your dad’s wisteria climber like I did in junior year. Wait for me to knock on your window, m’kay? Love you!”

Annie chuckles softly as Leon hangs up, walking out of her en-suite bathroom, and into her bedroom again. Given the time of night, she’s still in her pyjamas, which are a cropped black tank top, wine red cycling shorts, and black fuzzy slippers. She waits by the window, smiling at the memory of junior year — her periods were particularly bad that year, and it made her a very crappy, very emotional mess. So, Leon would set it so that his phone would only make notifications from her audible on a night, and whenever she’d call in tears, there he’d be, shimmying his way up that damned climbing plant that trailed up to her window, with tampons and chocolate. And then, they’d lay there, spooning for hours, until dawn rose, and Leon would dash back to his house before his parents realised where he was in the next morning. He’d be exhausted, but it made him so happy knowing that she was being cared for, by him, and that she wasn’t alone at her worst.

The lines of their friendship had always been blurred, which is why Annie was now carrying his child.

It was about a month ago, and it was one of the last games of American Football of the season before state championships. Annie knew jackshit about sports outside of Formula One, but she always came with their little friend group, to cheer as loud as humanly possible for him. Their friend group was herself, Leon, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, and Chris and Claire Redfield.

She remembers the night so vividly…

Annie returns from the concession stand, with a cherry slushie. It’s staining her lips red, which makes the others giggle. She’s in her favourite outfit, that she always wears to the games— little black dress, long, black, heeled thigh high boots, and a black and baby pink racing-style jacket. She’s tied her long, red hair back, but she’s left her bangs loose at the front, so that they frame her face. Her lips have a little red tint to them — a mixture of the slushie, and her red lip tint, and her black eyeliner is done with near surgical precision. She takes her seat in between Jill and Claire, and she sees Leon doing some last stretches on the pitch, before the game. He sees Annie, and sticks his tongue out at her childishly — it was a pre-game tradition for them both. She sticks her tongue back out at him, and she immediately sees Leon crack up upon seeing her slushie-stained tongue.

He plays flawlessly, as always. But there’s something about him tonight that makes him seem prettier than usual — maybe it’s the way the floodlights are illuminating his face, maybe it’s the sheen of sweat covering his body, or maybe it’s that damned goofy smile he cracks at her with each touch-down he scores. The friend group are cheering and chanting his name, but Annie is the loudest. She always has been.

The game ends, and naturally, with Leon on the field, it’s a landslide victory, The friend group walk onto the pitch after the game, praising Leon on the win that he made happen. But he always hugs Annie first and tousles her hair, before he reacts to any of the praise.

Chris is grinning.

“Well, folks. Whose turn is it to treat Leon to his celebratory milkshake this time?

Leon chuckles, but waves his hand.

“You guys go on without me. I need to do some cooldown stretches before I go anywhere. I won’t be able to walk in the morning if I don’t.”

“Damn, Leon! That sounds like what I feel like after I’ve gone out hooking up for the night in my car. But it’s way more fun for me, because I get the chicks, and you all you get is to throw a pigskin around.” Chris laughs. “We’ll see you at the diner, yeah? Don’t be late or the free milkshake offer will expire.

Leon just rolls his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. See you guys in a little while.”

The others head to the diner, but Annie hangs back, smiling at Leon. They look back, expecting her to come with, but Carlos just shakes his head and laughs.

“Leave those two to it. They’re looking at each other with those damned eyes they give each other again. ‘Just best friends”, my ass.”

The others laugh, partially in amusement, partially in agreement, and they head to leave the pitch,

Annie walks up to him, wrapping her arms around him slowly.

“You were incredible out there, really. That thing you did where you threw the ball on the ground? Incredible. Sent everyone fucking bananas.”

Leon laughs softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Ever considered the whole sports commentary thing after graduation next month instead of Stanford? You really do have a way with words that makes American Football sound riveting.” He rolls his eyes playfully, nudging her. “C’mon, let’s go sit on the bleachers for a while. I just wanna relax for a bit, because you know the moment we step foot in that damned diner, Chris and Carlos are gonna be ribbing each other over something stupid.”

Annie laughs softly, and Leon takes her hand, and they sit in the very top corner of the bleachers. Everyone has gone now, and the stars are out, illuminating the two souls, whose connection goes beyond just the platonic— but they’re currently none the wiser.

She rests her head on Leon’s shoulder instinctively, as they look up at the stars together. They see one shoot by, and Annie gasps happily.

“Shooting star! You gotta make a wish, Leon.”

Leon laughs softly, breaking his gaze from the stars, to look at Annie’s face.

“C’mon, you seriously don’t believe in all that, right?”

Annie pouts, nudging him playfully.

“I still made a wish,” she grumbles softly.

Leon puts of an act of mock defeat, holding his heart dramatically, as if he’s just been wounded.

“And you didn’t tell me? C’mon, An—ni—iiie! Tell me!” He laughs, shaking her by the shoulders, which makes Annie giggle.

“I can’t tell you. You’ll take the piss out of me.”

“I’m your best friend,” Leon chuckles. “Taking the piss out of you is basically my full-time occupation.”

Annie glares playfully, and Leon notices a slight hint of blush creep across her cheeks.

“F-fine. My wish is… that I’m not gonna graduate as a virgin. I’m one of the only people, to my knowledge, who is still a virgin in the senior cohort. There’s six weeks till graduation, and I’d feel like a total loser if I graduated as a virgin.”

Leon laughs aloud into the stars, but then his expression softens when he realises that Annie really means it.

“Annie… it’s just a dumb teen rite of passage. You don’t gotta do it if you don’t wanna.”

“I know, I know. But after graduation, I have two months, before I end up at Stanford. And I guess… I want my first time to be special, rather than with a college frat boy who sees me as just another notch on his bedpost, you know?’

Leon’s face softens, and he takes his hand in hers, and their gazes both return back to the stars.

“You know I’m still a virgin too, right, Annie?” Leon chuckles softly.

“Bullshit. There’s no way you haven’t lost yours.”

“I’m being serious.”

They both go quiet again, Leon running his calloused thumb over the soft skin of her hand. The stars are flashing, twinkling, and Leon places a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

“Are you really serious about losing your virginity before graduation, Annie? Is this something you really want?”

Annie nods, sighing softly as she keeps her gaze on the stars.

“In that case… let me pitch what might be the most bizarre offer in the history of our friendship, ever,” Leon chuckles, still rubbing her thumb over her dainty little hand. “If you’re dead set on wanting to have your first time, then… let it be with me, your best friend. Let’s give each other our virginities, right here, right now.”

“Wait, for real?”

“Only if you wanna, of course. The bleachers are empty, so… why not?”

Leon stands up, sliding off his varsity jacket. He lays it out on the bleacher table, smiling.

“It’s not the most ideal, I know. But I think having our first times under the stars would be way prettier than doing it in the back of that damn car you never clean,” he teases “so… what do you say?”

Annie stands up now, wrapping herself around Leon, looking up at him with those intensely blue eyes.

“Thank you, Leon. There’s… no one else I’d want to do this with.”

He smiles, and his lips graze against hers softly, his hand coming up to wrap itself against her cascading, red mane. There’s a tenderness, and a hidden longing oozing from the both of them, Annie craning her neck slightly to meet his mouth. Her own hands snake up the back of his neck, and she seems to pull him in closer, desperate for time to just freeze, and for the two of them to be stuck in this moment forever. Annie’s tongue softly meets his lower lip, a sensation that makes Leon shudder in arousal.

“Annie, f-fucking hell…” Leon groans, immediately feeling all the blood rush between his thighs. He’s kissing back with longing, pining, and Annie is moaning softly against his lips.

His free hand travels lower, caressing her ass softly, worshipping her curves with his hand.

“You’re beautiful, Annie,” Leon breathes, pulling away from her softly with a smile. “To do this for you, it’s… well, let’s just say I’m feeling like I’m a damn lucky guy.”

Annie giggles softly, as she presses her forehead to his, her breath hot and sweet. “You’re pretty too, Leon. Pretty damn silly.”

Leon laughs softly, grazing his lips against hers, groaning at the touch. He’s already pitching a tent, and Annie feels herself throbbing from such a simple, yet intimate touch. He scoops her up into those athletic arms of his, and lays her on the varsity jacket he’d laid out on the bleacher bench earlier. He smiles softly at her, as he climbs on top of the bench, over her, caressing her face with his calloused fingertips.

“I-I’m already hard, Annie, I-I won’t lie. I might not last very long…” Leon gives her that signature lopsided smile, and Annie just giggles softly.

“I don’t care about that, Leon. Having you do this for me… well, I can’t thank you enough.”

Leon presses his lips to hers, pining for her touch, and they moan against the other’s lips, as they graze their tongues against one another in such an intimate state.

“Th-the pleasure’s all mine, Annie…”

Leon’s hands snake up her dress, and he looks for Annie to give him the go ahead to slide down her panties, and she nods. They’re black silk, which makes Leon smile softly, and he turns to Annie.

“Good choice in panties.” He chuckles, bringing them down around her ankles.

“Only the best for me.” Annie rolls her eyes playfully, which makes Leon laugh softly, looking at his best friend with an admiration and affection that’s bubbling over the boundaries of platonic.

Leon’s fingers find their way between her thighs, and to her pussy. His thumb finds her clit with ease, and he massages the little bud, while his index and middle fingers trace softly around the outside of her wetness. Annie lets out a happy little purr, arching her back at the touch. The sound she lets out simultaneously makes Leon so happy to see his best friend having a good time, but also makes him even more horny, if that’s even possible. He can’t help but kiss her thighs softly and messily, and Annie lets out a sound that’s half giggle, half moan.

“I’ve always told you this…,” he murmurs from in between her thighs, “but you’ve always had the prettiest voice. You know that, right?”

The sweet smell of her pussy is making him whimper, and he can’t help but lap softly at it, which makes Annie whimper in turn. This is Annie’s experience, he thought to himself, and he just wants to worship every bit of her body, like it deserves. Annie reaches her hand down to stroke his hair as he laps softly at her, her eyelashes fluttering at the sensation. Her happy little moans are like cocaine to him, and he can’t help but smile and whimper with each contented noise she makes.

He gets up from his position now, and leans over the top of her again, running his fingers over her fading self-harm scars from sophomore year, smiling at her with such an intense admiration for her body. Annie can feel the heat rising inside her, and she lets out a little breathy “I’m ready, Leon.”, smiling at him softly. Leon bites his lip a little, sliding down the trousers of his football uniform, his belt making a slight clinking sound. He shakes them from his ankles clumsily, which makes Annie giggle, and him smile. As he pulls down his boxers, Leon notices he’s already been dribbling pre-cum, just from the feel of her lips and the taste of her wetness alone.

Annie giggles softly, as she watches him toss his boxers aside with the trousers of his football uniform.

“Man, I must taste good for you to react like that.”

Leon chuckles, as he climbs back on top of her.

“You were always somehow even prettier when you were more self-confident, Annie.”

He takes one of Annie’s little hands in his larger ones, their fingers interlocking, while the other holds her waist.

“If it feels like too much, promise me you’ll say something. This is your experience, moon-cat.”

“I promise, sun-puppy.”

Leon slides into her, and for a split second, their visions blur, at the sheer sensation of their bodies becoming one. If there was an ultimate nirvana, it was this. Two best friends, who didn’t even realise that in a matter of months, their feelings would stretch beyond the platonic entirely. They both moan at the same time, and then smile at each other, laughing breathlessly. Annie’s hand tightens its grip around Leon’s, as his thrusts start softly and gently in intensity. He’s so needy, so hard, that Annie is almost certain that she can feel him throughout her whole body. She smiles at him, smiling breathlessly, mouth slightly agape, as if to say, ‘keep going’. As they share one another under the stars, all that Leon is thinking about is Annie. And all Annie is thinking about is Leon. She’s quivering pleasurably underneath him, as she wraps her legs around Leon’s toned back, which makes Leon smile softly, kissing the corner of her mouth. Annie uses her free hand to play with his hair, smiling breathlessly at him. It was if they were high, or drunk, on one another. The other’s touch, the other’s pheromones, the other’s presence. It’s as if they can both feel a molten heat rising in their cores, as Leon keeps his gentle pace, but it’s clear they’re both ready for their releases.

“Leon…”

Leon takes his free hand, caressing her cheek.

“Annie.”

She’s tightening and convulsing around him, as if her body is trying to pull him in closer, deeper. It’s so heavenly that they’re both losing their damn minds — their senses totally clouded by the presence of the other. Leon moans her name softly, groaning as he kisses the corner of her mouth, his cock twitching, flooding her needy pussy with his hot cum. Annie’s eyes roll back. and she pulls Leon closer with her free hand and her legs, and she tightens around him as she reaches her own climax. She’s left a very sweet flood of arousal at the base of his softening cock, as the both of them lay there, spent, panting, but grinning. Annie wasn’t on birth control, and Leon didn’t have a condom to hand, but the feeling of the sex— no, the love-making between them, had completely clouded their judgment. As Leon pulled out, the two of them started laughing breathlessly, and he kissed her forehead tenderly…

As Annie is reminiscing from that night a month ago, she hears a gentle tap at the window. It’s Leon, her “sun-puppy”, having shimmied up the wisteria plant with his iconic lopsided grin, waiting to be let in.

“Hey, moon-cat! I brought chocolate. What’s up, anyway?”

Annie gulps softly as he very clumsily rolls through her window, and takes a deep breath.

This is gonna be one helluva conversation.

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[bridgertonbabe]

With the spouse groupchat I’m guessing the Pictionary Incident was Sophie’s first experience at game night? I’m wondering if she and Benedict may have had an advantage on everyone else given Benedict’s artistic skills. Or if his siblings were prepared for this and it (as expected) lead to more chaos.

BSSG Group Chat

Simon has added Sophie to the chat.

Simon: Welcome Sophie.

Kate: Hey 🙋🏾

Sophie: Hi?

Kate: You're now the newest member of the Bridgerton Spouses Support Group GC!

Sophie: But I'm not a spouse?

Simon: Yeah but you will be soon enough and after what happened last night you've essentially earned your place here.

Kate: Exactly! And congrats on the engagement! 🤗

Sophie: Wait what?

Simon: We figured you guys were keeping it quiet but Ben let the cat out of the bag by referring to you as his fiancee when we were sitting with him. I'm sure you wanted to do a proper announcement and everything but don't worry we'll keep it under wraps for now.

Kate: Yeah we promise, I haven't breathed a word of it to Anthony.

Simon: Same with Daph, your secret's safe with us.

Simon: And congratulations, of course

Sophie: So the thing is Ben and I aren't engaged. He probably only called me his fiancee because of all the morphine he was on, I'm sure he's just confused and delirious.

Kate: Oh shit are you serious?

Sophie: Well I'd think I'd know if I was engaged, it's not something that happens very often.

Sophie: So sorry for the misunderstanding x

Sophie has left the chat.

Simon has added Sophie to the chat.

Simon: Hey just because you're not engaged right this second doesn't mean you can't be in the chat!

Kate: Yeah I mean it's definitely going to happen sooner or later.

Simon: And like I said after last night you've cemented your place not just in this chat but in the family too.

Kate: How's Ben doing? Are you still at the hospital with him?

Sophie: He's ok, he's asleep at the moment. Hopefully by the time he comes round he won't be in as much pain.

Simon: Well that's good to hear.

Sophie: Is Anthony ok?

Kate: Lol yeah he'll be just fine don't you worry.

Sophie: Look guys as kind as you've been there's not really much point in having me in the chat. Once Ben wakes up and he's not so high on the morphine I'm going to end things. It's been really nice knowing you both, you're both so lovely and I wish you all the best x

Sophie has left the chat.

