#i love these two so fkn much

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Edvin Ryding & Omar Rudberg YOUNG ROYALS FOREVER (2024)

[courtillyy]

moodboard: fred x wesley

[smoreal]

Being social every once in a while actually helps bc now… my mind is the good kind of scattered instead of the self-loathing kind of scattered :)

[heavenbarnes]

could you do reader with a daddy kink but with spencer reid??

ps. i recently followed and i love your work <333

Daddy handles business

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings/contains: no allusions to reader’s gender, daddy kink, making out, dry humping, dirty talk, licking (??) spencer, mentions of him using reader, could be so much fkn more

Idk if you could tell but this is set like around s13 or maybe s10 at the earliest? That’s when he embraces daddy alright, nothing earlier!

You could hear the front door opening from your bedroom, listening to the footfalls get closer to where you were.

Laying your book down against your legs, you watched the doorway- waiting for him to appear in it.

You saw his crop of messy curls before you saw the rest of him, the way he took up nearly the whole doorframe as he stepped into the room.

The way your eyes lit up immediately lifted Spencer’s own expression. He was tired, it was obvious that he was tired. But just seeing how happy you got from just seeing him? That made all the long days worth it.

Two long fingers hooked into his tie, loosening it enough so he could undo his top two buttons. You watched as the tiniest sliver of skin was revealed at the top of his neck.

“Long day?” You asked, hoping he wouldn’t see the way your hips twitched as he continued to pull on his tie.

Two long strides toward the end of the bed, his knees pressed against the base as he leaned forward. One hand reached out to grasp your ankle, holding just enough to tug you to the end of the bed.

You let it happen, book discarded to the side as Spencer pulled you far enough down to slot between your legs. He laid one palm beside your head, the other gripping your waist.

“Very long day.”

All you did was nod, gazing up at him as his wide eyes trailed over you like he was eyeing up dinner. In one way or another, he was.

Spencer trailed his hand up your torso, featherlight touches tickling against your stomach and towards your chest.

You reached out to twist his tie between your fingers, pulling him even closer to you. “What can I do to help, daddy?”

Your voice trailed off into a whimper as you spoke, knowing what it’d mean. Spencer’s voice broke in a whimper, hips bucking forward into your own.

He rolled his crotch against you, a hardness in his slacks that pressed between your thighs. He dipped even lower, lips ghosting over yours just enough.

Never enough.

Lifting your own head, you closed the gap so you could press your mouth to his. Tongue slipping onto yours, you felt his fingers tighten on your hips as he continued to grind into you.

It was heady, debauched moans ripping from your chest as he humped you like a fucking schoolboy. Lifting your hips up to meet his, you could feel the desperation practically radiating off him.

You dragged your hands down to his trousers, rubbing his cock through the fabric. You liked the sounds it made, the way his head tipped back and he bared his throat to you.

Reaching your tongue out, you ran one long lick along the column of his throat as he began humping your hand. For a moment you thought this was it, you’d lie here and let him use you however he liked.

Part of you hoped he would.

“Just like this,” Spencer huffed, hands frantically pulling at his belt as he worked his trousers off. “Daddy needs you just like this.”

[f1daydreamers]

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Fem!Reader

Summary: Arne, in hopes to focus on his team’s mental health as much as their physical, recruits a younger but just as educated psychologist to work one-to-one with the more reserved players. Trent is one of them.

A/N: 700 followers is insaneeee and sm more than i acc thought id ever get so thank you so much! f1 and/or football fans, i love u all so much ugh ALSO if ur wondering why this chapter is longer than my lifespan it’s bcos u guys deserve it for being so patient and accept it as my dearest apology xxx

Warnings: a lot of fluff actually, casual banter, a lot of coffee mentions for some fkn reason lmfao, swearing probably

Word Count: 4.9k words (18 mins reading avg)

...

You push open the door to the training pitch, the cool breeze brushing against your face as you step outside, searching for Wataru.

The headache that’s been plaguing you all morning tightens its grip, and the fresh scent of the grass seems almost too intense. You rub your forehead, trying to ease the tension while scanning the field.

Across the pitch, Trent catches your eye, his movements fluid and graceful as he makes a pass. The ball connects with his boot in a way that’s almost poetic, the sound sharp and precise.

What usually feels like music to your ears now drives another spike of pain through your already throbbing head. You wince, pressing your fingers more firmly against your temples.

Finally, you spot Wataru near the edge of the pitch, zipping up his jacket while observing the players. As you approach, he looks up, concern immediately crossing his face as he takes in your weary appearance.

“Morning, Y/N,” he greets, his voice laced with worry. “Rough start?”

You manage a tired smile that feels more like a grimace. “Yeah, not the best morning. Overslept, skipped breakfast, and now this headache won’t quit.”

Wataru nods, his concern deepening. “You shouldn’t push yourself too hard. We can cancel if you need.”

Leaning against the wall beside him, you try to relieve some of the pressure on your aching body. “Thanks, but I’ll be alright. Just.. not exactly firing on all cylinders this morning.”

A quiet settles over you as you both watch the players go through their drills.

Trent sends a perfect cross into the box, and you can’t help but remark, “at least someone’s got their energy today.”

The usual lively atmosphere - the rhythmic thud of the ball, the shouts of encouragement, the bursts of laughter - feels like an assault on your senses. Each kick sends another ripple of pain through your skull, deepening the throbbing.

Wataru notices the way your shoulders tense with each sharp noise and is about to speak when you take a deep breath, pushing off the wall and forcing steadiness into your voice.

“I’ll be upstairs,” you say softly. “When you’re ready to start, just let me know.”

He nods, understanding clear in his eyes. “Take your time, Y/N. No rush.”

You offer a grateful smile before turning to head back inside. Each step is a conscious effort to stay composed. The quiet of the training centre seems more inviting than ever, a much-needed refuge from the relentless pounding in your head.

...

"Long night?" Trent remarked as he spotted Wataru holding two cups of coffee. His brows furrowed in mild surprise, though his tone remained light as he gestured toward the cups.

Wataru chuckled and shook his head. “Not for me. One of these is for Y/N.”

Trent’s expression shifted slightly, his brows relaxing as he nodded. “Oh.”

“She mentioned she skipped breakfast,” Wataru explained, “so I thought coffee might help.”

Trent glanced at the black coffee in Wataru’s hand, steam rising from the cup. His face remained neutral, but there was a subtle twitch at the corner of his lips before he spoke again.

“She doesn’t drink it black,” Trent said matter-of-factly.

Wataru blinked in surprise, glancing down at one of the cups. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” Trent replied, trying to sound casual. He looked away, his voice quiet but with a slight edge.

“You might want to add some milk and a bit of sweetener. I’ve never seen her drink it.. like that.”

“Ah, thanks,” Wataru said, giving him a nod as the coffee machine hummed in the background.

Trent responded with a curt nod of his own, the awkwardness of the moment settling over him.

As he waited for the machine to finish, he rubbed the back of his neck, obviously trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that’d crept up on him.

Finally, he poured himself a cup, his movements deliberate but distracted.

He never assumed he knew your coffee preferences, but the fact that he actually did only disturbed him.

Wataru exited the canteen, but Trent remained standing in his place, staring down at his cup. The liquid swirling as he gave it a half-hearted stir, his mind lost in thought.

He’d been trying to keep his distance from you, aiming to stay focused on his own routines. You were just another face at the training centre, someone there to do a job like everyone else.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

So why had he noticed how you took your coffee? Why did it matter to him?

The thought nagged at him, making him feel off balance. He didn’t like it.

He didn’t like that he was starting to notice these little things about you, almost as if he was beginning to care. It made him feel uneasy, like he was losing his grip on the boundaries he’d set for himself.

He shook his head, wiping the bottom of the spoon on the rim of his cup before setting it down on the tray.

The nagging sensation in his chest made him feel vulnerable, and Trent Alexander-Arnold wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable. He was supposed to be focused, dedicated, with his head in the game and his heart firmly off the field.

He took a sip of his coffee, the bitter taste barely registering as he tried to shake off the uncomfortable thought.

The truth was, he’d been noticing you for a while now.

The way you moved, the sound of your laugh, the determination with which you threw yourself into your work - it was hard to ignore.

And he’d been trying to push those thoughts away, shoving them into the back of his mind where they couldn’t distract him.

But every now and then, they crept back in, uninvited and unwelcome.

He let out a deep breath and finally decided to move. He followed the same route Wataru had taken just a few minutes earlier.

As he stepped out of the canteen, he saw his teammate engaged in conversation with one of the backroom staff, overhearing snatches of words like "reschedule" and "now."

His attention drifted as he passed by, noticing Ibou absorbed in what looked like cricket highlights playing on the TV. Yet his mind was still clouded, so much so that he barely noticed when his name was called.

“Trent!” The voice cut through the haze, pulling him back to the present. He turned to see Wataru waving him over, his expression a mix of urgency and apology.

He hesitated for a moment before walking over, his footsteps heavy. “What’s up?” He asked, aiming to sound casual.

Wataru glanced at the staff member, then back at him. “I’ve got to go see Arne,” he said, his voice low. “Can you do me a favour?”

Trent raised an eyebrow, half-expecting to be asked to cover a training session or run an errand. “Depends,” he said slowly.

He saw Wataru’s gaze shift to the coffee cups in his hands, and he felt his stomach sink. A chorus of silent ‘no no no’s’ echoed in his mind, ignored by whatever higher powers may've been listening.

Wataru hesitated for a moment, a conflicted look on his face, before finally holding one of the cups out to him. “Do you mind taking this up to Y/N for me?”

Trent hesitated, frowning. “Can’t someone else do it?”

The faces of the two men standing opposite him twisted into mild confusion, as if that was the last response they expected.

"It won’t take you long."

His eyes flickered over. He clenched his jaw, not wanting to get involved. The last thing he needed was to play delivery boy, especially for you.

He was about to refuse again when he saw the concern in Wataru’s eyes. With a resigned sigh, he took the cup.

“Fine,” he grumbled.

Wataru’s face broke into a grateful but meek smile. He hurried off, leaving Trent to stare down at the cup in his hand, feeling a mix of irritation and something else he couldn’t quite name.

He headed toward the stairs, his steps slow, each one weighed down by the internal debate raging in his head.

He could just throw it out.

The thought crossed his mind almost immediately.

Dump the coffee and be done with it. You’d never know. And then he wouldn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of seeing you.

But then again, Wataru would find out. He’d ask you about the coffee later, and if it never made it to you, Trent would have to come up with some kind of excuse.

Wataru might be easygoing, but he wasn’t dumb. Trent didn’t need anyone questioning him, especially over something as trivial as a cup of coffee.

He gripped the cup tighter, feeling the warmth seep through the paper. It’d be so easy to turn around, head back to the kitchen, and pour it down the sink.

Out of sight, out of mind.

He could almost picture it - the splash of tan liquid spinning down the drain, washing his hands of this whole situation.

But then there was the part of him that knew better, the part that had been growing louder lately. The part that remembered the way you looked this morning, rubbing your temples, the pain etched across your face.

He made his way down the hallway, taking the stairs one at a time until he stood outside your door.

He hesitated, he hated this strange, unfamiliar urge to do something nice for someone here. And for you, of all people.

It was annoying, unsettling.

Realising both hands were full, he resorted to tapping the toe of his trainer against the wooden door, three quick thuds echoing through the corridor.

Silence.

He clicked his tongue in frustration and tried again, tapping harder.

Still nothing.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” he muttered, irritation lacing his words.

