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melancholiaincarnate · 4 months ago

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uncle meanie

「 in which ᵎᵎ 」 yuji itadori's mean (and quite attractive) uncle comes to pick him up from school

「 words ᵎᵎ 」 828

「 author's note ᵎᵎ 」 hii :3 check out my master list, my requests r open, thank u to @zooone for beta reading :) part two maybe ..? lmk lmk

「 warnings ᵎᵎ 」 sukuna being flirty, sukuna being a meanie etc etc, sukuna.

"maki, please stop hitting mai - i'm going to have to tell your parents-" you sigh and walk over to the twins, where a screaming match over the kinetic sand has turned physical.

"miss, miss!" a little girl pulls on your pant leg, "miss, i need to potty." she frowns, her big eyes looking up at you, "right now."

"thank you for asking. you may go to the restroom, kugisaki." you pat the girl on the head and she runs off towards the door to the hallway.

you turn back around, ready to deal with the twins again to find that they've separated on their own and are glaring at each other from across the room.

"YUJI, YOUR MEANIE UNCLE IS HERE." kugisaki screams from the hallway. you were going to have a migraine. "I SEE HIM! HE LOOKS MEAN! AND ANGRY! LIKE ALWAYS!"

being a daycare teacher wasn't easy - especially when your children were menaces to society like kugisaki and the twins. but you loved your job - and especially loved all the hot dilfs you got to see on a daily basis.

at the door stood yuji's uncle. he was quite a stark difference from yuji's father - this man was tattooed across his face and arms, was incredibly buff, and had piercings. he was really attractive, if you had to be honest.

"kuna!" yuji drops the blocks he was playing with, (leaving a frowning megumi behind), and runs towards the older male. "hi kuna!"

"hello brat." sukuna pats his head awkwardly, his lips pressed into a tight line. "okay, that's enough. off."

yuji giggles and peels himself off of the man, and as you walk over, he bounces in excitement. "miss, miss! this is my uncle kuna!"

"i told you don't call me that, you insolent-" he huffs and then looks you up and down. "you look a little young to be running this place." sukuna had to admit though - you were incredibly pretty. he straightened his posture and ran a hand through his hair, wanting to look a little more presentable to you.

"it's a daycare, mr. itadori. i don't need to be at retirement age to work here." you roll your eyes and bend down to yuji's level. "go get your stuff, kiddo, and say bye to everyone, while your uncle signs you out." yuji nods excitedly, and runs off, heading straight to say goodbye to megumi.

"it's not itadori. it's sukuna." he surveys the room, "ryomen sukuna."

"ryomen." you nod. sukuna's always hated being called ryomen, but from your mouth, it sounded like a melody. "it's nice to meet you. let me check if you're on yuji's allowed pickup list." you head towards the desk, which was not too far, and flip through papers.

"allowed pickups?" he scoffs, irritation taking over his features, "i'm the pest's uncle - of course i'm allowed to pick him up." sukuna's nose seems to flare up at the idea that he is not a listed caretaker for yuji.

"nope you're here." you point to his name on the list, "good thing, too. we have the system in place so people don't pick up kids who aren't theirs - or for parents who want their kids staying away from people." you explain while uncapping a pen and sliding the sheet toward him, "just sign here to confirm you picked up yuji itadori today."

he signs his name with extra flare, placing the pen down roughly onto the table. "yuji, honey, your uncle is waiting." you call.

"i need to finish saying bye to everyone!" yuji pouted from across the room. he had a habit of saying bye and giving everyone a hug before he left every day.

"fuckin' brat-" the man huffed under his breath, "so, you single?" sukuna wasted no time or effort and you stifled a laugh.

"you just met me." you raise a brow, "and i teach your nephew." you weren't used to such forward behavior from men, especially ones this handsome.

"my nephew. not my son. nothing wrong with it." a tongue comes to dart between his lips, "c'mon, doll, one date. you're too pretty to be workin'. i could take care of you." he hums, smirking as he looks you up and down. "what'dya say?"

yuji comes bounding up to the two of you, taking sukuna's large tattooed hand into his. "i say, have a good rest of your day, mr. sukuna. and you two, yuji." you give him a polite smile despite the fluttering in your heart.

"i'll be back tomorrow, woman." he huffs, "you'd better have a different answer." his eyes rake over your figure once more before he bends down to effortlessly pick up the child and plop him on his hip. "say goodbye to your teacher, brat."

"goodbye miss!" the child smiles brightly and waves with both hands, and sukuna gives you a nod before he turns around.

"same time tomorrow, i'll be here to pick up the kid." he calls, not looking behind him. "i'm expecting to see you here, doll - and i can't wait."

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cinna-stars · 20 days ago

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Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader - MDNI

18+ Trafalgar Law Ghostface SMUT - ABSOLUTE FILTH below the cut

Word Count: 3.3k

This is my first time writing in a few years. This was a self indulgent piece after seeing this art from hunnismoker on Instagram:

Trigger Warnings: 18+ MDNI, this is your last warning!

Knife play, Choking, Law has a potty mouth, Penetrative sex, Dacryphilia, Blowjob, Face fucking, Mask kink, Ghostface mask, Shachi being a little perv at the end

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Trafalgar Law, your boyfriend and Captain of the Heart Pirates, was acting more quiet than usual. Which was somewhat concerning, given that he was already one of the most stoic people you had ever met. It had started after you had come to him with the proposition of bringing a Ghostface mask into the bedroom. "I don't want to hurt you" was his initial response. It wasn't until you noticed a white mask in his dresser drawer that you realized he had been considering your request. You gently pulled it out, running your fingers over the smooth surface. Law's eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of you holding the mask.

"I... I got it for you," he admitted quietly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "But I'm still not sure about this."

You smiled softly, touched by his thoughtfulness despite his reservations. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, Law. I appreciate that you even considered it."

He stepped closer, taking the mask from your hands and examining it. "It's not that I'm uncomfortable," he said slowly. "I'm just concerned about losing control. The thought of potentially harming you, even in play..."

“ I trust you, Law. And if at any point either of us wants to stop, we will. No questions asked."

He brings his hand to his chin, rubbing slowly, gazing off pensively for a few moments. “Okay. Let’s try this.” He lifts the Ghostface mask to hover in front of his face.

“How do you want me to initiate this… and when?” He questions in a slightly deeper, more sultry tone than normal. Even the illusion of him wearing the mask has your heart racing and core heated, the question sending shivers of excitement through your body.

“I feel like the element of surprise adds to it, so, whenever you’re ready, Captain.” you grin. His golden eyes peer through the mask and examine the joy on your face.

He moves his free hand to ghost over your throat, pulsing his grip ever so slightly and leaning to your ear. “That’s Mr. Ghostface to you.”

A small whimper escapes from your lips and you hear a light chuckle from Law. “Something tells me this is going to be enjoyable for the both of us.”

A few days pass, and the anticipation of finding Law lurking around any corner wearing the mask that he had bought filled you with both lust and anticipation. He had teased you with it a couple of times, leaving it in places for you to find it, such as the bathroom mirror whilst you were taking a shower, and hanging from the back of his door in the dark of night. Needless to say, he had started to gain just as much excitement from the prospect of fucking you in the mask as you had seeing him in it.

Tonight, Law had advised he was going to be working until the early hours of the morning in his office. This wasn’t irregular for him, especially as of late. So, you decided to sit on the sofa in his quarters and watch a film, hoping to try and stay awake for his return. The film you chose was not particularly of interest, and your eyes started feeling heavy. Just as you lean your head back on the sofa, you hear footsteps approaching.

Your eyes snap open, suddenly alert. The footsteps are slow, deliberate. Not Law's usual confident stride. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize what's happening.

The door creaks open slowly. You hold your breath, heart pounding. A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and imposing. He still wore his normal attire, the usual black t-shirt and dark jeans, but over his face he wore the white mask. The smooth plastic gleams in the dim light from the TV screen. You also notice what you think is a small black hilt tucked into his waistband.

The footsteps continue slowly in your direction, and you lift your head up to watch his figure approaching. You swallow hard, a mix of fear and arousal flooding your system. "Mr. Ghostface," you whisper, playing along.

He stalks towards you, movements predatory. "You've been a naughty girl, waiting up for me. Don't you know it's dangerous to be alone at night?"

"I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-” he cuts you off, closing the distance between you. With a sudden change of speed, he straddles you where you sit. His bare hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing, but firmly holding you in place. "Shh," he hisses through the mask. "No excuses."

Your breath catches as he presses you against the sofa. Even through his jeans, you can feel the heat radiating from Law's body. His free hand trails down your side, sending shivers through you.

You remain silent, watching as he tilts his head in that eerie Ghostface manner, his curious hand finding purchase on the waist of your silk pyjama shorts.

You whimper softly, torn between playing the scared victim and showing how aroused you already are. "Please," you whisper, not even sure what you're begging for.