Simon: WHAT THE FUCK

Kate has added Sophie to the chat.

Kate: Sophie wtf are you talking about?!?!!

Simon: What do you mean you're ending things with Ben?

Kate: You're perfect for each other I don't understand?!?!?!

Sophie: Because of everything that happened last night?

Kate: Yeah what about it?

Sophie: ...

Sophie: I punched Anthony and gave him a black eye?

Simon: So?

Sophie: ...

Sophie: So????? What do you mean so? Why the hell would Ben want to stay with me after I punched Anthony and slapped Colin?

Kate: Sophie are you serious? That was hands down the most iconic thing that's ever happened at a Bridgerton game night.

Simon: I honestly thought Ben had proposed to you as a direct result from you putting those idiots in their places.

Sophie: Look even if Ben was for some reason won over by my behaviour, I don't see Violet welcoming me into the fold after hurting two of her sons and I don't see the rest of the family being impressed by what I did.

Simon: But Violet was completely on your side! We all were!

Kate sent a photo

Kate: That's a still from the video Hy took of you bitch slapping Colin.

Kate sent a photo

Kate: And that's the still Eloise has already had printed and framed that's now sitting proudly on the mantlepiece.

Simon: Sophie the rest of them would throw a parade for you if they could. They're completely enamoured by you.

Kate: More so than they already were.

Sophie: That's... ok I don't really know how to take that. That's not a normal response from witnessing violence.

Simon: No it's a perfectly normal response from witnessing justified violence.

Kate: And Sophie speaking as Anthony's wife; he did deserve it.

Sophie: I just don't think Anthony or Colin would want me to keep dating Ben.

Simon: Sophie let me assure you now they won't hold it against you. If anything they'll have gained respect for you.

Sophie: I severely doubt that.

Kate: Look Sophie you taught them a very valuable lesson that it's not ok to intentionally slam a mini keg of beer down on Ben's hand just because he was thrashing them at Pictionary.

Simon: And just like you and Violet were screaming at them, they could have genuinely done lasting damage and Ben would have been buggered from ever doing his art again. They had to be told and hand on heart physically assaulting them was truly the only way to get that through their thick skulls.

Kate: Plus it doubled as a valuable teaching lesson for them and the rest to never mess with Ben and especially never to fucking mess with you.

Sophie: Look even that aside I don't think it's going to work out between Ben and I. I really wound him up even before the keg incident and when he wakes up and the painkillers have worn off I expect he won't want to keep things going either so we may as well just cut our losses. Again I really appreciate all your kind words, it's been nice knowing you x

Sophie has left the chat.

Kate: Oh for fuck's sake.

Simon has added Penelope to the chat.

Simon has added Sophie to the chat.

Simon: Sophie don't leave this chat again, you got that?

Kate: Yes just please stay fucking put.

Sophie: Ok?

Penelope: Hello? 👀

Simon: Hey Pen welcome to the Bridgerton Spouses Support Group GC. Seeing as you've known them the longest we need your expert insight to assure Sophie that nothing should be taken to heart from the family during game nights.

Penelope: omg Sophie please don't let last night scare you off!

Penelope: yes they all go batshit but it's only game nights that set them off I swear!

Simon: And Pall Mall.

Penelope: well yeah basically anything competitive they turn into a bunch of crazy nutzos, it runs in the family

Penelope: and I totally get that Daphne and Eloise getting into a spitting fight would have been very off-putting to witness and Hy chucking her drink over Fran and Greg was uncalled for but they're truly only at their collective worst when they're competing against each other

Sophie: Oh don't worry I very much got the picture that they're all unhinged when it comes to playing games 😩

Sophie: It's just that after Ben got so mad at me and shouted at me in front of everyone, I don't know if I'm what he wants any more.

Kate: Omg Sophie it was only in the heat of the moment of the game, it's not that deep.

Sophie: Kate my own boyfriend dumped me from his team and recruited you instead because my drawings were "abominably shit". He literally couldn't even look at me from that point on, he was that frustrated with me.

Kate: Yeah but in his defence Soph your drawings were particularly abysmal. I still don't know how you managed to fuck up a starfish the way that you managed to. Honestly I was going to yell at you for that one but Ben beat me to it.

Simon: Soph please pay no mind to Kate, she's not much better than the family when it comes to game nights.

Kate: Hey! I'm just being honest with her!

Penelope: Sophie please don't take how Ben reacted to heart! I swear he's actually one of the milder Bridgertons during game nights, it's only because Pictionary is his game to lose that he lost his cool last night otherwise he wouldn't have ever spoken to you like that

Sophie: I get where you guys are coming from and I don't want to be so overly sensitive but he's never once raised his voice to me and I never thought he would.

Penelope: the last time we played Pictionary do you know who Ben snapped at and ditched from his team because they weren't meeting his impossibly high standards?

Penelope: his own mum

Kate: Omfg

Simon: Holy shit

Penelope: I never thought he'd ever talk to Violet like that since he's such a mummy's boy but Pictionary ignites something very ugly in him that nobody's safe from, even those he loves most

Simon: See Soph! Don't let Ben being a psychotic competitive Bridgerton get to you! It's not worth ending your relationship over!

Penelope: WHAT?!?!?!?!?

Penelope: omg you're not seriously thinking of breaking up with him are you??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Kate: Seriously you can't Sophie!

Penelope: you make him so happy Sophie, he's been on cloud 9 ever since you've been together

Simon: You're part of the family now Soph. Even if you wanted to leave they wouldn't let you.

Kate: We wouldn't let you.

Penelope: Sophie they all adore you, I hear nothing but them singing your praises. El says you're the best thing that's ever happened to Ben - I seriously don't know what he'd do if you broke up with him, I don't think he'd recover

Simon: Violet's been foaming at the mouth for months now for Ben to propose

Simon: In fact Violet was the one who picked Pictionary to play because she wanted you to be super impressed by Ben at your first game night

Simon: And yes admittedly it might have massively backfired but it just proves how desperately Violet doesn't want Ben to lose a partner like you!

Kate: He has a ring!!!!!!!!!!

Kate: Why'd you think we didn't even question him calling you his fiancee?!?!?!?! We thought he had finally popped the question!!!!!!!!

Sophie: Wait

Sophie: He's got a ring?

Simon: Kate

Kate: I had to tell her Simon!!!! We can't let her sucking at Pictionary be the reason she breaks things off when he's literally about to propose!!!!!!!!

Sophie: You're not just saying that are you?

Kate: I was literally there when he asked Violet for his grandmother's ring! And remember the other week when we had a girls night and Fran asked to try on one of your rings? That was how we figured out your ring size and Fran went with Ben to the jewellers to get his grandmother's ring resized so it'd be a perfect fit for you!

Simon: Way to ruin the surprise.

Kate: Hey Ben will thank me for saving his relationship instead of letting her dump him because she hasn't got a thick enough skin for game nights!

Penelope: just for the record it doesn't matter how thick a skin you have - a Bridgerton game night will unsettle and unnerve just about anyone from outside the fam who takes part

Penelope: (not including Kate obvs)

Sophie: I can't believe it, he wants to marry me? He really wants to marry me?

Kate: Yes!!!!!!!!!!

Sophie: And you think he still would after last night?

Simon: Sophie he'd want to marry you even more after last night. I'm pretty sure in spite of the pain he was enduring from his hand being crushed that he was also quite turned on from you beating up his brothers and berating them.

Penelope: it definitely turned me on

Kate: Same here.

Simon: So please swear you won't end things with him when he wakes up

Sophie: Don't worry I won't.

Kate: Also I'd greatly appreciate if you didn't spoil your own engagement or let slip that I gave you the heads up about it

Sophie: Rest assured I won't ruin the element of surprise.

Simon: And also don't you dare try leaving this chat again. You're here now and for the forseeable, you got that?

Sophie: I promise 😇 x

Penelope: well it looks like my work here is done 👐

Penelope has left the chat.

Sophie: Oh that's a shame. I thought Pen would stay as well considering she'll marry in too.

Simon: Ah I know but I understand her not feeling comfortable staying in considering Colin's too dumb to even realise he's in love with her and ask her out.

Sophie: Wait

Sophie: Colin and Penelope aren't actually a couple???????

Kate: Soph don't even get us started.

#asks #group chat au #bridgerton spouses #the lack of memes and gifs are because they only started getting used more prominently with the later additions to the gc

[phoniexrose02]

I wanna show you off 😜

Robby Keene x Black! Reader

Moskowitz!Reader

Fluff~

Your Relationship with Robby Right now was a Bit...

Taboo

When you an your Brother Joined Miyagi Do it was almost Smooth Sailing, Eli was Getting Grilled pretty Hard For his Behavior, While Miguel an Demetri Greeted you from 'The Dark side' as they would Put it. But there was still one Loose strand.

Robby.

Not only Robby. But his Relationship with you, You Made no Attempt to Hide it What'so Ever.

Every Party, Event DamnNear everywhere you Went to Were Tongue Fuckin' in some Dark Corner.

"What if They See Baby?"

"I Hope They Catch Us~"

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Eli Of all Was pretty Distort.

"Y/n That Fuck Chopped off My Hawk and Your still Locking Lips!?"

"Eli you Broke Demetri's Arm...I'm pretty Sure Hospital Bill Beats a 15 Dollar Box of Hair Dye!"

It Caused Issues. But you Two Made no Attempt what so Ever to hide your undying love, Robby Made Sure to Touch you as much as possible to piss Eli off Further.

"Tell Keene to Watch His Hands..."

"Please Stop Trying to Police My Husband Eli..."

ರ⁠_⁠ರ

When Prom Came around Robby Mysteriously Had Cash to Blow on you, You tried your Hardest to Be generous with His Money But the Dresses he Picked Were Both Beautiful...and Expensive.

"Come on Baby, I wanna Show you Off~"

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

When you showed to Prom in your Dress, Robby couldn't stop the Heat from Coming to his Cheeks."You look Gorgeous Baby~" He wasn't the Only one Mesmerized, Everyone was Gawking at you like a Goddess.

"Hey I'mma Go Check on my Brother, He's Kinda Here alone-"

"I'll just Chill With the Cobra's" he said Quietly Reassuring you that he's Good.

"Right, Your Cobra's~" He gave her a Humourous Smile before Kissing your Cheek and Letting you Go.

(⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

"You Look Beautiful Tonight, Ma said You went Shopping Earlier"

Your Brother Stared off into the Party, you could Feel How Uncomfortable He was with his Own Presence. What you'd Failed to Tell Him was How Hard you cut into Robby for the Little Hawk Incident, you Didn't like seeing anyone Beat down your brothers Confidence Even if he deserved it.

"Is he Treating you Well??" He averted his gaze from Whatever he was Looking at too Robby, Tory and Kyler an his Asshat Minions."Of course, Did Mom Tell you he Bought the dress?" He Shook his Head Returning his Gaze into the Deep Crowd of People, you Finally Gave up on Cheering the Young man Up an Instead Followed his Eyes too...Moon. "Eli...go Talk to her, Don't Stare" As he Stood you could Hear a Bit of Commotion an Saw your Boyfriend fuming at Whatever Kyler had Said.

"Chill man Think of it as Friendly Advice"

"I don't think Calling my Girlfriend 'Miyagi Ho' Isn't Very Good Advice"

You sighed rolling your Eyes as you walked over."Miyagi Ho Kyler? Really? Ya know before you used to hurt my Feelings, But That was Just Sad" Your Boyfriends Face Eased From his Anger as you Wrapped your Arms around his Waist."Now Shoo~ Before i Get Miguel to Whoop your ass again" He groans Before Calling his Buddies along with him.

"My Hero~"

"Oh Ha ha Keene, Wanna Ditch this Place an Party at my House?" His Brows Pinch an a mischievous Smirk Comes to his Face." We ain't Doing Much Partying If your Parents aren't Home"

"Mom Took Pictures Before Taking Night Shift, an a Rolled a Blunt Before I Left~" He Smirked Before Taking your Hand and Leading you Out, Your Were Stunned when he Led to a Very Expensive Car."Robby Seriously, Where's all this Money Coming From??"

"ill Tell you...After i Fuck you in it~" You Felt you Cheeks Warm as he Opened the Door For you, You Hope in and Share a Passionate Kiss Before Riding off to your Own Secluded Party~

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More Cobra Kai

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[abysswalkersknight]

A sequel to this drabble. Though I admit it was a little harder than the other.

While writing half of this I was thinking about that scene from the movie storks when they fight the penguins.

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He truly didn’t know what was worse, protecting his son from his past self or this.

His dear son, curled up in the throes of slumber against the chest of that loathsome heathen who so daringly has his arms wrapped loosely around his boy’s torso, leering down at Lilia from his chin’s perch on silver’s shoulder ‘what’s the matter old boy, that glare doesn’t suit a cute face like yours’ Lilia scowls at him and replies with an all too familiar gesture that would surely have Silver reprimanding him were he awake, alas twas not so instead his precious son was captured in such an image that Lilia would be cooing all over him, if it weren’t for this one abhorrent factor, who knowingly smirks back at Lilia with all the smugness more suited for a mischievous cat. 

After the small incident where Lilia had beat the ever loving daylights out of his younger self, poor Silver had been wracked with miserable guilt despite his father’s protestations, claiming that he had been careless and had startled Vanrouge, thus to Lilia’s displeasure he wanted to make amends with the wild fae but ever since the incident Lilia had practically glued himself to Silver’s side whenever the general was in sight even going as far as to hissing at the fae whenever he thought he was too close to his son. As such Vanrouge kept a wide berth with his head down low and Lilia would have gladly left it at that but of course when it came to things like this Silver was rather persistent. For days Lilia watched scornfully as his dear boy ventured out to look for Vanrouge, sometimes he just couldn’t understand the extent of Silver’s kindness. Just mere days ago he had been attacked by the very fae he was searching very intently for and still Silver wishes to apologise to make amends no matter how many times Lilia tried to advise that it was near impossible to reason with a beast like him at that age, the bloodlust was too far ingrained and hadn’t time to rust away. But never did Silver give up and every time they found Vanrouge he would harshly refuse whatever Silver brought as a peace offering, personally Lilia was rather offended when the rats were rejected, it took him hours to catch all of them at Silver’s behest, but oh well more for Lilia. It had been this way for some time until suddenly one day Vanrouge was found begrudgingly eating risotto next to a triumphant Silver, really what was Lilia expecting, of course his son was capable of taming even the most rabid of beasts. But did it really have to be this beast? ‘Pray, do tell how this came to be? You’ve better not be holding him hostage, Vanrouge’ he growls hands on his hips and eye almost irritably twitching  as his son shuffled in his sleep and almost buried his face in the general’s neck ‘why I’ve not the slightest clue myself, the poor thing just waltzed in here all dazed like and next thing you know he’s crawling up to me before dropping like so’ he smugly explains, nuzzling his cheek against silver locks. Oh you little…

The snide, conniving look he gives Lilia gives him the unshakable urge to bloody it black and blue again ‘why there was no hesitation whatsoever, he must have mistaken me as his father or something’

‘Of course he would, we have the same face!’ As much as he’d hate to admit, Silver’s recognition was never the best whenever a sleep spell hit him and Lilia did teach the boy to seek him out when he felt one coming. Oh well it can’t be helped he thinks reaching out to carry his boy off to the comforts of his bed only to gasp in indignation when sharp fangs clamp firmly into his hand. There’s a heavy pause as Lilia stares down at Vanrouge, who curls closer to his son, the promise of a slow, painful death blazing in his crimson eyes, yet the general was not intimidated in the slightest, of course not, what with the firm yet gentle way he manoeuvres Silver off him and down on the couch cushions, all without breaking eye contact or releasing his fang’s grip, so Lilia takes the ample opportunity to seize the ponytail he was so glad to shear off in his youth and send them both tumbling to the ground whose soft rug muffled the thud. In a silent brawl the two fae once again bite and kick at each other, daring the other to so much as make a sound and wake up the sleeping child above them, in a sense to Lilia it was a way to prove to himself that this younger version of him was just as he believed he was, a ruthless monster entirely incapable of caring for others, even if it was merely staying quiet just so his child could nap in peace. Yet as they scrapped Vanrouge refused to yield, showing off his familiar prowess by moving so that like Lilia, any blow thrown and received was muffled in some way. At one point they paused in fear when they heard a soft groan but Silver simply turned around and fell silent once more, suddenly Vanrouge whips out a fork of all things and drives it into Lilia’s arm. Lilia cried out in pain but toned it down to a quiet squeal, he rips out the fork and plunged it into the general’s shoulder who’s face blanked on impact and all of a sudden seized a spare cushion from the couch and screamed into it. Lilia would have found the whole thing hilarious had it been anyone else brawling like this.