As he stood there, a familiar figure sauntered down the corridor. Harvey noticed Trent’s growing agitation and, with a smirk, made his way over to investigate.

“What are you doing?” Harvey asked, his accented voice dripping with amusement. His eyes shifted from Trent’s face to the coffee cups, then to the trainer tapping rhythmically against the door.

“I’m knocking, genius,” Trent replied, his voice edged with sarcasm. He let out a sigh through his nose, tipping his head back slightly as Harvey's eyes flickered between him and the door.

“Since when do you ever knock?” Harvey questioned, eyebrows raised in mock disbelief.

Trent’s mouth opened to retort, but nothing came out. He hated to admit it, but he was right. He never knocked.

A beat of silence passed before Trent jerked his chin toward the door. “Get the door for me, yeah?”

Harvey grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. “I kinda wanna see how long you’ll keep this up,” he teased, his tone light.

Trent shot him a glare, though the corners of his mouth twitched with reluctant amusement.

“Alright, alright. Keep your hair on.” Harvey chuckled, relenting. He stepped forward, pressing down on the handle and pushing the door open.

Trent manoeuvred through the doorway, using the back of his shoulder to nudge it open the rest of the way, careful not to spill the coffee. He cast a sidelong glance at his friend, who leaned against the door frame with a smirk.

“See? Was that so hard?” Harvey quipped, his tone dripping with amusement.

“Yeah, yeah,” Trent muttered, rolling his eyes.

He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room. Everything in your office looked untouched, as if you'd entered and gone straight to your desk. You were slumped over, head resting in one hand, elbow propped up on the wooden surface.

Either you’d fallen asleep, or...

“Is she dead?” Harvey asked.

"Here's hoping.” Trent mumbled in response.

He took a step closer, clearing his throat softly, but you remained oblivious.

Trent’s gaze flickered around the room, his usual composure faltering as he took in your dishevelled state. Despite his attempts to remain detached, seeing you like this stirred something deep within him that he couldn’t quite ignore.

With a sigh, he shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of the unease that had settled over him. He carefully placed the coffee on the desk beside you, his movements deliberate.

Tentatively, he reached out, his fingers barely grazing your shirt as if testing the waters.

When you remained unresponsive, he mustered the courage to place his full hand on your shoulder and gave you a gentle shake.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than he intended. “I’ve got your coffee.”

You stirred, lifting your head and blinking groggily. He removed his hand, straightening his back.

“Trent?” You mumbled, still half-asleep. The smell of the coffee faintly registered in your mind. “You didn’t have to..”

He shrugged, attempting to sound casual. “Wataru asked me to bring it up. And, well..” He glanced at you, feeling an unfamiliar tug of something he couldn’t quite name. “I figured you might need it.”

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “Thanks. I really do.”

As he was about to leave, he noticed the pile of paperwork cluttered next to your computer, the chaos suggesting you’d been battling through it despite your headache.

“I, uh..” His voice faltered slightly. “Need any help with that?“

You were about to reply when Harvey’s voice cut in, disbelief evident in his tone. “You’re offering to help?”

Trent shifted uncomfortably, his back still turned to Harvey as he rolled his eyes. You caught the movement and chuckled softly.

“Not offering. Just—” He turned to see Harvey’s amused expression and added hastily, “—just making sure she's not swamped. Is that a crime?”

Harvey shrugged, crossing his arms. “Not at all. Just didn’t think you had it in you.”

Trent picked up half of the stack, maybe more, his actions earnest but guarded.

You watched him with a mix of gratitude and surprise, taking a sip of the coffee and feeling the soothing warmth begin to ease your headache.

Harvey raised an eyebrow, still leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “Well, well. Didn’t think I’d see the day Trent Alexander-Arnold played the hero.”

Trent’s lips curled into a slight smile, his cheeks reddening as he held up a stack of papers toward Harvey. “Want to help?”

Harvey raised his hands in mock surrender, pushing himself off the doorframe. “I’ll leave you two to it. Have fun, lovebirds.”

As he departed, your cheeks warmed slightly, but you quickly shifted your focus to your inbox. An email from Arne caught your eye at the top, informing you that your session with Wataru had been rescheduled.

You exhaled, thinking, I slept through it anyway.

Trent, meanwhile, had sunk onto the couch, peeling off the top sheet of the document. He placed the remaining papers neatly on the cabinet beside him and studied the single sheet in his hand with a skeptical frown.

The bold black text at the top seemed to glare back at him: "For Liverpool FC Staff Only."

He paused, his fingers grazing the corner of the page. "I can read these, right?"

You glanced over, a small smile touching your lips as you met his gaze. “Yeah, they're just things I need to acknowledge I've read,” you said with a casual shrug, your voice carrying a hint of nonchalance.

Trent tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as he flipped the document over. “Seems a bit counter-productive, though,” he remarked.

“Not really. I never actually read them,” you explained nonchalantly.

A smirk played at the corners of his mouth. “And here I thought you were all about dedication to your job,” he said, his voice trailing off with a mocking edge.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, picking up your coffee cup again after dragging the stack of remaining papers closer.

“I am dedicated,” you replied with a hint of a smile, “but finance just doesn’t interest me. I skim.”

He hummed, his eyes scanning the text.

You paused before starting on your work, glancing over at Trent. “Anything important, just make sure you tell me.”

Trent looked up, his expression blank but his voice dripping with sarcasm. “What if I want to skim read?”

You smiled, shaking your head as you turned your attention back to the papers. “Shut up, Trent.”

His gaze lingered on you, a smirk playing at his lips as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. He finally looked away, his smile widening just slightly.

...

The soft shuffle of papers and the occasional scratch of your pen had become a rhythmic background noise in the room.

Your headache had lessened thanks to the coffee and the company, but the stack of paperwork in front of you still felt like an endless mountain.

As you reached the final couple of documents, you heard Trent stand up from the couch.

You looked over just in time to see him stretching his arms above his head, the motion causing his shirt to lift slightly, revealing a sliver of toned skin beneath.

You swallowed, instinctively folding your lips inwards as your eyes lingered for a moment too long.

He was an athlete, after all, so naturally, he was fit, as any athlete would be. But seeing it up close stirred something in you that you quickly tried to dismiss.

He caught your glance, and instead of saying anything, Trent poked his tongue into his cheek, clearly holding back a remark.

His lips pressed together in a restrained smirk, like he was biting back a teasing comment. He didn’t want to overstep, especially in the middle of a setting like this one, and God forbid he came across like he’d noticed too much.

Your face grew warm, and you immediately redirected your attention back to the papers in front of you, pretending to scan over the same paragraph you had just read.

But the words on the page were a blur, the previous focus you had was gone, and all you could feel was your heart beating a little too fast, a bit too aware of his presence nearby.

He placed the now neatly organised stack of papers he had been working on back onto your desk. “These just need your signature now,” he said, his voice casual, but you could sense a hint of satisfaction.

You raised an eyebrow. “You finished all of them?”

He nodded, unfazed. He pulled out a folded A4 paper from his pocket.

“I made a note.. of everything that was important.” His fingers unfolded the paper to reveal messy, scribbled handwriting - a far cry from the neat, printed reports you were used to seeing.

But the gesture behind it was unexpectedly sweet.

You stared at the paper in his hand for a moment, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Trent, ever the enigma, had actually taken the time to make sure you didn’t miss anything crucial. His expression was calm, neutral even, but you knew deep down this was one of those moments he’d never let you thank him for.

“Thanks, Trent. That’s.. really thoughtful of you.” The words felt too light, not enough to fully express your gratitude, but you also knew him well enough to recognise that overpraising him would probably make him uncomfortable.

As expected, he shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make a habit of needing me for this stuff.”

You laughed softly, the sound light and refreshing. “I’ll try not to.”

There was a beat of silence before he shoved the note toward you, his eyes finally meeting yours for a brief second. "Make sure you check my notes, though. My handwriting’s a bit shit.”

You took the note from his hand, your fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment.

“I’ll make sure to decipher it,” you teased lightly, glancing down at the paper covered in hurried scrawls.

As Trent turned to leave, he paused at the door, glancing back at you. “Take it easy, Y/N. Can’t have you passing out on us.”

You nodded, cheeks flushed, as you fiddled with the paper between your fingers. The door clicked shut behind him, and you let out a deep breath.

The room suddenly felt quieter, emptier, but your mind wasn’t letting go. You pressed your lips together, trying to focus on the documents in front of you, but your thoughts kept drifting back to him - his quiet gestures, the sarcastic remarks, the infuriating smirks.

It was maddening how easily he got under your skin, how a simple glance could set your pulse racing.

Then, the memory played again in your mind, torturously vivid - the door shutting, the way he'd looked at you before leaving.

But then it hit you. Y/N.

Your mouth parted, breath hitching as the realisation dawned. He’d said your name.

For the first time, it wasn’t “psychologist.” It was your actual name.

Since you’d started here, you hadn't noticed how much that label created a barrier, a distance. Now, the memory of him saying your name replayed on a loop, breaking through that invisible wall.

You hadn’t realised how much you wanted to hear it from him.

Until now.

...

You were making your way down the hallway towards the cafeteria when you saw Wataru walking towards you. You exchanged polite smiles, a small gesture of recognition, as you passed by each other.

But something made you pause, and you turned back, calling after him.

“Wataru!” You said, a grateful grin crossing your face. He turned around, his eyes curious.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you added, your voice light with appreciation.

Wataru's smile widened as he slowed his pace. “Did Trent bring it up?” He asked, shifting his weight where he stood.

“Yeah, he did,” you confirmed.

“How’s the headache?” He asked, a soft concern in his tone.

“Gone,” you replied, your hand instinctively reaching up to run over the skin on your forehead. “Thanks to you.”

Wataru nodded, clearly pleased.

You studied him for a moment, your curiousity getting the best of you. You tilted your head ever so slightly and asked, “how did you know how I liked it? My coffee, I mean?”

He raised an eyebrow, caught off guard for a moment, then shook his head with a quiet laugh. “I didn’t,” he said plainly, his expression easy.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, your lips parting as you waited for him to explain further.

Wataru chuckled again and leaned in slightly, a conspiratorial tone in his voice. “Trent told me. Said you didn’t like it plain.”

Your heart skipped a beat, surprise flickering across your face. “Really?” You asked, your voice mellow with disbelief. “I didn’t know he knew that.”

Wataru smiled, watching the realisation dawn on you. “He’s an attentive boy,” he added with a nod, his tone thoughtful.

You blinked, processing his words. “Yeah,” you breathily replied, your brows lifting in agreement.

“Guess he is.”

...

Trent finished zipping up his thin jacket with a final click, the sound resonating softly as he shut the door to the vacant computer room behind him. He patted his pockets, making sure he had everything.

Across the hallway, you were locking your office door, your focus intent as you fumbled with the key.

Your eyes met at the exact same moment - yours lifting from the office door just as Trent’s eyes drifted from the closed computer room.

“Hey,” you greeted, a small, tired smile curving your lips.

Trent’s gaze flickered to your lips before settling back on your eyes, a subtle shift in his expression. “Hey,” he replied, his tone soft and casual, with an undertone of something more.

The corridor felt oddly intimate, the quiet hum of the lights and distant echoes were all you could hear. You adjusted your bag on your shoulder, gently clearing your throat.

Trent massaged the back of his shoulder, having had to stare at a computer for a number of hours, a gesture that revealed his own weariness.

“Long day?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah.” You nodded, briefly looking down before meeting his eyes again. “Caught up on some stuff with Wataru. And you?”

