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[demigoddessqueens]

Hiya! I wanted to request a fic!

So I would love a thing where Karlach and the rest of the party want to set Tav up with someone only to find out that she's been in a semi-secret relationship with Astarion since like twenty minutes after they met lol And much to his genuine delight, the only one who actually knew about it is Rolan of all people?

I love my boy Astarion so much

Oh this funny 😄 cause imagine everyone else’s reaction to it

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Karlach had a plan for you, which was rare in of itself because she knew she had a taste for the impulsive.

You were a dear friend, the best companion to the camp in her opinion, so of course it seemed fair you have a chance at each of them. Or rather whoever in the camp was infatuated had the privilege of being close to you.

Having secret conversations with the rest of the group proved beneficial as well, what they admired in you and what happiness could be brought your way.

Cue your surprise when you saw a crowd outside of your tent one morning when it was the morning.

“Hello all…,something the matter?”

You noted the usual chipper “soldier!” greeting missing from Karlach when she arrived.

“Well, it’s more of an assembly for your choice. Rather who you would choose, if that’s to your liking.”

You had a dumbstruck expression as you tried to find the right words to explain your more current predicament.

“What do you mean solider?”

“Well, it’s just that….I’ve been with Astarion for a while….well actually since the day I met him.”

A chorus of loud “WHAT’s” filled the campsite as you tried to explain to a flustered party your current entanglement.

Rolan saw the exasperated look on the muscular tiefling’s face as you all had returned back to the Tower.

Oh. Oh.

“You knew?!”

A deep sigh emitted from him, massaging his temples in annoyance, before the tiefling responded to the boisterous one.

“Hello, Karlach, nice to see all is going well…”

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JAKE IN HIS RUT OMGOMG

AAAAA YESSS OMGGGGG 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Jake wasn't really sure what had been happening at first. His cock was just hard all the time. And then, whenever he saw you, fuck, he couldn't help but imagine just fucking you. Putting you on all fours, having your legs spread for him as he fucked your pussy. Or he'd imagine you on your back, eyes shut, mouth agape as he fucked you, he could almost feel your warm pussy around his cock. Or he'd imagine you on top, your pretty tits bouncing in his face as you took his cock all the way into your womb.

One day, he finds you all alone in the forest, just wandering around, admiring the little creatures, the plants, and fucking hell, he cannot stay away from you.

He approaches you and you turn to him even before he reaches you. “Jake,” you greet, pupils growing wide. “How you holding up?”

“What d'you mean?” Jake replies, your mere scent driving him insane. He moves to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your shoulder.

“With your rut,” you clarify. “How's it going?”

Jake freezes, confused, before he chuckles in realization. So that's what's wrong with him. Fuck, he would've never guessed.

“I guess it's been a little tough on me lately,” he admits, kissing the nape of your neck, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin. “What with always thinking 'f fucking you 'nd all.”

You raise your eyebrows, try turning to face him, but he holds you in place as one of his hands sneaks down to your pussy.

“Jake,” you say softly, not objecting, more like begging.

He chuckles, his fingers tracing your slit, parting your folds so his thumb can caress your clit.

Your body arches for him, legs spreading open, and Jake's thumb is mean as it rubs your clit, quick, sharp circles on the bud, making you whine softly.

“I want y'to fuck me,” you mewl. “Daddy, please.”

“I'm gonna fuck you like the little slut you are, hm?” he says, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. “My cock's gonna be s'deep inside you, your silly little mind won't be able t'think of anything but me.”

“Please,” you gasp, nodding, heart racing as the pleasure slithers through you, like venom that inhibits your thoughts, that makes you weak and pliable for him. “Please.”

Jake plays with your clit until you're wet enough for him to stick three fingers inside of you. You moan at the stretch his thick digits offer, legs shaking.

“Mm, I think you're wet 'nough,” he tells you as he pulls his fingers out of you. He undoes your loincloth, his hand wet with your slick, smearing your arousal over your hips.

He forces you to your knees so your back is pressed against his thighs. You can feel his cock, long and hard, rest against the back of your head. Then, he pushes down on all fours and he kneels behind you.

You automatically arch your back, lowering your chest to the ground and presenting your cunt like the good girl you are.

But Jake doesn't see it like that. “You're such a whore,” he accuses, chuckling, as he rubs his cock on your pussy, his loincloth growing wet with your dripping arousal. “Look at you, offering me your cunt like a slut in heat, hm?”

“Mm! Please,” you whine. “Need you inside me, Daddy! Need you s'bad!”

Jake can't hold back anymore. His instincts are getting the best of him, the need to use your pussy too intense.

He discards his loincloth, tossing it aside, and he just pounds into you, his thick cock stretching your sensitive gummy walls, the bulbous head crashing into your cervix, making you mewl and gasp.

Jake shudders, the relief of being inside you slightly lessening his ache. But it's not close to being enough. He ruts into you, his hips bruising yours, his hands on your hips, holding you in place as he abuses your poor pussy.

You whimper, cheek pressed to the soft grass, hardened nipples rubbing on the floor. “Daddy,” you squeal. “Fuck! Y're so big!”

Jake's cock twitches inside of you. “I fuckin' know that,” he growls. “Tell me somethin' I don't know, hm?”

“'m yours!” you gasp, his cock so deep inside you, you swear he's in your womb. “'m your whore! Only yours!”

Jake spanks your ass, making you whimper. “Y'better be only mine,” he says, voice rough and thick. “Better not let any 'ther guys fuck you. Not like they can do you as good 's me.”

You try to nod in agreement, but you're seeing stars. Jake is fucking cruel with you, the sound of his hips slamming against yours echoing in the forest. And you're almost as loud, every little cry reverberating around the foliage. It wouldn't surprise you if every Na'vi on the planet could hear him fucking you.

“'m gonna fill you with my cum,” Jake informs you, his ears flat against his head, his canines showing as he hisses softly, the pleasure burning through his body. “Gonna have you walkin' 'round with my load in you all day, and at night, if you've been good and kept it inside your dirty, needy cunt, maybe I'll fuck y'again,.”

You mewl, trying to press your ass against him, trying to match his pace. “I'll keep it inside me,” you promise. “I'll keep it inside me all day, Daddy, I swear!”

Jake smirks. “And if you don't, I'll punish you, slut.”

You shake your head, a feeble, weak movement. “I'll be good, Daddy! I'll be good!”

Jake doesn't reply. He's too busy fucking you, focusing on the way you clench around him, on his balls that slap against your sensitive clit with every thrust, of your slick that decorates his hips and most of his thighs.

“You're fuckin' disgusting,” he grunts. “Look 't you, letting me use your body, use your cunt.” He chuckles and groans when you grow tighter around him. “You're s'full of cock, you can't even think straight, huh?”

“Can't think,” you echo, body shaking, nails digging into the soft soil below. “Can't think.”

“Yeah, y're my pathetic little whore,” he says. “My fuckin' cumslut, my cocksleeve.”

“'m yours! 'm yours!” you gasp. “Use me!”

Jake sneers. “What d'you think I'm doing, girl? Don't tell me you're already too fucked dumb to see that?”

Again, unable to formulate coherent thoughts, you repeat, “Fucked dumb, fucked dumb!”

Jake loves how cock drunk you get, how easy it is for him to wipe your brain clean and make you dazed from him. You're such a slut for him, just his to use, fuck, pound, lick, bite—fuck, he loves it.

He slaps your ass again and you cry out, the pain only adding to the pleasure. Your orgasm is so close, threatening to burst through you, making you see stars, the edges of your vision growing black.

“Daddy!” you whine. “Daddy, please, let me come! I need it s'bad!”

“Yeah, I know you need it,” he tells you, his cock feeling you clench, making him groan. “But d'you deserve it?”

“Yes!” you reply, desperate. “Daddy, I deserve it! Oh, please, let me come!”

“Hmm, that's not very convincing,” he mocks. “How 'bout you beg nice and pretty and I'll consider it?”

“Please, Daddy! Please! I'm good for you! I'm your slut, your cocksleeve! I'll do 'nything you want! Please, just let me come 'n your cock! I just need t'come on your cock! Please, Daddy!” When Jake doesn't give you the green light to come, you start crying, the frustration and the pleasure spilling tears from your eyes. “Daddy! Daddy, please!” you blubber, your voice a pathetic, desperate sound. “I-I'm good! Y'know I'm good! Y'know I'm yours! Please! Let me come and then fill me up! I wanna have your cum in me all day! Daddy, please!”