In the background a certain Zigvolt raises an unimpressed eyebrow at the strange scene before him, honestly this would be a lot more impressive if the two fae weren’t trying to throttle the other in total silence. Wait, are they mouthing death threats to each other? Usually Sebek would never in his life dare to roll his eyes at Master Lilia but what was he to do? This was far too ridiculous, and Silver was bound to get a sore neck with the position he was in. 

The two scrabbling generals didn’t even noticed Sebek walking around them towards Silver  where he swung his fellow guard’s arm round his neck and hoisted him into his arms, may as well get him to bed, he thought as he carefully slipped out of the room, looking back to the still fighting Lilia’s, now I understand what Grandfather meant when he said that Master Lilia could be an idiot. Seven help him, these old fae were so oblivious.

#knight's writing #twst #lilia vanrouge #silver twst #sebek zigvolt #Zigvolt's to the rescue once again

[arisewanekosuki]

Bakeneko!Kunikuzushi x Fem!Reader Part 2

Banner: @fusaex3 Continuation of this ------

4 days passed since the adopted cat turned out to be a Bakeneko. The first night when you were trying to fall asleep, the Yōkai came into your room without any word and laid down by your side, he put his arm around your waist and held you close. You only feared what he could do to you in your sleep, if you even wake up in the morning. So you were just laying, looking at the ceiling, heart beating so fast. He must noticed that you won’t fall asleep with his presence, so he changed into his cat form and left the house by window. You weren’t sure back then if he will come back so you were awake for some more hours. In the morning, you were woke up by him. He was annoyed, saying that you should be thankful that he even bothered to wake you up so you won't be late for your work. On the table was prepared some breakfast, at first you didn't want to eat it, no trusting it if he hadn't poisoned it just to watch you suffer for entertainment. He noticed your hesitation with eating, so he sighed, saying that there is no point on wasting good food just to poison you even for fun. The food smelled nice and you were hungry and tired of the lack of sleep, so you finally give in and ate it. It was delicious. Nothing happened and Bakeneko was smirking while eating his portion of the breakfast. Later he would follow you in his cat form to your work and then when you would finish he would be waiting for you in front of restaurant. He become popular with clients and your boss’ wife. Whenever you asked why he follows you to the restaurant, he would ignore you or say ‘I have to make sure you won’t try to run away’. This repeated for the past 4 days till now. You just finished your work. -“Thank you for your work today!” said with the smile Okazaki Erika, wife of the boss. “(y/n)-chan! Wait!” You stopped in front of the door, turning around and seeing Erika-san holding box. “Here, take those extras!” she gave you the box filled with delicious food. -“Erika-san, are you sure?” -“Of course! You’re a hard working young lady! And after that incident with that ronin you deserve it even more! Ah, I put some extra treats for your cat too!” You smiled and bowed. -“Thank you so much Erika-san.” The lady smiled back and bid you goodbye.

After leaving the restaurant, there he was, waiting for you, with the face that was saying “why did it take you so long?”. You sighed, even if nothing happened for the past days, you still feel a bit fear when you see him. -“I got some extra food, so don’t look at me like that.” You told him, ignoring that people can see you talk to your cat. -“Let’s go back home, I’m tired…” you started walking slowly towards your village. Kunikuzushi was walking by your side, before leaving Inazuma City, some children and even some adults would be amazed by cute cat following it’s ‘owner’. Not far away from gates of Inazuma City, you stopped in your tracks. The cat looked at you, with the worry in his eyes that you didn’t noticed. You were starting to feel little dizzy. -“I need to sit down.” You said, going to nearby tree and sitting under it. Kunikuzushi sat by your side as well. -“What’s wrong with you?” he asked you, with a bit annoyed tone to mask his worry for you. You didn’t replied, you were concentrating on breathing to not pass out. But it was already too late and you blacked out.

You woke up in your home, laying in your futon. You could smell something delicious, suddenly the door to your room was opened. There stood Kunikuzushi in his human form, with the food in his hands. -“You’re finally awake…” he approached you, laying bowl with what it seems to be a Shimi Chazuke by your side. -“Eat.” He ordered and said nothing more. He looked like he was angry at you. -“Thank you…” you took the bowl and started eating. “You’re really good at cooking.” You said to him between bites. Yes, even if you’re scared of him, you still appreciate the food he makes. The first time you ate the breakfast he prepared, you were amazed how delicious it was. -“…” He didn’t say anything. After a while he opened his mouth -“Do you really don’t want me to be here that badly?” he whispered the question, if it wasn't silent in your home you wouldn't be able to hear it. You were taken aback, in that moment by your side, you didn’t saw a scary Yōkai, there was a boy, looking sad and scared at mere thought that you don’t want him to be here. And at this moment you realized, for the past days he was doing his best to take care of you.  After seeing how uncomfortable you’re with him at night, he started leaving the house, in the morning he would make breakfast for you and make sure you won’t be late for your work and even after work, you noticed that the house is cleaned and dinner prepared so you can rest till the end of the day. And him walking you to the restaurant and then after your shift is over, he would walk you back home, wasn't he doing that because he was worried you would be robbed again? Even if he didn't spoke in that soft voice, like on your first time seeing his human form, ever again and most of time he looks like he is annoyed with you, doesn't his actions speak more louder now?

-“I’m sorry…” you apologized, not looking at him. He was observing you, waiting for the next words. -“I’m sorry for treating you like that Kuni.” He was surprised but before you could see his face, he changed into a cat and went to your lap, burying his face in your stomach, like trying to hide from you his expression. After he showed what he truly was, you didn’t call him ‘Kuni’ till now, no, you even avoided saying his full name. So this made him happy, hearing you call him ‘Kuni’ again. You started to pet him, it’s been awhile since you even touched him. -“I’m sorry… I was afraid of you… after what you did to that ronin… I…” you wanted to say that you thought of him as a ‘monster’ but you bit you tongue, knowing that it would be cruel to call him that after what he did for you. He said something, but his voice was muffled by the fabric of your yukata. -“Can you repeat? I didn't hear you.” He looked at you, with that annoyed look again -“I said, did you really already forget that I promised you that I will protect you? Tsk, I can’t believe it. We shared a kiss as a proof and you-“ -“Stop! Don’t remind me! No, wait! Why did you kiss me in the first place?! You can’t just kiss people without their permission!!” You took the cat from your lap, holding him in front of your face. -“Why not? I saw humans that held affection towards each other, kiss when they promised something to their loved ones.” The cat said, to think he sometimes have a nasty tongue and now he sounds like a child that doesn't understand what he did wrong. -“But they are lovers, of course they can kiss-“ -“Aren't we lovers too?” he asked, surprised that you don’t think of him like that -“W-what?! Where did that come from?!” -“Lovers sleep in the same futon right? And we slept together too…” You were shocked -“You were a cat! Of course I would let you sleep with me! Do you think I would share the futon with random guy?!” -“…would you?” -“Of course not!!” there was a silent… and then you suddenly started to laugh. The cat looked at you as if you had lost your mind. “Why do I have conversation like this with Bakeneko?!” you couldn’t stop laughing, not long ago you were afraid of him and now you feel relaxed again, holding him in your arms. You stopped laughing and laid down, starting to feel sleepy. -“Are you going to pass out again?” He asked, laying on your chest, you could hear him slightly purring. -“Mmhm… I feel so sleepy suddenly…” you started to doze off.  Kunikuzushi looked at you, watching if you really fell asleep. He put his head closer to where you heart is, hearing your heart beat and being in your arms brought him comfort and he fell asleep not long after too.

Some days later, you had your free day from work, you were lazing in your futon, Kunikuzushi wasn’t at home. It was already noon, so you finally decided to get up and eat something. After that conversation with him, some things changed. For some reason he wasn’t in his human form that often, he still follows you to your work but this time he leaves you by the gate to Inazuma City and there he waits for you when you finish your work. One time when you were going back home you told him -“Don’t kill other humans.” -“Why? That insect was terrible person anyway, he doesn’t deserve to -” -“Kuni.” You stopped in your tracks and took him in your arms. “I don’t want your cute little paws to be covered in blood.” The Bakeneko didn’t understand. Why is it wrong for him to end some pests lives? Especially if the pest threatens you. -“If you find bad person like this, just knock them out and inform in some way Doushins, they will take care of the rest. Just… don’t do that scary things.” -“…” Kuni didn’t responded for a while, but after thinking about something he replied “I will do whatever I want.” You smiled, knowing by now that this is his way of agreeing with you.

Even if you know that he agreed back then to not kill, you’re still worried if he won’t hurt anyone. -“Ah after all, Yōkais thinks different from humans…” you sighed, after remembering that conversation. You looked around the room, it was cleaned. Why does he even clean and cook for you? Is this because he thinks he is your lover? You can’t help but wonder, where he lived before he meet you? Did he lived with some family? Then what happened to them? Did they… You shook your head to stop thoughts about the worse. After eating breakfast, you decided to go for a walk around village. Your village is very small but you don’t mind because it’s really peaceful here and Inazuma City is not that far away. But you wish there were more people around your age, most inhabitants here all elders and children. Sometimes if you not tired, you would play with children or read them some books and other times you would help older people with their field work, in exchange they always share some of their crops with you. Everyone here is kind and everyone knows each other. -“Good Afternoon (Y/n)-chan.” You turned your head to see Saimon Eri, smiling to you. -“Good Afternoon Eri-obaasan!” You welcomed the old lady with a smile. -“Today is really nice day isn't it? Also please tell your fiancé that I'm grateful for his help.” -“Yes, it is—Wait…m-my fiancé?!” You were surprised, feeling your face getting warm. -“Oh, am I wrong?? I meant that very lovely looking youngster, that been helping around the village from time to time. He said that you weren't feeling well for the past week so he came to help you. I'm sorry, this old granny thought you two are together.” Eri-obaasan said, worried that she made you uncomfortable with assuming that you are both together. “That cat…” you thought, getting angry that he walks around village in his human form. “And he was the one saying to not tell anyone about him being a Yōkai!! I need to talk with him!” You coughed. -“It’s alright Eri-obaasan, he’s just a friend, but he is such a worrywart that even if I tell him that I’m alright, he insist on visiting me every day haha!” you laughed awkwardly. You can’t tell anyone that he lives with you, you’re sure that there are some people who will give you looks when they know that you live with a man without being married. And your relationship is not even that… no, the truth is, you don’t even know what is your relationship with this Bakeneko. The old lady smiled. -“Ah, to be young again. If you’re searching for your friend I heard that children wanted to play with him by the beach.” -“Oh! Thank you so much! I’ll be going then! Have a nice day!” -“You too (Y/n)-chan!” Eri-obaasan waved as you went towards beach. That day after getting robbed, you remember how Kuni hissed at children that wanted to pet him and because of that, you thought he’s not fond of children…or just other humans. It is very surprising to know that he have been helping around village and now he even plays with the kids. You want to trust him but deep down you’re still wary because of what he truly is. You just hope that he is not planning anything awful to your neighbors.

After reaching the beach you could see Kuni with three children, they were searching for shells. The youngest child was holding onto Kuni’s hand, showing him what the kid found. The Bakeneko smiled, telling something that made the child jump in happiness. “To think this person is a Yōkai, a Bakeneko who ended some ronin’s life…” The scene is cute and yet, you don’t feel that comfortable of seeing him with little ones alone, you know he won’t do anything to you, at least you want to believe him with that but you're not sure what about other people. You called his name -“Kunikuzushi!” everyone turned around to see you, Kuni smiled to you, the same way he smiled when you first time saw him in his human form, and waved and children started to run towards you. -“(Y/n)-nee-san! Look what we found” the kids showed all beautiful shells they found on the beach. -“Oh, I see you found many pretty ones!” The children smiled. -“Kunikuzushi-nii-san helped us! He’s really good at finding shells!” said Futaba, looking at Kuni with the sparkle in the eyes and little blush. You’re not surprised that the little girl is charmed by Kuni’s pretty face. -“I’m glad but now I have something important to talk with this Nii-san.” You grasped at Kuni’s sleeve, already tugging him to follow you. The smiles vanished from children's faces. -“But we want to play hide and seek with him!” the boy named Takeru said. -“I’m sorry, but he will play with you three another time, alright? Now come back to the village, you can’t stay on the beach without adult!” the kids groaned but said ‘fine’ and went towards village. You too went towards your home with Kuni following behind. -“Alala~ Were you afraid that I’ll eat them or something?” he said with his annoying tone. But you didn’t reacted, you didn’t even turn to look at him. This made Bakeneko silent. When you reached your home, you sighed. -“Can you explain why did you even showed in your human form to my neighbors?” you asked, glaring at him. The boy in front you shrugged his shoulders, avoiding eye contact and sitting down. -“I was just bored. Why are you getting worked over nothing? I thought humans appreciate help from others.” -“Well…yeah… but you’re not human!” -“So this is the problem? Because I’m not human I shouldn’t even get close to other humans?” He hissed at you. His cat ears appeared with tail, now he is glaring at you, you're surprised how angry he got for saying that he’s not one of your kind. He got up from the place he was sitting and you took step back. He was displeased with that. -“So you’re still afraid of me…and here I thought you finally started to trust me..” you didn't say anything, because he was right. You still can't fully trust him, you still come back to thinking ‘he’s a Yōkai, that can kill me or someone without batting an eye’. Kuni went towards door. -“W-where are you going?” you asked. -“It’s not your business.” And with that he left, before opening the door his cat ears vanished with the tail. You stood there not knowing what to do. Should you go after him? Or maybe just let him be alone for some time, but what if he won’t come back? … For some reason, you don’t like the thought of him not coming back. It’s normal in human nature to be afraid of something you don’t understand, and you don’t understand him. When he is a cat, he loves to cuddle with you, he's always affectionate, but as a human he, for some reason, annoy you or just be rude to you and yet at the same time he always shows how he cares about you with his actions. But whether being a cat or human he is still a Bakeneko, a Yōkai who sees the world in different way than humans, than you. At least this is what you think, this is what everyone would say. “Don’t get too close to Yōkais, don’t trust them, don't believe what they say or you may end up being spirited away.” And yet… And yet… You feel confused. What he truly feels towards you? Towards humans? You sighed, you decided to start preparing dinner hoping that Kunikuzushi will come back home soon.