“Same,” Trent said with a small shrug, his gaze lingering a moment longer than usual. “Online seminar ran late.”

You stood there for a moment as the hallway seemed to close in around you, your small smiles communicating a quiet understanding.

“You heading out now?” Trent asked gently, his voice almost hesitant as if not wanting to break the moment.

“Yeah, just heading home. I'm assuming you're the same.” You replied, shifting your bag once more.

“Yep,” Trent said, his eyes meeting yours.

"Walk with me?" You tilted your head to the end of the hallway where the stairs led downstairs.

He looked over, swallowing as he nodded his head. "Sure."

You both turned, your shoulders grazing ever so slightly as you walked in what felt like a comfortable silence together, descending the stairs.

You walked side by side toward the building’s exit. Brian, stationed by the manually operated door on the same wall as the now-locked automatic ones, gave it a gentle push open.

"See you tomorrow, Brian." You expressed with a genuine smile, giving him a small wave.

"See you, love. Have a good night, son." He replied warmly.

"You too." Trent added.

He stepped aside though as he turned slightly, his body angled to give you clear passage. With a subtle sweep of his hand, he motioned for you to go ahead before him.

You slipped past, your back brushed lightly against his chest, the brief contact making your stomach flip in an instant.

The sensation caught you off guard, sending a jolt of warmth through your body. You felt like a schoolgirl again, every accidental touch with a crush igniting a fire in your limbs.

Crush? You blinked, shaking the thought out of your head quickly. Nope, nope. That’s not it.

You exhaled quietly, trying to steady yourself, looking back as Trent caught up beside you.

A brisk gust of wind whipped around you both. Instinctively, you tucked the loose strands of hair that had escaped your bun behind your ear, crossing your arms over your chest to keep warm.

Trent shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, his breath visible in the cold air.

“Getting colder,” you commented.

“No shit,” Trent agreed, his voice a bit strained against the chill. “Summer ended quick.”

"You can talk, you weren’t even in the country," you teased, giving him a sidelong glance.

Trent didn’t miss a beat, replying almost instantly, "you didn’t even work here then, how would you know?"

You opened your mouth to respond but hesitated, the words not quite forming in time. Trent noticed and grinned, his smugness unmistakable.

“Someone stalking my Insta?”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the grin threatening to break out. “Please. You think you’re that interesting?”

Trent shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “Can’t blame ya. I mean, half the world’s got eyes on me.”

“Half the world, huh?” You shot back, arching a brow. “I didn’t realise your four friends counted as ‘half the world' now.”

He chuckled, tucking his chin deeper into his jacket. “Still more friends than you’ve got.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” you replied smoothly, flashing a grin. “I’ve got friends, too. Just.. a bit more exclusive.”

“Exclusive, eh?” Trent said, his tone mock-serious.

"Mhm," you trailed off, smiling.

As you walked, your mind wandered back to earlier in the day, remembering how he’d said your name. It was brief, almost casual, but it had stuck with you. It had felt different, personal.

And now, it replayed in your head, over and over.

Without fully realising it, you broke the silence. “You said my name.”

Trent’s steps slowed as he processed your words, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. “What?”

You looked down, cheeks flushed from the cold - or maybe something else. “When you left my office earlier, you called me by my name.”

Trent pressed his bottom lip up to his top as he thought back. “Pretty sure I’ve said your name before.”

“Not to me,” you said, glancing up at him with a hopeful look.

He tilted his head. “And why’s that so important?”

“Because.. it is,” you admitted, a hint of vulnerability slipping through. “To me, it is.”

Trent's muscles relaxed as his eyes roved over your features. “The bar's in hell, huh?”

You laughed, the sound warm and genuine, cutting through the chill. You nudged his arm with your hand.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest to trap the heat.

You finally approached Trent’s car, and he turned to you with a nod before pressing the unlock button on his keys.

You watched as he walked closer to his car door and opened it. The quiet of the evening was interrupted by your voice, again.

“Thanks for the coffee,” you said, raising your voice slightly to cut through the wind.

Trent's lips twitched, biting his bottom one to hold back from taking any credit. “I didn’t make your coffee.”

“Don’t lie, Trent. It doesn’t suit you." You remarked, scrunching your nose and shaking your head.

For a moment, his eyes stayed on you, lingering with a soft intensity. You held his gaze, feeling an unspoken connection. The seconds stretched on as you both seemed to take in the moment, your heart racing slightly in the charged silence.

Trent eventually looked away, fiddling with the keys in his hand.

“Get out of the way before I run you over." He quipped, his voice lighthearted.

“Charming,” you retorted.

Trent shook his head, getting into his car.

You began walking towards the pedestrian gate, hearing the engine of his car start up as you turned to give him one last glance before starting your short walk home.

...

Part 7

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›› choso x 18+f!reader

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

›› still sticky from the mess both of you made, choso prefers to cuddle you for a long time, skin to skin. he likes to feel your warmth when he spoons you (although he does like to be little spoon sometimes too!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

›› he likes his hands the most. he definitely knows how to maneuver his fingers with precise motions. he knows what he's doing

›› he thinks it'd be cruel to pick just one part of your body that is his favorite, when everything about you is his favorite. so he would say all. but if you kept bugging him about it, he'd confess it's ur thighs. he definitely likes laying his head in ur lap and taking naps, or just squishing them <33

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

›› he thinks cum swapping is hot tbh. sometimes he tells you to not swallow all of it so he can kiss you after. (bonus: just likes fluids like cum + spit teehee). also loves cumming inside you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

›› he has stolen your used panties before and used them. multiple times. in multiple ways. you thought the washing machine just magically ate them, but no, choso is a little pervert

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

›› although he's always been a lil freaky, he doesn't actually have much experience outside of your relationship. you kind of woke something in him tho. at first you had to teach him, but they always say the student surpasses the teacher :3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

›› mating press.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

›› he can be both. sometimes you can see the super concentrated look on his face, but usually he's really laid back and in tune with yours and his emotions / feelings. if something funny happens (like a queef) he will laugh. but so do you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

›› he does what you like tbh. (this is not a cop out answer he just thinks since ur the one down there that u should tell him what to do)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

›› he's so fkn cute fr. he loves holding your hand in whatever position you're in, intertwining his fingers with yours. he definitely whimpers and says "i love you" like a million times in a session

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

›› aside from the used panties stuff, he tries to limit the solo stuff. he'd rather save his loads for you than waste it in his hands. but on the off chance he does feel the urge, he's either using something of yours or watching the many videos you two made together

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

›› mommy kink frfr. he loves calling you mommy. and although he is a switch and does like to dom, nothing beats being taken care of by his mommy <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

›› literally anywhere. he will do it anywhere he doesn't even care. choso thinks semi public stuff is fun, like the forest or beach.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

›› anything to do with you. looking at you, hearing your voice, smelling you, thinking about you, literally anything.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

›› he couldn't do any pain towards you or even that much from you. choso would be fine w/ a light slap or spank, but nothing too rough ><

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

›› absolutely loves eating you out. he is a certified munch every day of the week. he could do only that and still feel satisfied. (he definitely jerks himself during that or dry humps the bed)

›› he loves you throat fucking him, but not as much as your cunt. he'd rather use that

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

›› both :3 starts out pretty slow and rhythmic but as he feels himself approach his orgasm he starts erratically and frantically fucking into you

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

›› it's alright, but he prefers longer sessions and would rather wait until you have a few hours alone

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

›› he will try anything you suggest to him. anything you are curious about he's instantly the #1 fan of

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

›› multiple rounds, an hour at least. he likes to switch up positions and take breaks with foreplay and toys to extend the fun time tbh

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

›› loves being leashed and collared by you. but also the same to him. he uses whatever you want, vibrators, dildos, plugs, etc on you. he sees it as a great way to have more fun

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

›› he prefers being teased more. he likes you bullying him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

›› this man WHIMPERS a lot. such a slutty yet angelic sound tho tbh. he's loud, vocal, and likes to talk

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

›› too scared to ask you to wear thigh highs and let him thigh fuck you but he drools thinking abt it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

›› 5 in soft, 7.5 in hard. cut, slightly curved, pale base like #FFF1E4, gradient towards the tip which is much redder like #FFD3CA, fluid #FEFEFE, slightly salty

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

›› as much as he can do it. he's a horndog fr. multiple times a day at least. but he always respects when you tell him no ^_^

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

›› near instantly. the post-sex cuddling almost always ends with him snoring within minutes :3

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WHAT YOUR HIGHER SELF WANTS TO TELL YOU 💫🌟

Hello my loves!!!

I am back.

Love being MIA (jk jk I miss it so much, but life just has been holy crap) Here's a reading on what your higher self wants to tell you. Which Ive been trying to do since fkn last week of October, and finally here I am!!

Oh I am also going to start doing paid readings I guess, I am so excited!!! (but after November because end term exams are upon me)

Lets get to the reading!!

Choose whatever pile resonates with you, whatever does not, remember to just pass it on🥰

Pile 1>>2>>3

Pile 1

Hello love!

Welcome to your pile!

So starting off, your higher self is warning you about the people who are around you. While I was connecting with the higher self for the messages, it felt like there was this huge bundle of snakes intertwined and you were at the centre of it. You might be surrounded by people who do not have your best interest at heart. 

Since they were so intertwined and you were literally at the core of it, it seems like they have sllithered there way into your closest and innermost circle, but not because they genuinely want to be there, but it may be because they want to get some gossip from you, or they want to reap the rewards for the hard work you have done. You know sort of like, parasitic situation.

For you oracle we have

The Bee and Pomegranate: productivity

This card is making me think that they are either jealous of your productivity and want to know how you are doing it so they can as well, or they really want to piggy back on your success and call it theirs. 

With the Bee I think, it is time for you to identify the issues in your hive, and start eliminating them. You might feel a little suspicious about them sometimes but brush away that thought thinking you’re just being paranoid. But, if your intuition is constantly pulling your attention towards that, and if you’re having a bad feeling, its time to sting that *beep* and cut them out of your life. 

I am getting that you might start having some issues while you’re with them, like getting a headache, your energy levels being drained even though you were fine seconds ago. Having stomach issues after having a meal with them, your electric appliances would stop working, something like that.

I also saw this forked snake typa thing, which had two heads, and basically they are double faced and a snake to everyone and aren’t true to anybody. Just felt like mentioning it here.

For your tarot cards, we have,

Ace of Cups and The Emperor (reverse)

I feel like, because of the people around you, and their negative energies towards you, new opportunities might be blocked from coming to you.

You might feel the energy of something new coming, but then it just does not. Also, you do not have your cup full. Because of all that energy draining by these people, you only feel happy superficially, or because you are supposed to feel happy with your friends. But actually, deep down in reality, your soul knows you deserve better and these aren’t the people who are going to fill your cup.

You’ve got better opportunities waiting for you, you’ve got a whole empire waiting for you with The Emperor, but you need the right people in your court who will help you get there. Community is important, and being alone sucks, especially if you’re in a new place, could be a new school, a new university, a new job and you are afraid of letting them go because what if nobody else is there.

But until you take that risk, you will never find out. And honestly, right now, even being alone for a little while would be good for you to rejuvenate yourself and align yourself with the life that you really want, with the people that you really want.

That’s all I have for you today! Thank you so much for reading 🎀🌻Please let me know what resonated I love hearing from y'all<3

Pile 2

Hello love!

Welcome to your pile!

Idk what it is with this reading, but saw snakes for this pile as well  (I was literally playing slither.io rn), but in a veryyy different light as compared to the first pile. Basically, you know like there are two sides of you, the light and the dark, the yin and the yang sort of a thing. Except, I saw one side more earthy, nature ish and grounded I guess, and the other is just the same thing but… horror ish. You know thorny forest and dark night things. 