He chuckles darkly. "Please what? Please let you go?" You paw at his hand and nod vigorously, and he feels you swallow hard. His fingers now play with the fabric of your waistline, the hand around your throat moving round to the back of your head to grasp your hair. With one swift pull, your neck cranes back as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. “Don’t FUCK with me. You’re getting exactly what you asked for. Now be a good girl and do as I say.”

Your breath hitches at his commanding tone, a mix of fear and desire coursing through you. You nod slightly, careful not to move too much with his grip on your hair.

"Good," he purrs, the mask distorting his voice just enough to send chills down your spine. "Now, stand up slowly."

He releases your hair and moves off of you, allowing you to rise. Your legs feel shaky as you comply, standing before him. His golden eyes bore into you through the mask's eyeholes, intense and predatory.

"Strip," he orders, voice low and dangerous. "Slowly."

With trembling fingers, you begin to unbutton your silk pyjama top. You can feel his gaze burning into your skin as you reveal more and more. The top falls to the floor, revealing the black lace bra that you had kept on in anticipation of him making his move tonight. You hesitate at the waistband of your shorts.

"Did I tell you to stop?" he growls. You pause, wondering what he’d do if you disobey. Apparently you took too long thinking about this, because in one swift motion, Law grabs your arm, spinning you round so that his chest is flush with your back. You feel him manoeuvre to grab something from his person, and just as quickly you feel a cold, hard object placed against the underside of your chin.

“I told you not to fuck about. Now we do things my way.” The cold metal against your skin sends a jolt through your body. You realize it must be the small blade you had noticed earlier. Your heart races, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your veins.

"Y-yes, Mr. Ghostface," you play into the role, your voice barely above a whisper.

You feel his breath hot against your ear as he speaks, "Good girl. Now, finish what you started."

With shaky hands, you slowly push your shorts down your legs, stepping out of them carefully. The cool air of the room raises goosebumps on your exposed skin. You stand there, clad only in your black lace underwear, hyper-aware of Law's presence behind you.

The blade trails down your neck, across your collarbone, and down between your breasts. It's not enough pressure to cut, but the threat is there, heightening every sensation. Law's chest presses harder into your back, and you can feel how hard he is through his jeans. You’re relieved to know that he is enjoying this as much as you.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice husky behind the mask. "Now, on your knees." You comply, carefully turning around and sinking to the floor. The knife follows your movements, never leaving your skin. You can feel Law's presence looming over you, powerful and dominating.

"Hands behind your back," he orders. You comply swiftly, gazing up at the sight before you. Now that you were pretty much level with it, the bulge in his pants was VERY obvious. It looked painful, even. Your lips part in awe, panties absolutely soaked through already. He removed the knife from your plush skin, discarding it onto the sofa, and unzips his jeans, pushing them down to his ankles. He does the same with his boxers, but not before you can notice the significant wet patch across the front of the black fabric. His cock bounced as it was freed from the confines of Law’s pants, and you notice how flush his tip already was. You snap yourself out of the trance you found yourself in, staring and drooling.

"Open wide," he commands, his voice thick with desire. You comply eagerly, parting your lips as he guides his cock towards your mouth. He teases you at first, running the tip along your lips, smearing pre-cum across them. You whimper, and stick your tongue out, desperate to taste him.

Finally, he pushes into your mouth, groaning softly as your warm, wet tongue envelops him. You hollow your cheeks, sucking eagerly as he begins to thrust slowly. His hands tangle in your hair, guiding your movements.

"That's it," he hisses through the mask. "Take it all."

You relax your throat, allowing him to push deeper. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you gag slightly, but you don't stop. The sounds of your wet, sloppy efforts fill the room, punctuated by Law's low groans.

“That’s a good fucking girl” He breathes, picking up the pace of his thrusts. You adjust to his size, tears streaming down your face, gagging and blubbering as he lolls his head back in pleasure. You can see the fall and rise of his chest quicken, indicating how close he already is.

His breath catches in his throat, and he pulls you off his cock by your hair with a “pop”. He glares back down at you through the mask, chest still heaving. “Such a compliant little slut now, huh? Look at you. Is this what it takes for you to fucking listen?” You moan at his words. Hearing him talk like this, you could feel your pussy clench around nothing. All you wanted was him inside you. With his free hand, he holds your chin, using his thumb to wipe your saliva around your mouth. He places his index and middle finger over your lips, and you start sucking them in. He starts thrusting them across your tongue slowly, pulling your head back with the other hand still attached to your hair.

Suddenly, he shoves his fingers down your throat, causing you to gag and cough. He releases his grip on you, allowing you to catch your breath momentarily, before grabbing you underneath each arm. He pulls you up harshly, spinning you back around and pushing you onto the sofa. On instinct, you get on your knees and arch your back, giving him a perfect view of your ass.

Law's hands grip your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. You feel the cool plastic of the mask brush against your shoulder as he leans over you, his hot breath tickling your ear.

"Look at you, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat," he growls, voice dripping with lust. "Is this what you wanted all along?"

You nod eagerly, pushing your hips back against him. "Yes, Mr. Ghostface. Please..."

He chuckles darkly, one hand leaving your hip to trail down your spine. "Please what? Use your words, slut."

You whimper, desire clouding your thoughts.

Without warning, he rips your lace panties off, the delicate fabric tearing easily. The cool air hits your dripping core, making you shiver. Law brings his hand down hard on your ass. The sharp sting makes you cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Answer me when I speak to you," he demands.

“P-please fuck me, Law! Please! I need you inside me.” You wail. Another harsh smack reverberates off of your ass and echoes through the room, along with the sounds of you crying out. His hand returns to your neck and pulls you up against him. You turn your head to try and face him.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” He snarls. Your face goes as white as the one staring back at you. The few seconds of silence are deafening. The sounds from the TV dull as the room fills with overbearing silence.

“I-I-” you try to start, his grip on your throat getting firmer. More tears start to fall from your cheeks as you gaze up at him through the mask, trying to predict his next move. The pressure on your trachea is starting to overwhelm you, and black spots start to cloud your vision. Before you pass out, he lets go and you fall forward, back onto all fours, gasping for breath.

Without warning, he grabs your hips and thrusts his entire length into you. You both groan in unison from the pleasure, yours slightly more strained. He starts thrusting in and out of you at a harsh pace, the rough grip on your hips already burning. The silence that once veiled the room is replaced with the sound of his balls slapping against you with every thrust, his feral grunts and your rasped moans. He removes once hand from your hip to hook into the side of your mouth while he fucks into you from behind.

“Fuuuuuck baby, you take me so well” he drawls. This is the first time during his pursuit this evening that you can feel your Law shining through, clear as day. The use of one of your many pet names has your stomach doing flips, and you can feel your release building up fast.

“M’gonna cum” you strain. The remaining hand on your hip shifts slightly closer to your ass, as you feel his thumb probing at your back entrance, and your orgasm hits you in a wave of pleasure. Back arching even further, mouth agape and drooling, you let out a mix of a moan and a scream. Law watches as you come undone around his cock, feeling you tighten up and watching as your ass clenched around the tip of his thumb, your whole body trembling. The feeling of his own high flooding his senses.

“Thaat’s it, good girl. Gonna cum inside this tight little pussy” He breathes ruggedly, hips faltering to a stop as he releases his load deep inside you. Another drawn out moan expels from you both at the sensation.

Law reaches up and pulls the mask off of his face to help catch his breath, and you turn your head to see his beautiful, fucked out face, forehead drenched in sweat and hair a mess. You can’t help but beam from ear to ear, and he can’t help but smirk back at you. Throwing the mask to the side, he wraps his arms around you from behind and rolls you both onto your sides on the sofa.

You both lay there panting, bodies intertwined and glistening with sweat. Law's arms hold you close, his chest pressed against your back. You can feel his heartbeat gradually slowing as he catches his breath. The room is quiet now, save for your soft breathing and the muted sounds from the forgotten TV.

After a few moments, Law gently turns you to face him. His golden eyes, no longer hidden behind the mask, search your face with a mix of concern and tenderness. "Are you alright?" he asks softly, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face.

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his care. "I'm more than alright," you assure him, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips. "That was... incredible."

He returns your smile, relief evident in his features. "It was," he agrees, "I have to admit, I enjoyed that more than I expected to."

You examine his face, taking in his flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. "I could tell," you tease, running a hand through his damp locks.

He smirks at you again. He kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. “Next time you come up with one of these mask ideas, can you pick one that has a fucking hole to breathe out of?”

“I don’t know, the heavy breathing adds to the immersion” you giggle. He rolls his eyes playfully in response. You begin to trace the tattoos on his arm idly. He leans in again and slots his lips between yours. It was tender, soft, and epitomised the sappy side of Law that he revealed ever so rarely. He withdrew from your lips and paused for a moment, as if he was contemplating something.

