#oh lawd he ARRIVE

[magnifiico]

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[howthesleeplesswander]

starter for @greedbent ((oh lawd he cometh asfjdk it's the end for kaz 8'D))

Look, Kaveh was a pretty understanding guy. He truly believed that most people were inherently good deep down at their core. And if that were true, just think about how much higher those good people could strive with a little belief and encouragement!

So, yes: ninety-nine percent of the time, Kaveh made an effort to be empathetic and kindhearted. To connect with people rather than making assumptions or passing judgement.

But—! BUT.

Every once in a while, someone came along who was an exception. Not to name names, but it'd come as no surprise that a certain roommate of his had more or less invented this category. It wasn't that Kaveh didn't want to give those people all the same kindnesses, mind you! It was just...hard to do that when a person did everything in their power to purposely drive him to his breaking point.

This was another one of those times. There were two of them, now. Just lovely.

When Kaveh burst through the door of the busiest tavern in Sumeru City, the storm clouds in his expression were starkly out of place. Any hope of drinking and merriment this evening had already been dashed—and he'd just about had it with the person he knew had to be responsible. Again.

Vermilion eyes scanned the crowd, passing over anyone wearing a single speck of color or with any trace of warmth, compassion, or overall joy for life in their expressions. And when he finally spotted the man he searched for, Kaveh bristled like an enraged rishboland tiger. (Well...more like a rishboland kitten, really. Before there were any claws or fangs or intimidating features to speak of.)

"Hey!" A harsh shout disrupted the atmosphere for a few beats. Kaveh ignored those who turned to stare in favor of pointing at the black-clad figure across the room. Storming up to Kaz with his feet stomping like a toddler, he plastered on his best 'no-nonsense' face.

"Alright, what did you do this time?" No point in false pleasantries; considering Kaz never even tried to hide his disapproval of Kaveh's continued survival, they were well beyond that. "Jesper was supposed to meet me for dinner over an hour ago! He would never just stand me up like that, and yet this is the second time this has happened since you guys came back to Sumeru. I know it has to be your doing, so you might as well come out with it!"

[notapradagurl]

Bad For Me.

Black Fem! / Plus Size Reader x Trevant Rhodes!Daddy Dom!

A/N: I don't condone cheating, don’t forget to reblog, comment and like to support your favorite writers.🫡❤️

Taglist: @sageispunk @henneseyhoe @megamindsecretlair @thecapodomme @partygetsmewetter-x @planetblaque @flydotty @avoidthings @euphorichappiness10 @meech667 @kayla-charmanderrr96 @kindofaintrovert @westside-rot

Word Count: 2,019k.

Summary: See Ask. Trevante was the ultimate lover man, he loves on you like no other and punished you when needed, until one day you did something out of line.

Warnings: straight-up filth, daddy-dom, dirty talk, degradation kink, fingering(fem receiving) praise kink, Daddy kink, aftercare, Use of AAVE, use of the n-word, stubborn reader, A failed sneaky link, sloppy kissing, spanking, unprotected sex, emotional cheating.

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You arrived home from work with a stank attitude and glad that it was quiet in the house.

Closing and locking the front door behind you, strode through the hallway and entered your shared bedroom with your man.

You were such a control freak and stubborn, bad combination.

While you were working as a receptionist, you were aware that Trevante was currently occupied with acting in a movie as he has been quite busy lately.

You are furious with Trevante because the two of you were arguing about an old flame of yours, Saint.

You were having a late night talk with your girlfriends about who had the best dick. Saint or Trevante?

Obviously, Trevante wasn't worried or concerned about ol’ boy, but the way you and Sonia talked about Saint as if he was better than Trevante prickled at his nerves.

You told him not to worry about it but you couldn't help but you feel like elated at the hold you had. It was bad though.

You fished out your phone from your purse, and scroll through your contacts.

Finding a old flame of yours, you decided to have a sneaky line with him.

It was the right time to get into some naughty attire, you slipped on a black crop top, teasingly showing off a hint of your lower neckline. No bra, The raven-colored mini tennis skirt was impeccably short, revealing her black lace panties.

You couldn't fib to yourself, you felt guilty about doing this. Why were you doing this? To win some argument and have control over him?

Trevante was so good to you, he pampered you, showed you affection, dicked you down like he was a pornstar in an adult film.

He made sure you knew for a fact that he was all yours, and you were all his. He was protective and a gentleman.

Oh lawd, don't even get me started on his body, he was incredibly committed to his workouts and has become incredibly muscular.

His chiseled chest and bulging muscles made your clit throb on sight. You loved that man and he loved you.

It's been weeks since you last talked to him, you were talking to an old flame of yours by the name of Saint, judging by his name and that man was far from one but more like a sinner in the bedroom who needed holy water.

Saint liked to take his time with your body in the bedroom, he was an ass man and loved the way your curves filled out every inch of your outfit. He would worship your body, leaving no inch untouched by his hands and lips.

And while the sex was mind-blowing with him, it was nothing compared to the connection you had with Trevante.

Trevante brought out a different side of you that made you start a family, having a couple of kids. Hell, get married too. But that dick? It was a so thick, veiny, and long in your hand. The thought of it made you clench your thighs together.

You: Can you come over? I'm feeling lonely. Can I get some dick? 😏

Saint: Don't you already have a nigga at home? 😭🤔

You sighed and sucked your teeth at the vibrant screen, slumping against the sage-green couch with your legs crossed comfortably, Saint was a smart man, he usually wouldn't hesitate to fuck you but now he's changed.

You: No, send me a picture now. 🤭

Saint: yo’ lying ass, I don't do that nasty shit anymore girl, 😭 and I've seen you with Tre, the videos and pictures of y'all two. I don't want no smoke with no. You've got a man.🤨

You: SAINT, come on noew!🙄

Saint: Hell nah, I'm blocking your number and deleting it, get back you sinful woman.🤺🤨 I've changed my ways and gave ‘em to the Lord.

You: Boy your ass is lying straight through your teeth, 🙄

Saint: *sends pictures of his church choir and picture with his new girlfriend Angel*

You: Oh…. my bad.😭

Saint: damn right that's yo’ bad, People can change, now go back to your nigga. I'm sure he wouldn't want you doing this and he loves yo’ ass. 🤨

You: How do you know what he looks like?😭

Saint: I’ve seen his ass, that nigga looks like he can crush me, all buff and shit, I'm out! peace Y/N.

Apparently, Saint decided to be celibate and become a born-again Christian, he wasn't joking at all. You guessed that he had to live up to the name ‘Saint’

Maybe he was right, people can change if they choose to change that is.

After the failed sneaky link and being blocked by him, having your number deleted, you plopped on the couch in the living room. Feeling dumb as hell.

You heard keys jiggling and the door creaked open, your devious grin fell into a frown and slipped your phone under a book.

Your eyes landed on your man walking into the house with a smile on his face.

“Hey there beautiful, how are you?” He asked softly,

You quickly stood up from the couch with a fake smile, “H-hey baby, welcome home…” you replied with a fake chuckle.

His eyes roamed your body and studied your outfit, his devious smirk curled up. “Oh? Is this all for me baby girl?” he teased, pecking your forehead.

“Oh? Uh…i just had to change out of this shit..” you quickly replied, running forward your bedroom.

He noticed your phone buzzing under the book with his hand and moved the book out of the way, “Baby…you—” he said, cutting himself off.

His eyes looking at the texts between you and Saint, and his face twisted up.

He had no right to look through your phone but you were caught red-handed through text messages.

He watched you walk into the living room with a black tank top and matching shorts.

He showed you your phone while your teeth nervously sank into your bottom lips,

“So you've been talking to Saint behind my back?" he asked, his tone was stern.

his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and anger.

You felt a lump forming in your throat as you tried to come up with an explanation. You swallowed your pride and spoke up.

"I...I didn't mean for it to happen like this," you stammered, pouting your lip.

"We were just talking, reminiscing about old times. It didn't mean anything."

Trevante's brows furrowed, his gaze piercing through you. "Talking about old times? And asking him for...dick?" His voice was laced with disappointment.

"I thought we had something real, something special. But now, you hurt me."

You felt your heart sink as you looked into his eyes, realizing the pain you had caused.

"Trevante, I'm so sorry. It was stupid of me to reach out to him. I was just caught up in the moment, trying to prove something that didn't even matter."

He let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. "You don't need to prove anything to me, baby. I love you just the way you are. But this hurts."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took a step closer to him, reaching out to touch his arm. "Please, Trevante, forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. You're the one I want, the one I love."