----- AAaaa sorry that it took so long! (>~<) Tbh I wanted to write this chapter and then one extra with Bakeneko!Kunikuzushi x Reader x Kitsune! character but… I changed a bit the ending and it started to get longer so I decided to leave it here and then write next part in the next chapter :’3c Like always thank you for reading till the end! And sorry for any mistakes!

#Genshin Impact x Reader #Bakeneko Kunikuzushi #Scaramouche x reader #Wanderer x Reader #Kunikuzushi x Reader #Scaramouche x You #Kunikuzushi x You #Wanderer x You #My stuff

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

⚠️MDNI. 18+ ADULTS ONLY⚠️ 🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader Genre: Smut, no hurt just comfort, fix it fic Word Count: 3089 Warnings: PWP, mild ddlg, soft dom Nanami, plus size reader, female bodied reader, use of the word 'cunt', no protection, pussy eating, 69, pet names, very cutesey shit. Summary: Days after the incident at Shibuya, your lover and you finally get a day of rest. But Nanami and you have missed each others company, and you take the opportunity to reacquaint yourself with each other. A/N: I reject the canon. The canon does not get to have my man Nanami Kento. This is a purely self indulgent fic. It takes place after the incident at Shibuya but veers off after the burning. Nanami Kento LIVES. He is very much alive, in our arms, being loved and worshiped. Mahito? Idk them. This goes out to all the girlies that -- like me -- have lost their sanity a little bit over this man.

There’s a faint fragrance of tea when you open your eyes. The morning light scatters through the windows which have been opened to let the crisp autumn air in. Pink curtains flutter in the breeze – the ones you insisted on having when you saw them in the shop window. You reach out to the other side of the bed and feel the sheets, the warmth of its recent occupant fast fading. 

You swing your legs over the edge and find your fluffy slippers. Another impulse buy, but this time, not yours. His. He’d noticed how you always hated your toes being cold especially when you just got out from under the covers. So, when he saw them in a shop while out on a mission, he’d picked them up for you. After swiftly brushing your teeth in the adjoining bathroom, you head outside. The warmth of the kitchen beckons you, as well as the promise of finding him, so you make your way there, picking at the remnants of sleep from your eyes. 

Your lover, Nanami Kento, stands at the stove with his back to you. “Tea’s almost ready my love.” He says, without turning. Of course, he heard you coming! His senses are as sharp as a cats. You pad up to him and put your arms around his waist feeling the broad expanse of his back against your chest.

“You should’ve woken me” Your voice is soft and still laden with sleep. He loves hearing you like this. Smushing your face into his back you take a long, deep breath. His scent is comforting to you. Like home. Like love. Like tea and biscuits. 

“I was just about to.” He replies. You can feel him moving. He’s pouring out the tea. Black Darjeeling with a spoon of honey. The perfect drink for this weather you think to yourself. You kiss his broad back, as he picks up the mugs and slides one arm over your head, manoeuvring you to come and nestle against his side. Even though it’s not winter yet, there’s a chill in the air, but Nanami foregoes a tee, opting to stay barechested. You hope he doesn’t fall sick, but know that his body runs hot, so for him, it’s nothing really to be in just his sweatpants. The incident in Shibuya had left its scars. He called his left side ‘scary’. He’d been healed of course – physically, but sometimes, you thought, there was still some healing left to be done. He would cover himself as much as possible whenever he was outside, so truth be told, for him to even show you this… The first few days had been the toughest. The fear, the pain that wasn’t really there but still was, the covering up. It had taken a lot of kisses – a lot of love, to get to this. A place where he knew you appreciated him, regardless of the way his skin looked. But a reminder every now and then never hurt.  

The two of you don’t speak much, but you don’t need to really. Five years into a relationship, some things become as smooth as breathing. Morning routines on holidays are one of these very things. Sipping tea, watching the birds fly in the sky as it gets bluer. The kitchen windows are like a small portal to a different world at this time of the day. Outside, you can both hear the people waking up and starting to walk around, up and down the street in front of the apartment. But up here, the two of you are in a little bubble of your own. You turn your head and lay a kiss on Nanami’s chest. He hums a deep rumble that you feel, despite it being soft. A kiss on your head. Another on your forehead. Nanami’s mug set back down on the counter. He places a finger right under your chin and gently tilts your head up; just enough – that he can now lower his and kiss your lips. You melt into his touch. “Min-min…” Things had been getting harder, you know this. The curses were getting tougher, the hours longer, and the time for rest was practically nonexistent. The two of you had barely had any time for each other, so today was precious. Who even knew what the future would bring… 

Nanami backs you into the counter. His hand runs down your arm and takes the mug you’re still holding to place it safely away. His lips don’t leave yours for a moment. Gentle, drawn-out touches soon turn harder and more desperate. 

“I’ve missed you baby girl.” he breathes, crashing his lips into yours. You run your hands through his hair pulling him closer. 

“I know,” you gasp out half breathless, “I’ve missed you too. So much!” He pushes his thigh between your legs and rubs his knee against your clothed crotch. 

“We don’t have anything important to do today. Do we?”

“Whatever it is, it can wait. You’re more important anyway…” 

“More than even, breakfast?” 

“Fuck breakfast…” 

He chuckles. “Good. ‘Cause there’s only one thing I want to eat right now.” Your breath hitches in your throat as Nanami says this, then dips down. It’s a good thing he had you lean against something because your knees buckle and it's all you can do to grab the smooth marble behind you for some support. With one hand pushing up the oversized tee you were wearing in lieu of pyjamas, the other circled round to grab your ass. He began to lay soft kisses all along your inner thigh; palming at your breast, eliciting a wanton moan from you which served to spur him on further. How long had it been since he had touched you like this? Been rested enough to even think about playing with you. You can’t remember. One of his favourite things to do is to trail his tongue along the lightning bolt-like marks across the fat of your thighs. He loves to feel the way you shiver at the touch. He doesn’t do this for long though – or rather, he can’t. The gentle licks soon turn to bites. His fingers toy with your nipple. You feel his nose poke at your skin while he’s biting and nipping at the fat of your thighs. They’ll be littered with dark purple marks tomorrow.  He tugs down at the boyshorts you’re wearing and starts to lick at your folds. His left hand switches to the other breast and you raise your hand to place it on top of his. He laps at the wetness that’s formed through his ministrations; his tongue going a little deeper with each lick. 

“Minmin…” There it is again. Your special name for him. No one else would dare to call him that. Not even Gojo and Itadori, to whom he begrudgingly allowed a ‘Nanamin’. He focuses on you. Your shaky breaths, the faint quivering of your thighs, your fingers clenching the countertop. With every new lick, you clasp a little tighter. A single bead of your slick runs down your inner thigh and he smirks. 

“Having trouble staying upright, my love?” His deep voice comes from between your legs. Your whimper is all the answer he needs. He straightens up and leads you to the living room couch. “I want to do this properly. I’ve missed tasting you so much.” he tells you with a sigh. 

You nod, getting on your toes to kiss him. “I wanna taste you too Ken…” comes the whisper against his lips. “Fuck, lie down please,” you beg. 

He grabs your face squeezing your cheeks and plants a small peck on your lips. “You have a filthy mouth miss. I think we need to take care of that.” 

That makes you giggle and him smile. He knows you swear like a sailor and sometimes in the bedroom, you would be punished for it. However, that didn’t seem to be the case this time. No. This time he was allowing you to have what you wanted. How could he deny his sweet girl after all? He lies back on the couch, shifting a cushion to support his head, and pulls your ass toward him. You carefully straddle his chest taking care not to knee him in the process and start to palm at his crotch. He’s already half-hard. Probably has been since he started working on you; ridiculously turned on by your bare flesh. You pull the band of his sweatpants off while he continues licking you. The new position opens you up to him much better and he hums appreciatively. “You have such a pretty pussy baby girl.” His hands grab your asscheeks forcing you closer. There’s a shift in the dynamic. You can feel it. Hands, a little rougher. Voice, a little lower. 

“It’s all for you daddy...” You offer to your dom. It may have been a while since you had had a chance to play but these were responses, now ingrained in you. 

“Good girl.” 

You know you can’t play around now. No more soft touches and teasing. Your tongue out, you lick a strip up Nanami’s length. He groans into your pussy and pushes his tongue further. You keep, licking and sucking his cock, feeling it grow to full hardness. Nanami’s fingers gently prod at your hole. “Put it in daddy!” You whine to him, needing more. “Please!” And he obliges, slowly pushing in one thick finger. You keen and drool against his length. Nanami has the sexiest hands. And his fingers are long and thick. Perfect preparation for the fat shaft in front of you. 

“Take me in your mouth baby girl,” he tells you encouragingly. So you do. Taking his cock in your mouth you begin to pump it in and out, following the rhythm he creates with his fingers. In and out, working his way deeper and deeper into your cunt. His tongue reaches to your clit and touches the nub softly. It feels almost electric.  Your lips stretch around Nanami's wideness taking him in right to the base till you gag on him. You take care not to touch him with your teeth except to perhaps gently graze. His tongue laps at your folds and he rubs your clit with two fingers. You can feel a familiar sensation building. Something that you’ve only felt alone for a while now but that feels heightened with your partner here. Without realising it your hips roll, pushing into his mouth and making his nose bump against your nub. Its filthy, you’re dripping down his face but he can’t stop either. He jerks his hips up to bury his cock down your throat. Your whole body clenches, desperately trying to keep it in. Keep in buried. You lift a hand and fondle his balls, feeling him twitch slightly in your mouth. His pace doesn’t change though. Steady as ever, knowing just how to make you cum. A little faster exactly as you like. 

You cum first. With a sharp intake of breath and a strangled cry for your daddy. Your body twitches as you ride out your high on his face. Nanami’s cock lies in your hand engorged and throbbing for release. Without waiting for a word from you Nanami taps your ass signalling you to get off. He sits upright on the couch and removes his sweatpants folding them and putting them on the coffee table in front of you. Then, he pulls you onto his lap facing him. “Sit on it darling.” he orders. You follow. Your legs feel like jelly. You’re grateful for his supportive hand making sure you get onto the couch and are in position with your trembling cunt right above him.

“Do we need lube?” He asks you. You don’t think so, but with how large Nanami is its always better to be safe than sorry.

“I dont wanna stop and I’m pretty wet but it wouldnt be a bad idea.” you tell him. He kisses you. 

“Wait here.” he says. Nanami helps you sit on the couch and strides into your bedroom to fetch it from his night stand. If you could have, you'd have followed him but you don’t quite trust your legs to move your body right now. Your complaint doesn't last long though, because when Nanami returns, you’re blessed with a view of an adonis. Long legs, muscular torso, strong arms. Your breath hitches in your throat and tears prick at your eyes. 

You put your arms out and gasp out, “You’re so fucking beautiful Minmin.” Your voice brimming with pride and adoration. Your words strike close to Nanami’s heart. He is not a man easily swayed by praise. But from your lips, he would drink every word like a parched man. You knew how much it would mean to him especially after the incident at Shibuya too; he knew you were not one to lie. To you, he truly was beautiful – the world be damned that’s all that mattered. He stalks over to you on the couch, his hand encircling your throat. Its not dangerous, but comforting. A way of showing his claim over his lover. His lips crash into yours and you can tast yourself on his face. He kisses you with fervour. His tongue glides into your mouth in a delicate dance with yours, and you reciprocate intoxicated by the heat and heaviness of his hands on you. 

Nanami sits down pulling you onto him once again. He makes quick work of the oversized tee you still had on. Throwing it this time, onto some surface – you did not care to notice. His lips drop down to your neck, and you feel dizzy, your whole body seems to thrum with anticipation. With one hand he deftly flicks open the lube squirting out a well sized dollop onto his cock, the other wraps around you to hold you in place. Then, throwing the bottle aside he lifts your hips and helps you sit, slowly pushing his rock-like shaft into you, inch by inch. The lube is cold to the touch and contrasts against the heat of your worked out cunt, but you are grateful for it. The feeling of the stretch as he pushs further and further in is deliciously tight,  bordering on being painful. Your fingers card his blonde hair as you slowly adjust to his length and girth. Every inch of you feels stuffed. Nanami’s lips suck and nibble at the skin of your throat. His arms hold you close making sure you won’t fall over. You move your hips. A passionate raw fucking is what the both of you want now. No niceties, no politeness. You’re both overcome with need and affection – making for a dangerous blend. Nanamis mouth drops to your breast. His lips encircle a nipple and he sucks and bites, drawing out gasps from you. He can feel your cunt convulsing around his cock with every move you make. Up. Down. Up. Down. You know his orgasm is slowly building. He thrusts up into you, driving his cock deep. Slamming against your clit. The pleasure you feel is terrible and judging by the blissed out expression on his face he feels the same way. You swear there is nothing in the whole world left but just the two of you. In that moment it becomes too much for him. Nanami lifts you up in his strong arms. Your fat thighs, spilling over his them. He keeps licking and sucking at your breasts leaving marks wherever his teeth can reach, as he carries you into the bedroom almost slamming you onto the bed as he fucks into you, splitting you open on his cock. You see stars as he buries himself into the hilt, frantic, slamming in over and over. You grab his  hair and tug on it – a silent plea for him to come up – to kiss you. He growls feeling the pull. Nanami bucks into you and kneads at your breast as he captures your lips once again. You feel his hands coax your legs up and you’re forced to spread them wider apart to accommodate his broad body. Your tummy jiggles every time he slams into you and you start to feel yourself coming to a peak once more. Nanami holds the flesh of your thighs and fucks you with a steady pace. 

“My pretty girl. My good girl.” His voice is barely over a whisper but you hear the words over your whines and moans. “I’m gonna cum babygirl. Where do you want it?” he asks. 

“Inside. Please!” you beg. You need to be filled by him. You want the feeling of him emptying inside your cunt. Nanami’s cock spasms inside your hole. You feel his release spill inside you, coating your walls. 

He lies down beside you breathing heavily. His chest rising and falling, glistening with sweat. The blissed out expression on your faces along with the heady scent of sex in the room makes the two of you feel warm. It’s intoxicating. You crawl into his open arms and nuzzle against his side, and he captures you in an embrace. “I fucking love you old man…” you whisper to him. 

He laughs. “I love you too baby girl.” Your fingers trail against the pink skin of his scars. And you lay kiss after kiss on his body as your hand wanders. There’s a smile on Nanami's face. His heart is full. Full of you, and your love… 

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖

When the two of you leave the bedroom the sun has risen higher in the sky. But that’s alright… You cuddled together, then had a quick warm shower. Nanami’s arms enveloping you helping you wash your hair, and of course, cleaning the mess he made. Your two cups of tea lie forgotten in the kitchen. As you enter you laugh. “Hey, we never even finished our tea!” 

Nanami smiles. “I’ll get us some more. Oh and I’ve –” he waves his phone at you, “– ordered some brunch. Sandwiches.” 

You curl up on the couch and he bring you both the freshly brewed tea cuddling into your lap. Whenever he did this you couldn’t help but feel like one of those people with a big dog who didn’t really know how big he is. Of course, you didn’t mind. He’s here. With you. Safe and protected. Nothing can hurt him here. 

He looks at you adoringly. “Baby, how about we take a trip to Kuantan? I hear they have lovely beaches.”

The End.

#nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento #nanamin #nanami x reader smut #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen #nanami smut #nanami fluff #nanami my beloved #smut #fluff #no hurt only comfort #anonimuswritings #anonimusunnoan

[atsukinakae]

Could you do a ftm!reader x oikawa and iwa (or whoever you feel like writing) where he wishes he could play volleyball but cant due to medical stuff (or due to being transgender, where i am sadly it is illegal and the only thing stopping me, that might go into too angsty tho) but likes to watch their practices, and brungs stuff for theur teammates constantly (aka food or lil charms. You get the picture)

And games?