“Fine,” Jake replies, as if he were doing you a huge favor. In truth, he loves when you come on his cock, when your slick drips all around him, when you leave your scent on him for days to come. “Come on my cock, then. Come all over me and tell me I'm the best, hm?”

“You are the best!” you whine, body trembling as the pleasure grows into too much, as it rips you in half, as your already-scattered thoughts dissipate away, replaced by the feeling of fullness of Jake's cock. “Y're the best, y'always will be! Fuck, Daddy!”

And then your orgasm is plunging through you, making your blubbered words grow slurred, the only intelligible word being your desperate cries of, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

Jake feels you gush around him, your slick dripping out of you, wetting the grass below, coating his balls, his thighs, his hips. “Goddamn,” he grunts, not stopping his savage thrusts. And then you come again, and you squirt, soaking him, and it's the last straw for Jake.

“Fuck!” he cries, thrusts growing choppy as his own orgasm finally ravages him. He throws his head back, his body trembling, as he comes in you, his load coating your insides, dripping out with his thrusts as he starts slowing down. “Oh, fuck, I love this cunt,” he groans, relishing in the sensation of your hot slick that spills from you.

Jake pulls out of you and uses his fingers to push your folds apart, studying your raw pussy, admiring the way his come just trickles out of you. He slaps your cunt, making you jerk, and says, “We'll see if this is still here tonight, yeah? See if you're enough of a good girl to have my cock again.”

And, fuck, you're willing to keep it all inside if it means he'll fuck you again.

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[jackie5656]

Say It Like You Mean It With; Anthony Lockwood

A/N: Hello again! We’ve begun a new obsession, I am absolutely hooked on this show. And if there’s no renewal announcement in the next month, or at all, I’m fighting. @sunshineangel-reads​ provided some suggestions in the inbox, so I figured I’d tag <3. All right, hope you enjoy!

Summary: The one where you meet the newest addition to the agency, and insomnia strikes again

IMPORTANT: All characters are aged up. I wouldn’t be comfortable doing so if they were played by minors, but that’s not the case here. Just wanted to make that clear before we begin. 

“She can’t just go taking two at once like that.” 

“the rule is each member of the agency can only take one biscuit at a time in a strict rotation. Keeps things fair.”

“E-each member of the agency?” 

“Assuming you are still interested in the position?” The front door opens just as Lockwood’s finished. Three heads snapping toward the mud room as you shuffle in, arms weighed down from grocery bags.

“Of course she’s still interested!” To Lucy’s relief, it’s a female voice that sounds before you appear in font of them. Tufts of hair spilling over your face at the exertion of errands. The two boys are immediately at your side, ridding you of all baggage and heaving it toward what she assumes is the kitchen.

“Lucy,” Lockward calls out behind him as he descends the staircase along George. “Meet y/n y/l/n, another associate.” You scoff, extending a hand with a kind smile. Undoubtedly the most welcoming so far. “She’s most sensitive to sound, much like you. Not bad with a rapier, either.” 

“I hope they haven’t irritated you too much so far.” You beckon her to follow the boy’s path with you. “Please tell me you didn’t use the bloody toothbrush cup.” 

“Of course not.” Lockwood taps his nose with his finger when your back is to him, a silent beckon for your potential hiree not to snitch.

 The kitchen’s just down a flight of stairs, where you get unloading items into their designated spaces as George works on cooking. 

“We call this the thinking cloth,” Lockwood taps onto the wooden table after tossing you a box of pasta to put away. “We jot down memos, theories, trains of thought-”

“Cheesy love confessions.”

“Shut up, George.” The redhead misses the inside joke, brows furrowing with confusion as Anthony continues on. “I located the bones of the Fenchurch Street Ghoul by sketching out the street plans here at three in the morning over cheese on toast.”

“When a case goes badly an we’re not talking to one another, it’s good for exchanging insults too.”

“Ah, and how often does that happen?”

“Almost never.” You butt in, giving her your most genuine expression despite the white lie. You’re so eager to finally have another girl around, it’s only fair you promote the job as much as possible. 

“Now, basement. Follow me.” Lucy does as asked, sending a quick look of concern your way before she disappears down the stairway. 

“She’ll never last.”

“Oh c’mon George, I was more than welcoming when you came along.” 

“That’s because my natural talent was evident.” 

“Is that why you screamed like a little girl during the test?” 

“I wasn’t expecting the gunshots from the knife, alright?”

**********

“This was my bedroom when I was little, and y/n’s for a while. You can use it, if you’d like. Unless you have other sleeping arrangements?” 

“Yes...No-I mean-”

“Of course, we’d deduct the rent from your wages. Nothing too steep. Just enough to cover the bills. I’m a very reliable landlord.” 

“Jesus, Anthony. Give her a second.” You tear open the blinds, smirking when Lucy takes a moment to admire the view at such height. Something tells you the pair of you will get on just fine. She hesitates, then. Looking Iver to you with confusion. 

“Do you sleep elsewhere?” There’s a sudden silence between the three of you. Lockwood clearing his throat as he pulls at a the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck. He studies the newest employee with a twinge of anxiety, presumably understanding how things might seem...Unprofessional. Granted, it’s a business run by an 18 year old, but an official one nonetheless. 

“We share the bedroom downstairs.” Is all you manage, blush adorning your features as her jaw slacks in understanding. 

“I’d like to make it clear,” Anthony looks over your frame, smiling fondly. Then back to Lucy. Who seems to hold no judgement despite her obvious contemplation. “Y/n and I attended academy together, she was with me when this all began.” 

“In other words,” you finish for him. “We were sleeping together before he became my employer.” The closed-off girl huffs a laugh for the first time since you’ve met her, though your boyfriend twinges pink with an abashed smile. Diffidence is awfully rare on him, though it's quite adorable. It’s then Lucy decides she’s fond of you already. 

“Please excuse my girlfriend’s lack of filter. I suppose George’s rubbed off on her.” He's only teasing, Lucy knows that when you shove at his shoulder. The pair of you are not overly affectionate, you don’t seem like the types anyway. Of course, she’s only caught a glimpse of your relationship, there’s an undeniable glint in her potential boss’ eyes as he looks at you. 

“Like Anthony said-” 

“Lockwood, please.” Though he interrupts you, he’s only looking at Lucy. She comes to understand you may be the only one unwilling to refer to him as such. It almost twitches a smile to her lips. 

“This used to be my room, before Anthony begged for my hand.” 

“Was that before or after you professed your undying love for me?” Said boy backs up toward the stairs, noticing the inklings of a friendship beginning to form between the two girls front him. 

“Before then, but definitely after you pleaded to kiss me when you drank the better half of MY whiskey. Which was a gift, by the way. An expensive one.” 

“From that muppet at academy?” He scoffs, wiping an invisible stream of dust off the banister. “Horrid flirt.” A grimace sets upon his face. Josh Collins was a right prick, you had to admit. Though it was an obliged graduation gift. 

“Don’t speak so poorly of yourself, sweetheart.” Lucy can’t help but really smile this time, features immediately dulling once she realizes she’s been caught. You pretend not to notice.

Lockwood sends a half-assed glare your way, holding his tongue in lieu of the new company. “This has got it’s own bathroom. There’s a bigger one downstairs, but that’s mean sharing with George. And I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” A beat of silence after you nod in agreement, cringing at the flashbacks. “Right, well, we’ll leave you to unpack. Settle in. That’s assuming-”

“Those newspaper clippings on the wall...”

“Oh. You saw those. Not very modest, is it?” 

“But definitely on brand.” You mutter what you think is to yourself, smiling innocently when they look your way. 

“Should really take them down.” 

“No, it’s more...It’s just. Well you haven’t said anything about...I mean, who are you guys?” 

“Plenty of time for that. You should rest. Get some sleep.”

“That’s...If you’ll take the job?” You hope you don’t sound as desperate as you are, voice tilting with anticipation as you wring your hands together. 

There’s a couple, agonizing beats of silence that feel like hours. Finally, the girl nods, “yes.” 

You all but shout, fighting jumping up and down at the confirmation. Anthony shakes his head at you with a fond roll of his eyes, sending Lucy hopeful smile. “Well then, welcome to Lockwood and Co.” You squeeze her arm gently in congratulation, taking hold of your boyfriend’s chin to press a swift kiss to his cheeks. Unaware of his skin flushing with heat as you descend the stairs in an elated hurry.