"I need figure out if I can trust you again. This isn't something I can just brush off, but I do think you need some punishment."

Your eyes widened in shock and stepped closer to him, Trevante scooped you up in his arms, carrying you through the hallway and entering the bedroom. He threw you on the bed and watched you strip out of your clothes.

He gently parted your folds and slid his fingers between them eliciting you to gasp softly, “I'm sorry..” you moaned, your hands gripping the bedsheets for dear life. His large hand squeezed around your breast and suckling roughly.

His smirk curled upon his attractive face with his pace picking up, and your essence pooled around his thick fingers, “I don't think you mean that baby girl..” he groaned, biting into your neck.

The teasing became annoying when you wanted his dick inside you, pulsating between your wet walls. The wet filthy noises of your pussy swallowing up his fingers, “Doesn't daddy take care of you hm?” he hummed in your ear, his thumb rubbed your clit, he spanked your ass.

“Yes! You take care of me!” you cried out, nodding your head as you began to roll your hips. your essence soaked the sheets beneath you. So close to your climax, your juices gushed everywhere.

His clothes were tossed across the bedroom and latched his large hand around your neck, bringing your face close to his. He kissed your lips lovingly.

He laid his back against the plush green bedsheets, Tre hoisted you upwards to ensure that you faced him forward, and he lowered you onto his dick, “fuck..” you moaned, Tre hissed sharply. Bouncing you up and down on him at a steady pace.

You knew it wasn't good to text Saint about getting some dick from him when you could've asked Tre, you missed your man’s touch. Tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks, your thighs clapped against his.

The way your juices damn near coated his whole dick after every thrust drives you wild. “I-i’ll be good I promise…” you slurred, your mouth hung open.

He loved the way you hovered over him with your hands resting beside his head, his large hands gripped your hips tighter. “What a pretty sight, I love it when you make a mess on my dick” he cooed, his eyelids closed tight from the skin to skin slapping.

You collapsed on top of his burly body with your hips still moving against him, you didn't want to tap out and you screamed out his name again. “You're gonna be a good lil slut for me?” He asked, he watched you nod but he smacked you ass again.

“Talk to me princess..”

“I'll be good, I'll be good..fuck!”

He rubbed the vibrator around your clit and kept the pace in his fingers, the sweet torture sent you to the edge, fueling his dominance. “Damn right you will…” he muttered, pulling you down and kissing your lips.

You creamed and squirted on his dick after the final thrust, he gently pulled out of you before his cum landed on his own stomach, “that's my girl..”

You wouldn't mind having his kids but parenthood wasn't in the books right now, you were more than glad that he pulled out. You were on birth control as well, he stood up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

Trevante came back into the bedroom with a warm yellow washcloth and gently wiped the mess from between your legs, you sighed in bliss. He pulled up his grey boxers and sweatpants. You grabbed his tee shirt and slipped it on.

The two of you lay side by side with your eyes fixed on the man, “I'm sorry baby..” you apologized, pouting your lips.

“I forgive you but we've got to work on us okay?”

You nodded in response, standing up from the bed and heading straight for the bathroom, Tre followed behind you and joined you in the shower, indulging in each other as the stream flowed out of the door.

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[lost-in-lamentation]

human world headcanons

a/n: i just know half of the brothers would break into the human world under the excuse of seeing their favourite human, only to be distracted 9 seconds later. and so; human world shenanigans.

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lucifer.

here's one that doesn't stray from his goal.

lucifer heads straight to your house (without warning).

but he forgets that you have work today; he also does not have the key to your front door.

your neighbours start to wonder if the strange man who has been sitting on your doorstep is lost.

one kind-hearted neighbour sends you a picture of the lonely demon on your porch, along with the message "he's been there for hours."

a fit of laughter and a 20 minute drive later, you embrace lucifer tightly.

"sorry, sorry," you manage to giggle out as he tries to scold you for not having your d.d.d. on you.

lucifer finally relents the harsh glare when you tell him you'll cook a special dinner for him.

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mammon.

he's distracted in all the right ways.

first, he grabs you a drink from your favourite human world café.

mammon will then head to the grocery store and look for your favourite snacks.

he's so focused on the task at hand that he doesn't notice you side eyeing him from two feet away.

when he finally does notice, he turns on his heel and ducks his head, trying to escape your gaze.

it's too late now, though; you've already got a hand on the edge of his jacket, yanking him towards you.

"mammon. does anyone know you're up here?"

"... you do."

"not good enough!"

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leviathan.

see, he really wishes he could be distracted.

after all, the human world has so many anime and manga goods stores that he wants to visit.

but being the shut-in he is, he'd rather wait inside your house until you have time to go out.

unlike a certain brother, he remembers the key to your door (mainly because he doesn't want to be stuck waiting outside).

he does also shoot you a quick text before he enters, just in case you're inside and he freaks you out, or in case you're out of the house.

you enjoy having levi over; he doesn't drag you back outside as soon as you've got one foot through the doorway.

but perhaps the real problem is getting him back out.

because, why leave when he can game without his brothers interrupting his boss level speed run?

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satan.

oh lawd he's NOT coming.

he saw a cat on the road; as far as you know, he's gone forever.

satan only stops when he sees a street library box, curiosity getting the better of him.

it's maybe a few hours later that he remembers to text you of his arrival in your realm.

you call him almost immediately, asking where he is, only for the blonde to respond "i'm not quite sure myself. i followed a cat here."

your eyebrow twitches, and you almost want to give satan a taste of his own wrathful medicine.

"if it helps, the cat was a tortoiseshell."

"how is that supposed to help?!"

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asmodeus.

luck is on his side today, as his walk to your place takes him right past the shopping district.

it may have also taken him inside a few stores.

meanwhile, you lounge around at home, blissfully unaware.

that is, until lucifer calls you with much urgency in his voice, saying "MC, please tell me asmodeus is with you."

your neighbours can hear you screaming from the inside of your car as you pull out of your driveway.

a part of you is grateful that it's asmodeus at the mall; although he spends, he's not quite as bad as his older brother.

when you finally find the demon in the shopping center, you grab hold of his scarf, dragging him and his bags towards your car.

"MC, wait! i haven't bought a good lip tint for you yet!"

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beelzebub.

unlike most of his brothers, beel makes it his priority to call you first thing upon arrival.

his second priority is to find the shop where that delicious smell is coming from.

"beel, do NOT move from where you are, or i swear i will call lucifer and have him drag you back to hell himself."

you're glad the shopping and food square is walking (sprinting) distance from your place.

in your panicked rush, you leave your front door wide open, leaving your neighbours to wonder what you're up to this time.

it's a good thing the avatar of gluttony is so tall; you find his orange head standing close to the decorative water fountain in the middle of the square.

"oh, MC. you must be hungry after running like that."

you can only plant your hands on your knees while catching your breath, and beel waits patiently for your approval to go grab a snack.

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belphegor.

does not call or text you when he heads up to the human world.

you're most likely to come home to him already knocked out cold on your couch.

belphie is a quiet sleeper, so it takes you a few minutes to actually realize that he's there.

when you do realize that he's there, you unwillingly release a yelp, waking up the sloth demon.

belphie's expression shifts from a glare to a smile when he remembers he's in your house and not the house of lamentation.

"welcome home," he mumbles sleepily, stretching his limbs out one by one.

"belphie, how many times do i have to tell you to text me before you come over?"

he shrugs in response, instead dragging you onto the couch for a well deserved nap with him.

a/n: praying that my demon bro bias does not glare anyone in the face with these headcanons. i'm soft for all of them, i swear.

[apostleofgreed]

My friend's thoughts on read Gideon the Ninth (she's doing audio book)... Spoilers obviously

Oh my God I'm less than an hour in and I'm sick of the word ass

The gals have just arrived at wherever it is they've gone to

Like it's taken 7 chapters to get the information of "I tried to run away, did not succeed, that Slag I hate who killed her parents wants me to be her guard dog, were off lets go"

I can't believe this bitch just said "yo"

Gideon is full cockney

"He had upsetting biceps" mood

I need you to know he's incredibly Welsh (regarding Magnus)

Yeah Magnus is my fave tbh I'm like just make the book about him

Oh what the fuck (Magnus died)

Are you joking me this is a travesty it's rude (Still Magnus)

I think I like Harrow because she's just unapologetically a bitch and Im here for that

70% of this book is everyone arguing

If they were that committed to killing like 200 other kids why not just... Stab her???