Oikawa x manager ftm reader x Iwaizumi

I am really sorry about the fact that you can't and hope that someday you could play,also have some virtual warm hugs and kisses⊂⁠(⁠´⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠⊂⁠ ⁠)⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°

Where I live it is frowned upon for a trans boy to play as a team and I have not met anyone with a similar situation.

I wish I could play...

Due to the fact that you were a trans guy you couldn't play volleyball and that made it worse,but not everything was going to be angsty and sad,you had your team with you and your partners by your side.

The shock that was in everyone when they found out that they were having a manager,A MANAGER?!😦

Yeah,nobody including the couch never thought that someone will ever agree to be Seijoh's manager but still they were happy.

"You can come in", everyone's eyes on the door,just watching.You got scared about the fact that everyone's were on you but still acted calm."Hello,i'm m/n and I will be your manager from on,nice to meet you"you bowed.

The first and second years were too stuned by your charms that were just staring,the third years introduced you to everyone and explaining the rules and you had to do,except for the brown haired boy who was just sobbing after a black haired boy smacked him.

After a few months of being their manager you had learned how much this boys loved and cared about you especially Iwaizumi and Oikawa.

~ Being their manager meaned to fill the bottles,writing notes,cleaning and helping on everything that you could but also giving them forehead kisses,hugs,head pats and a lot of compliments and comfort for they loosed.

~ The whole team going to your house to spend the afternoon playing games, watching móviles and having sleepovers.

~Gosh,you loved theses boys and your partners,but that pissed you was that everytime Oikawa's fangirls see you will immediately surround you, you're just stading there,body freezed not knowing what to do,just trying to find your boyfriends or anyone on the team.Luckely the couch came to save from those girls,"thanks couch I was too panicked by them".Poor boy,after what happened your team saw your panicked face and tried to find out the reason while you were just trying to calm yourself down."M/n what happened?" "Oikawa's fangirls surrounded me again".After that incident the boys were more protective being around you so the girls won't make you uncomfortable ever again.

~"I'm done with this team,you don't even listen to your captain"said the setter while dramatically walked towards the gym door.

"Go wherever you want but m/n and Iwaizumi won't be going with you"That was Matsukawa's response before he left the gym.

When you entered the gym after changing to your manager uniformnyou saw that everyone was there except Oikawa,it surprised you a bit,he rarely missed practice."You know were is Oikawa?"you asked the first years,"He left the gym just before you came,saying we don't listen to him".A few minutes later Oikawa entered the gym and runned towards you hugging."I thought that you would never come back"you said with a smile on your face."How could I leave my pretty and adorable boyfriend behind"he said while buring his face on your neck for some comfort

~On days where you didn't have practice,you will play volleyball in the park with the first years,go on dates with your boyfriends,like a picnic under the blossoms trees,make homemade food,go to a cat cafes,etc.

Eventhought the fact that you were trans made the situation worse and couldn't the thinghs that you liked of fear of being judged,your team would do anything for you to see that pretty smiled on your face."M/n san,can we go to the park on saturday to play volleyball,please?"asked Yahaba with Watari by your side waiting for your answer.In the end you accepted and you more fun that what expected.

#haikyuu x m!reader #haikyuu x male reader #hq x male reader #hq x m!reader #haikyuu x trans reader #hq x trans reader #haikyuu x ftm reader #hq x ftm reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x male reader #oikawa x trans reader #oikawa x ftm reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x trans reader #iwaizumi x ftm reader #oikawa x trans reader x iwaizumi #oikawa x male reader x iwaizumi #oikawa x ftm reader x iwaizumi

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Four

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Four: One Hell of a Hallmark

Summary: (Y/N) and Sebastian investigate the circus in two very different ways.

Mouse Note: I blush rereading my own writing.

            The following night, after a long day of cooking and cleaning and looking after Ciel after the shower incident, (Y/N) and Sebastian assisted the official cast members of the Noah’s Ark Circus as they prepared for their performance.

            “Have you seen my hair ornament?” said Wendy, the sister trapeze artist.

            “Here it is,” said Sebastian helpfully.

            “Everyone, the show’s starting soon, so get cracking now!” reminded Joker.

            “I don’t have enough knives! Where are my spares?!” cried Dagger.

            “Right here,” said (Y/N), handing them to him. Finally, things began to calm down as the first-string members walked out to begin the performance.

            Ciel stood up from where he had tiredly sat down, unused to all the physical labor he’d been put through. “I lost Freckle Face!” His roommate was no longer stuck to his side. “Who knows when we’ll get another chance! Let’s look into the tents now and be done with it! We’ll settle all this in ten minutes!” After his mark from the cult had nearly been exposed in the shower, he had been eager to leave the damned circus and go back to the comforting surroundings of his manor.

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastain, standing.

            “Black! Cat!” said Joker, running into the room with Wendy riding piggyback with tears in her eyes. “Big Sis Wendy here sprained her ankle and can’t perform. So, Black, Cat, you’ll go instead. You two oughta be find out there, so please! You’re going to be up any minute now, so be ready!”

            “Young Master, it is a shame, but let us investigate at another time,” said Sebastian. Ciel wasn’t listening.

            “Smile?” prompted (Y/N).

            “I can’t dawdle here forever. And this may be the only time Freckle Face isn’t around,” said Ciel. “I have time. The poisonous snakes are the only problem. According to the timetable, you finish performing at 7:50. The encore is at 8:00. You have five minutes to capture all the snakes and then proceed to the performance, Sebastian. At 7:50, you’ll return backstage momentarily, free all the snakes, and appear in the encore. I’ll take care of the rest. Let’s go!”

            “As you wish,” said Sebastian. He and (Y/N) slipped out after Ciel. With two pairs of hands instead of one, it was quick work to tie all the snakes together to keep them trapped.”

            “Good,” said Ciel. “You go to the big top. They’ll be suspicious if you’re late.”

            “Yes, sir,” said (Y/N).

            Sebastian and they walked into the performance tent. (Y/N) glanced at Sebastian.

            “How much should we show off?” they said.

            Sebastian smirked. “We should give these humans the show of a lifetime.”

            (Y/N) nodded to him and grinned before heading to the other trapeze platform. Sebastian and they stood across from each other, looking like a true performance couple in their all-black outfits.

            “And now, taking to the trapeze above up, we have the fantastic Black and Cat!” called Joker.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian waved to the audience before leaping from the platforms with the bars in hand. In one fluid motion, (Y/N) let go and flipped through the air. They caught themself on Sebastian’s legs like another bar, and the audience gasped. Sebastian let the backwards moment of the bar swing them back, and he let go. The crowd watched in fear as both performers flew through the air. (Y/N) used their momentum to flip up onto the bar Sebastian had been holding, and Sebastian used his own momentum to backflip back to the platform. The audience applauded the trick.

            Below, Beast cursed. “Ah, my lace.” It had caught on a nail and broken, meaning her costume could come undone at any time.

            “Ah! Look away, guys!” said Dagger, trying to save her “modesty.” “Beast, there’s still time till the encore, so please change!”

            “Oh, fine,” said Beast, turning to walk away.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian heard the exchange and shifted. If Ciel were caught snooping around, the whole investigation would be ruined. They glanced at each other. It was time to end the performance, soon, and get to Ciel before Beast did.

            (Y/N) made a feint at falling from the bar, and the crowd cried out. At the last moment, (Y/N) caught the other trapeze as it swung back towards them and spun around it, eliciting cheers and applause from below. Kicking once more, (Y/N) spun a second time and then let go, allowing themself to fly into the air with nothing below them. They were a demon, so they could handle themself if they happened to fall, but as part of a human performance, they were trusting Sebastian.

            As the crowd’s eyes widened, Sebastian swung through the air on the trapeze and let go. As precise as ever, he flew across the tent at the perfect angle. Sebastian caught (Y/N) midair, and the pair landed on the trapeze platform, perfectly unharmed. Even though it had been planned, the audience went wild at the knight in shining armor performance and the ease with which (Y/N) and Sebastian had moved through the air.

            Continuing the “part,” Sebastian kept his hand on (Y/N)’s waist and drew them close as they both waved to the crowd, and (Y/N) lay their head on his shoulder affectionately, as if they really had been saved by him.

            A moment later, though, when Joker announced the next performance, (Y/N) and Sebastian had disappeared inhumanely fast.

            (Y/N) hid outside of Beast’s tent while Sebastian ran in and pushed Ciel into the clothes chest while she changed. Once the coast was clear, (Y/N) walked in and knocked on the chest so Sebastian would open it. Ciel glared at his butler indignantly from where he lay buried in corsets and brassieres.

            “So, Young Master, did you find anything?” asked Sebastian, smiling at Ciel as if he wasn’t glaring, and he helped the Earl out of the chest.

            Ciel held up a photograph he’d found in Beast’s tent. “All of the first-string troupe members have a photo with this man.” He pointed to where the old man’s hand rested on young Beast’s shoulder. “And I believe his signet ring could be used to identify him.”

            Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I can see it well enough.” Demonic eyes could see the precise lines, even in such a crude photograph. “In fact, I recently happened to see the device on this signet ring as a hallmark.”

            “A hallmark?” said Ciel.

            “Yes. The symbol on this signet ring is the same one that was at the base of Miss Beast’s prosthetic leg,” said Sebastian.

            “The hallmark on the prosthetic limb…A workhouse—this man interest me,” said Ciel.

            “It’s nearly time,” warned (Y/N), glancing at their pocket watch.

            Ciel was silent.

            “Young Master?” said Sebastian.

            “I still need to investigate Joker’s tent. Time is short, but I still have eight minutes left,” said Ciel. “So we don’t arouse any suspicions, you go back first. I’ll finish everything today. After the encore, beat the first string back here and release the snakes. Got it?” Ciel ran off.

            “He’s certainly working you hard today,” said (Y/N).

            “That is my Young Master,” said Sebastian, smiling. He looked at (Y/N). “Now, shall we perform for the encore?”

            “Why not? It was fun,” said (Y/N). They grinned. “And it’s not often I get to really show off with someone who’s equal to me in skill.”

            “I doubt many could be, even amongst our kind,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) straightened at the praise. Damn they were whipped.

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            “Young Master,” greeted Sebastian once Ciel made it back to his tent.

            Ciel glared at him. “You cur…” He coughed and panted. “You set the venomous snakes free even though you knew I was still there, didn’t you?”

            Sebastian blinked. “Yes. Your order was to return in advance of the first-string and set the snakes free. Did I not but carry out your orders to the letter? Whyever are you bestowing me with such a hateful glare?” Ciel’s panting got worse. “Please be at ease. I shall protect your life as long as our covenant holds—However, you were well aware that if you made a mistake in your plans, you could have suffered bodily harm to the point of death, no? Every game must have its thrills, after all.” For a moment, his eyes flashed fuchsia. “As Young Master is insatiable when it comes to games, I assumed you felt the same way.”

            “Haha. Your idea of sport is in such bad taste, it makes me wretch, you demon,” huffed Ciel.

            “I’m flattered!” said Sebastian brightly.

            It was true. Demons had different ideas of fun than humans. For example, (Y/N)’s fun was watching the light drain from men’s eyes when they realized the people they used now had the power over them, the very same power they’d used to abuse and hurt others.

            “Forget it.” Ciel coughed. “After we parted, I found a letter that had me name written on it in that clow Joker’s tent. From what I could gather, it also contained my peerage, the location of the manor, and even a brief personal history.”

            “Could you do this somewhere else?” said William in irritation. “I hardly want to hear a demon at work.”

            Ciel gritted his teeth. “Let’s take this outside.” He coughed. His cheeks were starting to look quite red. “So, the name of the sender is ‘Tom, the Piper’s Son.’ ”

            “Tom, the Piper’s Son?” repeated (Y/N).

            “It’s a character from the nursery rhymes of Mother Goose. I can’t say I know what ie means—” Ciel was interrupted by a cough “—and the wax seal had a device with a horse and the initial ‘K’ on it.”

            “Then it is the same as the hallmark I saw,” said Sebastian. “A signet ring is usually engraved with a motif and initials representing the bearer or his crest.”

            “Yes,” said Ciel.

            “Thus…‘Tom, the Piper’s Son’ is someone whose family coat of arms contains a horse. A crest with such a design would typically belong to those upon whom knighthood has been conferred or military personnel,” said Sebastian.

            Ciel coughed. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that’s the rule, but it’s impossible to be a philanthropist without a certain social status. All the heraldic devices are recorded at the college of arms.” He coughed again, shaking slightly. “With all these clues in hand, I can trust you to find the crest we seek, however great the number of records may be.” He stumbled where he stood. “The missing children. The circus. Tome, the Piper’s Son. And I. What is it that connects these disparate piece—” A rough cough cut him off.

            “Young Master?” said Sebastian, furrowing his brow.

            “My Lord?” The demons could tell something was off.

            “In any case, we’ll go back to the town house once—” Ciel’s coughs turned into continuous hacks.

            “Young Master? Is something wrong?” asked Sebastian.

            Ciel coughed up fluid and fell to his knees. Sebastian and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. Sebastian had no idea what was wrong with Ciel and no idea how to help him as the coughs worsened. The demons dropped to their knees, supporting Ciel as he tried to stand but just kept falling as the coughs continued

            “Smile! What is it? Oi!” Freckle Face ran up as he heard the commotion and gasped as he saw Ciel. “We need to get him to the Doctor!”

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            “He’s got asthma,” said the Doctor.

            “Asthma, you say?” said Sebastian. “In the years I have been with him, this is my first time seeing him in this state.”

            “If he hadn’t had an attack in three years, I’d think the asthma was just about cured, but…that said, being exposed to sudden cold or stress…or catching a cold could trigger a recurrence,” explained the Doctor.

            “He has caught a cold once or twice, but he has never had an attack like this,” said Sebastian in concern.

            “I would say a buildup of many factors must’ve caused this,” said the Doctor. “First off, I heard he bathed in the open air with our resident meatheads? Of course he’d catch a cold.”

            “Ah…” Ciel’s eyes opened,

            “Wonderful! You’ve come back to us,” said the Doctor.

            “Water…” groaned Ciel.

            “Here you are,” said Sebastian, pouring some water into Ciel’s mouth.

            “Smile, didn’t you have horrible asthma when you were little? It can be fatal, so you must be careful, even if you think you’ve recovered from it,” said the Doctor. “You stay in bed until your fever and cough are gone, got it?! Now, as for the rest of you, out! Back to your tents!”

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            In the dead of night, (Y/N) waited outside of tent eight as Sebastian emerged. Ciel had called for him. Finally, they would have something to do instead of being stuck in the bed another long, boring night.

            Sebastian moved into the light and was immediately forced to escape the attack of William’s Death Scythe.

            “And where do you think you’re going?” demanded William. “I told you not to wander around with your owner.”

            “Unfortunately, my Master’s confined to his bed, so (Y/N) and I are running an errand in his stead,” said Sebastian.

            “I will not allow any exceptions,” said William stiffly. “Return to the tent at once. I cannot have you acting independently until my judgement is complete.” He extended the Death Scythe again, this time at (Y/N). “The most seemingly insignificant error can lead to length overtime!”

            Sebastian stepped between (Y/N) and William and caught the Death Scythe. It cut into his gloves to his hand. Blood dripped to the floor below. “I beg your pardon,” he said. “However, I too have my duties as a butler to see to. I cannot allow you to disturb my Master’s sleep. And you do not really wish to make a scene here. How about we make a deal?” Sebastian stepped forward. “You leave me to roam the circus free for tonight, and ‘Cat’ will stay in the tent.” He glanced at (Y/N), but they didn’t argue. They’d let him do his job. “I will find another way to get the information I need, and you will know that the demon without a master is out snacking on souls.”