“I missed kissing you, too” he admits, the innocent confession causing even more of a blush to form and his eyes to shift to the side.

“Trafalgar D. Water Law, are you going soft on me?” you tease. Your hand moving to his cheek, forcing his eyes to meet yours.

“Don’t ever change. You are more than I could ever ask for, and far more than I ever deserved.” You brush your thumbs across his cheek. “I love you so much, Law".

You can see his eyes go slightly glossy from the emotional confession. “I love you, too, Y/N.” He tucks another loose strand of hair behind your ear and his face contorts into a smirk. “Now who’s going soft, huh?”

The hand that you were using to caress his face pats his cheek lightly in a faux slap. “Can’t have one sincere moment without one of us being a cynical ass hat, huh?” You retort, grinning.

Slowly sitting up from the sofa and rubbing your (rather sore) neck, you can feel the mixture of your fluids leaking out of you. You both head to the bathroom to wash away the remnants of the evening, getting comfortable underneath the covers, bodies entwined with each other.

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The Next Day

Shachi and Penguin opened the door of their Captain’s quarters, in search of Y/N’s log pose, at her request. They headed straight for the corner of the bedroom where a small makeshift living room space had been fashioned; a simple set-up including a sofa, coffee table and small TV.

Penguin fumbled through stacks of paperwork on the table, while Shachi moved around the pillows on the sofa. Y/N had instructed that her log pose may have fallen off somewhere in that vicinity.

“…holy SHIT” Shachi exclaimed, pulling out three items from betwixt the cushions. Penguin turned around and examined the items in his friends hands: a small knife with a black hilt, a ripped pair of black panties, and a plastic, white Ghostface mask.

“Oh my god” Penguin stared in awe. Shachi was particularly distracted by the panties that he gripped in his fist. “Do you think these are… Y/N’s?” he beamed.

“No, I think they’re the Captain’s... OF COURSE THEY’RE Y/N’S!” Penguin examined the other two items in Shachi’s hand. “Man, they’re into some kinky shit.” His friend nodded in agreeance.

They both continued searching for the log pose, but not before Shachi stuffed his new find into the pocket of his boiler suit.

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wileys-russo · 9 months ago

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Leah, London Colney, “I may aswell just retire”

legacy II l.williamson

"lee! baby we've gotta go in five have you packed her bag?" you yelled out from your daughters bedroom, sat on the bed with the three year old on your lap as you quickly braided her hair so it would be out of her face all day.

“i have snacks, her blanket, her mini ball, her teddy, her inhaler, her water bottle, her headphones, her beanie, her rain jacket, a change of clothes and a story book.” leah recounted as she burst into the room with the bright red backpack in hand.

"gunner!" mila chirped as you tied off the second braid and your wife looked like she could have exploded with joy. "yes you are, mummys little future gunner." leah cooed, tickling her stomach as you rolled your eyes.

"she means the dinosaur einstein." you pointed to the bright green mascot sat on the desk as leah turned.

"you are so mean to me when we have early morning training darling, i've half a mind to tell jonas you aren't allowed to train until eleven." leah sighed with a shake of her head as you stood and hoisted mila onto your hip.

"you love it mrs williamson." you grinned, pecking her lips and breezing past as she followed suit with the backpack in hand. "maybe only a little mrs williamson." you stiffened as her hand smacked against your ass.

"leah! the baby." you hissed in warning, your daughter in a critical parrot phase as you'd both lovingly dubbed it, repeating nearly everything and anything she watched either of you do or say.

and with your wifes potty mouth and tendency to gossip it had gotten the pair of you into hot water more than once in the last few weeks.

like just yesterday when leahs mum had tried to put her down for a nap and was promptly told to fuck off, something mila had heard leah shout at the tv while watching a premier league game when you both thought she was asleep in bed, not hovering by the doorway with eager little ears.

"im not a baby!" mila protested with a scowl that was scarily similar to the blonde standing behind her. "yes you are, you could be forty and you'll still be my baby." leah shrugged as your daughter huffed and you cleared your throat.

"our baby." leah corrected with a charming smile as you hummed, taking your daughters backpack out of her hand and grabbing the car keys as leah made sure to take both of your gym bags as the three of you headed out.

"shark song!" mila cheered as you buckled her into her car seat and leah slipped into the drivers side after tossing all the bags in the back. "bubba isn't there any other song you'd like?" leah asked hopefully with a pained winced as you closed your door and sat in your own seat.

"shark song! shark song! shark song!" the three year old chanted pumping her fists and kicking her feet out as if she'd just won the world cup and you grinned, phone connecting and clicking play on baby shark as leah groaned.

"i'm going to murder kyra." leah stated bluntly toward the culprit behind milas obsession with the overtly catchy kids tune, shifting the car into reverse and backing out of the driveway as you leaned across the console and kissed her cheek.

"just look how happy it makes her baby." you chuckled nodding behind you as leah glanced to your daughter who was wiggling and dancing in her seat, screaming along to the lyrics.

"she's lucky she's cute." leah shook her head, smile tugging at her lips as she faced forward and sped onto the main road.

"well she gets that from you."

"leah! there is no way she's going to eat all that." your eyes widened in disbelief as the blonde placed down your daughters breakfast plate in front of you before sitting on your other side with her own.

"mama i'm a growing girl!" mila protested, echoing leahs exact words from dinner last night as you shot your wife a filthy look who wasted no time pecking your lips apologetically.

"me!" mila craned her head back as leah grinned, attacking the three year olds face with kisses as everyone at the table visibly melted at the sound of her giggles echoing around the room.

"hey mila can aunty beffy have some bacon pretty please?" beth asked with a smile from across the table. "good luck." leah mumbled with a shake of her head. "no! my bacon." mila frowned and covered her plate protectively.

"well if there was ever any doubt she's leahs, thats squashed it." kim shrugged as your wife grinned and pushed her playfully. "but mila im so hungry! i might fall off my chair from starvation." beth groaned dramatically, collapsing into her girlfriend who looked down at her unamused.

"didn't ask don't care." mila chirped your own words from dinner last night as leah choked on her eggs and kim whacked her on the back. "that ones on you!" your wife warned as you blushed, mumbling a gentle reminder to your daughter about manners.

"hey mila can aunty wally have a piece of bacon please?" lia asked from your other side as mila nodded, pushing her plate closer and wiggling herself up from your lap as you hurried to steady her as she stood on your knees.

"mila!" beth gasped in betrayal, lia scooting her chair back as your daughter clambered over to sit with her now instead, seemingly more than happy to share her breakfast with her godmother who gave the blonde across the table a victorious smirk as she bit down on a piece of bacon.

"i play now?" you looked down with a smile as a tiny body clung onto your leg, mila recognizing the sound of the whistle to mean she was now able to run around the pitch freely with her aunties as training was over.

"you play now. who do you wanna kick with today bubba?" you squatted down and brushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face. "aunty lessi!" your daughter held her arms up at your best friend whose face lit up.

"now how could i ever say no to you?" the blonde picked her up right away before tossing her in the air and catching her, pulling a face and making mila giggle. "careful less." you warned sternly, the girl waving you off as she grabbed a ball.

"whose on the other team?" alessia whispered to your daughter as a few of the girls lined up, mila frowning as she looked them over. "lots, steffy, mummy and kimmy!" mila decided, simply naming all four girls who lined up making everyone grin.

"okay. remember what we practiced at our sleepover?" alessia placed mila down and squatted to her level, hands on her shoulders as your daughter nodded. "no mercy!" mila yelled making a few of the girls snicker.

"that was aunty mary, not me." alessia teased, pulling down mila's beanie over her eyes as she whined and quickly fixed it as her ball was placed by her feet. "okay. go!" alessia clapped, jogging beside her as your daughter gave it a kick.

one by one she kicked past her defenders, the girls all falling dramatically to the ground making her giggle as alessia continued to coach her forward, now only leah standing in the way of the goal.

"leah!" you called out in warning, recognizing your wifes competitive drive ran deep and she had no problem teaching your daughter 'how to lose gracefully' despite the fact it wasn't a lesson you'd say leah actually knew herself.

though if the blonde defender heard you she didn't acknowledge it, smirk on her face as the girls all cheered for mila who had an adorably concentrated frown on her features now.

"shoot shoot shoot!" alessia encouraged with a clap, mila kicking the ball as hard as she could and you held your breath knowing it had been a long morning and with your daughter due for a nap soon it wouldn't take much to set her off if leah chose not to let her have this goal.

though you breathed a sigh of relief as the ball rolled through your wifes legs and she fell to the ground with a dramatic cry, a soft smile on your face as mila jumped on top of her with a cheer.

"goaaaalll!" alessia cupped her hands over her mouth and cheered, scooping the tiny blonde up and hoisting her on her shoulders, sprinting around on a victory lap and assuring she held on very tightly.

you grabbed a bottle of water and made your way over toward leah who sat up, accepting your hand as you helped her up and were quickly drawn into her hold.