I'm like Gideon you just had a bath for the first time are you sure you wanna try the pool babygirl

Cause she sounds like she's old Gideon stop being a gentraphile (about Dulcinea)

I've been listening to this whole thing like weird flex that you fancy her but ok

(At this point she told me I'd need to give her the plot for the next two books as she wasn't invested enough to get them)

Nah I got like 2 hours left. More people have died and the CEO of the universe is en route

To be fair I'd be fuming if I was the emperor and I'd paid for all of my world rules to go on an all expenses paid trip to my second home and they all start dying for real and ruining the house

V glad Naberius Tern is dead

Oh lawd everyone really do be dying

"I want to die! Why was I born so attractive?" Is such a big mood

She has bought and finished Harrow. I'll collate her thoughts soon.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I cannot get enough of ur Tangerine smut LAWD I love it. Would you ever write one where he and the reader are on a mission and Tan screws up something so the reader lets out her anger (& repressed attraction) on him by throwing a punch so he puts her in her place & it just gets FILTHY😩

hii! thank you! omg I LOVE shit like this, and the tension🤭 you wanted filthy, im giving you filthy. also sorry it’s taken so long. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

wrong turn

Tangerine x fem!Reader

wc || 1.9k (oops, couldn’t stop writing it)

warnings || 18+ only. swearing + explicit content (literal word porn, repressed attraction kinda sex- the good kind. p in v) minors dni

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Being professional partners with Tangerine was never easy, especially if Lemon wasn’t there to diffuse tension. You desperately relied on Lemon to be the buffer between you and Tangerine, but unfortunately, he was back at home, bed-bound with tonsillitis. So this week, it was just you and Tangerine, together for five long days in an unfamiliar city.

“You’re going the wrong way.” You state, pointing to the sign before he gets a chance to speed past.

“I’m not, this is the right way.” He grumbles, keeping his eyes on the road in front.

“No, this way is going into the city centre- it’s the wrong way.” Quickly checking the mirrors, grabbing the steering wheel to change lanes.

“What you doing? You prick… great. Stuck behind this fuckin knob.” He groans, honking at the lorry in front.

“There is a speed limit, you know.” You snark.

“Speed limit, my arse.” Swerving around the lorry that was hogging the lane.

“You don’t have to be such a prat.” You prod.

His neck whips around to flash you a face that said ‘come again?’ Immediately covering your mouth to stifle a cackle. “See? It’s the right way.” You taunt once more.

“Fuck off.” He mumbles under his breath.

“What’s that?” Tilting your head to the side.

“I said, well done.” Forcing a sarcastic smile, giving you an obnoxious thumbs up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You jest, turning your attention to your window to hide your grin.

“Now, I’m fuckin lost.” He grumbles, pulling into a ditch.

“We’re gonna miss them.” You point out, checking the time on your phone. “I knew I should’ve driven… they’ve probably already left-“

“Will you shut up?” He groans, emphasising each word.

“No… if you weren’t so arrogant, we’d be there and gone by now.”

“Yeah, that’s real helpful, that.” He snarks, thumping his head back against the headrest.

“Let me drive?”

“No.”

“Why?” Face contorting. “I won’t crash your precious car.” You mock.

“You’re an awful driver.” He gutturally laughs to taunt you. “You go over a curb and you’re like ‘oops’” Grinning at the memory earnestly.

“No, I don’t.” You defend yourself, trying not to laugh.

“Yes, you do. You did it last week.” Deeply chuckling.

“When?” You object.

“Um, last week… Lem nearly went through the fuckin windshield.”

“Oh shut up- that didn’t happen.”

“Maybe… because you were…” pausing to lower his voice. “Singing to your music.”

“Sod off. Now move, we’re never gonna get there.” Swatting him from his seat.

“No.” Pushing your hands away to grip the steering wheel, pulling from the curb to continue driving.

“You have some issues.” You mimicked, slouching and sulking in your seat.

“Not the first woman to tell me that.” He added, grinning with his eyes glued to the road.

When you both finally arrive at the location, you notice the lack of cars parked outside the warehouse. Staring through the window, looking over your shoulder to Tan. “Where is everyone?”

“We must’ve missed them.” He claims.

“‘We’? Nah, you missed them. You got too much penis pride.” You state indifferently. Your eyebrows pull together when you hear him snicker from behind.

“Penis pride?” He mocks, hiding a grin.

“Shut up, you know what I meant.”

“Nah, I don’t. Elaborate.” His head tilted to the side.

“Your need to be in charge because of” pausing briefly to face him again. “…that.” Pointing downwards.

“‘That’? He chuckles deeply. “You mean my cock.” His head lowering, his smirk taunting you.

“Shut up.” Turning back around to hide your burning cheeks.

“You blushing?” He mentions.

“No.”

“I can see you, you know.” He scoffs, waving into your window so you could see his reflection.

Quickly raising your hand to smack the light off, flashing him a scowl.

“Did I make you nervous?” He taunts one more, tapping the exposed skin on the nape of your neck. Immediately swatting it away, slapping his hand. “Anybody ever tell you not to touch a woman without her permission?” You ask with a faux glare.

Raising his hands to show his innocence, dropping them into his lap. “If I’d ask, you’d say yes.” He grins, leaning towards your seat. “Am I correct?

“You should be more annoyed about this.” You change the subject, gesturing to the empty warehouse.

“It weren’t my fault.” He shrugs.

“This again?”

“You brought it up.”

“It’s frustrating that you won’t admit it.”

“Admit what?”

Your face screws up, clearly growing irritated.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He taunts again.

Twisting around, smacking him hard against his bicep.

“Do it again… I dare you.” His head lowers, staring into your eyes.

Lifting your hand, you ball it into a fist, hitting him again. He wraps his hand around your wrist, holding it as he pulls it away. “I don’t think so.” He shakes his head, lowering your hand to his thigh.

His grip over your hand was loose so you had plenty of opportunity to pull away, but you didn’t. You just stared into his eyes as you silently agreed to let his hand move yours. Trailing it up his thigh.

“Look down.” He says quietly, his eyes nodding to his crotch.

Slowly glancing down, noticing the huge tent in his trousers. Turning your gaze back to his face, pleadingly looking up at him through hooded eyes.

His fingers softly brush up your thigh, intensely staring at your shallow breathing chest. Lingering a singular finger up your arm until he reached your neck, slowly trailing up your throat and up to your parted lips. Brushing over the soft skin, staring directly into your soul.

It was like some sort of mind game, a game to see who would crack first. You wanted it to be him, but the way he touched you so lightly made you question your strength.

His other hand continues to graze up your thigh, itching upwards and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. It was like a switch went off in your brain that told you ‘fuck it.’ Crawling yourself over the gearstick to straddle his thick thighs. Instinctively he slides his seat back, allowing more space for you. Gently yanking the sides of your face, desperately pulling you in for an urgent kiss. Brashly working over yours with soft content groans, his hands sliding down to grip your neck. Loosely holding as he trails kisses along your throat, his thumb lifting your jaw to allow him better access, grazing wet hurried kisses along the skin.

His hands snake around your back, his fingers spread wide as he clasps your skin, desperately needing to feel more of you. Lazily licking up your throat to resume deep kisses to your needy lips.

His fingers lightly teasing over your back, travelling down to grip your waist. Pulling you further down into his lap, grinding you against his aching clothed cock. “Fuckin hell.” He groans between kisses, heavily exhaling into your mouth.

Pulling yourself in him closer, your chest flush with his. Wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair to deepen the heavy makeout.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He murmurs against your skin. Sliding his hands under your clothing so he could freely roam your body. Grazing his fingertips over your hot flesh.

“I want you.” Burying your face into the nape of his neck, quietly panting against his skin.

Tan looks up at you, scanning your face, taking in the beauty of your natural features. Eyes darting over your face.

“What?” You ask, a hint of worry in your voice.

“Nothing… you’re just beautiful.” He grins, nuzzling his face between your chest.

“Softie.” You sweetly joke, smiling down at him. Your eager hands unbuttoned his shirt, as he fiddled with yours, practically ripping your top from you. His palms immediately clutching to your chest with a wide grin across his face, kneading into them through your bra.

He snakes his hands over your hips, grabbing them to lift you up. Instinctively, you reach down to undo his trousers, unzipping them so he could slide the fabric out from under himself. Slipping your hands down, prying away the waistband of his boxers, allowing his cock to spring out and stand attentively against his stomach.