            “Tch.” William glared at (Y/N) and Sebastian. “You demons and your sweet words, dragging your prey into the darkness.” However, he didn’t refuse and just walked back into their tent.

            Sebastian turned to (Y/N). “I apologize for relegating you to the tent, but I must complete the Young Master’s orders.” He tugged his bloody glove off his hand.

            “I understand,” said (Y/N). “I would wish you luck, but I know you’ll find the information somehow.” They smiled at him before entering the tent once more.

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            Beast’s held Joker’s scarf tight to her neck as she cried silently while he left the circus to return to father. Once again, her attempt to care for him had been rejected. She just wanted to help him run away from all the pain he was going through, but he pushed her away. Tears fell from Beast’s eyes as her heart ached.

            “Dear, oh dear.”

            Beast had become the perfect prey for a demon.

            “Are those tears I spy?” said Sebastian, stepping out of the shadows.

            “You…!” Beast turned her face away. “This’s naught to do with you! You better get lost quick if you know what’s good for you!”

            Sebastian was behind her in a moment. “You do not have even a passing change there, if you ask me.” She didn’t have a chance with Joker.

            “Wha—!” Beast gasped.

            “It is useless to have your heart set on someone like him and no other…” said Sebastian, words like honey. “Someone who is kind to you although he cannot return your affections, even though he knows that doing so will make you suffer more. How cruel. Just how long have you been carrying on like this?” His ungloved hand stroked the scarf Joker had given Beast. “With these unhappy tears and a relationship that only gives rise to maudlin sentiment.”

            “What the bloody hell d’you understand?!” demanded Beast, throwing a hand at Sebastian.

            He smirked and dodged it. “Not a jot as of yet. But there is something I do know.” He caught her wrist and pulled her to his body, winding his other arm around Beast’s waist. “A way to release you from that pain, if only for a moment.”

            “Enough of your joking! Let me go!” said Beast.

            “I am not joking,” said Sebastian. “The weight of those emotions keeps you from moving either forward or back. Regardless of how desperately you shout, he will never look back.” He spoke into her ear, dark seduction swirling in his words. “You poor thing. It hurst, yes? You want to push it all from your mind, do you not?”

            He sways his prey…

            “Everything about that cruel and kind man,” whispered Sebastian, hands pulling Beast closer.

            …with sweet words, all the while dragging them into darkness.

            “I-I!” stammered Beast.

            Sebastian’s gloved hand intertwined with Beast’s, and the one around her waist went to her neck, tipping her chin towards him as the shadows crept closer as the demon lured his prey in.

            So the quarry does not notice the face of the beast that lurks behind it…he proceeds cleverly…sweetly…quietly…

            “Then why not forget just for tonight? Drown in pleasure and breath sweet poison deep into your lungs,” purred Sebastian, words pure sin, inviting the human further into his hold.

            Joker’s scarf fell to the ground. “You’re like the devil talking in whispers…” murmured Beast. But she was tempted, drawn in by the sweet promise of pleasure in the midst of her pain.

            “I only want to know,” said Sebastian, smirking as he leaned in. “To know that secret place deep within you.”

            Beast fell into the darkness.

            It took Sebastian just a few moments to guide her to her tent, and she sunk onto her bed, discarding her coat. Sebastian smoothly pulled her stockings down her legs.

            Beast shivered as she watched him. “It’s been this way for as long as I can remember…” she murmured. “He just never says the words I long to hear. He got even more distant when Father put him in charge of the Noah’s Ark Troupe.”

            “Father?” said Sebastian as his hand ran up Beast’s prosthetic leg.

            “Our patron,” said Beast. “He aided in the development of our artificial limbs and granted us new bodies.”

            Sebastian’s hand reached the symbol engraved on Beast’s leg. “Then this hallmark belongs to ‘Father?’ ” He moved farther, ridding Beast of the other clothes in his way.

            “That’s right. We all belong to Father,” murmured Beast, turning onto her hands while Sebastian loomed over her from behind.

            “What is his name?” asked Sebastian.

            “Why do you want to kno—A-ah!” Beast gasped as Sebastian’s one ungloved hand finally made contact with her. All her thoughts flew from her mind as pleasure rose to replace her pain.

            “I cannot greet him properly if I do not even know his name,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “You and I are no longer mere acquaintances, after all…So you can tell me, can’t you?” He purred into her ear.

            Beast’s eyes were lidded and her face flushed with pleasure as she looked back over her shoulder at Sebastain. “Father is—” And she gave in and let the words fall from her once more as the darkness stole away her pain for a night. Beast keened and cried out, clutching the sheets below her.     

            Sebastian could feel Beast keening against him. He felt nothing as he moved with practiced precision against the woman beneath him. But then a different view flashed before his eyes. For a moment, it was not Beast below him. For a moment, it was not Beast looking over her shoulder at him. For a moment, it was not Beast whose body Sebastian caressed.

            For a moment, it was (Y/N). It was (Y/N) whose body pressed against him. It was (Y/N) he touched. It was (Y/N) he heard crying out for him.

            And as that fantasy passed through him, so did a thrum of unadulterated pleasure.

            Beast’s body and presence did nothing for Sebastian, but the idea of pleasing (Y/N) did. He could make them moan, make them cry out his name, tremble with pleasure no human had ever or could ever give them. He would get on his knees for them and then pin them beneath him. Sebastian would make them remember no one but him and then let them teach him the same because there was no one Sebastian wanted but them.

            They were his; he was theirs.

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Kitty Cat Part 1 (Revised)

Ettore X (Neuro-Divergent Reader)

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Word Count: 1,365

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Biggest warning is Ettore ( since he needs his own warning) , mention of murder. Unhealthy coping mechanisms. I think that's it. Anything else I should add, please tell me.

For as long as you can remember, you had an obsession with touch. The feel of skin against skin was a calming presence for you. When you were a child, whenever you were hurt, afraid, or sad, your mother would stroke your cheek and whisper comforting words into your ear.

This need for comfort persisted long after your mother died in that car accident. Long after, you committed a crime that would change your life forever.

This need was still ever present as you were loaded into a ship set to bring you and a group of the world's most unpleasant people up towards a black hole to do God knows what.

Your heart is pounding in your ears as you are loaded into the ship, the leather seat smooth to the touch. The man tasked with strapping you is murmuring under his breath, clearly annoyed.

You couldn't help yourself, you have been trying to rub your face on him the entire time. His arm, hand, wrist, anything really.

Make it stop, make it stop

Anything to bring you that endorphin release and bring your blood pressure down. When the seat belt is pulled over your right shoulder, you start to rub your face against it furiously. The sensation begins to calm your anxiety, and the rushing in your ears starts to subside, and you are finally clear minded enough to start to take in your surroundings.

You feel eyes on you, and your heart rate begins to pick up again.

No no, make it stop make it stop

You bring your hand up to the side of your face. It isn't what you truly needed, but it could help. But then, true relief comes, you feel cold knuckles up against your temple. Foreign. Not an inanimate object or your own hand but the flesh of another. You close your eyes as you begin to nuzzle into the hand, your blood pressure dropping as a wave of euphoria floods over you.

Your mind again begins to clear, you are able to think again, so you look to your right and the red-haired girl seated next to you is holding out her hand that you have been nuzzling up against for the last few minutes. She gives you a small confused smile but doesn't pull her hand away.

Maybe I'll survive on this ship after all

Since your initial meeting, you and the red head who you found out is named Boyse had been what would pass for friends on this ship.

She seemed to accept the fact that you were non-verbal and seemed dedicated to learning how best to communicate with you.

So you would sit next to boyse at meal times and stay close when time allowed, and she would allow you to rub your face on her shoulder or would stroke your cheek.

This kept you in a state of contentment . A few of the other crew mates had expressed how odd they found it, but Boyse paid them no mind.

Life was as happy as it could be on this little ship full of criminals. Each day passing without incident. Boyse by your side filling you with relief when you needed her most.

The only caveat being work assignments.

Most of the time, you were assigned to separate duties, and you had to cope with the lack of touch. You would stroke your own cheek or rub your face into your shoulder to keep the anxiety at bay. You had tried to elicit touch from other crewmates when you worked with them, but most made sure to steer clear from you.

But today, you were assigned to work with him. The one crewmate Boyse had suggested, no ordered you to stay far away from. She had pointed out on numerous occasions when he would watch while she pet you or while you nuzzle her shoulder, and this gave her a sense of unease.

You are aware of your own inability to pick up on proper social cues, so you decided to take her word for it, avoiding Ettore at all costs.

This wasn't a particularly difficult task given his penchant for staying alone. Opting to Leer from the outside.

That was until today. When standing next to Boyse and looking up at the assignment sheet, there was his name in bold black lettering directly next to yours. Both are seemingly assigned to laundry.

Boyse let out a long sigh as she looked at the assignment sheet.

"This can't be right. They can't leave you alone with him!"

Hearing her frustration, your heartbeat began to increase. You move towards her and start to rub your face on her shoulder.

"Not now, kitty, this is serious!" She looks towards you with concern, causing a deep furrow in her brow.

"There's something not right about him and you. You're just a little kitten," she says, rubbing your cheek with her hand. You smile and close your eyes while nuzzling into her.

"I'm going to find someone to switch with you. No way are you working alone with that creep," she stalks off, leaving you standing there before the assignment board.

You wait less than a minute before you scurry off in the direction she took off in.

Why did I wait so long?

Where did she go?

Your panic starts to bubble as you hear Boyse yelling.

" He's a predator! She doesn't even talk! How is this safe?!?"

You come flying around the corner with a crash. Dibs, the insane doctor who is somehow in charge, looks down at you unimpressed and then turns back to Boyse, a condescending lilt to her voice.

"Ettore knows and understands the rules. Everything and everyone will be fine. Go to your assignments."

She looks back and forth between you and Boyse. Boyse opens her mouth to say something else, but you interject by nodding your head furiously.

Boyse looks at you stunned. Then anger spreads across her face as she stalks away.

Please don't be mad, your all I have

You arrive at the laundry room. Blood rushes in your ears as your head swings around like a meerkat sticking its head out of the sand.

He didn't even show up. This isn't so bad

You start rubbing your face against your shoulder and feel the anxiety start to abate.

You fall into a false sense of security and begin to load the pile of clothes left by the machine in, when more drops on top of the pile.

You lift your head up and are met with the steely blue eyes of Ettore.

"That should be all of em"

"I collected you can load em yeah?"

You nod and begin to load the washer. Slightly hunched over, your heartbeat starts to pick up, and your face starts to flush. You instinctually start to rub your face on your shoulder again, the rushing in your ears getting worse as you feel that Ettore has moved much closer, the heat of his body radiating onto your back.

His closeness, his smell, his domineering presence all together cause something to snap in you, and you turn, guickly looking up at Ettore. As he stares back at you, you move closer, closing the small gap between you.

Shoulder is too far up

You can't reach his shoulder, and it fills you with frustration, you place your face against his arm and start to nuzzle.

At first, he tenses, and his breath hitches. But he doesn't push you away, so you keep going feeling the flush in your face start to cool, and your heart beat start to relax. Ettore places his hand under your hair on the back of your neck and slides his hand up into your hairline while scratching his nails against your scalp.

The feeling is nice, calming even as he continues lightly scratching at your scalp, you continue to nuzzle him feeling more and more at peace. Then, as if something has taken over him, he grips your hair tightly and pulls you up against him, his nose buried in the hair on the top of your head.

"OH kitty. You are in trouble "

Part 2

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I hate you | sg m

You see my eyes boy, I just can't keep 'em off you, turning me on, I-I just can't see through you. Tonight —Doja cat ft Eve

Summary: Your high school bully can't contain himself once you're alone

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers

Rated: mature, +18

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.7 k pff i let myself gooo

Warnings: fem! reader, mentions of Geto and his two cute daughters (Nanako and Mimiko), mentions of past history between reader and Geto, oral and fingering (f! receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this girl's), mentions of pet names, sg! bully, kinda canonhead. Most of the events are based on the manga, and some are my beliefs and fiction.

a/n: Look, i needed some enemies to lovers and put it out of my system, so here it is.

Getting scolded by your teacher was becoming your new routine, and it's not even your fault. As you repeat yourself over and over while the other person involved tries to scream from above your words.

"I'm tired of getting dragged to this issue with you, Satoru Gojo." he scoffs and looks at you with a cocky grin adorning his lips

"It's not like it's pleasant to be around you either" you gasp and walk away with the permission of your teacher.

Suguru Geto approaches you with an embarrassed look accompanying his lovely features and your heart sinks at the sight.

"Hey [name] don't be so harsh on him, i think he has a crush on you" you scoff at his words and continue your pace away.

This new year at this new high school hasn't been all pleasant, you thought that maybe following that advice of going to the sorcerer school will help polish your abilities. And it has been, ignoring the fact that Satoru Gojo always seems to find a new way to pick on you, and you don't actually understand why you certainly are not the strongest, and he had to rescue you and your partner on a mission about two times now. You know what Satoru represents, coming from that rich family and being the strongest man there is, having that cocky grin attached to his face and the round sunglasses he's always wearing as if they're glued to his face, he annoys the shit out of you, and you're pretty sure that he definitely feels the same about you.

A new class awaits you, and having to share the same classroom annoys you, just by thinking about it.

Shoko and Geto greets you, and as you try to have a calm conversation, the teacher comes in, a few minutes later Gojo decides to show up as well.

"Late again Mr. Satoru" he snorts and grabs a sit on Geto's side.

"Y'all be having a mission today, just a quick and easy exorcism at Tokyo" you and Shoko grabbed hands in excitement and all fades away when your teachers speak up once more "Gojo and [name] will be going together and Shoko and Geto will partner up as well"

What?...

"I thought you said it was only one quick and easy" the teacher arches an eyebrow

"Yea' teacher i don' think they even have to go, Geto and I can get everything done" Gojo interrupt you half speech

Your teachers angry frown doesn't disappear and you rather not to pick up the fight this time

After a few more protests from Gojo the teacher let you guys know all the details of the two places that have incidents occurring, Geto and Shoko took the abandoned house and Gojo and you took the abandoned school.

Just arriving the atmosphere was gloomy and having to bear with complaints and sighs from your partner wasn't actually helping at all.

"That which frightens more than dark itself" you begin to speak as Gojo stretches himself "That which is darker than black" the veil begins to cover around the perimeter "...purifies impurities"

Gojo looked your way and said

"Don't get in my way, thanks for the veil but i'll do all the hard work" you scoff at his words and before you have a chance to speak again he disappears from your sight.

His arrogance doesn't even allow help.

You pass the entrance and begin to notice small and many curses, but why won't they?...

You turn around to a massive curse, as you pull your sword, the monster grabs you and you drop the prompt not being able to move.

Fantastic, now you're at his stomach, where is Gojo when you need him.

Two little boys caught your attention once you stop looking around for any clues on going out.

"Miss, please, help me" once you notice one little boy has his arm crushed, twisted even. You step closer and try to say comfort words to them, you look for that little knife on your ankle and begin to try and open up that beast

Your phone isn't working, and the little boys are looking stressed and desperate. You try to escape, is this all you can do? At the end Gojo was right? and you were nothing but a weak sorcerer.

Suddenly the ground beneath you disappears and as you fall you feel a gentle hand hugging from the waist and the warmth of a body saving you from falling. Gojo’s face is full of mucus and viscosity.