I think what your higher self is trying to tell you is that you gotta embrace all of yourself. All the parts, the good, bad, light, dark etc etc etc. It happens sometimes when you realise some weird (dark trait/habit so to say) of yours and then you fixate on that and you end up believing you’re not a very good person (HOLY FKN CRAP the universe just aligned in such a weird way I cannot even, gonna give context in a bit). 

But just because you believe you’re not a good person doesn’t mean that you don’t have the good qualities in you. And vice-versa as well, sometimes when we do light work, we tend to forget our shadow selves, or repress it. Which isn’t…ideal. Ya know?

You gotta embrace everything.. Just like the big snakes circle the little ones in slither.io (such weird analogies holy crap)

Okay so I do use costar (i am aware people dislike it, but its daily messages hit right at the spot. But today’s did not make sense to me, until NOW)

Okay anywho, moving on

Your oracle cards are:

The Caiman and Poppy: dreams

The Hawk and Thistle: graceful persistence

They are going to make more sense with the tarot cards so I am just going to mention them here,

Queen of Swords, 6 of pentacles (reversed), Ace of Wands and 3 of Wands

I feel like there has been some passion project sort of thing you have been wanting to pursue, but not getting the motivation, or you know the nicer way to do it. You may start doing it but then leave it after sometime because it is not providing you the happiness that you thought it would. Its not because you’re doing the wrong thing, its probably because there’s another way to do the thing, where you’ll enjoy it to the core.

This ‘new’ way of doing the thing might be revealed to you in your dreams. Your higher self may come to you in dream state and then reveal what is to be done. Now of course, ain’t that easy, they may not tell you exactly what you have to do, but tell you in some weird ass format which you might have to decode later on.

I am also getting the vibe that do not share this new thing with the people around you, I think. Not until it is successful anyway. I know its fun when you go and be like “Yo I had this epiphany in a dream” and blabber it all out. But for the time being, keeping the thing to yourself would be more beneficial to you. The Hawk from the oracle card has got sharp eyes and is on the lookout. Now its not to say that people are out for you or will take your ideas blah blah, but I think its for your own sake. You know sometimes you tell a person something and the whole excitement just blows away? Think of it as avoiding this scenario. 

Anyways! I hope whatever this new thing is, it brings back your spark for doing the things you are passionate about and this time receiving the serotonin with it as well!

That’s all I have for you today! Thank you so much for reading🎀🌻Please let me know what resonated I love hearing from y'all<3

Pile 3

Hello love!

Welcome to your pile!

SO OKAY! 

Everybody who chose this pile, like fkn immediately go and connect to your higher selves, they have SO MUCH TO SAY and I can only cover so much (sorry higher selves I am trying my best here)

Okay so, gonna explain everything together, your oracle card is:

The Antelope and Wheat: nourishment

What I felt is like, you know, you have multiple personalities, moods and what not. Like one day you’re like Yay Party and then two days later you’re just hibernating happily. You’re being told to nourish all the various aspects you have of yourself. 

Wanna go clubbing. Sure!

Wanna stay in and sleep in your cute pajamas. Sure!

Wanna go on a solo date/trip. Sure!

Don’t deprive any one of them, if you feel like you do not have enough resources to do so, or just because, it is easier to just lie down or do something else instead of doing what you actually want. 

I’ll explain more with your tarot cards:

King of Pentacles, 3 of swords, 7 of swords, The Chariot, The Hierophant, 4 of pentacles and Ace of pentacles

(see I told you they have a lot to say)

Coming back on track, I feel like you wanna reach the King of pentacles before you nourish yourself, you know have absolute abundance of money, energy, health and what not. 

But it is also possible that sometimes, you aren’t the King of Pentacles, you might be the Queen, the Knight, the Paige and this or that, and then it breaks your heart that you know “oh I can’t do this, I am low on resources”.

But that’s just your brain being wacky, and since you aren’t fulfilling all of your needs, it sort of snatches away happiness from other things as well. I mean of course you’ll be happy doing what you can but then you’ll know something is missing and that’s not the experience you wanna have with the things you love.

Your Higher self is telling you to keep moving forward, do not let your wacky brain control you with its weird ass thoughts (easier said than done). Do not reserve yourself from living your life to the fullest, because of minor here’s and there’s. Its pentacles, it’s gonna get refreshed any which ways and you’ll always be in a cycle of receiving it and giving it away.

This thinking might have been ingrained in you since childhood, through your home, or society or the community that you live in. Which is okay, I mean if you were brought up like that, obviously you will live that way. You know, Asian parents being like you can’t have fun for 2 days in a row! Which is makes zero sense (been there done that)

Try detaching yourself from that mindset if you are able to, because there’s a much livelier version of yourself to live as and they are looking forward to you taking steps towards them!!

That’s all I have for you today! Thank you so much for reading🎀🌻Please let me know what resonated I love hearing from y'all<3

[cvntluver444]

i fkn love ur writing holy shit, if ur taking requests can u pls do some fluffy cuddly clingy ellie (need her i’m so lonely 😭😭😭)

bedtime routine ellie williams

☁︎ summary : the request! 🤍

☁︎ warnings : intended lowercase, first fluff!!, short little wip, and i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!

☁︎ a/n : thank you so so much anon ❤️❤️ i’ve been feeling really insecure about my writing lately so im happy to receive your kind words and your request to switch it up a bit!! it means a lot!! i hope you enjoy!! <3

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you stretched out and let out a yawn as you and ellie walked into your room. you had just finished watching a movie and were so excited to end the night by laying in your bed and falling asleep next to your girlfriend.

“let me lay on you,” she begs, you giggle and she lays her head on her chest and you give her a big hug. you press a kiss on her head, whispering an “i love you”.

she lifts her head up for a moment to give you a peck on the lips. “i love you more,” she tells you, a big smile on her face. she starts kissing you again and you have to push her away and she pouts. she goes back to the position she was in and you start tracing circles on her back.

ellie put wrapped her arms under you and squeezed. she rubs her head against you and inhales. “you smell so good,” she breathes out. you giggle and thank her.

“you compliment me too much,” you tell her.

“how could i not compliment the most beautiful human in the world?” she questions, sarcasm laced in her voice. your cheeks turn red. after being together for how long you have been, you and ellie still know exactly what to say to each other to cause butterflies to form in your stomachs.

“um actually i think you’re the most beautiful human in the world,” you bite back. she gets up again and play shoves you. you laugh as she comes up to lay next to you. you turn around so you’re looking into her eyes. you trail your fingers up her arm, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. your thumb caresses her cheek before your fingertips reach a piece of her hair that you tuck behind her ear. because you were dating the clingiest woman in the world, you always knew how much personal attention meant to her.

after a couple seconds of staring at each other, she leans in and places a long kiss on your lips. you two move your lips in unison, paying no attention to anything besides each other. after couple minutes, you two pull apart and catch your breath. you stare at each other some more before leaning into each other again.

“i love you so much ellie,” you tell her, trying to get as close as you possibly can to her.

“i love you so much more.” she says, as she now places a kiss on the crown of your head. the sound of her heartbeat lulls you to sleep, your light snores causing ellie to fall into a deep sleep shortly after.

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☁︎ a/n : i hope you enjoyed!! i neverrrr read fluff so this was fun to write teehee

[madamechrissy]

Fractured Desires Ch 9 Preview

Pairing- yandere gojo x fem reader-explicit

MDNI- so much yandere, public sex, dacryphilia and breeding kink, Gojo fkn psycho 🤭❤️

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“There, f-fuck!” You cry out as Satoru’s got you bouncing up and down his cock in his office, he’s leaned back in his chair, your skirt bunched up on your hips, he’s using it to pull you down, shoving against your cervix.

“Shut that pretty mouth, slutty brat.” He whispers, a hand over your mouth as he rolls his hips, grinding, and you’re screaming into it, hands clutching the cherry wood of his desk. “Can’t keep quiet, I won't let you cum, I’ll just bust in you.”

“Mmm.” You whine, looking at him with big eyes, and he chuckles a bit, lifting his hand and kissing you, tongues slipping together, your breath coming in little pants.

“You really think I would ever not let you cum?” He whispers, reaching a hand around to toy with your clit, which twitches under his touch, your body jerking. You shake your head, rolling your hips for more of that friction.

“N-no, I know… you… Toru!”

“That’s it.” He stands then, bending you over the desk, and takes the panties around your ankles, sliding them off your ankles, before shoving them in your mouth. You try to yank them out, but he’s got your two hands behind you now, your wrists in his big grip. “Gotta shut that pretty mouth.”

He smacks your ass then, pushing your entire body up on the desk, your legs dangling, so he could get your hips where he wants, fucking you so hard you can’t function. His thick length is stretching you out so good you can’t stand it, crying out against the fabric of the panties, shivering as the cold vent of his office blows cool air on bare skin, so overheated from his play.

You’ve been in Satoru Gojo’s office so, so many times, but never like this, you’d been with Suguru then, and you and Suguru had fucked in his office, but god it was nothing like this. Like him overtaking you, owning you, fucking your body and your mind up so goddamn good. Satoru’s pouty pink lips are against your ear now, his breathy moans washing through you.

“Feel so fucking perfect, god I love you.” Your eyes roll back, as he slows, pulling you up by your pony tail, to arch your back, as he shoves in deep.

“Mmm!” You want to say it back, that you love him, as your cunt is dripping down Satoru’s lengthy cock, 

“Can’t say it back, just mumbling, huh? Pathetic little barbie? Oh so wet, thinking about that friend?” He’s teasing you, and you spit out your panties then, glaring back at him.

“Oh, fuck you, Toru- mmm!” He flips you then, your pink pleated skirt a wrinkled fucking mess, as he presses you down on the desk, smirking.

“I won’t give you anymore threesomes, slutty girl.”

“I only want you, psychotic ass.” You whisper back, and his blue eyes glitter then, as he tilts your chin up with two fingers, kissing you softly, his free hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his hard body, clothed in a fancy three piece suit, looking so fucking good.

“Only me, forever.” He whispers against your mouth now, and you nod, gasping when his cock slides in easier now, inch by inch, your soppy little cunt sucking him in. Your hands cling to him, crumpling the expensive material of his jacket, as he kisses you over and over. “Say it for me.”

“Only you, only you Toru.” You hear him then, that little sound from the back of his throat, as your pussy is fluttering around him, tightening when the tip is dragging on your g spot.

“Never leave me, please.” His words are pleading, as his eyes shut, and he loses himself in you, on you, rolling his hips and making you closer and closer, that pressure in your tummy building more and more.

“How could I? You’re Toru.” He exhales, one hand braced on the desk, the other grabbing your thigh, pulling it over his hip and pressing in so deep, his eyes studying you intensely, fuck everything about Toru was intense, wasn’t it? It always had been, even before you got this side of him.

“I could have been doing this.” He whispers then, the coldness of his gold watch making you gasp as it presses into the muscles of your thigh now, as he bends it even higher. Your pussy sucks him right in, making Satoru tense just a bit now, slowing even more, pulling you closer so more of him could be inside of you.

“Wish you… wish you had… wish we…” You can’t finish any of your quiet sentence, not when Satoru looks at you like that, not when he feels so fucking good on you, in you, surrounding you.

“Nothing existed before me, did it? Nothing, say it pretty fucking brat.” He’s squishing your ass in his free hand now, you feel him thickening when he pumps in again, and you have to cover your mouth not to scream as you’re cumming. “Oh f-fuck… no, say it.”