His fingers slide up your inner thighs, roaming over the wet patch in your underwear. Smirking as he slips his hand into the fabric, teasing through your wet folds. Separating the fabric and dragging it over to the side to create an opening for him.

Gripping himself from the base, giving himself a couple firm tugs, never once leaving your eyes. Scanning your face for permission once more, to which you eagerly nod.

Lifting yourself to hover over him, aligning yourself with his tip. Gripping himself, sliding his head through your slick. Slowly pushing himself into you, urgently grabbing around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. Steadily lowering you down, allowing his full length to completely fill you. Melting and moulding around him as he keeps you still, bottoming out. You desperately wrap your arms back around his neck, urgently bringing his face into your chest. Your neck slack, as soft pleading whimpers escape your parted lips.

He lifts you from him, lowering you down to sink back in. Leisurely bucking his hips so you could engulf his sensitive cock. He softly sucks on your lower neck, nibbling and grazing sloppy kisses up the length.

Grasping your skin tightly as he winds himself up into you, softly groaning against your now red skin. Milling your hips, grinding yourself over him. Working your walls over his cock, massaging yourselves with every gentle bounce.

He slides his hands up your back, tangling his fingers into a lock of hair at the back of your head, gently tugging to brashly kiss up your throat. Purposely marking you, littering small red patches in a trail behind.

Desperately running your hands over his chest, brushing over his shoulders and sinking your fingers in. Clasping at his muscly torso, dropping your head into the nape of his neck, breathing staggered whimpers against his skin.

His thrusts become more focused as he pokes up into you, grabbing you urgently to fuck you down into himself. Deeply groaning against your collarbone, messily kissing along it.

“Can I cum in you?” He asks in almost a whimper.

Nodding vigorously as your whines grow louder, gripping the back of his head and pushing it into your bouncing chest.

Clamping down, your walls spasming and fluttering around him with your climax. Your intense shudders draw out his own release, spilling deep inside of you.

Slowing down he continues to sloppily fuck his cum into you, holding your jaw to gaze into your eyes. Eagerly pulling your face towards his, slipping his tongue into your mouth, enthusiastically working over your lips.

Breathlessly separating, he sweetly looks up at you before brushing a few rouge strands of hair behind your ear. You slowly lift yourself from him, hovering over his thighs as you smile widely at him. Shifting your weight so you could sit across his thighs, comfortably snuggling yourself into his chest.

“I’m quite glad they weren’t here.” You say quietly, snickering at the memory of what you just did.

“Should’ve done that ages ago.” He chuckles, draping his arm over your shoulder to pull you closer.

Both individually grinning to yourselves, consumed by the post-sex glaze over.

You twist your head up to look at him. “You ready to admit you were wrong?” You smirk.

“Ready to admit you’re a bad driver?”

[poeticlilies]

Can i request Atsushi with a s/o who has a bunch of cats and all of those cats love him to the point where he is always covered in cat hair and pretty sure the cat colony has recognized his catboy ass and adopted him?His character page says he likes cats I think he should interact with cats more

♡ Woah! Cats!

Nakajima Atsushi x Reader

Desc: HCs about Atsushi x Reader with a bunch of cats!! (gender neutral reader)

TW/CW: none!

Atsushi was a little bit scared when he first saw the.. number of cats u had :3c

i mean!! they're cute!! it's just... um... nvm :).

(he'd prefer not to be murdered by you because he said sumn about ur cats lmao)

however, the cats LOVE him.

he'd had an inkling to why, but never thought too much about it; until he arrived at work one day and kunikida asked him if he slept, in his tiger form, on top of his clothing, and rolled around. that's how bad it had gotten.

he tried not to have them on him so much but... but they looked at him like o^o and he CRUMBLED.

atp he's just resolved to buying lint rollers.

you... you though

YOU NEVER EVEN USE OR HAVE LINT ROLLERS AND THERE'S JUST. NOT ANY CAT HAIR ON YOU?!?!!?!?!?!

ITS CRAZY...

he thinks it's bc ur around them sm you've just. it's just. become a part of u -_-.

ugh hes so <33 tbh.

now.. onto YOU guys <33

he swears up and down he loves all of ur cats.. but.. when they steal ur attention away from him..

the SIDE EYE he sends them is.. oh lawd

they did it once to be petty and NEVER EVER tried it again they thought atsushi was going to EAT THEM from the look in his eyes.

apart from that though, they get along :)!! really well <3

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A/N: sorry this is so short T^T!! i hope u like it anyways <3

[neoninky]

Ok so I had a thought while working earlier that just led to ludicrousness lolol

And no, no one has sent me a request for Fellow Honest for the bingo game BUT

I have some thoughts on this fox man whose face I have seen all over this site (shout out to main fox waifu/destroyer @wysteriadelights and @nuitthegoddess cuz I harass you with just about every twst related thought I have 😂 but also cuz the oc x fellow art you did recently was gorgeous well done ANYWAY-) so I’m doing an indulgent self ask and answer lolol

here we go:

Alright. So.

His look? He’s got a fantastic character design. Yes I wanna steal his coat lol. I love that there is more beastman characters being canonically introduced. I’m all for world building 👍✨

He is very, very silly. Very entertaining. Shady as HELL, but entertaining lol. I’m looking forward to the event coming to the English server and experiencing the absolute tomfoolery first hand lol. Also I want them Floyd, Lilia, and Ortho cards oh my laaaawd

I - unfortunately or not, take it as you will - did not get hit with the charisma tea that swept through the internet upon his arrival. He is good looking, I do appreciate the overall character aesthetic, but he ain’t my cup o’ tea, y’all sorry…now Divus 👀 GURL-ok moving on lol

Alright fuckin FREE SPACE:

If I, Inky, were to make an actual self-insert Yuusona of sorts - I would not make her a student, even like a fourth year, cuz I’m too old lol I am beyond school age years…which is why she would absolutely be the lowkey, resting bitch faced school librarian or some professor of some sort, granted I/she would be the most lax teacher ever until it’s fuckin go time 😂 then shit gets real

Which brings me to my next point/ridiculous shenanigan scenario:

Imagine if you will - I, teacher!inky, just up at the school, doing my thing, and I find out that a handful of my dumbass main character students got shanghai’d by some rando human-trafficking fox man and his kitty cat associate bro-cousin?

To be turned into actual, cursed puppet beings??

And SOLD TO PEOPLE ON SOME SHADY BLACK MARKET ISH??? Listen there’s Overblotting and then there is actual crime-

Lawd, I would go Mama Bear on Fellow’s cane twirlin’ ass so quick, he would magical girl himself into a fur shawl for me to wear like fucking hunting trophy lol and then I’d just adopt Gidel

And then somehow drag them dumb kids back to the school my god 😂

Also note to self, now I have to create LibrarianMom!Inkysona, constantly just being over all the nonsense happening at Night Raven College. I feel that on a spiritual level lolol.

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Kamen Rider Thunderbirds Chapter 4: The Egoistic Genius - Part 4

(Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 …)

Its back! Its has been a long time, good lawd!

Thankfully, chapter 4 is almost done, so I’m happy that I can start chapter 5 XD

@uniwolfcorn​ @teapotteringabout​ @skymaiden32​ @knyee​ @janetm74​ @the-original-sineater​ @amistrio​ @thundergeek59​ @riallasheng​ @inertplanetary​ @mariashades​ @katblu42​ @dreamycloud​ @godsliltippy​ @commandermac​ @kamenriderserotonin​

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“Thunderbird One to Thunderbird Five! I have arrived at the Danger Zone. What’s the status?” Scott reported to his middle brother, maneuvering his ‘Bird towards the mine.

 “The heat’s rising up, Scott! And I’m not talking about the sun,” John said seriously.

 “Any injured or fatalities caused by the monsters?” the IR field commander frowned. He dreaded of those foul things taking lives. And for what? Who sent them? Why are they after International Rescue in the first place?

 “Some injured, yes. Thankfully everyone evacuated before the monsters could take any lives,” his middle brother smiled shortly before going back to serious, “Also Scott… please be careful down there…”

 “FAB…” Scott gave him a reassuring nod before signing out.

 From his window, he saw people running away for their dear lives, some of them stayed to watch from a very far distance. Medical Emergencies and Firefighters stood on standby, far enough to avoid the wrath of those creatures inside. Meanwhile, smoke rose from inside the mine. And Scott could see the ongoing rampage of those monsters. This made his rage almost getting into his iron nerves.