“Ohh, [name] you cryin’?” you scoff while looking at the little kids hanging from his other arm

“I am not crying’” he scoffs and pulls that cocky grin

“I believe that you’re trying to thank me, you can also pay me or even get my autograph” his tone was cocky and sarcastic

“Well grab a chair so you can wait on all of those, and let go of me” he drops you onto the floor, and with the help of your hands, you manage to not harm yourself even more.

“A thank you can do the trick” you huff and stand up after settling well on the ground

“Thank you” his cocky grin doesn’t leave his lips as he looks your way

“Oh, i’ll never let you forget about this” he chuckles and you notice a notch on his right arm, it’s leaking blood and your fingers try to touch it just to make sure that you’re looking correctly.

“Tsk, that hurt” he flinches at your touch and you’re now sure that it is what you were looking

“Your arm is bleeding” you rip your shirt and you wrap his arm with it he’s looking fondly while you’re self-absorbed on the task “I thought that infinite wouldn’t make you any harm” he huffs and makes a pout

“It isn’t perfect yet, it must have happened in a second while i didn’t noticed” you make your way downstairs while he literally just floats down

“You don’t have to be perfect” you say, once you’re reunited again, and for the first time in weeks you’re talking as two civilized people and not like you’re looking to rip his head off.

“But I am expected to” he looks hopeless, as if this matter wasn’t something he had discussed with himself more than once. And for the first time you think of him as a person, as a human being trying to fit into that stereotype of being perfect in everything giving his clan, you feel sympathy.

“I think that you’re strong and that should be enough” his eyes glow and the veil rises in front of you as you walk through it.

Geto and Shoko are on the other side, looking as fresh as the day while you almost saw death today.

Gojo and Geto begin to play while Shoko checks up on you, and that was it for a moment. Gojo begins to scoff at you for saving you, and claiming you were crying, you told Geto about the incision on his arm and he pouts while Geto and you laugh at him.

Nothing good lasts forever, you train your ass off and while Gojo and Geto are away on this special mission everything around you looks slow and gray, as if Geto and Gojo were the fun and colors of your classroom.

Shoko and you go out a few times after training and after a few days you begin to look Geto a bit gloomy, as if something in that mission had made him change, something within him just snapped.

On training while Gojo explains his technique you notice Geto lose himself in thought, you call his name, and he gifts you with a soft smile.

“Are you alright?” he nods but the bags beneath his lower eyelid tells you otherwise, his nihilistic smile disappeared and he just doesn’t look like Geto to you

“Have you been eating?” Gojo asks looking at Geto “You look thin, don’t eat just cold noodles” he doesn’t laugh, he doesn’t look alive to you.

You reach out to Gojo, and tell him about your concerns, he says that is alright, that he says so… but you can’t bring the idea to believe him.

“C’mon Gojo just talk to him, maybe he’ll talk to you, you’re his best friend” he nods and notices the serious tone and look

“Thanks, i’ll talk to him” you smile and leave for your dorm.

Days went by, your friends weren’t that close anymore, Geto and Gojo would leave alone while you and Shoko were together, Haibara passed away and graduation was just around the corner, you became a competent sorcerer yourself; certainly not the best, but pretty strong.

With the help of your parents you found a nice apartment, it was small but you could turn it into a home.

Days passed you by, and work as a sorcerer was exhausting, but kept your fridge full and that was it. You haven’t seen any of your classmates beside Shoko everytime you got hurt, which was more than you could count.

As you rested one day, you got a call, it was an unknown number, but even then you chose to answer.

Soft pants and a faint sound of a fire made the way through your ear.

“[Name] are you home?” Geto? this late at night… well that was…

“Uhmm, yea’ sure, are you alright?” he’s still panting and you hear a few muffled voices

“Can you call Satoru and tell him to meet me at your house?” you’re more than confused now

“I’m not sure if Satoru would want to…-” he cuts you mid sentence

“Please [name]” he sobs and you nod, it’s that serious and his tone is soft and needy

“I’ll call him, jus’ get here safe” he hangs up and you call his number, the one you taught you’ll never have to see again, but Suguru was a really good friend and you’ll do it for him.

He answers, finally with that cocky tone of his.

“Suguru called me and told me if you could come to my apartment” he huffs and you can almost see his grin

“Why wouldn’t he call me?” that seemed to hurt his ego

“Jus’ come to my apartment and try to be quick, I don’t know how serious the situation is” he agrees and you text him the address.

Satoru gets first and now you’re in this awkward silence waiting for Suguru.

A few knocks announce his arrival, Gojo opens the door for him and his temple changes as quick as he notices the two little girls by his feet.

“What did you do?” Gojo breaks the silence and Geto scoffs

“[Name] can you give them a bath?” you nod, stand from your sofa and ask just one question

“You have cash, Geto?” he holds his neck and denies, you point at Gojo and his confused look pierce at you “Go with him and buy the girls some clothes” Suguru knew you wouldn’t make unnecessary questions and his template relaxes “Grab a shirt from my closet Suguru, and don’t take long” both of the men walk along outside while you prep them the warm water and asks for their names.

In the meantime Gojo has an angry frown at Suguru, he huffs while he walks to the closest store he can notice.

“You’re probably wondering why I didn’t call you first” Satoru huffs “I knew you were at the school and I couldn’t let them hear me, not right now” they enter the store and now wonder what little girls would use, and what size they were?

“So you call [name]? Is this some type of payback?” he huffs and asks a lady that works there for the girls clothing

“I know your history, but she’s the only one with a house, and I trust her Satoru, I know you do too” after some thought Geto grabs two dresses in the size he thinks they’ll fit.

“Why are you adopting two girls?” he closes his eyes and walks the way back to your home

“Let’s wait so [name] can hear me out too” Satoru nods.

You’re washing away dirt and blood as they laugh at something you said and you hear your front door opening. Suguru hands you the dresses he picked and as you dressed them, Satoru looks fondly at your actions, so carefully looking after them and being so gracefully doing so.

You put the girls to bed and an angry frown adorns your face.

“Start talking Sugu” He's sitting at your couch with Satoru by him.

“They gave me this mission” his voice is raspy and sharp “The humans had this girls locked up, and they were talking trash of them, and…” warm tears began to adorn his temple, with a broken voice and the tears streaming down he confessed to have murder everyone, every human at the village… “And I still don’t feel a remorse in me”

Both for you and for Satoru this felt like a shock, your high school best friend is telling you he committed murdered, and you think that it was for a cause

“They tortured the little girls?” he nods and Satoru stands up and walks away to your kitchen “They thought they were the monsters but [name], how can a little girl understand the world like they do?” his voice was still squeaky and Satoru returned with his eyes uncovered gazing between you and his best friend

“You know what the higher ups would say?” he nods, already knowing damn well

“Satoru, please understand me, I…-” you interrupt him mid sentence, looking at Gojo

“Whatever his acts lead him to do, we can’t let him go through it alone, none of us has to go through any of the things this jobs has for us, stop hiding yourself from us, stop being distant and include us, me" with your gaze directly to Suguru and that demanding tone he's so fond of ",Shoko even Nanami would help you but stop pushing yourself away” your gaze pierced between the two man in front of you

“Thank you [name]” Suguru speaks up between the tears and you think this is the first time he has actually broken down, you kneel in front of him and offer a hug while the tears fill your blouse, Satoru stands beside you and rubs his hand on his friend’s back.

“I’m going to have to step up for you with the higher ups don’t I?” Suguru laughs and nods in agreement.

Y’all agreed the girls should stay with you until Satoru talks with the higher ups about the whole situation, and right now, besides having to see the boy that bullied you at school you also have to look after two beautiful kids. Life gives turns. Geto shows up everyday, plays with the little girls and expects a call from Satoru. One afternoon, while making dinner, your door announces someone on the other side.

“Coming!” you shout from the kitchen as you make your way to the door.

Gojo is at the door with a bag full of you don’t know what, greets you with a nod and walks to the little girls in the living room. You return to the kitchen, and you don’t notice the man who’s now behind you.

“Look at you, all maternal mode” you scoff

“You only came by to laugh at me? We’re over high school, when are you going to stop being the brat you are?” he holds his chests and fakes pain

“I’m waiting on Suguru, he asked if i could get the girls new clothes, so I did” you continue your cooking as you wait for the food to be ready.

“So now I'm your boyfriend and you host house?” he chuckles

“I’ll take a partner to a better place than this” you huff and release your hands from the gloves you’re wearing

“You’re welcome to see your way to the door” you try to reach him, but his curse technique wouldn’t even allow it. “Agh, Satoru Gojo you’re a pain in the ass”

Nanako announces her way to the kitchen, and Mimiko follows right after with “I'm starving” “Is food ready yet?”

Suguru opens the door with the spare key you gifted him and the little girls run after him to hug and greet him.

“They weren’t that happy when I arrived” Gojo says with a pout

“Probably because your presence annoys everyone” he huffs and you walk to hug Suguru, he holds you by the waist and his cologne makes you forget all the bad things around, which means Satoru.

“Dinner is ready and I hope Satoru has good news for us” when your gaze meets his, he looks… hurt.

“Ah, yes! the higher ups agreed on you being at school, with minor conditions, but you can return” you hug Suguru once more while looks at his friend with a smile

After that Suguru takes the little ones to the school where now his mission has to be with a partner and your house feels empty now that it’s just you again.

You’re on a mission with one of Satoru’s students while he told you was busy with something else, the kid is quiet and you find him within the same range of cockiness as Satoru as he tells you that he can go on his own and work it out. You wait at the other side of the veil while going through your social media. Is Satoru uploading pictures from Iwate with Suguru and the girls, was that the thing he was busy with? Oh you’re going to kill him.

The phone begins to sound as you wait for his response, after the fourth ring he greets you.

“You lied to me, you looked me dead in the eye and lied to me” he burst into laugh while you snort

“Listen to me, Gojo Satoru, one thing is to call me weak, to make me feel unworthy of anything and to annoy the shit out of me, but to lie to me?!” you shout and he’s still laughing

“I’m going to help Megumi finish this mission and I’m not covering for you tomorrow”

“Oh c’mon [name]yyy don’t be a party pooper” you snort and you don’t know where it’s coming from but you talk out of anger

“Fuck you Satoru, and you better return or I dismiss your class for the day but I ain’t helping you no more” and you hang u before he could answer to you.

Not long after Megumi is out the veil and looks at your angry frown, he follows you the way back to campus without saying a word.

Once in campus you shout inside the classroom “I fucking hate you Satoru Gojo” his students hear but decide that is better if they don’t tell a soul about that, especially you since you seem so upset.

Satoru, Suguru and the girls return not soon after, you’re nowhere to be found around the campus and Satoru actually feels like he owes you at least an apology.

Before arriving with Shoko to ask for you he listens to your squeaky voice; “Shoko, I hate him, there’s nothing more I can ever feel for him than hatred” you spit as Shoko looks at you inexpressive

“I know he lied but…” you interrupt her mid sentence

“No, Shoko, to him I am merely a person who deserves anything, he doesn’t respect me and i’ve have had it with him” you snort

“You can’t do that you’re colleagues” she reasons

“Well then, watch me, I don't care about the world for Satoru Gojo anymore” he knows you’re serious, based on your tone and if he peeked he knew the face you’re making while spitting out those words.

The next few days went by smoothly for you, you visited Suguru and made sure to leave before Satoru went as well, Suguru tried to convince you to talk to him but you refused.

“He still doesn’t even happened to look for me, he doesn’t care, his ego and blindfold wouldn’t let him see past himself”

One night you had to stay on campus because there was a big storm coming and you couldn’t drive or walk home.

The rain was heavy while you and Shoko smoked a cigarette at the terrace of the building

“Have you seen Satoru lately?” you deny while the vapor escapes your mouth “He seems… down”

“Bad for him” you snort and she denies as she finishes her cigarette.

She leaves while you stay to stare at the pouring rain, the sound of the door opening and a few steps announce someone is out there as well.

“Shoko, if you want another cigarette i already finished the whole package” and you hear a soft chuckle, but that isn’t Shoko.

“Since when are you a smoker” Gojo asks and you look away

“Not that you care” he sighs and sits next to you “I didn’t invite you”

“This space is for anyone” you roll your eyes in annoyance and stand up to leave but he holds you by the wrist “C’mon [name] stay” you sigh and sit again.

“Be in silence” he cross his finger through his heart and after a minute of silence he releases a big sigh out of his chest

“I know what you’re problem is” he says and you gaze him

“Yea’? I know what you’re problem is” he chuckles and then you continue “You’re a self-absorbed, self centered, selfish and a spoiled little brat” he continues to chuckle and then he talks

“I think that you’re problem is that you need to get laid” you open your eyes, flabbergasted

“I’m not discussing my love life with you, let alone my intimacy” a soft chuckle escapes him and you snort

“Like if there’s a love life to begin with”you huff

“And why do you care?” you stand up, next to him

“Because you being all gloomy and depressed it has to be because you haven’t got riled in a long time, you can tell”

“I am not gloomy and depressed”he smiles, standing up and the height difference makes you tilt your head even higher, he’s closer to you, his hot breath hitting your face as he slowly gets closer and closer making you take a step back.

“You didn’t deny that you need to get railed” you snort and before you try to take a step back you tumble with a chair and almost fall. If it weren’t for a firm hand holding you from your waist to keep you in balance.

“Pff, let go of me, you don’t know what I need, stop acting like you cared” he sighs and pulls the heat of his hand away from your body

“I don’t care, I jus’ want to be in good terms so Suguru would shut up about the girls wanting to go out all together” you looked at him, puzzled

“Sugu didn’t said that to me” he tries to avoid your gaze as he finds words to explain

“Yea’ ‘cause he knows that it's my fault that you don’t wanna talk to me” you chuckle

“Is this your weird way of giving an apology? you suck at’em” he nods and try to get close to you again

“Then let me ask for forgiveness in a way I know” you’re confused as his hands make their way to your waist, and your hands hold his chest so he can’t be close to you

“Have you lost your mind Satoru? What’s with the sudden…?” he puts his lips in yours and your mind becomes a foggy mess once he begins to kiss you, his hands pull you closer as you give into his soft lips. The kiss started to deepened when Satoru opened his mouth to let his tongue licks inside your mouth a soft moan escaped your lips and he pulled your body to lift you and your legs found the way to lock with his body, he took you to his dorm, neat and clean almost as if he wasn’t there at all. His body hovers over yours and by now your mind begins to wonder what is it that made you be beneath him and why were you?

Soon your thoughts flew away as Satoru’s lips kissed you in the neck, then cup your breasts on his hand as he toys with you perky nipple, he then frees you of your shirt and his eyes glow with the light of the moon when you unbutton your bra and toss it to the floor, his mouth soon found the way to your breasts, and as he licks and suck at your nipples soft moans escape your mouth

“C’mon Satoru stop playin’ jus’ fuck me please” you plead and he releases your nipple, smiles cocky and makes his way to your pajama, he then puts the cloth away and focuses on those laced panties you’re wearing.

“You put these on for me? Huh? for me to enjoy the sight” you scoff

“The world doesn’t move around you” he moves the panties aside and with his digits found your clit, he begins to rub it, making you moan, pant and gasp with each stroke.

“Look at you, all worked up by my fingers baby” the bulge within his pants started to hurt, he wanted, no, he needed to be inside you. His mouth soon began to lick and suck your bullied cunt, swallowed and dripping wet, his digits made their way inside your pussy again and he groaned at the way you almost screamed at the sensation.