"does it still hurt she's following in my footsteps and not yours?" you teased, squealing as leahs cold hands crept up your top and she playfully bit your neck.

"with a goal like that under her belt i may as well just retire." leah sighed, arms wound around your neck as she gently swayed the two of you side to side, both of you watching on fondly as your daughter raced around with her auties.

"shit its past her nap time isn't it?" leah realised, training having had a delayed start due to a sprinkler malfunction as you nodded and your wife groaned, seeing mila was still very much so wide awake which would throw her off her regular schedule.

"oh she's going to be a nightmare to get down tonight."

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moralesmilesanhour · 1 year ago

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teamwork (makes the dream work...?) pt. 2

summary: miles is not exactly a productive work partner

wc: ~800

A/N: not much plot movement here, but a tiny bit of exposition sort of. Miles will calm down in the following chapters...maybe 🥴

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"Oh Miles? He's in some of my AP classes. Honor student," Your friend's voice filtered through your phone speakers while on the FaceTime call. She popped a potato chip in her mouth as she sat in bed and sniffled, at home with a nasty cold.

"I've heard his name before. I think his dad died, that true?"

"Yeah, a couple years ago. Say he used to be really sweet, and now he don't talk no more."

"That's sad," you remark. "Maybe that's why I'm only seeing him now."

"You actually saw him in class?!?"

Your friend's face was the picture of disbelief, eyes wide as saucers as if this was a rare event.

"Yeah, he's my partner for the week cuz you decided to go and get yo ass sick!" you explained, dramatically jabbing a finger at your phone screen.

"It's not my fault that kid from AP Chem sneezed on me, damn!"

"He's really smart, but his attitude fucking sucks. He draws good, though," you think out loud.

“It’s just a week, sis, give it four more days, you’ll be fine.”

“You’d better hope so, for your sake.”

The following afternoon saw you asking around, trying to piece together a picture of this kid that everyone simultaneously knew and didn’t know. By the time lunchtime ended and Ms. Jones’ calculus class rolled around, you had heard the following:

‘Almost flunked out of school…on purpose’.

‘Did graffiti on the school walls once.’

‘Freakishly quiet’.

‘Secretly joined a gang’.

That last bit made your stomach turn a little as you approached your new temporary seat. Sure enough, Miles was already slouched at his desk, twirling that same pen between his fingers like a drumstick. You didn’t bother to say ‘hi’ this time. He didn’t bother to look up, either.

Miles didn’t say a word during the lecture portion of class, not even to answer questions. Would explain why you’d hardly noticed him until this week.

As the heavy-set math teacher scanned the classroom, she frequently craned her neck and made brief eye contact with Miles, but never cold-called him.

Her skin was a chestnut shade, and she kept her dark hair pinned back in a tight, slick bun. The way she pressed her lips together as she moved on suggested that they’d been through this before, and she'd be sorely disappointed.

When her lecture ended, Miles suddenly stood to his full height.

You weren’t able to tell by the way he sat, but the boy was quite lanky. Even with his awkwardly-broad shoulders slumped, he likely was a half a head taller than you. Ms. Jones stopped her slow pacing around the classroom and sighed.

“Miles, sweetie, what did I say yesterday?”

Miles looked up at the ceiling and sighed in exasperation before plopping back down into his chair. He raised his hand as if it pained him to do so.

“Yes, Mr. Morales?”

“May I please use the restroom?”

A few snickers could be heard erupting around the classroom, and the woman rolled her eyes. An innocent smile was plastered over Miles’ face, revealing two deep dimples in his cheeks. If the smile had actually reached his eyes, you would’ve thought he was cute.

“Go ahead,” Jones relented.

The boy dropped the smile and noisily pushed his chair aside; As he shot back up from his seat and strolled past your desk towards the door, Jones narrowed her eyes at him.

“Hold it. Sir, where are your glasses?”

Miles stopped in his tracks, groaning loudly.

“Oh my god, I don’t need glasses to go potty, Ms. Jones. I can aim, I promise.”

“Make sure you put them on as soon as you get back, your mother told me to remind you. Go,” Jones said, waving her hand dismissively.

“Uh-huh, thank you, ma’am!” The boy was already in the hallway, letting the door slam behind him.

Today's partner work was just a packet of long equations to simplify, so you were only mildly irritated that Miles never seemed to return from his impromptu bathroom trip until the last fifteen minutes of class.

You looked up as he sauntered over to his desk, hands in his pockets.

“Where were you? Class is almost over,” you demanded.

Miles ignored you and sat down, picking up his pen to work at a long string of equations at lightning speed.

Suddenly, you reached over and snapped your fingers in front of him. The boy looked up with his lips curled into a grimace.

"What's good witchu? You got through the work, didn't you?" Miles hissed in a low whisper to avoid catching Ms. Jones' attention.

You frowned deeply. "And what if I didn't? I'd be struggling while you were off running around the damn school-"

"I needed time to myself," he interrupted. "To think."

" 'Think' about what?"

"Personal shit," Miles resumed his problem-solving. "Any more questions, officer?"

The school bell rang, pulling from you a sigh of relief that you wouldn't have to see him again for another 24 hours.

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mellowsadistic · 1 year ago

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Envy

“Dr Smith!” Jennie’s mother shouted furiously as she marched into the therapist’s empty waiting room, dragging her daughter along by the hand. It was after hours, and even the blonde bimbo secretary was gone from her place behind reception. “I know you’re here! Come out and explain yourself!”

Before she could reach the office door, Dr Smith had emerged, hands in his pockets, smiling politely. “Mrs Brown! And Jennie too. How nice to see you. What seems to be the matter?”

“What seems to be the matter?!” Mrs Brown raged. “What do you mean what seems to be the matter? What the hell have you done to my daughter?!”

Dr Smith’s eyes drifted over Jennie, and the faintest smirk twitched at his lips. The outline of a thick adult nappy was visible through her tight jeans, and an inch or so of the plastic waistband was sticking out of the top, leaving no doubt about what the twenty-one-year-old woman was wearing. Her thumb was planted firmly in her mouth and she was sucking on it rhythmically, but when their eyes met, she yanked it out, her mouth wet with drool, and shouted, “You makin’ me act wike a dumb baby! I can’t stop… can’t stop copying my wittle sister! Whatever she does, I hafta act wike dat too!”

Dr Smith chuckled. “I was only helping you with your little problem, Jennie. I’m sure it was hard growing up as an only child all your life, only for your mother to suddenly have another baby. You were telling me how jealous you were of your baby sister and all the attention she was getting. Well, this seems like a perfect solution to me. If you act like her, you’re bound to get just as much attention, if not more!”

“You’re crazy!” Mrs Brown shouted. “Just fix it! Undo it now or I swear to God I will sue you until you’ve got nothing left!”

“Don’t worry, Mrs Brown,” said Dr Smith calmly. He walked over to them, taking his hands out his pockets as he went. “I think this should explain everything.” He held his phone up to her eyes, and at once Mrs Brown’s face went slack.

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong, you see. Jennie’s just being silly, as usual. You know how immature she is. She’s jealous of her baby sister, so she’s acting out for attention.”

“Mummy, stop!” Jennie cried, looking at her mother’s blank expression in panic. “Don’t wook, Mummy!”

“Hush Jennie,” said Dr Smith sternly, and Jennie’s mouth closed at once. “The grown-ups are trying to have a conversation. Go stand in the corner and poop your pants while I talk to your Mummy.”

A whine bubbled up in Jennie’s throat, but she couldn’t stop her body obeying. She fought to put her feet back under her control, but it was useless. She walked over to the corner, facing it like a naughty child. Then she bent her knees slightly and started grunting. She could still hear Dr Smith’s voice behind her.

“During our sessions, Jennie told me all about her plans to start acting like a toddler. She told me she was going to watch what her baby sister did and start copying those behaviours. So if her little sister sucked her thumb, she’d start sucking her thumb. If her little sister made a mess with her food, that’s what she’d be doing every meal as well. And if her little sister wasn’t potty trained, then she wouldn’t be using toilets either. I tried to tell her not to, but she was insistent.”

There was an especially loud grunt from the corner, and Jennie felt a yucky mess begin to fill the back of her nappy. “Nooo….” she whined softly. “Dat’s not twue…” Her face was bright red with shame, but there was nothing she could do to stop herself straining to make a dirty diaper. A strong rush of pee flooded her nappy as well, and it began to sag inside her jeans.

“Of course, it’s totally ridiculous for an adult woman to act this way,” Dr Smith continued. “But my advice is to give her exactly what she wants. If she’s going to act like a baby, then treat her like one. That ought to teach her a lesson.”

Jennie was still facing the corner, and her face was scrunched up with the effort of messing her nappy like an overgrown two-year-old, but she could just picture her mother nodding blankly along with Dr Smith’s words.