“Georgie, she said yes!!”

****************

It’s dark when you wake, rolling over in search of warmth that isn’t there. Unsurprisingly, Anthony’s not beside you. You huff a sigh, cursing your boyfriends’ relentless insomnia before wrapping the quilt folded at the bottom of the bed around your form and stalking down the hall.

He’s in the library, of course. The bright fire pops into the silence of the night, illuminating the room in a tantalizing warmth. Lockwood runs a finger over his bottom lip as his eyes remain trained on the book in hand. Up until a weak floor board gives your presence away with a groaning creak.

His lips curl into a tired, yet no less pleased smile at the sight of you. Shifting the couch so you’ll fit perfectly into his side. “Why are you awake, dove? It’s late.” He pushes a stray strand of hair from your face, brows furrowing when you scoff at the irony.

“Could say the same for you. Can’t sleep again?” He hums, elaboration not necessary. Hurt tugs at your heart strings as your thumb trails over the dark skin just below his eyes. A hand wrapping around your wrist to kiss your doting ones away.

In the solitude of these hours, you’re both able to find comfort in your gentle affections. It’s much easier alone, sometimes. There’s an unspoken ease in the solitude of it all. In these moments, Lockwood can feed into the delusion it’s just you and him in this house, in the whole world.

“Close your eyes and get some rest.” He wraps an arm around your sternum. Your back to his chest as he continues reading. A pout adorns your features, eyes narrowing.

“But I’m not tired.”

“Yes. You most definitely are,” the corners of us eyes crinkle with his knowing smirk. “You just don’t want to make me feel bad for making you feel obligated to stay awake with me.”

You envy his ability to read you more often than not. Pulling the quilt further over the two of you so as to seem inconspicuous. Failing miserably when a yawn tears through you. Long lashes fluttering over your cheekbones as you blink slow, gazing up at him. Anthony feigns stoicism under your gaze, though you’re just about the only person to make his heart race with just a look. The one you’re giving him right now is particularly cruel. Pleading, soft, all things sweet and alluring. He figures you’ve perfected the craft of drawing him in, unknowingly or otherwise.

“I’m wide awake, actually.” Is all you manage. Voice rasped with sleep as your nails run over the exposed skin of his forearm. Sending chills down his spine. The arm resting over you pulls slightly back, just enough to enable his hand to hold the side of your face. Fingers smoothing over your warm skin to lull you further.

You’ve always been naturally much warmer than him. A personal furnace, he regards you. Seeing as he’s always too cold for his liking.

It makes sense. You’re all things sweet and painstakingly kind. There’s not a soul who’d be able to repay half the debts you deem mere favors. You’d give the shirt off your back to anyone who needed it, especially those you care for.

You’re everything Anthony Lockwood is not. And sometimes, most times, he hates himself for it. Hates he’s too selfish to let you go and award you opportunity to find someone much more worthy of your heart.

“Hey. Where’d you go?” He’s stopped his ministrations, seizing your attention from the cackling fire and back to him. He offers a small smile, one you read right through. Here he is again, pulling away and closing off in the moments you’re both most vulnerable. It’d hurt, at first. The beginnings of your relationship...Friendship, even. Had often been strained by Anthony’s reclusive  habits. You’ve shared just about every piece of yourselves to one another, yet he still manages to find more fear in love than fighting the dead.

Over time you’ve developed patience. Reveling in the small moments of softness he’s awarded you in all the chaos. They’re worth it. Knowing him, learning how to love him, has been worth it.

“I’m right here, love. I’m always here.” He presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. Pretending to get lost in the pages afront him once more.

“Come to bed.” You’re so quiet he almost misses it, folding the book against his chest to meet your gaze. Doing his best to ward off your obvious puppy eyes. (though he lacks lacks the best track record with this)

“Just one more chapter? Then I’ll take you to bed and pretend to sleep for the next few hours.” You frown at his teasing, swatting away his poke to your sides in search of a smile.

“You’re not funny, Lockwood. All i want is for you to rest. Really rest, for once.” Rapier-calloused fingers card through his hair, eliciting a gracious sigh.

“I’m only joking. I do rest much easier with you around,” a swift kiss to your lips. “Sleep better when you’re beside me,” two more against your cheeks for good measure.

“You’re awful.”

“Awful?”

“Awful!” A hand collides with his chest, chastising. “Being sweet so I’ll stop worrying. It won’t work. I’ll always worry about you.” And there it is again. The agonizing clutch at his heart at your compassion. Unable to resist the notion there are so many others much more worthy of your affections.

“I know.” It’s a whisperer, forehead pressing against yours. “You should probably start saving that for a bloke who deserves it.” There’s no self-pity to it. No trace of malice or fish for reassurance. So succinct and matter of fact you want to tackle him into an embrace in lieu of willing away every deprecating thought that intrudes his conscience.

“Anthony Lockwood.” You’re stern, then. Maneuvering upward so your head can rest on the arm of the love-worn couch and better face him. “If you’re mean to my boyfriend one more time, I’ll ensure my spirit is tied to you. Haunting you with love and affection for the rest of eternity.”

“I feel like that’s supposed to be a threat...” Cold fingers trace over your collar bone, peeking out from under his dress shirt you’ve stolen. “Though it’s almost endearing. I’d quite like to be stuck with you for the rest of time, I think.” A blush flushes your features, worsening when it elicits his cocky smirk at the observation.

“I hate you.” Hands concealing your abashed face with the muffled whine.

“Say it like you mean it, Darling.” He stretches under you, nudging at your forearms with the spine of his book. “Will you uncover yourself now? I’d like to see you again.” You oblige, hands falling atop your thighs and against his stomach. Anthony’s gasp startles you, features taught with confusion. “My God, it’s happened again!”

“What?”

“You’ve gotten prettier! Just now, I swear it!” A groan sounds as you press your face into his chest, shaking along with his rumbles of laughter. 

“Just read your book, Lockwood. I like you better when you’re quiet.”

“Just one more chapter. Then we’ll head to bed.” He straightens, getting ahold of himself as he obliges. Eyes meeting yours once you tap his elbow.

“Read to me?”

“I thought you liked me better quiet?”

“I like you best complacent.”

“Noted.” And with that, he begins.

You stretch over him as he begins, his shirt on you rising just enough to expose your mid drift. Greedy fingers take the opportunity to run themselves over your soft skin. Cool rings giving eliciting goosebumps. He does it mindlessly, which makes you heat even more

“Stop blushing, you’re distracting me.”

************

Lockwood squints as the curtains are torn open with a cruel screech. George stands a-front him, hands on his hips. You’d never managed to make it back to bed, both having fallen asleep in the sam positions as the hours before. This particularly apparent when Anthony raises his head from the back of the coach, wincing at the soreness in his neck. 

“You know, I may as well take the master bedroom if you’re never gonna use it.” 

“Quiet down, George. You’ll wake her.” The curly-haired boy rolls his eyes when his colleague cuffs his hands over your ears, shielding you from the noise. 

“Good. We have work to do.” 

****

“Our first official case as a team of four.” Your boyfriend beams brightly despite the morbid information in hand. Passing it along so the rest of you can be caught up. 

“Mrs. Hope...Looking to rid her house of a Problem following the demise of her late husband.” George adjusts his glasses as he sums the story to you and Lucy.

“Cheeky.” The girl deadpans, taking a sip of her steaming cup of tea groggily.

“Pay grade. That we desperately need.” You shrug, doing your best to make light of each job despite their implications. 

“George, you should get a head start on the research while we pack the bags. Lucy we have to learn plans A-F, as well.” The three of you nod along, Lockwood tilting his chin upward to allow you better room to adjust his tie, Pulling away so he can offer the portion of buttered toast and chopped fruit he’s plated for you. You only take a strawberry, a polite shake of your head when he pushes it forward once more. 

“Later.” You note, running your fingers under his collar to smooth it out. 

“You should eat.” He’s stern, pulling away his steaming mug you reach for with furrowed brows. “Can’t have tea on an empty stomach, you get all shaky.” Your jaw slacks in half-serious offense at the notion, the pair of you turning your heads toward your colleagues sat at the table, 

“You’ll have to get used to their old-married-folk tendencies. It’s quite insufferable at first, but becomes increasingly tolerable over time.”