 “Hope the Riders arrive soon…” he murmured to himself as he began lowering Thunderbird One for a better look.

 He had contacted the Central Control of the Northern Australian Iron Mine, in which they told him about the unexpected attack and some of the workers trapped in one of their mining machines. Specifically, the BSE60, or ‘Bessie’ as most workers fondly called her.

 As he was keeping contact with the controller, he watched as the humanoid, gladiator-like monsters of fire wreaking havoc. They were six of them, he counted. A pair staff-wielding snakes, a pair of sword-wielding big cats, one archer dragon and a shield-wielding goat.

 He then saw them approaching ‘Bessie’.

 “Oh no you don’t!” growled Scott as he pushed the accelerator.

 Thunderbird One swooped in, letting a powerful roar of her engine as she flew into the mine, passing the hoard below her and up. That stunned the monsters for a little bit, and they had been pushed them away a little by the sound barrier.

 “Virgil, would you hurry up?!” gritted the IR commander through the comms.

 “I’m approaching the Danger Zone in five minutes!” called his next younger brother. Despite his brother’s calm demeanor, Scott could notice the worry in his voice. “How’s it going down there?”

 “Those monsters are attacking one of the mine’s main drilling machines. She might get blown up at any minute and I can’t distract them for too long!

 “M-Maybe, try to, eh, t-trap them somewhere to buy u-us some t-time?” came Brains’ voice.

 For a moment, the field commander noticed a giant pit not too far away from the attack site, “Wait… I got an idea!”

 Hitting the accelerator, he maneuvered his ‘Bird towards monsters again, using her ‘skirt’ of the breaking sound barrier to push the monsters into the deep pit.

 Thank God, the fellas inside of ‘Bessie’ are safe in there. Her walls are soundproof. Scott mused.

 It took a few rounds till Thunderbird One did one more charge and the monsters fell into the deep hole below.

 “That’ll keep them out for a bit…” Scott muttered to himself.

 Right after, the scout ship had just been joined by her big green sister.

 “Thunderbird One to Thunderbird Two. Just arrived at the Danger Zone. What happened to the monsters?” called his next brother.

 “They are out for the count, for now,” replied Scott with a reassuring smile. “While they’re getting their barings, we need to get ‘Bessie’ out of the mine. And away from those foul beasts.”

 Thunderbird Two then hovered over the crippled drilling machine. The underside of her Pod opened; a large grappling claw lowered from the opening.

 The green ‘Bird of mercy slowly lowered; her VTOLs fired as soon as she was close to the hot ground to keep her steady, disturbing the dust around as her giant form carefully positioned herself above ‘Bessie’.

 The claw clamped together, gripping the mine drill’s main frame perfectly. In an incredible show of her might, Thunderbird Two slowly lifted Bessie off the ground. Her VTOLs roared, rising her into the sky like a mother bird.

 Two flew over the mine with the mine drill under her, her silver sister following close behind.

 It was a small stroll to land Bessie back on the safety of the ground, where the medics and other rescue operations were waiting.

 After the whole ordeal was over, the two Thunderbirds landed nearby. Scott, Virgil and Brains were with the other operatives, figuring out together on how to get the trapped personnel out of the crippled machine.

 “So, what do you think we should get them out, mate?” was a question asked by one of the Australian firefighters.

 Brains gently pushed his glasses to his nose with a smile and began to explain his plan, “W-We should use, eh, o-one of my inventions, wh-which is an improvised slim-jim device that could o-open any door. Y-You’ll see!”

 But as everyone gathered to watch the rescue, a powerful fire surrounded ‘Bessie’! Taking the service operatives aback while trapping the trio International Rescue members inside!

 Six familiar monsters jumped across the border of fire ring and landed in front of their prey.

 “Darn it! They got out already!?” Scott gritted his teeth as the fire beasts approached with terrible joy to roast him, his brother, and his friend alive!

 Suddenly, an explosion went off in front of the crew, taking the monsters by surprise. They stumbled and fell into the ground, some of them dropped their weapons.

 Before Scott, Virgil, and Brains could process what just happened, a voice yelled from above.

 “OI! Up here!”

 Immediately, they looked up to where the voice originated from. And quickly found their new ally standing on top of ‘Bessie’: a Kamen Rider!

 To say it was a strange looking Rider was an understatement. His armour seemed to split into two colors, red and blue, in one diagonal direction. His faceted eyes where in two different shapes, the blue resembling that of a tank and the red one that of a rabbit.

In his hand was a sword resembling a drill, which he casually placed it on his shoulder.

 “Sup’, International Rescue! It is I, the greatest Egoistic Genius of all time- Kamen Rider Build!” One could sense a terrifying stare of death and a grin of a madman behind the cross-sectioned mask.

With an excited battle cry, the red and blue Rider leaped high into sky, using his momentum of his fall to deliver his first blow. Jabbing his drill-sword into the ground, creating a shockwave that blew the monsters a few feet back.

 With a confident laugh, he ran towards the stunned enemies and began swinging his weapon. Calculated, merciless slaying.

 “O-Oh dear…” winced Brains with shock horror.

 “Holy Mother of-” before Scott could finish his swear, one of the monsters got flown out into a pile of barrels, nearly right next to them!

 The crew managed to dodge the sudden monster projectile. And Virgil muttered word that oddly sounded like a rude curse.

 Noticing International Rescue’s uncertain struggles, Build called them out, as he casually slashed a cat warrior without looking, “Oi! Shouldn’t you supposed to save somebody?”

 Snapped out of their state of confusion, the crew immediately went to ‘Bessie’ without question, with Scott staying close behind Virgil and Brains as guard in case one of the foul beasts managed to get pass the newcomer.

 “Myō (Odd), you Kaijins are pretty new… May I study you for a bit?” mumbled the Rider as he scratched his chin, before having to dodge one of the fire arrows shot by the archer dragon.

 While the monsters were distracted and getting a beating, Brains slid a slim-jim-like device into the rim of the door, while Virgil was in readying posing of forcefully pulling it out.

 With a few flicks of the device, a loud click could be heard as the heavy metal door hissed with steam spewing out of the edges.

 “Right! At three!” Scott commanded as he joined his brother and genius friend. “One. Two. Three!”

 And with one big pull, the door opened!

 After a moment of the steam blocking the view of the rescuers, out came the operator and his two mechanics. Red-faced and soaked with sweat and dirt.

 “Phew, its as hot as a barbeque on the sun in there, mate!” cried the operator, wiping his forehead and laughing with relief afterwards.

 “Glad you guys are doing okay, bud,” smiled Virgil as he and Scott pulled the poor guy and his colleagues out.

 Meanwhile, the red and blue Rider had been having some complications in battle; he got nearly being overwhelmed by the barrage of fire balls and arrows, and almost got sliced in half by a smoldering blade.

 He managed to roll backwards to a safe distance away from the monsters.

 “Guess its time to switch up gear!” Build muttered to himself as he quickly got up.

 He took out the small red and blue bottles out of his strange belt and replaced them with the light brown and blue ones. As he inserted them one by one, the belt suddenly announced:

 “GORILLA! DIAMOND! BEST MATCH!”

 “Are you ready~?!”

 A musical rock chime started to play loudly, taking the attention of International Rescue towards him. When Build began turning the handle, the music played faster and exciting. Tubes materialized from thin air, appearing from the front and behind the Rider, forming two parts of the armour that matched the colors of the said bottles! The light brown armour had a gorilla arm, and the light blue had a big impression of a diamond on the shoulder.

 “Build up!” Cried the Rider before getting into a position.

 The two sections of armour were pulled towards him, clashing together into his new form, the tubes disappeared just as they had appeared. His belt then announced loudly:

 “Kagayaki no destroyer! GorillaMond! Yeah~!”

 “Gee! Talk about flashy!” Virgil squinted at the transformation and the annoying jingle.

 Overhearing this, Build turned around and yelled with spread arms, “Oi! Not my fault that I look like a walking toy commercial!”

 That distracted him enough that he was almost served a punch by a fire goat.

 Quickly re-composing himself, the Rider used his light blue arm to form a shield of solid diamond in midair in front of him, blocking any flaming projectile from the archer dragon and the staff-wielding snakes. Then, Build punched the shield with his gorilla arm, sending thousands of sharp shards directly at his opponents, dealing them some serious damage. To the point that the two humanoid snakes and one of the big cats exploded into oblivion.

 Enraged, the three remaining fire monsters charged at Build!