“If she wants to embarrass herself by acting like this, then you might as well make sure she goes all the way. Dress her up in onesies and tutus and pink, frilly bonnets – or just let her run around in nothing but her nappy. Feed her baby food and formula. Change her Pampers in the public park. Invite her friends to babysit. And of course, make sure she gets plenty of strict discipline. Maybe that will persuade her to start acting her age.”

Jennie finally finished pooping herself, and she whined again in disgust at the heavy, yucky load in the back of her pants, and in fear at Dr Smith’s words. She looked anxiously over her shoulder, and felt a horrible shiver run down her spine. The doctor was putting away his phone, and her mother was standing there looking perfectly satisfied.

“Thank you very much,” her mother said. “I’m so grateful to have your advice. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

“Not at all, Mrs Brown,” Dr Smith said graciously. “I know little girls can be a handful sometimes.”

“Oh they certainly can,” Jennie’s mother agreed, looking over at her panic-stricken daughter sternly. “Come along, Jennie. It’s time to go home. You can finish your corner time when we get back, after you’ve had a spanking.”

Jennie burst into tears. “Mummy, no!” she wailed. “This isn’t wight!”

But her mother strode over to her, grabbed her by the arm, and started dragging her out of the room. “It certainly isn’t! Twenty-one-year-olds shouldn’t need spankings and corner times. And they certainly shouldn’t need nappies.” Mrs Brown paused for a moment, then she reached down and quickly tugged Jennie’s jeans down her legs and over her feet, leaving her in nothing but a sagging diaper and her socks and shoes below the waist. “There. If you’re going to wear nappies like a baby, then everyone’s going to know it. Plus it will be easier for me to tell when you need changing.”

“Stob it, Mummy!” Jennie sobbed. “It’s Dr Smith! He hyp… hypno… he did something to you too!” She looked back at Dr Smith. There was a wide grin on his face, and his eyes were sparkling malevolently.

“Don’t be silly, Jennie,” said Mrs Brown impatiently, pulling her daughter over to the door and dumping her jeans in the bin beside it as she passed. “Dr Smith is a wonderful man who’s only trying to help us. You’re just a naughty girl who’s acting out for attention because you’re jealous of your baby sister. Now stop struggling, or you’ll be getting a spanking every night this week!”

“Waaaaaaaah!”

#mellowsadistic

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sugoi-writes · 2 months ago

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Guyliner - Adam x Lucifer

Kinktober Day X (Dacryphilia)

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A/N- Sorry I'm late! I hope the 4k word count makes up for that! Aaaaa! Be sure to check out the Coven's Kinktober works as well! @hazelfoureyes @synamartia @macabr3-barbi3 @fraugwinska and @minkdelovely have made some ABSOLUTELY delectable treats for you all!!!

⚠️Warnings⚠️- MLM, angst, hatefuck, anal, rushed anal prep, licking, biting, shoving, cursing, Adam has a potty mouth, dacryphilia, Lucifer being an absolute whore, "Samael/Sam is used to describe Angelic Luci, and uhh-- yeah! Did i mention ANGST? WITH NO HAPPY ENDING? AHAHAHA-- Time to suffer~

The concert went without a hitch, Adam enthusiastically shredding through the closing number. His head was thrown back, chestnut hair wild as the ecstasy of a great performance washed over him. The first man's chest heaved when he landed on his knees before his audience, a shit-eating grin plastered on his plump face. All in a night’s work! A swift flap of his wings has Adam back on his feet, trudging to the mic.

"Fuck YEAH!" The angel growled, grabbing the lead mic off its stand,"Thanks for fuckin' rocking out with us tonight! We love ya! GOOD FUCKING NIGHT!!"

As a trademark of his shows, the overzealous lead singer and guitarist walks away, dropping his microphone as he goes. Meanwhile, the rest of the band is left to bow and wave, thanking the audience once more. The fawning crowd goes into a frenzy, demanding more music and attention. Adam rolls his eyes as they chant to him, laughing breathlessly as he disappears backstage. That was the second encore he had mused tonight… there wasn't a way in Hel– Heaven– he had another song in him.

The chittering, anxious sound engineers and light technicians blew past Adam to the stage. Even with his stellar performance, they were eager to tear down the set and head out. Among the chaos, Adam was handed a bottle of water and a clean towel. The angel was– or pretended to be– none the wiser as he headed towards his dressing room. He pressed the clean, fluffy cloth to his forehead, still panting from exhaustion as he dabbed the sweat away. His wings naturally hung at his sides when he was tired, hugging his figure with his impressive wingspan. Whether it was natural, or to self soothe, no one was ever sure.

And even with Adam’s mind going blank, he could hear something higher pitched and nasally coming up beside him. Ohh, right– his attendant ran to catch up with him, blathering on and on.

"Mr. Adam, sir--"

"Dick Master," Adam corrects, grinning smugly. His assistant groans, but compiles," Dick Master, sir-- the VIPs are here to meet you. You have about 10 minutes to decompress before the Meet and Greet begins--"

"Ten fucking minutes?!?," Adam barks back, eyes incredulous

“It would have been longer if not for the encores, sir.”

The distraught rocker groans, ignoring the fact that this was his own doing," That's not even enough time to yakk it! Or to snag a groupie!!!"

"Please, sir-- Dick Master, sir-- I was told that this was the latest we could push back. We can't cancel this Meet and Greet. These folks paid good money to see you--"

Adam waves his hand dismissively, groaning irritably," Damn, DAMN, I get it-- fuuuuuck, I know--I just wanted a bit more time before I had to greet those little cunts. Dammit-- how much time do I have left?"

"9 minutes and 40 seconds, sir," his assistant squawked, before he was shoved out the way. The larger, lumbering angel starts sprinting, waving over his shoulder dismissively.

"PERFECT, I'll be back in 10!"

"ADAM!!!"

Complaints fell onto deaf ears as Adam collapsed in his dressing room, head throbbing from his performance. He had intentionally cranked the volume past the sound ordinance– as always– but never took his own hearing into account when the show was over. The tinnitus-induced headache did little for the angel’s sanity.

Exasperated with the stiff schedule he had set for himself, Adam swiftly inhaled the water bottle that was given to him. All the while, he was still wiping the sweat off his face. He wouldn’t have much time to compose himself before having to put on another face. Ahh, another performance: the emotional kind. He sighed, glancing at himself in the mirror only to smirk cheekily at his handsome reflection. Maybe he could take a power nap? Or better yet, have a little Me Time, like he threatened? Those fucking chumps would be SCREAMING to touch the hands that had just touched his body... He was sure of it.

Face sufficiently sweat-free, Adam throws his rag away carelessly as he goes to do just that. He freezes when he hears a startled yelp coming from behind. Eyes wide with disbelief, he turns towards the source slowly. His blood runs cold as his eyes finally land on the intruder; to his horror, it was someone he was very familiar with.

"Hehe... Surprise?" A gentle voice called, tail flicking nervously behind his smaller form. ...Lucifer? LUCIFER FUCKING MORNINGSTAR?

"The FUCK are you doing here, Piss Stain? And how in the fuck did you get in here?" Adam scoffs, his 'affectionate' nickname for Lucifer's golden hue rumbling through his chest. Not missing a beat, the fallen angel takes off his hat, letting it rest on a nearby side table.

"Well, I had come to attend a meeting– with the High Seraphims, of course. And I wanted to stop by your show on the way out. I saw– well, heard– uhh, you sounded great!"

Adam's face scrunches up with hardly concealed disdain, gagging at the sentiment," Gross. ‘Didn't ask for you to stay, fuck face. Rude of you to talk to the Higher Ups about your stupid plan while I wasn't there, bee-tee-dubs. You know I already shut that shit down--"

"Adam, it wasn't like that--" Lucifer pleaded, his eyes genuine," I swear to Go-- I promise it was the only time they'd allow me in. I wasn't trying to spite you anymore than I already do.”

A disgruntled huff is his own reply, forcing Lucifer to press on,“They... They wanted to keep us apart, y’know?"

"For obvious reasons," Adam spat, brushing past Lucifer. When he made a move to take his arm, Adam jerked away, not wanting to touch a single inch of the devil’s cursed skin.

"Anyway, as you can see, the show's over. Pack up shop and go back to the shit box you call home. You shouldn't even be lumbering around, considering a demon in Heaven is fair game for extermination."

"Adam, please-- I'm here on good will. If you wanted to kill me, you would have already tried.” A twitch comes to Adam’s eye, showing that Lucifer was absolutely right. He continues, "I know there are rules, and I know it may not be safe, but… I wanted to see the show, I... I wanted to hear your voice again. Despite everything."

Adam slowly turned back towards the fallen angel, his eyes narrowing. For once, Adam searched his face carefully, unable to believe the gentle tone that Lucifer spoke with.