“Oh shut it.” It's in unison, only aiding in your flushed demeanors as their grins grow. 

“Told you.” The bastards’ irritatingly smug as he motions toward you. “I’ll be off to the archives, I’ve reached my morning’s capacity of affections.” Anthony’s arms cross with a scoff, eyes trailing over to you and face igniting in a mischievous smirk. Your brows furrow, about to question his sudden change in attitude before he’s on you. Making a show of grabbing the sides of your face and littering kisses all over your face. Pushing so you have to step backward toward a horrified George, hands over his ears as he attempts to escape the treachery. 

Lucy can’t help but laugh. Overcome with the realization of all the agencies in London, she’s likely ended up with the best one. 

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behind closed doors. •smut/ commission.

fuck is you talkin bout. •smut

ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯:

that’s why I fucked yo bitch. •smut.

pretty lady. •smut/ commission.

boys need love 2. •smut/ commission.

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[shokupanko]

WAAAA GO PAN YOU CAN DO IT!! FILL YOUR BAKERY WITH CUTE CUTE DOODLES !!!!!! :D

I LOVE YOU!! (இ﹏இ`｡) Today is Flower Friday :D

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[lavenderplushie]

camping/outdoors moodboard for ☁️ anon! 🌿💚⛺️

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[sirtotallynotatimetraveler]

*Boops*

sorry, I overreact to touching sometimes

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[hauntedfoxhut]

Muzan and werewolf! reader? reader is scared of what he thinks of them when muzan first sees the form, especially since when reader is in said form, they go hunting humans like it's their last day alive-

...cuddles & comfort after the fiasco happens pls.

Muzan x werewolf!F!reader

Warnings: Blood, dead bodies 💀

It will have a bit of angst and cry but the rest will be pure fluff just as you wished

You meet Muzan a couple weeks ago, your relationship started slow, probably because of your second identity, you’re a werewolf and he’s an Oni, But the truth always show up.

But you never imagined that I would be so bad

You were walking, on a cloudy night, near the woods, because you just love the nature, until the clouds flew away showing your worst enemy, the moonlight of the full moon. You felt your blood getting hotter, your fangs started to appear, your back arched and you knew that you were hungry, very very hungry, but now there’s no turning back, your eyes got darker and you can smell the people from far, but you can’t fight against your instincts.

And then blackout, you can’t control your body, the feral instinct dominated all your brain…

Where??

Where am I?

This is??… BLOOD?🩸

Indeed it was blood, all over your body, the moon above you was the only witness, well that what you thought…

Those red eyes, black hair and charming white suite, between the trees, he witnessed the whole chainsaw, in total there were 5 bodies laying on the floor covered by their own blood.

You heard footsteps near you, and you froze, getting closer second by second, you couldn’t move, and then you felt something touching you… a hand?? Those nails, you saw them before, they’re just like Muzan’s. And even smell like Muzan, that mean he knows the truth.

“So you’re a werewolf? That’s pretty impressive, I didn’t even noticed” he said, but he sounded proud? Of what? Of me??

You fell down on your knees, when you saw him in front of you, you opened your mouth but you didn’t said a word… but instead you cried… your eyes got full of water and you started to hyperventilate, you closed your eyes to stop staring at him, but he hold your cheeks, cleaning your tears away, and we you calmed down he hugged you.

“ Don’t worry sweetheart, I am here… and I’ll always be so you don’t have to worry, I’m just like you, I understand what you’re passing through, and I can help”

When your opened your eyes he was so near to your face, making eye contact, just like he was reading your soul…

“Is that a promise?” And he answered right after,“ Yes it is ”

And he smiled showing his fangs? How could I never noticed it, but he doesn’t have a tail or fur, and tonight was a full moon, so if he’s not exactly like me… then what is he?

“ I am a demon, I also eat humans to live ” Wait he just read my mind? “ you seemed curious to know what I am and I didn’t read your mind, I swear” that phrase was followed by a smile which looks honest and calm.

“Can we leave here? I don’t want to stay in these bloody clothes anymore, I want to go home, can you go with me and spend the night?” “Surely we can my dear, and I’m pleasured that you invited me”

When you both arrived at your house, he closed to curtains to protect you from the moonlight, he prepared Hōjicha, and sat on the “couch” waiting for you.

You wore a simple yukata, the tails was gone, just like the fur and the fangs, you sat near him and he hold your hands, “no more secrets, ok?” “Ok”

After a couple hours of talk and hugs, you started to feel sleepy and yawned, and when you least realized your head was on his shoulder, and then your eyes closed.

Muzan watched you sleep for a couple of hours until he took you in his arms and took you to the futon, covering you and kissing your forehead, when he opened the door to leave your bedroom you murmured his name, as if you were calling him, and he stopped and decided to lay down with you, and when he least expected you hugged him, keeping your head near to his chest, he fell asleep with you, hearing your heartbeat 💗

I hope you liked it, i tried my best, hope you appreciate it ❤️❤️

My inbox is open for more requests❤️

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[werebearbrucey]

Hey. You. Want a sketch request?

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[kkeidawrites]

Hii, I was wondering if I could request a one shot of Jacob being saved from drowning by a reader who is a mermaid and spelt they begin to fall in love with him? If that’s okay? 💕

Blue waves were supposed to be beautiful and calming in the sea, a never ending serene view to the endless wonders and mysteries that hide below the surface.

How quickly that could change in a matter of minutes. The once sunny skies was unequivocally turned into a terrible storm, the large waves literally coming out of nowhere and there no time to act.

A broken piece of wood was the only thing keeping the man afloat, as he splutters out the water. His wet hair sticking to his eyes, the salty drops of water was altering his vision to his surroundings.

Jacob Holland had wanted to go on a small fishing trip, a bit of wanting to get away from the land life for a couple of days and some much needed relaxation time.

He promised Maisie that he would only be gone for three days and wouldn’t be too far off from the coast of where they lived. He made a catboat with his own hands and Maisie even drew a picture of her and Blue on the side, a way to show ownership if someone were to take it.

Two months of carving, shaving, and hammering all went down the drain when he encountered this storm.

He was beginning to get a bit nauseous from the violent rocking of the waves and laid his head on the piece of wood for a moment to catch his bearings.

Lightning and thundering was the only thing he could hear at the moment and it was growing the already agitated waves. Another wave crashed into Jacob and he held on tightly to the wood as he was suddenly under water then breaks the surface to breath.

Seeing that there was no end to the storm, Jacob kept up his search for a nearby ship, or some kind of help. It didn’t come fast enough for him, unfortunately, as another large wave, much more larger and much heavier than the last curling towards him.

The dark skies made the wave look as though it had razor sharp teeth and eyes as red as the devil’s. Jacob gulped in anticipation and gripped the plank much tighter.

“Bloody hell!” He curses and the wave hits him like a ton of bricks, instantly making everything go black.

Jacob’s body tosses and turns in the moving water as he floated slowly down further in the violent sea.

In the darkness of the sea, a silver fishtail swims through the quiet waters, smartly they steered clear of the terrible storm above surface.

(H/c) floated prettily behind the woman’s head and the sudden interest in the dark mass floating down made her tilt her head.

Y/n swam closer to the mass and jumped back when she realized that it was a human. Moving a bit closer, she could see bubbles leaving his parted lips and Y/n understood the situation in that second.

Grabbing around his waist, Y/n pulled him up to the surface with as much strength she had and grunted at how heavy he was.

Breaking the surface, Y/n pulls the man’s body up so that his head was at least above the water. She looks around to see where there would be any source of land and gasped when the shadow of a large wave appeared in front of her.

Diving under the surface again, Y/n moves the man away from the most violent part of the storm and is met with a dolphin.

They rub against Y/n playfully and swirls in a circle in happiness of finding their friend. Y/n shakes her head at the mammal and points to the human in her hold.

The dolphin chatters at her and is quick to place Jacob over it’s back, swimming above the surface again and taking him to the nearby coast.

Y/n looks down at the man, his golden hair laid damp over his eyes and she moved them to the side to see his face more clearly.

He was indeed handsome, but he didn’t need to be out here. That storm had been brewing for weeks and getting caught in it was basically signing over your death.