 The Rider caught an incoming swing of the fire cat’s sword, grabbing by the blade using his gorilla arm. He struggled to keep the said monster in place, as he had to dodge the sudden charges of the fire goat and block the flame arrows with his diamond shield.

 Noticing the dire situation, Scott ran towards a cover spot, behind one of ‘Bessie’s giant wheels.

 I gotta help that, Rider! Thought the IR field commander as he aimed, trying to decide which monster to shoot.

 He saw the fire goat with the shield that has a terrifying face on it. Then he remembered that Fateful Rescue…

 Scott pulled the trigger, and sparks flew off the fire goat’s face! The said monster yelped in pain and confusion, holding his face where the bullets blinded it with a hand.

 Seizing the opportunity, Build forcefully pulled the sword towards the shield’s eye, jabbing it! The fire cat struggled to get it out while the disoriented fire goat reacted in panic.

 Then, the shield exploded, taking the two monsters with it!

 “Looks like it’s you and me now, nē?” the Rider grinned behind his mask, watching the lone archer dragon roared in fury upon realization.

 Build quickly switched back to his base red and blue form; RabbitTank. Using his flashy transformation to distract the foul beast, he ran towards it to deliver a kick from his now red left foot, causing it to fly off a few feet.

 “Now, the law of victory is set!” announced the Rider with determination.

 He turned the handle of his belt again and it announced once more:

 “Ready, go! Vortex Finish! Yeah~!”

 Kamen Rider Build jumped into the air, as a holographic graph made of energy appeared before him.

 A white holographic line materialized, catching the monster at the end of it, trapping it in its net of energy.

 With that, Kamen Rider Build jumped into the air, performing a flying side kick with his blue right foot.

 He let his body follow the line of the graph towards the archer dragon with incredible speed, his power rose as he went until his foot connected to the chest of the monster.

 The last of the fire monsters was flown into the air, sparks flying from the point where the powerful energy of the Rider’s kick had transferred to. The dragon let out a roar of agony before finally exploding into nothing.

 Then, a ringing silence followed.

 International Rescue, along with the rescuees, slowly came out of hiding. Staring at Kamen Rider Build with awe.

 “Woah…” Virgil uttered.

 “Sugoi desu yo! Saikou desu yo! TENSAI DESU YOOOOOO!” Build cried happily as he struck a pose of excitement in front of the group.

 After a moment of silence, the drill operator deadpanned, “This bloke’s a madlad.”

 It prompted the Rider to cross his arms and pout with his head turned away.

 His reaction reminded Scott of his youngest brother, in which he had to withhold a chuckle at the memory in case he would upset their new bug-eyed ally.

 The once disturbed cloud of dust settled as the scorching sun lowered almost to the horizon. And the ring of fire that burned extinguished upon the deaths of the foul beasts.

 The rescuees were transported in the ambulances, the firefighters and the mine’s workers made sure the drill vehicle was secured and ready for repairs, and International Rescue were packing in to go home.

 Scott kept an attentive eye on the strange Kamen Rider, who haven’t left the scene yet. Simply standing guard.

 Unlike the mysterious Agito, the fierce Kuuga, the calculated G3-X and the violent Gills, this Build guy seemed to be the eccentric one. And have a clear ‘system’ when it comes to his powers.

 It made the field commander wonder what other kind of Kamen Riders there may be walking on Earth, fighting those otherworldly beasts with their otherworldly powers.

 He was quickly pulled out of his revery when he heard Brains making a cry of dismay. He looked up at the hatch of Thunderbird One, where the legs of the young genius were standing on the ladder.

 “Hey Brains! What’s up?” Scott called.

 He could barely see the dim twinkle of Brains’ glasses from the hatch as the latter called back, “I-I think with your, eh, e-excessive use of the sound barrier, the na-navigation console broke!”

 “Nice one, bro…” Virgil deadpanned beside him.

 Scott modestly scratched the back of his head.

 Now how am I going to get home?

 Then, in the corner of his eyes, the field commander caught the red and blue Kamen Rider carefully walking up to the scout ‘Bird, with his hands tucked close to his chest- like an actual rabbit.

 “Oi, Meganē (Glasses)! May I help you?” the Rider called up at their young genius. One could imagine the puppy eyes behind the rabbit/tank shaped bug visors.

 Brains looked down at Build, pushing his glasses up his nose with an astonished look.

 “Uh… S-Sure. Just p-please, don’t, eh, blow her up, okay?” the young genius smiled, albeit with a little uncertainty.

 The Rider let out an excited sound as he rubbed his hands with excitement, then proceeded to climb the Thunderbird’s ladder up to the hatch. Standing with one leg next to the IR engineer.

 The two Tracy brothers watched with wary and curiosity as the two geniuses worked the repairs, wondering how this bug-eyed newcomer will fix.

 Then suddenly, Thunderbird One woke back to life!

 Scott and Virgil looked at each other. Then smiled, excitement sparkled in their sky and earth-colored eyes.

 Perhaps, some Riders were something else than they claimed to be.

 -0-0-0-

 “DAMN IT ALL!” cried the Hood, slamming his fist on the table.

 He immediately grabbed the edge of it when he noticed the top nearly moved at his banging.

 “Persistent pests, those Kamen Riders…” Pyrohimera who was standing at the table huffed with annoyance.

 “And quite determined too…” The Master of Air, rubbing his chin with intrigue. He was already out of the shadows, leaning casually next to his summoner.

 “Like cockroaches…” hissed the madman as he turned his heal towards the exit, “I need to get things out of my chest…” he murmured before leaving the main throne room.

 “He’s going to yell at his slaves again…” the cloaked humanoid of air pointed out in a neutral tone.

 “Oh, Master of Air~. We’ve just known our summoner for only a week, yet you already know so much about the ins and outs of his bald head?” asked Aquarien with a little mocking smug, as she walked out of the darkness with uncaring grace.

 Terratroll leaped out of the shadows, landing next to the tattered-hooded monster, “Yeah! How did you do it!?”

 “Have you two fools forgotten? There is a reason he is known as the Master of Air-” Pyrohimera rolled his eyes.

 “Now relax, all of you,” calmly said the cloaked master as he raised his hand. A gust of wind blew across the room, making the fires in the torches flicker and the rest of the Elemental Masters shiver, “Once the Hood eventually calms down, he will scheme another plan to destroy International Rescue, again. And perhaps, the Kamen Riders as well. You will see…”

 And so, the terrible monsters of disasters stood at the center of throne room in semi-darkness, waiting for the next move…

 tbc..

[natduskfall]

Oh lawd, i really struggle with writing characters, plots, character relationships, and interactions, but I wanted to give it a try still because I think it will help my stale traumatized brain live a little.

This is a draft of how and why Nat came to Jorvik, and how she started her adventure.

CW for mention of abuse, sad backstory, trauma

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Nat found herself on a ferry from Hamburg to Jorvik. She had managed to secure a summer job at Moorland stables as a housekeeper. The owner, Thomas Moorland, has lived alone with his son Justin ever since his wife passed away. They both have their hands full with managing the stable, and caring for the horses, and need all the help they can get.

Under normal circumstances, Nat would never be brave enough to take such a huge step. She has always been afraid. Afraid for risk. Afraid of big changes. Afraid of failing. Her fear makes her overthink possible scenarious of how things could go wrong, and she would always end up giving up, retreating to safety, and continueing on her descending path towards long-term unhappiness and codependancy on her abusive family.

But this time, things are different. This time she has nothing to lose. This time, she is numb. She no longer feels anything, not even fear. Before she got the offer, she would spend her days mindlessly roaming the streets of Praque. Unemployed, not having anybody safe in her corner who she could trust. She would spend the nights at her grandmother’s apartment, sharing the bed with her abusive, agressive, narcissistic, alcoholic mother. In the morning, she would take her backpack, and leave the apartment to spend as much time away as she could, before having to return to spend the night. On her roams, she would try to piece the scattered pieces of her mind together. Grieving the sudden death of her cousin, and her beloved cat. Replaying the things her mother yelled at her during arguments. Imagining herself doing unspeakable things. She had no strenght left. In the years before, she had used her strenght to pick herself up after every new lifechanging fall. She compartmentalized as much of her new traumas as she could. But now, she had no strenght left.

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Thomas Moorland sees something in her, and is kind to her. They vibe with each other because of their mutual sadness and grief. Maybe she reminds him of Catherine, and she has always longed for a father figur. She spends a lot of time running the Moorland household, and cleaning the apartments, so it takes her more time to eventually befriend the local riders and stable girls. She has experience with cleaning for a living, but she cannot cook, so she uses youtube, and follows tutorials. She hates cooking, but refuses to disappoint the person who took a chance at her. Not again.