"...why the FUCK would you wanna do that? Last time I talked to you, it was more yelling than talking. AND, you punched me in the fucking face after you-- Ugh, after you and her--"

Adam stammered over his words, face red as he tried to restrain himself. Anger suited his face all too well, hard creases setting in his brow. His frustration of being around someone– especially a mortal enemy– has his rage simmering above the surface.

Lucifer's eyes widened upon seeing Adam rapidly blinking, tears welling in the tired musician's eyes. The angel was quick to rub harshly at his lids, snarling with a thick, palpable venom at his former friend.

"Why the He– why the fuck do you want to see me so badly? Huh?" Adam questioned, unbridled anger threatening to overtake him. When Lucifer reached out, Adam flinched again, avoiding eye contact. Lucifer sighed, retracting his hand slowly– he could take a hint, at the very least.

Even now, with threats and tension hanging in the air, Lucifer was distracted by Adam's eyes. His eyeliner had been smudged near his tear ducts, an irritated, distinct chafe forming a downward arch from the outer edge of his. This showed two things: one, he would cry soon enough. And for two: he did so quite often. It was a thought that never crossed Lucifer’s mind until now, but it also managed to break his heart.

"…Adam, today marks the day when we– y'know– all those years ago?" Lucifer cautiously stated, beating around the bush as if it were filled with landmines. And in his case, it probably was.

Adam’s shoulders tensed, his lip trembling," The FUCK are you on about?" he rasped, voice cracking as his anger continued to build.

"The kiss, Adam. The kiss in Eden," Lucifer said plainly," Y'know... Back when you weren't totally sure about your sexuality? When you... questioned it?"

Adam had a full-bodied, visceral reaction, whipping around to face Lucifer directly. A memory he had long-since buried now floated to the surface like an Old Man log. The painful reminder stood at full mast in the murky, choppy waves of his mind. Adams eyes, heavily irritated from rubbing them, are on the verge of breeching with fresh tears. His pristine white teeth are borne, tone deadly," Don't you DARE bring that shit up again. You know it was a mistake--"

"I didn't think so at all–" Lucifer corrected," I never have! I never WILL. I came here to talk about this--"

Adam shoves Lucifer away roughly, his body striking the far wall of his dressing room abruptly. The space created is soon destroyed by the aggressor, hand slamming against the wall just beside Lucifer's head. Completely caged by the larger man, he listened as Adam barks down at him.

"Was porking my wife not a mistake either?!?" Adam hissed, causing Lucifer to get defensive.

"Adam, I wasn't trying to bring that up again–"

"Yeah, well now it's up again!!! There ya go, Lulu, it's on the fucking table!! So what– you're coming back here just to rub it in my fucking face?! The kiss, Lilith, Eve– all of it?!?"

"I'm not trying to rub SHIT anywhere! Especially not because OF–or ON–you!!! How do you not get that?!" Lucifer yelled, grabbing his wrist harshly. Adam recoiled but was unable to move under the unyielding power of the Devil. Adam opened his mouth, ready to throw toxic vitriol the fallen angel's way... That is, until a gentle, blackened hand held his cheek. Adam didn't move a muscle as a thumb ran across his skin faintly, the tender act causing a heated tear to finally fall. Lucifer was deathly calm, and irrationally sweet to the simmering angel.

"Wh-what... The fuck... Luci--"

"Adam," Lucifer said firmly," ...we've both been... Lonely. It's certainly not a secret... And, it's not a secret that Lilith and I don't see eye to eye right now. She... She hasn't been home. Not for a long time."

The startled angel takes pause, eyes wide and still searching for a lie– for some sort of trick or deceit. Finding none on Lucifer’s face, he presses for more information concerning his former wife.

"How long?" Adam growled

"2 years," Lucifer lamented, his voice much weaker than before. It was his turn to feel his emotions mounting, his eyes becoming misty from the thought.

"...And a part of me thinks she won't ever be back."

Adam hesitates, breath uneven as Lucifer grows closer. He didn't miss the shift in his cheeks, a light, dusty rose rising quickly to the surface. Lucifer pressed on, testing the waters.

"...I missed this, you know. I missed how close we used to be, Adam. I was so... innocent back then. A naive angel who had been far too curious… and, I’ll admit, a little selfish."

Adam didn't make any moves to correct him as Lucifer's other hand came up, holding his round face properly. Even now, amber colored eyes couldn't find the ill intent that the angel was searching for.

"And you... You were so handsome. So strong, so confident... Even when you knew so very little about the world and God’s Plan. You are handsome still, by the way…” Adam’s breath hitched as Lucifer wiped away a stray tear, the touch much warmer and desirable than he cared to admit.

“But you know… I was attracted to all of that. The bravado, the confidence. It's... God, it's part of the reason why I fell so hard in the garden."

“F-Fell…?” Adam echoed weakly, daring him to clarify. Lucifer laughs, a sadness settling over his heart as took a deep breath.

“S-Sam, please, don’t–” Adam pleaded weakly as he tried to pull away, only to be held in place once more. A gentle kiss to Adam’s cheek was all it took for the both of them to shatter.

"I didn't just fall in love with Lilith that day, you know. I was head over heels for you too, you fucking idiot..."

Adam held his breath as Lucifer closed the distance between their bodies, the demon yanking Adam down by his neck to kiss him. For a moment, Adam’s world went white, tinnitus roaring as he struggled to think through his next action.

The kiss was drawn out– as chaste as Lucifer's touch had been. Even when Adam didn't reciprocate, Lucifer didn't want to pull away. It took the taller man pushing him away for them to finally part. Lucifer’s back pressed to the wall once more, but he made no attempts to squirm away as Adam loomed over him. Even now, Lucifer stared at the winded, hysterical angel, unable to tell if he was going to be strangled or kissed. The sentiment sent a surge of courage through his body, helping him to act without thinking. The demon pressed further to see what Adam would do to him.

"You're as beautiful as the day I left," Lucifer mused, lost in the misty, golden eyes of the man he hurt so long ago. He hated to make Adam cry… but he loved the way his eyeliner began to run down his flushed cheeks. A bitter reward for a somber, too-late confession.

Adam shuddered, his resolve crumbling under the pressure of Lucifer’s words," Fuck you and your stupid confession, you liar--"

Despite his harsh remark, Adam caved in to his mental struggle. Fuck it. He would choose Sam–now Lucifer– any day of the week. ...Even if it risked much more than his position in Heaven, as much as he hated to admit it.

The first man yanked the demon off of his feet and back in for a heated, messy kiss. The contact was more urgent now; teeth clattering and tongues sliding along one another as Adam reciprocated physically– like Hell he was using his words.

Lucifer was pliable and eager, unable to fight for the reigns as Adam asserted himself. Like a perfect puzzle piece, his body molded to his with little issue. A moan was devoured by the former human’s mouth, and a grunt was thrown back as a reward. The devil, in all of his woes and desperation, clung to it like his immortal life depended on it. Talons fisted handfuls of fabric, hands blindly groping around for places to caress and skin to squeeze. Lucifer practically swooned over how soft and plush Adam had become... Large thighs and hips supported his new stature, though he could feel the muscle that lay just beneath the soft, surface level flesh. Adam found himself sweating bullets, unable to process what he was doing. Lucifer's body hardly changed a bit... Not since they-- FUCK.

"F-Fuck... Fuck you, you fucking--" Adam gasped breathlessly, his hands hastily cupping the meat of Lucifer's hips. The demon groaned at the manhandling but allowed it all the same.

"Ahhn~ Well, I'm trying to get to that part--" Lucifer quipped," The fucking, that is--"

Adam looks to the clock hanging above his vanity, grunting from agitation," Shit-- only 4 minutes left– ugh, why am I even telling you that?!"

Lucifer grins, kissing Adam's cheek," I don't think either of us can last that long, Big Guy… At least, knowing how long my dry spell is."

"Speak for yourself, asshole," Adam jabs, kneading Lucifer's ass feverishly, "I could have anyone in this room at the drop of a fucking hat–”

The fallen angel laughs before he bites his lower lip, mewling under his scrutiny,” I don't doubt it, Adam–”

"Take this off, now," the brunette commanded abruptly, not wanting Lucifer to say another word. And within a flash, Adam touched the pale, marbled skin of Lucifer's ass. He hadn’t realized that his magic had stripped both of them instantaneously, yelping when he felt a warm hand running down his chest. The feeling of long, well-groomed talons grazing the hair that grew there wasn’t unwelcome… in fact, he practically hummed as he felt a familiar warmth flood his loins. He hesitated, not expecting Lucifer to act so quickly... before he guided his hand lower. Again– fuck it.

"Don't worry about going easy on me, by the way... I can take it," Lucifer assured, eyes fluttering when Adam probed at his entrance experimentally. The needy whine that erupted made Adam's cock kick with imminent need. His brows furrowed as he buried his face into Lucifer’s neck, hiding his face as he grumbled. He wasn't sure what to be mad at: Lucifer, for his perfect, malleable body, or his petulant, always-half-hard cock that throbbed from the tiniest whine.