Once they reached the coast, Y/n takes the human from her dolphin friend and brings him onto the sandy beach, literally dragging herself and him as far as she could so he wouldn’t be taken by the current of the sea.

Leaning in close to his face, Y/n tilts her head to the side in confusion and then pinches his nose.

Holding his nose for a couple of seconds, his eyes popped open along with him coughing up water. He moves to the side to continue regurgitating the water and took a clean deep breath.

Holding a hand to his chest, Jacob turns to his left to see he was back on the edge of the coast, he could be home no less than a couple of hours.

He turned to his front and sees a woman no more than a meter emerged in the sea with a confused look on her face.

“Did you save me?” He asked standing to his feet.

She only flips her hair over her shoulder and continues staring.

“If you did, thank you. It was awful out there, took me boat out with one wave!” He tells her. She still said nothing but then smiled at the man.

Turning around, she moved in the sea more until it was submerging her shoulders leaving only her head above water level.

“Wait lass! It’s too dangerous out there, you could-“ his warning was cut short when she glanced at him over her shoulder with a smile then jumped into the sea, her silver fin gleaming for just a moment and disappearing into the water.

Jacob falls to his knees in disbelief and raises a hand to his forehead, possibly checking to see if he was sick or something.

“I was just rescued by a bloody mermaid.” He gasps and then blushes when he realized how beautiful she was.

“Damn.” He curses then stands to his feet again. Looking over his shoulder one more time, Jacob stares at the spot the mermaid was at then begins climbing up the hill leading back to where town was.

Y/n hid behind a large rock and grinned as she watched him go, her gills fluttered happily and she returned to the sea.

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I hope this was okay because it was fun looking up what kind of boat he would use lol.

Part 2!

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[theleotarot]

hey can you do yunho ateez ideal type? thank you 🫶🤌

Sure! I hope you like the reading! ✨

(Tarot cards: 4 of Cups, The High Priestess, Strength, The Lovers, & at the back of the deck 8 of Wands)

I believe that Yunho finds interest in a woman that acts “uninterested” in him in a way. I am not saying that she is rude to him, but it is in a way where she acts like she does not need him because she is independent herself, and maybe that is what draws Yunho to her. He may also find it attractive when a woman is always seeking to do more with her life. She is never satisfied with where she is in her life; hence, she is always on the go to improve, and that is what Yunho finds attractive. Although she puts up an act of acting uninterested, he does require her to show love and affection in her own ways though.

Yunho also finds a woman who is feminine and a mysterious person as attractive. I believe that he is attracted to a woman when she is the quiet type, but at the same time, when she needs to stand up for herself, she will speak up. He likes it when a woman is more on the reserved side, not necessarily meaning because she is shy, but because she only focuses on what serves her. He may also like it when she trusts herself with the majority of any given situations. For example, when a situation in her life becomes difficult, she is able to focus within and tell herself that she will survive through it. Yunho finds it extremely attractive when a woman can persevere through difficulties on her own.

For physical appearances, Yunho finds a woman who looks soft, loving, and delicate while also looking strong and confident as attractive. Yunho may like it when she wears brighter clothing, dresses in jewelry and accessories, and shows off her arms, shoulders, and neckline with the dresses she wears. He may also like lighter hair, or dyed hair that has some waves to it. It can be from blonde hair to medium brown hair that he favors the most on a woman. I believe he would love to run his fingers through her thick and wavy hair. As for her body type, I believe he leans towards being attracted to slimmer women, although, if her body does look like something different than slim and she seems to be confident with her own body type, he will most definitely be attracted to that as well. Yunho physically wants a woman to have that soft feminine look while also being confident in herself, as well as showing off some skin from time to time.

Ultimately, Yunho finds interest in a woman that brings him excitement and will love him just as much as he will love her. It does not matter if they seem “too different” than him, as long as the both of them accommodate to meet in the middle, he will be happy to be with her. Yunho also wants to feel very masculine and protective when he is with a woman. Maybe he fantasizes about having a relationship where he’s able to pick his woman up from the floor and spin her around like she is a princess, as well as giving her piggy back rides just for the fun of it. Yunho seems pretty romantic!

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[demigoddessqueens]

Pssst hey

Do you have any fluffy Astarion headconons? 👀

Also, i love you and i hope you're having a wonderful day. ❤️ 💗

I will now nonnie 😉😌

a/n - sidebar: I will also write for the rest of the party too 👀

Astarion is such a cuddle bug! Actually, that’s an understatement, he’s a whole attention hog with you

Always wants to be near you, some sort of gentle touch to you, constant lingering

Like the gif above, he likes to sneak (or not!) behind you for surprise hugs, arms around your waist

DANCING

Or rather I should say, it’s more like waltzing

Has a habit to always stare at you, just gazing lovingly and longingly

Always checks up on you, it’s the most random thing and it’s always the most random conversation but when you realize what he’s doing, it’s endearing

Pinkies linked together

He’s the cheetah touch-starved meme

Getting used to touch more so CUDDLES GALORE!!

Last but not least, I feel like he’s a light sleeper so if he’s awake before you, he just admires you

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

Can I have some dilf Jake & younger reader (ofc over 18 tho!!!! , maybe like 10 years difference idk )

maybe reader being jakes best friends daughter and them hooking up 😩🔫

also Jake being lowkey mean abt it 😏…

like yk “my slut” or “what would your dad say if he saw you like that - mouth stuffed with my cock” 🕴🏻

NO BECAUSE THE WAY I LOVE THIS IDEA OMGGGG

my vibrator's gonna run outta battery from all these spicy ass asks 🤭🤭😩😩😩😩

You had always had a crush on Jake Sully. He was old enough to be your dad—seeing how he was almost your dad's age and your dad's best friend. You just never thought it would turn into what it did.

You found yourself more often than not envisioning him fucking you. His naked body, all on display, his thick hands caressing your thighs, his being controlling yours.

Every day, every night—always, you were daydreaming of him. Daydreaming of what he would say, how he would feel inside you, how we would touch you...

You imagined being used by him, and the feeling was too much.

You couldn't even look at him without getting all flustered, your ears folding against your head, tail swishing anxiously, cunt growing moist.

And it was almost like he knew. He'd smirk at you, wink at you, give you little pats on the thigh, caress your lower back, smile at you. He'd call you girl, and sweet, and once or twice, baby. But, you assumed those were all signs of endearment. What else could they be?

You were torn between hell and heaven when your parents announced having to take a trip to one of the neighboring clans, something or another about old friends, acquaintances—whatever. You didn't care about that. You only cared about who they were leaving you with.

Jake.

“But, Father,” you'd complained, “I'm twenty! I can stay on my own.” It was a futile attempt at a) trying to hide the excitement coursing through your veins; and b) at hoping you wouldn't have to remain under Jake's care, in his home, for an entire week.

A whole week, just the two of you.

“It's not about whether or not you're old enough,” your father replied. “You're responsible enough, you know your mother and I trust you, but in case anything happens, it would be good to know Jake can be there to help.”

No matter what arguments you presented, your parents brushed them away. And that's how you found yourself, days later, living under Jake's roof.

It was awkward the first two days. You'd sort of try to avoid him, you would refuse to look into his eyes, and you'd be terrified of daydreaming. Every time you thought of sex with Jake, he would ask, “What's on your mind, sweet?” and he'd have this look in his eyes...this thick, heavy look that made you shudder.

Eventually, you settled down a little, growing more comfortable around him.

Really comfortable, actually.

On a particular morning, just as dawn washes over the land, you wake up, sweating and panting, from a dream—no, another dream where Jake fucked you, his mouth on yours, his hands all over your body, his cock buried deep, deep in your body.

Judging by the time, you assume Jake's already out hunting. Still dazed with sleep and lust filling your veins, you sneak a hand between your thighs, softly caressing your already-wet pussy.

You sigh softly as relief fills you.

Jake's gotta be gone already, you think to yourself, fingers circling your pulsing clit. There's no way he's still here. He always leads the morning hunts.

You remove your loincloth, bending your legs and spreading them, one hand focused on your clit as the other one pushes a finger into your aching entrance.

You mewl softly, hips rolling against your hands, and you close your eyes.

The dream had been so vivid, so fucking real...You can still feel Jake, as if everything had truly happened. You can feel his cock inside you, his mouth on yours, that stupid smirk plastered across his lips.

“Fuck,” you hiss out quietly, curling the finger inside you upwards, touching your g-spot while your other hand pinches your clit. “Oh, fuck.”