He yank your hand down, and you struggle to breathe, the orgasm washing over you, but Satoru’s got that insane look, as he takes you on his desk. “Nothing.”

“Nothing exists but me in your pretty mind?”

“Nothing but you.” Your words are cut off by his big hand, while he fucks you hard again, you scream and droll against his palm, pussy gripping him so good he throws his own head back, snowy lashes fluttering shut.

“Feel so perfect, made f’me, all mine. Mine. Me.” He’s looking back at you as he repeats his insane mantra, your brows knit together, your body so overheated, you’re shaking violently now, legs struggling to grip his slender hips. “Nod, you’re too fuckin loud.”

You nod, and he exhales, as your head falls back, smacking his desk hard, but you don’t even notice, how can you? When your psychotic boyfriend is fucking you so good right next to your ex boyfriend’s office. It had taken a lot of convincing for you to come here, to see Suguru’s sad expression, and Satoru’s devious grin as he’s locked you in the office and shut the blinds.

But you’d do anything he wanted, when he looks at you like that, when he pleasures you like this, when he says those words-

“Mine, all mine. Aren’t you baby?” You nod again, his hand pressing firmer, muffling your cries, but you can hear your wet squelshing noises as his cock strokes in and out mixing with the whirling of the fan. “Want all this cum? Gonna make me a Dad, aren’t you?”

Your pussy clenches in response as you nod once more, then he’s groaning, filling your full, coating your walls with his hot ropes of cum. You’re cumming just from his cum, it’s so warm and gooey inside you, and him throbbing in you, you scream your pleasure into his hand, but he releases it then, replacing it with his lips. You taste his sweetness, the mints he’d been sucking on, tears pricking your eyes.

“Toru, l-love you s’much.” You murmur, all fucked out and looking up at him with glimmering tears. He exhales, kissing you over and over, thumbs rubbing on the apples of your cheeks.

“I love you, perfect slut for me, aren’t you?” You nod weakly, it’s all you can do, pathetic for this man, heart pounding in your ears as your body tries to calm itself, failing in his presence. He pulls out then, and you’re dripping down to his pretty gray carpet, Satoru smirks then, shoving his two fingers in your sore hole.

“Mmm, Satoru can’t take anymore.” He presses you back on the desk, pushing your legs up against you now.

“If we’re gonna make a baby you need to keep it in longer.” You’re crying at the overstimulation, his fingers shoving cum and pushing it back in. “You’re so fucking pretty like this, cum dripping out of your pussy, tears out of your eyes, drool out of those lips. Pretty little mess.”

[wickedfreakho]

You and Eren just moved into the city. The streets are busy as cars rush by, trying to get absolutely nowhere, buildings stand tall and block out certain areas of sunlight.

It's fairly nice in the heart of the city. You've had a bit of city girl in you, having traveled to the city with your parents from a small town just a few miles away.

Eren on the other hand was from the country and lived on a farm with his parents. He rarely ever visited the city unless it was to get a surprise gift for mother's day or tools that his father needed when it came to harvesting crops.

You both decided to move to the city for better job opportunities, especially since you had plans to travel the world in the future. But for now, you guys had to focus on getting and saving up the money for that.

Eren worked at an environmental justice company that helped brainstorm ideas to fix climate change while fundraising and putting in the action. You worked as a nursing assistant at a local clinic close to your apartment.

You loved your job, your apartment, your life in the city. It was quite enjoyable, especially with Eren around. When you guys both came home from work in the later afternoon, all you guys wanted to do was cuddle and soak in each other presence.

The apartment was modest, nestled in a charming brick building that has seen generations come and go. The apartment wasn't too small or too big, but just right for the both of you. There were still cardboard boxes that needed to be unpacked such as old books, personal documents, photographs and decorative items; but the important things were set up.

Today, the both of you were unpacking the rest of everything so that your apartment could take a sense of home. Eren picked up the heavy cardboard box labeled "books" and carried them over to the large white shelf closest to the balcony of the apartment.

You on the other hand, pushed the box labeled "family photos" over to the same shelf. Eventually, organizing the two to blend the both of your backgrounds and start to create a unique tapestry in this new chapter of your lives.

"Oh I have something to show you by the way" Eren exclaimed all of a sudden, his eye sparkling. Curious, you followed him out to the small balcony that overlooked the city's skyline. Eren unveiled a series of potted plants he's been nurturing overtime. "I thought we could start a small garden here on the balcony..it's not much but it's a start"

Smiling like an idiot in love, you were so touched by the gesture as you stood closer to Eren. You never noticed this, so it was a shocking surprise. "I love it! It's so perfect, thank you Ren." You looked up at him then down to his lips. It's like he read your mind when he pulled you into a gentle kiss.

The softness of his lips against yours lightened your soul. The kiss conveyed all the unspoken words and emotions you shared. It was a kiss filled with warmth and promises. A silent pledge of love as your hearts synced with the rhythm of your shared, intimate moment.

BITCH I ATE THIS SO BADD LMFAOOO anyways it look me a fkn while to find the time to write this but i hope you guys enjoy it a little. lmk if there's any grammar mistakes that need to be fixed even though i proof read.

@ wickedfreakho , pls don't copy, translate, or repost my work without my permission babes <3.

[hyukalyptus]

cw. established (new) relationship, sex, "love."

thinking about yeonjun in a new relationship falling waaayyyy too quickly, but he hides it so well. you have no idea that he's already madly in love w you after two dates. heck, he was holding back from saying it on the first date :(

everything is so new and hot between you two that y'all can't stop fucking, which doesn't help his problem..

he knows its way too soon to say anything, and he knows it'll scare you off. he can't risk it. he's finally found someone he's absolutely head over heels in love with, and its going so well..he can't.

but one night, ur pussy just feels so good and he can't hold himself back anymore. thrusts getting sloppy, the grip on ur tit getting harsher and harsher, and fuck, ur gonna make me cum. ohmygod, i'm cumming, fuckfuckfuck, i love you, god i love you so fkn much, baby.

[judeswhore]

i’d kill you if i loved you less hard - jude bellingham | instagram files

summary: your relationship with jude is complicated but that doesn’t stop you both from wreaking havoc online

pairing: situationship!jude bellingham x singer!reader

face claim: gracie abrams

notes: you can find my masterlist here. this is based on an ask i got in my hey jude :) tag and i just had to do it. pictures are not mine, credit to the original owners

yourusername

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yourusername thank u to the fan who gave me this hat u made my night🤠this has been an incredible few weeks!!

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user1 so so pretty

user2 I HAD THE BEST TIME TONIGHT

judebellingham u wearing that tiara so everyone knows ur a pillow princess🤨

↳yourusername i work for it

↳judebellingham i’ve seen socks move more than u

↳yourusername maybe u just bore me

user3 please please sing 21 at the next tour🫶🏻🫶🏻

bestfriendsuser u slayed as always

judebellingham save a horse, ride a cowgirl

↳yourusername u saying u wanna ride me?

↳judebellingham i mean if ur offering🤷

↳user4 JUDE??

vogue 🩷

braedenlemasters cowboy hats on stage is my thing.

↳yourusername but i look prettier :)

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judebellingham

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judebellingham huge game, huge win. enjoy the break❤️

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yourusername okay whore

↳judebellingham pot meet kettle

↳yourusername kinda mean :(

↳judebellingham thought u liked being my whore

↳yourusername more delusional than ur fans

user4 ^^^very weird

gioreyna my brother❤️

user5 🥰🥰🥰

user6 thighs🤤🤤🤤

↳yourusername exactly what i’ve been saying

↳judebellingham get a grip

jackgrealish come to city x

yourusername be honest what will it take for u to yell at me like this

↳gioreyna u have no shame🙄

↳yourusername if you’d have taken me on that date i wouldn’t have had to lower my standards like this

↳user7 girl stick to singing these boys ain’t shit

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yourusername it’s supposed to be fun turning 21 or wtv

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jobebellingham wonder who that could be

↳yourusername it could possibly be ur dad

↳jobebellingham fuck off u worm

user8 happy birthday favourite girl

user9 HAPPY BDAY❤️

user10 are we gonna just ignore the boy in her bed?

↳user11 it’s jude it’s a common occurrence tbh

judebellingham happy birthday ig

judebellingham suppose u look kinda fit

↳yourusername i distinctly remember u telling me this morning that i’m the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen

↳judebellingham i say daft things when my dicks in ur mouth

↳karim_adeyemi there’s other people on this app u know

bestfriendsuser happy bday girly looking as hot as always ily <3

bestfriendsuser im gonna act like that third slide doesn’t exist for my own sanity

↳yourusername probably shouldn’t open my snaps then

user12 this feels like a relationship announcement

↳yourusername it’s not.

user13 spending her birthday together but they’re NOT dating🤨

↳yourusername we just hang out sometimes🙃

↳trentarnold66 hang out🤣🤣

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judebellingham

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judebellingham views were nice

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user14 wtf??

user15 is she his girlfriend

yourusername don’t tell anyone but u look really pretty rn

yourusername why’d u post the pic where u can’t actually see my arse

↳judebellingham because i don’t want people looking at ur arse

user16 so much for not dating

reecejames u two are foul

bestfriendsuser is someone gonna explain how this happened

↳judebellingham when two people really like each other they do nice things together

↳bestfriendsuser i really fkn hate u

user17 my girls getting corrupted :(

gioreyna 🥰🥰🥰

↳judebellingham 😘😘😘

gioreyna mr and mrs “it’s not serious”

↳yourusername it’s not serious🙄he’s just got a big bank account

↳judebellingham tell him what else is big babe

user18 ^^^ i hate seeing this stuff

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yourusername in this weeks news

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masonmount GO MARIO

↳yourusername thanks 4 being my luigi🫶🏻🫶🏻

↳judebellingham mason’s like 4ft shouldn’t it be the other way round?

masonmount 🍒🍒

↳user19 MASON?? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN

↳user20 i’m sure they’re just friends

↳user21 i really don’t like her

masonmount i still feel a little sick and my ears won’t stop ringing

↳judebellingham aren’t u too old for go karting??

user22 i swear she was with jude

↳user23 she’s got a type apparently

bestfriendsuser this i can get behind

↳yourusername shhh🤭🤭

user24 i am so in love with u

oliviarodrigo girl how are u so HOT

↳user25 collab soon🙏

jobebellingham that sunburn looks painful

↳judebellingham bro why are u here

↳jobebellingham she’s upset with u not me🤷

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judebellingham

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judebellingham in this weeks news

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jobebellingham give it a rest🤣

yourusername first shirts ugly

↳judebellingham really? cos it got me laid

↳yourusername did it fuck u were in my dms all night

user26 u look SO good omg

user27 him using the same caption as y/n they’re definitely fighting

↳user28 i think they broke up tbh

↳user29 they were never together😭

erling.haaland good looking fella

↳judebellingham all u big guy❤️

bvb09 the coldest🥶

user000 the best week with u

↳judebellingham u know it🤪

↳yourusername oh?

↳bestfriendsuser oh??

↳yourusername but he was “missing me”

gioreyna liked this comment.

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user30 ^^ these two are so messy

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yourusername

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yourusername hot girl healing

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judebellingham gorgeous😍😍

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judebellingham ur arse looks good in these jeans

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judebellingham answer ur phone bro

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jennaortega obsessed with the first pic

↳yourusername me when i kiss u

user31 we all saw jude’s comments

user32 so so pretty u deserve the absolute world

user33 y/n heartbreak era??? new music coming???