"I-Im not-- I've never--"

"--Fucked a man in the ass? Yeah, I could tell," Lucifer laughs, amused by Adam’s disgruntled, indignant grunt.

"I prepared in advance for this. You don't have to do anything except take it– take me.”

Adam hissed when he felt the tightness of Lucifer's entrance yield to him, two fingers managing to push in with ease. All of this work, for a near 99% chance to be turned down? Adam had to admit: Lucifer was either stupid or that fucking desperate.

"You're fucking disgusting, you know that? Of course you had this shit planned from the start–"

Lucifer grins, kissing his temple as he shuddered," I was always your favorite angel, wasn't I~?"

Adam took Lucifer’s offer and chose not to hold back. He aligned his throbbing cock to Lucifer’s hole, before burying himself into the smaller man’s heat. He hissed as he thrust down to the base of his manhood, looking to the fallen angel’s face sheepishly. Lucifer had winced from the intrusion but found himself growing hotter from the mistreatment. A part of him knew he didn't deserve any coddling... And yet, the thrill of just being speared on Adam's cock made him feel like he was ascending. He felt like he was actively and truly alive. A heated, tense stare was shared between the two, before Adam dared to begin.

He hoisted Lucifer up higher by the meat of his thighs, wrapping his trembling legs over his hips. He didn't warn Lucifer as he began seeking the deepest parts the Demon had to offer him, his guilt thrown somewhere far away. Lucifer lost himself in Adam's eyes, searching for the mutual feeling that danced on the tip of his tongue. Said tongue became forked, despite his best efforts to keep his demonic traits at bay.

True, the look in Adam's eyes didn't quite match his own... But a fire brewed just the same. If that was all he could get, Lucifer would take and take until he couldn't anymore. He wanted to taste the salt of Adam's tears on his tongue– to smudge the makeup covering his face onto his own. The miserable, heartbroken look on his face absolutely enchanted him; he would ensure that he could remember it for the rest of his life.

It was the same look that haunted his nightmares... the same one that would taunt his feverish, heated dreams. Despite the conflicting sight, it made the fire in Lucifer’s belly flourish to an untamable blaze. He couldn’t control his moans, mouth wide open and tongue lolling just past his sharp teeth as he was thrust into over and over again.

It’s the same look, Lucifer thought again. The same look Adam made when he realized he loved Lucifer. The same look Adam wore when Lucifer had broken his trust and whisked Lilith away for good. Anger, betrayal, and yearning… a deadly, seductive cocktail that Lucifer practically drowned himself in. Call him depraved... but Lucifer was spellbound by Adam's anguish.

Adam's hips began to stutter, the warmth of another person's body bringing him close to the edge. He slammed his eyes shut, coaxing his tears to stop falling. This didn't feel right–none of this had– but physically, it's exactly what he fucking needed. God dammit!!!

Adam's grip on Lucifer's thighs tighten, nails digging into the pale flesh unapologetically. He felt himself groaning hungrily when Lucifer mewled, his partner's hole tightening around his cock deliriously. And there was that tongue-- that tongue that hang out of his mouth as he drooled.

The mere idea of a serpentine, eager muscle lapping at his skin didn't make matters easier for Adam. He was unable to catch his breath as Lucifer made it a reality, quite literally consuming his tears. It was something that should be barbaric, but in his current state, it was irrationally hot.

Adam's mind flashed with images of Lucifer taking his cock into his mouth, struggling to accommodate for his girth as his tongue slithered across the underside of his member. He could almost feel his tongue stimulating the sensitive underside, the flexible muscle dancing in a conniving, sinful pattern. At this rate, he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept thinking of that tongue.

"Cl-Close--" Adam gritted, "God, so fucking close--"

This would be the only courtesy Lucifer received as Adam turned him around, choosing to slam the smaller man and his putty-like body against the wall face-first. Lucifer shrieked in pleasure, his mouth receiving two calloused fingers to shut him up.

"Mmphhn! Nnnngh~ nnnhh! Nhh– Hnnn!" Lucifer wailed, whining with each impact of Adam’s hips.

"Sh-Shut up-- Dammit, shut the fuck UP– Unless you want to get fucking caught! "

Between the new angle, Lucifer’s fluttering entrance, and the debauched noises thrown his way: Adam couldn't hold out any longer. Two harsh, uneven thrusts were all it took for Adam to peak. His perfect, white teeth sunk into Lucifer's shoulder, drowning out his roaring release. Lucifer was no better, fresh tears running down his face as his bullied prostate finally sent him spiraling into an intense orgasm. Both bodies gyrated and ground against each other, milking the overwhelming sensation for a few seconds longer. And for a moment, everything was quiet between the pair.

The two of them stayed connected, unable to part amidst the intense sensations wound down. The volatile, raging storm that brewed in Adam’s mind had dissipated into an eerily quiet drizzle. Adam couldn't stifle his broken gasp among the silence, his cock still throbbing in Lucifer's tight hole.

The angel dared to look to his right, the clock revealing he had exceeded his time by five minutes. Fuck–

"Alright, you had your way, your ass was tight, now get out."

Lucifer hiccupped as Adam pulled out hastily, fumbling to the floor when his legs gave out," F-Fuck... Fuck, Adam, you're-- amazing..."

The angel in question didn't justify him with an answer, hastily wiping the ruined makeup off his face as he looked for his clothes. To his relief, they laid across his makeup chair, ready to be donned. The rockstar stormed to his vanity and uncapped his eyeliner, hastily relining his waterline in an effort to appear normal. From his spot on the floor, Lucifer chuckled as he made himself presentable, the sound of a portal opening breaching the awkward tension.

"Adam..." Lucifer said more urgently, his eyes wistful. The metal-loving angel stops, allowing himself to look over.

"What do you want now--"

The first man was at a loss of words. For a moment, he didn’t see the traitorous angel that broke his heart twice. Instead, he saw the gold and blue, ever-radiant angel, granting him a dazzling smile. The smile that rivaled the Sun... Sam. The soon-to-be Morningstar. His beauty really was captured in the name...

"...I don't know if I can see you again– at least, not here. And I know you're hurting too... But I meant every word that I said before." Lucifer stands to his full height, allowing his horns, his eyes, and other aspects of his demonic form to spring out.

"...you could come to Hell, though. Outside the extermination visits. I'll wait for you, if you decide to seek my company again.”

Adam is suddently stricken with a grief he hadn't realized he possessed, frozen in place as Lucifer fell backwards into the golden portal.

“Wh-What– Wait, Sam–”

"Until next time, Big Guy."

In a flash, The King of Hell vanished, leaving the husk of a rockstar behind. Adam had no time to cope, hand running through his greasy hair as he choked on a sob. He startles as a furious series of knocks clammer at the door.

"Adam!!! Ugh, Dick Master, sir!!! You're late to the Meet and Greet!! What is taking so long, sir?!"

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estrellami-1 · 1 year ago

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If I Should Stay

More housekeeping! I was wrong about the date last time. My hiatus isn’t starting on the 15th; it’s starting on the 13th, possibly a bit earlier. But I’ll see y’all a little less than a month after that!

Part 1 | . . . | Part 38 | Part 39 | Part 40

“Vecna’s got my sister,” Steve whispers into the line, and Robin knows immediately that this time, this next fight with Vecna, is going to be very different.

She’s not going to let two of his atoms touch after what he’s done.

“Okay,” she answers, mind going a million miles an hour. “We know how to fix this, Steve, but you need to focus. Can you focus?”

He takes a deep breath. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Yeah, I can focus.”

“Okay. We need her favorite song.”

“I don’t know her favorite song.”

“Then you need to find someone who does.”

The line is silent for a minute, then Steve gasps. “Cassidy! She’d know.”

“Okay, that’s perfect. Call Cassidy, ask her what Allison’s favorite song is. I’m going to pick up El and we’ll be there as soon as we can, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve says. “Hurry?”

“As fast as I can,” she promises. “Call Cassidy.”

They hang up, and Robin eyes Wayne, who’s already waiting by the door with his truck keys. “I’m gathering this is an emergency.”

“If it wouldn’t be entirely weird, I would kiss you,” Robin informs him, because she barely has a filter at the best of times, and this is definitely not the best of times.

Thankfully, Wayne just laughs. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says. “Toss your bike in the back and get in. I’ll need directions.”

Robin worries her lip. “Y’know the Wheelers’ place?”

“Karen?”

“Yeah. There first, please.”

Wayne offers her a teasing salute as he puts the car into drive, and Robin suddenly thinks this all might just work out.

The drive to the Wheelers’ is uneventful, and she hops out of the truck and pounds on the door. Karen opens it, and Robin grits her teeth. “Hi, Mrs. Wheeler,” she says politely. “Is Nancy home?”

“Oh, yes, of course, come in,” she says, ushering her inside before calling for Nancy.