Autumn turns into winter. At this point, Nat has gotten a lot faster with her duties, and has improved her fitness. She managed to process the things that happened, and the manual labour has helped her mental state. She starts going to the stables more, learning to care for the horses, helping Maya out. It is at this point that she meets Hollowknight. She feels… something, but is not sure what. She spends more time with him. She has less chores to do, because the apartments are not used as often now that it’s winter. Justin notices the emerging connection between Nat and Hollowknight, and brings it up with Thomas. Nat starts to also spend more time watching Jenna train with the horses, and even gets to take some lessons on Hollowknight. She is not a great rider. She still has to improve her fittness. She only rides at a walk. It will take her a bit more time to perfect her balance and seat. But Hollowknight is very tolerant of her mistakes. He is a great teacher.

Spring arrives, and with it, GED rears it’s ugly head. That’s when the events of SSO start taking place.

[the-whispers-of-death]

oh lawd,, imagining the flowers that god!stone sent to god!sylvester arriving wilted,, such is the nature of changing everything that wants to reach you

oh no. do you hear that? its the sylvester depression alarm going off, where he isolates himself because he cannot stand seeing everything he loves be forced to suffer in ways beyond their wildest imagination just to have a chat with him.

dumb old man.

well. that. or they arrive prospering and with twice as many bulbs as they should have, because not all that changes results in death.

sorry im getting philosophical here, send tweet

Sylvester's having a depressed day today, isn't he? Poor old man.

*pats Sylvester's head* There, there.

[historical-misfit]

Dutch is finished, I have all your goodies and mango man ready to ship out tomorrow :)

Safe travels for the bastard

[littlegodzilla]

Hiii! I was thinking post-whisperers, after “Find me” or after Leah; Daryl and reader met at the quarry, reader was the first one to get through him out of everyone in the group. Reader is really outspoken about her love for him, and he loves her but he never said anything. Daryl became distant after Rick went missing, hence- the Leah situation. But Daryl doesn’t know that reader knows bc Carol told her.

Daryl comes back to Alexandria, just in time for him to see that reader, Negan, and Aaron are heading out for a run or smthng, so he decided to tag along (secretly because of reader.) Then he sees that reader (who shares the same moral with Judith that Negan is a human being even though he killed Glenn and Abe 😭) and Negan are kinda close now(platonic), he gets all jealous and gets all territorial, blocking Negan out lol. They arrive at the destination, they do their thangs with Daryl still acting weird and cute, smthng goes wrong, (similar to the cave scene where they lost Connie and Magna.) But then reader found a crawling space not big enough for everyone but coincidentally, reader fits through. Lots of protests going on but she has to go to the other side to open up the only way to get the others out. Turns out the other side’s filled with walkers and reader had to fight her way through causing them to freak out and yell to get the walkers attention to them instead. Reader makes it, gets them all out but not without Negan rushing to her first and hugging the life out of her-aND WITH DARYL WATCHING THE SCENE OH MY LAWD! 😭 End it with Daryl and reader talking things out pls 🥺

I’m sorry it’s long loool, I’ve been thinking about sending this to you in a long time, just wasn’t sure. I love your works so much and I’m alway looking forward for new ones. Thank you ❤️

Yes! Yes Yes Yes! I want to write it!!

I love the idea with Daryl and Negan, I'm not a Leah fan and I always try to avoid her in my stories but you gave an idea about it... and I can't say no to jealous and protective Daryl so... (either to Negan because yes he killed everyone but I'm so weak about Jeffrey)

I'm in!!

I'm going to start to planning my ideas and I hope it's not take me too long to post it!!

Thanks for the request and your lovely words, I never can't understand that you all spend your precious time reading my shit, but thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

[emgene]

Pocky Challenge With Enhypen

Requested okie dokie lets keep this soft and fluffy for obvious reasons (bc i wanna add the maknae line but dw it's all appropriate i promise) lmao why am I so awkward when it comes to this shit Warnings: probably swearing, kinda tedious, I keep saying little??, not edited

Jungwon -Meet awkward baby #1 -You suggest this game and he completely shuts down -His heart is beating out of his chest the entire time -He gets a quarter of the way there before freezing and it's up to you to finish the job -Your lips touch and he like... squeaks? and pulls back -Embarrassed~

Heeseung -He thinks you're joking when you bring it up -But then you pull out a box and he just kinda chuckles -I can't see him backing out of this -And even if you end up trying to back out, he won't let you -Hee is gonna get his kiss lol

Jay -Dude he totally came up with the idea -Jay seems like a tease and I can see him getting bored and going "aight let's see what happens" -If you try pulling away, he'll grab hold of the back of your head -Idk but imagine you do end up actually pulling away and he just stares at you and chuckles with the last bit of pocky still hanging out kinda like how people hold toothpicks with their teeth yk? -I KNOW IT SOUNDS DUMB BUT JUST TRUST ME LMAO

Jake -Meet awkward baby #2 -I'm 90% sure he'd find it fun but he's also a little awkward so I mean- -When you two get rlly close he grabs hold of your arm and gets really giggly -Tbh I can see him pulling away at the last second bc his body tells him to nope out of the situation -Don't take it the wrong way, he's just a little awkward and can't really stand the prolonged lead-up

Sunghoon -I'm not entirely sure how Hoon would react -I think he'd play just to make you happy -Another one to pull away at the last second, but that's just because he wants to see your little pout before going back to kiss you -Sorry his is so short :/

Sunoo -I can see him buying a whole bunch of different pocky flavours just because he wants pocky, then they arrive and he just goes °O° iDEA! -He calls you over and presents the giant pile of pocky boxes on his bed and tells you to choose one -He probably likes this "challenge" bc 1. he gets nom noms 2. he gets little kisses -What can I say? Baby loves the attention

Ni-Ki -Oh lawd there he goes I've never seen a toddler run so fast -This kid seems so goddamn confident but as soon as you mention this, he's g o n e and now you gotta put out missing person posters -jkjk but honestly you might have to pin him down to get him to even think about playing -You gotta bribe him with food (bungeoppang) and even then he does that loud ass high-pitched scream -Your lips merely brush and he yeets himself backwards and out of existence

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You're running down the stairs in your nightgown, the pop pop pop of gunfire calling you out of your sleep.

"Boss!" Your bodyguard comes running toward you at full speed, hands raised. "Don't come down here; it's--"

"The Geto clan," you finish for him, slipping on your houseshoes and padding to the front door. "I know what they want." You throw open the doors and look down at the standoff, shaking your head. Why couldn't they just leave you alone at one in the morning? "The fuck do you want?" you call down to the man standing against the black Benz, hands in his pockets. Toji Fushiguro, the Geto clan's head bodyguard smirks at you.

"Finally caught you off guard."

"If this is about going to the Mayor's Ball, I don't want to go," you answer, crossing your arms. "Not with your boss, at least."

"So you're really going to take your little plaything to the biggest function in our city?"

"Who said I would be taking Itadori anywhere?" you retort just as the younger man appears, rubbing his eyes.

"What's going on?" he murmurs, and you wave him off before he can be seen by Toji. But you're much too late, and you hear the anger in the bodyguard's voice as he shouts slurs at the young man.

"You're only a fucktoy, you know that? Y/n only uses you because you're a placeholder for my boss, so you can't compare yourself to--" You turn to Itadori as Toji continues his tirade, rolling your eyes.

"Did he say 'fucktoy'?"

"Just... go back inside. He literally has no idea why you're here, so he assumes I'm sleeping with you." Yuji laughs a little, then turns around to trudge back to his room.

"Night, Ms. L/N."

"Night."

"Hey!" Toji yells, and you sigh before looking over your shoulder. “You get down here right now, fucktoy! Don’t make me come up there!”

"Can you go home?" you wonder, frowning. "I'm surprised your boss sends his worst dog to try and romance me on his behalf."

"Worst dog? I--" Toji pauses, and you take this opportunity to walk back into your mansion, your bodyguard closing the doors behind you. "I came here of my own volition!"

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All eyes are on you tonight.

Your emerald green dress and million-dollar jewels attract the light and the eyes of everyone in your vicinity, and you smile like you were taught to at functions like this.

"Smile," your mother used to say. "Smile because every single person in here wants something you have."

"Ms. L/N, your table is right here."