↳user34 i don’t want her to be sad but we NEED new music

yourusername liked this comment.

masonmount nice jeans

↳user34 not again🙄🙄

judebellingham liked this comment.

gioreyna can u heal a little faster i’m getting bored

user36 u are my idol <3

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judebellingham

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judebellingham good to be back😁

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bvb09 Let’s go!!⚫️🟡

user37 y/n still liking his pics👀

karim_adeyemi cute

user38 i wanna give him a rose :(

kalvinphillips most i’ve seen u smile

gioreyna should give that rose to someone else

↳bestfriendsuser she needs a lot more than that

↳gioreyna it’s time he started breaking bank

↳yourusername i wanna date u instead🤭

↳judebellingham you’re off limits.

↳yourusername mason didn’t think so

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sanchooo10 big things to come🙏

↳judebellingham come back dortmund bro

↳sanchooo10 👀👀

adidasfootball ⭐️

user39 petition for u to come to everton

yourusername ur beard looks like pubes

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yourusername

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yourusername big girls don’t cry🙃

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yourusername ps. new music is cooking

sadiesink HOT girls don’t cry

sadiesink especially over mediocre men

↳yourusername especially not men who use bunny ears to tie their laces

user40 new music new music new music

user41 show us ur tattoo!!!!

↳gioreyna it’s a portrait of me

↳yourusername a nude portrait🤭

user42 the way jude is nowhere to be seen

trentarnold66 can i get tickets to ur next gig?

↳yourusername will u hook me up w aitch?

↳trentarnold66 suppose so if u play nice

user43 prettiest and sweetest girl ever <3

user44 u were too good for him anyway

jobebellingham liked this comment.

gioreyna @.jobebellingham stop being a little shit🤣

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three weeks later.

yourusername added to their story!

↳ judebellingham replied to your story!

jude:

u wanna show me

what’s under that top?

you:

not particularly

jude:

don’t be mean

u don’t miss me?

i missed u

you:

missed me or

missed fucking me

jude:

both

i wanna see u

no one’s home

you:

i’m busy

jude:

with mason?

you:

no

jude:

so come over

i know u need me to fuck u

you:

i can’t think of anything worse

jude:

oh really?

i remember u were

begging me two weeks ago

to fuck u in that club

bathroom

seemed like u really

needed it

you:

no idea what ur

talking about

jude:

come over and i’ll

jog ur memory

c’mon pretty girl

let me show u how

much i’ve missed u

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judebellingham

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judebellingham call her easy

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yourusername too far

↳judebellingham i’ve got a list of other things to call u but my mum follows me

↳yourusername 🤨🤨

user45 no fucking way

yourusername why would u post that last pic

↳judebellingham so everyone knows how good u are for me

↳yourusername just gagged🥴🥴

↳judebellingham come gag on something else

reecejames surely not bro

↳judebellingham i don’t see what’s wrong

user46 she does seem kinda easy tbf

↳user47 and jude doesn’t?

jobebellingham mate u could’ve kept these private

bestfriendsuser poor barnaby😢😢

↳yourusername dw i cleaned him :))

↳bestfriendsuser i literally cannot stand u

↳judebellingham i left u a little present for next time ur in him

↳bestfriendsuser ur fucking VILE man

↳judebellingham THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

gioreyna u can take that virgin ring off now

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yourusername stream i should hate you, out friday!

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user48 ur so beautiful… and he’s there

judebellingham tell me ur joking

judebellingham i can sue u for defamation

↳yourusername baby that’s such a big word for u🥺

↳judebellingham i’d be more annoyed if u didn’t look so pretty

↳bestfriendsuser embarrassing👎

user49 FINALLY NEW MUSIC

user50 so SO excited i can’t wait

judebellingham can we talk about how fit i look here tho

↳yourusername no we can’t

jennaortega oh i’m SEATED for this

gioreyna i don’t think u understand how badly i regret introducing u two

↳yourusername you’d be terribly bored without our drama

↳gioreyna yeah but i’d still have my sanity

user51 i just know this new music is gonna top anything else this year

user52 u look gorgeous!! i hope you’ve found happiness

↳jobebellingham don’t count on it

masonmount cant wait to listen💙

↳judebellingham bro have some shame

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one year later.

judebellingham

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judebellingham so proud of you angel🤍

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user53 OMG???

user54 is this the official announcement

yourusername i love u ig

↳judebellingham c’mon u can do better than that

↳yourusername why don’t u come home and i’ll show u just how much i love u

user55 oh she’s gorgeous

user56 jude we want ur girlfriend

reecejames congrats man

gioreyna ur punching clearly

jobebellingham u lasted a whole 12 hours before telling everyone

↳judebellingham ur acting like everyone didn’t already know

user57 this is actually adorable

user58 i want what they have🥺

↳jobebellingham trust me u don’t

masonmount happy for you two!

judebellingham pinned this comment.

↳yourusername do u have to be so petty

↳judebellingham yeah he tried to fuck my girl

↳yourusername MOVE ON

[thethreegoblins]

Taking the time to listen to the critmas album cuz I wanted to listen to it For Real for the first time and- obviously there's not a single one I don't like but

Jesus Christ. Long text below

Pumat for the first song was an unexpected choice but damn it's so fun silly.

Laura's Silent Mind. That's it, just Silent Mind.

I found Naughty & Nice very cute, I have no notes. It took me a second to picture Scanlan and not just Sam, it's a flavor of bit he's done so many times I can't separate the two, but if anything that just makes the gnome make that much more sense.

I have a playlist specifically for songs like Nothin' Under The Tree and I need more. Taliesin please. Glad Ashton adopted the Hells as their best friends to spend the holidays with, that's a high bar to clear.

O Mighty Nein had me dead on the first couple of lines, by the end I was just crying like a little bitch. I'm not immune to cat purrs and sung verses about Caleb's found family. "Fort, doch nicht vergessen."

Twelve Days Of Grogmas would be my favorite if everything else wasn't just.. gold. Everything is gold. I laugh at every PINTS OF ALE line, this song is just Joy.

And probs my favorite, Cold Inside. I need more singing Pâté, more Pâté threatening chet. More scenic hells bells songs. More Marisha singing, period. FCG sounds amazing, too, Chetney is very well written and made me realize Travis has a penchant for characters that trail off. And- Imogen istg. Did we just blow Chetney up into the sky like Mushu on Mulan? I'll be periodically searching for animatics for this one because it paints a Very good picture for every verse (and I'm not nearly talented enough to do it myself)

Was reveling on the Feelings that Cold Inside left behind just to be hit with Winter Anymore. Nothing like a sad sapphic ballad right after what will be in my mind the Imodna anthem. So an average sapphic musical number.

Y'all

DECK THE BEAR?

And.. I know this is parasocial as fuck but Critmas made me giddy and actually Like the holidays for a minute or two. A bit of it is that Christmas for the northern hemisphere is Very different here (we haven't seen snow in my hometown since I think 2009, and that was a weather outlier) and we don't really hear about the holidays unless they're very fkn cold and snowy, so this was a nice change of pace to me, I guess Critical Role Land isn't that much different from this town. Brings them closer to me, personally, envisioning flipflops, Santa on the beach, no snow to be found and yet the stockings hang and the Christmas trees are forever present. When family is hard at best, this kinda thing is difficult.

These people are coming for my marbles istg

Closing thoughts: it didn't even occur to me that this would be a season highlight, a critical role holiday record? I remember vividly that one ad read Sam did some time ago (was that in the pandemic? For DND beyond I think?) where everyone sang, I'm really happy somebody, anybody, in the team said "what if we Actually..." because they've given me (and I'm sure countless others) new music to love, by the people we love, and with the characters we are so very normal about.

[4ddi3addie2005]

THE NEW CHAPTER IS SO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVGDFCHBVKDSVBKHFBJLSVBJLSSJLVBSLJBVLS🦅🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥💥 GOOD FKN SOUP IM DEVOURING IT RN it might be my fav chapter thus far........It has elements of The horrors tm and scenes that make me kick my feet in delight GODDDDDD🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 AAAAnd as usual I have some new silly doodles that I've got (Sadly I cant draw fast enough to finish my fan art for this chapter BUTIMWORKINGONSMT). I do have the RGB reader designs that I mainly use so that other fans could (maybe....just maybe...) mold their reader/player into whatever they want but I DO have a design that caters to my fav design tropes...

ALSOALSO- I've got a folder righttt 👉here where I'll compile some more sketches (and the animation with the right sync good gracious me-) so that I dont BOMBARD you with 50plus images.

the last "AGAIN"- THE CHAPTER WAS SO SCRUMPTIOSSSSSSS- KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you I'm so glad you love it!! 🦅💥 (Nonsense emojis are becoming a habit I have to stoppp...)

It's so funny you said that cuz I have a Doc called "kicking my feet blushing giggleinf" that I use to jot down the "fluffy" moments when the inspiration worms hit x0

And take your time with the art gurl!! What you've already done is amazing!! The most important thing is that it's fun and engaging for you,, no pressure 🫶

Those RGB designs are a banger btw they have so much personality!! I forgot to mention I loved the color scheme of your animation. I'm a sucker for some super saturated RGB...

OKAY now I'm gonna gush abt your art >:o] I love your insert she's too spunky!! She looks so done w him LOL. Also your style is delightful and fun!! I love your habit of drawing ppl with tired eyes and no mouth. It speaks to me.

The “You look lonely” piece is gorgeous btw :) He’s so shinyyy,, Insert looks tireddd. I know it’s the meme format or whatevah but I would be too.

I hope you don’t mind me sharing screenshots? Just let me know :o) I’m abt to holler abt some sketches.

THESE!! These made me so soft oml. I know in my heart he feels like a Squishmallow or whatever those fat chibi stuffed animals are.

DRIP KINITO 🔥🔥🔥 I giggled. Also baseball Kinito is canon now. To me. I just KNOW he picks up random human sports and tries his darndest to play them with only two people. (Reader cheering him on and also looking thoroughly depressed is so real LMAO)

I think that's all I have in my heart for now... TY for this plethora of art you went above and beyond <3

BTW I’m gonna provide a pic of the players here for easy viewing cuz they’re cool as freak 💯🐊

EDIT: I am so glad!! You love my fic!! I heart U!!

[ismyteadoneyet]

Theories and predictions about 'Oathbound', and The Kingsmage Oath in particular

okayokayokay yes, I know, I can think of nothing else but Legendborn these days, but ngl I feel such a desperate need to write this out to get more thoughts on it. We already know quite a lot about the Kingsmage oath, right? But as the title of the third book suggests, I believe we will learn a whole lot more about it in Oathbound and I cannot fkn wait lol

[Major Legendborn and Bloodmarked spoilers ahead, read at your own... volition, tihi]

Alright. So. First off, disclaimer - I don't currently have my physical copy of Legendborn closeby to reference stuff, so if any of this is debunked in the first book please correct me! Most of this is sprouted from Bloodmarked! I don't think we got that much info about the Kingsmage oath in Legendborn but it was also quite a while since I read it lol

Theory no. 1

First off, the thing that made me start off my 10-message long rant about this to my Legendborn-partner-in-crime to begin with, is the fact that the two "participants" of the oath are connected to the degree that, not only does the Kingsmage feel if the Scion is in danger, but the Scion in question also feels the things the Kingsmage feels. Selwyn even explains that this is partly why he attacked Bree during the trials in book one during the infamous "graveyard scene":

" 'You remember that I planned our partnership during the trial. Planned to trick you, corner you, and kill you. I knew Nicholas would feel a desire to kill someone that night, because it would come over from me to him through the bond. I planned for him to eventually discover that the person he'd wanted to... was someone he-' [Sel] shakes his head, eyes hard. 'That it was you.' " - Bloodmarked, page 366

...and

" 'The morning after the first Oath, [Nick] came to me. Said he'd felt my desire to kill you and begged me to leave you alone, because of what it did to him' -[Sel] taps his chest- 'here. He said it felt wrong, wanting to hurt you. ' So I knew that what I sent through the bond would poison the part of him that was beginning to love you. Knew that if I failed, he'd have to live with the memory of wishing his girlfriend dead. Not just the memory, but the feeling of wanting to kill you himself, with his bare hands. Murderous intent like that is one of the worst feelings in the world. Haunting. Destructive. And for someone like Nick... it would tear him apart in a way he'd never forget and never heal from. And I did not care. I believed I was right, all in the name of duty.' " - Bloodmarked, pages 366-367

Both of these show the bad effects of the bond. Sel can actively affect Nick's views of the people around him, and influence his actions, and I believe that this is shown by how Nick beheaded that one guard without hesitation, that one time.