Robin watches as Nancy makes it halfway downstairs before she sees who’s here. She watches as she goes through all the possibilities. “Hey, Robin, you’re here for the project, right?”

“Yup,” Robin nods. “For, uh. School.”

Nancy blinks. “Right,” she says, casting a glance at her mom, who doesn’t notice. “C’mon up.”

Robin hesitates. “Think we could use the basement?”

Nancy’s eyes flash. “Sure,” she says, and they’re halfway down before she speaks again. “What’s going on?”

“Vecna has Allison. We need El.”

Nancy bites back a curse.

They finally make it down, and El is standing in the middle of the room, waiting for them. “It is time.”

“It is,” Robin nods. “Are you ready?”

Eleven shrugs. “Is anyone?”

Robin gives half a laugh. “I guess not.” She turns to Nancy. “Is there an exit that doesn’t go through the house?”

Nancy nods and leads them out. “I’ll get everyone else,” she says. “Meet you back there as soon as we can. Be safe.”

“You too,” Robin says, grabbing El’s hand and running for Wayne’s truck.

“Where to?” Wayne asks.

“The Harrington place. Will you come inside?”

“All due respect, Robin, but my boy’s in there. There ain’t no way in hell I’m leavin’ him alone.” There’s a slight pause before he says, rather uncomfortably, “Not because I don’t trust you, of course-”

“No, of course not,” Robin waves him off.

“And, uh.” He winks at El. “You’ll have to pardon my French, little lady.”

She giggles at him. “But you weren’t speaking any French!”

Wayne chuckles. “No I wasn’t, and a smart one you are for knowin’ that. No, pardon my French just means excuse my potty mouth.”

El turns to Robin, who says, deadpan, “He means ‘cause he said hell.”

“Oh,” El says, as Wayne splutters but ultimately stays quiet.

Soon enough they’re at the Harrington place, and Wayne barely parks the truck before they’re all running in.

Robin stops him just before they get inside. “Did Eddie explain any of this to you?”

Wayne blinks at her. “No.”

“Shit,” she whispers. “Okay, look, long story short, which I’m kinda really terrible at, like worst person ever, like I can’t tell a short story to save my life-”

“Robin.”

“Right, short story, right. Um, we’ll explain more later, but basically me and Steve are time traveling here from four years in the future because there’s a wizard guy- well he’s not a wizard, actually, it’s Henry Creel, but anyways things happen and he’s got powers and he’s like a wizard and he’s trying to get control of peoples’ heads and kill them. And he’s trying it with Steve’s sister, Allison, right now. So… that’s what we’re about to walk into.”

Wayne sighs. “Is there anythin’ for me to shoot at?”

Robin blinks. “Well, no. Not right now, at least. But later there could be. If you want to be involved.”

“I ain’t lettin’ y’all do this while I sit by and do nothin’. That ain’t how I was raised.”

Robin stares at him for a beat, nods, and together they run inside.

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kzlove · 2 years ago

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oh no you didn't!

syn -> carla jaeger thinks she raised her son right, but this is a sight she never thought she'd see.

modern!eren jaeger x fem!reader

beware of.. foul language, eren is a father, arguing, ymir and eren are siblings (hc)

if you were to ask carla jaeger her opinion on how she raised her children, she'd proudly say she did a great job.

eren always tried to be a respectful boy towards people, and could be such a sweetheart.

sure, his mouth got him in trouble more times than not, and maybe he fought more than he needed to.

but she made sure he was raised correctly for sure.

ymir had no filter on her mouth, but was still likeable by people.

she was carefree and honest with people, which would also get her in as much trouble as eren got into.

but carla was the same way, so there wasn't much she could do about it.

ymir understood, and tried her best to be well behaved. even with her potty mouth and snarky remarks.

carla's marriage with their father didn't work out in the end, so it was always just her and her two children.

it was hard for her to push on at some point, losing it and failing her kids for a part of her life.

but that didn't slow them down on being successful.

ymir went into the music industry, having her own group that she allowed her brother to pitch in every now and then.

she got a wife, who had a daughter. luckily, the daughter loved ymir like she loved her mother.

eren was able to get him a wife, have a well paying job, and advancing in his studies and the world on its own.

just a few months back (six to be exact) you were able to bring life into the world for eren.

a daughter.

ymir couldn't visit as much, so she left that to eren to fill their mother's loneliness.

and because his mother held a huge place in his heart, he always made sure to take a week or two to visit and stay in his mother's home with his little family.

they never get to see each other alot, so eren always goes all out when it comes it his mother.

so when she walked into the house from buying groceries, she never expected to hear this.

"i work hard. for this goddamn family. and this is how you fuckin repay me?" eren's voice boomed from upstairs.

carla paused and raised her eyebrow in confusion, placing the groceries on the cleared off counter.

did something happen while she was gone or was eren just being dramatic yet again?

sometimes carla swears she raised two daughters instead of one.

eren must've not heard his mother when she walked in, because he just continued going.

"but-" "there aren't any buts! you think i'll be all 'akekeke' after you fucked my boss? in my clothes?" eren cut you off, sounding angrier and louder than before.

carla held her gasp in her throat, placing a delicate hand over her mouth.

had you cheated on him?

in his mother's home? the home he grew up in?

carla had half the nerve to dash into the room and begin cursing and yelling as well.

but suddenly remembered one thing when she made it past the picture frames on the wall.

eren was a grown man now. his mother couldn't always handle all his problems for him.

so she paused where she was and listened.

"you have the nerve to have him hold my child, and have sex with him in the same room?!" eren grew even louder, making you sob even more.

carla shook her head in disbelief. she would definitely have to call mrs. springer when they were done.

the older woman listened even more, hearing her son mutter 'you know what' before a bit of shuffling could be heard in the room.

carla assumed eren was tossing you out of the house, until a scream rang throughout the house.

suddenly, carla grabbed a wooden spoon from the kitchen and dashed upstairs, running to the room you were staying in.

the possibilty of eren putting his hands on a woman was extremely low.

then again. the percentage was not zero.

when carla opened the door, the sight she'd seen was definitely not what she was expecting.

you and eren were kneeling beside each other at the foot of the bed, backs towards the door.

at the sudden outburst, you two whipped around and looked at carla.

she paused, still clutching the wooden spoon in her hand.

"what's going on." carla demanded, out of breathe and looking between the two of you.

she definitely missed the little bundle of joy between you giving her a sleepy, gummy smile.

"it's not what it looks like." eren said, holding his hands in the air.

in his hand was a ken doll, dressed in a suit with white paper wrapped around his neck.

in your left hand, was another ken doll with a (horribly) drawn mustache and the same suit. the only difference?

the paper around his neck was yellow.

your left hand held a barbie doll that wore a red bathing suit, a very small towel wrapped around her body.

carla blinked in confusion at the sight before her, before looking at her son for an explanation while lowering the spoon.

"we can't get her to sleep." eren complained, looking towards his little girl.

carla looked at you, who was smiling just a bit with the dolls still in your hand.

she then averted her eyes to eva-lee, your shared daughter.

little lee cooed at her grandmother, before rubbing her eyes with her little fists.

"so.. you had a argument. with dolls." carla said, rubbing her forehead in growing annoyance.

you and eren looked at each other, the dolls in your hands, and then back at eren's mother.

"uhm.. yeah." eren said, placing the dolls down and standing up to his full height.

you followed after, placing the dolls down and smiling just a bit.

carla was entirely speechless.

she didn't know what to say, or why eren thought this was an amazing idea to put his daughter to sleep.

the room stayed silent for a bit, save for little lee's tiny coos.

"eren." carla sighed rubbing her temples in soft slow circles to ease the headache coming along.

"we were just mimicking your dramas!" eren defended, gesturing to his mother.

none of carla's dramas were like whatever eren was up here doing.

"oh just give me the dang baby. and stop cursing around her." carla scoffed, stepping over to pick the young girl up.

but before she could approach, you stood in front of your daughter and held a finger to your lips.

carla raised her eyebrow, peeking around to look at her grandbaby.

eva lee was knocked out, sucking on her thumb while snoring softly.

carla couldn't believe eren's ridiculous tactic had actually worked.

her son wore an extremely proud smirk, looking towards his mother with an 'i told you so' look on his face.

"you know what? make dinner yourself eren. put the groceries away while you're at it." carla scoffed, shooing her son away.

eren let out a dramatic gasp. "that's not even fair!" he yelled, protesting like a teenager.

loud wails rang throughout the room, making everyone look at eva lee.

she was wide awake once more, and fussier than ever.

"get your ass downstairs and cook, eren. i'll help my daugther in law." carla smiled evily, lifting up the baby in her arms while cooing.

you stuck your tongue out at him and watched as he pouted, childishly stomping his way downstairs.

of course not before adding in his two cents.

"this is such bullshit!" he had yelled towards the two most important women in his life.

yeah, carla was definitely telling mrs. springer about this.

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