As your body starts bucking with the pleasure, you imagine it's Jake's hand, his fingers on your pussy, his voice calling you baby and girl and sweet.

You're flustered, cheeks bright with your blush, body quaking. Fuck, what you'd give for Jake to touch you, kiss you, fuck you. Fuck.

The vivid image of Jake's eyes, amber and predatory, always sharp and cunning, sends a sudden jolt of pleasure through you.

“Ah!” you cry, a little louder than you would've liked to, but the sound is already out, and followed by a whimper of, “Jake.”

Unbeknownst to you, Jake sleeps not far from you, only a bedroom away, and when he hears you gasp, he sits up, alarmed.

He'd asked Tsu'tey to take over his shift for him, deciding he'd stay here in case you needed anything. The sound of your voice sends fear through him at first.

Something's wrong, he thinks, rising off his bed, quickly walking towards your bedroom.

But as he approaches, hand out, ready to push the flap of your tent open, he hears you again.

“Fuck.”

And Jake knows that sound. He knows it's not terror, it's not pain, it's not a call for aid. It's pleasure.

As he quietly steps closer to your bedroom, a whiff of your scent reaches his nose, intoxicating and thick. Your arousal is strong, it makes his cock twitch, his pupils dilate.

Jake shakes his head, pushing his cock down in an attempt to brush off the arousal.

What's wrong with me? Listening to the poor thing touch herself in there...as if I had any right.

Still, he doesn't walk away. He's about to, though, when another of your gasps reaches his ears.

“Fuck! Jake.”

At this, he freezes, ears perking, entire body going rigid. His cock springs to attention, lust beginning to sear through his veins.

Last he'd checked, you didn't know any other Jake but him...could it be that you were touching yourself to him?

“Yes, fuck,” you whine lowly, the sound of your soaked pussy growing louder, squelching as you fuck yourself.

And goddamn, Jake can't help himself.

He carefully pushes the flap of your tent open, peeking in, only to find you, legs spread wide, pussy on display, your hands touching yourself. He licks over his lips, his cock aching, as your scent grows stronger. He rubs his hand over the erection poking through his loincloth, yearning to fuck you.

He watches you for a moment, studies the way you touch yourself, the way your back arches, the way you throw your head back. Your pretty eyes are shut tight, your limbs quivering, and you poor fucking thing, he can't not help you when you're clearly in so much distress.

“You know, sweet, if you woulda told me you wanted me, I would've just helped you already,” he says, stepping into your bedroom, allowing the flap of the tent to close behind him.

You jerk, opening your eyes, quickly seeing him standing before you and removing your hands from your cunt, sitting up.

“Jake,” you stutter, voice breathless, cheeks growing darker with your blush. “I-I thought you'd—”

“Left for morning hunt?” he finishes for you, smirking. “Tsu'tey's leading today, baby.” His eyes scan over your pussy, gaze turning dark. “And thank fuck he did, huh?”

Deeply embarrassed, you croak out, “'m sorry, I...I, uh...I was just...” You trail off, at a loss for words. What could you possibly say to mend this?

“Touching yourself to me?” he questions, approaching your cot, crawling onto it.

You divert your gaze from him and press your thighs together, hiding your pussy from him.

“Oh, don't try to be all innocent and sweet now, girl,” he says, scoffing. “Spread your legs. Let me see how bad you need it.”

You refuse to meet his eyes, just as you refuse to open your thighs. So, Jake uses his huge, rough hands to force your thighs apart. You close your eyes, ashamed, goosebumps prickling over your skin.

His eyes drink in the sight of your soaked pussy, puffy from your ministrations, your slick dripping onto the thin mattress below.

Jake clicks his tongue. “You poor thing,” he says. “You were close, huh? And I interrupted you?”

You don't reply, only offer a tiny nod before murmuring, “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” he echoes, as if confirming the notion, licking his lower lip. “Will you let me make up for that, sweet?”

At this, your eyes snap open, meeting his famished gaze. “How-how do you mean?”

Jake smirks. “I'd prefer to show you. Will you let me?”

You consider it for a second. The opportunity of a lifetime...you're not gonna just let it slip past you...right?

“But you—What about my father? My mother?” you ask, voice quivering, and Jake can hear you don't give a fuck about that. You're just trying to be the good girl you always are, always trying to follow the rules and meet the expectations.

“Forget about them,” he replies. “They're not here to stop us, hm?”

You stare into his eyes for one, two, three seconds before nodding. “Okay,” you say quietly. “Show me.”

Jake smirks, his cock fidgets under his loincloth, and he removes the item of clothing. Your eyes fall to his cock, pupils growing wide at the sight.

Overcome with lust, you rise to your knees, asking, “Can-can I touch it?”

Jake groans at the request, throwing his head back. “Fuck,” he gasps. “'f course you can, sweet. You see how hard it is? It's for you, baby.”

You shyly reach for him, hand a little unsure as it wraps around his cock. The moment you touch him, Jake grunts softly, and you jerk him slowly, gently, glancing up at his face as he stares down at you.

Your big doe eyes find his predatory gaze. His lips are parted, little breaths leaving his mouth as you inch yourself closer. You place a kiss on the tip and Jake hisses. He wants to push you on your back and just fuck you, but he doesn't want to scare you off.

You lick his underside experimentally, keeping your eyes on his cock, and he watches, enthralled, as you play with him. The look of curiosity and amazement across your face makes him harder, precum dripping from his thick head.

You glance back up at him and timidly question, “You'll put it inside?”

Jake smiles at you, a cocky, seductive smile. “Inside that pretty pussy, if you'll let me,” he replies.

You nod slowly, understanding, before lying yourself on your back and spreading your legs. “I want you to.”

And Jake swears he's dead, he swears he's done for, swears his entire being is about to go haywire.

He remains kneeling on the bed, grabbing your hips in his large hands and pulling them up so your ass rests on his thighs. Your eyes are wide, excited, heart beating out of your chest.

“Watch,” he orders as he positions his cock against your entrance and then pushes into you, slowly, carefully.

Your eyes flutter a little as he enters you, but you don't gaze away from where your bodies meet. When the thick head meets your cervix, you gasp softly, body jerking, and Jake groans.

This is so much better than dreaming, you decide, clenching around him, making him grunt.

“So fuckin' tight,” he gasps, starting out with slow thrusts to see how you'll take it, and then increasing his speed, his eyes locking onto your breasts as they bounce with his pounds.

“Fuck!” you gasp, hands digging into the mattress below, legs shaking. You can't believe how deep inside you he is, how he stretches you out. It's so much better than your hands. So, so much better.

“Look at you,” Jake says, moving his gaze to where your pussy swallows his cock whole. “Takin' me so well, sweet. Is it good?”

“'s so good!” you reply, moaning, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You didn't think it could be this fucking amazing. “So good.”

Jake chuckles softly, watching you, and he figures he might as well force a confession from your lips while he's at it.

“Was this the first time you touched yourself to me?” he questions, one of his hands moving to your clit and drawing circles on it.

“N-no,” you reply, gasping and shaking.

“No?” Jake repeats, amused. “How many times have you done it?”

“Every-every—” You gasp, back arching, as he pinches your clit. “Ev'ry night.”

“Every night, huh?” he says, smirking. “And why didn't you ever tell me?”

“'cause you-you're dad's best friend,” you reply, whining as he angles his hips upwards, allowing his cock to press against your g-spot with every thrust.

“Ah, I see,” he chuckles. “You were afraid of your dad finding out, hm? Afraid he'd see how much of a slut you are for me?”

That makes you clench around Jake, and he groans, biting his lower lip. “'m a slut,” you echo, nodding. “A slut.”

“No,” Jake says, thrusting into your harder, deeper. “You're my slut.”

At this, you cry out, pussy dripping. “Your slut,” you agree, nodding. “'m your slut, Jake.”

“Yeah, you fuckin' are, aren't ya?” He smirks, his eyes watching your stuffed cunt. “Jesus, kid, what would your dad say if he saw you like this, hm? With your cunt full of my cock?”

“Ah!” you moan, the mere reminder of how wrong, how off limits Jake's supposed to be making you more aroused. The idea of breaking the rules for Jake makes your pussy throb, your legs quake.