"I didn't kill Zhao for my father." Nick's eyes burn. "I killed him for me." Sel's eyes widen incrementally. "We should...come back to that." - Bloodmarked, page 467

The interesting thing about this is the way Sel has been so sure that Nick would "never hurt another soul", and yet, here he is, rejecting Sel's reasoning that Nick killed Zhao because of his father, and instead hammering home that "no, I did it for me." Because, and hear me out on this, Nick is, in the moment of the kill...oathbound to a Merlin actively fighting his own demonia from taking over.

Bree also brings up multiple times that "Nick has become a killer, the dangerous thing" after witnessing the murder (which, when I read it sounded a bit silly since Sel has tried to murder her multiple times and even explained in detail how he planned to do that specific thing but oh well lol), but in relation to how we've seen Sel act throughout Bloodmarked, and keeping the Kingsmage Oath in mind, it makes sense. Because is it ever explained how Sel's descent might also be transferring to Nick through the bond? If it is, I don't remember seeing it.

Also, Nick being so incredibly calm and no-hesitation about killing Zhao (in one of the more brutal ways he could have, even), makes me fully believe that it was either 1. not his first kill, or 2. he is more affected by Sel's demonia than Tracy wants us to realize. During the scene where Sel and Bree watch him kill Zhao, Sel is still void cuffed, which to me means that he is still actively fighting his demonia from taking him. Sel doesn't get his void cuffs off until the fight with Erebus where Bree root-boosts him back to his normal, balanced self, which happens after Nick's kill.

The synopsis of Oathbound hints at Nick having "secrets to share with the Table", and we know absolutely nothing about what he spent all of Bloodmarked doing. We only followed one half of the whole. If Sel was only half-successful in "poisoning" Nick with murderous intent towards Bree in Legendborn, when he hadn't yet lost his humanity... Do you see where I'm going with this?

Tracy herself shared a fanart of Nick doing The Thing, and quoted the artist with something along the lines of "Nick should scare you!" and "Ruthless Nick is the correct opinion to have!", and considering that Nick is now, by the end of Bloodmarked, bonded to a fully succumbed Demon!Sel, what does that make Nick?

Theory no. 2

Now, onto the more fun side of the oath (or, more heartbreaking, depending on how you read it, I guess lol)

I have seen a few people being put off by Nick and Bree's relationship in Legendborn because it, to some degree, reads a lot like "insta-love". And sure, love at first sight and all that stuff but how long has Bree known Nick, really? A couple weeks, maybe? I however, have another theory to this.

Again, the two participants of the Kingsmage Oath share feelings both ways, as explained by Sel:

" 'When did you worry [about losing your humanity]?' [...] 'When I started to see what I believe Nicholas sees when he looks at you. Only a monster could look at you and want to destroy you, Bree.' " - Bloodmarked, page 368

And of course we are led to believe that Nick, the "blond, good-hearted knight in shining armor" is the good influence, right, and Sel being the "tall dark and handsome demon" is the bad influence on the two...

...But what if it was the other way around the entire time?

[Sel:] " 'I was raised not to trust myself!' " - Bloodmarked, page 368

[Sel:] " 'I don't know if that's in the cards for me.' [...] 'If I'm allowed that wish, it would be truly something. But wishes are dangerous mind games we play with ourselves. The only way to win is to not play.' " - Bloodmarked, page 475

Sel was raised as a weapon and a shield for the Scion of Arthur, and has never been treated as anything else. He was never allowed by anyone else nor himself to put himself and his own feelings first. So when he is suddenly struck with feelings for Bree, it makes sense for him to "blame it" on Nick, automatically. He couldn't possibly be the one with romantic, wholesome, fluffy feelings towards someone else, right? To Sel, it would feel wrong. "Illegal".

" 'Why didn't you [leave]?' 'Because my judgement is not what it should be around you, Bree. It never has been.' " - Bloodmarked, page 369

"It never has been," huh? Now, I find that to be a very funny choice of wording, Tracy, since the over-arching conflict in the entirety of Bloodmarked is related to mesmers and witheld information.

And the fact that Bree's mother and Sel's mother knew each other.

" 'The woman that helped you hide the memory. Was that Sel's mother?' My mother smiles, fond and sad at once. ' Yes. Natasia.' I have to ask. 'Do you know where she is?' She glances at Sel, and I know her answer is for his ears and mine both. 'No. Even if I could speak to her now, she would not tell me.' " - Bloodmarked, page 447

We also know that Sel's mother was the one who mesmered Bree in the hospital. But what if both Bree and Sel were mesmered at some point? What if the romantic feelings Nick felt for Bree the moment they met was actually Sel's feelings for Bree, coming over through the bond?

Another thing that speaks to this, I believe, is the use of the phrase "call and response", which Bree uses a lot when talking about herself and Nick,

" And then [Nick's] mouth is on mine, and every call and response we've ever felt pales in comparison to this one. " - Bloodmarked, page 377

...but also how she describes the relationship between Arthur and Lancelot:

" I shiver. Even [Lancelot's] voice affects me like Nick's does. 'Arthur?' he asks. And I reply, 'Lancelot.' Call and response. That's how it is between me and Nick. How it has always been. " - Bloodmarked, page 132

I believe, again, that this "call and response" thing is what I personally believe is what might be bringing Nick and Bree so close so fast. They are both scions of what I see as one of the most bromantic knights in the entire Order. Of course they out of all people would find a connection soul-to-soul right way. And that on top of Sel possibly knowing Bree before Legendborn even happens? It's no wonder that both of the two boys feel so comfortable gushing about her being "beautiful forever" in that one bloodwalk that one time, lol.

In conclusion, I guess the big question at hand is "Where does Nick's feelings end and Sel's feelings begin?" Where is the line? Is there one? I'd like to argue that the fact that Sel's first instinct, when he first starts feeling "what Nick is feeling" towards Bree is to kill her, is denial in the most severe degree. He is the first character from the Order Bree meets, accidental or not, and even though Tracy has said that she wrote Legendborn without a set goal for the endgame-couple, I'm willing to believe that that has shifted towards a BreeSel outcome after the mayhem of a character-development-arc that is Bloodmarked.

The fact that I am a BreeSel believer might also be influenced by the fact that we simply have not seen Nick in A While lol

And if not, I'm willing to root for a Bree x Sel x Nick throuple lol. As long as Sel is part of the endgame setup, I'm good.

Just please let Lark be left alone for William even if Lark and Bree commit to a Kingsmage oath, Tracy, I beg

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Table 13 & Cherry Pie 2/2

modern!mechanic!benji x stripper!fem!reader

Part One

Summary: After you find your way in life you make a return to your hometown. A lot can change in two years but some feelings will always remain the same. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, two drinks, oral(f), p in v, unprotected, 2% angsty bc i needed them back together so fkn bad

Authors Note: pt2 of @chainsawsangel request that i thought abt everyday 🤭

Word Count: 3.4k

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Two years since Part One

I sit in front of the vanity teasing my hair before I place the jeweled mask over my face. I know a lot of people expected me to leave this part of my past behind but I never minded the dancing. I always thought of it as an extension of my art and it helps give me inspiration. 

It feels like a lifetime ago that I fled my hometown. I drove to the city that night and went to the most upscale club. I walked in the front doors and sat at the bar with a strong drink. A woman introduced herself as the owner and consoled me as I cried and she offered me a job. My old boss would’ve sobbed at what I consider a slow day. 

My new boss stumbled upon my art one day and connected me with her friend who is now my art dealer. We’ve had this vision for my exhibit for months now and the night has finally come. The lights dim around the gallery and soft lights illuminate my canvases. A couple of my coworkers from the city club step into the space and float around the room as silk and mesh drip from our body. 

This was a very exclusive event and invite was by little black numbered cards. The whole room has an energy about it that invites hooded eyes and grazes of finger tips. Once our choreographed number ends we slip into the other room and pull off our masks smiling. We pull on evening gowns and head back out into the room. 

“Congratulations.” my art dealer hands me a chute of champagne. “This turned out better than we could’ve imagined.” she looks around the room. 

“Any offers?” I nibble my lip looking around at my canvases and the body’s moving from piece to piece.

“On every one.” she whispers and I shake my head downing my glass. 

“Thank you for everything.” I hug her and go mingle. 

“Look how far you’ve come.” I turn at my mother’s voice. 

“You made it.” I smile as my eyes start to water. 

“Of course.” she kisses my cheek before we begin to walk around my exhibit. 

A year ago she was able to ring the bell beating her battle. I cried for days and helped her settle back home. She urged me to move to the city instead of commuting and to embrace my new life. Now she’s here standing in my art gallery and we’re both full of life. 

“Are you still coming back for the weekend?” she asks as I walk her to the door. 

“Yes mom.” I chuckle hugging her. “I’ll be in town tomorrow.” 

“Do you still have your key?” she squeezes my hand. 

“Yes,” I laugh as she hugs me again. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” she smiles before slipping into her car. 

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I sigh pulling into my old driveway and look at the house that holds so many of my memories. I get out and begin to pull my bags out of the car. I make my way to the front door. It pulls open and my mom darts out. 

“Oh sweetie! Welcome home.” she pulls me into a tight hug and I giggle at her dramatics. 

“Let me put my bags down. I have to grab some more stuff. Can you open the garage?” I hum tossing my bags in the entryway. 

I walk back to my car and start bringing some of my canvases into the garage. I only brought a couple just in case I get some inspiration to keep working on this installation I’ve had in mind for years. She watches me with a soft smile and ushers me into the kitchen. 

“I’m just so happy you’re home.” she tears up. “Even if it’s just for a little while.” I hug her again drying her tears before I head up to my room. 

I start to unload my bags and collapse to my bed. I look up at my ceiling missing my city apartment. I look through the room that used to bring me so much solace and now I can’t even stand to be in it. I huff and change out of my traveling clothes and slip into one of my favorite dresses. 

“Where are you off to young lady?” my mom smirks as I walk down the stairs. 

“I want some cherry pie.” I hum as I slip out the front door. It seems as if my body is on autopilot as I drive to the diner. This place has always been one of the muses in the back of my mind. I park outside and as I step in the familiar smell floods my nose. 

“Take a seat and I’ll be with you shortly hun.” I scold myself as my feet begin to carry me to the table that’s been haunting me for the past couple of years. I stop on approach and he looks up right as I’m about to turn around. 

“Y/n?” his voice makes my breath catch as he rises from the booth. 

“Benji.” his name falls from my mouth. 