You're led to a table covered in gold and black decor, and after sitting your virtually empty purse besides your plate, you look over at the growing crowd. No sign of Suguru, you think, a ghost of disappointment tinging your thoughts.

Maybe if he hadn't been so persistent, you would have given his offer serious consideration. But after the flowers, the chocolates, Toji...

"Alone at last." The voice behind you makes you stiffen, and you feel a palm rest on your back. Thank god.

"I'm never truly alone," you retort, looking up at Suguru Geto. He's dressed in a tailored suit, and his long hair is tucked into a bun, as always. He smiles at you gently, then takes the empty seat next to you.

"Stunning," he mentions, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "Valentina?" Your designer?

"Pucciano," you correct him, and he nods, biting his lower lip as he surveys the rest of your appearance. "You appeared like a ghost."

"I was conversing with Satoru." He thumbs over to the man, who is overcome by a throng of women. "But it seems that he's a little busy right now."

"No one wants to flirt with poor Su?" You offer him a fake pout, and he chuckles.

"Ah, not quite."

"A shame. Your bodyguard is a piece of work, by the way," you add, rolling your eyes. Suguru's smile drops instantly.

"Who? Toji?" he wonders, disbelief in his tone.

"Little fucker came to my mansion three nights ago and called my sister's adopted son a 'fucktoy'."

"He called Itadori a fucktoy?"

"Yeah," you grumble, reaching for the flute of champagne and downing it. "It was insulting. He also wanted me to come as your date."

"He--" Suguru groans, shaking his head. "I'll handle it."

"Don't worry," you assure him, standing from your seat. "I'm sure he's already repentant for his actions. How's his nose?" You wink at Suguru before walking away, hoping he caught the sway of your hips as the crowd of women around Gojo parts for you.

"Satoru..." you murmur, stretching an arm out and pulling him in for a hug. "You smell like you've washed recently."

"Shut the fuck up, little girl," Satoru warns through his teeth. "Trying to score a jackpot tonight, and I won't have you ruining my chances," he mutters low in your ear. "Why don't you go back to your boyfriend and leave me be?"

"Why would I do that when I can mess with you?" you frown, waving your hand over your nose and looking at the other women. "I recommend you change your Depends before you go back to flirting. Either that, or it's your breath." A few girls make a face, and you smile at him before patting his shoulder. "Anyway, have fun tonight."

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Five orchestral songs and three glasses of champagne in, and you're staring wistfully at the door, bored to death of the men and women around you discussing trivial matters. Every so often, you'll catch Suguru looking over at you from his table with Gojo, but after a while, you think that it's best not to look his way anymore. Of course, you can't help being attracted to him, but so were other women.

And other women weren't rival gang leaders.

In the middle of a tango - where other couples have gotten up to dance and mingle - you decide to get up and leave. You hate these functions anyway.

"I'm fine," you tell yourself as you descend the red-carpeted stairs to the foyer. "It's fine."

"Where are you going?"

For the second time tonight, Suguru's voice rings out behind you, but this time you don't stop to turn around.

"Home. I'm not feeling well." Suguru catches up with you, his eyes lingering on your displeased face.

"Let me get my driver to take you home, then." You scoff, sliding your phone out of your bag.

"Interesting headline: Rival Gang Boss Has Driver Take Rival Boss Home." You shrug, hearing the dial tone of the phone ringing. "It would sell a few magazines, for sure."

"At least let me wait with you while your driver arrives."

"Why are you so nice?" you wonder, whipping around to face him head-on. "We weren't raised to like each other, Suguru."

"The old heads are dead," he answers, raising his chin defiantly. "And I'm not in the business of being deceitful to someone I consider my equal." You shake your head as the voicemail for your driver picks up, clenching your jaw.

"That's not how things work for people like us, Su."

"Who said?" he whispers, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips. "Tell me, y/n. Who said so?" When Suguru pulls you in close, you can't help but let your lips crash into his. The kiss itself is raw and needy, but when your lips part, he takes advantage, deepening the kiss and holding your waist carefully, as if you would break.

Before long, you pull away from each other, panting heavily.

"Now, let me get my driver so I can take you home."

And if home meant your back would be flush against his bedroom wall, then Suguru didn't lie. But as he thrusts into you, lips capturing your earliest repeatedly and his tongue running down your neck, you know that the rules have been broken, and you were in big trouble.

"Su..." you moan, tugging on his black locks. "Su, we have to stop."

"Why?" he pants, stilling instantly. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," you whisper, and he frowns, his left hand running up to your jawline.

"Tell me what's wrong, y/n," Suguru breathes, and you lean into his neck, closing your eyes.

"It's just not what we're supposed to do," you whine. Hands slip from your legs, letting you down as the raven-haired boss steps back and pulls out.

"Who tells us what to do now?" he asks sternly, gripping your shoulders as you look into his eyes. "You can't let a dead woman's expectations rule your life, y/n. Do you like it when I touch you?"

"Yes," you reply immediately.

"Then forget everything else. None of that matters right now. Just let me make love to you tonight." With that, he leads you to the bed and lays you on your back, hovering over you before re-entering you with care.

"Fuck..." you exhale, eyes rolling back as he strokes your g-spot with his deadly-precise cock.

"That's it. Just relax," Suguru urges you and presses his lips to yours again. "Let me take good care of you tonight, alright? We'll decide what to do tomorrow."

"I don't want tomorrow to come," you whisper. Suguru chuckles, pushing into you over and over again. "Mmm, just... don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not planning on stopping any time soon, y/n. Not at all."

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

THE LAST TEST: SERIES - CHAPTER 3

Prompt: Y/N is a criminal psychologist, her job is to evaluate the inmates mental conditions for parole. But what will happen when the so called “inmate” is actually the most lovable mutt who’s willing to do anything to get his freedom back?

Word Count: Drabble

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader

Warnings: +18, and Moxley (which is a warning for itself 😂)

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

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“Y/N, your new inmate is waiting outside” Polly, my secretary said

I frowned “New inmate? I don’t have a new inmate”

“I guess the plans changed, because Robert called before you arrived and he said that you needed to help an inmate prepare himself for a psych exam”

“Are you kidding me? I can’t, my agenda is full with other cases” I said in disbelief

“He already cleared out your agenda and reassigned your clients to other psychologists. He said that the level of danger this inmate possesses needs to be thoroughly evaluated” She said, rolling her eyes for dramatic effect

“I fucking hate him, Polly”

“That makes two of us, sis! Yesterday I lost the dinner reservations I made for my wedding anniversary, because he ‘needed help’ with some documents”

“I’m sorry to hear that” I sighed “Well, send him in then” She nodded and a few moments later, I heard someone entering my office as I was turned around to grab some folders behind me

“Good morning, I’m doctor Y/L/N. Did you-“ I stopped mid sentence when I saw those blue eyes staring at me with pure amusement.

“Hello, doc” He waved at me, with his handcuffed wrists

“What are you doing here, Mr. Moxley? I told you your psych exam is next week” I said, trying and failing to hide the surprise in my voice

“Oh I know that, doc! I’m here for my preparation for the exam” He smiled widely, as the guard uncuffed him and soon after left us alone.

“I told you I can’t help you with that”

“Do you mind if I smoke?” He asked, already lighting up his cigarette “Did you know I can choose the psychologist that I want, to help me with my preparation for the exam?” He raised one eyebrow as he rested his feet upon my desk

Of course I knew that! I just said that I couldn’t help him because I didn’t want to be too close to him long enough to do something dumb.

I decided to ignore his previous question and said

“Shall we begin, Mr. Moxley?”

“Call me Jon, kitten”

Ignoring the pet name, I asked “Would you mind telling me what happened on the night of September 16th, 2014?”

“You’re stunning! Are you seeing someone?”

“Yes” I lied

“Then I guess this will have to stay in between us” He shrugged and made his way to my side of the table

I stood up “What are y-“

He grabbed me by my waist and kissed me aggressively. My hands tried to shove him away, but that only made him growl and pull me even closer. He was so rough and yet so gentle, I had no other option but to drown in him.

Before breaking the kiss, he sucked my tongue and then smirked

“You’re way better than I thought you were gonna be, kitty cat” He kissed me again, only this time it was briefly “I can already tell I’m gonna get addicted to you” He cackled

“Why did you do that?” I asked desperately, putting some space between us

“Are you really going to pretend you didn’t like it, Y/N?” He chuckled

“It’s Dr. Y/L/N to you”

“Ok, doc” He scooted closer “I love a roleplay anyway” He winked….

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