“ ‘m so close Toru, ‘m gonna cum” oh those saccharine moans and the way you called him have his soaring dick yearning to be inside of you

“No, no coming yet baby, I still haven’t fucked you dumb yet” he steps away leaving your dripping cunt unattended, soon after disposing the fabric and the cold send shivers to both of your body he begins to rub his dripping tip to your pussy, soon after he introduces himself inside of you and he pants and gasp at the sensation of your cunt, how good it squeeze him and how tight you are.

“ So tight, your pussy is so tight just for me, huh?” you nod, not finding your voice within you to give an answer. He begins to thrust in and out of you and each stroke makes you feel like you’re about to faint.

“ Feel so good my love, you take me in so good” he pants and you bury your nails to his back, calling his name like a prayer and he began to rub your clit and with each thrust you felt closer to the orgasm, he was ripping your pussy open making you feel as if in any moment your back will split into two, the sound of the skin crashing into each other and the sweat you could notice from Satoru’s forehead it was all becoming blurry, a few more strokes into your sweet spot and the rubs in your clit made you come squeezing his dick in between your walls. Soon after he groaned into your ears as you felt the cum inside of you, leaking and making you feel full. He stood up, went to his bathroom and brought back a towel for you. He helped you clean yourself as you try to gain conscience once again. He covered you with his blanket and sat next to you, covering your face.

“Why so embarrassed now?” you scoff and his cocky grin greets you once you peek

“I shouldn’t have done this, not in the school, not with you”

“As if this is your first time” you gasp and he chuckles

“Yea’ I know about that time with Geto” you covered your face again

“But i was a teenager” you say through the fabric

“No regrets at that time, why now?” you sit down and look at him

“I didn’t hated Geto” he grins

“Oh, you hate me?” you nod and he leans to kiss you “I also hate you, i hate you so much, how about i fuck you until we forget about that” you scoff, that brat was going to be the death of you.

©️bangytell please do not copy or steal my work, any translation can’t be done this is the only way to read it.

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Eustass Kid, G-51 ~ Cock Cage

Summary: Modern monster AU; Kid as a Barghest - a mythical, monstrous black dog with large teeth and claws in Scottish lore. Your bratty boyfriend lost a bet and is dragging his feet to deliver. You make him choose. Kid never responded to authority well.

Warnings: I'm not even sorry for how long this took me, I don't think I'll ever write anything that can top this. WHEW. SPICY AF. Eustass Kid as a Barghest and female reader, long term established relationship. Domming Kid. and it kinda works, cock cage, degradation/humiliation, bdsm dynamics, orgasm denial, oral (Eustass receiving), masturbation (Reader on self), edging, vaginal penetration, and creampie. Word Count: 2.7K

Rolling out from under the covers with an annoyed grunt at having breached his warm cocoon with cool air, Kid shook his ruffled bed head and stumbled out of bed with a curse. On his way out of the bathroom he stubbed his toe, barely biting back a howl.He rapped his knuckles against the doorframe and stomped to the kitchen where Killer handed him a cup of coffee. Exchanging the mug, Killer’s calloused fingers grazed Kid’s palm and let out a static shock.

“FUUUUCCCKKK!” Kid couldn’t help the instinctive spasm of his hand when it happened, sloshing the steaming black liquid over the lip edge, and spilled on his hand and the light colored carpet.

“I FUCKING HATE LIVING IN THIS APARTMENT!” he bellowed.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Killer didn’t look phased. “Don’t blame the apartment, it’s Friday the 13th.”

“HAAH?” Kid looked at the blonde incredulously. “Don’t tell me you believe in that shit?”

Killer pulled back his hair to reveal he was wearing a weathered, denim vest that had Kid’s pack symbol on the back. Pinned on the collar was a small sprig of white heather.

“For good luck. Want my extras? Giving them out to the rest of the crew.”

“No.”

Thunder boomed outside and they could hear the wind blowing so forcefully that the tree next to their second story apartment was getting accosted by branches. With a roll of his eyes, Kid got ready to meet his girlfriend as it stormed. When it lightened up enough, he prepared to leave, opening his umbrella before he walked out the door.

“KID DON’T—” Killer screeched.

Too late. A sharp gust of wind and rain blew through the open hallway-like corridor that led to the stair case, knocking the umbrella clean out of Kid’s hand, tumbling quickly away.

“FUCKS SAKE!”

His day only got worse. No street parking near his girlfriend’s rental forced him to walk two blocks from the parking garage. The sidewalk was full of cracks he tripped over, he walked under a tall ladder with no regard and knocked over painting materials – which he did not stop for – and he kicked a rock that broke someone’s mirror, that he was hounded into paying for repairs.

While the rain had stopped on the drive over, the day still looked dreary. He powered through the walk, trying to reignite his excitement for the alleged surprise that was waiting for him. Reaching her doorway, he took out his copy of the house key and let himself in. Before he could step through the threshold, he was nearly thrown off balance by a startled black cat that dashed from underfoot.

He pinched the bridge of his nose to maintain his composure, not wanting his girlfriend to see him in a shitty mood as soon as he walked in.

“Be right down, stud muffin!” he heard her melodic voice call down from the second story of her cozy place.

“Take your time babe,” he responded. “When did you get a cat?”

“I don’t have a cat!”

“Huh…”

Dismissing the incident, Kid pulled out the candy dish from the fire mantel place and pulled out a joint, waiting for Y/N. He nearly coughed out an inhale when she came down, looking gorgeous in a pair of olive-colored ripped skinny jeans with a casual, pastel purple off-the-shoulder corset top; fishnet stockings were not-so-subtly hidden from the ripped sections. A pair of comfortable kitten heels he had bought her in the past hung off her fingers, a wrapped box sitting in her free hand.

“That fer’me sweetheart?” he stubbed out the joint and tucked it behind his ear. The herbs were mixed with freshly rolled lavender, leaving a pleasant smell in the air.

“Mhm. Since I won the last bet, I get to pick the kink this time,” she gave him a mischievous wink.

“Hope it’s somethin’ good.”

“It’s…something. Probably bittersweet.”

Kid unwrapped the present with an eager smile that fell flat when he opened the lid. Lifting the object out, he inspected the steel cage with trepidation.

“Is this what you asked me to measure my dick for?!”

“Yep!”

“Noooooooooooo please tell me its April fools.”

“It’s Friday the 13th, in October. I won the bet in July. We’ve got a big afternoon ahead of us, go slip it on.”

“UGH why!?”

“It’s part of my fantasy. I don’t bitch when we do what you want to do.”

“I’m having a really bad day already,” he whined.

“You can put it on now in your human form. Or if you keep pouting, I’ll have you wear it in your other form.”

Kid froze. He officially pushed her buttons. Granted, she always allowed him a shit-ton of leeway when he acted out, trying to change her mind to something he wanted to do, but after two and a half years of dating and finally sharing his true heritage with her, she started using his secret as a means to reign him in after too much taking and not enough giving in their relationship.

She called it, play bitch games – win bitch prizes. Making him do whatever it is she wanted to do, but instead of bringing her boyfriend along, she brought her best doggo. Him. She swore that she came up with the idea herself but Kid still believed that Killer, Heat, and/or Wire planted the seed to fuck with him.

Well, his middle name is Petulant.

“Bad boy,” her tone low and stern at his bitchy responses.

He shifted into his true form, a Barghest, with the body of a giant, menacing canine with deadly claws and sharp teeth. A true guard dog. With his ears laid back, Kid let out a huff through his jowls. His coat a gorgeous brindle pattern of black, gold, and red, with a thick mohawk like strip of deep red fur running from between his ears down his spine. His tail fluffy and coarse, hurt like a motherfucker if he whipped you with it. Kid’s eyes maintained their natural amber glow with flecks of orange in the irises.

“How do you plan on explaining a chastity cage on your dog?” Kid growled.

“Who’s gonna notice?” she pulled out a pirate costume from the closet.

His hackles rose, “You planned this didn’t you?” a pissed off bark escaped his jaws.

“Nope. I just know you very well. I kept the receipt to return it if you had shown a crumb of compromise. I picked this horror maze bar crawl because I thought you would think it was cool and have fun. Why do you make this harder than it needs to be?”

Kid hung his head, letting out a short whine that was so high pitched Y/N almost didn’t register it. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to feel the cold metal on my dick.”

“Sorry Tulip, this was custom ordered cause I didn’t think you’d like the other styles.”

“If I wear the cage in my human form do I still need to wear a costume?”

“Ahh yeah, people who dress up can get a round of free shots.”

“Just one round?” he complained. “Ugh what’s my fuckin costume? Wait, what’s your costume?”

“One round per establishment. Limit is 6 though and you get stamped for counting purposes – ANYWAYS – with you as a dog pirate, I’m going as millennial mermaid Princess Ariel,” she twirled on her feet, sparkly purple nail polish on her toes and fingernails. “If you’re in human form, we’ll go as millennial Hercules and Megara!”

“…I’d rather be a monster than a fucking hero.”

Y/N blushed, “That shouldn’t sound as hot as it does when you look like this. Let’s put this on and head to the place.”

As they toured the drink stands and food booths, Kid’s tail twitched every time he felt the lock on his cage swing and glide against the metal. He wasn’t pleased with how sensitive his body already felt with the stupid thing on. It felt snug, especially with the black and yellow patterned shorts Y/N had buttoned him in. Feeling annoyed as hell at the Velcro strapped, fluffy maroon pirate coat that was draped over his back, but short enough to not drag on the ground behind him and didn’t cover all of his mohawk mane. There was an additional Velcro strap that hung off to the side of his flank, two lightweight plushies mimicking a gun and sword to his pirate costume.

A thick, black leather collar with spiky studs was belted around his neck. Two light blue steel tags with yellow rubber trims hung from the collar: his rabies vaccination and his girlfriend’s number to call if he was ever lost; Killer’s number was on the opposite side. A gift from her on their two year anniversary. He swore up and down he hated it, but more often than not, he enjoyed wearing it during sex. Or strapping it over Y/N’s neck.

The memories made him tingle, letting out a low grumble as he felt the first of many waves of arousal as the night wore on. He understood why Y/N chose the outfit she did – casual enough to get away without looking overzealous of the festive month, and flirty enough to do the things she was intentionally doing to fluster him during the date.

It was when Y/N said, “If only you were in your human form, you could be groping me under the table or in between the alleyways and dead end zones,” that Kid’s patience broke and he pulled on his leash.

“Time to go,” he snapped, grabbing the chain leash with his jaw and yanked Y/N behind him. She stumbled in her step as she threw her change in the tip jar, downed her final shot, and grabbed her remaining cup.

“NO PULLING TULIP!”

Kid’s rabid barking could be heard throughout the maze arena.

Y/N’s shoulder was sore by the time they made it back to her home. Unlocking her door, Kid towered over her standing on his hind legs, pushing her through the door. He pinned her to the ground as he kicked the door close, drool falling from his jowl as his eyes looked red and incensed.

“TAKE. IT. OFF.”

With trembling fingers, Y/N unbuttoned the shorts. As they fell away, her eyes zeroed in on the strain behind the cage. Even in dog form, he was intimidating to look at – everywhere. The cage was doing its job perfectly, an angry looking member restrained in its confines.

“No. You didn’t have to drag me home. My shoulder hurts.”

“Y/N,” he warned.

“You’re not in charge tonight Kid. I am. That was the bet. What happened to Eustass Kid keeps his word?”

His body still pinned her down, but he leaned back a little bit to give him space to transform. As his body changed, his costume ripped apart at the seams, falling to either side of him. His bulging muscles were littered with scraps of thread and strips of fabric as his body heaved from how angry he was. Completely naked over her, his hands roughly palmed her body before settling over her shoulder.

Then, with a delicate touch, he began kneading the muscle around the sore area. Using his fingers to help reduce stiffness, gently moving her arm in stretching motions to loosen her muscles up from all the restraining she had attempted to enforce on him. It had been kinda cute, in the moment, only he couldn’t see it through the red he saw. Didn’t really comprehend the pain he was inflicting in his hurry to drag her home.

Her home: where he kept a bag of toiletries, books, an extra tool set, and had recently purchased a small dresser to hold more of his clothes in her room for his extended sleepovers. The latest record being 15 consecutive days. Her home plus him. Maybe their home…one day…

Nah.

He’d build them a palace from the ground up before he’d let them settle in this tiny shed.

Finishing the impromptu massage, Kid pressed his matte painted lips against her neck, slowly kissing up and down her flesh. Lingering every time goosebumps broke out on her skin. Her hands clutched his face and brought him down to her face, kissing him with fiery passion. They made out until they were panting, lipstick smeared across faces, Y/N’s neck littered with small, shallow hickies.

“I’m ready to play a game,” Y/N gasped.

“Which one, doll?”

“The coin toss.”

He grinned, “Sounds fair to me.”

The rules were simple: the reward for calling heads was 5 minutes of head, if tails came up the punishment was the belt had to stay on as Y/N masturbated and he could only watch; the reward for calling tails was one orgasm, and if heads came up, the punishment was edging for 15 minutes, with the cage on.

He won head twice in a row before his time was called, shutting down his ejaculation that was 2 seconds shy of shooting down her throat. The torture of watching Y/N swirl her clit with a vibrator her made her had his balls aching dully.

Then the edging came. Kid laid on his back with a pinched face as he tried with all his might to will his orgasm to come out even with the restraint. Y/N’s slick pussy drooled over the cage, soaking his sensitive skin, making him throb painfully. She slid back and forth on the cage as the edge of the lock pressed against her clit making her cry out as she came again. Kid could feel the pulsing of her core even through the barrier of the steel and he almost wept.

He had the strength to rip it off if he really wanted to. But he was weak for his sweetheart and caved in to her desires. Would do so more often to avoid the calculated torture she was putting him through. Next time just go to the stupid event, he berated himself mentally. The phone timer went off and Kid let out a shaky sigh of relief, tears rolling from the outer edge of his eyes, his eyeliner smudged and leaking with the tears.

“You’re turn to flip, big guy.”

Kid flipped the coin and Y/N caught it.

“I’ll get the key,” she smirked and got up, but not before sliding her pussy over Kid’s face leaving a mess of slick around his mouth and nose, which he eagerly lapped up.

He laid in his position until she came back, gently unlocking the cage. As soon as the two sides left his heated skin and his cock was free to fully swell until it was as hard as the steel that confined him, he flipped Y/N to be under him.

“Let me in,” he husked, prodding his tip between her folds. Bottoming out in one thrust the second she gasped approval.

He jackhammered inside her, eager and feral to release deep inside. She let out incoherent yelps as his hips smacked against the back of her thighs as he hoisted her up by her ass. Curling over her, pushing her legs back into a mating press, balls heavily slapping her ass as they tightened.

Y/N wailed as the position stoked her final orgasm. Clamping down on his cock, Kid’s thrusts became sloppy as he panted and moaned, fucking her through hers before he allowed himself to cum. The final tremors and twitches subsided and he let out a snarl, digging his nails into her arms as he stroked himself with her gummy walls, cumming deep and hard. A creamy ring formed on his cock as he slowed his pumping, finally spent. Instead of pulling out, he clutched his girlfriend to his chest and rolled them over, keeping his cock warm as he rubbed her arms to soothe the crescent shaped dents he made in her skin.

“Hmmm…” he grumbled tiredly as he tucked Y/N over his chest, kissing the top of her head. “Y’know…oddly enough, my bad luck suddenly went away today.”

“Oh yeah? When?”

His painted nails stroked her hair as he thought about how much fun she had, even with him in his monstrous form. “When I was hanging out with you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Awww,” she cooed, shifting to move up his torso, giving his shoulder a light bite, “I love you too Kid.”

14 tiles to go, 35 calls made so far.

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