“I'm not gonna lie to you, darlin',” he says, groaning. “I've jacked off to you every now and then, too. You and those pretty eyes, and those perfect tits, and that sweet ass. Goddamn. It's fucking impossible for me not to be hard around you.”

You mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head, as you try to meet Jake's thrusts with the desperate bucking of your hips.

“Fuck, this is fuckin' amazing,” he grunts. “You have any idea how much I've wanted for you to suck my cock? How many times I've wanted to eat your pussy? How many times I've wanted to fuck you for hours until you're crying and begging me to stop?”

You whimper, entire body clad in a thin layer of sweat, your cunt fluttering around Jake's cock.

“One of these days, girl, imma make you squirt, yeah? You want me t'teach you that neat trick?”

You nod. “Please! Teach me whatever you want! Yes!”

Jake can feel your body tensing, your pussy growing tighter around him. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna coat my cock with your cum?”

“Mhmm!” you reply, whining, mind too lost in pleasure to formulate words.

Jake increases his speed, his hips ramming into yours, fingers pinching your clit, making you jerk and squeal in delight.

“Come for me, girl,” he encourages, his voice thick and rough with his approaching orgasm. “Come all over my cock so I can fill your pussy with my load, yeah?”

“Mhmm!” you repeat, nodding desperately, body thrashing wildly as Jake pounds you.

The pleasure becomes a harsh wave that crashes against the walls of your womb, threatening to fill you to the brim and then some more. You mewl, back arching, your eyes shut tight and your mouth open. You're gasping, shaking, cunt clenching around Jake with so much force, he drags against your insides almost painfully.

And then your orgasm claws its way out of you, breaking free, making your body shudder as you cry, “Jake! Jake!”

“I know, girl,” Jake replies, his own orgasm so near. “I know.”

As you begin recovering from your high, your pussy softens around Jake and he pounds into you, making you squeal and gasp, before he finally comes, spilling into you. His cum is hot and thick, sticky as it fills your cunt, dribbling out from how full you are.

Jake hasn't pulled out of you yet when he says, “When your parents come back, don't get nervous 'bout anything, kid. If they ask what we did, you just say you had a little bonding session with your dad's best friend.”

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Hi love, I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you’d be open to writing a Tangerine fic where he finds out the reader has a crush on him by the way she reacts to his words/pet names & he decides to tell her he feels the same?😭

A/N: OKOKOK I love what you've done here. I was at work when I read this and it sparked an entire idea. I'm thinking this'll be a blurb, though knowing me it'll be an entire story. (Update; did in fact become an entire story.) I did stray a bit from what you asked and I hope that’s alright. Enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions and descriptions of violence, sexual harassment

Summary: Boxer! Tangerine seems to sense his effect on you, and has become increasingly impatient with the gym's creepy regular. (Character are in their 20s btw)

You're re-racking weights when the unwarranted approach occurs.

Spending the summer months working at your Uncle's boxing gym has been a sort of tradition. You practically grew up here. Relishing in the three months spent at his and your Aunt's brownstone since you were in highschool. As the final year of college approaches, the familiar smell of sweat and sound of victimized punching bags was honestly welcoming.

"Need a little help with those, hun?" You tense at the unsurprisingly patronizing tone, facing the stranger who pretends to have not been caught checking you out with a wry smile.

"I've got it. Thanks." You offer your most forced customer service voice, eyes scanning the room for a female comrade or coworker. Unfortunately, the lot of your customers are mid-set, headphones in.

"Awe c'mon." Despite your frame's obvious tensing, the man reaches across and takes the dumbell from your grasp. "They're making you do all the heavy lifting 'round here?"

"Hardly that strenuous." You can't even try to conceal your disdain, though he laughs as if the irritated furrowing of your brows is in jest.

"Didn't know they had such good looking staff round here. I usually go to Golds, but this just might be my new spot." You try not to audibly cringe at the confession. Any half-wit could have guessed this piece of shit regulared Golds.

"Right. I should get back to it, then." You're halfway through turning away to head across the building to find another task when he takes hold of your forearm. Instantly, you're facing him with a deadly expression. Sparing any and all commonalities as you rip your arm from his grasp.

"Easy there." He chuckles as if you're vehemently overreacting in response to a complete fucking stranger touching you. "Maybe I could grab your number? Get a friendly discount on a new membership?"

"They'd be more than happy to help you with that at the front desk."

"For personal reasons, then?" You take a step back when he leans closer, as if the presumptuous prospect is anything less than appalling. Small gasp escaping your lips when your back makes contact with something solid.

"Oi, sorry for the sneak up." You don't even have to turn around before you recognize the voice. The boxer your Uncle introduced you to last summer. A regular at the gym, with an esteemed reputation for winning. You've talked maybe a handful of times, though you've fawned over him with just about half of your coworkers.

Tangerine's at least head taller than you, taking a step back to give you more space. Giving the man behind you a curt head nod before looking to you again, smiling as if he's known you the better half of his life.

"Hate to bother you, love. Locker won't open again, if you can believe it. Bloody thing's been a right pain for the longest time." You catch on immediately, eyes offering a silent load of gratitude as you nod.

"Right. I've been meaning to change it for you." You face the shorter man adorning a buzz cut and obnoxiously small cut-off tee with a tight-lipped smile. "Duty calls. See you around-"

"Mike." He answers, though you hadn't asked. "You'll see me soon."

"Looking forward to it, mate." Tangerine sounds less than pleased, staring the man down with unbridled disgust before side-stepping and allowing you to pass. The pair of you headed toward the lockers on the far side of the gym.

"Jesus Christ, sorry about that." You run a hand down your face, missing his displeased expression.

"What are you sorry for? Could sense the twat a mile away." You can't help but laugh, eyes meeting his for only a moment before you're turning your attention elsewhere.

"Seriously though. Thank you." The pair of you stopping when you're far enough to be out of the asshole's eye-shot.

"Don't mention it, love. Honestly." He shrugs, head cocking when you tense at something he's said. Though you don't seem uncomfortable. "It's y/n, isn't it?" You nod, feeling like a elementary schooler when your skin heats at his recognition.

"Yes. Yeah. And it's Tangerine, right?" Hopeful to come off inconspicuous. He nods too, ghost of a smile crossing his face again.

"Right. You must be one of the only people I've met where the 'like the fruit' question didn't immediately follow my introduction." This has you laughing again, and Tangerine decides just then he's quite fond of the small triumph.

"But it is..." You can barely conceal the smirk as you tease. "Like the fruit, isn't it?"

He rolls his eyes, surprising even himself with how much he's entertained by the jest in your tone. "Hilarious, darling. I can see why they keep you around." He senses it again, the succinct tightening in your frame at something he's said. Though you collect yourself as soon as it starts. "I'll see you round, then?"

"I'll be here." You cringe at the corny reply, though the brunette seems to be preoccupied in thought to notice.

"Y/n." It grabs your full attention immediately. Spinning on your heel to face him again. "If he bothers you again..." He trails off to gauge your reaction. "Or any bloke, for that matter. You just come get me, yeah? I'm here more often than not, and it'd never be a bother." Too forward, he thinks. Just as assuming as any creepy twat in this place.

Though you're smiling. Soft and genuinely pleased with the gesture.

"I will, thank you."

***

You're acquaintances from then on. Friends, even. Tan insists on walking you to your car the nights you close up. Greets you each morning despite his grumpy exterior.

The small gestures have granted a practical scandal between your coworkers. Teasing after he exits a room and crowding around to scrounge any and all details of your interactions. You brush them off, optimism is too much an ego killer and distraction for you to allow.

You're re-racking weights when the much-wanted approach occurs.

"Have you ever sparred before?" You hadn't been expecting it, muffling a squeal when your startled form warrants the weight pinching the skin of your forefinger. You grasp it instantly, offering a sweet smile despite the oncoming pain.

"Alright?" He reaches toward you, halting instantly when you shrink.

"Fine. Totally fine." Despite having totally embarrassed yourself.

"I'm sure that hurt, darling." He feigns amusement, despite concern overcoming him. Jesse passes, a particularly obvious shit-eating grin across her face as she mouths 'darling' in your peripheral. Your skin flushes tenfold.

He insists, taking gentle hold of your wrist and inspecting the injury in a horrifying display of softness. It must surprise even him, as he lets go as soon as he's sure no skin has been broken.

"You were saying something." It's a feeble attempt to redirect this humiliating encounter.