“Do you want to sit?” he nods to the booth.

“I shouldn’t.” I nibble my lip looking him over.

“Please.” next thing I know I’m sliding into the seat across from him. 

“How have you been?” his eyes search mine. 

“I’ve been really good actually.” I smile softly nodding.

“And your mom?” his eyes look hopeful. 

“She’s been home for a year now and gets her strength back everyday.” I hum

“I’m really glad to hear that.” he smiles across at me. 

“Well, look who’s back in town.” my old coworker smiles at me. “Let me guess, cherry pie?” I nod my head laughing. “Do you want another slice as well?” she turns her head to Benji.

“Yeah, thank you.” he smiles at her and I’m wondering if he’s more than just her regular. I scold myself for even caring, I’m the one who left after all. She walks back to the kitchen and he turns his attention back to me. 

“Still getting the cherry pie?” I chuckle. 

“Of course.” his tongue glides along his lower lip. The silence between us isn’t necessarily awkward but charged as we look at each other.

“Here you two are. Let me know if you need anything else.” I notice the way her eyes linger on him before she turns and leaves. 

“So you and the waitress? Seems you still have the same type.” he throws his head back and laughs. 

“I’m still single, since you’re wondering.” he smirks and takes a bite of his pie. 

“I wasn’t.” I reply too quickly. “I just- I don’t know.” I shake my head taking a bite of my pie. 

“I’ve missed you.” his words slam into me. 

“Benji,” I sigh looking up to him. 

“I’ve heard you’re an artist now. Not that you weren’t before, I knew you painted, and you danced but-“ 

“Don’t stroke my ego too much now.” I cut off his ramblings. “Tell me, do you check up on me?” I rest my chin in my hands. 

“How could I not? The day you left has always been my biggest regret.” he looks to me sincerely. 

“Well, I should say thank you for getting me fired. You helped me get to where I am now.” I hum taking another bite of pie. I slice off another and reach across the table offering it to him. He looks up to me with a raised brow. “Open up for me.” his cheeks flush as takes the bite. 

“Who’s the shy cherry pie now?” I giggle leaning back. 

“Let me take you out on a proper date.” I try to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as he waits for my reply.

“When?” I tilt my head with a soft smile. 

“You tell me.” he nods his head. 

“Pick me up at my house at seven.” I hum fishing cash out of my purse. I toss a fifty on the table. “Leave a nice tip for your girlfriend.” I smirk before sliding out of the booth leaving him to watch after me as I leave. 

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Table 13: Is this still my cherry pie?

Cherry Pie: Yes, unless that’s what you call all of the waitresses these days.

Table 13: 🙄

Table 13: I’m omw to get you. Leave your attitude at home.

Cherry Pie: We’ll see.

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My mom stares after me with a smile as I leave the front door again. I tell her not to wait up and I begin my way down the walkway. Benji walks to the passenger side and opens the door for me before getting back on his side. 

“You look beautiful.” he smiles before pulling onto the road. 

“Thank you, Benji.” I hum admiring him from the corner of my eye. “Your hair got a bit longer.” I reach over and run my fingers through it. 

“Do you like it?” he leans back into my hand. 

“It suits you.” I go to remove my hand and he grabs it with his own. 

“I really missed you. I can’t express how sorry I am.” he kisses my hand. 

“Why didn’t you reach out?” I squeeze his hand. 

“I wouldn’t have been able to handle it if you didn’t answer or if you wanted nothing to do with me.” he furrows his brows. “Then I never saw you around town again and next thing I hear you’ve moved to the city. I figured you wouldn’t want to hear from me and-“ 

“Benji,” I softly shush him pulling his hand to my lap. “I probably thought about you as much as you thought about me.” 

“Impossible.” he shakes his head pulling us into a restaurant parking lot. 

“How much did you think about me then?” I turn to him smirking. 

“Enough to make me go insane.” he slips out of the car and gets my door for me. We walk into the restaurant hand in hand and get seated quickly. 

“What was your favorite memory of us?” I rest my chin on my hands shamelessly admiring him. 

“Anytime you were so sleepy in the garage watching me work on your car.” he chuckles as I sip on my water with a raised brow. 

“Not what I thought it would be.” I hum nodding my head. 

“What did you think it would be?” he tilts his head. 

“I was thinking when I came around you for the-“ 

“Baby,” he shushes me with wide eyes and I feel my cheeks flush at the name. 

“You’re telling me you didn’t think about that at all?” I smirk at his tinted cheeks. 

“Yes, you’re still my fantasy.” he sighs wiping his face smiling. “I enjoyed every single second we had together.” 

“I did too.” I hum fondly. “And then you did what you did and..” I trail off shaking my head. 

“I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing at your feet if you’ll allow me.” he holds his hands out to me. 

“I think I’ll let you grovel a bit more.” I lean back with a smile and he pouts. 

The waiter comes and takes our order and drops off our drinks. We tease each other throughout dinner and it feels as if no time has passed. I’ve been happy over the past two years but I haven’t smiled this much since I left town. As I look at the man across from me I feel my heart flutter. We stay long after our meals have been finished just talking. He picks up the bill and drives me home. 

“I’m so very thankful you came home, cherry pie.” the name causes my cheeks to heat and I’m thankful the sun has been down for some time now. 

“I am too.” I accept his hand as I step out of the car. 

“Can I walk you to your front door?” his smile bashful and I nod my head. “Can I see you again? Please.” the last word barely a whisper. 

“I thought you already see me in your dreams.” I hum teasing him. I turn back towards him as we stop at my front door. 

“Then can I take you on another date?” his pleading eyes search mine. 

“I suppose.” I sigh looking off trying to hide my smile. 

“When?” his fingers cup my chin turning my gaze back to him. 

“Maybe in another two years.” I look up to him with a smirk. 

“I’ll wait for you as long as I have to.” his words caress against me. 

“Tomorrow.” I nod. “Just text me when and where.” I realize how close we’ve gravitated towards each other. 

“Thank you.” our eyes linger on each other and neither of us move. “I’ll see you later in my dreams.” he kisses my forehead and my breath stops. “Have a goodnight, Y/n.” 

“Have a goodnight, Benji.” I fumble with the key and slip inside locking the door behind me. 

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Table 13: I had a great time with you today. I’ve missed you so much. 

Table 13: I want to pick you up at eleven. 

Cherry Pie: I guess I can be awake by then. 

Table 13: I can pick you up later if you need more sleep. 

Cherry Pie: I’ll just have to abandon the man in my dreams a little early. 

Table 13: I’m flattered you would make such a sacrifice for me. 

Cherry Pie: You should be. 

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“Where are you taking me today?” I settle into his passenger seat. 

“A pottery painting shop.” he nibbles his lip. “If you want. If you don’t like that style of art we can do something else. Anything you want.” he shakes his head.

“Benji, that’s so thoughtful.” I turn to him with scrunched brows. “I would love to do that.” he turns to me with a smile. 

“Really?” he looks relieved. 

“Really.” I nod my head. I’ve never been taken on a date so perfectly catered to me before. Once we get to the pottery shop we make our way inside. We look through all of the different options. We pick out what we’d like to paint and grab a table. 

“I’ve never claimed to be an artist.” he warns picking up a brush. 

“Art is subjective.” I smile at him encouragingly. 

I watch him as he focuses on the details and smile to myself. I continue to steal glances at him as we paint in a comfortable silence. I fight myself everyday of to why I never came back for this man. I’m mad at what he did but I knew that his intentions were good. It was just poor timing. All of my internal battles cease when he sits back and admires his work with a proud smile. 

“I think I could give you a run for your money.” he taunts and a giggle erupts from my lips. 

“But I like you as my muse instead.” my cheeks burn as the truth falls from my lips. 

“Mm your muse?” he raises an eyebrow. 

“Let’s go to the city so I can show you something.” I chew the inside of my cheek.

“When?” he tilts his head.

“Now. Unless you have plans or-“ 

“No, let’s go.” he rises scraping the stool against the floor.

We’re on the road shortly after and I get jittery about finally showing someone the vision I’ve had for years. Some of the pieces are in my mom’s garage that I brought with but the ones that are done stay at my studio. It seems only right that he’ll be the first one to see it. 

“Turn left and park in front of the black awning.” I smile looking to my studio. I let us inside and as I’m leading him up the stairs I start to get nervous. “It’s still a work in progress.” I turn to him biting my lip. 

“That’s okay.” he nods smiling. “I’d love to see anything you’re willing to show me.” I open the door and we step inside. He stops in the center of the room taking in the scattered paintings. He walks up to each one as I trail behind him gauging his reaction. He stops at the last one and turns to me. 

“What do you think?” I feel my cheeks catch fire at his gaze. 

“Are these of us? Our time together?” he steps closer to me. 

“They are.” I nod my head. “There’s more.. I brought them home this weekend to see if I found any inspiration.” I turn and look at them all. “I’ve been working on these since I left that day.” I turn back to him and he’s on his knees looking to me.

“I’m sorry. I was stupid and arrogant. I won’t make excuses.” he shakes his head as I walk over to him. “I don’t deserve you.” he looks up to me with tears in his eyes. 

“Benji,” I cup his cheek. 

“I don’t deserve you.” he whispers again holding my hand to his cheek. “I want another chance with you. I’d do anything. I haven’t had enough time with you.” I look down at him as my own tears slip down my cheeks. 

“I’ve wanted you back since I got into my car that day.” I kneel before him so we’re face to face. “That day has also been my biggest regret.” the second the words are out of my mouth his lips are on mine. I melt into him before he pulls back. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked.” he shakes his head backing up. I pull him back to me and press our lips together once more. I sigh into his mouth as his hands roam up my sides. We are a mess of lips and panting as we pull each other’s clothes off. He lays me back onto the cool concrete floor and I shiver. His hot mouth trails down my neck and stomach as I squirm. 

“I’d like to have a taste of my cherry pie, please.” I whimper at his words nodding my head. He licks through my wetness and I cry out above him. I push myself onto his face as his tongue lashes against me. He groans gripping my hips tightly. My fingers tangle into his hair and hold him against me as my pleasure starts to run through me. I arch off of the ground as I’m pushed over the edge by his tongue as his name falls off of mine. 

“I thought about that everyday.” he hums kissing his way back up my body. “I thought about the little gasps you made when I pushed into you slowly.” he chuckles as he pushes into me earning those gasps from my lips. “The way you scrunch your face when I grind into you.” I’m trembling underneath him as he repeats his actions. 

“Benji,” I grip onto his shoulders. 

“Hm?” he rolls his hips into me. “I never forgot the way you came around me.” my breath catches as he starts to pump into me. His lips crash to mine as our bodies move together slowly. My hips rock against his as I moan into his mouth. His fingers languidly swirl around my bud and my breaths start to come out quicker. 

“Fuck Benji, yes,” I gasp. He swallows down my sounds as my pleasure bursts through me. He keeps his pace slow as our tongues dance. I wrap my legs around him holding him close and we lose ourselves in each other. I’m so focused on the feel of him that my pleasure crashes through unannounced and I feel him fill me with his. 

“My memory never did you justice. You’re so much more perfect.” he slides out as he kisses me once more. We pull apart and slowly sit up and begin to dress again. 

“Don’t do anything stupid again to make me leave you.” I look to him intensely as he helps me rise. 

“I won’t.” he nods his head with a smile. “I promise.” he kisses me softly. “So what’s the name of this installation?” he kisses my forehead and looks at my paintings once more. 

“Table 13 and Cherry Pie.” he turns around and kisses me once more. 

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