"Yes, right." He straightens, gathering his usual brooding demeanor. "Have you ever sparred before?"

You scoff at the prospect, not unkind. "My Uncle's ensured I'm familiar with the basics, sort of unavoidable all these years. Though I haven't really done any more than that."

"We could." He fumbles, suddenly unsure. "I mean, I could show you a few things. If you like." You cock your head, ghost of a smile passing your lips as your brows raise.

"A gym full of professional fighters and you’d prefer me?”

"Coach says if I do a bit of instructing, it might help me hone in on the basics. That my form gets sloppy when i get too..." He searches for the right wording in place of 'frenzied and enraged' as coach had put it. "Enthusiastic."

You laugh, finishing up your task whilst weighing your options. Unable to stop yourself from speaking your mind.

"Why me, though? I mean, there's plenty of other people here with actual experience." Luckily, he doesn't take the brutal honesty as impolite. Knowing you well enough by now to read your tone.

"Truth is, he says I'm insufferably impatient. You're not...I don't-" A deep sigh escapes him. "I find myself considerably less so with you around." He's unsure where he's typically confident. Fumbling over words like a fucking schoolboy. It's infuriating. "And besides, this might provide both of us peace of mind." Unknowingly, his gaze flickers to the one time asshole turned regular. Obnoxious grunts escaping him as he completes a set. (Half of Tan's usual weight, though whose counting.)

"Let me clock out, then. And please, spare me a black eye over my lunch break."

***

"Your stance is off again. Feet shoulders width apart, remember?"

"Hardly. I thought you said it was a right left left right combo?"

"Left right right, dodge, left." His brows furrow when you throw an ill-executed punch into his chest. Barely phased. "And put some strength behind it, will you?"

"Figured you'd want me to go easy on you-" A small umph escaping your lips when you're suddenly on your ass. Dizzied with the speed of his gentle sweep of your legs.

Tan crouches down, much too cocky for your liking. "You were saying?"

"Fuck off." Your scrambling up again, evading his bright eyes and other disgustingly handsome features.

"Attagirl, just the attitude I'm looking for." You stutter in place, swallowing hard. Skin singing with heat at the platitude. He nudges your shoulder with his glove, even more self-satisfied as he takes in you in. "Something I said?"

"Have you been reminded of your brooding arrogance lately?"

"Not until now, no." He clutches his chest, wounded. You take the opportunity to aim a much harder punch to his shoulder. He's quick to block, knocking your arm with his own and landing an intentionally weak hit to your waist. "Oi, that was a good one! There was strength that time."

"Don't patronize me, asshole." You hold a hand up to signal a pause. Ridding yourself of the oversized gloves to redo your updo. Considering all the activity, unruly strands and other flyaways have begun sticking to your skin. Tan opens his mouth for another witty remark when his bright gaze turns colder. All amusement escaping him as a wolf whistle pierces through the sound of weights racking.

Of course, the tosser from before ogles as you complete the final twists at your hair tie. Hands on his hips as he looks up at the pair of you in the ring.

"Would have asked to go a few rounds with you ages ago, sweetheart. Had I known you were interested."

You feel bold. Partly because you're so fed up with this prick, partly because of the fuming man behind you. "Would you please take a hint and fuck off, Mark?"

"It's Mike."

"Riveting. Get lost." The amused man whistles again, looking around for support from the other gym rats. Who collectively take one look at the boxer behind you, and quietly go back to their workouts.

"Like to take 5, love?" Tan tears at the velcro around his wrists, swiftly discarding his gloves.

"No. Im good, let's keep going." He only shakes his head, holding up a 5 in your direction before he reaches toward his bag. Beginning to tape his knuckles. "Oi, dickhead." Of course, Mike turns his head in the fighter's direction. "Care to go a couple rounds?"

"Listen man, just letting the chick know I'm appreciating what I see." Tan clicks his tongue, freshly wrapped fists clenching tight at his sides.

"See, where I come from, that type of talk about women gets your ass beat, man." There's an evident mockery of his American accent at the nickname. The dig draws the attention of some of the other fighters, ceasing their training to watch the scene unfold.

"Alright," Mike beams brightly at the prospect of a challenge. "Let's see what you got, pretty boy."

"This is ridiculous." You cross your arms over your chest, unappreciative of the testosterone battle.

"Nonsense, sweetheart. How about we make this a little more interesting? Say...Winner takes you on a date? Been dying to get to know you more." He bites his lip as his eyes rake over your body, making a show of his obscene behavior.

An ear-piercing smacking sounds throughout the building. The fabric of Tan's gloves colliding together. Oddly enough, he's gone silent. Practically seething. Without speaking, he closes the space between you. Striking blue eyes boring into yours. A silent plea for permission. Your gaze averts to the other gym-attendees, awaiting what's to come next eagerly. Some amused with Mike's advances, others paying close attention to the enraged man in front of you.

"Knock his fucking teeth out." It's for only Tan to hear, exiting the ring as soon as he lifts the rope for you.

"Game on, then." Mike rolls his his head side to side, calling over one of his buddies to play cornermen. "Sweetheart," he addresses with another sickening smirk. "You wear something pretty tonight, yeah? Show off those legs."

"Shut your fucking mouth and get in the ring, fuckin' tosser." At that, anyone who hadn't been paying attention is fully invested now. surrounding the platform and talking amongst one another. A few even exchanging bets.

Your fight-hungry coworker, Santos, is more than happy to referee. Eagerly instructing the two men to touch gloves and begin.

Mike's fast, undoubtedly. He dodges initial advances from Tan with a self-satisfied chuckle. Dancing around the ring to taunt his opponent. Tangerine's eyes never leave him, muscles taught with adrenaline and anger.

He reminds himself to be focused. Utilize his techniques but dependent on his instincts. Where Mike makes up in speed, he lacks in fundamental skill. His form is sloppy with narcissism and inconsistency.

Realistically, Tangerine could knock him the fuck out right now. But would that be nearly as fun?

Instead, he taunts the misogynistic prick. Beckoning advances, dodging, and landing sharp hits to his midsection. Sure enough to leave a multitude of bruises for weeks to come. Any amateur can notice the shift in the spar instantly. It's turned from a 50/50 to an imminent defeat. Mike's losing wind, taking punches like it's his day job and growing more frustrated each time.

Tan's having a blast, mouthpiece revealed with his unconcealable grin. This is feeding his ego more than he'd like to admit. It's why he can only laugh when Mike does what any exhausted fighter facing loss would do. Grapples onto his opponent and holds til Santos calls break.

"You gonna let him out of his misery now, or should I grab a stool?" Tan's got the same devilish grin as before. Reveling at the sight of Mike's spit, full of crimson blood.

"Now where's the fun in that, Dove? I've only just started." He accepts the water you offer swiftly, eager to get back to it. He's almost frenzied with adrenaline, sweat trickling down his toned skin in steady streams. Veins prominent with the activity. The brunette dips his head down to meet your wandering gaze, eyes twinkling with playful arrogance. "Have I lost you, love? Isn't the cornermen supposed to be keeping me with it?" You hope you don't look as flushed as you feel, though his grin suggests otherwise.

"You seem to be doing just fine without me." You press at a reopened cut in his brow, frowning when the pressure does little to cease the flow of blood.

"That's where you're wrong, love." He rolls his shoulders, tossing a curt nod to Santos at his five second warning. "Much easier winning when you have something to fight for." He's silenced when you force the guard back into his mouth. Brows narrowed in playful disdain despite the wink he sends your way, turning round and facing the center of the ring once more.

They tap gloves for the second time and Santos counts them in.

Mike's on the floor before anyone has a chance to register it.

There's only a beat of silence before the gym erupts in cheers. Astonished at the immediate knockout. Tan ignores it, smug attitude escaping him as soon as Mike comes to. He rips his glove from his hand so he can grab the man's jaw, yanking his gaze away from your direction. Santos is unable to pull him off as Tangerine pushes his face less than an inch from his dazed opponent, eyes full of a fierce sincerity as he mutters something unintelligible to Mike.

With a bare-fisted punch to the mat just beside the pricks' face, Tan is backing off and headed toward you. Casually leaning against the ropes as a couple more bystanders flood in to carry Mike out of the ring.

"Threaten his bloodline, Rocky?"

"Something like that. Let's just say he probably won't be training here for the foreseeable future."

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